Domino vs. Ninjette: Ready, Steady, Go!

”Bullseye!”

Kozue stuck the landing on Domino’s - deliciously chiseled - chest, hammering him into the floor. She raised her hands into the air in triumph, throwing up two peace signs. And since she was already in position, she might as well take advantage…

Kozue scooted a bit to the side and pressed her knee against his chest, pinning him down for the referee’s count.

”1…!”

Domino, still breathless, lies beneath the posing Ninjette. The referee is already down beside the pair and slapping the mat to begin a pinfall. The cogs turn, and though he has nothing in his lungs, he knows he can't continue to lay there for her. Everything in him wants to, but he can't. Though as his eyes focus on her posing over him, he has to pause and blink and appreciate her showmanship. She's cute! And spunky! He knew he'd like her, even if she's currently pinning him.

"2...!"

His attention snaps to, finally getting a little wheeze of breath back. The important thing in the immediate future is that she's pinning him! He wrenches his body to the side away from her, popping a shoulder up and turning onto his right side. "Gh..." He coughs, then manages a breathless, "Good hit... ugh.."

”Twoooah!” Kozue had been counting along with the crowd as she went for the pinfall, but that came to an abrupt stop as Domino kicked out of the pinfall. Little disappointing, but not too much, she wasn’t expecting a win that easy. But she was making some gains and the ball was in her court. Now she just had to keep it there.

”Thanks!” Kozue gave him a quick pat on the head and a smile to go along with it. ”’’Scuse me for a sec, just need to…”

She slid over Domino’s chest, planted her palms on the mat beside him, then pushed up and straightened her body, doing a perfect handstand for a half-second, before she dropped down and tried to hammer her knees into his chest again. She’d found a nice target, wouldn’t hurt to keep going after it.

Well, it wouldn't hurt her.

Domino finds himself pressed flat to his back again, manipulated by a girl who's maybe, maybe just breaking 100lbs. But until he gets air flowing again, it's a challenge getting his muscles to really want to cooperate. So the teen, dazed, watches her pull into a handstand over his body. But it ends before he has time to even wrap his head around what she's up to, bringing those knees to impact his hard chest again. "HNF!" He cringes into her, legs spasming out behind her, and arms flailing against her briefly before falling limp beneath her, but for a steady, persistent, but ragged breathing beneath her legs. Eyes screwed shut, his hands find her outer thighs and his fingers dig into the skin a little. Had he the strength at the moment, he'd likely be throwing her aside. But in this moment, this is all the protest he can muster.

The crowd winced in sympathy as Kozue came down on Domino’s chest, and rightly so - it sucked. It sounded like it sucked. Kozue could see the replay on the big screen, and it looked like it sucked. She almost felt a little bad about nearly caving his chest in, but at least she was winning. Things were finally feeling firmly in hand.

”Almost done, big man.” She rolled off his chest and grabbed Domino’s hair, getting a tight hold on those lustrous black hairs that Julia no doubt loved to caress. Kozue stood up and tried to yank him up along with her, forcing him to get to his kenes. ”Just gonna kick your ass a little bit more, then we can all go home.”

Obsidian locks grabbed, hairstyle mussed(!), Domino feels himself rolled over and pulled onto his knees. This match seemed to be going in his favor earlier. The heck happened? He was working her over, was pretty sure he was wearing her down, and now this? He's having a hard enough time just keeping track of her and trying to read what she's about to do! And now that he's mostly occupied with refilling his lungs with oh-so-precious oxygen, he can't work up a worthwhile defense.

Perched on his knees, those big, dark amethyst eyes affix to Kozue before him. "Nnh.." His hands have moved from her legs to her wrists in an effort to pull her off of his hair. If he can get that much control back, it'll at least be a start. Everything won't be on her terms.

Kozue was only able to get Domino up to his knees before he started to resist, trying to make her pull away. That was fine, actually. In fact, she hadn’t planned on getting him any higher than that, so she gladly released him. He was at just the right height for what she had in mind, after all.

”Count ‘em off!” Kozue stepped back, raised her leg, and lashed out with a savage roundhouse kick to Domino’s chest, smacking the same spot she’d stomped a moment ago with her hardened shin. She reeled back after the first impact and tried to follow up with another one right after, doubling up on the damage. Her legs were still hurting from the stretch and she winced with the effort, but she had enough energy left to pull through.

Count'em off?

Domino was starting to mount his comeback when her shout puts him back on the mental defensive. By now, he's come to expect something flashy from her - especially if it's going to come in a series. But he barely manages to move his biceps inwards when her boot hammers across his toned chest!

"HFF!"

The teen lurches forward, eyes bulging out. He catches himself on the mat with one hand, and winds up blasted again for his trouble. The impact reverses his direction, slamming his down onto his back again. "Aagh..," comes out in a wheezy croak as he lies before her. One knee perches, steepled in the air, while the other leg splays to the side, one arm defensively crossing his chest to keep her from further abusing him while he desperately sucks in replacement air.

And down went Domino, like a sack of extremely sexy bricks. Kozue pouted, faking some disappointment. ”Aw. No count off, I guess.”

She started to move in on him again, looking to stomp him a few times, when she actually got a much better idea. There he was, laying on the floor with that hardened chest of his, looking rock solid. Was it as solid as it appeared? One way to find out.

Kozue hopped up and brought both of her heels down on his chest, going for a double stomp. She didn’t weigh all that much, so it probably wouldn’t be all that damaging, but it was still bound to make a mark.

The referee tilts her curly head at Kozue. She was serious about the count? Is she being trolled? Is she supposed to be counting hits? The handbook didn't say anything about keeping score! They told her there shouldn't be any confusion in this match, it'd be the perfect one for her to get her feet wet! Wait, everyone's already moved on.

Domino's chest proves to be as solid as it appears; what you see is what you get, evidently. But the weight of a ninja-girl, regardless of how petite, is enough to cause a jerk in his body and wheeze, her boots digging into his smooth skin. He immediately tries to twist over onto his side, eyes wide with one arm crossing his pecs. If that should throw her off, all the better! He needs an opening!