Neo League 351 - #361: Drake vs Shermie

Description: A fight after a fight! This fight takes place immedeately after Jesen and Arika fought in Hawaii. It involves a boat being thrown around, and some splashy-ness! But no kisses this time! (Winner: Shermie)

The tropical rainforest surrounding Hilo on the east cost of the Big Island is one of the wettest regions in Hawaii. Steep tropical mountains form the backdrop and numerous waterfalls cascade loudly over gulches and streams. With the mid-morning sun, the day has yet to get hot and humid which means there are very few tourists milling about the Rainbow Falls as of yet. The sun also sits directly behind the spray in front of the cave as the water hits the pool of water below, becoming a natural prism that creates shimmering rainbows that quickly disappear.
Surrounding the area are huge, dominating mango trees that are loaded with ripening fruit. Many branches hang down over the water, so heavy with fruit that if there is a strong wind they bow and dip into the pool. Many other rare plants and foliage can be found here, including an extremely rare pink banana and just above the viewing area is an enormous Banyan tree that has cameras hidden in it so that the fight can be caught from above.
A large floating platform in the center of the pool is where the action seems to be set to take place. Drake - or Domino, rather - is waiting for the modestly small boat to pick him up and ferry him across to the platform, dressed as if he had no other intentions than to lounge on a beach today.
Ah, but the match just before Domino's went very well for his teammate. He looks quite pleased, broad smile worn as he awaits the girl's arrival on the boat.

So, with Jesen gone off wherever it is his boat is taking him, Arika's boat finally reaches the spectators area and she hops out, running toward her teammate. "I did it, luv! Did you see?" To say that the punk rock princess is ecstatic is definitely an understatement. Just before she reaches Drake, she throws her arms out so that she can wrap them about his neck. "Good luck in your fight! I'll be right here to cheer you on!"

"Aww.. And I didn't bring /my/ cheering section!"

That may be the only notice Shermie gave of her presence to the pair that remain at the edge of the water. Sadly, Chris and Yashiro have had better things to do than to go to Hawaii and hang out as she pranced about in swimwear and fought. What's with that!!! As she walks up, she flips one of her long ponytails behind her, brown hair swaying in the light breeze by the beach's shore. Dressed in a simple two-piece swimsuit with a bold black and maroon color scheme, she passes them both by and steps onto the boat, to get ready to head towards the platform.

"Don't be afraid if you end up all wet after this.." she says with a impish grin that might reach her eyes - it's hard to tell, what with the bangs that hang in front of them, keeping her eyes - windows to the soul, as they say - from view.

Clark heads to Asia.

Drake grins a little more when Arika 'docks' on the ground. And as she's suddenly hugging him, he returns it in a congratulatory manner. "You did great. Brilliantly, even. Told you you had nothing to worry about," he praises cheerfully. "Now, if my opponent would just sh-.."
The brunette female is given an odd look. He really knows nothing about Shermie other than a stray photo, so how does he know it's her? It's quite simple: the hair. It's funny how something that veils a person can also be used to identify them. Domino glances askance to Arika again, and he nods to her briskly. Though then he departs from her, going to board the same boat as the brunette. Hey, her boat was the one Jesen was riding. He pushes them off towards the platform, and the motor takes it from there.
"So you're Shermie, huh?," Domino asks conversationally. He extends a hand out to her, palm upturned. "As I'm sure you've guessed, I'm Domino."

That's it? -That's- the congratulations? Arika sends a scathing glance to the brunette and slips the sarong about her waist as she stands there in the spectator area. Arms cross over her chest and she finds an area where she can sit and watch the fight at a distance from the others. Yeah. This is going exactly how she figured it would go on the plane over here. "Good luck, Domino," she calls from where she sits.

"Domino... Interesting name, interesting man."

Shermie returns the greeting casually, before giving a little wave and smile towards th girl left behind on shore. She might be just a little teasing about this, the emphasis of 'guys always leave when the fighting time comes - but she's sure that she'll be returning Domino back to the other girl, only slightly used. And probably not soiled at all - after all, they're surrounded by nature's beauty out here! Mn, beauty! She's taking a moment or two to try and take it all in.

