Domino Vs Hiroko Uta

Hiroko Uta strode out to ring the beat of her music. Normally, she was more upbeat in her approach to the ring but this time she had something of an edge to her. Her smile seemed thinner and her bows to the crowd a little stiffer.

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She had won far too few matches and lost too many. Already people were beginning to dismiss her and her talent as a wrestler and she was determined to prove them wrong. This match was her chance. Many of her matches had been against fellow rookies but this time she was against a veteran, Domino. A win against someone like would do wonders for her reputation, not to mention her confidence. She had been training hard to improve her skills and become strong enough to even the odds against some of her bigger foes but something seemed missing, a barrier she couldn't overcome. She was hoping testing herself against someone like Domino to break through it.

She climbed into the ring, keeping her breathing steady as she began to stretch and bounce on her heels, readying herself for the arrival of her opponent.

Domino has found himself facing many a rookie here at Tension. One or two has proven to have some awesome potential or prior training and experience, managing to beat him. But to an audience, that doesn't quite translate. It makes him look bad. It makes him look weak. He's had enough of that. Since coming to this arena, he's gotten a little more lax with the killer instinct that used to see him through matches. That has to stop. Sure, the girl he's pegged to wrestle tonight looks downright adorable and maybe even kind've sweet, but he's here for a reason. His typical showmanship will be put aside. After being screwed out of his title shot, he can't risk letting the audience see him as weak. He has to wreck her.

His shirt is tugged off, and shorts drawn away to leave him only in his standard wrestling fare of black and white boots, bracers, and trunks, leaving his sleekly trim abdominals, firm chest, and toned thighs bare. He's good to go.

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Her music hits the arena, and the audience sounds kind of receptive to her. It's hard to tell. They're not thrilled, but they still like what they see. Of course, if you put a pretty girl in wrestling clothes, people are gonna respond. Hell, as a model, even he makes use of that. But when his frustratingly generic techno begins throbbing in the stadium, the audience gives a definite response - boisterous cheering, shouts, and screams. The young grappler steps out onto the ramp with a smile, but lacking its typical warmth. Arms lift, and he nods to the audience at either side, acknowledging them. The venture down the ramp isn't filled with his usual peppy, if flighty back-and-forth visits to the rails, but he points out certain members of the audience to share an appreciative wink or two-fingered-off-the-brow salute. The message is clear: Domino's on a mission.

He hops onto the edge of the ring and ducks between the ropes to stand on the mat at last. But just as quickly, he ascends the nearest turnbuckle to slowly pan a pointing finger out over the crowd, then pound a fist over his heart. They get it. He hops back down and turns to let the referee-girl begin examining his boots and such for weaponry or other foreign objects. Where he'd hide them is anyone's guess, given the skimp.

Those dark amethyst eyes finally settle on his opponent. His initial evaluation rings true enough: she's super cute. Her performance so far in the ring hasn't been particularly good, though. She seems like a legitimate rookie. He.. might feel a little guilty after tonight. Or she might surprise him. Whatever the case, the look he gives her is an uncharacteristically steely one. No smiles, no well-wishes, no play-flirts. He's here to tear her apart.

Hiroko swallowed to try and get rid of the lump of anxiety that seemed stuck in her throat. She'd known that Domino had been a veteran, that he'd come close to winning the title so she expected him to have air of confidence around him. He had something beyond that: he had the air of champion. He had the flawless, powerful body. He had the commanding, intimidating presence. He had that unyielding gaze that seemed to pierce her and make her feel that she'd already lost the match before it had even began. Hiroko knew she wasn't ready for this. He was going to destroy her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to calm herself. She needed to win the match. She had to prove herself to all the people who dismissed her as a joke and salvage her reputation. Losing was not an option. She could feel her determination bubbling up within her, giving her strength. When she opened her eyes the match had started. There was no need for words between the two adversaries. They both knew what they had to do. Normally, the match would start with a test of strength or a tie-up. Hiroko knew that she didn't stand a chance if Domino got his hands on her. She needed to use every advantage she had to win the match.

She began to circle around the ring, slowly. Hiroko was going to try and rush her opponent down right off the bat and try and run circles around him. He was bigger than her and, she assumed, slower. However, he was more experienced, so she doubted she could try and reverse his attacks easily. She needed to keep him off his guard at all times, not give him any chances to turn the match in his favour.

She hoped to wait for Domino to leave his corner and once he was out in the open, she was going to immediately rush the ropes and ricochet off them at full speed so she could try and knock down her opponent with a jumping crossbody!

Domino can see the nervousness. He's not often felt like a predatory or menacing person - he has to admit it's a little euphoric. But in this instance, it's useful. Maybe he can beat her before having to actually beat her. Though when she opens her eyes again, he can see that resolve. She's going to drag this out of him.

Well.

Good.

The audience should get a show.

