Julia Rogers vs Domino

Julie was lucky Domino's oncoming hands didn't accidentally poke out an eye as the masked woman dropped down to deliver her low dropkick. Not quite the same sort of "high risk" things people generally associated with high flyers, but a close call nonetheless.

And as Domino fell to a knee, Julie knew she wouldn't have much time to act, but she intended to make the most of it. The blonde moved to grab her opponent's head before attempting to roll him forward with a snapmare to set him up in a seated position.

"Here we go!" she'd then say while sprinting into the nearest set of ropes, bounding right off of them and sending another low dropkick toward Domino, this time aiming the soles of her boots for the side of his head. With any luck, Julie just might be able to get some early momentum if she managed to complete this speedy sequence.

Domino feels her feminine arms looping his head and pulling, and his balance shifts forward. He rolls over her shoulder to land with a graceless 'fwump' on his rear before her, spreadeagle. He gives his head a quick shake and starts to turn over onto his hip when he suddenly feels a pair of boots hammer into the side of his head!

He can't so much as make a sound beyond the heavy 'WHUMP' of his side slamming into the mat. His arms then quickly cover his head protectively, eyes squeezing shut to work out the fresh bout of pain racking his skull. The girl's quick and speedy. His own style is blitz. He can appreciate it. But at the same time, it sucks that she's taken him down to the mat already! Despite the pain, his mind is racing, trying to work out how to reverse things into his favor.

Right after her boots smacked into Domino’s head and toppled him over, Julia sprang up with a shout, drawing some applause and cheers from the crowd. “Woo! Lets go!” A bright smile spread over the woman’s face. It definitely felt nice to say the least to start off her debut match on good note like this.

From what she had seen of her opponent’s previous matches, however, Julia highly doubted that would be anywhere near enough to keep him down long enough for a pin. She was off to a good start, but the blonde knew there was still likely a long way to go. So the best thing to do was to try to stay right on Domino and not give him any breathing room.

Julia then crouched down by Domino’s head and grabbed onto it with her hands, before beginning to guide him back up to his feet. “Up you go, big guy. We’re just getting started.” she said, keeping the same tone the two had shared during their brief banter moments ago.

Domino lets out a groan upon hearing her rile up the crowd. His crowd. She's sapping away at his potential for a title shot. He can't let that happen. Not when everything has been going so right for him.

He feels her fingers grab onto his head, and he follows along with her. "Gh..." His left hand takes her by the wrist as he moves up to his boots, catching her words; that tone she uses. No, he can't be mad at her. He wants to be - that anger could be useful. But he can't fault her for doing what he would be, himself. She still seems nice. Heck, even friendly. He just needs to win this match and remind the audience who they should be backing. He can't let the support of the fans slip through his fingertips when he's worked so hard to earn it. That elicits a spark in him.

"Sure are...!"

Domino wastes no more time in firing off a couple right-handed shots towards her bare midriff, hoping to stun her enough to pull her across his shoulders belly-down, and promptly drop back to the mat to deliver a heavy, but speedy samoan drop!

Julia could feel the crowd getting behind her, which was a huge relief, even though entertaining audiences with her matches was something she'd been doing for years. It was nice to see the AFW fans didn't have a problem cheering on a new face if given enough reason to.

And as she began to pick Domino up, Julia sought to continue building her momentum, all the while rallying the fans behind her. However, this foe had no intention of letting the masked woman get away with something like that. And just after she heard his reply to her words, Julia was suddenly letting out brief gasps as Domino's strikes found their mark, causing her to release his head. "Ugh!"

But losing her grip of the male's dark locks was the least of the woman's worries, as she was suddenly hoisted up over Domino's shoulders. And before Julia had any time to even attempt to fight her way out she was dropped down onto her back with a samoan drop, crashing down onto the canvas, immediately bringing a hand toward her now-aching back. "Agh!…"

The fall for Domino is cushioned by Julia's athletic body behind his shoulders, and feeling her twist under him is definitely satisfying. It had been a while since he pulled a power move like that on anyone. But this position is too golden to pass up. She's on her back, he's on the mat already on top of her.

Domino twists around to face her and slides a little further over her to press his sleekly-toned abdominals across her belly. He reaches back to hook an arm around her closest thigh to pull her leg into the air, securing her for the first pinfall. Each breath he takes presses his stomach tighter against hers, a little heavier from the abuse he's taken and the exertion to snap off a samoan drop. His free arm rests across her breasts to hold her down.