"You picked an amazing place - this is definitely going on my list of 'spots to relax', Domino." She grins again before she turns her head towards the platform. Almost time, and when it's ready, well - perhaps there will be some surprises in store for him! Mweh-heh! This is the devious mind of someone who is rather desperate to pull out a win, yes! She pauses, then adds one final thing as the boat pulls up.

"I'm not too much on formality - I'm pretty much ready to go as soon as this boat lands. Let's give everyone a good show, alright?"

COMBATSYS: Shermie has started a fight here.

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Along the boatride, the announcer speaks up.
"And for our next match! Ladies and gentlemen, arriving from boat right now, it's Domino! Versus! Shermie! Put on your sunglasses and tip your straw hats down, 'cause this fight is gonna be all fireworks!"
Meanwhile, the dark-haired model snickers softly. "I honestly didn't pick it. I just figured it would be best and easiest to have the match here, since this is where I'll be staying for a few days." Her commentary, however, warrants a quick shift in wardrobe. He shrugs out of his overshirt and nudges his sandals off, leaving the garments on the boat. "So much for theatrics...," he muses.
The boat hits the platform, and Domino quickly hops off and moves in towards the center of the platform, whereupon he turns to eye the brunette intently.

COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here.

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Shermie          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Drake

COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.

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Shermie          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Drake

He hopped off, and kept his back on her.

See, that's a bad idea when someone is very, very, very intent on winning. Shermie is very, very, very intent on winning. So much so, in fact, that as he turns around to face her, he's going to find her hair-to-eye with him, her body /almost/ touching his own. There's that little smile again, her voice soft as she whispers something in a cocky little voice.


And the second she does, well - her hand goes for his hair, fingers trying to wrap into those dark locks, lifting herself up off the platform. Should she succeed, well - she'll land knees first on his shoulders, grab and grip his hair, and then /twist/ with her body enoough to toss him at an edge of the platform. It's probably not enough to send him into the water...

But it's a start!

COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Spiral from Shermie with Solar Eclipse.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0            Drake

Domino turns around and.. well.. hello hair. Amethyst eyes widen slightly in surprise, and he suddenly finds himself grabbed. When she perches on him, his hands lift to attempt dislodging her... only it doesn't succeed. He gets flipped over, and tumbles a little along the platform towards its edge. A bit winded from that, the wrestler is a little slow to get back up.
"And, uh.. fight!," announces the late announcer.

There we go! That's the way a fight starts!

Shermie's cheeks glow with pleasure as she lands back on her feet and watches the tumble and bounce. It's a good feeling to know that something's worked well, and she bounces on the balls of her feet as she starts to close again. Heedless of the 'actual' start of the fight, she's offering Domino nothing but a full-court press, unwilling to take any heat off of him for even a second or two. She knows what that sort of thing can do!

"Was it good for you too?"

Her voice is amused, not taunting as she calls it out, legs churning and .. er, other secondary motion occuring as she closes in on the wrestler. As she nears where he is, her plan becomes evident - instead of trying to knock him back into the middle of the ring, she flips forwards, bare feet coming in at his chest in a flip-kick! Still trying to drive him back even further. After all, wrestling in water should give her the advantage...

She has natural buoyancy!

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Shermie's Shermie Cute.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0            Drake

Domino raises up to a knee when he sees the fairly strange woman bearing in on him. His eyes narrow and he ducks low to roll underneath her when she takes to the air. He raises up smoothly behind her, and his arms attempt to lock around her stomach.
"Why, Miss," Domino says, tone on the wry side, "Do you flirt with -all- the guys this way?"
And with that, the wrestler model attempts to hoist the brunette into the air, bridging his back to suplex her against her head and shoulders.

COMBATSYS: Shermie fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Drake with Shermie Whip.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0            Drake

Shermie's not sent into the water - this is good! As she missed, she thought momentum would carry her over and into the lake. However, she's wrapped up, and drawn in - this keeps her from going over the edge, and she actually leans back into the 'embrace'. As she's asked the question, she almost laughs, trying to eel out to the side. She can see it now. He'll throw her, but she'll catch herself and suplex him /right/ back...

