Irene Inger VS Domino

Singles Match
Anything Goes; Hentai Allowed
Win by Pinfall, KO, Submission, or Orgasm
10 Count for Ring Out

Irene Inger



VS

Domino



Irene sat waiting in one of the AFW's dressing rooms, alternating some pre-match stretches with some brief moments of relaxation as she read one of her organic chemistry textbooks. The young academic had trouble prying her nose from between the book's pages even as she sat waiting to be called for today's match. She was trying to relax herself, to focus on something she loved to calm her nerves. She had never met her opponent before, but Irene had heard from reliable sources that most of his past matches had ended in victory for him. Tension matches were always a bit worrisome for the tiny girl, since her opponents were almost always bigger and stronger than her. Irene may have had speed and smarts on her side, but neither of those things would be of much help if her opponent managed to grab her and twist her into a knot.

At the last minute, AFW's managers had decided to make the crowd-pleasing announcement that hentai tactics would be allowed in the match as well, so the thought of what might happen if her opponent got his arms around her made the young girl's heart race. Fortunately, she had come prepared, with a little ketamine sleeping potion, concealed in a small, plastic tube tucked safely inside her left boot. When she gave her man a taste of this, he would soon be falling for her, literally!

Suddenly, a light flashed in the dressing room to alert Irene that it was almost time for her to go on. The girl quickly finished putting on her clothes – a pair of black, tight fitting shorts and a black sports bra. She wore one of her long, white lab coats over the whole thing, just so she wouldn't have to bare herself before the fight had even started, and headed for the AFW ring, where she waited for her queue. As the Dark Star Club theme from Mass Effect 2 started to play, Irene emerged from backstage and walked down the aisle as the crowd cheered. The young girl was lost in her own thoughts, however, and ignored the cheering as she walked toward the ring and ducked underneath the lower ring rope to take her place inside. Turning to face the direction she had just come from, Irene moved to the ring ropes behind her and sat down on the middle one, waiting somewhat apprehensively for her opponent to be introduced.

Drake, perhaps better known as Domino, received word that he'd be going against one Irene Inger. It wasn't a name he was familiar with, but it didn't matter. Just another step towards realizing his goals in the federation. So no matter who she turned out to be - whether the nicest girl on the planet or a hulking monstrosity - he'd have to come out on top.

Buuuut he couldn't help but be curious. So he looked her up. The most he found were a few pictures, primarily of a girl in a labcoat and glasses. This discovery earned the tiniest of indulgent grins. 'Huh. She's cute.' Outside of that, he has no idea what to expect from her.

Tonight's the night! The young model is waiting behind the curtain, listening to the announcer prepare the audience for the match. And then he adds that hentai rules are allowed.

'Wait. What?!'

He's never done a hentai match. He has no idea what to even expect of that. And the notion of being stripped in front of an audience is absolutely mortifying. Wrestling with an attractive girl can be sexy enough without them trying to be all... deliberate about it! That could throw a serious monkeywrench into his strategy! Unless he went at her first? But could he actually do that?

The thoughts flooding his head makes the young man more nervous before a match than he's been in a long while. He's had plenty of matches with high stakes. But this has him nearly hyperventilating! He could stand to be humiliated out there! And then he'll never get his title shot! He might have to leave Japan completely!

'No. Not gonna happen. Not letting it.'

That throbbing techno hits the stadium and his jaw sets. One deep breath after another to even out his mind, and soon enough, he springs out from behind the curtain with a radiant, confident smile masking his nerves. The raven-haired teen is dressed for the match, wearing a pair of black and white boots, trunks, and bracers, but with the addition of a plain white t-shirt conforming to his upper-body. He starts down the ramp at an energetic trot, slapping high-fives along the way and pausing long enough to give hugs to some of the luckier female fans. When he reaches the ring apron, he slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet again. Hands finger the collar of his shirt, and he whisks it off to fling it out to the cheering crowd as a keepsake, finally leaving his trim, sleek abdominals and toned chest bare. He climbs onto a turnbuckle and thrusts his right fist into the air in salute to the crowd, eliciting a pop.

At last, he turns to hop back down to the mat and levels his amethyst gaze on his opponent. Long, dark hair, labcoat... she's pretty much what he'd expected. He strolls to the center of the ring and cants his head, those hanging bangs drifting further over his right eye. "The doctor is in?," he quips playfully.

