Julia Rogers vs Domino

Julia's attempt to free herself from the painful bow and arrow hold only served to backfire dramatically. Rather than force Domino to free her from his clutches, all it did was cause the male to pull back even more, practically bending the woman in half over his legs.

The agonized screams that Julia emitted became even louder, and the dire urgency of her situation was now completely obvious in her eyes, especially as Domino hoisted he up even further into the air. Many stood from their seats and watched in anticipation, expecting the blonde to tap out any second now!

The thought definitely ran through Julia's mind. Hell, she'd been competing for years and had tapped out to less painful holds than this. There was no shame in surrendering when you know you've been defeated, especially if it could prevent a serious injury. And that's exactly what Julia was facing now. If she didn't tap out or escape soon, continuing to be bent like this could very well end up breaking her back. Not many ways a debut could go worse.

But another part of her absolutely could not accept the idea of being forced to submit now, only mere minutes into her debut match in the AFW. And that part of her conscious just happened to be big enough to make her endure on, no matter how downright stupid it might've been. And desperately, she moved to grab the hand under her chin, and began to dig her nails into it, hoping to force him to release his grip. It almost seemed petty to try something like that, and she hated having to resort to it. But, desperate times call for desperate measures.

The girl's screaming fills the stadium, and Domino... actually doesn't feel too good about this hold. She can't exactly confirm that she can go on, and her refusal to tap is starting to remind him of a certain blonde who nearly pushed him to injure her. His thoughts travel in the same direction as Julia's, thinking about how much it would suck to submit this soon into the match. He's very tempted to turn her lose to spare her the embarrassment. It could be argued that such a move would be out of pity, and it wouldn't entirely be untrue. But Domino would insist it's out of respect. If nothing else, Julia's displayed competence, ring presence, and just an overall good attitude. He really doesn't want to screw things up for her when she was off to such a good start.

Straight up, she deserves better.

His knees start to pull back, decreasing the strain along her back. When he feels her nails dig into his skin, he winces! "Ow! Cheap!," he hisses. But it may look like it did the job, with his hand withdrawing from her chin. His knees push out again while keeping her ankles locked together, attempting to flip her body up and over to slam her down onto her front on the mat.

Domino shakes his hand out to get rid of some of that stinging sensation while he shifts over onto all fours. His frame rises and falls more noticeably as his breathing has grown a bit more labored.

The pain Julia was enduring was absolutely excruciating, but it paled in comparison to the humiliation she would've felt if Domino had simply released her out of pity. This was a woman who proudly held the world title of her parents' promotion for over a year, and she'd be damned if someone brought her to the brink of submission in her AFW debut only to feel sorry for her and let her go just because she couldn't find her own way out.

Fortunately, Domino didn't do that. It seemed he understood the same code of honor Julia abided by in the ring. Although honor didn't exactly seem to be the main focus of things as the masked woman's nails dug into her foe's hand. But it did get the job done, forcing him to break his hold, and that's all that mattered for now.

Domino did manage to push out once more with his legs, however, dumping the blonde rather unceremoniously onto her torso. The pain of the collision was so small compared to that of the hold she'd just endured, it almost actually felt relaxing as her body hit the mat. Still, without even moving Julia could already tell the pain in her back wasn't going to be going away for quite a while. She just hoped there wasn't any serious injury to worry about.

But she could worry about that in the trainer's office later. For now, she had to find some way to turn this around, and fast. Obviously she was in no shape to move on the offensive, but getting back to her feet would be a decent enough first step. So she pulled herself to the nearest set of ropes. And then, groaning in pain as she went, would begin to pull herself back up, turning her gaze to send a defiant smirk Domino's way in spite of the intense pain in her back. "Is that… all you've got?" she said in between heavy breaths.

That look on her face, that defiance, seeing her winded and hurting but determined to fight on, is crazy hot. Domino is quickly reminded that hentai elements are allowed in this match, but he has no idea what he'd even do in that regard; just that she's igniting that desire to try to rile her up. Besides, she's giving him lip. He has to return the favor.

The hand is shaken a little more, now bearing little fingernail imprints. Getting scratched has the odd sensation of both itching and stinging at the same time, and it's irritating as all Hell. So of course that's what he's going to hassle her about. "I dunno," he says, now on his boots again. "You gonna keep fightin' like a girl?"

The hand is shaken again to draw attention to what he's referring to. Everything else from her has been solid. But scratching? That seemed beneath her. Or he was building her up to be more than she was. Her response will probably give him the answer to that.

The young model shoots the luchadora a smirk of his own and closes in on her, seeming to take a direct route only to juke to the right at the last moment and fire a knee towards her midsection, intent on keeping the heat on and securing the win. Whether or not she's the sort to employ cheap tactics, she's proven herself to be determined and skilled - he can't gamble his standings in the league by playing gentle with her. She got out of the hold. No one's going to think less of her now. Especially if he can set her up for one of his finishers.

Julia continued to flash her smirk, but otherwise gave no immediate reaction to Domino's words. She calmly watched as he approached, doing the best she could to ignore the pain that plagued her back, but knowing that more pain was sure to follow in the very immediate future.

