L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

"You alright, sunshine?" Brielle asked, "I wouldn't want anything happening to you, love!" She continued, adding even more pressure to the hold. "Let me know when it is too much for ya!"

"If you can..." she chuckled, her breath gracing his ear. Brielle didn't want it to stop, but she was genuinely curious about how long Domino could endure such a punishing hold. The lack of oxygen, the pressure on his torso, her own weight, and the immense effort to stay awake... everything falling onto the model wrestler at once.

Bagging a W over such a pretty boy this quickly would certainly be something to celebrate for the goth wrestler. And something she would never let her opponent live down. They seemed to be heading in that direction after all.

Or at least, that's what she thought-

Brielle felt a sudden, unexpected grip on her arm. Domino was trying to pull her, but rather than breaking the hold, it was as if he intended to get back to his feet, with her still on his back.

"What... are you..." Brielle was confused, but after rocking himself from side to side, the model finally gathered enough momentum to balance himself to a position where he could head to the ropes, carrying Brielle in tow until he dived, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope.

-BREAK- The referee girl called.

Brielle's eyes shot wide open; her expression was unreadable for a couple of seconds, a mixture of anger and... surprise, perhaps even a hint of admiration. A devilish smile found its way to her lips shortly after.

"My, My... you keep surprising me, dear..." she whispered directly into his ear before releasing him and walking back a few steps.

"I wonder... what else can you do?" The goth wrestler stood in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips, while she waited for the model to catch his breath.

When Domino is released, he keeps one arm wrapped around the bottom rope to discourage any immediate followup. And after a few seconds of the referee-girl lingering nearby and ensuring he hasn't suffered any lingering damage from an overzealous submission hold, the model is finding his footing again. First with a knee tucking beneath himself. Then with a push up from the other leg, climbing the ropes like a flexible ladder.

At last, Domino turns around to rest his back against the cables and face her. And there she is; looking confident. Even cocky. And though he's breathing now through parted lips, he has to give a small smirk.

"I'll tell ya," he says, moving a hand to rub his neck. "I'm about to put my right boot.. into your head... in a kick. S'gonna happen fast." He straightens his posture, amethyst gaze positively gleaming with challenging energy.

It's a Hell of an arrogant thing, telegraphing a move like that. With so much information, no less! One would have to be a very confident, perhaps even cocky person to do it! But Domino... seems to mean it, if one were to judge from his wild, eager smile. And despite the strain and struggle he'd endured, he suddenly flashes forward with intense purpose!

The right knee lifts to chamber!

..Nothing! It's an absolute fakeout designed to cause her to flinch. Playing into the ego, playing into the theater, showing no sign of self-doubt in the moment. But ultimately, an attack does come. What was promising to be a superkick aimed for her jaw has morphed into a lower superkick aimed for her left knee, intent to take her balance out in a startling and painful redirection.

And, of course, the fulfillment of that promise is destined to come, if all goes according to his unreasonably cheeky plan. If Brielle finds herself dropped to a knee, in that very moment, Domino's right leg swings out to attempt to collide his boot with the side of her head in a whipping kick, resolved in a smooth spin.