Domino vs. Kira "Wild Card" Malcolm

Kira would have fallen flat on the mat had Domino not steadied her, and even when he held her up it was hard to stay on her feet. She staggered back, half-stumbling, catching herself on the rope. The bells hurt worse than anything Domino did and she cursed herself, just trying to think of all the ways she could have broken that hold. The submission dulled the rage of battle, but the general anger still remained. She could barely muster a snarl when Domino waved toward her. She was covered in sweat. Her hair was a mess. Domino's fingers had left a noticeable mark on her belly. Her lips tried to curl to convey anger, but they did not stay. The pain stayed on her face.

"Yeah... I bet you liked it. Pervert." She hissed, more exhausted and irritated than angry. Her fire had burned out. She fidgeted against the ropes, once, twice, finally managing to get her leg through them on the third as she stumbled out of the ring, almost falling to the floor as she caught herself on the barricade. She waved off the help of the AFW personnel, insisting to walk back on her own.

Domino's expression flattens with the Wild Card's response. "Ugh. Yeah. You're hot. But that doesn't make me a pervert!," he argues. Sure, he realizes that it's probably pointless, but... but come on! She's been calling him that a lot! He can't just not deny it, can he?

Once she's ambled down to the ground level, Domino follows suit and slips between the ropes as well. Boots land with a soft thud, and he puts on another smile - a softer one this time. The young model makes his way towards the backstage area after her, favoring his midsection with a forearm. The other arm is busy slapping a train of high-fives on the way to the curtain.

Winner by submission: Domino