Cherise Campbell vs Dominic Tyson rematch (complete)

Dominic's eyes were still wide open, gazing right into Cherise's cleavage as she tighten the smooth and pressed his face against her bosom...He felt her leg wrap around him to draw his body in close, his waist sliding seductively against the insides of her thighs all the way until his member slid again up against her crotch, sandwiching it between the two of them.

Dominic gasped and spluttered, after only recently just escaping an embarrassing orgasm, he was back in the same situation again and all he could do was pant frantically. His hands came up around the back of her shoulders immediately, thinking about tapping out right then and there to her... Hesitating cause he thought it'd be even more humiliating to give into a hold like this, but he didn't think he could take much more...

Cherise held on as long as she could. But Dominic didn't seem to want to tap out. She had hoped that he would, since he had earlier. But maybe she simply took to long. She'd suddenly release him from the hold, collapsing back and turning herself so that he wouldn't still be resting his face upon her breasts. "I..I can't..." She had hoped to be able to overcome her embarassment. But it wasn't likely going to happen so quickly. Shutting her eyes, she'd just lay there, covering her breasts with her arms.

Just as Cherise was letting go Dominic hands started to rapidly tap out on Cherise's shoulder, submitting to the move although his hand only tapped twice before she let go feeling that she couldn't continue as they were going. Again Cherise had gotten Dominic to give in to her, Dominic left flustered, embarrassed and close to orgasm again... The ref girl moved forwards, trying to determine whether Dominic's submission was valid considering Cherise had let go pretty much at the same time as he tapped out

(ooc- I'll let you decide if the ref girl accepts the submission or wants them to keep going at it like an evil ref ;P )

Cherise had to have the worst luck in the world. Was that an evil little grin she saw on the ref's face? Perhaps she wouldn't let the match end until... she'd rather not think about it. Had the ref been told to do this? Or was she simply doing it on her own? Well it didn't matter. She would slowly pull herself to her feet, moving away from Dominic. They'd been going at it for what felt like forever. She could barely stand. Though he looked to be in no better shape. He'd tapped out twice. after all.

Cherise contemplated trying to talk to the ref, and get her to simply call the match a draw. But after what had just happened, she didn't think that was possible. She simply watched Dominic for now, letting him regain his strength. Meanwhile, she'd be trying to regain her composure. That, and think of a better way to end the match.

Dominic lay there on his back panting heavily as he moved his hand across his forehead with a faint groan. He definitely was in worst shape then Cherise.. His arousal was still sticking up and his body had beads of sweat on it, he seemed quite vulnerable and open to attack while Cherise regained some composure. After a little while he started to stir a little, roll onto one side as if thinking of a way to get back to his feet..

Cherise did think about whispering to Dominic that he try putting her into a hold and making her submit. After all, the ref hadn't counted any of the submissions from him so far. But to simply hand over a win... she just couldn't do it. Readying herself as he began to stir, she would move over to him, reaching down to roll him onto his front. Yet again, that wasn't likely a fun position for him to be in. But this time, rather than stimulate him more by pulling him into another smother, she instead crouched down, not putting too much weight on his back. She didn't want to crush his...arousal against the ground too badly after all. But she'd pull him into a camel clutch, one that was poorly held. She was thinking that, maybe if she got him out of his aroused state, he might be better able to think about the match.

Dominic was again rolled on to his front, let out a deep sounding grunt and puff of air from his mouth as his hard member was pressed down into the mat. Once again Dominic thought the match was over due to him tapping out a second time... But Cherise, who'd been all over him in the past few minutes, was setting his body up for another move.

"n-no.." He whined, squirming a little just as she pulled his head back for the camel clutch, feeling her butt sitting down on the small of his back lightly and forcing his hips to squash his member more against the mat, although she probably didn't know the move had that side effect. Dominic cheek flared even more red as he panted deeply in front of him, Cherise was really starting to own him in hold after after..

Cherise would loosen the hold, relieving him of a bit of the pain. She really hated hurting him this bad. Truth be told, she simply wanted to quit the match. But that wasn't an option. If she couldn't finish a match, then she would likely not have a future here. "S..sorry. Please don't hate me for this."

Cherise would wait a while, letting Dominic collect himself through the pain, before she'd start to slowly pull back into the hold, not going for anything too painful just yet. She hadn't even thought about his poor erection being smashed under him. But in truth, she HAD wanted to get him out of his aroused state. Unless he got off on getting his privates smashed, this would probably do just that.

The hold was certainly less erotic then previous holds to say the least, although his member was only faintly getting squashed and if she started tensing and untensing, might have him humping embarrassingly against the floor.

He could smell Cherise all over him as he panted a couple of times, Cherise's idea working in the sense that he was becoming a little more aware of things then before. But if she wanted to end this match quickly that might not be a good thing.

Dominic started to struggle, trying to unhook his armpits from her thighs so that the top half of his body would only be held up by her hands under his chin... Then with a grunt at the added pressure, he'd bring his hands to her wrists to try and ease the hold slowly

He had managed to free his arms up, but she'd clasp her hold tight, though not pulling back too hard. She just wanted to make sure he couldn't break it too easily. Yet she realized that she needed to switch holds. So after a few more moments of holding the clutch, she'd release him as she got to her feet.

Once on her feet, she'd reach down to start lifting him up off the mat, aiming to hold him beneath his arms so she could draw him to his feet. If she stands him up, she'd start pressing him back towards the corner. Yet she wasn't sure yet what she wanted to do. There were quite a few options. But not many she could think of to win the match.