We're Doing What Now? - Domino vs. Arlise Christiaens (Apartment PoW Match)

[CyanDimitrik]

Apartment Match
Victory earned through Pinfall, Submission, or KO
PoW Stipulation Included

This new federation is taking a lot of getting used-to, and Domino is giving it a good ol' college try. Because this is the federation he's cast his lot with. Where else does he have to turn? His home federation in America kept him firmly in his father's shadow, as almost a joke. The federation he moved to Japan for caught wind of his modeling and refused to give him the props he deserved for his performance. And this federation is giving him some opportunities to get matches, but the direction he's gotten from management (spice it up, do sexy pins, etc) and the.. gimmicks.. of some of these matches have him questioning if this was more of a lateral transition.

Take this match for example.

Domino is just arriving at an apartment, with a referee-girl and a camera. He's instructed to 'make himself at home' which could mean any damn thing under these circumstances. But he slips out of his shoes and socks and pads a little further into the main room. He's guessing he's the first one here, but it's hard to say. He's wearing a pair of black slacks with a pristine white button-up, the top few buttons left undone. Beneath that, he's wearing his black and white trunks. He expects he'll be stripping before the wrestling begins.

"So, what, I just.. I dunno, wait? Chill out? Order pizza?," asks the flabbergasted model. The referee-girl looks at the cameraman, as if Domino were from space, and he sighs. Opting instead to roam the apartment, he makes his way towards the bedroom. "Hello~? You here yet, uh, Arlise?" He doesn't know anything about his opponent other than her name. Given the stipulations, he's hoping she isn't humongous or ugly. And that she isn't a horrible person. God forbid he lose to a monster in a situation like this.

[Winter]

Arlise doubted she would need to bother explaining her casual lateness. It wouldn't do to have people concern themselves with the knowledge that she had spent the extra minutes trying on two extra outfits to ensure they did not look more...apartment match than the one she had selected. In the end, she had chosen her original lean, something that looked incredibly suitable for fighting in an apartment setting.

Specifically, for fighting a man in an apartment setting. As she strolled carefully through the hall, she lidded her eyes. With this her second POW match, she had no intentions to become the prisoner a second time, as well. Any small advantage she could take, she would take. While she didn't know how to best distract a masculine figure she had never met, she assumed one out of the cleavage, the midriff, the legs, or her bare feet might attain his attention. Whose attention wouldn't she attain?

Smirking to herself as she neared the correct door, Lise prepped herself briefly for this apartment scenario. Private, intimate, not so much unlike the sessions she had been organizing, albiet with a camera to record the action. She had been quite excited to try her talents in such a match all week, given her skills lent themselves to the cramped, delicate setting.

She was surprised to hear her name, though not directed at her, as she pushed the door open lightly and peeped into the dimly lit but homey room. She quirked a red eyebrow, curiously studying the referee girl, who in turn flicked a painted thumb over her shoulder towards a man at the far end of the apartment.

Lise squinted at him as she stepped fully inside. "Yes?"

Matching tight blue short shorts

[CyanDimitrik]

The door opens, but Domino doesn't catch it at first. It's only when she speaks that he turns to the new arrival.

"Oh, hey- oh."

That 'oh' means a lot of things. It means 'Oh, you're here.' It means, 'Oh, you're dressed nicely.' It means 'Oh, you're surprisingly beautiful.' It also means 'Oh, I am in way over my head.'

Domino's gaze instinctively dips from her face to her body, conveniently wearing a rather transparent top. When he realizes what he's doing, the model's dark purple gaze snaps back up to her face, and he clears his throat. In hopes of distracting from what he was just doing, he offers a, "Like the outfit. Covered up a little more than I would've thought, though."

Well, it started as a comment geared to distracting from the obvious noticing of her looks. Domino enters repair mode: "I mean, for the ring." But there isn't a ring. Keep digging! "Like myself, see - this? This is just for modesty's sake." He flicks his fingers against the collar of his button-up. And to hopefully seal the deal, he kneads his fingers down the line of buttons closing the top, until it finally opens to offer a glimpse at the toned, sleek body beneath. As he moves along, he finds his equilibrium again, model training kicking in to play the game of using his body to tease and entice. His shoulders roll to shrug out of the garment, at last fully exposing his upper-body, from defined six-packed abdominals and firm chest to smoothly lean arms. The shirt is drawn into his left hand and then, in a single, smooth motion, whisks it away to land atop a desk.

Domino

But he doesn't stop there. His hands move to his slacks, unfastening the belt and button. He slides it down his hips, revealing a pair of black and white wrestling trunks, brief-style, and not an article further. When he steps out of the slacks, he kicks them aside to expertly land them on the desk with his shirt, legs now all but bare.

His arms lift, pulling his toned body taut and deliberately on display as he stretches. "Mnh.. so.. how do you wanna do this? Never done an apartment match before," he admits.

[Winter]

Arlise had been the recipient of enough ohs that she could interpret her apparent opponent's.

