Domino vs. Ninjette: Ready, Steady, Go!

Domino had a pretty face, Kozue couldn’t deny. Really masculine, yet supple. Handsome. Boy Band level. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear that he had a career in modeling - she’d buy a magazine with his picture on it. Sure.

But in the ring? Everything was on the table. ”My bad.” She licked her lips as she sat up with a fiendish grin. ”Let me pick a better target.”

She needed to wear Domino down, sap away some energy while she got her own wind back, and as he reeled from the blow, she got a very good idea. He was busy protecting his precious face. His stomach looked wide open. She had two perfectly good legs. Might as well make the most of the situation.

Kozue scooted forward, shot her legs out on both sides of Domino’s midsection, crossed her ankles behind his back and tried to put him in a tight bodyscissors, putting all the time she’d spent with the leg crunches to good use.

Her response is predictably amiable; Kozue's a likable girl. Sure, it carries a very pronounced hint of menace, but they're in the ring. It's a fight. He'd be disappointed if she actually put on kid gloves. Heck, he'd be disappointed if she wrestled gently even if they weren't in the ring in front of fans.

He pushes himself to sit up more and moves the hand from his face just enough to catch that look in those big hazel eyes. It's just long enough to register that she's picked her new course of action. He might have expected a low kick from this angle, but instead? She locks her legs around his ribs and scissors in! He immediately feels the squeeze with a sharp yelp, back arching to pull his chest and abs taut before her. "Ahn..!" His hands immediately move to her legs and slide down to her flexing thighs, desperately attempting to pull her legs apart if even a little!

"Theeeeeere we go." Kozue's tongue ran across her lip as she poured on the pressure and tried to slice Domino down the middle with her thighs. She could feel him struggling, as his muscles worked overtime just to give him some defense, and she had to admit: it felt good. Damn good. Like squeezing a giant stressball with her legs.

Of course, he didn't just have to sit there and take it. He had two functioning arms, and he went to work them right on the spot, trying to pry her best weapons apart from his cheese grater abs. It might have worked, if given enough time. However, Kozue had a pair of functioning arms, too, and she had a pair of functioning eyes that saw his upper body was now quite open and vulnerable and looking so very tempting.

Kozue arched her back, brought her arms up, then jerked forward and swung them right on his shoulders, hitting him with a quick Mongolian-style chop.

She pours on the pressure, contesting Domino's determined efforts to pry himself loose. Her thighs pump, his body writhes between her legs, a clear contest of wills and strengths, and one Domino demands to win. Teeth clench, fingers dig into her inner-thighs, and his streamlined muscles flex.

His efforts come up short when Ninjette throws in a strike, her chops landing against his shoulders. The strength is sapped from his arms, and he slouches forward, bringing his cheek to hers, chest to chest. "Nngh..!" Every strained breath whisks against the girl's neck and shoulder.

Forcing her legs apart isn't working, and with them moving closer, body mechanics swing more in her favor. "Couldn't.. r-resist.. a squeeze.. huh..?," he asks, hoping to buy a little time while his mind races. It lands on something he hopes will take her by surprise. Rather than try to move back from the hold, he presses in more, pushing his body against hers, hands grasping for her biceps in hopes of forcing her down onto her back with him lying directly over her for a pin attempt!

Kozue had been working on her chops lately, trying to get it down to a fine science. It had taken a lot of time and effort - mostly chopping the shit out of her bathroom door to get the timing right - but she felt she'd perfected the move, mastered the art of making skin with her whipping touch. Judging from the way Domino cried out, he'd agree.

”Your stomach was all wide open and shit, couldn’t pass it up.” Kozue leaned forward and pat Domino’s shoulder, giving him some comfort while he sagged. And an extra squeeze. ”Just give me a little tap and-”


”1…!”

It all happened so fast. In a blink’s time, Kozue’s shoulders were pushed down to the mat and the referee was working on a count, putting her two seconds away from an embarrassing loss. He had his weight coming down on top of her, and she wasn’t too confident about her ability to push him off. But there were other options…

”2…!”

Kozue reached out and snagged the bottom rope with both hands, freezing the count with only half a second to go. ”Rope break!” The referee called out as she stood back up. ”Ninjette, let go of the hold.”

