Domino vs. Kira "Wild Card" Malcolm

The kick sent Domino to the mat. It had hurt a bit more than she expected, and she realized pretty quickly that it had hit his arms rather than his jerk pervert face or any other more vulnerable part of his body. No matter. She was here all day and she could keep hurting him for as long as it took.

Moving to behind Domino, she would try to wrap her arm around his neck and bring her other hand to bear to lock in a sleeperhold on the model. "Don't kid YOURself. We all know why you're here, pervert," she hissed.

As Domino shifts over to his knees, he finds Kira suddenly behind him and looping an arm around his neck. "Errkk!" The sleeper hold cinches in, and he grabs onto her forearm with his left hand. This isn't a good position to be in. He knows this could be the end of everything, if she can keep a hold on him. And her remark... he isn't sure what she's driving at. But it sounds demeaning. He has to set her straight.

"I'm... here... to... win!" Gritting his teeth, Domino attempts to power through the strain of the hold, gulping against her forearm. He struggles to reach his feet and turn, hoping to ram Kira's back hard against a turnbuckle.

The Wild Card squeezed hard in the hold, trying to put as much pain and pressure on Domino as she could. She snarled as he remained insistent on fighting back... and worse, denying that he was a pervert! The nerve!

Before Kira could react, she felt herself lifted up off the mat by Domino. She tried to drag him back down to the mat but he was not going to just take it. He drove her back against the turnbuckle hard. "Kah!" She let out a gasp of pain and Domino would burst free of her grip easily. If Domino let her fall, Kira would fall to a sitting position in the corner, struggling to recover from that slam.

And Domino takes that opportunity to break free of the grip, coughing and rubbing along his neck. He turns around to find the girl slouched in the corner, looking vulnerable. Vulnerable and perfect. With a growl, he raises a boot to begin stomping at her sleek abs, trying to tenderize her belly much in the way her splash had with him - with extra!

The teen doesn't spare another quip for the time being. He has payback to dole out. And after the first stomp, it becomes more about returning the favor for that punch the gave him earlier. So while the girl's abs are exquisite and she, herself, ranks pretty high up there in attractiveness, he's determined to work her body over!

Stunned by that blow, Kira could manage to do little more than to look vulnerable. Her eyes shot wide as she saw Domino's boot come down. "Huah-ah-AH-AGH!" Kira's body shook and she cried out in pain with each stomp. The referee did not take too kindly to Domino's aggressive cornering of the Wild Card but she did not press the issue.

Kira curled up, trying to protect herself from Domino's barrage. She clung to the ropes and pulled and rolled herself out of the ring, taking any stomps Domino wanted to give her on the way out.

She would hit the floor outside the ring and rise slowly, clutching her stomach in pain, and mumbling a string of barely coherent obscenities. But she could do little else, she needed to recover from that brutal barrage from Domino.

Domino likes playing by the rules. He likes winning based on skill, talent, and tenacity, rather than cheap tactics. But sometimes it'll waiver, if by a little, when the opportunity presents itself and the situation seems to call for it. In this case, Kira seems like an opportunistic type who doesn't mind a cheap hit or two. So he needs to press every advantage he's presented if he's going to stay on top!

Once she slides out of the ring, the teen backs off and glowers after her. In a snap decision, he races to the far ropes and stretches them taut across his bare back. Momentum built up, he launches forward again, boots hammering along the mat. Just before hitting the ropes again, he drops to a slide, leading boots-first for a slidekick aimed either at the girl's chest or back. It all depends on how she's facing!

Either way, this match is being taken outside the ring!

It dawned on Kira now. Domino was not here to cop feels on women. No, he was one of those OTHER kinds of perverts. The kind who like to beat women.

Well, this woman was going to beat him back. Just... after she got back to her feet. Those stomps took it out of her. She had just risen to her knees, groaning in pain, when she saw something coming at her. It was a bit of a blur, but it was vaguely shaped like Domino's boots.

Oh.

The kick stuck the Wild Card right in the chest, launching her back into the barricade. Her skull collided with the barricade with a powerful clang. "GAH!" She shrieked, falling limp, weakly clutching her head in pain. For the moment, she could offer no resistance against whatever Domino had planned next for her. The ref continued her count on the two fighting outside the ring.

That collision of boots to chest is a satisfying feeling, moreso when he realizes just how squarely it landed on target. The follow-through leads Domino to land in a crouch just outside of the ring. At that moment, a realization dawns on him. He raises to his full height and looks around at the audience, so close he could deliver more high-fives. He'd never taken the match outside the ring before! Their energy feeds into him, their cheer somehow that much louder, fueling him, urging him on.

The teen stalks up to his hurting foe, and he grabs her by the shoulder and neck to drag her body upright again. Once standing, he walks her to the side of the ring, rears her head back, and slams her forehead against the mat. While he's definitely being violent with Kira, he's hoping to avoid bloodying or damaging her face. Wounding people isn't his style, and he always, always winds up feeling guilty about it on those occasions it happens.

Besides that, she's actually pretty. Well, when she isn't scowling at him. He's seen it, like, once. Ish.

After that slam, Domino intends to turn her over to arch her back across the edge of the ring with his left hand under her chin. This would leave her midsection taut and unprotected, perfect to drive a couple hard punches in from the right hand. The core's important. If that hurts too much, it could completely sap her ability to fight back or resist! Or so he hopes!

The world was still spinning violently and large parts of it were shining far too brightly in the Wild Card's eyes. There was a lot of pain. More than she preferred to suffer. She could still feel the many imprints of Domino's boot print on her stomach and she could have sworn she left a dent in that barricade. The world spun again, but this time it was because she was in the hands of a pervert. She moaned, the only protest she could make at the moment before he found another thing to bash her head into. Her head bounced off and she spun around, about to slide down the side of the ring, but Domino caught her. Holding her chin back, he slammed several hard blows right into her already tender midriff. She grit her teeth, sputtering in pain, unable to double over. She tried to struggle, but could do little more than grasp at Domino's hand.

The beating has become a brutal affair, the likes of which the Tension audience tends to favor. The cheer has risen to a raucous level, and the effect isn't lost on Domino. Kira's moaning protest is all but drowned out - all but. Once her stomach's received a few more punches, the dark-haired teen reaches down to scoop her legs and roll her under the bottom rope. The referee, meanwhile, had only hit the count of five. They weren't at any risk of a count-out. Domino just felt she'd had enough of that treatment.

Naturally, he makes to slide under the bottom rope after her. "Maybe no more cheap shots, huh?," he chides as he goes for her shoulders. He has every intention to stand her up.

Though it's been her receiving the beating lately, the toll of the match is still evident on his form. His frame rises and falls heavily with each breath, his body taken a light glisten under the bright overheads.