Bree vs Domino

Bree can feel this man getting on top of her back and trying to pull his next move on her in which she really doesnt want to be in, growling in her cute angry tone, she was able to send her elbow backward to smack him in the stomach and getting him off her back, she can finally take a breather and panting as shes getting up on all fours, slowly turning around to see him so she could get a good view of the area where he is, with her yellow cat eyes, she showing her angry face at him while hugging her body and rubbing her back. "Grrrrr......!" hissing in disapproval.

"Fuck you!" She respond, snapping at him when he asked her, while shes recovering and the same for him, she'll spend her time to recover while he did the same, who knows who will go first but either way, she isnt gonna let him touch her not one bit or else he'll get a face full of scratches if he irritate the mad feline. She decided to get up onto her feet once her body feeling little better, slowly she would circle around him with her hands, or claws out to be exact, looking for any opening she can find. "NGrrrrrrr...."

Domino lifts to his boots with a low whistle. "Such language. Y'might think I've actually gotten under your skin," he drawls. Despite the back and forth, the young model is wearing a playful, boyish grin. He's feeling much more confident in the flow of the match, even with his abs a bit extra sore after that last hit. If he can keep the pressure on her, he's sure he can take her down.

He circles with her carefully, dark purple eyes locked with her yellows, sizing her up, looking for an opening. But she appears to be doing the same with him. The last time they were in a similar position, she managed to keep herself safe. So he'll have to try a bit extra hard to take her by surprise. Domino takes a slow, heavy breath to focus his mind, his exposed upper-body rising and falling once.

And suddenly, he's dashing in towards her, as if to lock up with her. Only it's a complete feint. He swerves to the left to position himself at her side and drive his knee upwards, hoping to slam it into her stomach.

Bree not liking this guy at all, he kind of obnoxious to her and she just couldnt wait to punish him so badly that he would piss his pants, or shorts or whatever. She slowly recovering and finally thinking its good to go but still her body pretty sore from being in one submission into another, glaring at him until both of them start circling around at each other, she looks on until she sees him coming, in instinct she quickly raise her hands up to lock hold with him but instead she took a surprise hit to the stomach. "Ouf!" Instantly double her over as she slowly back off away from him as she can. "GRRRRR!"

Domino's smile spreads when the tactic pays off. He doesn't say anything this time - his head is in the game. He has to make the most of this opening he possibly can. Though she moves back, he moves forward quickly to press the attack. He can't afford to let up now, let her recover. His arms reach to grab her around the waist and to haul her into the air, chest and biceps flexed as he hoists. In the end, the feline may find herself hugged against his body, chest to abs, his face to her hips, her head at his in a belly-to-belly piledriver position.

With his arms locked around her waist, squeezing her slender body tight into athletic frame, Domino will hop into the air and hook his thighs around her neck to perform a quick flip and drive the top of her head against the mat for a Total Eclipse.

Bree couldnt believe herself getting caught by his knee like that, she feels like a fool to take his surprise attack and can tell she gonna suffer something big next when Domino coming up at her and getting his arms around the waist, she cat calling in a scream when shes flipping upside down in his arms as she wiggling around in his hold. "NYAHHHH!"

She screams and using her legs to try getting around his head while shifting her body side by side, hopefully its enough since she fears the worst, using her momentum to try getting him losing his balance so that her legs could pull him forward and since her legs locking in tightly, would get him to fall down head first to the mat hard, unless he was able to put her in his hold well enough that ended up the feline head hitting the mat hard.

She wriggles and struggles, as most tend to when facing a punishing power move, and Domino smirks. That's panic, right there. That's someone who knows they're in serious trouble. And suspecting she's that worried is a great feeling. The writhing to either side isn't managing much from this position, on top of it all. So as he launches into the flip, he fully expects to end the match with a full-on Total Eclipse piledriver. With her thighs locking onto him, his face gets pressed into her hips, and she pulls the maneuver a bit further than he'd intended. But it's a far cry from a full additional 180. Instead, they land in a heap on the mat in what becomes a full-flip powerslam, his body crashing down overtop hers upside-down, with her landing on her back.

In the end, it's the more "merciful" rendition of the Total Eclipse. But will it be enough to put the catgirl down?

Bree desperately trying to escape his hold as she figures she'll be piledriven or something another, regardless its gonna hurt like fuck! She did manage to get her legs tightly around his head and hoping to flip him over and down on the mat to escape and getting him to let go of her, sadly like always, she fails everytime and now having him landing on top of her flatten down on the mat, she screams one last time before feeling out of it and laying there underneath him.

Domino lies there a second, letting his mind catch up with what just happened. She wasn't the first to try that maneuver. She won't be the last. And while it spared her the worst of it, it feels like she's finally taken enough of a beating for a pin attempt. But man, does she ever seem angry with him. He couldn't blame her, all things considered.

The teen flattens his body over her, panting heavily, muscles sore. His left arm hooks her left thigh to keep the leg in the air beside his cheek. His right hand sets over her right thigh to press it down. His legs spread outwards to keep himself balanced over her, and his back arches inwards to press tight along her chest and stomach. From there, Domino simply breathes over her, awaiting the three-count.

The referee girl drops beside them and lifts her hand. As it hits the mat, she shouts out, "One!"

Bree was unable to kick out after failed her escape and getting slammed on her back, she can barely do anything about it and hearing the referee counting down to the One, and not for long hearing the TWO, she still lay there getting pin down, unable to kick out by any means.

Domino breathes a little faster after the first count. Then faster still after the second. His eyes widen, smile spreading in excitement. "Come on, come on, stay down...," he quietly urges, his fingers gripping onto her thighs a little tighter. He rides out her body's mild movement, the rise and fall of her own breathing.

The referee's hand raises again. Then drops. "Three!" She lifts onto her knees and makes the hammering motion, signalling the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Domino's fingers curl a little tighter into her legs, not hard enough to be painful, but definitely indicative of his feelings. Awash in the thrill of victory, Domino shifts off of her body to rest on his knees, all but cradling her head in his lap. His head tips back and his arms lift in victory, basking in the roar of the audience. And that pose he holds for the moment, finally taking time to.. just breathe.

Winner: Domino via Pinfall