Piledriving the Point: Domino vs. Crystal Alvey

Piledriver Finish Match
A wrestler must be defeated by a piledriver finish before pinning.



Matches are starting to roll in, and Domino couldn't be happier. Exposure is a great thing! Especially good exposure - when he can showcase his talent and come out victorious. How else is one supposed to make it to the top?

...well, okay, there are other, more illicit ways. But screw that noise, he'd rather wrestle his way to fame and glory. And the pun comes free of charge.

This match is going to be an interesting one, though, no matter how it goes. If he's understanding it clearly, the finalizing move has to be a piledriver finisher. Apparently the girl he's going to square off against uses a tombstone piledriver, herself. Not many girls he knows that do that. Even fewer he's matched up against. So the young model's very curious to see what this girl is like!

And now, it's come time to meet her. Domino is dressed to wrestle, sporting his black and white boots, trunks, bracers, and a newer addition: a simple white t-shirt. He bobs on his boots in rapt anticipation as he waits for his woefully impersonal techno music to kick in. As soon as it does, the young model leaps into view and thrusts a fist into the air, issuing a roar of cheer from the audience. A confident smile brightens his face as he soaks it in, basking a few seconds.

Then he's off! The teen trots side to side along the ramp, slapping high-fives with some fans until he reaches the ring. With a hop, he lands on the apron and grabs the top rope. From there, he vaults himself up and over to land on the mat. His hands find the collar of his shirt, and he tugs the garment off, exposing his sleekly toned pectorals and six-packed abs. That shirt is then chucked out into the audience, a souvenir for some lucky spectator.

Following a final fist-thrusting salute to the crowd, he makes his way back into his corner. As he's inspected by the ref, those amethyst eyes are locked on the entrance he expects his opponent to enter through, itching to see what he's dealing with.

Crystal was well...excited again, an another chance to actually win, she didn't like the fact that she was KO'd by Bilal in her last match, so she played to make that up with a win. She walked into her backstage room, got out of her skirt and t-shirt into her second attire (The one in the first picture to the left) and walked down to the curtain, a smile on her face as she blew the curtain with her left hand and did a pose after walking in. She flexed for the fans, and high-fived some of them, before rolling into the ring and getting on the turnbuckle and flexing again. She hopped down, and began to stretch and warm up. A smile on her face as she did so.

As the redhead enters the ring, Domino gives a low whistle. "I was expecting someone... I dunno, bigger?," he muses. She doesn't look particularly smaller than him, and she's clearly fit. She's got some attitude, too, and that's always fun in the ring. Provided it isn't annoying or something. He gives her a deliberate look-over, taking in her features. In the end, he isn't quite sure what to make of her yet. So he'll have to test the waters.

The teen steps forward and offers a hand out to her with a smile. "Crystal, huh? I'm Domino. I'll be piledriving ya tonight." The bravado is punctuated with a wink.

Whether or not she shakes his hand, the referee is quick to signal the bell to begin the match. *DING*

Crystal smiled."And I'll be piledriving you too!" She said, she shook his hand. "Best of luck to ya!" She said, in a cute New York accent,before her smile went away. "Oh, and I learned this from my trainer" She said as she grabbed Domino's arm with her other hand,and tried to twist it and put him in a arm lock.

"Never shake hands with your opponent after the bell rings" She said, smiling a friendly smile.

Snickering, Domino shakes her hand. Yep. Girl's got personality. He suspects this is going to be a fun match. Oh, and she does have a cute accent - that he definitely picks up on. Also, "Hey, you're American."

That's the most observation he's allowed to make when he suddenly finds himself bent forward into an armlock. "Nnf!" He shoots a look back to her over his shoulder. "Yeah? Did your trainer also teach you this?" The teen twists over, flowing into the armlock and ending on his back with no more strain along his bicep and shoulder. He tugs his arm inwards to attempt yanking her forward, while his legs thrust out towards her chest.

Crystal smiled faded as she was yanked forward, and hit in the chest. She doubled over. "Whats with boys and the chest!" She yelled,this was another male wrestler that hit her in her breast,Crystal was not pleased.She rubbed it off,and turned to the Teen, her breast still stinging but she still managed to try and slap him,and then punch him in the gut.

Domino curls back onto his shoulders and kips up to his boots with a smirk. "I'll try to avoid it, if you want~," he teases - only for her to slap him! His face snaps to the side, cheek stinging. With it, the humor of the situation goes right out the window! For some reason, slaps are awfully more demeaning than being punched or kicked. Go figure.

Her fist then drives up into his tight midsection, abs tensed and absorbing the blow for the most part. "Unf!" His hands attempt to grab onto her shoulders to return the favor, throwing his right knee up towards her bare midriff to test her own belly muscle.

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"Unf' Crystal went as Domino's knee went into her midriff.She grunted, and tried to get Domino's hand off of her shoulders and kick him in the stomach then punch him in the face.

The little brawl that's broken out has the audience cheering. It isn't exactly what Domino would've preferred, but it is what it is. He's not about to back down when presented the challenge! The added kick to his midsection stuns him, surprised she's so quick to retort, and her fist lands on his cheek.

"Augh!" He twists aside and shoots her a scowl. "Always the face with you!"

He draws a couple quick breaths and goes for a reckless, but fierce countermeasure to end their back-and-forth. He hops into the air, body curling into a tight ball, only to thrust his heels out at her torso in a standing dropkick! Whether hit or miss, he's going to hit the mat on his back. But if it goes wild, he's going to be in an unfortunately prone position.

"Oh stop crying you big baby!" Crystal said,laughing. Her laughing stopped as Domino did the drop kick. Crystal was hit by the standing dropkick, and set to the mat on her back. "Ow" She said, that really, really hurt, she slowly got up, rubbing her torso while doing so.