Alexis Parker VS Domino

Alexis twitches as the submission hold, murmuring in pain trying her hardest not to tap. She raises her leg trying to build momentum to try and kick him in the head to break out of the submission. If successful she would roll on the mat and jump up to a vertical base and Irish whip him into the corner, following it up with a drop kick.

Domino's position over her keeps the kick from gaining too much momentum, but to her credit, the squirming is enough to prevent him from really securing a firm grip on her lower region. In the end, it sees the girl bumping his shoulder with a leg and causing him to spill her to the mat. And just like that, she's on her feet again, but this time making a grab for him. Surprised, Domino finds himself grabbed and whipped towards the ropes. Boots thud heavily across the mat and he pivots, straining the ropes against his back. The dark-haired teen launches towards her again, and is received with a pair of feet to the chest.

The impact is enough to bash Domino flat on his back, winded. "Nngg..."

Alexis leaps over the teen, climbing to the top rope, closing her eyes, praying almost as she flips backwards off hit trying to hit her signature moonsault, back flipping off the top, she lands with her body hitting his, clinging to her belly from the previous shots before, that moonsault defiantly didn't help anything. Only the lionsault to go. Staggering to her feet she makes sure the male is still on the ground.

That dropkick did a number on his lungs! Domino's still coughing by the time Alexis has scurried up the turnbuckle. He squints through the overhead lighting, trying to gain his bearings, hearing the audience give a loud pop for some reason... and catches a glimpse of a bikini'd body in the air moments before she impacts across his midsection belly-first.

Domino curls around her body, recoiling, his sleekly-toned six-pack absorbing a lot of the punishment, but splashes are never a gentle thing. Those dark purple eyes are widened, and the moment she's off of him, he turns over onto his side, curled into the fetal position. "Guhh..." It's about all he can vocalize just yet. He knows he has to move or get up, but he can't spur his body into action just yet. That screaming ache in his midsection won't let him. For the moment, he just lies there on his side on the mat beside Alexis, staring up at her.

Alexis posing for the crowd, pandering to them almost, bounces off the ropes and smiles looking down at him as she leaps over him. The crowd loving the new found fight in her. Jumping she springs off the middle rope and preforms another moonsault, but this time its the lionsault.

Once again her body comes crashing down on top of him, fighting the pain of her own she hooks the buckling legs of Domino, pinning him after hitting the signature then finisher for her first time in AFW. The ref slides into position and slaps the mat "ONE..." Alexis face lights up. Thinking she's done it. She's gotten her first win all she needs is two more seconds, two more slaps of the mat is all that stands between her and her first win! That is, if Domino stay's down long enough. She can almost feel him come too at that moment the first slap hit the mat.

Splashes are a tough thing to recover from. And this one came clear out of Egypt. The most Domino's managing to do is roll over onto his back, which has the unfortunate side-effect of making his body more open to the girl's follow-up splash. "Hrrk!" The teen spasms under her, then falls limp, seemingly ripe for a pin. Naturally, the audience is eating it up.

Domino can't form words yet. His body has been crushed twice now under her, so he doesn't appear to be going anywhere. Depending on how she's lying over him, she'll either be getting hot breath washing over her face, shoulder, or the back of her neck. Alexis' body is raised and lowered with each hard, heavy breath from the male, one hand coming to rest at her waist. His heart is hammering in his chest, mind racing to get back into the match, to overcome the agonizing pain in his midsection...

"TWO!..." Alexis heart skips a beat, one more second and she would have won her first match, she wouldn't feel as useless as she was before. Looking at him, watching him stir a little she closed her eyes to pray. "Please..please...please..please.."she repeated over and over again, watching the ref raise her hand for the third and final time she couldn't help but look. Her eyes frozen on that spot.

"Nng..."

Amethyst eyes roll to the referee, noting her count. She lifts her hand again. Domino grits his teeth. Not another loss to a newbie. That kind of thing would surely drop him right back out of the running for a title shot. His body tenses, every muscle coiling, and Alexis can likely feel that build-up in him. The ref's hand swings down, and-

Kickout!

Her hand stops just short of the mat, and she waves her arms to signify no pinfall.

Domino still lies back on the mat for a moment, simply to pant, his body coated in a light sheen of sweat. That was close. Way too close. He nearly bit it for playing nice a second time. "Almost... almost had me...," he mumbles to the redhead.

Alexis would kneel up, holding her head in her hands trying not to let out tears. She wanted to win so badly, she nearly had it. To come so close and put everything on the line so far, and it still wasn't enough. The match was far from over though, she gets up to her feet and wipes some sweat from her brow.

"C-Come on..I'm not finished..." she says, letting the sweat covered teen to get up on his feet. Her face is visibly disappointed with the two count. Her gut calls to her again with a sharp pain from those splashes, she covers it with one arm. The other in a fighting stance. "I'll do whatever I can to get this win...I'm sorry... she focuses on his movements trying to call each step he takes.

Domino can sense the girl's frustration. It's almost physically palpable. But she wasn't the only one who really wanted to come out on top. One of them has to be disappointed... and it's not gonna be him tonight!

The teen rolls onto his side, then pushes up to his feet with a grunt. "Good. It's gonna get a little rougher...," he warns. His hands lift, as if inviting a lockup with her again. Though the moment he closes in with her, he skirts to the side and torques his left forearm up, hoping to crash his bicep against her jaw in an uppercut. Or, well, what the professional wrestling world considers an uppercut.

At least it isn't a punch!