Double The Foreigners: Domino vs. Klach

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or K.O.

After his last match, Domino hasn't been in the best mood. He lost more than a match - he lost a lot of dignity, and an opportunity to really make a point. The teen's not been very sociable since, which seems just as well. It's been a few weeks since he was last put in the limelight anyway. So when he received the notice that he'd be in the ring again, his reaction was a little mixed: happy to be in the ring, but less perky, more serious. It's an odd feeling.

The time comes, and the house is packed with wrestling fans. Domino hasn't had enough matches in Japan to really garner a following yet, but they're a lively bunch all the same. Backstage, the dark-haired model is tugging off his shirt to prepare for his entrance.



A manager pokes her head in to let him know it's time, and he finishes shucking his shorts. Left only in his black and white trunks, boots, and bracers, Domino waits just out of the audience's view as his woefully typical techno begins playing. Here, he pauses to simply breathe and compose himself, eyes falling shut. His bare, toned chest rises and falls once, twice, three times before those eyes open again.

And a bright smile touches to his lips.

Domino leaps into view and thrusts his right fist into the air, eliciting a pop from the crowd. With an exuberant energy, he trots down the ramp in a zig-zag pattern, slapping highfives with the more extroverted fans. Once he reaches the ring apron, he hops up and grabs the top rope. He leans back, stretching the rope before vaulting himself over it to land on the mat with a small bounce. Once there, he raises his fist again in salute, radiant smile returning to his face.

He's done a little research on his opponent, but it's no substitute for seeing the girl in person. So his amethyst gaze is glued to the ramp she's expected to enter from as he leans back into his corner, arms draping along the top ropes in a mirthfully casual pose.

Klach bit her lip while sitting in the bench waiting to be called. Feeling the excitement fill her. Feeling that anticipation of measuring her strength, her fighting skills against a new oponent. All those years of illegal fighting hadn't put an end to it. But instead they had made that she couldn't feel whole without the fighting.
This was her second official match. The last one against BTM had been a close one, but she had managed. Now she had been training and preparing and was not going to understimate her opponent. She had investigated her adversary and was excited. He had a reputation for not holding back, at least that was her sensation after the two matches he had won. That was what she wanted. Something to remind her of the old days in the illegal arena.

She heard her signal and went out in her usual clothing and barefoot. Se didnt do anything flashy, she hated crowds, she mistrusted them. People in big groups were... Not humane usually. She centered her attention in Domino, another fighter, which made it easier to talk to. She knew fighters. "That was a nice entrance, kiddo" said te twenty year old tomboy "I will try not to break too Many bones so you can keep doing it" she half smiled and winked

"Kiddo?," blinks Domino, taken a little off-guard by the joke. He hadn't even considered their age difference. What was she, twenty? So she's older by a whole year! The conclusion draws a soft laugh from the teen, and he leans off the turnbuckle to make his way to the center of the ring. "I appreciate it, bite-size," he teases back, allowing a grin to spread.

Well, this girl's already on his good side. She has jokes. It's an odd sort of comfort - regardless of how rough they might get, it keeps things fun.

Once he's standing before her, he lets his eyes rove over her figure. She's in shape, but not bulky. Kind'a cute. His feet spread, hands lifting to shoulder-height and fingers splay, inviting the dark-haired girl in for a lock-up. "My entrance isn't the only thing that's gonna impress ya," he adds confidently. "Ready?"

And the bell sounds off to signal the start of the match. *DING*

"Bite-size?" She asked rising an eyebrow and making a joking sign of being offended "got something against little people?"
She went to her corner.

"And what else is going to impress, me?" She asked half smiling "how high you scream?"

The bell sounded and Klach didnt waste her time. She charged her opponent, running towards him. She would try to target his knee with a punch. Trying to make the biggest amount of damage as soon as possible. If this worked she would try to send him to the floor by doing a judo throw over her shoulder. "Not so little now, eh?"

Well, Domino can't honestly say he's surprised by her refusal to lock up. Those faced with this much disparity in size tended to avoid outright tests of strength. Usually, that is. But at least this means he isn't facing a second superpowered freak of nature. So in a way, her opponent is pleased when she rushes him. Her unorthodox attack is a little alarming, however. He tries to shift his footing back and evade, but his mind was just too pre-occupied to work fast enough. Though the hit is lessened, it still unbalances him enough to stagger him over. And he's then flipped over her shoulder to land flat on his back with a surprised, "Nnf!," body splayed out before her.

He lies dazed for a second, but won't be down long. If she doesn't immediately follow up, he'll be rolling over to get back up to his feet. Witty retort is assured! Just give him a second for his mind to catch back up with things...

Klach would try to follow up by stomping her opponent in the stomach to gain a little of more time. If that worked she would try to roll him so he is lying on his stomach and apply a vicius camel clutch. She would whisper in his ear "smile to the cameras, Dom"

"Oomf!" That bare foot stomps into Domino's exposed abdominals, forcing his body to curl a little. His sleekly-toned frame is tough enough to take a bit of work before a battering will completely take him out, though! So as she rolls him over, he goes along with it, up until she's leaning in close to apply that hold. He suddenly twists and attempts to fire back an elbow towards her cheek to make her regret going for a hold like that so early!

"I'll be smilin' plenty after I pin ya down!," retorts the teen. And despite his words, he's already giving a wry little smile.