Sure enough, another pained gasp escaped her lips as Domino's knee crashed into her stomach, causing her to fall back against the ropes before slumping to a knee in front of her foe. "Oomf!" But as she fell, Julia found herself face to face with what could possibly be the beginning of a golden opportunity: the same knee she'd slammed a dropkick into at the start of the match.

Breathing heavily, she placed a hand against his leg, as if she were using it for support to try to stand. But instead, the blonde would latch her arms onto the leg and grunt in pain as she stood, before attempting to drop right back while twisting both her body and his leg with a dragon screw. No doubt if she was able to attempt the move without being hindered, it would put a strain on her wounded back. But if it took the model off his feet and gave her the opening she so desperately needed, it just might be worth it.

With the blonde bombshell dropping down before him, Domino prepared to land a fresh blow. But he wanted to make sure the audience understood he was doing this for them. He places a hand against her scalp, feeling the girl's silky smooth hair twining around his fingers. His other fist thrusts up to the audience, eliciting a pop from the audience. They know something devastating is coming. Or the more pervy spectators just happen to appreciate the image of the gorgeous woman on her knees before the model, her face right around hip-height.

But before whatever he was about to do could be executed, she hugs onto his leg and twists, sending Domino down to the mat in a hard crash. "Ungf!" It did that knee no favors, and he squirms, trying to get a little distance from her to recollect himself. She's a resourceful girl, that Julia.

The last thing Juvia had seen while she was on her knees was the trunks-covered crotch of a very attractive model. And though she certainly wasn't the most perverted person on the roster by far, she had to admit things could've been much worse at that moment, despite the rather degrading nature of her positioning. And, it also reminded the blonde about the fact that hentai was allowed in the match. Something worth keeping in mind.

But the next moment, the luchadora had managed to twist Domino's leg and bring him down. At the same time, however, Julia fell right back to her hands and knees, bringing an arm over her back. "Ugh!…" And with Domino trying to squirm away, she knew she needed to act quick to keep this chance from slipping through her fingers.

"Oh no you don't!" she shouted, forcing herself up and over to her grounded opponent before reaching down to grab the leg she'd just attacked. Hoping to continue her assault on the limb, she would then quickly step over and around it, before lying back to apply a figure four leg lock. And to make use of the hentai allowance, she would then begin to rub the boot positioned between Domino's legs right against his crotch. With any luck, she could possibly repay Domino for the damage done to her back, while also giving it time to rest a bit as she kept the hold in.

Domino's leg is already hurting from the last couple attacks, one compounding onto the next. So when she grabs onto the leg and he tries to pull it away, it just sends a fresh jolt of aching pain along his knee, preventing him from moving fast enough to slip free. He pays for that immediately after when she cinches on the figure four!

"AAGH!," cries the model, his back landing flat against the mat. His fists hammer against the mat's surface, the pain visibly spiking up from his leg through his hips and waist. His breathing hastens, causing his chest and abdomen to rise and fall more quickly and heavily, agonized in her hold. And then that boot begins to rub between his legs, adding a healthy dose of pleasure into the mix. "Agh.. nng..!" His arms flail uselessly in protest as her boot starts to rub him firm, not sure how else to feel about it other than... well... good and bad at the same time. But if things keep up, she's going to have more to feast her eyes on than just a rapidly tensing, flexing, bare chest and abs, but rather a steepling in his trunks. It doesn't help that he was already thoroughly enjoying the body contact they'd shared up to this point.

Julia was panting, but relishing the moment to finally rest her body and catch her breath as she held Domino in the figure four leg lock. And with her boot rubbing right up against his manhood, her smirk returned as she felt him starting to harden under her foot.

"Heh. Try not to enjoy this too much!" she teased, watching him writhe around in an awkward mixture of both pain and pleasure. Watching the sweaty body of a handsome model struggling in her clutches like this was quite entertaining too for Julia to say the least. But she kept her mind here on the match as she continued to break down Domino's leg.

"Had enough yet…big guy?" she asked, again between heavy breaths before cranking down even harder on the hold, all the while continuing to tease his crotch with her foot. Julia had a feeling that the way things were going, it was probably going to be difficult for either one of them to leave the arena under their own power by the time this match was over.

Domino can't think about what the audience might think about him in this predicament. He isn't even sure they know the full scope of what she's doing to him. All he knows is that, despite this kind of attention coming from Julia being more than welcome, he has to try to fix this before his leg gets really jacked. A one-legged wrestler is a very soon pinned wrestler.

"N-.. nng..!"

Domino's hands move to his face, panting raggedly as the hold continues. But maybe her choice in submission holds could be her downfall? The figure four is horrendous to be subjected to, and mindnumbing when someone adds a teasing grind. But it can also be reversed pretty easily. Well, easily in theory.

"G'nnh.."

Domino's hips twist to the left and his right hand plants to the mat, trying to force the two to roll over onto their front and double the submission over onto Julia! "Not.. by.. half!," he retorts between breaths.