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?"

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle respected Domino... up to a certain point, out of all the people she had fought in the promotion so far, he was one of the few that were genuinely fun to throw down with. And, it was clear that he did care about her, but his true motivations lay somewhere else, far from being out of simple altruism. There was a certain deviousness surrounding him... And Brielle knew very well how to detect it.

His smirk, that look in his eyes, and the words that followed his explanation about why he was there. It was all the confirmation she needed.

"Oh, is that so?" Brielle hissed back at the model. She was well aware of how much he had "enjoyed" that pin at the end of their match. Heck! Maybe it was mutual, even. But Brielle wasn't just going to lie there with her arms crossed, not even in her current exhausted state. What would be the fun in that?

But... that touch, his hand going low and gracing her chin, as if it needed to be more obvious.

She sharply looked at Domino straight in the eyes, smiling. Clenching her fists as she answered his question with another.

"Do you really want to know, love?"

[CyanDimitrik]

There's a certain tension in the air that Domino could detect from her. Nothing would ever really be easy with this goth, but then, is anything ever when it comes to goth chicks? The thought amuses him; chased shortly after by running the potential scenarios that might soon follow through his mind. Her hands balling into fists... she seems like she's going to hit him. Is that the goal? To take a light 'round two'?

He can't wait to find out what she's thinking.

"I do," he replies, the thumb lightly brushing her chin. He can't tell if she's angry or... well, no. Not angry. More like a wildcat, maybe. Unpredictable, a bit on the savage side. His dark gaze steadies on hers, studying her closely. And, well, bracing to be hit.

[Afterhoursclub]

Crossing stares with the model in the middle of the lonely locker room, a space where no other soul was present besides them, simply felt like a continuation of their steamy encounter in the ring. The tension was palpable; it seemed like the calm after a storm, the only question was... which one of them would dare to break it first.

Who would make the first move... and what exactly would that move be?

By now, Brielle was sure they both knew what was going to happen next; they had a pretty good idea, given how their match had ended. And judging by how it had left them both feeling... perhaps, it was something that they both wished for, but none would come right out and say it out loud. It was much more fun to slowly discover it while forcing the other into submission.

Brielle unclenched her fists, carefully raising her hands until she was holding Domino's one in her palms. There, the devilish goth pulled it closer to her lips and, with one swift motion, bit the thumb that was just gracing her chin. Never breaking eye contact with the model.

Holding the thumb between the upper and lower incisors, she didn't apply enough pressure to hurt him, but she did use enough force to make him react. A dare, perhaps to see how he would react, but already having an idea in mind.

"Find out for yourself!"

Brielle uttered, letting go of the bite but keeping her grip on Domino's hand, the Brit pulled the model down and balled one of her hands into a fist, quickly delivering a resounding punch to Domino's slick abs. If she were lucky, the punch would cause the man to hunch over, in a better position for her to continue with her sudden offense.

She would raise her legs next and kick Domino across his shoulders as he was leaning down, hopefully propelling him backward in an attempt to topple him.

[CyanDimitrik]

Of all the things Domino might have expected from Brielle, being bitten wasn't one of them. And yet, a part of him will reflect on this and realize he should have. Something about goth girls and vampires. Maybe it's an oral fixation. Who the Hell knows. But in this precise moment, all he can think is:

'WAAAHH!'

That manifests outwardly in a startled recoil when she bites onto the finger, the sting immediately registering. But it's not hard enough to break skin, much less lose him a digit. So he quickly relaxes again, wiggling the thumb around haplessly. "Don't talk with your mouth full, babe," he chides glibly.

She punches him. He might've deserved it after that crack. But the bite was distracting enough to keep him from bracing against that body blow, forcing him to double over. "Unfh!" She follows it up with a kick, knocking him over to hit the floor flat on his back. For as stiff as a wrestling mat can be, it's certainly nicer than a locker room floor, and instantly the shock of stiff pain erupts along his spine and behind his shoulders, forcing him to arch upwards.

[Afterhoursclub]

The feeling of her boots colliding with the model's physique was just as satisfactory as Brielle remembered from their match. The goth let out a low chuckle after Domino fell to the floor in a heap, reeling from the strike.

"No, no... pretty boy..." She started teasing again, "Don't you think for a second that things will be this easy for you!" Fixing her eyes on the downed wrestler, taking a moment to enjoy the view. She certainly wasn't expecting this turn of events, not even when she first saw him entering the room; there were at least a dozen different scenarios that could have happened... But for the devilish goth, few things beat a nice tussle, especially if her opponent was someone like... him.

"You got your win, darlin'- And the crowd loved it, I'm sure..." She leaned forward, making sure Domino could hear her well. "But here, it's just the two of us"

"And I'm gonna enjoy kicking your butt in private!"

Having said this, Brielle pushed herself up, finally standing for the first time since she entered the room. But, as soon as she attempted to take one step, her knee buckled... causing her to briefly lose balance for a second...

"Ugh... damnit-" She gritted her teeth. As much as she wanted to charge right away, as she would normally do, she couldn't; Her body was still feeling the effects of the match, causing every move to lack precision...

[CyanDimitrik]

A quiet groan escapes Domino as he starts to settle from the writhing impact of his back against the hard floor. Hearing her, however, he brings himself to prop up onto an elbow, head lifting to look at her. "Hah.. hahah.. good.." He pushes himself to sit up, tucking one knee as he prepares to get up again. "Doing things the easy way seems less fun with you."

He's flat-footed. She would've been in the perfect position to capitalize on him. But he notices her buckle, the wear and tear on her body from their previous match taking its toll on her. And seeing his opportunity, he shoves his way to his feet. His left hand moves to her chest with speed and force, intent on shoving her right back against the wall again. But the right hand comes swinging in low, hoping to drill into the very abdominals that were the recent point of interest, hoping to stun her.

"Somethin' tells me you wouldn't have it any other way."