Domino was told he had a match tonight against a girl. He wasn't given a name. The general tenor he took from it was that they didn't yet know who they were setting him up against, just that they wanted him in the ring. He's okay with that. He can't expect to get top billing in a new federation right off the bat. He needs to build his momentum, show this audience what he's capable of, and that he deserves their support.
Granted, most of the audience is usually just drooling or yelling at him to yank various clothing articles off his opponents. But nevermind that! He's here to fight! Even if against attractive girls.
how did it come to this
The young grappler tugs his shirt off and tucks it away into his locker. Next to follow, his shorts. This leaves him only in his wrestling gear, consisting of a pair of black and white trunks, boots, and bracers. The streamlined muscle of his arms and thighs are left bare, along with his toned chest and sleek six-packed abdominals. A final look in the mirror to confirm everything is as it should be, and he's off!
Kohaku. He's not familiar with that name. He'd met a number of girls from this federation,but hasn't encountered a single one since becoming a part of it. That streak remains intact. But that crowd really seems into her entrance. A part of him wants to peek through and get a look at what all the hub-bub's about, but that might ruin the magic. Can't let anyone get a look at him before his introduction!
And there it is, that awesome, inspiring... completely generic techno throb he's still yet to fix. Someday, he assures himself. Someday. His name is called, and he throws back the curtain to step out into view. A radiant smile is worn on his face, right fist raised in salute to the roaring crowd. He takes off at a spirited jog down the ramp, left hand extended to slap a trail of... well, a few high-fives. They're still coming around. He still represents those damn dirty Y-chromosomes creeping into their ladies' wrestling federation.
Hopping up onto the ring apron, he slips between the ropes and rushes up the nearest turnbuckle. There, he points out over the audience and shoots a wink with a roguish smile. At last, he hops down from his perch and turns to face his opponent.
His bikini-wearing opponent. Who looks incredibly cute.
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Ah- hey. You better be ready for this!," he calls to her. "
I'm not gonna go easy on you!" Really! Probably. Unless it really seems like he might be genuinely harming her past what's necessary. Look, mixed wrestling is taking some getting used-to!
Still, the referee-girl is taking her time pawing him over for foreign objects. "Easy now," he admonishes at her, who just continues.
