Mindy Priest vs. Domino

In any other situation, this particular girl reaching for his hips would probably be a titillating experience. But Domino knows that only more pain is awaiting him. He struggles enough to pull his right arm off the ropes but he only manages to touch a hand to her waist before he's scooped into the air.

"Aaahh!," he yelps as he finds himself powered down to the mat on his back. The impact causes his body to bounce once from the hit, the ring shaking. He starts to sit up, reeling from the hit, only for his strength to just... fade. He finds himself dropping back onto the mat in a limp sprawl. His glistening body lies before her, chest and abs rising and falling rapidly, deeply with each deep breath. That last hit... he's going to need a moment before his strength comes back. His mind is willing, but his body just... won't cooperate beyond a little squirm.

The audience begins a chant - something Domino never wanted to hear. Something that makes his heart sink.

"FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!"

"Nng... M-Mindy..." His gaze, though unfocused and bleary, attempts to affix to hers.

All those years spent doing muscle training really paid for themselves. Even though Mindy's condition was pretty bad, she managed to muster enough strength to lift and slam Domino's back into the mat. As she put her hands on her knees to regain her breath, she noticed a brand new chant coming from the crowd around them and filling the arena. "FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!" She was unsure on how to feel about this. Sure, they were all rooting for her now, but what a cruel way to cheer! One would have thought they would have some more respect for Domino, especially considering he had almost wrenched a submission out of her not long ago.

Looking at Domino, Mindy's eyes then locked with his for a brief moment; she could tell her body slam had done a number on him. With a a bit of a heavy heart, she would grab one of his legs to drag him, wanting to bring him to the center of the ring. She would then kneel behind his head. "Sorry, Domino... but it's either you or me!" If he hadn't sat up already, the muscle girl would set him into a sitting position and try to put him in a full nelson, her hands snaking under his armpits to meet behind his head while her breasts pressed against his sweating back. If she locked the hold she would try to keep him immobilized for the time being, trying to conserve her energy and just putting enough pressure on his neck to prevent him from escaping.

The audience appears to be a very fickle thing, especially concerning those who aren't well-established. And Domino looks as devastated by the turn of events as he feels. He finds his leg grabbed and pulled, dragging him out to the center of the ring. Short of some squirming, he can't muster the strength to kick free.

She sits him up, and he throws a weak elbow back towards her head. It's completely ineffective, little more than a wild flail, and fails to even come close. In face, it just gives her more access to lock on her hold. And once her hands meet behind his neck, the teen is pushed forward a little, helpless. His mind races, going over the possibilities of what she might choose to do to him. And that's part of what worries him the most - the not knowing. If she chooses to completely humiliate him and force him to submit to her, or if she'll finish him off a different way. Will he even be conscious afterwards?

And of course, that regret fills his head. He was too easy on her earlier. He needed to be relentless. And now, here he is - at her mercy.

"Wh-.. what're you.. gonna do.. to me..?," he asks, turning his head to try and look at her over his shoulder. "S-spare a guy.. his dignity.. at least?" The request is made with a weak smile. His arms twitch in her hold every now and again, a testimony to his will to fight on. But his body has checked out.

Seeing an elbow strike come towards her, Mindy moved her head to the side, dodging the slow blow. She then took advantage of the raised arm by hooking under his armpit and around the back of his neck to hold him in a half-nelson, shortly before repeating the motion with her other arm and completing the full nelson. Her muscles contracted, tightening the hold. She leaned against him to keep him in place, forcing his head down with her palms to tuck his chin into his chest and keep him under control. She at first fought to mirror and counter his struggles, thinking he was about to escape somehow, but it soon became clear that he couldn't do so and was just fighting for fighting's sake.

However, even knowing that, Mindy didn't want to go for a submission. He might not have the strength now, but what if she ran out of energy before him and he got free because of that? She couldn't risk it. She leaned closer against him, her hot breath rolling over his neck. "... I'm going for the win. Get ready!" The muscle girl would then try and get to her feet, hauling the model with her in the full nelson. Once she was upright, she would turn around 90 degrees sharply, looking to twist him around and give him a jolt so he couldn't get a steady footing on the mat.

This was all in preparation for her next move. Before she executed it, though, she whispered into Domino's ear again. "Hey... why don't you end it now? Give up and I will let you go without hurting you. I promise."

