Mindy Priest vs. Domino

Finding no retaliation on the way up puts Domino heavily on the defensive. Something must be up. Most wrestlers would've tried to press the advantage! So when he reaches his feet and faces her again, the punch registers immediately. The teen tilts aside, letting her fist only graze his chest. The impact is firm, despite, which certain speaks to her physical strength. But thanks to that defensive measure, Domino doesn't miss a beat in retaliation!

Opting to test the toughness of her body in return, he launches a toe-kick aimed for the center of her abs, hoping to double her over.

Unfortunately for Mindy, her opponent was able to partly dodge her punch, so it didn't hit as hard as she hoped it would. Her fist, instead of crashing directly against his chest, merely bumped and rolled to the side of his ribcage. The muscular American wasn't very happy with that result, but then again she was no trained boxer, and she was used to have her haymakers miss every now and then. For her, the best solution to a failed punch was to send another punch - right after her first jab, she closed her other hand into a fist and reared her arm.

However, right before she could strike again, Domino attacked while she was off-balance, kicking her midsection. This stopped her punch mid-swing; a single kick wasn't enough to bruise her rock-hard abs, but it did drive the air out of her lungs, and she was forced to step back and double over for a moment, wincing.

That second punch goes all askew, and Domino is left unharmed and relieved. And the feeling of his boot sinking into her abs is rather satisfying. He knows that had to hurt. It wouldn't stop her, but it was a solid opening. One he could definitely exploit. When she bends over to wince, a rueful smile lights up his face.

The teen rushes forward and springs at Mindy, attempting to lock his arm around her head and drop back. If successful, he'll hopefully be dragging the blonde down to collide her head with the mat in a sharp DDT! Otherwise, he'll be landing in a seated position and be left quite open to a counter-attack.

This early in the match, a toe kick to the gut was only enough to stop Mindy for a few instants. Apparently, Domino was well aware of that, as he moved to perform his move right when she was unable to push him away. Her head was shoved the model's armpit, with her cheek forcefully pressed against his side. Realizing the danger of her position, the muscle girl struggled for a second, trying to pop her head out of the hold, but she wasn't able to do it in time; as a result, she was dragged to the ground by the weight of his body.

"OW!" With a loud THUD that rattled the ring, the top of her head was driven against the mat, and the rest of her body was flipped in an arc over her before falling down too. "Owww..." Mindy rolled to her side, clutching her head in pain and unable to get back up in her stunned state.

WHAM.

Domino grunts with the impact, but he knows Mindy has definitely had the short end of the stick. Domino takes a moment to assess the girl's condition, and is pleased to find he has a chance to really control the pace of the match now. If he can just cinch in this hold...

The teen turns onto his knees and sets his hands to her shoulder and ribs, tugging her down onto her front. He then swings a leg around to mount his hips over her firm rear. His hands reach for her arms to pull them back and secure them behind his knees, then attempts to lock his hands under her chin to begin forcing her body into a backwards bend. If successful, she's going to start feeling a sharp pain wracking along her spine and belly.

"You've got a lott'a spirit...," he murmurs while pulling the camel clutch tighter. "...and that's cool. But I've gotta hurt'cha a little bit." With a wry little smile, he adds, "You just let me know if it's too much, hotstuff."

Domino's surprise DDT had done a number on Mindy's skull. Still recovering from the powerful impact, she tried to bat away his arms, but she only succeeded in slowing him slightly; in the end, she was still forced onto her front, pinned by the man's butt, and finally handled into the dangerous position known as the camel clutch. With her legs flat against the mat, her arms trapped and her chest lifted off the ground, it was indeed difficult for her to find a way out, as most of her muscle power was negated.

Domino's first tug put a harsh bend on her neck and back, sending a jolt of pain through her body. She clenched her teeth. "H-hey, are you making fun of me?" She hated being trapped in a submission hold, but she disliked haughty taunts even more. Fighting against his hold, the blonde struggled, trying to free one arm from Domino's knees.

"Only a little!," laughs Domino, thoroughly enjoying the dominant position over his prey.

As she struggles, the dark-haired teen pulls more on her to force her body into a tighter angle. At this point, he's putting her on great display for the audience, drawing her abs taut off the mat. His hips dig in a little as he tries to bring her face to point up at the halogens overhead. Of course, that sharp an angle gives her arms more freedom to work lose of their restraints. So he's trading hold security for increased pain, hoping to wear her down quickly.

"Submitting to me isn't that bad!," he assures, voice raised for her to hear him over the increasing cheer of the audience. "I'm a force to be reckoned with! And you're gonna help me prove that! To! Everyone!" The last three words are individually punctuated with an added little tug on her chin.

Though he's putting real effort into wracking her body with pain, he is being very attentive. He's not here to injure anyone, especially someone like Mindy. So he's paying attention to any pops her spine might make, or if she starts to seem like she really can't take it and is just one of those extra stubborn type.

The crowd burst into loud shouts of encouragement as Domino locked his hold tighter, forcing Mindy's toned body to bend into an impressive L-shape and making her stare at the ceiling lights. Her body was stretched in full view, so the lucky bastards in the front row could even see her ab and chest muscles trembling as she did her best to endure the pressure of the camel clutch.

"Who's... submitting... ugh!" The muscle girl wasn't able to give an answer any longer than that. After all, it's hard to talk when you've got ten fingers clutching your chin. Every small pull and tug sent another jolt of pain down her spine, and currently she had no choice but to take them until she found a way out. She tried to keep herself calm and level-headed, despite the torturous pressure. Sure, she didn't hold a candle to most of the acrobats and contortionists in the federation, but her body was flexible enough to take on this much. For now.

Losing no time, Mindy kept trying to wriggle her arms out of place. Now that the angle of the hold was higher, her biceps weren't immobilized as effectively as before, so if she moved at just the right time she might be able to free one of them. If she succeeded, she would move her hand to Domino's fingers right away and pull, hopefully breaking apart the iron grip around her chin.

"Not you, not yet!," Domino calls back. "You're tougher than that, right?"

He sustains the pressure at this point, locked in position and keeping her body angled back on display for the whooping audience. He can feel every little shudder that runs through her as she endures the hold, each one encouraging him to hang on a little longer. His fingers lace together under her chin, biceps tensed in the hold. Though she's a little heavier than some girls, he's sure he could keep her supported like this all day. Especially if she goes slack on him. But that's not exactly something he's hoping for - not this early. He has to make a point here tonight, and he'd hate for his opponent to tap out.

Her arm suddenly works free! When the hand starts prying at his grasp, he completely opts out of the hold. It's hopefully served its purpose and weakened her. The moment he releases her chin, however, he shoves at the shoulders to attempt ramming her chest-first against the mat.

Domino dismounts her to rest on his knees, softly panting from the exchange.

After a lot of wriggling, Mindy got her arm free and went on to pry Domino's fingers apart. Much to her surprise, after just two seconds, the man let go of her chin completely, easing all of the hold's pressure at once. Such a relatively easy escape caught her off-guard, as she had been preparing to fight a lot more for it. However, she had no time to take a breath of relief, for right after releasing the camel clutch the young man clutched at her shoulders and shoved her down hard. Her big breasts were squashed against the mat, and the impact sent a final wave of pain through her torso.

Mindy grunted. Obviously, she didn't like this kind of treatment, but at least she was free. And besides, in a wrestling match, it was just to be expected that people would be rough on her. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead. Still enduring the soreness on her back, she propped herself up after Domino got off her, trying to get up before he could attack her again.