Gina Baudelaire vs Dirk Lewser - A Simple Dark Match (For Cleo)

Dirk cringed at the sound of Gina falling on her face from his drop toe hold. Not only that but some of the crowd members that were still in the stands booed the rookie for going so hard on her. Dirk felt some double standards were at play here. But, at the same time, SHE was the rising star. HE was the indy talent ordered to get her over.

All the secret weapon could do was sigh in response and get himself into a crouching position prepared to follow up. He quickly dashed over to her but was suddenly stopped by the sound of her smacking the canvas with her fist. Not only that, but she suddenly glared at him with the fury of a wild animal that was suddenly in fight or flight mode. This sent a lightning bolt of fear into Dirk's heart. He started to wonder just what kind of demon did he just unleash in the world.
Chants of "You fucked up!" and similar phrases began to ring out in the arena. Dirk quickly looked around nervously as the crowd was firmly getting behind Gina. He stammered and wanted to apologize and say he didn't mean to kick things up a notch so suddenly. Unfortunately for him though, Gina was in no mood to talk!

Gawgh! Was all the secret weapon could yelp before he was tackled to the mat by a raging pink missile! The crowd excitedly cheered for her! He was sent onto his back with her legs wrapped around firmly around his hips. Through gritted teeth, Dirk moaned in pain. Though he was a better striker, Gina wasn't exactly the worst submissionist it seems.

Before the referee, could kneel down and ask Dirk if he wanted to give up, a pink fist came raging down into his jaw, smashing his head into the mat with a thud. This managed to knock Dirk loopy for a couple seconds, but his body remembered his MMA training from his younger years to now. So, his body instinctively brought his arms up to protect his face while he regained consciousness. But, Gina had no intention of letting up and continued to rain blow after blow into Dirk's face. Some landed, some missed and the majority of them were blocked. And Dirk had a small amount of blood come from his bottom lip.
Gina would have to be carefully otherwise a disqualification would soon be on her hands.

Amidst the chaos, Dirk realized the precarious situation—Gina needed to tread carefully to avoid a disqualification. The intensity of the confrontation left the audience on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating the unfolding drama in the ring. As Dirk grappled with the unexpected turn of events, Gina's relentless assault continued, creating an electrifying atmosphere that neither the participants nor the crowd would soon forget. She wouldn't stop, even if it led to a disqualification, but perhaps, out of bias, the referee shoved her off of him and gave them both time to breath. She was upset, groaning and throwing a tantrum like a child. However, in the end, she managed to put some space in between them. Now, it was her turn to do some real damage to him. She took a few steps back, waiting for him to get back up. She was going to use her ballerina skills to their limit, spinning around—with a plethora of kicks to his gut.

After finally having Gina pulled off of him, Dirk would slowly get to his feet, groaning and weary.
Ugh...

Then, he brought his right hand up to his mouth and felt his lower lip. He removed his hand and looked at his fingers. Yep, that was his blood. He clenched his fist. Guess things were even now.  
If he had the play the bad guy in this situation, then so be it.

Of course you realize... This means wa-Glugh!
Was all Dirk could say before he was struck by Gina's kicks aimed at his stomach! The crowd still firmly behind her!

Gina quickly took her advantage to run over to the turnbuckle and climb the top section. She leaped in the air, floating over with her skirt to hopefully wrap her legs around his head and fling him down on the canvas. The audience saw potential in her, the pink-haired brat packing quite a skillful assault for her first match. Then again, fighting was nothing new to her, despite her rather normal look.
She didn't stand out too much, even in her adolescent years, but now, she'd be seen by everyone. This was her time to shine, and she wouldn't let that go for anything. It was all thanks to her best friend; she got this opportunity to be a star. A wrestler star, unfortunately, but a star, nonetheless. From the looks of it, the role fit her more than anything else so far, especially with her ballerina training.

Dirk thrown onto his head into the canvas courtesy of Gina's hurricanrana! He fell onto his stomach and laid on the mat looking up at the lights.

Agh! Ugh... He may have been on the ground, but he was certainly not out. He waited for Gina to perform a diving attack so he dodge it!

