Mindy Priest vs. Domino

Hearing her audible disappointment earns a soft snicker from the model, despite his breathlessness. He sits up with her and offers a boyish smile. "What, were ya all comfy?" As she compliments him and sets a hand to his chest, the model winks an eye at her, "I'm still gonna end this on to-erk!"

Thump.

Domino is shoved back down to the mat on his back, completely undermining the bravado. Though the impact didn't hurt anything more than his credibility, he flashes her a completely fake 'annoyed' look. Beneath the surface? It's totally amused, even at his own expense this time. Afterwards, she isn't kept waiting. He raises to his full height again to face her, and though that easy smile returns to his face, there's a new light behind those eyes. Something more attentive, sharper.

She took the first pin attempt. He wasn't expecting that. So that's twice he's underestimated this girl. She managed to overpower him with the lockup and deliver the first blow. He expected that camel clutch to wear her down a lot more, and yet she's gone for the first pin. He's gotta wrestle harder, faster, smarter. Prove he deserves a shot in this group. That he deserves recognition. The ache in his body is the price he has to pay for the screw-ups so far, but it's bearable.

Domino circles with the girl, hands raising at the ready. But he's just biding his time, trying to lure her into a lull. But whether her arms raise as well or not, the teen suddenly closes in and attempts to hook his arms around her waist to grip her tight to himself. Chest pressing to chest, abs against abs, hips to hips, and face to face. Those arms will begin to rapidly tighten, grinding her abs against his. Domino is determined to demonstrate his own considerable strength in a bearhug.

Mindy got to her feet. While Domino was still on the mat, the blondie decided to make an appeal to the crowd; the pin attempt had brought the match to a short pause, so she might as well keep everyone pumped up. Turning to the audience with a smile, she raised her right arm and flexed to show off her bicep, slapping the bulging muscle with her other hand. This extracted another round of cheers as a section of the fans started chanting her name, filling her with confidence.

And confidence was what she needed right now. Mindy and Domino were not far apart in terms of wrestling skill, so this match was going to be decided on smarts, audacity and mental strength. The soreness on her abs and back was a painful reminder that, just a minute ago, Domino was totally overpowering her, and she couldn't let herself be manhandled like that again.

With Domino on his feet again, Mindy turned to face him once more. Tests of strength were one of her favorite moves, since she could use her muscle power to their full extent, so she was more than glad to raise her arms and come closer to him. However, she wasn't prepared for his sudden change of tactics. "Hey!" He suddenly stepped right in front of her and embraced her waist in a hug that was uncomfortable both in terms of pressure and of proximity. Their bodies were practically glued together, and Mindy blushed a bit when she felt his nude torso pressing so tightly against her. Fighting against the bearhug, she tried to keep a straight face, knowing that he was watching her every expression from up close. One hand went to his shoulder in an attempt to push him away, while the other balled up and delivered a hard punch to his back.

As Mindy struggles, Domino ratchets up the pressure. His biceps flex, clenching her muscled form into himself. The push at his shoulder does nothing to dissuade the hold, but the punch to his back earns a grunt of both pain and irritation. But he won't let go. Not yet. The teen tenses his body, firm chest grinding against her breasts, sleek six-packed abdominals crushing her stomach, back arching inwards to substantially pour on the pressure.

There is no discernible space between their bodies at this point. His heart pounds heavily against her chest, every single breath each of them take easily felt by the other. Though with each exhale he feels her make, he squeezes a little tighter. A light sheen of sweat has formed over his skin, causing him to lightly glisten under the lights. The model meets her gaze with a fiery, determined look of his own, his hot breath washing over her lips.

That blush of hers is noted, though, and a mirthful smirk touches to his lips. "What?," he asks between breaths. "Not used to being hugged?"

Mindy winced as the bearhug steadily became tighter and tighter, constricting her toned body and pressing it directly against Domino's. His arching forced her back to bend backwards slightly, which only compounded on the pressure of the already rigid embrace. The exertion made beads of sweat roll down her forehead and arms, and as the wrestlers struggled in their grapple their fronts rubbed together so it was impossible to discern whose sweat was who's. Their faces were now so impossibly close that the shy girl was now having trouble staring straight into his eyes, so she moved her head to one side, looking around for some way out of the bearhug. "I'm perfectly... fine... this is nothing!"

Looking over his shoulder, Mindy's sight landed straight on one of the turnbuckles standing several steps behind Domino. Maybe she could use it to her advantage... putting her hands on either side of the teen's torso, she would plant her feet on the mat as solidly as could and attempting to push him back, much like a sumo wrestler. Taking one step after another, she would force him backwards as fast as possible, and if she gathered enough speed she would try to ram him against the turnbuckle!

"Bet ya get hugged... all the time!," muses Domino as he continues compressing the girl. She's pretty cute, all things considered. Rockin' bod, bright eyes, fun personality - he could see her getting plenty of attention.

When her head turns aside, it essentially puts them neck-to-neck in an almost cuddly way. Why, it would be cute if he wasn't trying to squeeze the resistance out of her, especially when her hands set to his body in return. As she begins pushing against him, he can feel every firm line and feminine curve of her body, the heat of friction and shared body warmth considerable. Their sweat-slickened forms struggle against each other, the model keeping that lean over her tight and controlled. Though Domino finds himself planting his boots behind himself step by step, progress towards the turnbuckle is slow. By the time they're halfway there, Domino spares a glance over his shoulder to mark their direction and a smirk comes to his face.

