Dirk Lewser vs Raelyn Quinn [Standard]

Raelyn's scowl deepened as Dirk clung to her leg, a nuisance she intended to swiftly address. Shaking off the annoyance, a calculating glint entered her eyes, and she shifted her strategy. Why bother with the struggle to stand when she could exploit Dirk's proximity to the mat and him having his one arm occupied.?

Balancing precariously on one leg, she extended her hands, swiftly reaching to secure a grip on Dirk's head. Showing off just how quickly she could transition, she executed a small hop, bringing her free leg into play. In a seamless motion, she tucked the leg in, aiming to jam her shin under his chin. In an encore performance of her failed attempt earlier. Their situations had changed now though, leaving her in an advantageous position.

As the two competitors descended, gravity became Raelyn's ally. The impact with the mat on her back was intentional, a calculated move to attack his windpipe again now with intention.  With Dirk in tow, she wasted no time in her application of the gogoplata. Lying on her back, Raelyn worked swiftly to leverage her leg’s position,  repurposed as a tool of control, pressed against his throat. Simultaneously, she utilized her hands to manipulate his head, wrenching it down. She would bore down on the application of the shin choke as Raelyn exerted pressure, aiming to restrict Dirk's airflow and inch closer to victory and that sweet sweet knockout she so wanted.

Just when it looked like Dirk was about to mount a comeback that would lead into the usual pro wrestling strike exchange battle of spirit, Raelyn quickly hopped up and pulled him into a surprise gogoplata! Raelyn's leg went under his chin again as she yanked down on his head! Dirk doing his best not to panic, understood his situation about what was happening! Raelyn was trying her best to exploit her throat shot from the entrance ramp in the form of this sudden new submission!

This was not good! His throat was still burning and his back still ached from being thrown into the steel steps! He needed to get out of this hold ASAP!

He struggled as much as he could! If he stopped for even a moment, it would be over! The referee would quickly get to the floor and ask Dirk the question.

What do you say, Dirk?!

Nuh-No! Dirk weakly strained out as his struggled began to become slower and slower. His world began to turn dark. The thoughts of becoming a punching bag for Tension's roster began settling in his mind. Maybe he wasn't as ready for this as he thought! But, then... he heard it. The crowd began chanting his name.

DIR-KU! DIR-KU! DIR-KU!

The chanting was like a sweet energy drink that the rookie needed to get a second wind of his own. It was then he realized with Raelyn's arms wrapped around his neck, her sides would be open. Dirk balled up his right fist and began repeatedly slamming it into that side of her stomach in the hopes that she would release him and try to nurse the injury.

And if that was a success, after having his head, he would turn his body and reach down behind her backside and grab the back of her gear, and leave her with his still trapped arm. He would then grunt and lift up her backside as he would get to his feet.

Finally, he would use his left leg to kick her in her butt! And if she sat up in reaction to the butt kick, he leap toward her and viciously smash his right forearm savagely into her face! Not aiming for a specific target, but wanting to send her back into the canvas!

Raelyn’s eyes flared with an animalistic intensity as she lay on the mat, sandwiching Dirk’s head between her hands and her bent leg to choke him with her shin. She had done this move before countless times but feeling someone fighting her for freedom felt entirely different. As he struggled she shifted her weight, squeezing every last inch of effectiveness out of her application of the gogoplata she could without the use of her second leg. He would tap any moment now, or better yet, pass out. Her lips parted, a smirk becoming a wicked grin.

Thwack! Raelyn jolted as a fist plowed into her exposed side almost making her hands slip. She flexed her body, gritting her teeth as she wheezed and fought the pain. Thwack! He was going to keep striking her until she made him stop. Could she weather more? Raelyn wouldn’t risk it. Her fingers curled into Dirk’s hair as she clenched a fistful of his brunette locks to make up for one of her hands falling away. As the third body shot came in, her arms snapped in like a bear trap, pinning his arm to her body. She couldn’t afford to surrender the hold, not if it meant Dirk kept control of her leg in a break. She had all the time in the world now to choke him out.

“Quinn, hair pulling!” The referee had been circling the two, waiting for a sign of surrender from Dirk or Raelyn’s shoulders to both be down. When she transitioned her hold and maintained it through illegal means though, they jumped on it. It seemed as though she only had a few seconds to make him tap… which could be enough. The referee started the five count on the hold, issuing his warning for Raelyn to release before counting.

