Emily Anderson vs Drake "Domino" Vyril

[Cpkeyes]

It would be the first time Emily had ever fought a male opponent,well, outside of training that is. The thought of it actually did excite her, if only just to see what it was like. Her entrance music began to play and Emily spate the gum she was chewing into a trash can and then ran out of the entrance, a big smile on her face as she waved towards the crowd and then flexed. First with one arm, then as she stepped off the ramp, with the other. She really did love her job, win or lose and even with the pain. Through it honestly wasn't a career that would last a long time, Emily didn't really plan on being one of those wrestlers that kept in the game long after she had gone past her prime, she might as well make as much money as she could from this as long as she was in good health and enjoyed the job.

She rolled under the rope, flexing again and waving towards the crowd, before resting on the turnbuckle, waiting for her opponent.

[CyanDimitrik]

It isn't the first time Domino had faced a female. He's tangled with a few in unofficial bouts, but more importantly, he'd already debuted in LAW against a girl. But is he used to it? Absolutely not. It's a whole other animal. When wrestling a guy, the scant outfits, grappling, and pinning are just a matter of course. However, when his opponent is an attractive female, all of those things take on a distinctly different tune. He's not sure he'll be able to keep up with the management's 'suggestion' much longer in good conscience, but the temptation is very real.

Tonight's bout is against a girl he's unfamiliar with, like so many others. What research he did on her didn't tell him much. She's kind of a big question mark. That's not going to be a problem, though - he considers himself adept at adapting to opponents in the ring. Either way, he plans on giving the audience an electric show. If he's going to climb to the top, that's the only way to do it. New federation - new opportunities.

Domino

The young model is ready by the entrance, waiting for Emily to finish hers. His attire consists of the norm - a pair of black and white trunks, matching boots, and bracers, leaving his sleekly-toned sixpack, defined chest, arms, and thighs bare to the audience. He bobs anxiously in place as he hears it wind down, getting the blood flowing and his energy spiking.

His horribly generic techno music hits - he really needs to get that fixed. His name is called. The curtain is thrown back. Domino strides out onto the ramp and thrusts his right fist into the air with a radiant, confident smile. "Yeah! Let's do this!," he shouts to the crowd. They're still on the fence about mixed matches invading their otherwise strictly-female federation, but they're starting to come around.

Domino starts a spirited jog down the ramp to the ring, left hand raised to slap a train of highfives en route. It's the most he's getting out of them for now - he's too new to this particular federation for much else, and the only other Japanese federation he'd wrestled for grossly underbilled him. It's no shock that most of them have no idea who he is. He isn't letting it wear on him, however.

Upon reaching the edge of the ring, he hops up onto the apron and slips between the ropes. Turning, he promptly rushes up the closest turnbuckle to perch on its middle rope, facing out over the crowd. His right fist lifts into the air again, still wearing that confident smile. He then points out at the audience with a sweeping motion, nodding to them before hopping back with a spin to face his opponent.

Well, she's attractive, in that sporty way. Hard not to notice her. And once the referee-girl checks him over and gives him the go-ahead, he steps forward to the center of the ring and offers his hand out to her. "Hey! Let's have a good match, yeah?," he shouts to her over the general roar of the stadium.

[Cpkeyes]

Emily jogged in place as her opponent began to make his way to the ring, not really paying any real attention to him. Not out of a sense of trying to insult him, she just didn't really care to see her opponent enter the ring at this point. She wasn't some big famous superstar, so she saw no point in acting angry, enthusiastic or annoyed for the camera's. At least not yet. Her opponent today seemed to be rather confident in himself, seemed to be one of those 'underbilled but experienced' kinda dudes. The majority of professional wrestlers in this day and age it seemed.

She nodded to him and smirked, stepping forward and grabbing his hand. "Right back at you" She said in response to his quarry, through unlike him she didn't shout it, not wanting to actually be heard by anyone outside of the ring.

[CyanDimitrik]

The gesture was enough for the audience to get it, at least, whether or not they heard her. Alas!

Hands clasped for the sporting handshake, Domino steps back at the behest of the referee-girl. "Just don't be mad when I'm the one on top for the three-count!," he teases with a smirk of his own.

