Bree vs Domino

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall Only



Bree got an email from the match schedule people which she forgets what they're called, some management people setting up matches for the wrestlers, she checked at him on her computer seeing that shes going to have a match tomorrow up against some guy name Domino. "What kind of name is that?" She smirk, giggling to herself while thinking of that name and figures that he would be fun to mess with, but while shes looking up the type of match, she instantly frowned from the words. "Standard Match? Awww meow, that sucks!" Oh pout before heading to bed for the next day, ready to take this guy out like a domino piece. "Hehe... puns....purrr...." sleep she goes.

The next day after around 6pm, she already in the locker room preparing for her match wearing pretty revealing outfit color black and red for her bikini top and very short hot pants, with black sleeve gloves, and a belt that holds her long black-and-blue striped leggings. "Purrrrfect." Then its her turn to come out from the locker room and heading down to the arena stage, the light flashing around before she put on her hoodies to cover the face and backside with the cape attached to it, she then comes on stage and does the cat clawing pose before strutting down the ramp toward to the ring, she then slide herself in to move on over to the nearest turnbuckle to climb up, taking her cape and hoodies off and throwing down the floor outside the ring, raising her hands up and smiling at everyone. **HAHA cheer for me you crappy people purrrrr** She thought, then hopping of before moving to her corner resting her back against the corner, elbows over the top ropes and putting her right foot against the steel post, glaring down with her feline eyes at the stage waiting for her opponent. "Gonna pulverize him!" Talking to herself.

Drake, meanwhile, had just come down from his first match in the league. He was still feeling the buzz from his first victory, and he's been the definition of perky since. Everyone he ran into has been the recipient of a bright smile at the bare minimum! And then he got the announcement of his next match. A match against...

"A catgirl? For serious?," asked the incredulous teen.

The representative just nodded.

"Named-"

"Bree."

"Bree," he repeated flatly.

"Bree Tassilotte."

Drake brushed a hand through his hair, ruffling the ebon locks until it came to rest upon the back of his neck. "H'okay. Cool. I'll be there." A standard match against his first nekomimi. Hell, the first nekomimi he'd ever actually meet.

"See that you do." With that, the representative took his leave.
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Bree got to make her entrance first. That was fine. It gave Domino a little longer to get ready. Standing in the locker room, the teen was already wearing his black and white boots, bracers, and trunks, though underneath a simple white t-shirt and matching baggy shorts. As her entrance music plays, he takes a few deep breaths and began focusing his mind. His second match. His inaugural match went exceedingly well...

"...But I can't expect'em all to be like that. Gotta concentrate," he concludes as he tugs off his shirt, exposing his athletically slender upper-body.



The shorts soon follow, nudged down over his hips until he can step his boots out of them. The clothing is stuffed into his locker, and he turns to the arena entrance to wait.

When his techno hit the sound system, Domino leaps out onto the platform and thrusts his fist into the air energetically. "YEAH! Who wants to see me tame a cat tonight!?," he shouts over the audience. With a bright, confident smile, the young model begins jogging to the ring, pausing only to slap highfives along the way. With a leap, he lands on the ring's apron and braces himself with the top rope, finally getting a look at his opponent.

"Whoa, hey." Amethyst eyes widen a bit as he looks her over in her oh-so-arrogant pose. "Hello, Kitty." She's attractive, there's no denying that. And judging by her choice in wrestling gear, she's very aware of that. Smiling wryly, he vaults himself over the top rope to land on the mat. He strides to the center of the ring and waves to his opponent. "Bree, right?"

Bree looks on to see her opponent and she'll just judge on how he look, finally his intro start playing and making her hair stick on ends. "Ewwww what a crappy music!" She talked to herself but clearly no one can hear her over the music playing, then the young man coming out on stage and heading down to the ring. She glares at him while hes commenting on her in which she respond with a hiss. "Hey, dont call me a kitty and I believe you said you'll tame me? Bwahh! No one tame me except my King!" Then she slowly moving out from her corner and coming up in front of him, staring down at the new wrestler shes facing. "Yeah its Bree, think you can beat me Domino if thats your real name!" She then place her right finger at his chest to poke and slightly trying to push him back, just to try and irritate him some. "You will get your ass handed by the hottest feline around, be prepare to get your ass whoopin nya?!"

Then she slowly stepping back just waiting for the dumb referee to start the bell ringing so she could rip him apart, she of course doesnt play nice so Bree wont hold back to anyone, she wanna impressed her mentor in some ways so beating him to get the win will surely get her approval. "Meeeeeeow!" Once the bell rings, she suddenly rushes at him with a long leap, aiming with her arm out trying to clothesline him across the chest.

Domino lets out a low whistle. "Yep. I did say that. Maybe after I pin you here tonight in front've everyone, I'll be your king!," he taunts with a grin. That finger prodding into his chest gets a surprised blink, and his head tilts to look down at her finger. His eyes lift back to her face, smile growing coy. "If you can be named Bree and not be a cheese, then I can get by with a name like Domino!" Whether she realizes his real name is Drake or not, he doesn't care. It's more fun if she gets the two confused, anyway!

