Reira Kirishima vs Julia Rogers

Emi glared at Reira as Reira left the ring. "You fucking bitch." Emi would say as Domino moved her towards Julia. "Do your fucking worst." Emi would say before all the air was blasted from her lungs by Julia's knee causing Emi's knees to go weak as she would fall down to the mat in front of her opponents holding her stomach in pain. "I am going to kill her." Emi said as she tried to recover fast enough to stop Julia and Domino from beating her.

Domino releases Emi from the restraint as soon as Julia's blasts into her midsection. He lingers just long enough to give the cowgirl an affectionate touch on the cheek with the backs of his fingers before slipping between the ropes to assume his position at the corner. And then he notices Reira's disappearing form.

"Whoa, what!?," balks the teen. He climbs up onto the bottom ropes and leans over the turnbuckle, glowering after the ginger. "Coward! This isn't over!" He points at her, whether or not she's facing him, and almost certain she's unable to hear his voice over the roar of the stadium. "We aren't through yet!"

Despite it all, she's gone. Domino is left with a proverbial stormcloud over his head, and he hops back down to the ring apron proper, gripping the top ropes. He redirects his amethyst gaze to Julia through a half-curtain of roguish bangs, anxious to see her work her intruder over. That'll definitely lift his disappointment.

Julia heard Domino calling out to Reira, and a part of her just really wanted to leave the ring and chase the champ down, then drag her ass right back to the ring. Domino deserved his payback for what happened at Showdown, and now that was being taken from him too. Unacceptable.

Reira might’ve hightailed it out of there, but fortunately there was still a Thorn in the ring for Julia and Domino to vent their frustrations on. They could still be the ones to give the Tension world champ her first defeat, even if indirectly. Still better than nothing, and Julia planned to make the most of it.

After blasting the wind out of Emi’s sails with her knee, Julia then moved one arm over the girl’s shoulder and another between her legs and attempted to hoist her up off the ground and move back a few steps. The cowgirl might not’ve been the strongest gal around, but fortunately Emi wasn’t very heavy either. And if she could get her up, Julia would drop the Thorn right over her knee with a backbreaker before letting the Emi drop to the mat. If successful, Emi would be at just the perfect distance away from the corner for a dive off the top rope. And Julia would point a finger up toward the rafters, letting everyone watching know that the end was near.

Emi was still trying to catch her breathe when Julia decided to make her move. Emi let out a groan of pain as she was dragged by Julia but the groan turned into a sharp cry when Emi was hit with the back breaker. Emi was left on the mat holding her back in pain as Julia moved towards the turnbuckle to prepare to end the match. Emi could do nothing to stop her as this match had been the worst of her career and it had left her in a lot of pain.

The crowd was on its feet and cheering on the luchadora as she made her way up to the top rope, making it clear to all familiar with her what was going to be coming next. The blonde took a look back at Emi to make sure the Thorn was still down and wounded. Satisfied with what she saw, it was time to fly!

Leaping back off of the top rope, Julia executed a picture-perfect corkscrew moonsault through the air and aimed to crash down right onto Emi’s torso to use her Stardust Press finishing move! And the move found it’s mark, Julia would quickly throw a leg over Emi and sit astride the girl’s chest facing the girl’s feet, then reach out to grab one of her legs and pull it up for a pin attempt while the ref would kneel by them and start the count.

“1...!”

Domino couldn't be more pleased with how this match turned out. Reira thought interrupting the match and having one of her cronies gang up on Julia would teach her a lesson? Well, someone's walking away with a new education - but it won't be the blonde, nor will it be the top contender.

As the pin is secured and the referee gets in place, Domino about-faces to the audience and motions inwards with broad, sweeping gestures, drawing what members of the audience weren't on their feet to join the masses. With another quick turn to face the action, he throws a finger into the air to lead the exhilarated audience in counting along with the referee!

Emi had nothing left in her tanks as Julia went for the pin. Emi could only groan in pain as the ref started the count. Emi knew she had to get up and fight back but Emi just couldn't pull herself together. And before Emi new it she heard the ref count to "2..." quickly followed by the count of "3..." giving Julia and Domino a win over Emi and her supposed partner Reira.

The moment the three count was made, a bright smile spread over Julia’s features as she got off of Emi and threw her arms up in celebration while the crowd roared in applause for the victors. The cowgirl then hurried over to Domino and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a big kiss. Tonight was about more than winning a wrestling match. It was about getting some payback on the jerks who’d cheated Domino out of a world championship. And for Julia, it was also about letting her boyfriend know he wasn’t alone in that fight.

It wasn’t perfect, especially since Reira had hightailed it out of there. But right now Julia felt like she and Domino were on top of the world. And when the kiss finally breaks, the bright smile is still gracing Julia’s face. “I knew we could do it, babe!” she says happily. The luchadora then took one of Domino’s hands in hers, intertwining their fingers, then moved to stand beside him and raised their hands up high, striking a celebratory victory pose. The two had talked about teaming, and now that they’ve done so this successfully, there wasn’t much that could’ve made this moment better.

Julia doesn't have to go far to get at Domino. As soon as the bell is ringing, her boyfriend has grabbed the turnbuckle in his corner and vaulted over the ropes to join her. Her arms catch him around the neck, and his arms coil quickly around her waist, sealing their bodies together for a quick, but passionately jubilant kiss.

It's exhilarating, having his girlfriend in the ring with him, fighting at his side. And this match, though bizarre and very brief for his involvement, is definitely only the first of many they'll be celebrating together. He's sure of that. And while he'd have been happy to finish off Emi, himself, it's good that Julia did the deed. This was her match. She got jumped. She deserved this.

The kiss breaks, and Domino mirrors her bright smile. His hand is raised with hers, and the teen gestures in towards her torso, ushering more of the praise in her direction. "Get used to this, baby," he notes aside, gaze flicking over. "I think we might be official now. In eeevery sense."

And while this moment is nearly perfect, there's something Domino needs to do. He releases the athletic blonde's hand, pecks her on the cheek, then makes his way to the ropes to motion at the announcer's table. "Microphone!," he shouts over the roar of the audience. In short order, the chrome finds its way into his hand.

"Whew! What the heck happened here!?," announces the young model rhetorically. "We were expecting to see a match between Tension's biiig, strooong champ, and this skilled, beautiful filly here," Domino reaches for Julia's hand to raise it and, if she's amenable, guide her into a smooth pirouette to show her off, "only for the champ to turn cheap!"

Julia takes in the moment as the crowd cheers them on, and gives a little bow. Drake was right. Knowledge of their relationship had been public for quite some time now. But now that they had a big victory in tag team competition together as well, against a world champion no less, the were legitimized as a team in a whole new way.

The luchadora smiled as Drake gave her cheek a quick kiss, then watched as he took a microphone, and the music once again died down so he could speak. The crowd gave a round of cheers and applause in response to his words, and after Julia’s hand was raised she allowed herself to be guided in a graceful little spin, then gave a brief curtsey.

The cowgirl then stood by Drake’s side again, smiling as she continued listening to what he had to say. Julia had said her piece when she had first come out to the ring, and now it was his turn to make his voice heard.