“One!”

“Two!”

Raelyn wanted to push it as far as she could but was so close to winning she didn't wish to risk it all now. She fought to free her trapped leg from Dirk as he faded. If she could manage that, she would release the hold and thrust out the leg used to choke the man, forcefully shoving him away from her in a split from the move for both of them.

Dirk's body shots worked like a charm! Raelyn was cringing from the building pain from having her hip being punched. Unfortunately for Dirk, a couple shots in, Raelyn decided it would be for the best to stop his arms from attacking her. Then, she would grab his hair and tighten the hold for as long as she could. Dirk didn't want to lose like this. He couldn't! Traveling all the way from America to Japan, just to lose to three women?! Thoughts of anger and regret swam through his head as his world began to go cold, his vision nearly turning black as precious oxygen left his head.

Negh... Ugh... Just when it seemed like his opponent was about to send Dirk off to dream land...

One! Two! Those commanding words from the lips of the referee saved Dirk from being nearly put to sleep by the influencer's illegal version of the gogoplata. After being find out, she released Dirk and shoved him away with her now regained leg. Dirk had escaped another one of her submissions by the skin of his teeth. But, boy did it do damage to Dirk's breathing system! Light nearly left his brown eyes as he fell backward a small distance away from Raelyn.

Upon landing on the mat, he laid on his back staring lifelessly at the ceiling. Small black circles appeared in his blurry vision and his lungs were on fire! Weak coughs left his mouth as he tried to regain the air that was stolen from him.

No matter the end result of this match, one thing was for certain. He needed to take a long break before he faces a submissionist again!

Once the two had been separated she attempted to roll to the side as well but only managed one small tumble before her body told her she couldn't power through the tenderizing her side had just taken. Dropping back onto an elbow she painstakingly propped herself up to a lounging state, enough to watch Dirk on the mat opposite her. Her immediate instinct was to get up and finish this but just the thought of moving right now felt overwhelming. Instead, she just let her head hang a bit and focused on her ragged breathing while clutching her side.

The crowd was yelling at them, some people were generally excited by their match but others were urging Dirk to get up and kick her ass or for her to choke him out. She couldn't help but focus on the ones siding with her opponent, stewing bitterly as she looked at where this match had gotten. She swore under her breath just because doing it any louder would hurt.

Slowly she moved to sit all the way up, cringing as her abdomen had more weight put on it. When she reached a state of rest again she let out a shuddered sigh, resting her hands on the mat. Much of this was mental, she knew that from all the videos that told her as much. You could fight through the pain, overcome the odds, and achieve your goals. She had to win. She had people depending on her to… like her fans she guessed, and Lucious. She made a face as her own mind struggled to justify how she was choosing to psyche herself up which was totally not helpful.

Groaning, she stopped thinking about it and just started doing it. Tucking in her legs, pushing off the ground with her hands. A slow rise to her feet, lopsided as she leaned to put as little weight as she could on her left side. With unsteady steps, she made her way towards Dirk in whatever state he was in by the time she had finally managed to get herself to her feet.

Dirk rolled onto his stomach and slowly lifted him up via his hands and knees. His vision and hearing were slowly returning. As they did, the ringing in his ears slowly faded away to be replaced with the sound of exciting cheering from the crowd. From what he could hear, they appeared to be split. Half were cheering him, half were cheering his opponent. How could anyone cheer such dirty tactics was beyond him. But, he had his fair share of cheering heels too in his childhood. But, that wasn't important right now. He needed to get to his feet and face this woman who stands in his way between his first win or, another potential loss.

Nugh...! Was the sound he made as he slowly got into a crouched position and turned himself around to face his foe. He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself up onto his feet. Once he got to his feet, he stumbled slightly before making his way in her direction.

Upon getting closer to her and meeting Raelyn in the middle of the ring, he remembered all the crap he put her through in this match. Including all most being put to sleep by an illegal hold. This thought caused Dirk to clench his right fist and grit his teeth in rage. Well, about as much rage as his tired hurt body could manage.

He then recalled something she said to him while he was down on the mat. Something about a fight. You want a fight, huh? I have one for you!!

He would angrily grumble loud enough for her to hear hopefully. He didn't care. He was tired mentally, tired physically, hurt all over, and goddamn tired of dealing with this woman!

