Mindy Priest vs. Domino

Her abs have to have zero resistance by this point. Domino's sure of it. He's just clenching her gut, finger digging in hard to her bellybutton. Her skin's slipperiness makes it a little harder to hold onto her flesh at this point, but he's trying - struggling even, to wrench that submission out of her.

"Come on, come on, COME ON!," shouts Domino. How is she lasting through this!? Any other girl would've tapped by now! The blonde has to be in misery! And she's only making it worse on herself!

She starts to sound off. Those amethyst eyes widening, breath catching in his throat. But suddenly, she pulls forward, forcing them to take another hobbling step! He sees her free arm reaching for the rope, and the teen arches his back inwards to try to add more pressure into the hold, fingers dragging and gripping harder into her tanned belly. He can't let her get away! Though every moment, they inch closer, he can't give up! He can't let her go! He has to force a submission out of her!

Mindy had never been in a torment quite like this. With her pain tolerance draining away by the second, the only thing that kept her moving was her desire to win. Oh, it hurt so much, but she couldn't lose again, not like this! Her hastened movement only made the abdominal stretch even rougher for her, as it made her muscles feel like they would snap under the pressure. Simply breathing was already a challenge at this point. She clenched her teeth and fought back the screams in her throat, fearing that she would blurt out in submission the moment she opened her mouth.

She took one step, another, and a third... her reaching arm was reined in as Domino arched backwards, pulling her abs even tauter, but she struggled and hobbled forward just once more...

Mindy's gloved hand finally clutched the top rope, after she had crawled nearly the entire length of the ring. The crowd exploded in exhilaration. "Domino, rope break!" The referee motioned to the man to let the rookie go; meanwhile, Mindy hung to the rope like a wooden plank in the middle of the sea, taking sharp pained breaths while his fingers remained on her belly.

Each step spurs Domino to try to twist her a little harder, though that growing fear of doing real, lasting damage is coming to bear in his mind. He meant it when he said he didn't want to hurt her. So he's starting to feel conflicted. If he pours it on too much more, there could be a hospital stay in store for the blonde.

In a weird way, when he hears the referee's shout, he feels relieved. It isn't the satisfaction he would've felt if she'd submitted, and he's reluctant to let her go, but he is glad the chance of something getting dislodged is now gone. Besides that, there can't be much left in the proverbial tank. She's bound to be ready to be pinned. And that would ultimately be a less humiliating way for the match to end for her.

He withdraws from her back, detangling from the girl and releasing her stomach. But Domino isn't about to give her time enough to recuperate. He wants this win. He needs the momentum. He draws an arm back and swings it inwards, aiming to slam his forearm hard across her lower back.

After what seemed like a whole hour of pain trapped in the abdominal stretch, Mindy finally felt Domino let go of her arm, unhook her leg and move away from her. She had expected that breaking free would be a great relief for her, but the model's fingers were so deep into her belly that removing them sent a final jolt of pain through her already extremely sore muscles. "Ngah..." She panted, still clutching the top rope as one hand rested lightly on her abs. Domino's clawing had left five red spots that ached and were sensitive to the touch, and her shoulder socket hurt a lot, but apart from that she was fine. At last, the torment was over.

...no, it was far from over! While Mindy tried to recover her strength, she felt something slam against her back, driving her into the ropes. With a grunt, she turned around as quickly as she could to face her opponent, hanging her arms around the top ropes. If he was still near, she would lift one boot and try to plant it against his chest, not so much kicking as just shoving him away (taking care to not let him grab it this time). She needed some space. Well, she needed a lot of things - water, rest, some ointment - but space was the easiest one to get right now.

Domino's best chance to end this match favorably was to keep that pressure on. So the answer to the question concerning whether or not he was still there is a resounding yes. That boot plants to his chest and shoves him back by several staggering steps. There, he pauses to examine her, a hand raised to wipe sweat from his brow. His bangs, naturally hanging to frame his face, occasionally drip with perspiration.

The teen realizes a direct attack may not work - he'll have to outfox her. And with a quick analysis of where she is, he decides to devote a considerable amount of his remaining energy into an attack she hopefully won't see coming. Domino backs up further, pressing into the ropes before launching forward again. It might seem like a direct assault, but just before he reaches range of those long, athletic legs, the model weaves just to her left. He grabs for the top and middle ropes, swinging his lower body between the ropes and ultimately, if all goes well, slam both knees against the girl's back with a 619!

Mindy inhaled deeply, trying to still her breathing rate. Now that she was free, she was feeling part of her strength coming back; not all of it, but enough to continue fighting. Now that she had some space to recover, she reluctantly let go of the ropes, standing just on her own two feet. Seeing Domino back away to the opposite set of ropes, she settled into a fighting stance, hoping she would be prepared for whatever move he was planning next.

Her eyes widened when Domino then started running straight towards her! She just couldn't afford to get hit any more. Had she been at full strength, she would have gladly gone forward and taken him head on, but in her current state avoiding him was all that mattered. When he got close, she ducked and rolled to the side - and, although she had no idea it was a feint, she just happened to dodge to her right, thus avoiding his acrobatic kick. She landed on her knee and turned her head to look at him, just then realizing what kind of move he had tried to pull off.

A lack of contact forces Domino's legs to swing wide! While he makes it back into the ring proper, his footing is compromised. The model staggers and drops to a knee. That energy, wasted! That was really unfortunate. He pushes himself back up to his feet, turning to face the blonde, hands raising defensively, if a little sluggish and off-balance.

Mindy watched in surprise as Domino spun around in mid-air, flew back into the ring and fell to his knee. At first, she was a bit flabbergasted by the flashy and innacurate attack - she was a complete zero when it came to high-flying - but then she realized what was going on. He had botched his move! This was sure to leave him off-guard; it was possibly the only chance she had to take the match back into her hands.

"HaaaAAH!" With a war cry to raise her spirits, Mindy lunged forward as Domino got to his feet. Showing no subtlety at all, she would go for a straight shoulder tackle to his gut or chest. If the hit connected, she would then try to put her arms around him, pick him up and keep running, hopefully driving his back into the ropes or turnbuckle behind him.

The warcry clues Domino into what's happening. But he can't find his balance in time to counter it! His arms lash out towards her waist, but her shoulder plows into his tight abdominals.

"HUNF!"

He finds himself hoisted up a little and rushed back until he slams against the turnbuckle, the impact shuddering the ring! The young model recoils, arms going askew to drape over the top ropes. His body is reeling, that blow taking the wind out of him as he slouches in his corner. Those amethyst eyes lock to hers, a fire in them, defiant... but fatigued, dazed. He wants to take the fight back to her, but he can't work his muscles yet. They're just not with it!

Mindy hauled Domino off his feet and kept rushing forward, only stopping when forced to by virtue of his body hitting the hard turnbuckle. She panted, wondering why such a simple move had taken so much from her. She was very used to tackling, but in its battered state her body was having more trouble than usual handling her big explosions of energy. She was putting a lot on the line with this kind of aggressiveness, with the risk of ending completely drained out if her attacks fell short.

But it was the only chance she had of winning. If she took things slowly, Domino would just move faster than her and overpower her again... taking her shoulder off his gut and looking into his eyes, the muscle girl would put one arm around his shoulders and another between his legs. Pooling most of her strength into her arms and back, she pulled him away from the corner. If he didn't stop her, she would try to scoop him up, turn his body upside-down and throw him down onto the mat with a textbook body slam!