Dirk Lewser Vs Erina Stallone

Rope Break! Dirk couldn't help but feel annoyed that Erina managed to make it to the ropes to break the hold. Dirk decided to hold arm bar till he eventually heard the sound '4!' from the referee. Then, he immediately released the hold and raised his hands while he was on his back.
He looked at the ref then quickly looked at Erina who was nursing her arm he just let go of.
He really hoped he didn't come off as a bad person for wanting to wear her arm down a little more. But, not to the point of getting him disqualified.

Dirk scooted back away from Erina and lifted his right knee off of the mat and rested his right arm on it. A small huff left his lips as he quickly swiped the back of his left arm across the bottom of his nose and upper lip. Wiping the sweat off of that area of his face. "Think it's high time we finish this." he thought as he turned unto his side and pushed himself off of the mat to get to his feet. Once Dirk got to his feet, he immediately shook his arm that was given similar punishment previously and then proceeded to walk over to Erina and grabbed her up by her hair.

Once she got to her feet, Dirk would pull the girl a small distance away from the ropes. Then, he hold the back of her head with his left hand and give her a few stalling hard forearm strikes aimed at the side of her pretty face! Sha-ugh! Ya-ugh! Ya-ugh! Each strike moving both competitors closer and closer into a corner. Errr-grah! Then, with one final forearm, Dirk sent Erina into the corner! Hopefully leaving her slumping and groggy.

Before Dirk could do what he was about to do next, he would pause and look Erina. Not to check her out even though she was an attractive woman. It was for a different reason: worrying for her well being. Despite only having matches against women thus far in Tension, and despite what he had gone through and what moves and attacks his body had taken thus far, deep down inside, Dirk's sensitive nature couldn't help but show every now and again. Sure, it would be a completely different story if he was facing some jerk who decided to pick on him or insult him, but here it was against someone he held no ill will toward.

Dirk quickly shook his head, getting his mind back on the ball. This is professional wrestling. This is a competition. This is what he wanted to do with his life. Or at least, as long he could until he couldn't anymore. And constantly worrying about your opponent is a sure fire way to having a weakness discovered. A split-second hesitation will be all his opponents need to easily turn the tide. With that logic in mind, Dirk pointed both his pointer fingers into the air and shouted OK! to the crowd.

Then, he quickly ran to the opposite corner of the other side of the ring and quickly turned around at the last second, smacking his back into the corner. Then, after about 3 seconds, Dirk would grit his teeth and leave the corner sprinting full speed toward Erina! Then, if she didn't move, he would hop off the ground and slam his right knee into her face to begin the first part of his Critical Combo special!

Dirk's running knee strike connected flush! But, he wasn't done. It was time for the follow up move! Dirk quickly wrapped the head of his opponent and quickly placed his feet unto Erina's upper legs. For a moment, Dirk looked around to the audience and nodded, feeding off of the crowd's energy! Finally, with a grunt, he would lean his whole body weight backward, pulling Erina along for the ride! Suh!

Once Dirk's back hit the mat below him, he would kick Erina's legs upward and use his hands to push her upper body up as well, sending her into the air behind Dirk for a Monkey Flip!

Once she landed, Dirk would quickly sit up, pump his arms and shout YAAAH!! to get the crowd pumped up for the proverbial nail in the coffin that was this match. Dirk would quickly get up and looked back at the prone Erina. But then, he would look at the corner that she was previously leaned up against. It was then that the rookie had an idea with how he was going to finish this match. Although, he wanted to use his go to finisher, he also thought he should try something a little different. Variety is the spice of life, y'know?

Dirk quickly walked his way to the corner and raised his right hand. Then, he would begin rhythmically smacking the top turnbuckle in an effort to inspire the crowd. With each smack the crowd would begin clapping in unison. Once the crowd were fully invested, Dirk would climb to the top rope, albeit with a little trouble thanks to Erina's prior attacks.

Finally on the top rope, Dirk would shakily rise to his feet. He would then do the sign of the cross with his hands before cupping those same hands and yelling into the sky... FOOOORRR....EXCELSIOR!!!And as he finished his phrase, Dirk leapt from the top with his arms extended, intending to land face first unto Erina's body!!

That is.... if she didn't move or counter in anyway....

