Julia Rogers vs Domino

The figure four had allowed Julia invaluable time to allow her back to recover. Yes, it was still in quite a considerable amount of pain. But at least by now the pain wasn't to the point that she felt like her spine was about to snap in half. Perfect? No. But this sort of progress was just what she needed to keep her chances alive.

However, there was one very fatal flaw with this hold, and Domino was looking to exploit it. If he could simply roll over onto his stomach, the pressure of the hold would suddenly be applied to Julia's leg instead. She already had an injured back, and she sure as hell didn't need to add a leg to that.

Fortunately, the two weren't extremely far away from the ropes. And that gave the masked woman an idea. Rather than resist Domino's attempt to turn them over, she assisted him by twisting her body along with hit. But as they rolled over, Julia continued her body's momentum in an attempt to make them roll a second time, hopefully bringing the combatants right into the bottom rope to cause a rope break.

Domino is a little surprised at how easy it is to roll her over. And then he feels her trying to roll them over again. "N-No way!" His hips torque, attempting to refuse her that additional roll. In truth, the ropes didn't even occur to him in this stressful moment. The only thing that mattered to him was that rolling over again would cause them to re-enter that previous submission hold and allow her to pick up right where she left off.

His arms spread, lying his chest flat to the mat and tensing his legs, much to the protests of one's aching muscles. All in hopes of keeping her in place. Though even if he manages to stop her flat, the ropes are still not far, and likely only requiring a little effort to reach.

"And here we-- Agh! No!" Julia blurted out as her effort to reach the bottom rope was thwarted. Domino had managed to stop the continuing momentum she had tried to keep going, keeping her flat on her stomach with the reversed hold now applying damage to her leg.

"Ugh! Dammit!" she cursed, though fortunately the bottom rope still wasn't far out of reach. Trying to involve her back as little as possible, Julia placed her palms on the mat and pushed herself up, then grunted out as she threw herself at the rope and slung her arm over it.

Julia's legs had already loosened enough, and now the rest was up to her opponent. The referee came over to acknowledge the rope break, waiting to see if Domino would release the hold or not.

Domino smiles to himself when he hears the cowgirl's dismayed voice behind him. His cheek rests on the mat, giving his leg a badly needed break - not to mention giving him a chance to come down from the high her boot was giving him before. He feels her struggling back there. And the next thing he knows, a referee is telling him to break the hold.

'Nuts.'

It takes a little shifting, but Domino props himself onto his elbows and de-tangles his legs from hers. He moves onto hands and knees and starts the process of getting back up to his full height, hoping to beat her to her feet. But whether he does or doesn't, he hopes to take her by surprise with a fresh punch to her trim abdominals, a little unbalanced on his aching leg.

The heavy breaths coming from Julia's mouth started to seem just as much like sighs of relief once Domino's legs untangled form hers. And once he moved away, the luchadora immediately began pulling herself back up to her feet.

The woman made it to her feet mere seconds before her foe, but was in no position to take advantage of it, as she leaned against the top rope while taking a few deep breaths. And just when she turned to try to find her opponent, Julia was met with a punch right to her abs, drawing a brief yet pained gasp as she stumbled back toward one of the corners.

Domino follows after her, limping while he tries to walk off the pain. There's a solid chance that's not going to be going away without a night's rest, though. The best he can hope for is that it'll lessen to a dull ache.

"You're tough... I like that... can't lose, though... can't...," he murmurs to her. The words don't come from ego. He's not incapable of losing. It's the tone of a man with convictions - with something to prove.

When she reaches the corner, he goes to brush her arms over the top ropes to leave her body exposed and defenseless. Sticking in close to her, he leans forward and grabs ahold of the middle ropes to yank himself forward, aiming to thrust his shoulder hard into her midsection, testing the durability of her abs.

"You…will…" Julia retorted, yet she offered no resistance as Domino draped her arms over the top rope on either side of her body, and she then grunted out in pain as his shoulder crashed into her midsection. "Ugh!"

Her abs were fairly well toned, but certainly not as strong or durable as his, and the impact practically wedged her between the top and middle turnbuckle. However, awkward as this positioning was, Julia just might be able to use it to her advantage.

With her legs practically resting on the middle rope already, Julia grabbed a hold of the top ropes and quickly pushed up, trying to elevate her legs just a bit more. The blonde would then attempt to wrap her legs around his head, then spin out of the corner and roll backward to take him down with a surprise hurricanrana! And if she succeeded, rather than releasing him after taking him down Julia would keep her thighs clamped on his head, bringing herself to sit on his chest with her crotch pressing right against his chin. And to cap it off, the woman would attempt to grab his legs and pull them forward to try to pin him with a combination of a schoolgirl and matchbook pin.

Domino intends to hammer the girl's belly again, wanting to crush her body and wear her down as much as possible. He can tell she's hurting, too. By the end of this match, he'd be surprised if they could do anything but just lie on the mat for a while together.

...one on top of the other...

...damn that hentai move of hers. Yeah. That's what has him distracted. The hentai move. Not being able to feel her body heat at this proximity, not feeling her feminine abs crushed against his shoulder.

The next thing he knows, her thighs have wrapped around his head. "Nnf!?" His hands move up to grab her legs, but too little, too late. She leaves the corner and spins him over, ending with him lying flat on his back and her sitting atop him. His legs are hooked under her arms, and her hips pressed into his chin. His body is so sore by this point, he's hardly even sure how to categorize this pain. It's just... dizzying. This is the first hurricanrana he's been hit with since joining the Tension league.

Before the referee drops beside them, Domino tilts his head deliberately to nuzzle between her legs, his eyes lifted to look up at her face.

The referee is suddenly slapping the mat beside them. "One!"

Aside from being excellent at flying around the ring and springing off the ropes, Julia also had quite the skill for finding ways to catch people in pinning combinations at seemingly the least likely times. Most of Domino's offense to this point had done very well to prevent her from attempting anything like it earlier, but now she'd finally had a chance to give it a try.

And it paid off big time, as Julia manage to get seated on his upper chest and neck while also holding his legs in place. The model nuzzled his head between her smooth thighs, tickling the woman a bit and eliciting a chuckle from her. However, the masked maiden quickly put a stop to that by bringing her thighs in to frame his face, keeping his head still.

"Getting comfy?" she asked teasingly, smirking down at him as the ref slide over to them and slapped the mat.

"Two!" she shouted, her hand coming down a second time. Julia just held on for dear life, hoping the pinned model wouldn't be able to dislodge her in time to stop the three count.

Aw, dammit. Trying to work someone up and getting chuckled at for it is about the most emasculating thing in the world. So Domino abandons that ship almost immediately.

Now with her thighs pressing into his cheeks, the pin seems set and secure. Domino glowers up at her from between her legs. She can feel his arms twitching, trying to twist and dislodge her. But her full balance is poised over his chest, securely holding him down. Those rich amethyst eyes are defiant, though. Burningly defiant. She has him pinned. He can't argue with that. His body has been battered, his leg is hurting, and he's folded up. But when he hears the referee's hand strike the mat a second time, that refusal to let go of his momentum intensifies.

The muscle in his legs flex, the model's teeth gritting. His abs tense, and with a burst of savage strength and adrenaline, the teen explodes with outwards force just before the referee's hand strikes the mat that third time - mere inches, really. The audience erupts into cheer at the reversal, the show of determination to persevere.