Alexis Parker VS Domino

BAM! That hit rocked her, enough so she found herself crashing to the mat below, holding her jaw. "Owwww! she rolls over onto her stomach, holding the jaw still, shaking her head to, in wrestling terms, clear the cobwebs from her head.

At-least she has the weariness to be close to the ropes, grabbing one with her hand so any attempt of a submission will be all in void. Hoping she has the strength left to cling to the rope if she needed to. As Domino would obviously try to move her away from the ropes.

Domino rolls his neck, taking a couple seconds to limber up an extra little bit. HIs body is still in a lot of pain after those splashes, but he can feel the end coming soon - and it's exhilarating. The girl's nice, and pretty cute on top of it, but she's proven to be tricky. Or 'tricksy', as he put it before. He can't let her have any more leeway.

His eyes lock onto her and his stance deepens, looking like a predatory savage. The moment she's halfway up, he pounces at her, attempting to hook his arms around her stomach. "Almost over..." And he gives a sharp pull, hoping to yank her grip loose of the ropes and swing her over him in a German suplex. And sadly for her, the final destination will be a hard impact against the back of her head and shoulders before she's released.

Alexis grabs a hold of Domino's arms that are wrapped around her waist, still dazed from the uppercut to do anything about it. "Please...no.." She pleads as shes hurled over him backwards head and shoulders hitting the mat below.

Alexis' legs fall limp, her arms sprawl out and her breathing shallows, slight twitches of the nerves in her arms and legs. She's helpless now. At the mercy of yet another AFW Male.

Domino turns over onto his knees, looking down at her. The sight of her there, helpless on the mat, is a welcome one. No more stunts for her. The only thing left to do is put her down with a proper finisher. He leans over her to run a hand through her hair, hoping that light touch will get through to her. There's no ill will here; just the sport and the matter of pleasing an audience.

The teen lifts to his boots and bends down to ensure she's lying flat on her back. He takes her wrists to drop them high above her head, stretching her body taut. She didn't want any more belly shots, but this next one is going right there, and he wants a perfectly clear landing zone. And once satisfied that she's not going anywhere, he hurries up the nearest turnbuckle, perching at the top ropes. Facing the audience, he thrusts his right fist in salute, eliciting a pop. Oh, they know what's coming. Something flashy and dangerous.

Suddenly, Domino vaults into the air. His body twists in a graceful arc, arms stretching out and muscles tensing as he sails on collision course with the redhead. Ultimately, he'll slam his sleek six-packed abdominals hard across her toned stomach to complete the splash.

Alexis groaned in pain from being dragged into position, she tried it all. Even her own finish couldn't put him away. Now she's on the end of his finish now, oh how the tide has turned. Trying to find the strength to move the redhead would start to stir, looking up at him on the top rope. The flashes of the crowd taking photo's it was breathtaking. Well if it wasn't... this move would defiantly take her breath away.

Down comes Domino, like an angel falling from heaven he connects with his finish to the delight of his fans, the dismay of Alexis. Her body buckles under him, eyes widening then closing shortly afterwards, there she would lay, limp and quiet as a mouse. The ref sliding into position ready to count the pin.

The impact is a hard one. The Falling Star isn't meant to be gentle, and there really isn't a convenient way to pull that hit like he had with the bearhug. Poor Alexis has to suffer the brunt of it. But Domino's not getting off scott-free, at least. The teen curls over her body, teeth grit, eyes squeezed shut, and abs nearly agonized. It isn't as bad as being the victim, but after the splashes he's already endured, he's going to be sore for a while.

But the young model lowers over her again, pressing his stomach tight across hers. One arm hooks back to loop her thigh, pulling the leg into the air. His back arches to press against her tighter, and he shoots a look towards her face.

The referee slaps the mat. "One!"

"Just lie still... it's over... y'did good...," he murmurs to the other teen.

"Two!" Alexis would lie, her hot breath blasting in his face, weak coughs sprout out every now and then from the weight still on her injured stomach. She would open her eyes, more like squinting at him. Silently replying... "I'm...I still...lost..." Knowing her attempts to kick out will be futile with the way he's pinned her and her strength zapped like an battery dying.

"I wanted..to..win.." as she looks at the ref with baited breath.

'She's really devastated about this, isn't she?'

Domino frowns and averts his gaze, feeling something of a pang of guilt. And immediately following that, self-chastisement. Of course she wanted to win. They all want to win. That's why they get in the ring. But she seems just so beaten up over it...

"Three!" The ref's hand strikes the mat a third time.

Those dark eyes return to Alexis, and Domino shifts onto his knees. He releases her captured leg, and instead trades up to hooking an arm around her shoulders and around her waist to help her stand along with himself. And unless she resists, she'll find herself hugged under the wash of cheering fans. The referee snags one of his arms to raise it in victory, but as soon as it's freed again, he gestures towards the redhead to share the praise - or at least garner acknowledgment.

Alexis face just sank as the ref counted three. Another loss. Another Male loss at that too! Gasping for air after Domino released his pin she found herself picked up and her free hand touching his sweat dripping body. Almost like shes clinging.

"You...beat me fair..that's all I could have gotten from that...match. She whispered in his ear under the roar of the crowd and generic theme music. "I hope you get your title shot..." She softly smiles, gritting her teeth, now clinging to her ribs, they aren't broken but boy do they feel that way.

Once done gesturing, Domino turns to the redhead still in arm. His head tilts to gently bump his forehead to hers, not caring how sweaty either of them happens to be. They just spent a good amount of time clinging, pressing, and squeezing each other. What could a little more hurt?

"Thanks. And you... no one in this audience thinks you're a chump. You nearly pinned me," he points out, voice lowering a little. "That's not a small thing. And I loved your splash!" After a beat, he glances aside to the ref-girl, then back to Alexis. "Need a hand out of the ring?"