When she moves back, he does as well. "Hah! Aren't you the only feline around?," he retorts. His arms lift, stance squaring at the ready for the bell, prepared to grapple with his spicy opponent. Though when it does, she springs at him and takes him by surprise, her clothesline slamming across his toned pectorals. "Unf!" He drops back to the mat, teeth grit, and he quickly attempts to recover and roll onto all fours.

"Pfft! You probably never met Killer King or even heard of him huh? Hes the most badass heel wrestler in this industry, you mess with me then you'll messed with the beast!" She hissed at him even when he makes a cheesy comment about their names, making her shiver and annoyed by him, but once the match getting start it. Then when he said about the only feline around, she purr at him to respond. "Heh I dont doubt it, but I would think Im the best badass female feline heel around!" Then when Bree jumping right at him to swing her arm and able to clothesline him down to the mat. "Nya!"

She roll onto her feet and seeing him getting up on all fours, making her smirk instantly thinking that giving her a chance to pounce on him in which she tries to get on top of his back to sit on, facing the back of his head and trying to get his arms to pull back draping over her shapely thighs before reaching over under his chin to lean back, pulling stretching his neck n back out into her Camel Clutch. "Nyaaaa~"

Domino scoffs softly from his position on all fours. "Totally embracing that villainous angle, huh? Means takin' you down will be all the more worthwhile..!" He starts to raise up, only to find her rear landing over his back, forcing him back down. As she grabs for his arms, his mind races. He uses the camel clutch often enough to know its trappings! He's fairly sure that's what she's doing! "No, no, no, NO!," he protests as one arm is restrained over that bare thigh. The dark-haired teen twists desperately to the left and pushes with that leg, attempting to throw her off to the side before it can be locked on effectively. It's way too early to expect him to be compliant with a hold like that, and he'll make her pay for her over-confidence!

...Hopefully!

Bree getting the first dibs on taking down her latest opponent Domino and seeing him going down from her flying clothesline, taking down a peg making her smirk from the look of him on all fours allowing Bree to step up and getting onto his back to sit down, getting him into her quickly submission hold the Camel Clutch, except he twist her off of him to easy since she didnt fully secured him in her hold. "Meow!"

She rolled right off of him and down on the mat onto her feet kneeling down. "Damn so close!" She didnt want him to get up too quickly just yet so she using her quick agile ability to lunge at him to slide from behind and getting onto his back again, this time hoping to get her legs around his waist and using her arm to go around his neck, locking in tightly into her Sleeper hold to slow the man down. "Hiya!"

Two matches in a row now, the girl's drawn 'first blood'. Clearly he's going to need to step up his game! And he gets the distinct feeling that this kitten isn't messing around. So when her weight is no longer over him, he's pushing back onto all fours. Domino shoots a quick look around the ring to spot where she's landed, and his eyes narrow. Already he's breathing a little heavier, lips slightly parted. Adrenaline is starting to kick in. "Not this time...," he mutters. "It's my turn!"

As she pounces for him again, Domino attempts to time it just right and twist around to face her. As he turns, his left fist fires off in a punch aimed to sink into her exposed belly in hopes of stopping her flat. He could plainly see her toned body, but maybe she isn't built too solidly. Either way, if his timing is off here, he's likely to wind up tangled and caught in her grasp and forced back down!

Bree got the upper hand so far even it was just the start of the match, she can feel the match getting on her side even if there're some people not giving her some approval due the bad nature taking the heel side. "Nya.... not gonna let you get away from me!" She demanded her wishes of what she want to do with him. It was very unfortunate that she was unable to secure her hold but she'll get him next time.

Once she got her chance to pounce at him to keep on her toes to stop him from getting any chances to fight back, but when she jumped at him hoping to get him first, his fist comes out right at her aiming to the stomach that she jump right into. "OUUFFF!" It forces her to bounce back, rolling backward while clutching her stomach until she rolled onto her knees. "Ughhhh... damnit...." She growled at him while shes on her knee, looking at him as shes trying to get up onto her feet taking a short breather. "Lucky shot!"

Feeling her stomach curve around his fist was a both a thrill and a relief. Domino was worried that he hadn't turned in time, and feeling her muscle caving around his knuckles was a nice reassurance. The thrill? Well, that should be more obvious. And it's only beginning. Domino raises to his full height and smirks at her. "Ohh, I know you wanna get your hands on me," he drawls, his voice taking a playful tone. "Play your cards right, 'n who knows?"

His body is visibly tensed, primed and ready for her. She's clearly a spry feline, which in retrospect, he really should've expected. Fortunately, he isn't a bulky refrigerator-shaped behemoth, himself. Though oddly, this was one of the things that held him back in his last federation - he didn't have the "look". But as he moves in towards her, cautious and measured with each step, his hands lift to invite a lockup. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty~..."

...Except it's a ruse! The hands are intended to keep her attention higher, or even better, lure her into a lockup! As soon as she's in range, however, he drives a knee up towards her stomach in hopes of stunning her!