"Can't let you have all the fun, beautiful...," he murmurs to the blonde. "...and I've got some ground to make up for."

Julia took as many deep breaths as she could while Domino turned around and draped himself over her stomach. She had to admit, his chiseled abs resting over her flesh certainly wasn't the worst feeling in the world. Far from it, in fact. But given the circumstances, she unfortunately didn't have time to get too used to it.

One of Domino's hands then reached out to hook around one of Julia's legs and pull it up, while the other moved itself right over the woman's breasts and seemed to rest comfortably on them. She heard his words, but for the moment offered no reply as the referee came over to begin the count.

She would've found it funny if Domino genuinely expected to pin her this early. But she suspected not even he would guess just what she was going to do. And just a split second before the referee's hand hit the ground just to start the pinfall, the blonde suddenly shouted out and threw her shoulder up to break the pin! Most would've at least taken a second or two in the pin to catch their breath before breaking out, but Julia had elected not to, and the reason why quickly became apparent as the quick kickout drew an instant and audible reaction from the crowd.

The feeling is mutual. Feeling the masked cowgirl's skin pressed into his, especially at the belly, was exquisite. She's muscled, toned, and perfectly so to be both beautiful and sexy. In retrospect, Domino wouldn't have minded if they'd extended the pincount to a full ten seconds...

...But no, he doesn't expect her to stay down. He expects to score a one, maybe even two-count, to earn some of that audience support back on his side. But instead, she turns it over in her favor again. That's annoying. He's going to have to get rougher on her. The softer tactics aren't going to work.

The referee motions for him that the pin is broken and the teen moves to his knees beside her. The fact that she broke the pin so quickly could be used against her. She didn't take the respite. This means she's probably still a little gassed from the hit. So he sets his hands to her waist to roll her onto her stomach and tries to place his knees across her bare back. If successful, he first goes for her legs to cross at the ankle, then hold together in his left hand. His right hand reaches for her chin to pull back and arch against his shins.

Once done, the young model will roll onto his back and push his knees outwards, locking on a bow and arrow hold to strain her spine and stretch her abs.

True, taking the extra effort to kick out of the pin as soon as she did had gassed her a bit more than she already was, rather than allowing herself time to recover first. Still it felt worth it at the time, as if she were making a statement both to Domino and the crowd that she wouldn't go down so easily.

But Domino had a message of his own to send, and he was about to do so emphatically. While she was still trying to catch her breath so she could try to turn things back around in her favor, Julia felt herself being rolled over onto her stomach. Her legs were then twisted and tied up with Domino's, and the male wrapped a hand under her chin before rolling back to synch in the bow and arrow hold!

"AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!" Julia screamed out as her body was bent backward in the air over his knees, and just like that the crowd was now cheering and applauding Domino for his perfectly executed hold. From here the masked woman had two choices: try to ride it out until her foe couldn't hold her up anymore, or wildly swing her fist and hope she could break free. Of course, Julia chose the latter, balling a hand into a fist and hurling it repeatedly at the arm clinging to her chin, hoping to force him to release the painful hold.

From opting out of charging Domino straight out of the corner to taking swings at his arm, impulse isn't serving Julia too well in this match. Domino has the automatic reaction to pull back when fists begin swinging towards his bicep and elbow, but he refuses to turn her body loose just yet. The end result? Her body is bent backwards further, pulling her abs harder and straining her spine into a sharper angle.

The last time he held a girl in such a punishing hold, he gave her advice to help her cope with the pain. And that earned him a friend. But from what he'd researched about her, getting advice from her torturer would probably come off as condescending. And now that he can hear the audience cheering for him again, whatever traces of bitterness he may have had has dried up. He'd rather the girl like him.

...Heck, he'd rather she like him even if she pulled off a win.

"Yeah!," shouts the energetic model beneath her. "Feel that burn!"

His biceps flex and grind down again, putting her body more fully on display for the audience. Her chest is pushed out, he hips on display, and some higher-angle cameras can get some great shots of her abs flexing in the stretch. Domino can't enjoy any of it from his angle, but he knows just from the cries of encouragement ringside that the audience is getting their money's worth.

At a more natural level, Domino notes, "Tol'ja I owed you one. How're you..." He pauses to push his knees up tighter into her back. "...holding up?" The last bit isn't even intended as a pun; he's sincerely curious. He's still feeling her out as a wrestler, and submission holds can be tricky. He'd hate to actually hurt her for her debut match. But the fact that it could double as a pun hits him a moment later. He nips onto his lip to bite back a snicker.