"No.. you.. don't!"

Domino pumps his arms and attempts to lift her off her feet! "Hng!" If all goes according to plan, he'll use her forward force to help torque her body in the air and ultimately drive her down onto her back on the mat in a belly-to-belly suplex. The slam will only be made worse by his full bodyweight dropping squarely atop her.

Otherwise, this model is going to find himself grappling the girl with his back pushed into the corner.

Mindy pressed her body against Domino's, trying to drive him back. It was tough to maintain her balance, ignore the pressure and push back all in one go - and as if she didn't have enough distractions, this guy was apparently really keen to find out more about her hugging habits. "Can't really... gh! wrestle people down... ngh... without getting close first!" Her speech was interspersed with small pants and grunts that flew into Domino's ear every time she took a step forward.

Her counterattack wasn't going quite as well as she had imagined; due to Domino forcing her to keep leaning slightly back, she couldn't put all her weight behind her push, so she wasn't really able to reach ramming speed. But at least she was pressing him back, and if she could keep it up she would soon have him against the turnbuckle. "I'm almost there...!," she muttered, inadvertently speaking out her mind.

However, it seemed like the teen model wasn't out of tricks yet. Out of nowhere, the rookie lost her traction as her feet left the mat. "Wha-?" Her push got turned against her, and in an instant she got flipped upside-down and suplexed hard! "GAHAH!" Her body flared up in pain; the repeated moves aimed at her abs and back were starting to take a toll on her. Stuck between Domino's weight and the ring mat, the muscle girl lay immobile for a moment, too staggered to get him off her right now.

Domino's body thumps down over her, his added weight pushing her down flat against the mat. "Nnf..!" His hands quickly lower to her thighs to draw her legs up just enough to twine his between hers, grapevining them apart. He then grabs for her wrists to hold them above her head, stretching their bodies taut against one another.

And from there? The dark-haired model simply lies over her to lock in his first pin attempt. His hips are pushed squarely against hers, abdominals ground against abdominals. His chest presses in tight enough that her breasts are mashed against his pectorals. They even lie face to face, his forehead resting against hers, gaze matched to hers. Their lips hover centimeters apart, every panting, labored breath licking against her face.

The referee drops down beside the pair to prepare the pin count, raising a hand...

Dizzy, Mindy offered no resistance as Domino pressed his whole body against hers. Her wrists were pinned above her head, and after some effort from the teen's part her legs were spread apart and locked in place, revealing some gym shorts-covered cameltoe to the delight of the audience. The referee quickly dropped to her knees, bringing down her palm to slap the mat.

"ONE!"

The sound of the first count woke Mindy up from her stupor, and her eyes fluttered open just to find out she was face-to-face with Domino. "Ngh... what? You...!" She still wasn't quite sure of what exactly had hit her, but she instantly became more concerned with breaking the pin and getting him off her. She tried to kick away with one leg - only to find out that she was trapped in a tight, intimate grapevine hold as well, causing her to blush. She squirmed weakly under Domino's pecs, trying to find a way out with all her limbs tied up.

At that first buck, Domino's glad he took the time to secure a decent pin. If he hadn't, odds are the blonde would've kicked out after just the first count!

As she squirms, the teen arches his back to press his body tighter to hers, covering her like a blanket of lean muscle and warmth. "Intimate," though, is definitely the right word for the situation. Her legs shift against the mat, brushing her toned thighs and calves along his. His hips remain locked down tight to those aforementioned gym shorts, leaving no space between them. And each little movement they do against each other creates an incidentally sensual grind. Every breath they take presses their chests tighter together, his bare pectorals mashing into her breasts.

Mindy's evident surprise earns a little chuckle, and Domino turns his head side-to-side, playfully brushing his nose against hers. "C'mon, lift that shoulder," he whispers. "We're not done yet."

The hand slaps the mat again. "TWO!"

The teen is enjoying the match, especially so now that he's controlling the flow. While another win would go a long way in securing him as a serious contender, Mindy's budding reputation would probably suffer if she were pinned without being hit with a finisher. He's dealing with a nice girl here, and one that's authentically tough! He couldn't do that to'er. He's decided she deserves better than that. And for that matter, so does the audience. So if she fails to work up the strength on her own to power free, Domino will subtly tilt to the side and pull on her arm to lift her shoulder off the mat. That is, in such a way that it'll look like she broke free.

Either way, the three-count won't land here.

Mindy thought this pin couldn't become any more uncomfortable for her, but Domino then arched his back and somehow got their bodies cuddled even closer against each other. She could now feel every contour of his trimmed body, every inch of his smooth skin, she could feel the body heat emanating from his chest and his short hair tickling her forehead. Domino's figure was a terribly sexy thing to be trapped in, and not even Mindy could deny it by now; the fact that a part of her, however small, was getting hot and bothered by this in front of hundreds of people only made her more embarrassed.

"Fuah...!" She let out a cute little noise when Domino moved his head so close to her; she tried recoiling back on instinct, but she was already pinned flat against the mat, and her nose was nuzzled in a lighthearted eskimo kiss. She couldn't believe this guy was playing with her like this...!

However, the second count brought Mindy back to planet Earth. She didn't want to lose, not like this! Feeling her strength coming back, she would wrench one arm free from Domino's grasp and lift her shoulder up to break the count. "Nn... you can BET we're not done!" Her reply was followed with a hard punch to the side of his head, hoping to stun him so she could close her legs again.