Domino Vs Hiroko Uta

Hiroko, still reeling from the devastating powerbomb, tried to get her head back into the match. The blinding lights above the arena became obscured by Domino looming over her and then he was on top of her. Her heart raced: she had been pinned before, but not like this. His powerful, muscular body pressed against hers, pushing and rubbing against each other in all sorts of interesting places. She could feel herself blushing, her breathing becoming heavy. Part of her wanted to stay pinned like that forever.

"Two!"

The shout of the referee brought her back to her senses. Domino's sensual pin had distracted her almost to the point that she had lost the match! She was still weakened from her opponents overwhelming offense, but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Digging deep and tapping into her fighting spirit, she tried summon the strength to heave against Domino and try and break the pin!

Domino expected her to be done. And once that bell rang, he'd help her to her feet and allow himself to relax again; to prove this wasn't anything personal, or that he's not some overbearing jerk. When the two-count sounds off, he lets his gaze lid over, waiting, feeling her heart beating against his chest, her body shifting as she just breathes under him...

...and she suddenly twists, pushing into him and breaking the pin! The eyes snap back open and his head lifts to look down at her in shock. That's the second time she's gotten that look from him! And though he goes quickly back to that look of icy determination, he's secretly happy with her. He knows he's been beating her like a jungle drum. To still want to fight after that says something of her.

"Come on."

He releases her from the pin, but loops his arms around her waist as he rises to his feet, hoping to haul her up as well. The body contact between them isn't about to end, not by a longshot. Once she's standing before him, the arms around her waist suddenly grip, cinching her into a bearhug and lining her body up against his to look her in the eye and close enough to feel his warm breath against her lips. His arms steadily clamp tighter and tighter around her lower back, grinding her abdominals into his own sleek six-packed abs.

Hiroko took a little bit of satisfaction from the look of shock on Domino's face. She hadn't been faring so well so far but she was determined to not make things easy for her powerful opponent. The look of shook was soon replaced by a piercing, icy glare and Hiroko was hauled back up to her feet. He tried to push Domino away only for her body to spasm in pain as his arms began to coil around her waist like two muscular pythons and lock her into a crushing bearhug!

"Hngh! Urgh... No..." Hiroko whimpered as Domino began squeeze the life out of her. She blushed at the closeness of their bodies, Domino's face just inches away from her own, that intense, steely gaze leaving her unable to meet his eyes with her own. Every time she tried to writhe and squirm against him, their bodies ground against one another. The feeling of her chest and her hips rubbing against Domino's was enough to make her feel very flustered indeed. It still didn't detract effectiveness of the hold, however. In fact it probably enhanced it. She tried to push at Domino's arms, but even as she did so, he was sapping her strength and draining her of her resolve.

Domino continues pouring on the pressure, relieving the strain only in brief moments just to double up the force the next moment. No space is left between their bodies, and every little move and squirm she makes is enhanced. The more she grinds into him, the more aware he is of the reaction it's causing. His back arches, pressing his hard abs tighter into her belly, which forces his hips to grind into hers a little more.

As she ducks his gaze, he gives her a little shake, jostling her around in his grip and trying to force her to look him in the eye. The audience is screaming for domination, and he knows that eye contact is a powerful message. The sort that says she's his; he could do whatever he wants to her. Not that he would ever abuse someone, but the image would be there, and that's what the audience is eating up. It's savage.

Between the two of them, his labored breaths beat against her face, his heart racing against her breast. His biceps tense, pressing her body tighter to his. He wants her weak and pliable. If she taps out, that's fine. But he'd rather she held on. The referee continues to linger, ready to conduct the arm-drop test if it appears Hiroko falls unconscious.

Hiroko was fading fast. It wasn't just a simple bearhug from Domino, he'd ease up the pressure and allow her to catch her breath only to squeeze it out of her within moments. She'd never felt so drained, it was like she'd run a marathon through the desert. The close contact and her arousal did nothing to help matters either and soon she burning up, her body flushed and shimmering from a sheen of sweat. She was being utterly and completely crushed, her softened body grinding against Domino's rock hard form.

She gave a low grunt as he jostled her and she found herself staring into his eyes. His glare was withering, silently eroding her will to resist submission. She wanted to return it with a powerful gaze of her own, but she too weakened, too dominated to do so. Her gaze seemed dazed and hopeless. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned as Domino's powerful arms constricted her even more tightly. Her body tensed for a few moments, her hands resting on his shoulders like she was about to push him off her before she let out a sigh and became limp in his arms. The ref girl came over and raised Hiroko's arm to check to see if she was conscious. It flopped down weakly to her side.

