Domino vs Amy Poford- Let the Good Times Roll

With her opponent down on one knee, there was really only one thing for her to do. Amy leapt up with her right knee raised high, looking to score yet another strike to Domino's chin.

But on her way up, she felt an arm crash into her left calf muscle, knocking her balance askew. Her attacking knee came down to try and restore her footing before it could strike its target, but in the end, all she managed to do was stumble backwards, arms flailing, and fall ungracefully on her behind. Amy blinked, but it wasn't long before she was over her confusion and back on her way up to her feet.

That wasn't exactly what Domino was hoping for, but he expected her to try to capitalize on the situation. And that's precisely what she was about to do. So he isn't exactly counting this as a loss. It gives him enough time to recollect himself and raise to his feet again.

Now squaring with her, Domino shoots her a smirk. The audience is cheering - they enjoyed that exchange, but they're expecting more. Rougher. They want to see pain. Domino doesn't revel in pain, but he gets a thrill out of this kind of contest. It's why he got into professional wrestling in the first place.

Domino surges forward, his right arm drawing back at the ready to strike. Only the grappler suddenly jukes to the side in a feint, his knee thrusting out to hammer into her midsection again. She's a tough cookie, but all he needs is an opening to really get the match going and show her what he's capable of! ...And maybe get a word in with her. But mostly show her what he's capable of!

Amy and Domino found their feet at the same time, and Amy returned Domino's smirk with one of her own. She could hear the crowd, too, and her heart was right there with them. This was exciting- the pacing of this fight was at exactly her speed. Trading blows, giving no quarter, allowing no time for breaks, just relentlessly going at it until one of them had no more in the tank. Good fight, good fight.

Domino, perhaps having read her mind, wasted little time in striking again, this time rushing in with a cocked arm.  Amy grinned, confident that she could dodge anything he could dish out in a forward attack.

Alarm bells were ringing in her head. Drake's not stupid; he can't possibly think he can hit me like that. And he's telegraphing way too-

The realization came too late. Before she could react, Domino dropped all pretense of a forward attack, instead slipping to her side and punching into her midsection with another knee. Amy, having been prepared to dodge and counter from the front, was unable to get away in time. She doubled over, eyes wide, breathing suddenly becoming a little harder than it should ever have to be.

Oh, it's a great feeling when a gambit works off like that. It could go either really well, or terribly bad, and in this case, it's all aces. There's the opening he's been looking for!

With the blonde doubled over and pushing her rear out (the audience doesn't miss the chance to woop~), Domino quickly attempts to hook his left arm around her neck and cinch, his toned bicep biting into her throat. His other arm hooks under her left bicep to pull her weight into him, ensuring her balance flows with him. In short order, the young model springs into the air and simply drops back, aiming to lead her down and spike the top of her head against the mat in a DDT.

Normally he might not hop with the attack, but he felt the need to really pull out the stops with Amy. If not to just secure a win and be one step closer to a title shot, then to maybe... y'know... impress her. She seems the sort to respond well to how much a guy can beat on her. It's odd, but not a bad odd.

The feint worked like a charm. The ensuing knee was clean, and the following DDT was nice and crisp. The whole combo flowed together impressively well, and Amy would put a pin in it for her own future use. She kind of wished that she’d thought of it.

For now, though, Amy was belly down and groaning into the mat, her head throbbing like it was threatening to burst. She knew that, overall, she appreciated how Domino was coming at her with everything he had, but that notion was difficult to be grateful for at the moment.

Domino swings his hips over, mounting Amy's rear. It's a nice rear, too, he realizes. But that thought is pushed out of his mind for now. He has an advantage to push, a career to improve, and a girl to impress. He grabs for her wrists to pull her feminine arms back over his knees, then hook his hands together under her chin to begin drawing her upper-body backwards between his thighs in a camel clutch.