"Oh, no - you're a /special/ oOOOON*THUD*"

Shermie needs to learn not to talk like that in the midst of combat. Oops! As she's suplexed, she goes down, landing in a roll and getting back to her feet a little shakily, trying to focus on her opponent before facing him again, her lips turned down, just a little bit. She can't lose control of this fight - not yet.

Domino twists over and pushes himself back up to his feet once the suplex is delivered. He rushes in towards Shermie even as she's shakily rising again, attempting to grab ahold of her. Right arm hooking over her torso and under her arms, left arm attempting to sweep her legs out from under her. If successful, he holds her body horizontal to the platform a second before dropping down to the side in a sidewalk slam. That is, with her back smacking against the platform, and his side slamming across her stomach.

COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Drake's Strong Throw.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0            Drake

"No.. not so fast!"

Shermie's not fast enough to avoid the grab, but she does manage to slap the ground as she goes down, a half-done breakfall that keeps the slam from doing too much to her. As she gets landed on by Domino, her air goes out in a WHOOSH, and she grunts in a very unladylike manner. "You'll have to do .. better than that!" she exclaims!

From there, she simply pushes herself up into a back bridge, attempting to muscle the man off of her - and if she's lucky, he won't regain his balance and instead get to suffer the indignity of going /right/ back down onto the platform, back-first!

COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Drake with Fast Throw.
Glancing Blow

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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0            Drake

Domino can't help but snicker softly. "Well, aren't you resilient," he teases. He's thrown off, but he only lands in a light tumble, and gets easily back to his feet. The model circles Shermie slowly, waiting for an opening before shifting back onto his left foot, hands chambering. He drops forward, both palms thrusting out towards her torso. And the moment contact is made, his palms ignite in a bright white flare of energy.

COMBATSYS: Shermie dodges Drake's Whiteout.

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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0            Drake

Had Drake gone for her chest, it might have been different - there's a few inches less distance when trying to contact there! Shermie, however, manages to see the attack coming (how, with that hair!?), and just eases to the side just as the white explosion flares up, making her whistle appreciatively! "Now /that/ gets my blood pumping.." she purrs, her smile back on her face. She hasn't decided how to deal with it, yet - and she may have to take a second or two to prepare for what she needs...

"I haven't ever seen someone do something with that kind of color to it. You're not one of those psycho-whatsists, are you..?" she asks curiously - more to get him talking than to do anything else. It gives her a chance to circle him again, and this time she's got a way to play distraction that should set the pace back in her favor! Backstepping, she just leaps into the water, a deliberate dive to spray water in Drake's face - hopefully he'lll choke on the water or get it in his eyes or something and he'll lose focus. Or maybe the sight of Shermie getting back /out/ of the water will do that!

COMBATSYS: Drake overcomes Thrown Object from Shermie with Domino Helix.

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Shermie          0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0            Drake

Bright discharge, and Domino is back into his stance. Hrm. Judging by how the girl is still present and not tumbling across the platform, it seems as though she's not been struck. So he circles with her, a thin, bemused grin etching over his lips. "Oh, you're a -charmer-. Callin' a guy a psycho.." Pause. Wait. She's distracting him.
Domino is -not- known for chatting up opponents.
The wrestler's eyes narrow intently on the female, mind focusing on the fight at hand. When she dives under water, he prepares to get into ranged combat. His hands pull back, the right one gathering white energy, the left one gathering black. The moment the woman emerges, the palms thrust forward together, expelling the energy in two thick beams that intertwine, forming a double helix. The twisting, spiraling beam blasts easily through the water, racing towards the brunette.

COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Shermie with Domino Helix.

