Julia Rogers vs Domino

Standard match won via pinfall or submission. Hentai allowed.

Just over a week ago, Julia Rogers had made the biggest move of her career by signing a contract with the AFW. The 24-year-old had spent a good majority of her life training to be a wrestler. She had also competed for years now in the indies, particularly in a promotion back home in New Mexico that had been founded and managed by her own parents. Admittedly, she was feeling more than a little nervous about moving so far away from her home and family, to a place she had never been to and knew little about. She'd started missing the U.S. before her plane even arriving in Japan. But that chapter of Julia's life had now come to an end, and a new one was about to begin in Japan.

However, it didn't take long for an obstacle to throw itself in Julia's path. As soon as she had gotten settled in in her apartment in Tokyo, she had gone straight to AFW headquarters to find out about her debut match. Surely they must've had something planned for her in Friction if they were ready to sign her to a contract…right? Well, not exactly. When she inquired about when her debut would be and who it would be against, the answer she received was that there were no available slots on Friction's cards to give her the debut she wanted, and that she'd have to be patient. But Julia wasn't about to accept that so easily. "What?! Ok, listen here! I don't know how things work around here, but why sign me if you're not ready to have me compete?!" she protested, determined to fix the issue then and there. "I don't care what size, gender, age or whatever they are, but there has to be somebody you can get me a match against!"

That last comment seemed to get the kind of attention Julia wanted. The fact that she wasn't picky about her opponent's gender changed things a bit. And soon they finally found a spot for Julia's debut. The match would be in Tension, despite her being on the Friction roster, against a young man known as Domino. Glad to have her debut to look forward to, the blonde had quickly gone back to her apartment to research her opponent. He was younger than her, but quite attractive. Also a model, unsurprisingly. However, this pretty boy had managed to establish quite a nice record in the AFW. Lots of names in the "W" column, not so many under the "L" side, though she already felt determined to add her own name to that short list. But she knew Domino was almost bound to be a tough customer, so she studied his matches to learn everything she could about him.

And several days later, the time finally arrived to see just how well Julia's preparation would serve her. Her entrance music began to play through the speakers of Tension's arena, and the crowd gave the woman some polite applause as she burst through the curtain and onto the stage. With a bright smile, Julia walked down the aisle, high-fiving and waving to audience members along the way. She then climbed onto the apron and grabbed the top rope, then held onto it as she launched herself over it and twist through the air, landing perfectly on her feet in the center of the ring. She then quickly ran up the nearest set of turnbuckles and stood on the middle ropes, cupping both hands around her mouth. "Who's ready to get this show started?!" she shouted, and the crowd responded with some cheers and applause as Julia hopped back onto the mat, bouncing on the balls of her feet while she waited for her foe to make his entrance.

Domino's been getting some attention lately, and that's just spectacular for him. Sure, a large part of it might be due to Irene opening him to matches with hentai elements, but he doesn't care. He's gone through a couple matches with that as a rule, and he's ready to reap the benefits. If it takes a little fanservice to finally get his shot at a title, fine. He likes his fans. They're awesome. Until they start demanding he gets rapey in the ring, he can make things a little extra steamy when given the chance.

So for the first time, Domino doesn't feel his insides gnarl up in concern when the announcer calls that hentai elements are allowed. He does, however, give a hard swallow. Even knowing his own limitations, it takes a solid amount of trust in his opponent to not cross that line, herself.

What about his opponent, though? Domino hadn't heard of her before. They're putting him against another newbie? At first, he's worried it's going to go similar to his match with a certain blonde, but after doing a little research, he finds she has some history.

'Holy cow.' She actually has more professional in-ring experience than him, if he's reading this right. But he's been fighting his entire life. ...And she's pretty easy on the eyes. Luxurious blonde hair, sexy mask, amazing figure; in the end, he can't help but feel a tiny bit anxious to see her in the ring. If she has a great personality to go with it, she might just be dangerous.



Domino listens to her entrance music with a bemused grin as he tugs on a simple white t-shirt. All part of the opening fanservice, that shirt. He's otherwise entirely dressed for the match, from his black and white wrestling trunks, matching boots, and bracers. But with the addition of the shirt, the only uncovered part of his body are his toned thighs.

