Tension World Title Match: Reira vs John Mitchell: No Disqualification

With John taken back for the moment, Reira leaned in, wrapping her arms around his waist, and charged forward, looking to drive his body against the steel steps on the corner of the ring!

"Come on Ginge!"

John hadn’t expected that. But in this kind of brutal encounter, he could hardly fault her for the low blow. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Still, it hurt like a bitch. Before he could fully recover, he suddenly felt her arms around his waist, driving him towards the steps.

His body smacked into them with a loud metal clang, making him growl out as he arched his back, trying to shove her away with his larger hands.

Roughly shoved away, Reira wasn't willing to just let him knock her back with ease. She growled as she stumbled a bit before righting herself. This guy was no pushover all right, she'd have to take full advantage of her surroundings and the no dq stipulations, once the match started, to bring him down. For now, she'd settle on softening him up with more damage.

Backing up an extra bit, she charged at him, ducking her head low and trying to catch him around his middle with a powerful spear, trying to use her momentum to slam him back into the steps and knock him and the metal items over all at once!

John let out a groan as he tried to force Reira away. He finally managed it, giving him a moment to try and recover from the pain he was in. He didn’t get to, though. Before he knew it, Reira was charging at him. He tried to get his arm out to stiff arm her, but she ducked under it and slammed him into the metal, bringing him down with a crash and shout of pain!

Reira stood up, smirking as she looked down at her fallen opponent, raising a fist in the air as if already signifying her victory. Once she pulled this trick off, she'd have things done.

Grabbing one of the steps, she set it up and stood on it, grabbing John by the hair and pulling him up to his feet on the steps, sliding his head between her legs.

"Your done for!"

She yelled, leaning down and grabbing him around his waist, trying to lift him up and piledrive the champion headfirst onto the steps!

John was really struggling here. He was dazed and confused, hurt, and on the ground. His back stung badly, and while she raised her fist, he reached his arm back and rubbed it, only to feel a gash and blood from the metal stairs.

While he recovered, she grabbed his hair and began to haul him up. He HAD to do something now, or he’d lose before this even began.

As she pulled him up, John let out a shout at the top of his lungs. “ENOOOUUGH!”. He reached out and grabbed her body, taking her by the waist. With all of his strength, he heaved and tossed her over himself, standing to his full height as he tossed her over his back in a back body drop!

"Oh Shit!"

Reira yelled, being flipped off of John's back, the extra height from standing on the steps allowing for a longer fall and a harder landing, her body hitting the padded floor with a loud smack.

She gasped, taking the impact flat on her back, arching a little before rolling to her front, legs kicking the floor in agony from the hard impact.

John was used to tough fights, but they rarely got and stayed so intense so quickly. There was no holding back, no reserves, they were just going at it full steam. John was already cut and panting hard, trying to avoid losing his breath and tiring out.

John pulled himself up from the mess they were in and turned towards Reira. He wasn’t thinking about the ring anymore, just about the fight. As she rolled onto her front, John quickly got in behind her. Before she could do anything, he pounced, landing on her back and slinking his arms around her throat. If he could lock it in, he’d rolled over, wrapping his legs around her and going for his finisher, the modified Kata ha Jima hold. His arms crushed her neck while his legs scisored her waist. He tried to lock the hold in tight, trying to weaken his opponent.

As if the pain in her back wasn't bad enough, she soon had a heavy ginger on her back, trying to choke her out. A damn good choke it was, squeezing on her throat and her waist, blocking her air supply tightly.

Her eyes bulged as she realized the predicament she was in, at this rate, she wouldn't last long before passing out. Still having her strength, Reira rolled over to her front, with John holding onto her on top, as she pushed herself up to her feet. Standing, she turned and, with a loud yell, threw her body back, trying to smash John between the top of the metal steps and her own body!

John groaned as he tried to hold the slipper girl in place. It was rare to find someone, man ro woman, who could work their way out of this hold, but she was actually managing to get up with the bigger man on his back! He struggled to hold her in place, but before he knew it, his back slammed into the metal steps with a loud bank, the points digging into his spine, his head bouncing brutally off of the metal, completely dazing him and leaving a gash in the back of his head and another on his back.