Domino Vs. Hana Fujioka

Domino was banking on that impact felling his giantess of a foe. And though his knee dug into a remarkably toned female chest, she didn't go down; he didn't generate enough force there. Her spry opponent drops to a kneel afterwards, eyes wide and fearing immediate retaliation. But to both his relief and joy, he catches sight of her fit, trim body slouched in the corner.

'That'll do.'

With a wicked little smile, the muscle in his legs spring out to launch him into another full sprint! His sleek body tilts in, and he aims to spear his shoulder into her bare belly, hoping to smash her toned abs between himself and the corner post! Maybe take a little wind out of the girl!

Ordinarily, Hana would have gotten herself out of the corner in time. She was a big, tough woman, and she could shake off a lot of attacks like they were nothing. Not this time, though. Maybe Domino's attacks were hitting her harder than she thought. Maybe she was just shaken up from Domino suddenly taking control of things. Whatever it was, it was affecting her bad, and so she was unable to probably defend herself as her foe came charging across the ring towards her.

"NNGF!"

The Okinawan grunted loudly as the spear slammed into her bare stomach and her incredibly toned abs, her body crumpling as she was crushed between Domino and the corner post. She grabbed onto one rope to keep herself standing, but she couldn't stop her body from naturally collapsing forwards, leaning against Domino as she struggled to breath, to fill her lungs back up with air and to shake off the sudden, nasty spear.

There's that sensation of the amazon's body crumpling against his attack, urging him to keep the pressure on and take every advantage. And so far, he's chosen those tight, toned abs as his target. Take out her core, the rest will follow.

Domino straightens his posture and crosses his left forearm over her chest to force her back straight. More importantly, this leaves her belly exposed, taut, and vulnerable. This leaves him leaning into his taller, shapelier opponent, nearly face to face with her. "This more like what you had in mind?," he asks teasingly. He draws back from her, only to give himself enough room to fire a fresh punch aimed to sink into the center of her gut.

Hana was taking quite a bit of damage. Domino's spear had done a real number of her, and things were about to go from bad to worse.

She growled lightly at the sound of Domino's teasing words, sucking in air through her nostrils as she struggled to stay straight, but before she could act again, in came his swift punch. It landed on it's mark, his fist digging deep into the center of Hana's bare, unprotected belly, and once against the Okinawan felt the air forced from her lungs.

Her eyes grew wide again, as she started to collapse forward, barely hanging onto the ropes with her one hand while she began to lean against Domino, wheezing and struggling to suck in the precious oxygen. He had taken full control of the match, and she realized it, and knew that she had to find a way to fight back, and fast.

Feeling her firm frame leaning against him is the indication to take things out of the corner. His left arm loops her neck, the right hand setting to her waist to pull her out of the corner and lead her more to the center of the ring.

"Bet you don't spend a lot've time in the air," he continues to the breathless woman. The hand at her waist relocates to her hip, gripping onto her trunks. He may normally have gone for a vertical suplex to both compound the incoming pain and give the audience a thrill, but his hopes of keeping a woman of her strength suspended upside-down and obedient long enough to pull it off is pretty slim. He'll have to settle for the snap variant.

With a yank and drop, Domino attempts to pop the amazon into the air in a short flip, ending with a crashing impact against the mat on her back!

Between the spear, and the cheap shot to her gut, Hana was still reeling, left stunned and in pain from Domino's attacks. That was why, when he dragged her to the middle of the ring, there was little resistance from her, the massive mountain of a woman not even trying to fight back as the challenger grabbed at her body.

Before she knew what was happening, Domino lifted her up, flipping her through the air and into the mat with his sudden snap suplex. Hana hit the canvas hard, her massive body jerking about for an instant, before going mostly still, lying on her back and staring upwards with a dazed look in her eyes.

Domino lands flat on his back beside her, taking only long enough to draw a breath. Whew! He's gotten control of the match's momentum. He's pounded on that Amazonian body a little. But he needs a breather to re-center himself after the beating she gave him. The best way to do it? Go for an early pin.

Domino twists onto his side and all but springs at her to lie crossways over her. His hands press to the mat on one side of her, and his back arches inwards to push his tight abdominals against her muscled belly, letting her lie still beneath him for the attempt.

"Count it!," he shouts to the ref'. Oh no, he has zero expectation of her staying down. He'd even be disappointed if she did; awesome body like that, and to crumple after a little beating? No way. She's bound to have more in her than that. And while he catches his breath, he looks down to her face, flashing a little grin - almost playful, even.