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

He kicked out. It was to be expected really, it was far too early for him to be beaten, even with a surprise pin.

The move however, did still have its intended effect of getting her out of his submission hold, allowing her to roll away from him before getting up to her feet.

"Alright kid, I'll give you that, that wasn't too shabby...I'm still gonna kick your ass though!"

Reira yelled, rubbing her sore neck and shaking her arms to get the stinging out of them. Now that she knew he could do stuff like that, she'd have to be more careful, getting her arms up as she watched his next move.

With the kickout, Domino flops onto the mat like a freshly-caught fish. But he doesn't stay down. He turns over onto his hands and knees, shooting a look back to Reira. Oh, look at that. She gave him a compliment. That's refreshing. But it doesn't change anything. It does, however, earn her a little smirk.

The young model lifts to his feet and enters a readied stance again, his hands lifted. He closes in with her, presenting the impression that he's going to go for another lockup with her, but that plan changes in a flash the moment he enters range with her with as he thrusts a knee up towards her midsection. "Yah!"

Reira smirked as Domino closed in. She had faked more then enough lock ups in her time to make an educated guess on if somebody was faking one as well.

With that in mind, and a careful eye on him as he got closer, Reira was able to raise her own knee up in time to block his own, before reaching down and grabbing him under his leg to hold in place.

"You didn't think I'd fall for that, did you?"

She taunted, before sweeping his other leg out from under him to leave him on his back, with her standing over him holding the other one.

Domino finds himself caught in his attempt to take her by surprise. His eyes widen, and his mind races with options. He threw a knee at her stomach, so he's too close to twist it over with a kick. Doing that would just feed himself into a boston crab. So he opts to grab her by the neck, already working on his counter. But Reira's quicker on the draw, taking his leg out from under him.

Domino's back slams down onto the mat solidly. "Ung!" He immediately realizes his leg is still caught, and it brings to mind what one of his earliest Tension opponents started to do to him: Bree had him in this very position and placed a boot between his legs, as if preparing to crush down. Horrified with his vulnerable situation, the young model begins squirming, attempting to twist his leg free. "Let go!"

Reira frowned as he squirmed around, nearly losing his leg from her grasp, having to raise her boot and stomp on his stomach to get him to stop.

Wrapping her legs around his own, the older fighter dropped back to the mat, squeezing his leg and, with his foot trapped under her arm, twisting the ankle while keeping his leg leglocked at an odd angle, trying to wear it down.

"Let's see you pull off another hurricanrana after this!"

Domino isn't about to just take it lying down! But taking a stomp to the midsection certainly helps. "Ghh!" The challenger's body curls in a little, his arms looping his abs protectively as his eyes widen. This gives her plenty of time to lock on her hold.

Reira drops to the mat, and the pain is immediately evident on Domino's face. Well, that and his voice: "Agh!" Leg pulled askew and ankle twisted, he can feel the champion working his muscles and tendons, wearing them out and sending shocks of pains through the whole limb. Hands ball into fists to thrash against the mat, his mind racing, trying to focus through the pain to come up with a way out of it.

First, he gathers his will and props himself on his elbows. Then, he spots the closest ropes. That's his target. His free foot digs the heel into the mat to push, his elbows joining in tandem to attempt scooting and crawling backwards, desperate to grab onto a rope.

Reira held on tight, crushing and twisting his leg as much as she could, as he dragged her along the mat. While she would have loved to have made him submit here and now, she knew this was just a tactical hold than a finishing one, a way to weaken him early on.

Once he grabbed the ropes and Reira was forced to let go, she did so, getting up to her feet and stomping her booted foot down hard on the same leg.

Domino makes some slow progress, but in the end, he grabs that rope. Reira turns him loose, and he feels immediate relief. His leg feels a bit rubbery now, thanks to her working it over, but it'll be okay.

And then she stomps on it.

"Ahh!" The teen's legs kick in response, nowhere near striking Reira with appreciable force. It's more to turn himself over and tuck his knees beneath himself protectively. But he knows he can't stay down too long. He's far from done with this match, and he's not about to surrender his shot at the title. He expected things to be rough. They're turning out that way.

Grabbing onto the middle rope, Domino lifts himself and tries to back up from her to gain some distance and re-center himself. His eyes remain locked onto hers, betraying no dread or fear. Those amethysts continue to burn with determination and defiance, unwilling to give her an inch.

He needs an opening - something to exploit. Her arrogance was a good one, but it seems like she's taking him seriously now. She denied his feint before, but he's not out of ideas. He's standing, braced on the ropes, and leaning heavily against them. But he's not as beaten as he's letting on. His body aches and he's favoring one leg now, but this match is still early.

'Come on. Rush me. Come on...'

If he can get her to charge him, he can slip the ropes and place himself at a more advantageous position to counter.

Reira watched him stand, limping on his leg. He was hurt now, good, that gave her an advantage. Raising a fist to get the crowd booing, just to mess with them, she aimed a hard chop towards his bare chest, just to stun him with the sting.

With him on the ropes, the champ backed up, halfway across the ring, before charging towards her opponent, swinging her arm out, trying to catch him in the chest, trying to clothesline him over the the ropes and out of the ring.

'Charge. CHARGE!'

Domino can't put up his guard in time without sacrificing his readied position, and it's too little, too late to do something about the chop anyway. Reira's hand strikes across his chest with a resounding *SPAK* and yelp ringing out into the stadium, pushing the teen further into the ropes. Expression cringed, he expects her to push the advantage, but she doesn't. She backs up.

And there's only one reason she'd be doing that, with him here on the ropes. She's going for something much bigger.

'About time!'

Though he's thrilled, he keeps his expression carefully maintained thanks in large due to his side job in modeling. This isn't the first time he's felt one way and had to portray something else. So hopefully she'll have no idea what's coming.

As Reira charges, Domino tenses. 'Almost... almost... now!' He dips low and slips between the ropes to crouch on the ring apron, letting the clothesline go wide. He hops up onto the middle rope and clears the top in a smooth flip, but attempts to catch Reira's head as he passes, aiming to land on his rear while yanking the back of her head down to crash against his shoulder in a stunner!