SD 15 Main Event: Title Match - Reira Kirishima(C) Vs. Domino!

No one in the arena is more disappointed, more crushed, more betrayed by this than Domino. He can't even bring himself to move as the ability returns to him. He hates Reira's stupid music, he hates her dirty fingerprints on that belt, and he hates the fact that he just got screwed out of his big shot. He knew Reira was a jerk, but he didn't really expect her to blatantly cheat to win. But now he's not going to forget it. Maybe it's the cumulative pain coming to settle on his being, but he feels sick.

Finally, with Reira parading with her ill-gotten title, Domino drags his muscles to roll himself over onto all fours. His head hangs low for several seconds, hiding behind sweat-slickened bangs from the chorus of disgruntled, even judgmental boos. He starts to crawl towards the edge of the ring, too sore, dazed, and weakened to move any faster. But his body is visibly tense, mildly quaking in anger with each movement he takes.

She cheated him. She cheated him.

Reira smirked, wiping the sweat off her brow, the redhead holding the belt up high, basking in the spotlight as the crowd booed loudly. Turning, still celebrating, she saw Domino crawling away, and got a wicked idea.

"Hey punk, you wanted a title shot? Here you go!"

She yelled, moving to his side and dropping to her knee's, bringing the heavy gold and metal belt down upon his head, giving him a literal, and very painful, "title shot"!

All Domino wants is to get out of the public eye and fume. He has no interest in watching Reira gloat, in seeing the referee raise her arm. He just wants out. But Reira isn't going to let that happen. The moment she yells, he cranes his neck to glower back at her - which comes gives him just enough time to suddenly widen those eyes before the belt hammers against the back of his head, dropping him flat to the mat.

"Augh!"

Cheating him out of his title wasn't enough? She has to add humiliation to it, too? His arms fold over the back of his head protectively, boots kicking against the mat. His head is now throbbing. For his first ever contact with the belt, who would've expected it to be so friggin' hard?

Reira just laughed, before leaving the ring, shoving the timekeeper over, and grabbing his chair, a firm metal folding chair, perfect for smashing, and reentering the ring, dropping the belt outside the ring to free her hands up.

She had won, but now she would teach him a lesson, and make sure the boy never dared challenge her again. A few good whacks with a chair, maybe smash a couple ribs, should do the trick!

Julia was simply heartbroken for Domino. She knew how hard he’d been working for this chance, and how much it meant for him. And he was so close to having his hand raised too, only to have that chance ripped right out from under him through underhand tactics.

The blonde stood from her seat and watched as her boyfriend pulled himself toward the edge of the ring, seeing how angry he was just by looking at him. And he had every right to be. But she’d stay right there as long as he was in the ring to show her support, and as soon as he took his leave, she’d hurry backstage to be make sure she was there by the time he arrived. However, that little thought went right out the window when Reira suddenly slammed the belt down against Domino’s head.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” She yelled out to Reira, who seemed to completely disregard her words. When the champ left the ring and came back in with a chair, that was the last straw. Julia climbed right over the barricade and quickly slid into the ring behind Reira. And as soon as she lifted the chair up, she’d grab it and try to yank it right from the woman’s hands, before swinging the chair as hard as she possibly could right at Reira’s skull!

Reira had turned when the chair was yanked out of her grasp, just in time for said chair to come smashing down upon her head, dropping her flat onto the mat.

Groaning, with one hell of a headache, she maintained the presence of mind to roll out of the ring, falling onto the floor.

She lay there for a couple minutes, before getting to her feet, grabbing her nearby title belt, and starting to walk away from the ring. Luckily for her, the bitch from the front row that had attacked her with her own chair was busy checking on her opponent, leaving Reira free to walk around the ring and start moving up the ramp, turning back and glaring at the two of them, holding her belt up high to a loud chorus of disdain.

"Its still mine bitch! Still mine!"

She yelled, walking back up the ramp, her gold flashing in the bright lights. That bitch, Reira would get her back later, one way or another, but she had won, and was still champ, and that was all that mattered right now.

Domino's unable to tell what's going on. He's hurting in a lot of ways, and it's crowding the majority of his attention. His arms clamp a little tighter over his head, hoping to keep Reira from doing him any more damage. He feels the ring shake and shudder under him with movement, but he has no idea what's happening around him.

Though when nothing seems to attack him further, the teen draws his arms from behind his head to prop himself on his elbows, back arched. He tilts onto his hip to look over his shoulder, where he doesn't see Reira - he sees Julia standing with a chair.

He blinks slowly, nervously. He doesn't know where Reira went, and in his battered, dazed state, can't help but be nervous Julia's so outraged she might start bashing him, herself. So he's stuck staring up at her, wide-eyed, frozen.

As Reira left with her belt, Julia silently glared back at the woman, her hands shaking in anger. But once she felt fairly certain there wouldn’t be anymore trouble, she dropped the chair, but kept it close by just in case she needed it again.

Taking a deep breath to try to calm herself, she once again moved to face Domino again, seemingly oblivious to how confusing it must’ve been for him to suddenly see the enraged blonde standing over him like that with a chair. She then knelt beside him, her expression quickly changing from one of anger to one of concern.

“Are you alright, Drake?”

The chair is dropped, and Domino watches it like a hawk. In his condition, there's nothing he could really do to prevent more damage from waylaying him. So when she kneels by him, he exhales a hard, but relieved sigh. "I-... no. Not really." He puts on a smile in an effort to power through the misery, but it comes up weak and forced. He has no doubt Julia's going to see through it.

"I'm just gonna..." He turns over again, pulling himself onto all fours. "...get outt'a here... y'know?" He resumes his crawl out of the ring, thankfully nearly out already. His landing outside the ring is an unsteady one, but he manages to maintain his balance to begin a slow, despondent trudge towards the backstage area.

Julia knew Drake wasn't alright even before he answered. And knowing him, she wasn't surprised when he tried to put on a smile to put her at ease, even if it was easy to see right through.

But what she didn't quite expect was him to almost abruptly roll out of the ring and start trudging up the ramp. She could understand why he'd want to leave this arena as soon as possible, but it almost looked like he was trying to get away from her specifically. Perhaps she was just overthinking it, or at least, she hoped she was.

And now that left the blonde awkwardly alone in the ring, at the end of a big ppv event she wasn't even competing in for a brand she wasn't even a part of. But she wouldn't remain there long, and soon exited the ring as well, immediately heading toward the backstage area to try to find Domino.

Winner and STILL Tension World Champion: Reira Kirishima via pinfall