The bell sounds off, and Domino leaves his corner. As she circles, his gaze tracks her. But he makes no effort to circle with her. He makes his way confidently toward the center of the ring, muscles visibly tensed like a compressed coil ready to spring. He expects he'll have to chase her down. But to his surprise, she takes the initiative. 'Nice,' he thinks, watching her stretch the ropes against her back. His stance widens, ready to juke to either side. But she springs into the air and turns her body over, presenting a perfect target! Arms lash one, one aiming to hook between her legs, the other under her neck while one foot moves back to brace himself under the impact of her body slamming crossways against his chest. But if he should catch her, he takes just a moment to adjust her against his body before dropping to a knee and smashing her lower back against an upturned knee in a backbreaker!

Hiroko couldn't help but gasp when Domino snatched her right out of the air. She had hoped to try and overwhelm Domino right at the start but she had underestimated his skill or perhaps overestimated her own strength and he had easily reversed her move. Kicking her legs and squirming in his grip, she desperately needed to get free, before Domino could do some real damage to her. Her struggles were cut short when Domino slammed her hard on to his waiting knee with a powerful backbreaker!

Hiroko's could feel her back arch painfully and flare with agony, feel the wind driven out of her by the brutal impact. She had hoped to get control of the match early on, but instead the exact opposite had occurred! Domino's move had left her stunned, her body draped across his knee and her limbs brushing the floor, limp. She groaned tried to force herself to rally against her opponent!

The feeling of a perfectly-delivered backbreaker is awesome - at least when you're the one giving it. The damage is severe, the after-effects are lasting, and when they don't immediately roll off the knee, the opponent's body is left wide open. And Domino is going to use that.

The arm between her legs shifts, sliding to set his hand over her thigh. The other hand sets under her chin. Both hands begin pushing down - one to ensure she stays put, the other to continue arching her body painfully over his knee, steadily forcing the top of her head towards the mat. His gaze settles on her midsection as she's arched, and he has to admire how toned she is - even through the covering of her wrestling outfit. She's not some soft newbie who decided to get in the ring one day, at least. He can definitely give her that.

Hiroko began to stir and try and get herself away from Domino only for him grab her chin and thigh, keeping her stuck in place. She let out a strained groan as he began slowly pressing down on her, seemingly trying to bend her in half! Her arms flailed, trying to grasp at whatever she could reach and try to pull away the arms that painfully stretched her body. Her gear began to squeak as her body, her chest in particular, strained against the tight material of her swimsuit.

Her groans raised in pitch and volume as Domino continued to force her head toward the mat. She was getting close to tapping out, and the match had barely started! Balling her hands into fists, she began to pummel Domino's arm, furiously trying to free herself from his agonizing grip!

The rise in her voice tells him he's doing exactly what he should be. Poor girl probably isn't used to this kind of torture. And Domino can feel her body tensing as the pain builds up, his fingers digging into her thigh a little more to keep a grip on her. Her body grows more and more taut beneath him, giving the audience as much as himself a nice view of her toned abdomen. But she mounts her resistance, beating at his nearest arm. It's withdrawn with an annoyed grunt, but quickly sets over her chest, grazing that bare skin. The hand at her thigh lifts and hammers down, aiming to slam a couple punches into that unprotected, taut belly to test the firmness of her abs.

It was too perfect a target to pass up!

Hopefully he'll get a couple shots in before she twists her way to freedom!

Hiroko was relieved when she finally managed to get Domino to quit trying to snap her like twig. Her relief was short lived, however, when she saw Domino gearing up to slam his fist straight into her defenceless belly! Luckily, she managed to tense her abs before the impact, cushioning the blow somewhat. Even so, it was a truly crushing impact.

"Gah!" Hiroko let out a cry of pain as Domino's fist slammed into stomach again! The blows kept raining down, pounding and tenderizing her belly. She managed to wrench herself away from her foe before her abs caved completely and she was left panting on her knees, one hand supporting herself, the other clutching her aching torso. She needed to get back in the fight, but it seemed the best she could manage was to crawl away from Domino, trying to reach for the ropes so she could pull herself up to her feet.

Her abs are solid. He's not surprised - they looked the part. And by the time she twists away, he feels he's tenderized them a bit. Damage done, and we're off to a perfect start.

Domino lifts to his feet, watching her crawl towards the ropes. And it hits him; that feeling of guilt. The match just started, and it looks like he's already put the hurt on her! Is he going too hard? A glance is shot back over his shoulder, regarding the audience. They're loving the brutality, the domination. it's a push in the right direction for him. And when he looks back to her, she's using the ropes to pull herself up.

He gives his head a shake. Killer instinct. Be rough. Be brutal. Reassert who you are and what you're capable of.

The teen stalks in behind her and grabs for her waist, attempting to torque with her and whip her into the nearest turnbuckle. Whether she hits with her chest or back doesn't matter. He can work with both. "Don't you go anywhere. We're just startin'."