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

The plan worked like a charm! But...at what cost?

After the chop connected, Gina immediately fell back to the floor clutching her leg and chest in seemingly great pain. Boos filled the arena as Dirk stood a small distance away from Gina, not even surveying the damage to her body he just caused. He looked all around him as he heard the screams and jeers of all the fans that were enjoying Dirk getting beaten by the french pinkette. God, he felt like such a bully. Thank goodness this was a dark match and not a nationally televised one. Because, if it was, he was sure he would be receiving some very interesting calls from his parents after the match was over. Most assuredly from his mother, who bestowed upon him at a young age the lesson of never raising your fists to strike a woman. Dirk, full of emotion looked around to the audience and yelled...

Are you kidding me?! She spat on me, you sickos! You thought I was just going to stand there and take it!? Some close by members of the audience shouted "YES!" in response. After he heard that, Dirk closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into when he lent his name to this company.

He was angry, yes. But, did he truly go a little too far here? For godsakes, the girl spat on him! Maybe she could've given him a heads-up beforehand? But then again, if he just arrived at the building on time...! Whatever. Dirk placed his left hand on his hip and his right hand on his face. He slowly brought his right hand down, rubbing his face. Facepalming his current predicament.  

Dirk turned to face his opponent on the floor, almost completely out of it. His heart ached to see a woman so hurt and vulnerable. Despite not having the best history with members of the opposite sex, Dirk was still a kind and sensitive soul inside. He couldn't even begin to imagine how she was taking all of this. Got a nice cute look and excited to start your wrestling career here of all places and the first things the company does is feed you to another rookie. Not only that, but that rookie has experience in wrestling already, been training in MMA since he was in middle school. Oh! And happens to be a 166 lb man with trust issues. To say this was unfair was the understatement of the year. This was not the best match up. He definitely needed to hurry and move this along. He could only pray that the dirt sheets don't catch wind of this and start labeling him something along the lines of "The Wrestling Incel" because of his performance today. Oh well. The show must go on, as they say.

The crowd eventually began cheering for Gina in the hopes of inspiring her to mount a comeback and show Dirk what for. He paid the cheers against him no mind as he made his way over to Gina and crouched down near her body and spoke to her, hoping she could hear him, but not before bringing his right hand up to his nose and feeling the part of his nose where she struck him earlier.

You're probably not going to like hearing this. But, I need to say it anyway. Let's end this, ok? Please? You're...not in the best of shape right now. I'll bring you back in the ring and I'll go for a big move. I'll miss it and you can do whatever you need to do to put me away. Minus the spitting, of course. After you take the win, I'll...do whatever I can to make up for this after. O-ok? He nervously spoke.

Gina's eyes widened at his declaration; a painful reminder that they were mismatched for each other. It truly struck a nerve with her, the pink-haired wrestler snapping her upper body upwards to face the man, and stare sternly at him. She was about to give him a piece of her mind, but as she opened her mouth, she stopped. She could feel a piercing warmth in her chest; she had sustained some hard damage. Of course, it wasn't enough to end her career, but at the very least, she needed to get some rest. She certainly did want to goad him into going all out on her, but she knew there was no way she'd be able to even get near him without getting a fist full of pain. He was truly more skilled than her, and actually knew what he was doing.
Gina reminded herself that she needed to have a long career if she wanted to come back a star. In a way, that meant taking the easy way out when the odds were completely stacked. It wasn't exactly something any wrestler and fighter took pleasure in, but in all reality, she was neither. The woman's path, from birth to now, never once strayed to wrestling, until she met Lucia. That's when she was forced, every time they had sleepovers, or hangouts, to listen to her best friend blabber on and on about the recent matches on WWE. Her passion was majestic, and deep in Gina's heart, she wanted to understand her sentiment perfectly—to the minor details.
So far, all she felt was pain, and the internal insecurity that she might just be nothing but eye-candy for horny men and women. She was never against wearing crop tops, or just exposing her belly before, but she'll admit, she didn't expect for her sex appeal to have this much strength, that people are rooting for her without even knowing her all that well. Outside of the uncomfortably long stares from the audience, her attire filled her with a bit of confidence. In fact, she spent twenty minutes in her locker room taking selfies with Lucia in their attires. Too bad her friend wouldn't be showing it off today, but damn, she looked so incredibly fine in her leotard. That's when it came to her; her brunette companion must have been just as nervous to debut. Maybe if Gina could come on top of her overwhelming situation, she could make Lucia feel more confident about following her dream. Gina nodded, and whispered for him to pull her back into the ring.

Dirk noticed that Gina sat up and then immediately groaned in pain. He thought she was a little offended by his words. How could she not be? He was beating her harshly. This one sided match needed to come to an end. Gina looked at up Dirk and reluctantly agreed with his plan.
Dirk nodded and tried as nicely as he could to help her to her.