Then, with all the speed he could muster, he would quickly would grab her left shoulder to hold his target steady. Then in the same bound, he would release that same hand from her shoulder and quickly bring his right arm up and smack her across her right cheek with a stiff forearm blow with the speed of a lightning strike! KSS-! RIGHYA!

The blow would cause the crowd to react with an "Oooh!"

After landing the blow, he would stumble two steps forward before stopping and placing hands on his knees to try to catch a breather. If Raelyn were to respond, he would stand up straight and wait for the rebuttal.

In reality, the distance between the two hadn’t been much but by the time she closed in on Dirk with her shakey walk, it felt like a journey had taken place. He had risen to meet her, which had her both pleased and annoyed. While she wanted nothing more than to slap him in another hold and to be done with it, she also wanted the chance to hammer him into the dirt. She snickered at her handiwork, watching him try to manage his breathing after she assaulted his throat, quite pleased despite her failed attempt to make him tap.

She reached for him, to try and steady them both when Dirk clamped down on her shoulder first. She watched him twist into his strike, unable to get her heavy arms up in time, and took the full brunt of the forearm. Her head snapping to the side, stumbling backward she nearly fell but braced her footing at the last moment. She grit her teeth, taking a few wobbled steps towards Dirk, and grabbed him by the shoulder, helping him to stand upright with a rough shove. She returned a blow of her own, thrusting her side towards him to catch purposely along the side of his head with a forearm strike of her own. It was sloppy, but her raw strength battering down made her technique irrelevant as they went blow for blow.

Of course, Raelyn returned his shot with a shot of her own. It was only fair. Dirk's head snapped to the side as he stumbled backward. He looked he was about fall unto his back! But, he just managed to stop himself by stomping his foot down unto the mat to steady himself. Then, he smacked the right side of his face a couple times with his right hand to hype himself and more importantly, keep himself awake! Then, he made his way back over to Raelyn, grabbed her left shoulder again to keep both him and her both standing. Then, he gave her another hard forearm to her face!

She let out a breathless laugh as Dirk stumbled back, taking one unsteady step toward him before stopping short. She waited for him to fall just as much as she delayed advancing to make sure she didn't fall either. When he remained upright she scowled, watching him fire himself up with obvious annoyance plastered all over her face. When he moved to her, Raelyn met him halfway, grabbing his shoulder as they both seemingly had the same idea. She took the shot to the face, her head offering little resistance as it was knocked to the side before lulling back foward glassy-eyed but still determined. A blow for a blow was the cost to ride and she was willing to pay. She answered his with a right of her own though this one was more compact, a tight hit and retraction. For every strike Dirk landed, she would throw another in this back and forth slugfest. The crowd loved the exchange, far more than the competitors did as they rallied blows until one missed their turn or fell.

Dirk's head snapped to the side and his body slowly followed with it. His entire body turned to the direction his head was struck to and he slowly began falling to his knees. Was that all he had? Was that all he could do? Those thoughts bled into his mind once again. But, there was another thought as well. To keep fighting! To keep fighting till he couldn't anymore!

Before he could touch the mat and accept Raelyn as the better competitor, he stopped and smacked the mat with his closed fists, feeding on the cheers of the crowd! Was this a third wind? Maybe. Was this a dying gasp? Possibly. Either way, Dirk was not ready to die just yet!
He was gonna show this cocky influencer who the loser between them truly was!

RRRRRAGH!!! With a primal scream of sweet defiance, Dirk quickly hopped back up to his feet and looked into the sky while clenching his arms, as if trying to become a certain super alien from his favorite childhood anime. Then, he stood straight up and  made his way over to his opponent. As much as he thought exchanging forearms to each others temples was a wild ride, Dirk thought that it was time to end this awesome back and forth and finally put this girl to sleep.

The secret weapon grabbed his Raelyn's opponent once again. But, instead of giving her one forearm, he was going to give her multiple! With a grunt of exertion, Dirk would send at least 5 weaker forearms into Raelyn's face! After his final elbow landed, he held back his right arm for a couple seconds before in a swift motion, releasing Raelyn's shoulder, rotating his hips and throwing his body into a sixth stiff forearm into the side of her face!  

If Raelyn stepped back to reel from the damage, Dirk would bring his arms down to his sides before yelling, C'MON AND SHOW ME SOMETHING!! at his opponent. Wide eyed, adrenaline full and letting go of his usual quiet polite & calculated persona and awakening a boisterous fighter not ready to go quietly into that goodnight!