Domino vs. Yasei Starr

The squirming alone doesn't suffice. In fact, it even helps him nuzzle more aggressively against her. Domino doesn't feel good about doing this to a protesting girl. Everything about it seems dirty. But the audience is going wild for the two-fold event taking place: she's set up to be finished, and there's some definite ecchi action taking place. And Domino needs this win to show he can handle anything the federation throws at him.

...He might be apologizing to Yasei after this, though. It just feels so...

'Can't think about that now. Gotta finish her.'

"Hnng!" Domino's biceps pump around the girl's waist, grinding her belly into his tensed chest, hoping to agonize her while simultaneously drive her wild with pleasure. He has no idea if the latter is working, given her complaints, but there's no lack of trying. He marches with her to the center of the ring, letting the audience get a full view of the bikini'd girl at his mercy.

Domino hopes, sincerely hopes, that she's enjoying this. That's the only solace he'd get outside of a clear win. If she were being humiliated and had to go through this much pain only to lose, he'd feel wretched. But he'll find out soon enough. The teen springs into a sudden hop, twisting his body with hers in a single flip to land their combined bodyweights against her head with the completion of the Total Eclipse piledriver!

Yasei was trying to escape from the hold but her mind is distracted and flustered with his face burying and brushing between her legs, though she knew it would happen at some point but not right now she hoped, and can feel her energy is draining fair more than she thought.

"L-let go you!" She is getting lightheaded as well from hanging upside down like that, kicking her legs uselessly until the moment she felt her body and air changing, he was going to act and acting now! She can feel herself moving by the wind and his hold then a sudden hard hit to the head that slammed right onto the mat. "URK!" Her body would bounces a bit and put her in a total blackout, knocking her out and if he would let her go she would flop on the mat with her eyes closed, spread eagles and only thing moving her mouth open to breath and her chest heaving up n down.

Nope. She's still protesting. Dammit. He was probably hoping for too much, anyway. The main goal is to win the match, isn't it?

But they go airborne, and their combined bodyweight comes crashing down atop Yasei's head. Domino releases her from his grip immediately after impact, letting her body spike up, then drop flat onto her back. There, resting on his knees, positioned dominantly above the splayed form of his opponent, his arms raise to a wave of wild cheer. It's clear to the audience that the brutal finisher has put her down. They know all that's left is the pin. And from this position, they know exactly how it's going to happen.

The young model lies his body atop hers, first settling his hips against her face. His sleek abdominals press over the soft curves of her barely-covered breasts. His firm chest settles against her exposed, toned, and thoroughly battered belly. He loops his left arm around her left thigh to pull her leg into the air, letting the soft, smooth skin of her inner-thigh rest against his cheek. His right hand sets over her right thigh. Finally, he lowers his face to resume nuzzling into her bikini bottoms, lighter this time. There, he remains over her, his sweat-glistened skin sticking to hers, body mashing rhythmically tighter into her own with each heavy, labored breath. It's dominant, it's sexual, and it's the type of pin the audience was wanting for a match like this.

The referee drops beside the pair, raising her hand to begin the count.

Yasei went down pretty hard as her head slammed right on the mat before her whole body comes collapsing  down on panting and just out of it, that piledriver was enough to knock her out and laying there covered in sweats and defeat, now with Domino coming down to cover her and goes for the pin, she wasnt aware of it but she'll find out sooner or later.

Domino covering her and pulling on her leg that hangs in the air, groaning that she having trouble waking up from the terrible yet powerful move, hoping she could wake up. She can barely hear the count but the referee indeed making the count out loud which its up the two counts so far. Yasei isnt waking up anytime soon.

Despite the position and everything that's going into this pin, Domino is keeping a close track of the count and Yasei's body beneath him. But by the time the second count has hit, he's confident this match has finally come to an end. He breathes a sigh of relief against her. He won't have to keep doing this. It can end.