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Shermie          0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0            Drake

Okay, so that wasn't the smartest move. In fact, that was a pretty /dumb/ move, hanging out and letting the water wrap around her, thinking that it would affect him in the least. These are the sorts of mistakes you make when you're not a professional fighter. In most cases, you just suck it up and go on - and sometimes er, you eat a double-helix of white energy. The impact knocks Shermie back under for a second, and when she comes back up, she gasps for breath. The inhalation causes her to ries up a few more inches in the water, then she finds her natural bouyant spot and treads there, unsure of the best way to come back in without, er - getting pounded.

"You know - that's pretty impressive there... You going to come in and play with me here, or should I get back on the platform?" she asks, giving her best impression of a drowned kitten! Mrow!

COMBATSYS: Shermie focuses on her next action.

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Shermie          0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0            Drake

White and BLACK energy!
It's very fancy.

Domino just sets a flat, stoic look on Shermie. His right foot slides forward, setting him into a shallow stance. His left fist hovers at chest level, right fist at a lower angle, prepared for her. In response to her suggestion, his head jerks over a couple times, in clear gesture for her to re-enter the platform.

COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.

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Shermie          0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0            Drake

"... Aww, the water's nice.."

Shermie's not too surprised, so she swims back over, hands on the edge of the platform. Wet and dripping, she flips herself back up to a standing position, effortlessly taking her place on the fighting 'stage' again. She flips her hair out behind her, and just grins. So it's come down to this, well - maybe she can give him something confusing, all the same.

"So the girl with you - what's her style?" Still chatting with him, trying to sway him off-balance. It probably won't work - but it does hide the fact that she's preparing, bringing her body into one moment of motion - culminating in an explosive burst of speed that makes it seem like her attack is coming from /everywhere/ all at once...

COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Drake with Shermie Shoot.
- Power hit! -

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Shermie          0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1            Drake

Amazingly, it's not a frontal attack - and it's simply Shermie sliding around the man, her arms snaking around his hips. There's a grunt, and another lift and slam, a suplex much like the one he did before, followed up by a rolling toss to the side - driving him away from her. She looks .. happy. And wet. Soaked, darn water!

It's.. really hard to react to something that seems to be coming from all angles at once. Domino attempts a frontal grab on the female, only.. she's not actually there. He gets grabbed, suplexed with a yelp, then sent through the air with a cry. He hits the platform and tumbles along, ending face down. There he stays for a few long moments before he slowly pulls himself up to his feet, looking quite dazed. Possibly even injured. That.. was hard. Very hard. His hand lifts to gingerly touch the back of his head. When it comes back around, there's some red. He's bleeding now. Wonderful.
The wrestler turns to face Shermie with a stagger, then moves in towards her at a surprising speed. He attempts to hook his left arm over her neck for a forward headlock. He then tries to get her right arm behind his neck, then set the right hand to her hip. He attempts to hoist her upside-down into the air, then drop back to suplex her onto her back again.

COMBATSYS: Shermie interrupts Strong Throw from Drake with Clutch.

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Shermie          0/-------/-======|=======\======-\1            Drake

Neck wrenching as she's grabbed, Shermie hangs on for dear life. It's not a fun situation, oh no. She's wrapped up with people enough to know what comes next, the grab and lift that's going to come - and in that second, she knows how to react to it.

As she starts to come down, she bends her body insanely twistily, her knees and feet hittint the ground at the same time. In an amazing feat of strength, she uses the momentum to flip Domino over /her/ as well, sending him to the ground in a matching suplex right afterwards. She doesn't get up immedeately, her knees screaming in pain, the intense impact rattling her something fierce. Ow, oh ow. Oh owwie owwie ow.

SLAM. Domino bounces off the platform once, then lays vulnerable for several seconds. Not long enough to be called in a knock-out, however. By sheer dogged persistance, the model raises back up to his feet with a groan.
Domino reaches down to attempt grabbing the brunette by the shoulders and twisting her about to lock her neck between his legs. His arms then go to hook around her waist, attempting to pull her up into a belly-to-belly piledriver position.

COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Drake's Total Eclipse.

