SD 15 Main Event: Title Match - Reira Kirishima(C) Vs. Domino!

Domino was shooting for dazed, but he'll certainly take 'unable to stand', too. As long as she's giving no resistance and already in a bad place, he can hope to be free and clear of interruption. She's in the way of him achieving his dreams, and she flipped off his girl. He means to put her down.

The teen leans down over her and wraps his arms snugly around her midsection. From that low, near-crouched position, Domino bolts upright with a cry of effort and attempts to swing Reira into the air! His back bridges, aiming to slam the girl down against her head and shoulders in a German suplex!

But the pain train won't be ending there. Rather than bridge into a pin, he intends to roll back along her crumpled body to whip her into the air a second time for a chained suplex! The onslaught, if he has his way, will only come to a halt with a third suplex, ending in that bridging pin!

As if one german suplex wasn't bad enough, Reira was lifted and dropped onto her head and shoulders two more times, her head throbbing and vision blurring a bit as she suffered the rattling effects.

And just to make things worse, she gasped as she heard the referee's hand come down, followed by her count.

"ONE!"

Rolling German suplexes can be a mixed bag. On the one hand, being on the receiving end really sucks. If having your whole bodyweight thumping against your head and shoulders, slung around with the assistance of your attacker, wasn't enough, you get to deal with it twice more. On the other hand, the attacker's tumbling backwards end-over-end with a generally-floppy victim; it requires a lot of athleticism and a solid sense of balance.

Though dizzied, Domino's managed to pull it off without letting the champ loose, and their momentum has come to a complete halt in bridging pin position. The teen's body is bowed into a tight arch, the fly cameras getting an excellent shot of his sleekly-toned abdominals. As the referee girl drops to the mat to begin the count, Domino clenches his arms a little tighter around Reira's stomach, cinching his chest against her hips, his face pressed into her lower back.

The girl's hand swings down to strike the mat again. "TWO!"

Domino pushes onto the toes of his boots, his legs tensing to add as much pressure as possible...

Reira let out a choked growl, having trouble breathing with her legs folded above her head, crunching her stomach in. Time seemed to almost slow down for her, as she heard the crowd yelling, crying for her defeat, and thought of just how the other Thorns would react to her losing the belt so soon after winning it, especially after all her boasting. They would love it, never letting her live it down.

Well, sorry for them, but they would all end up disappointed, as Reira kicked her legs up and out, her body turning to the side as she broke the pin and rolled onto her front, breathing heavily as she tried to sooth the headache and pain in her neck.

"Not...going down...that easy!"

She yelled, though if she was directing it at Domino, the crowd, or herself, was unknown.

The pin is broken and both grapplers are turns over onto the mat. Domino withdraws his arms from Reira's midsection and he shifts over onto his knees, panting softly. His hand run over his face and into his hair, whisking those bangs back out of his eyes - which lasts a total or two seconds before dropping back into place.

He'd hoped that would have been enough to put the champ down, but at the same time, he's not exactly surprised. He knew when he looked at her that she'd be tough. And from how it sounds, things just took a personal turn for her. He can't be sure what that's going to mean from her, but he's positive he's going to have to wear her down more.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Domino mutters to her. It isn't entirely true; he'd rather she have lost it there. But it sounds tough, at least, and he delivers it with enough residual ire that it may come across sincere. He's still not over her flipping off his girl.

Hands grab for her shoulders to drag her up to her feet again, and promptly whirl her around to face him. Without wasting any time, the teen attempts to hook his arms around her waist to grip her body against his, hoisting her a little off her boots to mash her belly to his, her breasts against his firm pecs, with hips pressed to hips. The smoothly-rippled muscle tone of his arms will begin pumped, grinding her body against his in a full-on face-to-face bearhug, leaving zero space between their athletic forms. The final touch is a tilt of his head forward, close to her cheek to avoid potential headbutts. Of course, there are other means of getting out of a bearhug, but she already tagged him with a headbutt once so far. He hates those.

Reira had been worried about just what he had planned to do...until he locked in a bearhug, which, while not a bad move on its own, was rather easy to get out of, as she was about to demonstrate.

Raising her arms, she slapped her hands together, smashing her palms against his ears on both sides of his head. The Bell Clap would disorient him, throw him off, causing his grip to weaken and allowing her to break his bearhug grip.

Following up, she'd grab him around his own waist, securing a tight grip before she hoisted him upwards and fell back in one swift motion, throwing his body over her own as she fell, so that he would sail over her and hit the mat, a victim of a belly to belly suplex.

The plan was simple and relied on the champ staying dazed a bit longer than she clearly was, and for the bearhug to be a little more immediately punishing. It appears that neither were the case, as it's immediately countered with a clap of her hands against his ears.

Domino's brain is effectively rattled, but he's aware enough to feel Reira's arms hook around his middle. Was she going for a bearhug of her own? He's only ever dealt with one female who even used those. But alas, it appears it's going to stay at a count of one, if just for now! The teen is yanked into the air and slammed behind the ginger on his chest, his legs curling back to contort his body into a tight C-shape briefly before he drops flat to the mat.

"Ung..." He props his right forearm against the mat, the left crossing his pecs.

Getting up, Reira shook her head, which was still throbbing from those german suplexes, as she walked over to the fallen teen.

Grabbing his hair, she pulled him up to his feet, keeping him bent over, before wrapping her arm around his neck and falling back, trying to spike him onto the mat headfirst with a DDT!

Julia had simply glared at Reira as the woman flipped her off, and the crowd boo'd the champ's disrespectful action. But then Domino was quick to make her pay for it as he went back on the offensive.

"That's it, Drake! Kick her ass!"

But as soon as his momentum had launched off, it came to an abrupt stop as Reira tossed him overhead with the belly-to-belly suplex, causing Julia to yelp in surprise as she watched. But the champ wasn't done there, and now she was pulling Domino up to attempt a DDT!

"Watch out!" Julia yelled out, desperately hoping her warning would reach the challenger in time.

Julia's warning reaches Domino, and he knows Reira's planning some fresh Hell for him when he feels her grab him by the hair. With a wince, he grabs at the offending wrist, only to be fed under her arm. One arm hooks her midsection, and before he can fully process what's being done to him, Reira's full bodyweight is dragging him forward. The teen manages only to turn his head down so as to not take the DDT to the face, and instead atop his head.

Arguably, this could be worse. But people have that self-preservation instinct.

Domino's body jolts with the impact before slacking in her grip. His free hand paws at the mat while the other arm hangs limply around the champ's waist, his body stewn over hers.