Irene Inger VS Domino

Irene tried to remain calm as Domino reacted warmly to her proposal, but it was so rare for her to risk forming these tender relationships that she couldn't suppress a small squeal of delight when he said yes. The girl didn't bother to put her sports bra back on, just slipped into her lab coat and buttoned it up, placing the bra inside one of her pockets when Domino handed it to her. In another pocket, she removed a small business card that had her phone number on it.

“I'm feeling pretty tapped out for today, think I'm just gonna go home and rest. It'd be a shame if neither of us had the strength to have much fun together,” Irene said, batting her eyelashes as she handed the card to him. “How about we do something this weekend? Just give me a call...Drake.”

Since the girl couldn't think of anything else that needed to be said, Irene walked with Domino out of the ring, content with the results of the match even though she hadn't been the winner.

Domino- or Drake? - takes the card, but doesn't really have anything he can do with it. What's he gonna do, tuck it into his trunks? So he just keeps it in his left hand, which soon after dropping to the floor level loops Irene's waist to help keep her upright. Or to simply hold onto her while they take their leave.

"Yeah, get your rest," he nods with a grin. "And, spoiler alert? I will call." Should she look back at him, she'll be met with a playful wink. He's playing it off, but he's pretty sore, himself; especially that arm. She really worked it over on the turnbuckle.

As they exit, he raises his right hand to wave to the audience with a bright smile~

Winner by submission: Domino