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Shermie          1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0            Drake

And with Shermie locked up into position, Domino releases with one arm to thrust the other up, getting the audience more riled up. The lifted arm joins the first to grip suddenly more tightly, applying an inverted bearhug. After a couple seconds of this, the dark-haired wrestler model leaps high into the air. While holding the brunette, he pulls into a series of forward flips, each one growing faster than the last. On the descent, the two fighters have blurred into a full circle, only for the mirage to end the moment Domino drives Shermie's head and shoulders against the platform. With the full momentum of the flip, and the wrestler's weight added.

Kurow heads to Antarctica.

There's something about being used to wrasslin'. About being used to taking a hit and being tossed around. Shermie knows /all/ about being chucked here and there, having done it to a large number of people in her fights. Back and forth, suplex, bodyslam, flipkick.. It lends itself to a certain knowledge of when things are going to happen - and how to recover yourself out of them while in the midst of taking them! As they land, Shermie twists /just/ so, the brunt of the impact catching on her shoulders, letting her body roll as best she can with the slam of pressure.

With Domino atop her, there's no way to /truly/ escape - but she can try to wriggle around beneath him (also to get the crowd riled up!) and finish the fight with something simple. It's dirty, it's quick - and it's a bad thing to do to a model, right before a photo shoot that she doesn't know about - but she brings her head back and tries to put her forhead into Domino's noggin, to put him down and out.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Shermie's Quick Punch.

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Shermie          1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0            Drake

Domino had no real intention to pin the brunette down. This isn't professional wrestling, and this isn't a ring. If it -was-, though, that would've been the perfect opportunity. However, she's allowed to wriggle free, and when her head comes up, the wrestler simply rolls aside.
Domino raises up to his feet with a slight sideways stagger, looking as though he's just barely hanging in there. He gives his head a shake to attempt concentrating, then steps in quickly towards her again. At the last second, his left shoulder shrugs back, and he turns in a crisp spin to end his position at her left side. His left fist snaps up in a sharp backfist aimed for her cheek.

COMBATSYS: Shermie endures Drake's Crescent Fist.

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Shermie          1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0            Drake

Shermie is getting to her feet too - she'll be ready, prepared and set for when the next hit comes in, psyched up and ever so able to just grab him and throw him to the ground... Only that chance never comes. As he brings up his spin, she lurches forwards in a grab at him, only to take the fist right in the side of her cheek, rocking her head to the side with a 'SMACK' echoed through the area. There's a silence, then, Shermie suddenly looking almost .. angry, the simple smile on her lips gone as color flares along her face.

"That's enough.." she growls under her breath, a slight set of sparks around her mouth, lightning and ozone seeming to drip off her body as she breathes in and out, taking the pain and internalizing it, letting it feed the bubbling rage that has suddenly sprung to life in her blood - Orochi's call fielding her and stripping that cunning from her. Instead, it just makes her faster, moving with a blue afterimage following her as she tries to simply grab Domino from behind, to bring him back in an even /stronger/ suplex. This one, if it hits, carries a longer and more mocking movement - as she holds it, she calls to the ref to count the time - even if it doesn't /mean/ the end of the fight, it's still a showmanship thing that she'll do for the crowd. Besides, holding the back bridge in her swimsuit for a three count will make the news. Or the tabloids!

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Shermie's Shermie Flash.

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Shermie          0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0            Drake

Suddenly, things don't seem quite like a normal fight. This Shermie girl is... there's something wrong with her. Using what energy he has left, Domino wrenches his body free of her hold before the suplex hits. He uses her arched over, hopefully off-balance position to his advantage and demonstrates his agility by literally climbing her without pushing her about. He springs off of her and twists through the air, aiming to drop his body down squarely atop hers in a bodysplash.

COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Drake's Darkside Slam.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0            Drake

Grabbed and climbed up and around - what would Yashiro say? Other than '... don't leave footprints', that is? Augh! Shermie's going to be impressed when she recovers, but the sudden surge of power seems to have left her a little baffled, and dazed. She's only half able to get out of the way of the attack that comes raining down on her, Domino landing right on her knees again, and bringing a wince from the girl. She cries out, and tries to roll away - unable to really do so.