Alright. Easy does it. Dirk carefully placed his left hand behind her head and his other hand behind her knees. With a subtle lift, she had Gina in a princess carry.
He blushed a bit, because he never held a girl like this before. But, he tried to offset it by playing up his "heel persona" to try to convince the crowd that nothing was seriously wrong.

Awww yeah! I'm taking you home tonight, little girl! Mmm! Mmm! All that pink is gettin' me excited for an awesome night in the bedroom! Dirks 'bout to get him some! Dirk almost wanted to vomit from the verbal diarrhea spewing from his mouth. He couldn't believe some people actually talked like that. He sounded like one of those obsessive creep tropes in anime episodes where the female main character is trying to live their life only to be distracted by some dude who just won't take no for an answer. Well, unlike those creeps, Dirk could take no for an answer. Because, to him, there is more to life besides casual bedtime fun or even relationships. But nonetheless, he placed Gina gently on the ring apron and with a gentle push he rolled her inside. Then, he hopped onto the ring apron and made his way over to the turnbuckle and climbed up top. He looked down at the prone Gina. He slowly got to his feet and pointed down at her. Then, he leaped off with his arms outstretched! Looking to "seal the deal" by way of his Excelsior Cranium Crusher!

There was an irony that, despite Gina being the one out of her duo to be more in touch with her feminine side, she couldn't sense when the atmosphere turned romantically or sexually awkward. Then again, she spent more of her childhood out in the country, and her parents continued to run a farm close enough to a city, for her to have still gone to school with Lucia. However, the second Dirk placed his hands on her body, she felt an embarrassing feeling in her stomach, being carried in his arms, as her shoulder lightly grazed his chest. Her first thought wasn't that of love, but of shame that she'd be carried so carefully. Needless to say, she was infuriated when he spoke to her like she was a whore he was planning to have sex with. The pink-haired diva glared at Dirk, subtly placing her fingers between his nipple. If he got any funny ideas, she'd twist it until it tore off; truly, she didn't like the man.
Regardless, he safely escorted her back inside the ring. Now, it was time to focus that frustration into genuinely throwing him for a loop—not holding back her attacks in the slightest out of spite. Soon, she found herself in the middle of an attack, which surprised her. She questioned if he had lied to her, but that's when she remembered that it was all a part of their plan. It wasn't one she personally agreed with, but any more pressure on her knee, and her career might very well be over. She quickly slid out of the way of his attack, and swung her leg towards his head. Her knee was throbbing, and sweat was dripping down her face from the pain, but she used that to force to any strengthen herself. She aimed for the back of his head, attempting to knock him out indefinitely, instead of fully acting her way to victory. No—there was no way she could ever go easy on him after being handed a hard ass-whooping by him earlier.
"Too bad red is all you're about to see!!" She shouted, her eyebrows furrowed.

Gina managed to slip out of the way of Dirk's diving headbutt He landed face first to mat, bouncing off of the canvas before laying there on his front and holding his head. This got a small pop of the crowd as they realized this was Gina's big chance to pin her opponent.

Ughh...Dirk wearily got unto his hands and knees and slowly began to sit up. Unsure of where he was, what day it was, where he was! After hearing someone yelling, Dirk was suddenly struck to the back of his head and he fell unto his front once more due to the might of Gina's powerful. That was it! Dirk was out!

Since this match, did, in fact, have disqualifications, Gina immediately stole the won with a sneaky knockout. She felt a sense of pride in herself, being met with an uproar of applause and cheers. She bowed, and spun around like a ballerina, leaping over her opponent's body and, basically, pole-dancing on the turnbuckle. She eventually reached the top, the pink-haired woman raising her fist high in the air in triumph.

The crowd cheered Gina's victory over the supposed misogynist jobber. The referee even raised her arm after a hard fought victory. Her theme even rang out in the arena. After a couple seconds from his slumber thanks to Gina's knock out shot. With the help of the referee, Dirk slowly rolled onto his back and opened his eyes to stare up at the lights.

Hey. You ok, kid?The referee asked, checking on Dirk's condition.

Y-yeah. I am now that that match is over. Don't worry. I don't need any help getting back. Dirk said as he sat up and looked at Gina standing on the top rope, enjoying her victory. She was...really going to town on that turnbuckle. Though his job was to make his fellow rookie look as good as possible, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointment in how the match played out. Whatever. The deed is done and the task was successful. No one likes to lose but, a jobber's job is to job, y'know? Dirk just hoped his performance tonight was enough for the higher ups to consider signing him. So at least then, win or lose, Dirk would be able to give it his all in the ring next time.

"Enjoy the win. And I hope you go far."Dirk thought to himself as he slowly rolled himself out of the ring. After he got to the outside of the ring, he groaned a bit from some stinging pain coming from the back of his head. Gina hits a little harder than he thought. He began to wonder if she truly played along in the end or just straight up decked him with as much power as she could muster. Ah, well. It wasn't important now. The match was over. After fully accepting that, Dirk made his way up the entrance ramp, clutching the back of his head and without looking back. Leaving Gina to continue drawing adoration from the crowd.

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