"You're a spry lil' thing," he notes with a grin. "And I'm flattered that'cha trust me. Maybe even a little surprised. But, truth is?" He pulls back a little sharper. "We're on the same page with the hentai thing..."

"Ugh!" Amy's spine caught fire as Domino wrenched back the hold. There wasn't a whole lot she could do in her position. She heard Domino's words, and she was pleased. Yes, she was spry, and yes, she was happy that she wouldn't be raped in the ring tonight, thanks, but she hoped Domino wasn't hoping to hear a response; she wasn't sure that she could even open her mouth without screaming. Her eyes clenched tight against the pain of the submission, her mind racing for an escape.

Domino doesn't intend on giving her any hopes of an escape. He loves the camel clutch for that reason. Once locked down, there is precious little the victim can do other than twitch, squirm, cry out, and wait for the other wrestler to have mercy or make a mistake. Well, unless the victim is a ridiculous powerhouse, or the other wrestler is small and weak. To that end, the teen slowly leans back, guiding Amy's spine into a tighter arch and pulling her face up to the overhead halogens.

"But when I pin ya, if you should happen to like that a little more than you should," Domino continues, his voice a little strained as the strength required to keep her bend increases, "...you won't hold that against me, will ya?" He doesn't expect her to communicate in any meaningful way, except maybe to cry out. In fact, he's hoping to wrench out some of those audible cues from her.

In the meantime, the audience is getting a great view of that new outfit with her body pulled taut.

Amy's eyes were screwed tight now; she could tell more from the light through her eyelids than from kinesthetic awareness the seriously unnatural shape her body was bent in. But despite that, Amy couldn't help but chuckle at Domino's taunting, even if those chuckles sent shockwaves of pain through her contorted spine. Things were going pretty great for him, and Amy couldn't blame him for feeling confident given the advantage he held over her. Still, hardly anything had happened in the match yet, and she didn't spend a week in bed in the hospital looking forward to this fight just to tap out here.

Amy took a quick inventory of their position. His fingers were laced together, so she going to be able to pry them apart any time soon. He was seated awkwardly, what with how far he was taking the hold- with a little bump, she could knock him backwards... but if he didn't loosen his grip in time, she'd get folded in half. Her arms were draped across his thighs... but there was nothing to secure them there. She only needed the briefest of moments to escape. If she move his arms forward just for half a second, she'd have the room disengage her chin and slide out beneath and end up behind him. And counter, maybe? She'd cross that bridge when she got there. It was risky; she only had one shot before he better secured her arms. And it would probably only work once; sorry, Tension ladies, but things look bleak, so I'm cashing our card in here. A grinding pinch to the point where the muscle meets the joint in the elbow should do it. Maybe get a little fingernail action in there. Amy steeled herself. Time for some creative desperation.

Summoning all of her grit, her eyes popped open, and she managed to spit out a sentence without screaming, though her voice was tight. "I’m not gonna ask you to go easy on me, but if you put me back in the hospital right after my getting out, you and I are gonna have a problem.” Then she made her move.

"You trust me, remember?," Domino asks. "Don't lose that."

Though it's painful and might be stretching her to the limit, Domino's making some educated estimations, here. The girl's a brawler. That means she's probably been in a few scraps. She's not a dainty little buttercup, so some pain isn't going to make her fold. Submissions are likely not what she's used to dealing with, and that's an advantage for him, but he knows how far to take it and when to stop. They're quickly nearing the latter. He has no interest in actually hurting her. Heck, he likes her.

And then she's digging her nails into his elbows. "Ow. OW!" He quickly releases her chin in favor of lifting his arms out of reach of her hands. And just like that, the hold is compromised. He's fine with this, though! He was ready to move the match forward, so he can flow with it. He quickly lifts to his boots with the intent to stomp down against her back, hoping to keep the pressure on. He can dominate her without injuring her, after all. And that's just what he has in mind.

Besides, he kind of has to if he's going to finish her off with that splash.