Domino vs. Carmen Rodriguez

Tagged on the face again with a little jab, Domino takes a step back. Those shots to the face have gotten annoying. She's playing games with him, he sees. And her little gesture earns a flat look from him. Yes, he gets what she's trying to say.

"This ain't boxing!," he shouts at her, deliberately loud enough for the audience to hear. "These people came to see a wrestling match! Quit running away, y'coward!"

It's assuredly a taunt, and one he doesn't feel at all bad about giving. He complimented her and was told to kiss her ass? Screw this chick's ego, and screw playing to her boxing jive. This is a wrestling federation! It looks to Domino like she joined thinking she could box her way to the top with a few grappling techniques. It ain't gonna fly, and he's going to make sure she understands that. That she has some respect for the new ring she's stepped into.

But he also expects retaliation for that. So while his stance has reset, he's waiting for her to close in again, ready to suddenly take the last step for her and bypass her guard. In short order, his knee drives up to work that midsection of hers with a few blows in those tight quarters. If she closes with him, that is.

Oh, hit a nerve.

Carmen rolls her eyes at his taunt - not bad, as smack talking goes, but she'd heard worse. 6 out of 10, at best. If a little trash talk was enough to get her riled up, her brother would be able to beat her. He couldn't.

She moves in again and get close, looking for a few good hits - what she finds is a knee to her stomach as he retaliates, returning the gesture with knees to her stomach. She grunts with the first two that hit, bending forward, but the third time is not the charm - she hooked her arms under his leg, jerks back, and gives him some heave with a lot of ho, lifting him up as she fall backwards to toss him into the ropes.

Though it didn't cause her to go red-eyed, Domino's still satisfied! Hell, it's something for the audience to bite into, at that!

And whatever the case may be, she closes in and prepares a punch, only for his knee to hammer into her gut. Then a second. Perhaps he was a little greedy with the third, as Domino's muscular thigh is caught. His hands immediately set to her shoulders to better balance himself, the two standing close enough that his heated breath laps against her face. He then finds himself hefted up and over, hitting the ropes with his chest and arms, grappling onto it to keep from springing backwards.

"Nnf!"

He twists around, his upper arms weaving with the top rope to keep himself balanced, the rope strained against his back. Though a little disoriented, he tries to match his focus onto her quickly, expecting her to try to capitalize on his position. Though his balance is a bit off and may cost him his aim, he prepares to throw a rope-assisted dropkick for her face. He usually tries to spare his opponent's face as a point of courtesy, but this feels like fair retaliation for all those shots she's taken at his face!

Not exactly a bodybuilder like Army, lifting Domino's 160 lbs frame up takes a considerable bit of effort - but it's totally worth it, as he comes down hard on the ropes, flopping around like a fish out of water. He'd managed to grab the rope to stave off some damage, though - he had good reflexes. Would have made a decent middleweight, if he had a little training to back him up.

Rolling to her feet, she moved in, looking to take some advantage, only to find herself on the receiving end of a dropkick - she managed to jerk back and take it on her shoulder instead of the face, but whether that was the better move was arguable; he hit right on her sore arm, reigniting the pain. She hissed, taking a step back, and decided it was time to remind him that she had feet, too.

She started come back in, tightening her fists like she was about go for a heavy blow - when, in truth, the real action was down below, and that was another reason she'd opted for the closed stance: It made kicking much easier. She'll step in and lash out, not with a punch, but a sidekick aimed straight for his midregion, looking to hammer those ribs she started working on earlier.

Boots slam into body, and that's as much as Domino could ask for at the moment. But seeing that he sunk the hit into that hurt arm was a nice little bonus. But dropkicks usually end with someone landing on their back - almost certainly the attacker. Though with his arms coiled in the ropes, he manages just an awkward dip against the lower and middle ropes before springing back to his feet.

