Unexpected Domino Effect - Brielle & Domino.

[Afterhoursclub]

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.

[Afterhoursclub]

It was quiet, besides the distant humming of the crowd and the occasional light flickering.

"Hmm, a company this big and they can't keep the lights on!" Brielle thought to herself. She closed her eyes as she leaned against the wall, resting from the exhaustion of the encounter. Her mind drifted away, almost falling asleep right there and then...

until...

"What?!" She was startled by a familiar voice, breaking up her trance and bringing her back to reality abruptly. The goth girl turned her head with a shocked expression, only for her eyes to meet the last person she was expecting to see right now:

Domino.

Brielle fixed her eyes on the model for several seconds, genuinely trying to process the image and figure out how to react. By the looks of it, and much like herself, he seemed to have come here straight from the ring without stopping for a bath at the lockers or even brushing his face with a towel... they looked the same way as when they finished their encounter mere moments ago.

After staring at the model for a beat more, Brielle smiled... the same devilish smile she wore in the ring, leaning her head back against the wall again and looking up at the ceiling.

"Waoh... you really can't get enough of me, can you?" she chuckled.

"The hell are you doing here?!"

"Why aren't you out there celebrating?"

Brielle questioned Domino; she wasn't mad at him or anything, for the model had won fair and square... she was genuinely curious.

"You were yapping about how much this victory meant, and wanting to look all high and mighty... and yet, you are here?"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Other match had to get started, didn't it?," Domino quips back to her, thumbing over his bare shoulder towards the door - and ultimately, the arena abuzz with the next bout. "So no more laurels to rest on. Thought I'd come check on you."

He moves further into the room, gaze dipping to her boots, then back up to her face in an evaluating once-over. "Wanted to make sure you're alright. After, y'know - the kick earlier. And the splash. Or, Hell, maybe I wanted a little more time pinning you." The corner of his lips edge in a smirk; he feels like it's safe to figure she's not going to care whatsoever about his need to ensure she's alright. But the prospect of further contact between them... that's the more telling point.

Coming to a stop in front of her, he reaches to lightly set a knuckle beneath her chin. "How're the abs holding up?"