Welp... Erina managed to dodge out of the way just in the nick of time. With a loud *thud!*, Dirk's body connected hard with the mat. His whole upper body bounced off the mat before landing again. Some members of the audience cringed and grimaced at the failed headbutt attempt. But, none knew the pain more than the man who just failed the move.
After a couple seconds, Dirk rolled unto his left side and groaned as he slowly brought both of his hands to nurse his now throbbing cranium. This provided ample time for Erina to cook up something special of her own.

Mughhg... After some quick head shakes and regaining of his bearings, Dirk began to stir. He looked around trying to find his opponent. Where did she go?
Suddenly, he looked behind him and saw Erina struggling to balance herself on the top turnbuckle. It was time to act before it was too late! Dirk pushed himself off of the mat, quickly got to his feet and groggily ran in Erina's direction!

Dirk quickly climbed up the turnbuckle to meet Erina face-to-face and quickly swung a quick forearm toward her face! If it landed, Dirk would hop up and stand on the top of the turnbuckle and grab Erina's shoulders to hold her steady. After a second, Dirk would hop up, quickly wrap his legs around Erina's head and neck, and then lean back as far as he could and bring Erina's body along for the ride for a hurricanrana!

Yeeargh! Dirk shouted as he used his leg muscles to launch Erina off of the top turnbuckle and onto the ring mat! Erina was released from in between Dirk's legs and landed harshly on her back, but Dirk would land onto his knee pads with a hard thud!
He huffed and puffed for a few seconds before slowly raising his head into the sky and letting loose a defiant Aaaagh!! in an attempt to psyche himself up.

The rookie got into a crouched position and used his hands to push his upper body off of his knees, willing the rest of his hurt and tired body to rise up to his feet. So, the headbutt wasn't the best idea. Go figure. Well, time for the next best thing. And that was to drop Erina on her head! The Lewser Effect DDT!

Dirk tiredly walked his way over to Erina, and stopped a small distance away from her. He placed his hands on his knees and slowly leaned in forward, glaring at his opponent in anticipation. No thoughts about how beautiful she was. Only thoughts about putting this match to bed while he still had the energy to do so. Surely, this waiting instead of directly pulling the girl to her feet wouldn't back fire in Dirk's face, right?

Come on! Get up, Erina! Dirk shouted to an effort to get Erina to rise and face him. If she did rise, Dirk would quickly take a hold of her right arm, pull her to him, tuck her head underneath his right arm pit while he hammerlocked her arm. Then, he would lean forward setting up for his finisher! But, the question is, would she escape?

Dirk was ready to finally end the match! But, before he could apply the finishing touches, Erina quickly managed to escape and smack his hand away, catching him off guard! Before, he could put up resistance he was met across his jaw with a hard punch to his jaw! Gugh! Gah! He would yell as he took jaw punch and another punch this time directed at his stomach. As a burst of air shot out of his mouth, he would swiftly crouch down clutching his stomach. But, Erina was far from finished!

Dirk slowly raised his head to see the sole of Erina's boot coming right at him with the speed of a missile. The rookie was too tried and hurt to form some sort of resistance. So, the next best thing he could was turn his head slightly and bring his hands up to-

CRACK!

Erina's foot connected to the right side of Dirk's head. Her superkick managed to bypass his attempt to defend himself and landed flush on target! Dirk's head jerked inward and the rookie fell onto his back, his world reasonably rocked. Some members of the audience cringing at the sight. Erina would capitalize on her attack by pinning Dirk and allowing the referee to count.
The referee would leap near the two wrestlers and begin smacking the mat.

1! 2! 3!

Dirk offered no resistance as he laid there underneath and accepted his defeat by way of a brain rattling superkick. His world had slipped into the black void of unconsciousness. After the three bells had rung, the referee would go over to raise Erina's hand in victory. After that, they would go over to check on the loser of the match. A little bit after Erina got of him and soaked up her victory, Dirk would slowly wake up to the bright and blurry sight of the ceiling lights of the arena. Despite the world still spinning, he quickly understood that it was his lost this time. With a small mutter of Damn it..., Dirk would assure the referee of his condition and drag his upper body up. Then, he would tiredly lean his upper body against the nearby ropes and clutch at the side of his head that Erina had kicked. He looked down at the ring mat and sighed, disappointment written on his face. Just because his name sounds like loser doesn't mean he enjoys taking them.