Domino vs. Ninjette: Ready, Steady, Go!

Kozue's plan had been to send Domino to the ropes with an Irish Whip, then do something that involved her running and flipping and kicking. She hadn't decided exactly what yet, but it hardly mattered, since she didn't even get the chance. Domino's punch put a stop to it.

Kozue was folded in half by the blow and fell to her knees, taking the blow pretty hard.

It worked?

Wait, of course it worked, why wouldn't it! He wasn't pulling punches, after all. Domino's just glad that, despite his brain's mild scramble, his aim wasn't too far off. And every passing second helps clear the cobwebs a little more.

With Kozue folded over on herself, the male slips around behind her back and presses in tight. Both arms coil around her slender stomach, and the streamlined muscle flex in to ensure he has a solid grip on her. It wouldn't do to let the little ninja squirm free at the last moment. And it's for that reason that he's opting out of doing the 'release' version of the German suplex.

"Time I take back this match, don'cha think?"

The arms suddenly grip inwards and his back arches, attempting to whip the girl through the air to slam her down head and shoulders-first against the mat behind him! His arms remain clamped around her middle, hoping to keep his bridged position for a pin!

No matter how much Kozue trained, no matter how much she devoted herself to her training, there was always the simple fact that she was a woman taking on men, and except for the pussiest pussies who only joined Tension to get dominated by girls, she would never have a strength advantage. That became achingly apparent as Domino’s punch cut her in half, and even more apparent when he slipped behind her and lifted her lithe frame up with ease.

”Oh, fuck.” She reached for the ropes as he started to lift her up, but they were far out of reach. ”Fuck!”

Up and over she went, right down on her shoulders. It sucked. It sent a shock down her body, nearly knocked her loopy, but she had enough sense left to hear the referee slaps against the mat.

”2…!”

Kozue shot her legs up right after the second count, breaking free and flopping over to her belly. "Eh." She grumbled with her face in the mat. "You can try, man."

Oh, those expletives! Domino considers himself a polite enough guy to not use crass language, but in the ring, it always has an elating effect on him. They're like compliments! And as he enjoys listening to Kozue's repeated profanity, he realizes that professional wrestling is a really odd sport.

The pin is broken, as he'd expected. And a part of him hoped she'd still have something left in the tank. He's hardly gotten to demonstrate anything particularly impressive this match! His opponent's already pulled off a fancy frankensteiner - he has some ground to make up. So as his balance is taken away when she bucks up and flops over, he twists onto all fours and quickly considers his options. Her position is really too good to pass up.

"Think I will!," is his spirited response before all but pouncing onto his smaller prey's prone back.

Turning to face her head, he perches atop her rear and makes a grab for her wrists. If he can capture those, they'll be drawn back over his upturned thighs, securing them in place and freeing his hands to then hook under her chin. What comes next would be a sudden, sharp pull, drawing her slender body up between his legs like the figurehead at the prow of a ship.

Head spinning. Back hurting. Kouze bit a little of her tongue on the impact, too, and now she had the slight taste of blood in her mouth to deal with.

Yeah. This all around sucked.

But at least she wasn't pinned, though, if she took too many more hits like that, she wouldn't be able to say the same for long. What she needed to do now was recoup, recharge, regroup, and Kozue started to squirm to the ropes after she broke the pin, with all the energy she could muster. Unfortunately, it turned out to not nearly be enough - not to keep Domino from finding his prey.

”Waitwaitwait-” Kozue let out a long grunt as Domino pulled her back into the camel clutch and sat down on her back, bending her into an unnatural shape. The one saving grace was that she had good flexibility, which let her take the hold better than many would’ve. But, that being said, it still hurt like a bitch, and she found herself trying to slip her arms over and get free.

"Nonono," replies Domino as he leans back, stretching the ninja-girl's body taut. As the teen further reclines, the audience gets a great view of Kozue's stretched midsection and breasts. The referee-girl drops to a crouch beside her, repeatedly asking if she's ready to submit.

To his surprise, he isn't hearing pained cries. At least now yet! He's positive this hurts, but he's also increasingly aware of how flexible the girl is! "Bendy little thing, aren't'cha?," he asks as he ratchets up the pressure, hoping to turn Kozue's face up at the overhead lights.

Her arms start to slip over his knees, and his thighs squeeze in, digging in against her ribs. But the moment her sinewy limbs escape their bonds, he knows the hold won't last. He releases her in an instant, letting her upper-body drop to the mat however it will while he dismounts to the side.

"Kozue!" The referee asked for what had to be the fiftieth time. "Do you want to submit? Do you-"

"NO!" Kozue shrieked, as her back got closer and closer to reaching a 90 degree angle. "Fuck's sake, stopping asking me that!"

Another scream came out shortly afterward, as blazing pain went down her spine. Flexible as she was, there were limits, and Domino seemed determined to push her to them as hard as he could. She didn't struggle - partly because that would only make it worst, most likely, but also because the hold is doing its job, sapping away at her energy and weakening her quick.

In the end, he finally lets go, after she just barely manages to slip her arms out of the hold. But the damage is done - she's flat on mat, face down, barely moving and looking all kinds of vulnerable.

With Kozue sprawling on her face on the mat, Domino decides to go on impulse and shoot for a pin. If her body is wracked with enough pain, maybe it'll be enough to keep her down on her back for the three-count!

Hands set to her hip and shoulder, and Domino rolls the girl over onto her back. The pin isn't elaborate - it doesn't need to be. Domino's never been the type to go for flashy pins. All he needs is for her to lie back under him for a few bare seconds. And while a significant part of him doubts she'll be so compliant, he's committed to the attempt.

His right arm slips between Kozue's thighs, hooking her against his bicep. His left arm settles against her left shoulder to hold it down. Finally, he lies his upper-body across hers, pressing his sleekly-toned abdominals across her bare belly, back arching to press in tight against her.

"Count it, ref'!"

”Uuuuuuuuuuh…”

”1…!”

Kozue rapidly blinked as she was flipped over, still groggy from the pain in her back. Having Domino pressing down on her didn't exactly help that, either, no matter how good his hardened body felt laying on top of her.

”Uuuuuuuuuuuuh…”

”2…!”

As much as her back was hurting, there was no way she was going to take a pinfall after a submission move, of all things. Kozue kicked out the moment the referee’s hand hit the mat for a second time, pushing Domino off. As soon as they were separated, she jerked up and gave him a quick elbow in the face for his troubles, hoping that might take away a little of his momentum.

Domino is reasonably certain those cries of pain weren't for show - she's a flexible girl, but a body has its limits. But would a few seconds of searing pain be enough to keep her compliant for a pin? The groan she issues from beneath him suggests it might be. When the referee's hand strikes the mat the first time, a smile finds his face. His arm clenches on her leg a little tighter, his back arches in to grind his abs into her belly a little more firmly. The second groan makes him wonder if she might really be out...

...But as soon as that two-count hits, she proves her tenacity with explosive energy! The audience gives a fair pop, and even Domino, perched on his knees, starts to bring his hands together for a display of appreciation. Only she nails him in the face with an elbow. "Mmph!," sputters the teen as he recoils both from force and shock, ending on his hip and propped on an elbow. One arm is raised to shield himself from further assault while he regains his bearings.

Though the hit rocked his momentum and interrupted what was to be a bit of applause, this match has been a nice enough change of pace that he can feel comfortable enough to maintain some lighthearted levity.

"Hey, watch the face! Hard to model with dents!"