Alexis Parker VS Domino

Pushing against his chest to try and force herself up as the ref girl starts the count for a second time, Alexis' breathing is heavy as shes trying to gather much needed air. "Three..." The count hits as she stands wobbly, dazed and confused at who knows, Adrenaline or maybe the realization of what she just did to the surprising amusement of the crowd. She looks at Domino and stutters "O-Oh my...I'm s-sorry if I hurt you.." Once again letting her worries get the best of her, much to the advantage of her opponent.

Fortunately for Alexis, she's not going to find a coldhearted opportunist in Domino. He lets out a groan and props himself up onto his elbows, looking up at the girl. When she apologizes, he blinks at her. Then grins. And then laughs. It isn't a mocking sort of laugh, though. Without answering her, he draws himself back up to his full height, a hand rubbing over his sore pectorals.

"Five...!," counts the ref'.

Domino opts to take advantage of their current position, however. It isn't often he gets to play this close to the fans, after all! He makes a grab for Alexis' shoulders in an effort to whip her back towards the guardrail to soften her up. He has only a few seconds to take advantage of this, so he can't be gentle!

Back first Alexis finds herself crashing into the guard rail. She falls down onto the mats outside as she grasps her back the ref counts "SIX..." moving on instincts she reaches for the ring, trying to claw her way away from Domino and back into the ring. The pain is visible on her face. She looks at him almost as if to say "H..Hey...a..a little help..please..?" Her watery eyes flutter a bit hoping he throws her into the ring so she doesn't have to expend energy. Well at least she thinks he's kind enough, time will tell.

In this case, not so much. Alexis' pleading eyes are met with another grapple as Domino goes for the girl's slender shoulders a second time. Though he kind of helps her. Kind of. That is, he intends to press her back against the ring apron and lean his body against hers, forcing her spine into a tight arch over the edge. In this way, she's sort of being helped into the ring! Technically!

His hips will lock ground against hers, his toned abs pressed to her stomach, chest to breasts, and faces close enough that she can feel his warm breath grazing her lips, amethyst eyes locked with her browns. The referee continues counting the pair off, waving a hand. "Seven!"

The girl sends out a slow gasp as her back is once again driven into something, this time being the ring apron, headbutting him a few times . Using this though she manages to wrap her legs around his body and wiggles her way back into the ring. Once again grasping at her back, Alexis rolls away quickly from the teen and pulls herself up using the ropes. If Domino should follow her she meets him with a collar to elbow tie up once again, not relying on her strength but her wits to go behind him and try and attach a sleeper hold onto him.

The headbutts are a nuisance, but he's had worse. Way worse. Kira's noggin was much harder. But when her legs hook around him, she gains the leverage she needs to wriggle away and roll under the ropes. Naturally, Domino follows, just as the referee counts to, "Nine!"

Well, so much for going home early tonight.

Domino pops back up to his boots, meeting the girl's lockup with one of his own - albeit short-lived. As she starts to weave around behind him, he smirks and attempts to catch her in the stomach with an elbow. "Heck of a hit earlier," he murmurs. "But it's my time!"

Alexis stumbles back holding her gut once again, bouncing off the ropes she attempts an clothesline. Well attepted was the best choice of words as it barely phased him, she paused, shocked and scared. She didn't want another beating that she had before at the hands of King. Slowly she tries stepping back, looking to retreat, shaking a bit. Her eyes meet with his. "T-Take it easy on me..please...I beg you.."she quietly says, begging for mercy pretty much.

Domino pivots and takes a step back from her. When that clothesline comes in, he shifts his left foot back to brace himself, forearms raising to deflect it. And in the end, it hardly seemed necessary. She had.. just.. no force behind it. The arms lower and his eyes match with hers, studying. A quick glance is cast to either side, noting the crowd riling up. Her meek behavior is like blood in the water. Those cheers are calling for brutality.

Domino suddenly moves in again, attempting to hook his arms around her waist to seize her body up against his. For the second time tonight, she'll find her body mashed to his, muscle ground against muscle. And if caught, he'll attempt to drag her back towards the center of the ring where he begins to ply real pressure along her lower back, forearms biting into her, forcing her abs to crush against his. But even still, he's holding back - if a little.

"Don't tap," he whispers to her, head tilted with his lips hovering just over her ear. "I'm not gonna let you look like a pansy in front'a these people. If you feel like you're slipping, just.. let me know. But don't you dare tap."

He's tried to be nice in the ring before, and it's blown up in his face. Case in point, he lost to the newbie Mindy Priest. But he just can't bring himself to go full-tilt on someone who seems so terrified.

Hoisted up, feeling her body against his yet again, she struggles. Wanting to tap straight away, just to stop the pain. Then Alexis hears the words. "Don't Tap" she barely gets to glance at him, punching his shoulders and back to get free. "W-Why..? It hurts..so much..." her back at this point feels like mesh, being thrown into the barrier then apron now this!? How much can this girl take?

She claws him a bit, trying everything she can to break the hold but to no use, every squeeze just makes her want to tap more. "Gyah!" she screams to a pop of the crowd, tears starting to form in her eyes, trying to hold them back with the pain taking complete control over her mind.

"I know, I know. But endure it," urges Domino. He can feel every little twinge her body makes in the bearhug, and that cry she makes is his signal to relent on her. He told her not to tap, but pain is a Hell of a thing. Keeping the pressure on a rookie would just be unreasonable! Especially if he wanted to help her out a little! And at this point, he feels pretty certain that she's not going to make a miraculous comeback and make him regret it.

The hold around her waist loosens enough that he's only holding her body against his, no longer crushing. His back arches and biceps tense, leaving no space between their forms. For all intents and purposes, it looks like he's pouring on the pressure. But the girl's back and stomach should be able to attest to the contrary. "Better?," he whispers.