The teen winds his arms free and lifts his guard when he sees those fists coming into play again. Only it turns out to be a feint on her end, this time! Her boot plants into his lean abdominals, forcing him to double over. "Huff!" His hands grab for her shoulders to keep in close quarters with her, teeth grit and head lowered near her chest.

If he's worried about her getting away, he needn't. She's right where she wants to be.

With his hands around her shoulders, he's not protecting his midsection, and that's prime real estate. She reaches up and presses down on his back, holding down while she tries to nail him with two uppercuts to the ribs, targeting that spot again for maximum damage. She'll follow up with a hammer blow to his back. right on the spine - not the most graceful of attacks, but they'd moved past the dancing stage of the match, if they were ever about it. Now it was all about the pain.

Up close and personal generally works well for Domino. But this isn't. Her fist hammers into his ribs, forcing his body to jerk with each strike. But with her hand against his back, he can't recoil out of it. He has to turn this around and fast, otherwise one of his favorite tactics is going to be turned against him.

In that brief moment of respite as she prepares to drop the hammer against his spine, Domino shoves to the side and makes a grab for the arm that was used to push him down. If he can get ahold of it, he'll try to snap it in behind her back, his other arm attempting to hook her neck from behind, to tuck her face behind his back. With a quick hop, his legs will hook around her hips and his upper-body jerks back to try and drop them both to the mat - her head landing first.

That isn't even the worst of it. If they land on the mat, the boxer will find herself in a dragon sleeper. With her arm restrained behind her back, clenched tight between his toned midsection and her spine, his other arm pulls back to force her spine into a tight arch, head tilted as far from her free hand as possible to avoid any fruitful punches.

Those punches were downright juicy - there was just something about a bare punch that was delcious. She could almost feel those ribs starting to give - few more well placed jabs and he'd be tapping without a hold.

She went for the coup de grace and then he strikes, bringing her down and down hard - but he doesn't stop there. No, he puts her in a sleeperhold - she'd seen it before, couldn't remember the name. But it's damned effective - she couldn't see a thing, and she only has one arm to spare; she swings at him with her spare a few times, but hits nothing, striking blind.

After struggling for a moment she ceases and starts to raise her hand, moaning with pain, looking like she's going to tap...but she has one idea left, and she banks on him focus on her hand and nothing else - hoping he forgot that she had two more limbs to work with.

She jerked her legs up, opened them wide and closed them, trying to catch him in a scissorhold with her thighs and bring him down on his head. Slim chance, but worth it.

Domino's body is going to be sore a while after this match, regardless of what happens now, it's true. He'll be lucky if he doesn't bruise. It's partly why Domino's hoping to sap the girl's strength out of her here and now. The other part? She's a downright formidable girl, despite calling her a coward earlier. She hits hard and has some squirrely maneuvers under her belt. So while he hasn't put her out with a finisher yet, he'd take it if she tapped out to this hold.

As her hand raises, Domino narrows his eyes on it, waiting anxiously to see what she does. His bicep tenses under her chin, forcing her head to tilt back further and put more strain along her neck and spine, grinding the top of her head against the mat. His hand grips her captured arm a little tighter, his legs biting into her hips. His hips press harder just above her rear, the heel of his left foot set between her legs. And it's those legs anchoring her hips down to the mat that prevents her from getting anywhere near his head behind her.

With mixed wrestling, body contact is to be expected, and there's plenty of it to be found in this lock. Moreover, the woman's body is left arched at a tight angle, particularly pushing her toned midsection out on display. Every little twist and struggle the makes causes their bodies to writhe a little more together, a fact not lost on the thrilled audience.

Fuck!

She'd given it a good try, but that was all she had to give - no mas. Part of her wanted to fight to the bitter end, but she knew better - he'd given her a good match, she'd done her best and come up wanting. No shame. She'd learned fromthis, spotted some target areas, and she would improve. The next time they fought- and that was going to happen - she'd HSBC some surprises.

With a low grown, she tapped out, smacking the mat.