Domino's teeth grit a little as she pushes his head closer to his chest. The feel of her breath against his neck is a different kind of sensation, a nice one, but it's hard to look past what's happening. How he's about to lose to a rookie.

The teen finds himself yanked up to his feet with a wince! He struggles to find his balance, boots padding about the mat. But it's clear she's doing most of the lifting here. When she asks her question, she can likely feel his body tensing, trying to will himself to break free. But his muscles are so tired, worn down, burning. "Nnh.. what.. just.. give up? Make these people.. think even less of me?," he mutters. He squirms ineffectively in her grasp, his back rubbing against her breasts. "N-no! I can't.. look like a coward.. or a weakling..!"

Mindy listened to Domino's response. Although she was hoping she would be able to finish this match on a somewhat peaceful note, she understood where he was coming from. After all, her mind had been swarmed by these very same thoughts when he trapped her in his own submission holds; if she managed to fight her way out of his abnominal stretch, it was only because of her desire to win and impress the crowd. "Fine, I won't make you submit," she replied as she tried to contain his squirms, pressing against him so that her whole front was in contact with his back. "Just try not to hit your head too hard, and stay down."

Having said that, she would go for her final blow. Even if Domino didn't want to look like a weakling, Mindy simply couldn't let him win, but she at least could make sure he went out with a bang. The rookie would spread her legs slightly apart, tensing all the muscles in her body before suddenly arching back, trying to lift Domino's body off the mat and nail him with a dragon suplex! "Ghh... HIYAH!"

Domino just breathes deeply, bracing himself for whatever was coming. He'd tried working his way loose, and he didn't have it in him. He couldn't twist free. He couldn't power out of the hold. This would be the end. No doubt a painful, embarrassing one.

"Stay down...?," he asks breathlessly.

And with that, he finds himself torqued into the air! His legs kick out in a panic. The back of his head and shoulders SLAM down into the mat behind her with enough force to pop him free of her arms, sending the young model tumbling over on the mat. He rolls over onto his back and just... lies there. His limbs rest spread out, arms to either side, legs spreadeagle. His eyes have fallen shut, mouth hung open to pant. And that breathing is heavy, ragged, and heated, causing his chest and abdomen to rise and fall heavily, muscles rippling with a sheen of sweat.

He isn't unconscious, but he's done. He has nothing left. That hit jarred him incapacitated, and he knows it. He lies still for her, waiting to be pinned under the pretty blonde.

The crowd roared when Mindy hauled Domino into the air, then dropped him down in one fluid motion, hammering in a powerful suplex. As she arched backwards, though, her abs and back muscles flared in pain again. As soon as Domino landed on his head, Mindy had to let go of him and rolled to her side, panting and putting a hand on her back. She shouldn't be doing suplexes and bridges, not with the kind of injuries she had sustained. This move sure was powerful, but maybe it wasn't the best idea ever.

Oh well. What was done, was done. She turned her head to find Domino sprawled on the mat, obviously on a much worse condition than her. Without wasting any more time, the rookie would crawl on top of his chest and hook one of his legs. The referee girl dropped to her knees next to them, starting a count that was accompanied with chants from the audience.

"ONE!"

Please, stay down...

Domino feels the weight of her body pressing down across his chest. He lets out a quiet groan, body shifting a little underneath her. But with her hooking his leg, there's no chance of him breaking free. Not without more than three seconds' worth of rest. His body simply rises and falls beneath her with each heavy, ragged breath.

As the referee smacks the mat for the count of, "TWO!," those dark amethysts open to halves. Domino casts an unfocused stare up at the ceiling lights, enduring the moment. But finally, he murmurs a quiet, "G-good hit..."

Mindy held her breath still as the referee slapped the mat a second time. She could only detect a small groan and a few short movements from Domino, but there was nothing that could be interpreted as him trying to break free. Just a quiet compliment, out of nowhere. Could it be...?

"THREE!"

The sound of the bell resounded across the arena. That was it! For the first time, Mindy had stepped into the ring and proven she could beat a man! She let go of him and sat beside his body; in response to the audience's cries, she pumped one victorious fist into the air, feeling tired and worn down but radiant nonetheless.

Getting on one knee, the muscle girl would smile and offer Domino a hand in case he needed help to get up. "Thanks. You gave me a lot of trouble, too!," she said in a friendly tone. Now that the match was over, she was glad that she didn't have to act tough anymore.