Domino Vs Hiroko Uta

Hiroko was in a bad way. She was having a hard time thinking of any way the match could've started off worse. He body already burned from the punishment she'd received. Even worse, it was expertly applied with the intent to do lasting damage and weaken her for the rest of the match.

She managed to pull herself up to feet but she could already feel Domino's presence, looming behind her. He just wasn't letting up! Every time she though she'd caught a break, he was there, ready to tear into her some more. She tried to twist away from him but it was no use, he flung her toward the turnbuckle with savage ease! Unable to slow her momentum, she slammed into turnbuckle, the impact sending shockwaves through her entire body.

Her back, already taken some damage already, had taken the brunt of the impact. Hiroko slumped in the corner, sitting down with her arms resting on the ropes. Things were looking pretty bleak for her. And the crowd were loving it. The fans loved winners, of course but they seemed to have really turned against when she lost her match against Kyoko Akan. It added insult to injury and she finding it hard to keep up her resolve against the relentless offense of her opponent and the jeers from the crowd.

Seeing the girl take the hit and slump into the corner urges the audience to roar for more.

Domino has every bit of the momentum on his side, and he can feel it. He's going to use it, too. Following her into the corner, he grips onto the ropes and lifts a boot, only to stomp it down towards her battered stomach. Fortunately, she's forced to endure only one stomp. But once that boot plants into her gut, it twists and he leans back, grinding the heel into her belly to make it as agonizing as possible.

"Not wearing out on me, are you?," he asks, despite being fairly certain she isn't going to be able to answer while she has so much pressure on her stomach.

Hiroko hadn't the strength to pull herself up so she tried to catch whatever brief respite she could scavenge before Domino continued his assault. She raised her head to see him approach and she tried to brace herself for his next attack. His boot came heavily down on her stomach, the stomp putting even more pressure on her weakened abs. She managed to grit her teeth for the stomp, but she couldn't prevent a strained wail being forced out of her when he began to grind his heel into her belly!

The best she could manage was a pained glare in response to his taunting since it felt like her voice was being squished out of her by Domino's heel. She reached for her foe's foot and tried to grasp at it and push it away from her. She knew she probably wasn't strong enough to push Domino off her but at the very least she could try and stop him from twisting heel and maybe ease the pressure off her belly.

The glare she sends his way should be expected. He's putting her through some considerable pain, after all. But it hits him as odd. Not her fault, but his. He realizes that grinding his heel into a girl's gut while she's down and out makes him kind of a bully. So while he continues to lump the pressure on a couple seconds after her hands begin pushing at his boot, he does relent. At least in terms of this particular move.

Leaning down, Domino grabs for the girl's biceps to drag her up to her feet again and press her back into the turnbuckle. He leans in, pressing his chest tight against hers. And still manipulating her body, he attempts to sling her arms over the top ropes to keep her upright in front of him.

Hiroko let out a long sigh as the pressure was eased off her belly. She only wished it had been her doing, rather than Domino's mercy. He had her right where he wanted her, and she beginning to feel like little more than plaything is his grasp as he tormented with an apparently never-ending barrage of painful attacks.

Domino grabbed her by the arms to drag her up and force back against the corner. Their bodies pressed tight together, her breasts flattening slightly against his hard pecs. As he slung her arms over the ropes, she felt a feeling of dread wash over her. She didn't know what he was planning but she needed to do something to turn the match around. Using the ropes to support her, Hiroko tried left herself up to bring her knees up between their chests and then kick Domino away from her. If it worked, she'd wait for him to approach, but then she would try to bring her legs again, this time to squeeze Domino neck between them, bracing herself against the corner so she didn't fall down.

Domino releases her bicep to slip his hand over her chest to keep her in place as he leans back. The other hand feels her bicep tense, however, and he soon finds out why. Her legs lift between them, and he's suddenly shoved back at a stagger! He gives her a surprised look, then does precisely what she'd hoped he would. He rushes in, intent on delivering more of a pummel to her body, only for her smooth legs to catch him around the throat! Eyes widen, his hands immediately hook over her thighs to try to force them loose.

"Hhk..!" It's not an articulate protest, but it likely conveys all that he'd intended.

Teeth gritting and mind racing, he attempts to drag her off of the turnbuckle to position her hips directly in front of his face and effectively sit her atop his shoulders.

Hiroko felt a rush of adrenaline as she finally got in her first move of the match. Things seemed perhaps a little less hopeless, Domino a little less invincible.  She had hoped to keep herself supported by the turnbuckle but Domino had other ideas and dragged away from the corner. She was essentially sitting on her opponents shoulders which she was aware that it was perhaps no the best place to be in the world but she was determined to try and at least weaken her opponent a little and make the most of the situation.

She forced her legs together again, trying to put more pressure on Domino's head and neck while steadying herself by holding onto his head and pushing it against her lower abdomen. Not particularly dignified, but it would have to do.

"Go down... Go down!" She shouted desperately, trying to pour all her strength into her toned thighs to really squeeze Domino between them.

Domino's face is pressed into those abs he'd just recently been beating. And again, he has to notice how firm they are! Her legs constrict tighter around his neck, urging him to panic. Were it not for experience on top of training, that's exactly what he'd be doing. But he knows she's in a prime position, and thankfully, she doesn't weigh much at all. It's perfect. With her clinging onto him, he turns to the center of the ring and moves his hands from her hips to place against her stomach just beneath her breasts. He takes a couple quick steps forward, barely able to hear her demands muffled by her thighs, and dives to the mat. His hands pull, aiming to do a full-on powerbomb, ending with him on his chest between her legs and her hopefully wrecked on the mat!

By the time Hiroko realized she should've quit while she was ahead, it was too late. She had been in a precarious position and she had gotten greedy. Domino was going to make her pay the price for her mistake. She panicked as Domino's intentions became obvious. Her mind raced looking for some possible escape from her predicament. She came up with nothing. All she could do was prepare herself for the pain that was about to come.

The booming impact echoed around the arena, shaking the ring. Domino had flattened her with a massive powerbomb! Hiroko was splayed out on the mat, gazing at the ceiling through half closed eyes, totally dazed from the powerful move and in absolutely no shape to defend herself for the moment.

The impact shudders the ring, and the audience gives a collective gasp. Domino wasn't pulling back on that one - it had his full bodyweight, the strength of his arms, her own momentum and weight... if the ring weren't reinforced, there might have been a dent made.

The referee hovers nearby, unsure if she should be counting the pin. Technically, Domino is on top of his opponent. His face is, anyway, pressed against her lower region. But it soon becomes much more clear as he lifts to all fours and looks down at her, admiring his work. He crawls closer and drops his body over hers, lined up much more nicely. His toned pecs press into her breasts, his abs pushing into hers, hips to hips, and nearly nose to nose. His left arm hooks behind her neck to cradle her head, while his right hand sets to her bicep to keep her pinned down.

Domino's head turns to the referee. "Count it."

She drops to her knees and slaps the mat. "One..!"