Domino vs. Vicki Arika

Domino keeps close tabs on the girl as she starts to lift again. He goes so far as to attempt catching her head under his left arm, his right hand grabbing for her left arm to drape it behind his neck. From there, he'll 'help' her to her feet.

"Promise ya, Vicki, you're never gonna run into another man like me!," he muses right along with her.

If he has enough time once they're standing, Domino fires off a knee towards the girl's stomach to keep her weakened and cooperative.

"Funny you should say that," said Vicki weakly as she was forced to stand while feeling Domino's arms pulling her head and arm. Her head was still a little dazed after her opponent slammed her upper body down on the mat, but even with her blurry mind, she knew that she couldn't let Domino beat her up so easily. As soon as they were standing, Vicki would try to beat him from attacking and give him a kick straight into his stomach.

Of course, with Domino still holding her, she might fall with him, but she HAD to take that risk.

"And why's that? Lemme guess, something you hear all the time?"

A thrusting kick is definitely not something Domino was anticipating in these close quarters. Her bare foot thumps against his sleek abdominals just as he was raising his knee to drive into her midsection, earning a, "Hnf!" His arms cinch on her neck in reaction to the hit as he falls. A little hitch in the situation? With her head locked under his arm, she's likely turned whatever he intended to do to her into a DDT, causing her head to crash against the mat behind him. But if it's any consolation, she'll land flat atop the teen with a grunt.

"Well, only sometimes from a few men," said Vicki as she successfully kicked her opponent in the stomach. But then, she had to brace herself as Domino wrapped his arm around her head to bring her down for a DDT. "NNGH!!" she would grunt as her head hit the mat quite hard, but she would try to be on top of him. Although she was in pain, she just wanted to keep Domino down for a little more. "Heheh, not afraid to get rough on a girl eh?"

Domino lands flat on his back with sore abs, and Vicki lands atop him for his trouble. The teen exhales an airy little groan, but lets her stay in her perch for the moment, going so far as to let her slip out from under his arm. It's a small respite from the exchange - not that he was wearing out, but having a little fun in the ring couldn't hurt with her. She seemed nice enough, right?

His left arm loops her waist, the right hand set to her thigh. "Not even a little, doll. Enjoyin' the position?," he muses, offering up a boyishly coy smile.

Recognizing the situation, the referee drops down beside the pair to slap the mat.

"One!"

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I get rough on a boy." said Vicki as she tried to keep her pin down on the boy as best as she could. She has to admit that being this close to Domino was becoming a little heated, but she didn't want to let that get in the way. Soon the ref came in to start the 3-count and "Two!" was counted out.

If Vicki can pin this guy long enough, she might win. But if Domino breaks the pin, she'll be in trouble.

Domino's abs and arm are both sore from the match, but he's far from out. So when the two-count sounds off, the spunky teen pulls his shoulder up off the mat to break the cycle. He remains under her for a moment, however. Just long enough to whisper, "Nope. But I plan on being on top."

Hips suddenly buck to the side, lean body twisting in an effort to roll them over. If he can get atop her, he'll grab for her wrists to pin above her head, lying flat atop her body. Chest presses to breasts, abs to abs, and hips to hips. His face hovers close enough to hers for each warm, heavy breath to lick over her lips.

"Woah!" Vicki yelped as she felt Domino roll them over. She would grunt when she was flat on her back with her opponent on top. She would feel his body weighing down on her body pretty well since he was heavier. As Domino was breathing on her, Vicki would feel that moisten her lips and she took a little taste of it. She then giggled as she said, "Hmm, I wonder how long you've been eating that."

She would try to move so she can get him off.

Domino... doesn't get it. Not at first, anyway. But after the bikini'd referee girl pounds out a fresh, "ONE!," count, his eyes widen in realization. Snickering soon follows. Before the two-count lands, Vicki's pulling enough to lift a shoulder and break the pin. Domino slides off her body and rolls to the side, ending in a crouch. "Alright, you. You're kind'a cute. Aaalmost makes me feel guilty for what I'm gonna do to ya. Almost!"

He lifts to his full height and rolls his shoulders back, working out a couple kinks in his joints. By this point, his sleekly trim body is starting to glisten under the overhead lights with a thin sheen of sweat. He starts to circle with her, amethyst eyes locked onto the smaller girl's frame, taking her in like a jungle cat ready to pounce.

Vicki would smirk as she rolled onto her stomach and slowly stood up after breaking that pin. "Really now? And what would you do that would make you feel guilty?" Her eyes focused on Domino as he was relaxing himself before starting to circle around her. She would follow him and searches for a good opening to strike.