Resisting the temptation to react with a pleased, confident smile, the redhead only narrowed her eyes at him as she judged her opponent-to-be. Her history with wrestling men ranged from fun experiences to among the worst of her career when they proved to be either cocky and obnoxiously strong or cocky and obnoxiously poor wrestlers that she dispatched with ease. Yes, mostly the cocky ones.

The one before her was plainly handsome and looked a clear athlete, as Lise's eyes slid over him with her hands on her hips, but she didn't presume anything until he opened his mouth to say more.

And she quirked an eyebrow. Obviously, after that reaction, she would expect him to comment on her appearance, but certainly not in the way he did. Of all the observations that he could make...

Lise shifted onto one foot as she watched him undress, still trying to deign who she dealt with beyond an especially fit man who, if he did prove an enjoyable opponent, would make for quite the prisoner at the end of the night. Never prone to shame, her eyes rested a noticeable few seconds on his trunks to gauge him there once he was fully down into his wrestling gear, and she did not find him wanting.

She sucked in a breath as he finished. Alright, she was very willing to see who she had here. "You presume too much," she announced, before gripping the bottom of her transparent top and shimmying, twisting her curves until it had slipped off of her head, leaving her in nothing but her blue two-piece ensemble.

With it cast towards an empty corner, making a show of being absorbed in her own appearance as she glanced down at herself rather than at him (a test she found to be helpful in the past), she casually answered him. "To tell you the truth, I would recommend starting in the most comfortable place." Her eyes slid towards the prop couch, then the bedroom. "I'm sure neither of us want to strike a wooden floor if we fall."

[CyanDimitrik]

She's a minxy devil. Domino can tell it the moment she checked him out - which he totally caught. He's not going to play it up, though. Not here, not now at least. Some things are better left to settle and come forward in their own time. But he absolutely caught that. She didn't seem to care if he did, but he's filing it away for now.

That analysis of his redheaded opponent only furthers the more she speaks. He presumes too much! What a classy turn of phrase she's giving him. Either she's fun, or curiously aristocratic. He prefers to think the former. It always makes wrestling more entertaining, and frankly, wrestling in weird or awkward situations much more comfortable. The idea of being someone's 'property' still worries him, but if it turns out that she's good a personality he can click with - well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

That train of thought leads him right to the opposite as she disrobes. Owning her would be even better. She's fit, toned, curvy just the right amount, exudes confidence... she's firing on all cylinders; his type'a girl. Even the attire she picked is perfect.

At last, he allows his dark amethyst gaze to break from admiring her to the couch at the side. It's rather unimpressive, and he's sure in no time flat, either would fall right off to the floor anyway. Then he looks back to the bedroom, considering it. The bed was massive. If they had to pick one, that's where he'd prefer.

"See, the strategist in me...," Domino begins with a coyly playful tone, "...he'd choose to slam you down against that hard floor anyway. More effective. But..."

He inches back into the bedroom and offers a hand towards her, palm upturned invitingly. "Special match. Special venue. Special reward. I'm thinking it might be nice to take our time. More of a chance to get to know each other."

It's an effort to gauge the girl's affability; her personality beyond the confidence. Is she easy to get along with? Haughty? Will this be a fun competition, and no doubt stay fun the rest of the time together? Or will this be more about force and callousness? To be fair, there'll probably be a fair amount of force involved on his end. Domino doesn't wrestle gently. Especially when he really wants the win.

[Winter]

Hmm.

Ever one to assume character before she fully understood, an eccentricity she remained oblivious to, Lise was surprised by her own uncertainty as to the man in front of her. He continued to gape at her, struck her as confident, yet to her ears, his words proved...awkward. Clearly not blind, and clearly realized he himself looked quite attractive...

However, as she processed his words, she continued to mull him. At least he would treat her no different as a lady, if he brazenly spoke about slamming her onto the floor... Nonetheless, the words struck her as unexpected for the type of man she believed herself to be standing before in her skimpiest wrestling attire.

Fair, though. It was not as if Lise would hold back, either, and she supposed she had been spoiled by her recent, lightweight sessions in her own apartment. She finally afforded him a faint smirk of amusement.

His next words, and the invitation he made towards the bedroom, was more what she anticipated she would hear after his subtle striptease from moments before. She narrowed her eyes. Perhaps he thought himself the suave one...even if it was not a strength.

However, he seemed interested in her and in the bed. Lise knew how to use that to her advantage.

With purposeful, swaying steps, Lise nodded and strolled past him close enough that, as she brushed both hands through her red hair, it would tickle his chest. "That sounds far better than being slammed on the floor, yes."

[CyanDimitrik]

In a way, Domino is thoroughly amused by this first interaction. He's putting on a show for her benefit; he's feeling her out, trying to get a gauge on her. She was blatantly checking him out before, and a part of him is telling him she's fluffing her hair now, hips a-sway, for his benefit. Is this the apartment match equivalent to prowling around each other in the ring, ready to strike?