Wait, did he just hear her shout at the audience? How interesting!

Then his techno beat begins to throb in the stadium. Eugh. He really needs to find a song to settle on. Generic stock music does not a champion make. But the audience will never know that's on his mind. All they'll see is an energetic, explosive presence leap from behind the curtain and thrust a fist into the air, eliciting a pop from the crowd. The young model then takes off at a trot towards the ring, drifting side to side to slap some high-fives and dole out a few hugs to some female fans lucky enough to have seating at the row's end.

Domino leaps up onto the ring apron and turns, backrolling over the top rope to end smoothly on his boots. Fingers grip the collar of his shirt and the garment is tugged up and over his head, finally baring his upper-body for the match; everything from the streamlined tone of his arms to his flat and firmed pectorals, down to his sleek abdominals. With a quick windup, he pitches the shirt out into the audience - souvenir for some fan! A spry leap brings him to perch between the middle ropes of the closest turnbuckle. That fist thrusts into the air in salute to the fans along with a confident, radiant smile.

At last, Domino hops down with a twist to face his opponent. The referee moves in to check him for any illegal items or weapons, and while she's bent over, the teen finally gets a look at the blonde across the ring from him. Welp. No use denying it. She looks incredible. Athletic, fashionable, and formidable. 'Please have a cool personality...'

"You ready for this?," he calls to her from his corner.

Julie continued to lightly bounce on her feet as Domino's music began to play, practically dancing right along with the beat of the techno music. It might not have exactly been the kind of song fans would go rushing to download once the show as over, but it seemed to do its job well enough, as the crowd started to cheer once Domino burst through the curtain to make his presence known.

The blonde couldn't help but smile as she watched him get the crowd pumped up while he made his way down the ramp and into the ring, waiting patiently as Domino then tossed his shirt into the crowd and posed on the middle turnbuckle. Only once he stepped down and turned to face her did Julia get her first chance to take a good look at him. He was every bit as hot as she'd thought when she first saw some of the pictures from his modeling. Nice to see he looks just as good in person.

As he spoke, Julia stepped out to the center of the ring and gave a confident, yet friendly smile while extending her right hand for a handshake. "Always ready." she replied.

Satisfied that he's not up to something nefarious, the referee steps aside. Domino approaches the center of the ring and takes Julie's hand to give it a single, but gentle pump - acknowledging her femininity while not denying her an equally sportsmanlike gesture. He also gets a free moment to look her over from much closer without the hassle of worrying he'll be unprepared for an attack. Couldn't exactly pass up that chance, could he? Dark amethyst eyes trail from her face to her curvy chest, to her toned abdomen, down along her hips to her legs, and finally her boots before ending again meeting her gaze.

'No trick of the light. Definitely stunning.'

While still holding her hand, he adds, "Good. I won't feel bad when I pin ya down, then," with a playfully teasing wink. Is she the sensitive type? Does she have some fire in her? He's too curious! So far she seems to have a nice personality.

But soon enough, the referee signals the start of the match with a wave of her hand. *DING!*

After the referee finished checking Domino, she then quickly moved over to Julia and repeated the process before stepping aside. And as the man came over and gave a polite shake of the masked maiden's hand, the crowd gave a brief round of applause for the display of sportsmanship.

Julia then giggled at Domino's playful comment and wink before replying, "Lets see if you're still so polite once my hand gets raised in the end." She gave a wink just as the model had, then pulled her hand back and moved back to her corner, her smile never leaving her pretty face.

The bell rang, and dueling chants began to break out in the crowd. Some for the model from Tension, others for the masked blonde from Friction. Julia briefly glanced around lifting a hand and waving it toward herself to encourage those cheering for her to keep it up. But soon she would crouch down into a wrestling stance while beginning to circle the ring. And after a few seconds, she would inch toward Domino before lunging out with her arms, attempting to initiate a lockup between the two combatants to get this match going.

Domino snickers at her retort. Alright, she's not so sensitive that she can't take a little trash-talking. Score for the blonde. All that remains is to see how she wrestles.

