Domino vs. Ninjette: Ready, Steady, Go!

The audience let out a collective ‘Ooooooo’ after Kozue landed hard on the chiseled granite that was Domino’s chest, planting her heels in deep. Even though she didn’t wear shoes like most wrestlers, she could still dig her feet in deep and get some real impact out of the move. Maybe enough to finish Domino off? One way to find out.

After Domino knocked her off and forced her to stumble away, Kozue came right back at him. She dropped down to her knees, grabbed him by the hair, and once more tried to get him back up to his feet, looking to put a few finishing touches on this match.

The match has seen some back and forth action, and of late, it seems a lot of the momentum has been on Kozue's side. Domino's weathered quite a beating, and were he anything less than a scrappy, athletic youth, he'd be a wheezing mess. But as it is, his breathing is labored, his muscles aching and sore, and his eyes unfocused. He feels her nimble fingers sift through his damp hair, pulling him to his knees again, then starting the lift to his boots.

He wanted an opening, and his mind is screaming at him to take this one. With her hands occupied with his hair, her body is left wide open. Domino throws a hard, wild hook towards her bare belly, first from the left, then from the right, each accompanied with a wild, nigh savage shout.

6Kozue was tough. She liked to think so, anyway. She could take a hit. She’d taken hits all her life, and especially now that she was in Tension.

But taking those hits after she’d gone through a rather grueling match against one of the most experienced wrestlers in the league was a bit different. That sort of hit, she couldn’t just shake off.

”Guh!” Kozue croaked as Domino’s first fist found a new home in her stomach and folded her over. That would have been bad enough by itself, but that wasn’t all Domino had for her - his second punch brought her down to her knees and left her cradling her breadbasket while she fought for air.

Domino may have normally stopped with the ninja-girl folded in front of him. But he wanted to make sure she was nice and pliable for what he had in mind. She's spent a pretty good amount of time wearing him down - he'll be returning that favor, and then some.

Her young opponent leans down, snatching for the wrists cradling her abused midsection. "On your feet!" He attempts to manipulate her arms from around her midsection to behind her back, hoping to both restrain her limbs while pressing her body to his. The added benefit? His arms will already be around her waist. All the better for the sudden, squeezing pressure that follows, grinding her slender belly into his sleek abdominals in an ever-increasing, face-to-face bearhug.

Kozue, needless to say, had grown accustomed to rubbing up against hot, sweaty men. It sort of came with the territory when it came to wrestling in Tension, and it stopped bothering her ages ago, if it ever truly did.

That being said, she wasn’t quite comfortable being this close to Domino. Partly because of the implications, and partly because he was squeezing her in half with those supermodel arms of his. Nasty.

There was an initial shriek, and then Kozue resorted to hissing as she struggled in the hold, twitching back and forth. There wasn’t much else she could do in this position, really. ”Not sure...Jules would approve…”

The initial shriek is all but musical. She'd been battering him for a while, and getting in control of the match is nearly euphoric. Nevermind that this match has been kind of nice, without the kind of pressure he'd been under in his others of late; winning is still chief on his mind.

Forearms bite into the ninja's waist, grinding her in tighter - enough that he can feel every shift her body makes, every inhale she draws. His heart pounds against her chest, and he tries to keep his head tucked close to her shoulder to avoid the nigh-inevitable headbutt counter. But what she says gets a helpless, if breathless laugh.

"Jules..? You mean.. Julia..?" His back arches, attempting to ply more pressure into her body. "This.. is nothin'.. now if I.. did some of the things.. to you.. that I did to her," he says, emphasizing the word with an additional squeeze, "..in our match.. she might have a problem!"

”Heh.” Kozue chuckled, not really having much to counter that with. ”Nasty.”

As funny as it was, she would’ve laughed a lot more if not for the way her innards were being painfully compressed in the bearhug. Domino wasn’t exactly Killer King size, but he was a strong, solid man, and combined with the toll her body had taken throughout this hard match, she was reaching her limits. She needed an out.

Growing desperate, Kozue tried to move her torso away from him, just enough for her to get an arm up and drop her elbow into his shoulder. It wouldn’t do too much from this angle, but it was better than just standing there and letting him saw her in half.

"Well..," Domino starts to protest with a guilty grin, "..not as.. nasty.. as a lot of what goes on-"

She slips a wrist free! Domino cuts off his speech in the interests of tightening his arms around her middle, securing her body against his in a tighter grip to make up for the loss. Her elbow drops on his shoulder, forcing the arm to loosen again despite. "Nnh.." His body jerks side-to-side for a moment, trying to shake the resistance out of her and effectively looking like a T-Rex with a smaller dinosaur. "Behave, you." Despite the looser grip, he tries to maintain the hold on her.

Kozue had one arm free. Not exactly big progress, but really, she'd gladly take it. One arm was better than no arms.

The great thing about this match was that it was getting her sweaty - which had nothing to do with her intimate proximity to Domino’s body and everything to do with her exertion, of course. That sweat made her slippery, and a slippery Ninjette was a dangerous Ninjette.

Using it to her advantage, she grabbed Domino’s as he flung her around, getting a tight grip on those boyish locks. Before the referee could admonish her, Kozue dropped down, sliding through his grasp and trying to slam his chin against the top of her head in the same motion, going for an impromptu jawbreaker.

T-Rex tactics seems to be having some effect, at least! As Domino chastises and rattles his prey about, she seems to be desperately grabbing at him. Of course, his hair is damp with sweat, making for slippery purchase. But once she's gotten a good bite in, it goes from noticeable to a concern.

The referee moves in, and Domino expects things to be broken up. He tries to shoot her a sideways look, only for Ninjette's curvy, slick body to slide against his and right between his arms! Her captured wrist pops free, and he finds himself suddenly jerked downwards, his jaw colliding with the top of her skull! After the impact, the teen recoils sharply and drops flat to his back, eyes squeezed shut and hands covering his chin.