And so instead, she tries to bring one leg around and catch Domino's knees up in her crossed legs, to roll them into a painful sort of submission as she just rolls to the side against him, seeing if she can make his feet touch his spine. "I'm /not/ going to lose this!" she says, as if she's trying to convince herself...

COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Drake with Fast Throw.

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Shermie          0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0            Drake

Domino is... simply too worn down to get away from her in time. His legs are tangled, the roll over is made, and a sharp yelp escapes the wrestler. His hand hovers over the platform for several seconds, just bordering on tapping out. Though a second before he does, he wriggles his legs free! Through that sheer, dogged determination, the model crawls across the platform and reaches down for...
...The boat they didn't use to board the platform.
One of the officials must have sent it back over.
Grasping onto it with both hands, the model waits a few seconds to gather his energy... then he turns around, hoisting the small boat out of the water and attempting to whack Shermie with it.
But hit or miss, if the boat isn't splintered, it flies back into the water. And Domino? He just barely stands on his two feet. FINISH HIM!

COMBATSYS: Drake can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Shermie dodges Drake's Random Weapon.

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'C'mon, tap out. Give up. Give /up/!'

Shermie's perfectly willing to win this one - but she can't hold him into the submission. He escapes, and she slams her hands on the ground in frustration, starting to work her way up. Only to see, er.. giant boat right in front of her.

Shermie does the only smart thing she can. She hurls herself to the side, letting her body fall off the platform, taking her out of the range of the craft and the splinters of wood that herald it's demise. Bobbing up afterwards she looks at the dizzied, almost out man - and then laughs. She's done it. She reaches behind her, and whips one ponytail, catching him around a wrist, and /yanking/ him down into the water. Don't worry, she won't let him drown - she'll even swim him to shore, since /he/ blew up their transportation. And under her breath, well..

"You're good. Thanks for the battle... Domino."

COMBATSYS: Shermie takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Shermie has ended the fight here.

Domino's wrist is caught. His dark eyes shift to the hair, almost with no apparent interest.. and he finds himself in water. Too weak to swim, he either just sinks or gets dragged about.
But the silly girl, the boat they used is still on the other side of the platform.
Either way, Domino is in no condition to argue one way or the other. He's just slumped, slouched.. if not knocked out, right on the borderline of it.
As for the announcer? He's a bit.. uncertain.. on how to judge this. Water makes it difficult to see what's going on. But he chances a guess anyway. "And winner by.. ahh.. submersion! Shermie~!"
The audience goes crazy. After all, that ending was looking quite close.

Back on the shore, Arika waits. There is a tenseness in her body. The entire fight left her on edge, but when the brunette knocks the barely conscious Domino off of the platform, she instantly reacts. Feet hit the ground and she's off and running toward the water, sarong being swept off and tossed into the crowd as she makes a perfect dive into the pool of sparkling water. At this point, she doesn't care if his opponent has him she's got to make sure that her teammate is okay!

Admittedly, it's tough to keep him up, but Shermie's doing her best as she takes him over. When Arika closes in on them, she waves the other woman over, and motions to his other arm. "This guy's heavy, but I bet we can get him to shore alright. Nice fight you had earlier.. And don't worry, I bet he'll be fine with you there to take care of him." She chuckles a bit, and kicks a little more strongly to keep him afloat.

Drake blubs in the water gracelessly. Eyes aren't open, and he's rather lax.. but he does manage to lift his head a little. "..You're not bad.. Shermie..," he offers between laps of the crystal water. "Gott'a.. fight you again.. sometime.." His head lulls to the side a bit then.

Arika isn't exactly sure what to say to Shermie... so she doesn't say anything. Simply kicks over to Drake's other side and tries to slide his arm around her neck. "Hang in there, luv." Good thing she had the foresight to call the medics for her own fight and keep them on hand just in case. Resignedly she shifts her eyes to the side, toward the brunette. "Thanks. You too." Pause. "The fight I mean."

Log created by Shermie, and last modified on 15:17:48 04/22/2007.