The bell sounds off and Domino rolls his shoulders, limbering his frame up for the inevitable exercises he's about to undergo. The girl seems to be in the proper stance, while he radiates confidence in his stride, back erect and easy smile on his face. When she tries to rile the audience more on her side, he can't help but play along with it; it's all but a challenge in itself!

Domino makes a big showing of waving it off with both hands, then turns to the audience to wave again - this time in an upwards motion; the universal sign to make some noooiiiise~! Regardless of the audience's reaction, he can't get too distracted with it. The girl's charming, but he has the future of his career to think about.

She inches forward and he finally assumes the stance, hands raised at the ready to receive her. And in a flash, their bodies tangle, his hands going for her neck and shoulder to immediately ply his strength against hers. He holds nothing back, those dark purple eyes locked to her beautiful blues, the muscle tone through his arms and chest visibly tensed in effort to try to overpower her. Leaned in towards her, his forehead is just bare centimeters from hers, his warm breath mixing with hers against her lips, his chest lightly pressed to her chest, all in an effort to ram her back into a turnbuckle.

One moment the crowd was picking up in Julia's favor, and in the very next it seemed Domino's fans began to make their voices heard as well. And in response, those cheering for Julia began to cheer even louder to try to match the opposing chants. The bell had only just rung, yet in a mere matter of moments the two already had this crowd going, perhaps a testament to the showmanship of them both.

Julia was already starting to take a liking to this man, but now it was time to see if he was as good as that nice record of his indicated. They locked up in the center of the ring, arms tangling as both wrestlers leaned into each other and attempted to push the other back. She grunted while she stared into his purple eyes, feeling the man's breath against her lips as her own breath blew onto his.

The size difference between them wasn't a huge one, but it did give Domino the advantage here, as Julia began to move backward until her back was rammed into the corner. "Ugh!" she briefly grunted. As if immediately knowing what was coming, the masked female moved her hands off of Domino and held them up, as the referee came over to separate them. Now it just remained to be seen whether Domino would take advantage of the situation to sneak in some sort of attack, or heed the referee and back away.

There's something primal about the lockup, feeling the opponent straining her body against his, her strength versus his, tasting her breath on his lips, seeing nothing but determination behind those eyes... until it all culminates into that single moment of her back ramming into the turnbuckle.

Domino prepares to press the advantage, only the girl puts her arms up. The referee moves in to break them up, and the male lets out a little laugh. "Aw, man! Copout!," he chides the southwesterner. But he relents, taking a few steps back. "Now I owe ya." Despite teasing her, he couldn't blame her. She did what she could to protect herself. But he has to prepare himself for her to explode out of the corner, fully expecting it. His stance deepens a little as he waits, hoping to fire off a punch into her flat belly.

The referee was motioning for them to separate, but Julia still kept her eyes locked on Domino. Would he try to chop his hand over her chest, kick her in the gut, or something else? Julia wouldn't blame him if he did attempt something here, but was still relieved to see him take the respectable rout by backing away, and chuckled briefly at his teasing.

And for a moment, rushing out of the corner was exactly what Julia planned to do. But just as she started her charge, she immediately noticed Domino's body positioning, with his widened stance and arm cocked. Whatever he was planning, it was clear he obviously read right through Julia's plan. And so after only a couple steps, the blonde slammed on the breaks and backed up, smirking as she began to circle the ring again.

"Nice try." she said, again holding up her hands as if she were going to attempt a lockup. But this time, once Julia had drawn near her male adversary she would suddenly drop down and aim a low dropkick right at Domino's knee, hoping to catch him by surprise with the strike.

"Oh, you're just delaying it," Domino retorts as they begin circling again. His hands raise, fingers spread. He's ready to go for round two with her, to test his strength against hers. Only this time, he wouldn't be giving her an out. He has other plans. So he eagerly moves in to grapple with her, only for his fingers to just graze locks of blonde hair! Next, there's a sharp pain in his knee as her boots plant against it, knocking the leg out from under him!

"Agh!" The teen drops to an awkward knelt position, his left hand on the mat and the right arm resting over the other knee, momentarily stunned. But that's it - just a moment before he's up and at it again.