Mindy Priest vs. Domino

Domino was expecting her to stay down for a little while after what he'd put her body through. Though much to his surprise, she's already starting to get up! The teen's eyes widen and he quickly springs to action, attempting to forcefully hook his arms over her back and across her chest to keep her bent over. If secured, he'll 'helpfully' haul Mindy up to her feet as he stands, still hugging her.

"New girl, right?" The question is punctuated with a couple pumps of his knee, aiming to drive the hits into her gut.

Mindy had barely got on all fours when Domino jumped on her again. This time, he approached from above and put a tight hug around her upper body, clasping his arms around her breasts. "H-hey!" It was a classic greco-roman wrestling position to keep your opponent under control, and it worked perfectly. The blonde was pulled up to her feet, struggling for balance as Domino moved her around and forced her to remain doubled up.

Oh, this guy was so patronizing! So what if she was new? She ached to turn the fight around and show him a thing or two... but for the time being, his knee strikes curbed her emotions. She gasped, having the air driven out of her lungs, and fighting just to stay on her feet she put her arms around Domino's waist to anchor herself.

Domino hadn't really considered that his chit-chat would come off as patronizing. As far as he's aware, the match is still friendly! Rough, but friendly! And he's enjoying things so far! Of course, that would probably go without saying, given the circumstance.

Following the bodyblows, Domino leans into her a little more. His bare chest pushes against her back and he attempts to direct her head between his strong thighs. His arms relocate a little lower along her toned body - specifically around her stomach. And once locked on, his back arches to try and haul her body upside-down into the air in piledriver position. "Hnng..!"

It's a little early for a finisher, but he doesn't intend to drive her down to the mat. Instead, if he can get her body into the air, those forearms will bite into her stomach to begin bearhugging her, testing the endurance of those smooth abdominals. His chest presses hard to her lower back, his abs behind her shoulders, body tense and rigid.

Mindy panted in Domino's grasp. Her gut was now pretty sore, but she was glad that the knee strikes had stopped, at least for the moment. However, she had little reason to be relieved, as the teen model forced her head down to shove it between his thighs. An alarm rang inside her head. Even with her small experience, she had seen enough matches on the TV to know that, whenever a wrestler had his opponent in a position like this, Bad Thingsâ„¢ happened. Powerbomb, piledriver, headscissors... the list could go on. Obviously, she didn't want to find out what Domino had in mind.

As he moved his arms down her body, Mindy decided to counterattack. She put her hands on the back of his knees and attempted to lift his body off the mat. If she was successful, she would then try to straighten up her body, fall back and throw him backwards! "HEEYAH!" It would be pretty messy as far as suplexes went, but she was in no position to be picky.

Domino's arms grip around Mindy's muscled belly, just about to lift... when he feels her hands taking the backs of his legs. He tries to pull up, only she's found to be in the better position. "Aack!" He tightens his hold on the girl's midsection as she powers through, feeling her abs tense under his hands. And for a brief moment, the teen is airborne!

Alas, the moment is doomed to end.

Wham.

Domino's back meets the mat with a reverberating slam, arching against her body before lying under her with a groan. His arms remain around her stomach, though no longer locked or restraining her in any way. His mind is reeling, dazed, his back aching and boots uselessly shifting against the mat.

So the most he's doing to his opponent at this moment is giving her a bellyrub with his palms.

"Nng..."

Mindy hauled her opponent's body up and arched her back, slamming him onto the mat under her in an improvised suplex. Since he was latched onto her when she fell back, her own body was rattled a bit with the impact, but she was sure the situation was much worse on Domino's end.

For a moment, she just rested on top of him, one of her hands still clutching the back of her knee. She had just been put through a barrage of painful moves, and now she finally had some time to breathe...

But this was no time to relax! Realizing her chance, Mindy tried to move Domino's hands away from her; she would then turn around to her front and press her chest against his body, going for the first pin attempt of the match.

Breasts press to firm pecs, and Mindy finds no resistance from Domino just yet. His body shifts a little under her, creating some friction with her. His eyes open, those dark amethysts dazed and bleary, trying to focus on those blurry lights above. He can feel the girl's body pressed across him. It's not an unwelcome feeling, but he knows he should be the one on top. He just... doesn't have it in him yet. That hit took a toll, and he needs a few seconds to recuperate.

So Mindy? She'll be treated to a peaceful beginning to this pin, maybe even luxurious. His chest rises and falls under her with every labored breath, heart pounding against her breast.

The referee girl drops to the mat beside the pair and lifts her hand into the air. It is then slapped down to the mat. "One!"

"Mmn..." It isn't eloquent, this sound Domino makes. But that determination is starting to return to him. His right knee steeples, the boot setting flat to the mat.

Mindy lets out a few more pants as she laid her chest against Domino, pushing him down and starting the pin. Now that she was finally in a position of control, she was prepared to fight for it, fully expecting the man to struggle under her. But, as the ref girl's palm descended on the mat for the first time, he made no effort to break free. He was still stunned, no doubt.

Mindy relaxed just a little. She could feel his chest heaving under the weight of her body, and his warm breaths of exertion rolled over her right shoulder. Seeing his arm lying on the mat in front of her, she decided to grab it and pin it down too. Just to be safe.

"Two!"

Domino's right arm is pinned down to the mat. The audience is roaring in anticipation, seeing the girl pressing her body down securely over the male model's. Body contact was always a hot button for the Tension crowd. And thanks to the sport, it was almost a guarantee.

The ref's hand strikes the mat a second time, and Domino's heavy breathing picks up in pace. His eyes focus, and he clenches his jaw. Though the weight of the girl covering him was fun and exhilarating in a few ways, he couldn't let himself be pinned. Not this early, definitely. And not with the first attempt!

The referee's hand raises again, ready for the third count.

Domino draws his legs in, and he suddenly kicks out! The force of the motion is enough to jolt his left shoulder up off the mat, though he's still lying beneath her. Nevertheless, the pin has technically been broken, and the bikini-clad referee indicates such to Mindy with a wave of her arms and a shake of her head.

Domino slides his left arm over Mindy's waist as he attempts to sit up. As he squirms, his body continues brushing against hers, chest rubbing to chest. "Can't let'cha.. win.. that easy..," he muses, breathless. "But that.. was a good hit, hotstuff..."

Mindy eagerly awaited for the third count, her eyes brimming with anticipation as they followed the referee's hand through the air. The crowd was going wild, Domino was motionless under her and the ref's hand began its descent... was this over?

A sudden movement below her woke her up from her dreams of easy victory. Her head turned to see the teen's other shoulder lifted, a few inches off the mat. The referee stopped counting and gestured at Mindy, indicating the obvious: Domino had broken free before the fall. The match was still on!

"Aw..." She was just a bit disappointed by this development, but another part of her mind saw the bright side of the situation. If the match had ended right here and now, she wouldn't be able to show all her moves! She would have just walked out, leaving the crowd unsatisfied after an early climax. Yes, maybe it was better this way.

As Domino sat up, Mindy let go of his arm and propped herself off the mat too, finally getting her breasts off his chest. "Oh, thank you..." She replied on habit, but then realized they were still in the ring. She wasn't supposed to be a good girl, she was a tough, tough wrestler! She had to find a way to act cool. She put a hand on his chest.

"You're okay too," and as she said that she pushed him down, wanting to ram his back into the mat. "... 'hotstuff'. " It was just a little payback for before, when he had pushed her down after the camel clutch. Hoping that her act was assertive enough, Mindy then got off him and rose to her feet, waiting for him to do the same so they could continue the match.