Irene grimaced and rose to her feet when Domino was introduced to the crowd, unable to relax herself while the music was playing. It was horrible, it was like Domino had found a way to assault her senses before the match had even started, and not in a fun way, either. The man himself seemed like a decent person, however. From the way he interacted with the crowd on his way to the ring, she surmised that he had some charisma and cared for his reputation in this league. He was a career wrestler, unlike her, and probably had more at stake in each of his matches than just the possibility of injury and near certainty of pain. That was his burden, however; Irene just needed to survive the match without any long-term harm, and have some fun in the process if she could.

Irene got a closer look as Domino made his way into the ring. He had some good looks, and a nice outfit that matched his ring name nicely. Irene had just thrown some comfortable undergarments and boots together. The only fashion choice she had made was to wear her lab coat, and that would be coming off in a few seconds since it was too bulky to wear while fighting.

The young scientist suppressed a smile as Domino threw his shirt off, and waited for him to finish his crowd-pleasing nonsense and address her before she did anything. She smiled smugly at him when he made his opening comment.

“Actually, I'm the exact opposite of a doctor,” she addressed him while wagging a finger from side to side. “Doctors treat wounds, but we're here to hurt each other. One of us might need a doctor when this is over.”

Irene was acting confident, but the truth was that if anyone needed a doctor after today, it'd probably be her. She wasn't blind to the fact that Domino was almost a foot taller than her, and in better shape. That was the conundrum she had known she would be confronted with in the tension league: finding a way to take down an opponent larger than her. If man had conquered the strongest predatory beasts on Earth, Irene could do this, but being confronted by her size disadvantage for the first time was still unnerving.

Nevertheless, the bell would ring soon, and Irene wanted to be ready. She took off her lab coat, held it in front of her, and folded it carefully, gradually revealing her relatively diminutive ring attire as each fold caused the coat to obstruct less of Domino's view of her. She turned around and quickly laid her lab coat on the top rope before turning back to face him.

“I admire the...affectionate relationship you have with your fans,” Irene observed, thinking back to her opponent's compelling ring entrance. “It's too bad, when you and I hug each other it probably won't be as tender.”

Irene widened her stance and waited for the bell, and Domino's first move. “Ready when you are, kid.”

"A hobo?," Domino fires off immediately when she says she's the opposite of a doctor. At the conclusion of her meaning, he snaps his fingers. "Ah, yeah, metaphors. That was gonna be my second guess." All in good fun, hopefully communicated with a wink afterwards. Acting like his typical self at least for now is keeping his nerves in check. And at any rate, it'll show him the kind of girl he's dealing with.

When she sheds the coat and goes through the meticulous process of folding it, the teen props his hands to his hips and cocks his head to the side in curiosity. There are some legs - nice, kind of toned, and feminine. Same goes for her arms. Her chest isn't bad, and her choice of wearing a sportsbra isn't a bad one, in his opinion. He appreciates a sporty gal. And at last, her stomach is shown off when the labcoat is set away. She's slender, lean, and overall... not bad at all. She's not the sort of musclegirl that he's seen every so often, but she's a far, far cry from ugly or plain. And that hair is beautiful. Suits her perfectly.

'Yep. Definitely cute.'

His own stance widens, his hands raising and fingers spread at the ready to receive the girl. "Oh, is it too bad?," he asks with a playful, boyish smile. "Play your cards right'n who knows?" Such bravado, yet his mind is still reeling at the possibility for "hentai" action being an element for the evening. Her assumption is right - he likely does have more to lose in this match, and in a number of ways.

*DING*

The cruiserweight begins by circling with her, only to suddenly dash in and kick off the match in a traditional way - the lockup. His hands go for her shoulders and neck, attempting to quickly overpower her and force her back into a turnbuckle!

“Was that an attempt at humor?” Irene replied to her opponent's joking with an eyebrow raised, as she smirked at her interesting opponent. “Domino, you may be cute, but leave the standup at home, eh?”

Domino started circling his opponent when the bell rang, and Irene mirrored his movements to keep him from getting behind her. A few seconds passed in relative silence, until Domino broke into a run and charged at Irene, managing to grasp onto her shoulders in an attempt to push her back. Irene was ready to defend herself and brought her own arms up to grasp Domino's shoulders in return, but the lithe scientist didn't have the power to stand against Domino in a pure test of strength. Domino forced her back until she could go no further, with Domino pushing her front and the corner turnbuckle digging painfully into her back. Irene grimaced at the sudden burst of action and glared up at her opponent, her more playful spirit replaced with a more serious attitude.

“You're invading my personal space,” Irene said matter-of-factly. Her arms left Domino's shoulders, and one of them wrapped itself around his neck instead as Irene pulled his head closer to her. With the other hand, Irene dug her fingers into the side of domino's neck and pressed her thumb against his throat, aiming to compress the sensitive nerves in his neck and hopefully persuade him to release his hold on her.

