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

Reira rolled him over to his back, and quickly hooked his leg, going straight for a pin after dropping him right on his head with the DDT. It was a more old school move, but it was usually effective.

The ref dropped down, slapping the mat.

"One!"

Domino is rolled onto his back in a daze, suddenly feeling Reira's weight settled atop him. His leg is hooked and drawn up, head throbbing and brain thoroughly fuzzy.

The mat shakes as the referee strikes it.

"Nnh..." Deep purple eyes blink open again. He becomes even more aware of the feminine figure pressed against him. His leg shifts in the air.

The mat shakes again. "Two!"

Domino draws in a deep breath, his chest pushing up against Reira's body. In a single, hard burst of motion, the teen twists onto his side and throws a shoulder into the air to break the pin!

"Oh come on!? Whats it take to keep you down, you little punk?"

Reira yelled, angry at Domino's refusal to just stay down. Getting to her feet, she kicked him over to lay on his front, before raising her boot and bringing it down, over and over, stomping hard on his back. She didn't stop, her heavy boot smashing down on his back, soon leaving dark bruises over it, the crowd booing her loudly as she kicked and stomped on him like a mugger in an alley.

Finally, she stopped, dropping her knee onto the center of his back and reaching out to grab him around his chin, before pulling up tightly in a camel clutch-type move, bending the back that she had just finished beating on, trying to make him submit!

"More than you got...," breathes Domino as he lies on the mat.

He takes the kick to the side with a grunt, rolling over onto his front. He immediately suspects a submission hold, and he has no intention of just taking it. So he works himself up to his knees and elbows, intent on lifting the rest of the way - only for a boot to slam against his back. Yelping, Domino is bore back down against the mat on his chest. And then another kick comes. And another. And another. Each impact against his back causes him to writhe on the mat, his spine and muscles tenderized.

Once thoroughly beaten down, he feels her knee drop across his back. His upper-body is yanked back, earning a sharp, if muffled cry of pain. With her hands gripping him by the jaw, articulation might be a bit much to hope for - but then, who could possibly mistake this for anything but pure pain? His eyes screw shut, his toned chest pulled taut for the audience and cameras, and his back is wrenched into a tight curl.

The referee girl immediately drops beside him to check for a submission, and Domino gives a strained, but insistent, "Uh-uh!" His boots slide against the mat, one hand gripping Reira's wrist, the other hand planted to the ring in some attempt to lessen the strain.

Reira held her grip, despite his struggles, grinning wickedly at his pained sounds and movements, even as he refused to tap.


"Fine! Don't tap then, I'll just keep you here until you pass out. Either way, your finished you little bastard..."

She looked over at the audience, giving them a dose of her venom as well.

"You hear that? Cheer all you want, but you'll see, nobody has what it takes to take MY belt!"

Julia was unable to help but cringe as Drake was dropped right on his head with the DDT, and now things were only looking even worse for the challenger as Reira tortured his body with her hold. And though her faith in his ability never wavered, even she had to admit she was feeling nervous right now to say the least.

“Keep fighting, Drake! Hang in there!” she shouted to her boyfriend. Julia then stood and began to clap while shouting out, “DO-MI-NO! DO-MI-NO!” the chant soon caught on to the people sitting around Julia, and began to spread. It wasn’t long before the vast majority of the packed arena was now cheering on the valiant challenger in defiance to Reira’s words.

Domino is twisted and contorted in Reira's grip, his muscles aching, his back aflame with pain. The temptation to give in just to let it end and find some relief is growing by the second, and the referee-girl can see it. But Domino refuses to relinquish his chance at the title. He'd told Amy there were times to push your body to the breaking point, when risking injury could mean reaping a world of reward: this is one of those times. If he can pull off a win and claim a title tonight, then it'll have all meant something; the ferocity with which he's fought, the time and training he's put in, it wouldn't have been wasted.

Julia's voice cuts into his thoughts, distracting him from the pain he's enduring. She still hasn't lost faith in him. She's chanting his name. God, that girl's amazing - one in a million. And soon, the whole stadium has joined in. Feet dig into the canvas, his hand at her wrist pulling to try to keep her from drawing back any further, and his other arm digging into the ring with his elbow to force himself into a painful, slow, even awkward army-crawl. He goes against the advice he'd given Irene and tenses his body with the sole purpose of pushing and dragging himself and Reira across the mat towards the ropes.

Reira kept the chokehold locked in, trying to choke him out or make him tap, but Domino once again proved himself tougher than she had expected, dragging himself across the ring, and eventually grabbing the ropes. Once he got the rope break, Reira let him go, standing above him and snarling.

"You just won't stay down huh? Well...this should put you out..."

She grabbed him by his hair, pulling him up to his feet, bent over, before sliding his head between her legs, making a thumbs down motion to the crowd before wrapping her arms around his waist, planning on dropping him onto his head with a piledriver.

As soon as Domino released, he slumps against the mat, coughing. His hand remains gripped onto the bottom rope, hoping to deter Reira from locking on yet another submission or trying to drag him back to the middle of the ring. He needs a chance to recover, if even by a little. If he wasn't before, he's definitely hurting now.

Unfortunately, it looks like the challenger isn't going to be getting much chance to recover. He feels fingers grip onto his sweat-slickened hair, pulling him up to his feet with a cringe. He's bent again, though this time forward, and finds his head tucked between her legs, the back of his neck pressed to her hips. His hands set to her thighs, and the woman hooks her arms around his firm abdominals.

Being a strong advocate of the piledriver, Domino knows exactly what's coming. He fights back the immediate urge to panic and focuses purely on his surroundings. His legs draw back, hooking them over her shoulders and squeezing his thighs around the ginger's neck. While she maintains her hold on his midsection, he releases her thighs and grabs for the middle rope.

Time for an all-or-nothing effort.

His arms pull hard, his abs tensing as he tries to curl with her and drag her with his legs to flip-drag her over the ropes, hoping to dump her outside the ring while he remains clinging to the perimeter. There's a chance he could be dragged out with her, or worse, she powers through his attempt and drives his head against the mat!

Reira wasn't entirely sure what had happened, suddenly finding herself with Domino's legs around her neck and being flipped over the ropes, her back smacking against the edge of the ring apron before landing chest and face first onto the floor outside the ring.

She didn't get back up, not at first, the hard impact of hitting the apron and the floor completely knocking the wind out of her, forcing her to stay down even as the referee raised her arm, starting to count her out for being outside of the ring.