Unexpected Domino Effect - Brielle & Domino.

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Follow up from (viewtopic.php?t=22088)

LAW Arena
Locker room
9:20 PM

The air was thick with the smell of Clorox and perspiration, bright lights hung from the ceiling, casting their glow over the whole room; aside from Brielle's panting and the distant humming of the crowd, there were no more noises. She was completely alone...

It was a strange occurrence; there were still a few matches left in tonight's card, so she was expecting to see other people, perhaps other wrestlers getting ready for their respective encounters, but even since she stumbled her way from the arena and sat down on one of the benches, not a single soul had crossed her way. She was completely alone...

Perhaps... some of Ashley's reputation had rubbed off on her... with people not wanting to be near a Morgan, especially after having just lost a match. "Hehe... ouch!" She chuckled briefly, instantly regretting it as the fatigue and the pain from the encounter were still very much present in every single muscle of her body.

Bruised and exhausted, her skin covered with a glistening sheen of sweat, Brielle rested her back against the wall behind the bench. Looking up, momentarily closing her eyes while still trying to catch her breath, holding her pained abdomen with one hand, and going through the recent event in her head.

Yeah... she had lost the match, and yeah... she had been beaten in a pretty "decisive" fashion. But far from being angry, or even sad by that fact... Brielle simply accepted it. This is just how things had transpired... and this is just what wrestling was for her... As for her personal record, unless she ever planned to go for any titles in the promotion, it wasn't anything to lose sleep about.

Everything was just a big game for the heelish goth, and Brielle took great joy in simply playing it. Although it was arguably slightly more fun when she was the one dealing the damage.

She took a deep breath, resting up before hitting the showers. Enjoying loneliness inside the locker room...

[CyanDimitrik]

It was a rough match, this one tonight. Maybe not as rough in the conventional sense as some of the others. It didn't lack for physicality or force. But there were definitely more moving parts, more elements to it than Domino is used to in the ring. And especially at the end there, reflecting back on it. Was putting the foot on her too much? In the moment, it felt right. It felt like a thrill. After the fact, it felt disrespectful to someone he didn't actually disrespect.

Dammit, she's right. He is a nice guy. Woof.

He has a solid idea of where she's gone, though. And armed with that, he'd made his way to the locker room, not bothering to take the time to change out of his gear. There's a knock on the door to give her a chance to hide for dignity's sake or answer, before popping it and heading inside.

Domino in the Doorway

"Hey," he greets, still glistening with a thinning layer of sweat from their bout. "Thought I'd check on you."

An easy enough way to greet and break the ice. And to give her a chance to freak out, be angry, or... whatever she might have stirring in her head. His approach is a slightly guarded neutral, unsure how she's going to react to being approached after that. But a part of him suspects it might be much the same way she approached him at the start of their match.