Well, that joke didn't work. So they're not going to have that lighthearted back-and-forth. It's a shame. Domino was hoping that would help ease some of the tension in the match. If that's not the case, he'll have to just focus. No fooling around.

But the compliment didn't get past him~

When Irene's back hits the turnbuckle, Domino presses in close to her, attempting to grind her into the post. Her remark earns a smirk, those amethyst eyes locked to her greens. "Perish the thought," he murmurs. Then she changes up her position, cinching her arm around his neck and pressing her fingers into his neck. The choking sensation is immediate, those eyes widening, and there isn't a whole lot of room for him to maneuver. "Rrk.."

She gets her wish! The pressure releases, but comes with a price. His right hand releases her shoulder to swing in low, aiming to blast a punch against her bare belly.

Irene smiled as her nerve hold successfully forced Domino to release her, but he went back on the offensive too quickly for Irene to get out of the way. His punch struck her exposed stomach, causing Irene to gasp in pain as he knocked the wind out of her. The young girl grasped the ring ropes near the corner with both hands as her legs buckled, leaving her exposed against the corner once more.

Irene straightened herself up despite the intense cramping in her stomach. She waited in the corner without moving, hoping to lure Domino back in for another assault. When and if he did, she would be ready to move to the side and grab his shoulders and head, hoping to use his momentum against him to smash his head into the turnbuckle.

But would he be confident enough to charge her again, or would he wait for her to come to him? Irene watched him intently, her gaze affixed to his. “Is...that all you've got?” Irene goaded him, trying to sound confident even though she was still breathing heavily after his first punch.

It seems that both their plans worked. She wanted to be released, so she applied an odd, technical pinch. She got her wish. He wanted to be released, so he socked her in the stomach. Not nearly as finessed, but it also worked! And now, they're both huddled in the corner of the ring, as Domino hadn't backed away from her yet. His face remains quite close to hers, just where she'd brought it.

"Not quite...," mutters the teen, his voice coming back from the choke. Was it even a choke? He has no idea. But he makes an attempt to sling his left arm around her neck and turn, hoping to pull her into a side headlock. This would mash the scientist's cheek tight against his toned chest, but he's not optimistic enough to just assume she'll play along with whatever he has in mind. A knee rises in short order to pound again against her midsection.

That is, unless she ducks and evades that headlock attempt, and bonks his noggin against the corner. That would certainly lead to a briefly dazed Domino, turning to prop back against the turnbuckle. It depends on how well she can flow with proximity and indirect assault.

Darn it, Irene had been hoping that Domino would give her some space before he made his next move, but he was smarter than she had given him credit for. He stuck close to her and wrapped an arm around her neck, a choice that she hadn't been expecting. She soon found her head tucked securely beneath the boy's armpit, her face grinding against his sturdy chest with every movement they took.

“Damn, I thought you were an idiot!” Irene admitted, a little embarrassed that she had underestimated him. Of course he was good at this, he was a career wrestler, something she herself had noted at the beginning of the match. The girl should have tried to escape from the corner when she'd had a small opportunity, but it was too late now. Irene struggled in Domino's grasp, pulling his muscular arm with both hands in an attempt to pry him off of her. Before she could put up much of a fight, however, one of his knees shot up, delivering another blow to her exposed midsection. Her close proximity to Domino's side left him without much room to wind the attack up, but the blow still hurt and left Irene grimacing in pain. Her arms wrapped themselves around her captor's waistline for support, leaving his side headlock uncontested. The young girl's mind raced for an escape strategy, but for now, Domino had her at his mercy...and so early in the match.

“Alright, you got me good,” the girl admitted in between deep breaths. “Enjoy this while it lasts, I promise I'll return the favor soon.”

"Don't get to say this often, but... happy to disappoint you!"

Her fingers paw and pull along his tensed, flexed arm, keeping her cheek ground against his chest. No, he didn't have a lot of room to gain momentum for the strike, but it feels like it did the trick. As he observed before, she's not a musclebound girl. She might not be as physically conditioned as the ladies he's used to roughing up. That could be a definite advantage.

With his left fist tucked under her chin, his right hand gripping the other wrist to secure the lock, Domino tugs on her head suddenly to attempt forcing her into a quick, forward trot. And after a couple steps, the teen hops into the air to drag her down hard, intent on crashing her chest-first against the mat in a bulldog!

...But if he gets her to the mat, is the audience going to expect him to... do things to her? Hentai things...?