The referee-girl signals the bell to begin the match. *DING*

Light steps bring Domino to circle with her, looking for an opportune opening. His frame tilts forward, hands lifted at the ready to grapple with her at a moment's notice. Those dark purple eyes track her movements carefully, his frame poised and tensed like a wound spring-coil. Suddenly, he moves forward and reaches for her to kick off the match in traditional fashion; hand go for her collar and shoulder in a lockup!

If all follows, his boots plant against the mat and the streamlined musculature through his body flexes as he pours his strength into the struggle, attempting to overpower her and force her into a backward arch!

[Cpkeyes]

Emily wasn't one to be a sore sport and was one who liked going with tradition, after all, they were traditions for a reason. She stretched here arms, rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles and tiled forward into a stance, circling around her opponent, trying to get a feel for his style and such and such.

She would take part in the lock up, again as per tradition, through she was much used to female opponents, not taking in account the fact that she was facing up against a man this time, a mistake that would prove to be rather costly at the moment. Through she was strong, strong enough to hold out a while in fact, she was slowing being overpowered by Domino, back arching backwards.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino rather likes that - it's a good start, doesn't subvert the audience's expectations, and shows them both to be competitors of equal integrity. Or at least, that's the impression it gives from the start. No tricks, just a lockup and struggle. He's also impressed that she's standing up to him as she is. She doesn't appear to be a very thick or robust female. Her athleticism is speaking for itself here, however. And as the contest carries on, the more they pour into the struggle, the more their defined forms flex and tense.

At last, she begins to cave under his pressure. She begins the backwards arch, and tit becomes easier the more leverage he takes from her. He steps in and lowers with her, guiding her lower back to set across his upturned knee. Once in place, he releases the grapple and instead sets his hands against her thigh and chin. Both push downwards to transition their lockup into a backbreaker submission hold, forcing her spine to arch. The side consequence would be a flattering view of her toned body stretched to the cameras, despite whatever pain is coming with the hold!

Though this feels like a good opportunity to say something to the attractive, sporty girl in his clutches, Domino passes for now. He doesn't want to cheapen the moment. He instead focuses on keeping her locked down, steadily pushing the back of her head further towards the mat. Compliments can come later.

[Cpkeyes]

She felt her back beginning to arch over the man’s knee, Emily internally prepping herself for the coming pain, wondering how much this was gonna hurt and if she would need a chiropractor after this. She did know a good one that was actually fairly close to this stadium, perhaps as a keen business decision. She placed an hand on the hand holding down her chin, grunting loudly as the pain began to settle in, shooting up and down her spine, she didn’t scream in pain, but clearly was uncomfortable and hurting right now.

She bit her teeth, wondering if her arm was long enough to smack the man in the head, as the seconds passed by, she figured it was worth a shot. She would try to get a jab in on the man’s hand, not much force put into it due to the angle and her current situation, but hopefully enough to give a reprieve and some backback.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino steadily pumps his arms downwards, arching Emily further over his knee, giving the cameras and audience plenty to soak in. Of course, that's incidental. He's mostly interested in wearing her down. And to his surprise, there's a whap at his head! He tilts his head aside, away from the offending hand, giving her that brief moment of decreased pressure along her spine.

He smirks. If she wants to add a little something to the hold, he can do that as well! The hand at her thigh lifts, only to slam back down against her bare, taut stomach! And after the impact, he intends to grind his knuckles into her abdominals just to make it more agonizing.

[Cpkeyes]

Through the result was not exactly what she wanted, she had to take what she could get, audibly signing in relief as some presssure was released from her spin, some pain beginning to fade away thanks to the release of her thigh. She took in a deep breath, savoring the moment.

Of course, it was quickly tracking away by Domino slamming his hand into her stomach, causing her to grunt and slightly kick at the sudden onrush of pain, she grunted again when he started grinding his knuckles further into her stomach, biting her lip to help dull the pain. At first she tried to pull the arm away, but then designed wack him a few more times, along with using her elbow.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino smirks as her digs his knuckles into the taut skin of her belly, trying to work those abdominals. She has a pretty decent body; the more he works it over, the more it becomes apparent. But naturally, she's not going to just let him continue to abuse her. Some strikes begin to rain in more consistently. It doesn't take long for him to abandon the hold! He shoves against her to roll her off his knee.

Leaning down, he attempts to grab ahold of her by the hair to tug her up to her feet, only to move his hands to her shoulder and arm. If all goes according to plan, the girl will find herself Irish whip'd into the furthest turnbuckle!