There it is, that eye contact that lets Domino see the resistance and determination slowly ebb. But there's a certain thrill in so completely conquering someone - both mentally and physically. Thanks to this proximity, he can feel the... effects this hold is having on her. And he's not exactly able to ignore the situation, himself. But he's making a valiant effort to remain focused. He lost a match once that way...

With a seizing grip, the girl suddenly slouches. He keeps her held, letting her hang helplessly in his arms, with either her body leaned almost snuggly into his, or with her chest pushed out for everyone's viewing pleasure. Either way, the young grappler doesn't relent. At least not yet. "Don't fall asleep on me, now...," he teases, voice low and strained through the pressure he's applying against her.

The referee takes Hiroko's wrist again and lifts it before letting go. Second attempt.

It was only when the referee raised Hiroko's hand a third time that, surprisingly, she kept it high in the air. She stirred against Domino's chest where she had been slumped against, her cheek against his collarbone. Wincing, her cheeks flushed, she began to writhe in her foe's merciless grasp and tugging at his arms but truthfully, her struggles were only to show the referee that she was still conscious. She was in a truly pitiful state: Domino's grueling bearhug had taken it's toll on her leaving totally enfeebled, little more than putty is his arms. Each jostle, each squeeze, each shake commanded her body effortlessly. She was completely at his mercy.

The best Hiroko could hope for was to weather the storm and endure. Hopefully, if she did it long enough maybe Domino would get cocky and leave himself open for a sneaky roll-up. It didn't seem likely, but it was the only chance of victory she had. Unfortunately, she thought she might not even make it that far. She was still trapped in her opponents brutal clutches and Domino was trying his absolute hardest to wring the life from her exhausted body. She let out a low groan of exertion as she strained against his grip, arching her back and pushing against his chest with what little strength she had left, trying to force some space between their two bodies to ease the crushing pressure she was being subjected to.

The audience draws a collective breath as Hiroko's arm remains in the air. She looked finished, all slumped and limp against Domino's toned frame. But her opponent doesn't relent for a while. With a smirk, he turns aside and draws her away from the referee, denying her another shot at a merciful end to the match. When she arches, Domino's arms clamp tighter around her waist, grinding her belly to his sleek abs.

This lasts only a couple seconds before the arms suddenly disengage, letting the girl fall of her own volition.

"Knew you weren't out just yet!"

Hiroko wailed as Domino gave her one final squeeze, her abs caving in to the crushing pressure of the bearhug. She was almost faded again before Domino released her from the hold and dumped her unceremoniously onto the ground. She savoured the brief respite Domino offered her, taking some deep breaths to get back some of the air that Domino had squeezed out of her. Groaning, she tried to sit up only to find she'd be left weak as a kitten by her opponent's brutal submission. She rolled over on to her front and shakily got on to her hands and knees. She at least  wanted to be on her feet so she could look a little less pathetic in the eyes of the fans and her foe so she crawled closer to Domino and began to scale his body, using his muscular form to support her as she tried to get upright.

She tugged slightly on his trunks until she could rest her head on his thigh. Then grabbing onto his torso, she pulled herself up until she could rest her head on his shoulder before enveloping him and pinning his arms to his side in a tight embrace. She was far too weak to apply a bearhug of her own, even at her best, but she at least wanted to restrain him, however briefly, to give herself a bit more time to rest before he continued his assault.

Domino may normally have resumed pounding the fair-haired girl by the time she's on hands and knees. But she looks wiped out. She's slow, seems unfocused, and everything about her seems to just be screaming to be put out of her misery. Despite it all, she's still trying to get up.

'Dang, girl.'

She tugs on his trunks to begin her ascent, but fortunately not too hard. Domino's streak of no nudity in the ring remains strong! But he props his hands to his hips, stance squaring with her in a curious mixture of patience and befuddlement, allowing her to paw over him as necessary. At last, she clamps her arms around him, holding his arms to his sides. He suspects he could power out of her grip easily, but he stays there for the moment.

A look is cast to the left, then the right, as if asking the audience what they want. It's not even necessary: they want the girl beaten up.

Those dark purple eyes land on Hiroko's once more. "Now what?," he challenges, head canting close enough that his brow nearly bumps hers.