Gina's body limply bounced off the canvas, a loud thud reverberating across the stadium. Needless to say, him dodging was the worst thing that could have happened; the soft woman's arm taking the full brunt of the crash. She held her shoulder tight, digging her nails into her skin in complete torture. This was a sudden change of pace, Dirk now with the opportunity to strike hard, even if her fragile body had already taken enough. However, she knew better now to not stick around for a follow-up attack, so she rolled out of the ring to take a breather. She dropped to her knees, the ballerina holding her upper body upward with her unscathed arm.
It reminded her of all the fights she'd have back when she was younger. She wasn't the type to fight, but she did—some wins, some losses, but at the end of the day, she enjoyed being by Lucia's side. It seemed like the two were inseparable back in their childhood; Gina now having to come into this match solo, and getting her ass absolutely clobbered by her male opponent. She didn't sign up to fight someone that could snap her in half if they wanted to—faced with another woman, she, at least, had a chance.
The thought that Dirk was unfairly beating her stressed her out. She barely focused on her opponent; if he'd pursue her or not. At the very least, the spectators immediately grew a liking to her. In the end, she was still probably going to be a star after this—action figures, t-shirts, and all. After all, she was a pretty, young enchantress. Not overly attractive, but not unpleasant to look at either. You could say, she was pretty much a normal girl, and she enjoyed that about herself. It gave her room to build on herself, and make a career from it.

Dirk's plan to dodge worked well. Much to the crowd's dismay, the pink warrior landed on the mat arm first! Dirk rolled unto his feet and was ready to capitalize! That is... if it weren't for the fact that she had rolled out of ring. Fine then. Dirk quickly got up and darted to the ring ropes behind him. Then, propelling himself off those ropes, he ran toward where Gina was standing on the outside and ducked down at the last second with a baseball slide kick!

If the move connected, Dirk would waste no time, get back to his feet and whip Gina back into the ring, ready to finally seal the deal!

Lucky for the ballerina, the audience had gasped in surprise, allowing for Gina to quickly notice the man and slide out of the way. She giggled, and spat towards Dirk, who had now fallen down on the hard floor. It was now or never; if she didn't beat him down to size now, she might never have her chance. If he didn't move after getting spat on, she'd follow it up with a quick boot down his back.

Courtesy of the crowd, shouting at Gina of what Dirk was planning, she was able to swiftly dodge his sliding kick. Dirk missed his baseball slide and fell unto his back out of the ring. Gck!

Dirk grit his teeth and slowly rolled onto his stomach while everyone praised Gina for her speed.
The crowd was just falling in love with the french pinkette. But, then, she took it a little too far. She giggled at Dirk's expense and then, she spat on his back. Like she had a piece of gum in her mouth and didn't want to swallow it. So she stumbled upon a trash can in the form of a 23 year old male pro wrestler. Dirk felt a small wetness on his back. And he slowly sat back up and sat on his legs in a crouched position.

... He looked at Gina with a calm yet irritated expression on his face. Just as she did, she did a quick kick to try and knock him back down. Dirk caught her leg and slowly got up to his feet not even in looking at her. Then, he quickly brought up his left arm into the air before swiftly bringing his elbow down into the knee of the leg Gina used. Then, if she was reeling from the pain, he would took a step forward and bring his right hand as far back as he could to let loose a mighty harsh chop right into her chest! Yuht-HAA!!

Gina was having a marvelous time, treating her opponent like the mere fodder he was for her career, but then, when she went for the finishing blow, he surprisingly managed to catch her leg. Not only that, but he sent a hard elbow into her knee. Without a moment's hesitation, she shrieked off the top of her lungs, the pain unbearably overwhelming. She knew it was somewhat of a taboo for men to fight women because of the strength difference, and in a sense, she agreed with it completely, but now, it was officially something she never wanted to do again. She collapsed to the ground, holding what appeared to be a shattered knee. The referee didn't check up on her, not thinking that the injury was too bad, but it was clear from her face that it was more than bad. She gritted her teeth, and whimpered like a wounded animal. She rolled her body back and forth, the cold floor cooling the sweat oozing from her back. It was a relief that numbed her aching spine, but even that would soon be taken away from her once Dirk decided to send another chop to her chest.
At this point, she was on the verge of tapping out. She wasn't in a submission of any kind, but damn, did she want to end the match then and there; the ballerina taking most of the heavy damage in their back and forth conflict. His smack even left a reddish bruise on her skin, the audience booing the man. Of course, as a professional wrestler, she didn't agree with shaming the man for doing his job, but he obviously didn't realize that he was putting so much energy and power into a woman that could barely get herself to wake up in the morning, let alone do bench presses or muscle training. In fact, when you put the two together, it was clear that Dirk could snap her in half if he wanted to. It was a bit unfair, but even so, she had to face the odds that were against her. Even through the pain, she reminded herself that she'd have to come back to her family empty-handed. Then again, how could she recover from such a hit?
She had fallen back on her head, and laid there, seemingly passed out. She hurt her head a bit, but not enough to crack her skull. Her vision was blurred, the French woman only being able to see the harsh lighting that blinded her even more; silhouettes of the spectators looking down at her fragile frame, cutting her mentally down to size—her slim stomach, her plumb breasts, and a slight glimpse of her panties, showing themselves through her skirt. She was ashamed to be under such powerless circumstances, but she wouldn't give up. She just had to cling to her consciousness tight, and hope for the best as her male opponent approached her.