Domino vs. Kira "Wild Card" Malcolm

Kira scoffed. Domino was not going to let that macho swagger routine go until she had thoroughly beat it out of him. Good. It would make punching his stupid grinning face in all that much better. "If you're keeping count, I hope you brought a notepad because I got a LOT more where that came from." That having been said, Domino was alert and still a bit too fresh for the Wild Card to bring out some of her higher risk moves. She went with the more straightforward means of hurting him. Rearing back her foot, she would aim a stomp down hard toward Domino's midsection.

Squinting up at her through the pain, a little smirk finds his lips. This "Wild Card" is something else, isn't she? Bleeding confidence, but such a chip on her shoulder! She'd be absurdly hot, if she weren't so darn hostile! Though to be fair, they are in a wrestling match with serious pride on the line. Tension's bound to get high.

The pain in his ribs subsides enough for Domino to make a legitimate effort to get up. He manages to make it to his wrists and almost sit up before that boot plummets down, crashing into his perfect sixpacked abdominals. "UNF!" While his lean body is firm and obviously toned through years of rigorous training, he wasn't at all prepared for the impact. The young model curls up around her foot, eyes widened, and still for almost two full seconds. Utterly breathless and abs reeling, he drops flat onto his back again. There he lies on the mat, groaning with the occasional cough. When he refinds his breath, it's in a labored pant. Defined chest and sleek abdominals rise and fall heavily with each breath, eyes squeezed shut.

Kira stared down at Domino as he reeled in pain from that stomp. All things considered, he was a bit of a looker. She sneered at the thought. He was probably some sort of underwear model that thought this was a great way to pick up girls and that having a sexy six pack was more than enough to wrestle girls with. None of that mattered to Kira. She did not give a damn about boys. She had cut a couple of promos suggesting that she actively sought out sex before matches but those were total lies to grab publicity. All she cared about was proving that she was better than Domino decisively so she would never have to work this Tension nonsense ever again.

"Ooh, where's that razor sharp wit now, you little pervert?" She hissed down at him. He was hurt. It was time to pour it on. She hopped over Domino and climbed to the top of the ring post. Looking down on her opponent, she braced herself and jumped. She aimed to slam into Domino in a splash with all of her body weight across his abdomen.

Domino wants to retort so badly it hurts.

Or... or maybe that's just those abs.

Either way!

Then teen can only vocalize with a little groan, his body not cooperating with him yet. He starts to turn onto his side and curl up, but that only makes him ache more. Domino rolls over onto his back again, eyes opening to half-mast. His left knee steeples, and he simply breathes. He knows, just knows she's about to hurt him. He can feel it.

As her body arcs through the air, it partially blocks out the overhead lights, cluing him in. He tenses his sleek midsection as much as he can, given the pain shooting through those muscles. And suddenly, her belly lands across his, forcing him to curl around her waist briefly, eyes widened.

"UNF!"

Domino promptly drops again, stomach on fire. He could plainly see she had a rocking body, and her abs were great. But feeling them slam down across his was a whole other level. Kira's a solidly built girl - there's no doubt about that.

The audience gives a huge pop with the flashy move and subsequent position, certain Domino is about to be pinned. The referee hovers nearby, waiting for some indication that Kira wants the count to begin.

The teen, meanwhile, just lies beneath her. His breathing is hard, shaky, trim abs pressing against hers rhythmically with each breath. His right arm flops down to rest along her wast, the left flopped back above his head.

Kira loved taking to the air. It hurt to land, but she loved that too. In wrestling, though, landing tended to hurt someone else more. That added a whole new dimension to the routine and she loved it. She could not believe it took her this long to get into this business. There was something visceral here that even the most extreme snowboarding could not provide. Domino sprung up limply around her in pain at the splash and she knew he felt it. She FELT him feel it. He was hurting and that felt good.

She turned down to his hand and snarled at it like it was an insect. Even hurting this bad, his pervert instincts were unshakeable. Rolling onto her back, she tossed the hand off. Balling up her fist, she swung her far hand right into his face. Regaining her senses, she rolled back pulled his leg up, pinning his shoulders to the mat. The referee knelt down to begin the count. "1!"

Too stunned to really do any kind of defense, Domino just takes the hit to the face, his head snapping aside with a little yelp. That's two times the daze he has to work off now. So Kira's going to enjoy a fairly comfortable pin, it looks like. At least at first! His leg is drawn into the air, offering no resistance.

"Mmng...," he protests, head lulling forward again at the sound of the first count. There's no chance he's going to let her pin him, not like this. Not after that cheap shot! First, he just has to.. you know.. get his body to cooperate. He begins breathing through clenched teeth, in through the nose, out through the mouth. He doesn't have long enough to work out all the pain or fully catch his breath, though. Not when the bikini'd referee strikes the mat a second time. "Two!"

With a grunt of effort, Domino's captured leg suddenly kicks out, jolting his shoulder up off the mat by a few inches to interrupt the pin count. The ref' gestures to Kira to inform her of the fact, while the dark-haired teen squirms beneath her body to try to turn onto his side.

The Wild Card felt the unsatisfying lurch of Domino beneath her, ending her pin attempt. She immediately stood up and let the referee know precisely what she thought about her counting practices. Giving the girl one last good expletive, she would turn around back to Domino. "I'll teach you to cop a feel, pervert." She hissed as she would grab him and pull him up to his knees. Rearing back, Kira would aim a kick with all her might at Domino's head.

When Kira lifts off of him, Domino breathes a little easier. The girl isn't heavy by any stretch, but that pressure just intensified the ache in his midsection. "Don't.. flatter yourself..."

She's a vicious thing, and that last hit was definitely a rough one. He isn't used to being on the receiving end of splashes, and this experience has been a great reminder for why he uses one to finish opponents off. But his mind soon returns to that shot she took against his face - it's just burning him up! Like a splash wasn't enough!? He has to make this chick pay.

The teen is pulled to his knees with no resistance, giving the impression that he's still completely out of it. In reality, his mind is racing, looking for an opening. Conveniently, this position puts her belly directly in front of him, seemingly unprotected. Fair is fair, isn't it? She makes his stomach burn in pain, he should return the favor! Immediately, Domino launches a punch towards her abs, hoping to take her off guard!

If it doesn't land in time, though? That kick is going to ground him again, and in a world of pain.

"Kff!" The Wild Card huffed in pain when Domino lashed out. She was knocked back a half step, bracing for the kick she was not rooted to take a punch like that. It stung, but mostly it pissed her off even more, if that could even be said to be possible.

She stepped in, aiming to launch that kick again, this time just trying to floor Domino again before he could rise with a blow to his torso.

That little respite is what Domino needed! Or so he thought. He was hoping to do a bit more damage by catching her off-guard, but that doesn't seem to be the case! As she falls back, he resumes rising, eyes locked onto the Xtreme Sports chick. When she comes back at him, he's more or less crouched. He completely abandons that plan in favor of defending himself, however, pulling his arms in close to absorb the brunt of the kick.

The force behind it still sends the teen to his back on the mat, however. "Nng!"