She enters the spacious bedroom first. A flat screen television, dresser, desk in the corner, closet - likely empty, by Domino's guess - centered with an absurdly large bed and a high ceiling. Clearly they had a certain idea in mind when it came to decorations. No futons here would suffice. And though the hardwood floors are classy, it'd be notably more unforgiving than the mats usually covering a wrestling ring. Alternatively, the bed would be going the total opposite direction, being extremely plush.

Domino follows the girl in and lingers just a little behind her, taking a moment to check her out from every angle. That skimpy bikini is doing her every justice she no doubt intended; likely more for the camera than for him, but he's enjoying it nonetheless. He doesn't let it play too hard on his face, however, as he just nips onto his bottom lip to avoid smiling too much.

They have to get this match going. Otherwise, the temptation to just tackle her onto the bed is going to overwhelm his rationality and the aforementioned 'strategist' side. So he moves forward at a quickened clip and reaches out to tap her on the left shoulder while looking to bypass her on the right. Ideally she'll turn to the left to check while he breezes right by in a smoothly unnoticed, even playful trick, ending with him hopping his bare feet onto the bed. A few paces are walked further along the sheets, and he leans down to offer her a hand up into the bed. "Don't keep a guy waiting too long," he invites with a wry uptick at the corner of his lips.

[Winter]

Able to feel her opponent following her, as much as hear him, Lise continued her alluring stroll into the bedroom and let her eyes sweep over the furnishings. By appearance, they were better than those in her apartment (though not by much), but Lise had a distinct belief that if anyone crashed into those furnishings too roughly, most of them would reveal all their flaws as props in a room built for video recorded wrestling matches. She actually found it extremely clever... She would like to have a room just for this.

Though the thought excited her, she let herself return to the moment. She could be excited for this match, despite her desire to play coy with this curious man. She hid a broader smile with her turned back as she neared the bed, ensuring that he didn't notice it. Much could be gained, she believed, if he believed she was the sweet fruit, hard to reach at the top of the tree.

Besides, in that case, if he proved to have a problematic attitude...she could crush him and not be so disappointed that she didn't have the match she would have wanted.

Distracted by her thoughts, the thrum on her shoulder had her cutting her eyes to that side, only for her to feel him whipping by her on the other side. She quirked her eyebrow again, eyeing his...enthusiasm?...as he hopped up onto the bed.

Lise's judgment of him was trending towards dork...and dorks, she did not mind at all.

However, still playing her little game, she did look down as he offered his hand, hiding another smile. No, no, she couldn't have that show of delicacy. Instead, she planted her hands on the mattress and nimbly hopped until her feet reached the edge and she could push herself up before him, a show of athleticism that she completed with a challenging look. "If you were waiting on me, you're moving backwards."

[CyanDimitrik]

Dork? Domino's certainly been called worse, and he'd likely admit that it's at least a little true. Of course, only in private. He does have an image to maintain overall, if he's going to get anywhere in this federation. God knows he doesn't want a repeat of his career among federations-of-yore. Butt as it is, he can't even tell the girl is smiling. She's so aloof, so guarded! It certainly adds a level of mystery, and that isn't entirely unappreciated. It certainly keeps things interesting - not to mention more rewarding, once she opens up a little. And the nice thing about professional wrestling is that it so rarely allows mystique in the ring.

They're mostly nude and grappling at each other, after all.

His hand is bypassed, and Domino props it to his hip with a wry smirk playing on his face. "That so? Is that what's going on?," he asks, a lilt of playful defiance in his voice.

Without further warning, the young model suddenly reaches forward to attempt grappling with her in a standard, if snappy lockup. The first time his hands are placed upon her, they alight on her bare shoulder and neck, hoping to take her by surprise and instantly bear the redhead down. He'll be crouching with the motion, with the ultimate goal of forcing her back to arch tight over an upturned knee in a backbreaker-esque hold. And should he secure her there, one hand gets to remain at her collar, the other moving to her smooth thigh, fingers digging in to push both sides down and apply a painful arch!

[Winter]

She thought she might have had him with that line, given the look he gave her.

And having him was precisely what she wanted. Letting the tension of the line drip for an extra moment as she straightened her back for presentation of her full chest, hoping it garnered his attention, Lise plotted a quick surprise after she urged his guard to drop for just one...more...beat...

He acted a half-second before she struck out to take a grab at one of his arms to take him down into an armbar, and her hands were completely out of position to defend herself. With only a token effort to defend herself, hindered by bad balance on the bed, Lise felt her feet both slip out from under her as his knee tripped her up.

Her gasp was audible in the room as her eyes grew wide, and almost as if the two had planned the move, she sank too prettily down into his trap, her pale, curvy figure arched over his knee and defenseless. The redhead, gasping again, kicked her feet to find purchase, but not before he wrenched down on her and bent her more compactly around his knee.

"AGG- NNN!", she squealed in surprise, the sound choked out by the uncomfortable curve of her stomach as she froze up from the sudden onset of pain from a hold she could only remember being applied on her successfully once before.