The hand strikes the mat a final time. "THREE!" She immediately signals the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Domino rolls off of Yasei to lie on the mat beside her, panting. That match definitely went long, and given the rules and what was expected of him, it was a very new experience. But even though he won this one, he knows matches involving hentai rules could get a lot more dicey. A lot.

He just doesn't know.

Domino pulls himself up to his feet, allowing the referee girl to lift his arm in victory. He flashes a bright smile to the audience, but shoots a curious look down to Yasei.

As soon the bell rings for the final count, can hear the crowd roaring out enough to wake Yasei up from dreamland into reality, groaning as she woke up and slowly sitting herself up with her hand holding onto her head, briefly forgot what exactly happen until she can look to the side seeing Domino standing up in victory, her mind is now clear that she have another lost in her record, utterly defeated. "Sigh shoot.... whelp, thats okay....."

Yasei tries to get herself up standing before Domino and stood in front of him, knowing she lost but it was still a fun experiences. "I gotta admit, you were good very good, I respect that Domino." She would offer him an handshake and if he accept, she would lean in into him and secretly peck him on the cheek. "Would love to rematch you again, or maybe a private hentai too." She then back up and smile at him, like a flirt or crush, whatever he can assume shes thinking.

Yasei's coming to!

Domino draws his hand back from the referee to turn and face her. He even offers his hands to her to help her up, but she's already well on her way to her feet by that time. Nevertheless, he has to get something out. He feels just... weird after doing those things to her, with her protesting.

"Hey, uh, Yasei, I'm sorry..." Wait, what? She's fine? He looks almost dumbfounded by her words, and even regards her hand as though it were an alien appendage. "Uh..." He blinks. He was so convinced he was doing something bad. He's still not sure he didn't. But he takes the hand for a modest little shake, then finds her lips grazing his cheek.

The offer causes his cheeks to tint over in red, and he tilts back enough to look at her face again. She wants more? "I, ah.. maybe..?"

His mind is so conflicted, he can't be sure what to say. He tries to rationalize a response as quickly as possible. On one hand, doing a hentai match could be beneficial. He could say he's tried it, for reals, before writing it off. And if it's in private, it's... well, in private. No nudie-ness for the audience. And Yasei is an incredibly hot grappler. On the other hand, though, he just feels out of sorts after this match. He doesn't think this brand of wrestling is even up his alley, so what would doing more of it prove?

All of this internal monologuing results in an awkward span of several seconds in silence. When he finally speaks, it's to give a repeated, "M-maybe," with a sheepish smile. He quickly attempts to cover it with, "Let's just get you outt'a the ring for now, okay?"

Unless she resists, he'll slip an arm around her bare waist to guide her to the ropes. He steps on the bottom rope while grabbing the middle, pulling them apart to create a gap.

"No its alright dont worry about it, despite the match have bit of hentai it doesnt bother me much because, I know you're a good guy inside."

After a warm handshake and even giving him a kiss on the cheek just because he did well against her, no hard feelings for sure but she'll have to do better in a match next time. Once they break off he wanted to help her out and opening a gap between the ropes to let her her out. "Aw, thank you!"

She strut towards to the ropes and slowly stepping between em which people in the crowd start gathering to get their views of her behind, side and front just showing some of her pleasuring view. Standing on the ring apron and offering her hand to Domino like asking him without words to escort her to the locker room, she smiles at him just waiting for his hand to guide her.

Well, that's reassuring, at least. Yasei doesn't hate him. Of course, she almost certainly didn't to begin with, what with how she's wanting a private match with him still. So maybe his holds and pin did have an effect on her - more than he realized.

Domino's mind is still a jumble, however. Once Yasei drops to the floor, he follows suit. Her hand is offered out to him, and he takes it with little thought and a wry smile. He simply leads the girl on up the ramp and past the curtains, beyond the roar of the audience and away from prying eyes. They can figure out what they're doing, if anything, from there.

Winner by pinfall, 2-1: Domino