Kozue opened her mouth with frazzled surprise, then shut it and groaned. ”Oh, yeah, almost forgot that rule. Fuck.” With a reluctant sigh, she opened up her legs and released Domino from his leggy prison.

Domino weathers her teasing, though that additional squeeze gets an audible wince from the young model. But it's all worth it when the referee-girl drops beside them to begin the count. The look on Kozue's face was priceless. He thinks he even felt her heart pick up in pace, given their chests are pressed together. He had other options to try in hopes of reversing the situation, but this one was probably the most satisfying.

When she grabs the rope, he doesn't instantly release the pin - partially because her toned legs are locked around his body. But once released, he takes a deep, deep breath, only for it to be cut short. His ribs are hurting. He didn't get out of that quite fast enough. Girl's got some awesome thighs. Even still, he can't resist teasing her in return.

With his face hovering just over hers, he says, "I'll do more than give ya a little tap."

"I said, 'rope break!'," repeats the referee.

"I heard ya!"

Domino leans back from Kozue, still holding the girl at the biceps, and tries to drag her back up to her feet. Though once both fighters are upright again, he intends to pivot and whip her smaller body into a turnbuckle!

There was a hearty round of applause from the audience as Kozue broke up the hold, and she had a good understanding of why - she was enjoying this match, having a fun time, so it was natural that they were, too. Not so much now, while Domino was dragging her back to her feet and no doubt trying to take control of the match, but the other parts, the ones where she was winning, she was getting to very much like those.

When he twisted around and sent her off and running with the Irish Whip, she didn’t fight it - in fact, she sped up. She needed all the velocity she could get for what she had in mind so she wouldn't end up falling on her ass like a dumbass.

Instead of turning around and letting her back hit the turnbuckle like everyone else, Kozue ran up the pads and leaped off the top, backflipping across the ring and trying to come down behind him.

Domino's ribs ache, but he's tuned in. He's focused. When Kozue takes off for the corner, he waits for the right moment to follow up and start returning the favor. She's got a nice belly; could be fun tenderizing it. But rather than play along, Ninjette scampers right the Hell up the turnbuckle and springs like a for reals kunoichi in a high arch.

The world seems to slow down. Cameras flash, capturing the moment, immortalizing the height of her jump, the arc of her body. All while Domino stands in place beneath her, head tipped back, mouth slightly agape and blinking owlishly. "Duuuuude," drawls the slow-motion Domino.

Everything picks back up in pace when the girl's feet alight upon the mat again - a perfect landing positioning her right behind the young model's back. And suddenly, that ring experience kicks in, urging him to take every advantage he can and deny his opponent a potentially highly advantageous position. An arm swings back, hoping to catch her around the head to secure it over his left shoulder. With a hop, he'll land squarely on his rear and force her jaw to smack over his shoulder in a snappy stunner!

Kozue wasn't sure what happened.

One moment she was up in the air, flying free and looking good. Hair whirling, back arching, cameras flashing, crowd cheering. She'd pulled off this move plenty of times in training, but this marked the first time she'd ever busted it out in a real match, and it was an exhilarating experience.

Then she landed, prepared to move forward, ready to take advantage, and everything just sort of stopped. Her momentum was halted, and there was pain, a lot of pain in her jaw. Everything went white for a moment, and when her vision clearned, Kozue was on the floor with a massive headache, rubbing her skull while she cringed. One of her feet was stomping away at the mat, but aside from that, there was very little movement coming from her.

”What the…” She groaned and started to roll over to her chest.

The audience was agog at the acrobatic display by the femmeninja, cameras flashing... and then the arena was flooded in a mixture of boisterous cheer and sympathetic wincing when the totally fly ninjary ended with a sudden, sharp shock of an impact on Ninjette's jaw.

Domino puts on a pleased, near-playfully perky smile and tosses his right hand into the air, soaking in both flavors of reaction.

The young grappler turns onto hands and knees as Kozue rolls over, opting to keep the heat on the spry, dark-haired Jersey girl. He pounces, attempting to quickly set his boots behind her thighs and attempting to hook her feet back over his shins to lock them in place. His hands swat at her ribs, attempting to coax her arms back to grab them by the wrists.

It's all done in an effort to quickly roll onto his back, the girl trapped in his limbs and lifted in a ceiling fan submission hold, arching her body towards the skylights!