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

She got first blood, as it were, but feeling her body cave a little against his knee was definitely satisfying. Domino had every intention to follow up with something to more assertively plant himself in the lead, but it appears Reira's every bit as tough as she looks. She'll require some extra tenderizing before she's pliable enough.

As Domino closes in, he suddenly finds her boot slamming into his toned pectorals. He grunts from the hit, the force enough to take him off his feet. The teen lands flat on his back and crosses his left arm over his chest protectively. He lets out a cough before starting to sit up and get to his feet again, his eyes affixed to the woman now standing above him.

Reira smirked down at her young opponent as he sat up, proud of having knocked him off his feet.

"Didn't expect that, did you little guy?"

She mocked, before turning her back on him spreading her arms out wide, in an ultimate display of arrogance.

"Tell you what kid, I'll be nice and give you one free shot! Just the one!"

She yelled, clearly not taking him seriously.

Domino manages to get to his knees by the time she's mocking him. When she turns her back, his eyes widen in shock. The nerve! The display of disrespect earns a chorus of boos and jeers, and Domino is snarling angry. He clawed and fought his way to be here tonight - he'll make her regret that cockiness.

Once the teen's on his feet, he suddenly pops into the air! His legs scissor out, attempting to catch Reira around the throat! His upper-body swings backwards low and hands seeking to plant to the mat! The legs pull, attempting to yank her into a sharp somersault over his body to land her square on her head and chest in a reverse frankensteiner!

Reira was confident. The worse the kid could do to her was what? A dropkick? Maybe a german suplex or a roll up pin? Nothing she couldn't get out of easily enough.

When she felt his legs around her neck however, she quickly realized she had made a mistake, being flipped and dropped onto her head and chest, the champ rolling on the mat clutching at her head, wondering just where the hell that move came from.

Reira had presented him a target and dared him to make a move. Domino did just that, pulling out all the stops. It was risky as Hell, and all it would've taken was for her to be faking the offer for him to've planted himself square on his back for her. But in this instance, going big paid off, and Domino's getting a chance to prove he's here tonight for a reason.

The cascade of boos for Reira's attitude turns into wild cheer.

Domino ends the movement on all fours, but quickly shifts onto his knees. The lithely toned teen arches his back and throws a fist into the air, a nod to the crowd that he's not to be taken lightly. But he doesn't linger - the champion's down, and he can't afford to let an opportunity slip by.

Domino twists around to quickly face Reira and moves in to mount his hips over hers. "Come'ere." He reaches for her head to pull her to sit up and attempt to tuck her head under his left arm while that arm hooks under her right arm to her mid-back. With the other hand, he tries to catch her left wrist to cinch her arm tight against her back in a hammerlock, until the hands can join behind her.

In the end, she'll have a young model straddling her lap, her head under his arm while one of her arms is twisted behind her back, putting strain along her neck, arm, and forcing her to crunch in tight against her midsection.

First a reverse hurricanrana out of nowhere, then a hold like this, Domino was just full of surprises. The redhead mentally admonished herself, it was a stupid idea to just hand a free shot to him. He was young, but he wasn't a rookie, she had to keep that in mind.

For now though, she had to focus on getting out of this damn hold, which was going to be difficult, with him pinning her down and stretching her neck and arms. It took effort and struggling, but she managed to free her right arm, using the short distance between them to throw the hardest punches she could into Domino's ribcage.

The threat of this hold is three-fold. Domino's bicep tenses, adding pressure to the headlock and mashing her jaw tighter into his side. He tightens up on the hammerlock, straining her left arm the closer he brings her hand behind her shoulders. He even leans back, forcing her to clench her midsection and adding more pressure, making it a little harder to breathe. His thighs even cinch inwards, squeezing around her ribs while her body is clenched tight to his, her breasts pushed into his sleek abdominals, her abs against his hips.

"Whaddaya think?," he asks. "Startin' to regret that offer?"

But of course Reira isn't going to just take this until she's reached her limit. She hammers a fist into his ribs, sending a jolt of pain through his side. "Nnh!" Then another. "Nnf..!" Then another! "Agh!" The barrage weakens him, certainly by enough to loosen his hold, allowing her a considerably easier time slipping her limbs free or powering out.

Julia followed the action closely, cheering at each hit Domino landed, and wincing at each shot the champ scored against him. Even from the outset, though she was more than confident in her boyfriend’s ability, she could also tell that someone like Reira wasn’t going to be an easy champion to dethrone. And the champ had seemed pretty confident herself, even allowing him a free move, which had seemed to backfire big time when Domino planted her with the reverse frankensteiner.

Through it all Julia never stopped shouting and cheering him on with the crowd. And things only seemed to keep looking better and better for him once he caught her in his submission hold. However, now Reira’s hammering fists were causing the grip on the hold to loosen. “HANG ON, DRAKE!” she shouted, trying to encourage him to keep squeezing as much energy out of the champ as he could.

Had Reira been a lesser fighter, she may very well have submitted to his hold, it hurt like hell, especially once tightened. Luckily for her, she was more durable than that.

A few more hard punches to his ribs loosened the hold enough for her to free her other arm, able to bring it around from behind her back, leaving only her head and waist caught. Her arms were free though, and that was enough for her to push off against the mat, shifting her weight and leverage enough to roll her and Domino over, so that he went from straddling her waist to on his back, still squeezing her head, only with Reira now hunched over his body, grabbing the back of his legs and raising them, which in turned lowered his shoulders onto the mat, the sudden shift in leverage putting him in a surprise pin attempt!

Julia's voice cuts through the crowd clearly. Domino wants to hold onto her submission and wrench every last drop of pain and fatigue he can, but this girl hits hard. Keeping the squeeze on her had turned stingingly painful, right up until she's worked her other arm loose. Now, Domino's simply got her head tucked under his arm and crunching her body in tight with his, his arms around her waist.

It isn't to last. He's pitched over and beneath her, and as she manipulates his body, her head slips free of his grasp. The teen finds his body folded over into a matchbook pin! He glowers up at her from between his legs, the muscle in his thighs tensing...

The referee-girl drops beside them. Her hand lifts and slaps the mat. "One!"

Teeth grit, Domino tries to buck his legs out to throw Reira off of himself! "N'gah!"