Re: Dirk Lewser vs Raelyn Quinn [Standard]

by **Yori** Wed Jan 10, 2024 11:25 pm

A dulled meaty smack as her kick bit into Dirk’s leg. While she wasn’t an accomplished striker, her natural strength carried her blows making them just as impactful as someone whose technique could do more with less. This was evident in her slow withdrawal after the snappy kick, giving her opponent a chance to return the favor. She cracked a smirk, her eyes following his leg, turning her arm over fully intending to catch it once it reached its mark. When his kick actually hit her though, the surprise was evident on her face; she hadn’t expected it to be so impactful. Her fight experience primarily from sparring was to blame, where it was rare for someone to go full force. While she had done what she wanted to many a time in the dojo, in the ring was another story.

The kick shook her hard, still attempting to grab hold of Dirk’s leg after it landed but unable to get her arm around it in time to prevent it from slipping past. She staggered, unsteady as she twisted herself to the side, preemptively trying to protect herself from another blow in the same place. When her opponent came towards her she threw out a wild left hook but there wasn’t nearly as much force behind it, holding it back to prevent her from hurting it further. He would be able to wrap them in a clinch, something Raelyn was almost thankful for. She was having a rough time trying to do anything in the ring right now and needed a moment probably more than Dirk did.

She didn't struggle against the clinch, instead trying to tuck in her arms and position herself to avoid getting hit with any cheeky shots while they were locked in together. She took a breather, any other show of struggle to separate them was little more than lip service to make it seem like she wanted to get right back into the fight.

by CrashTestDumbass Thu Jan 11, 2024 2:51 am

Dirk managed to close the distance between himself and Raelyn. Unfortunately, he had to take a hook to his right jaw upon entry. Nugh! His world was rocked for a little bit, but was only for a little bit. Dirk realized she used her arm that he stomped on. Meaning to him that she was still feeling the effects. That was good. But, for now he needed to keep his foot on the gas pedal and lay into his opponent.

Dirk wrapped in his clinch and Raelyn tucked in her arms to try and protect herself. Dirk didn't truly know he wanted to proceed, but he definitely wanted to turn back into a traditional wrestling match. So, he would drive up at least 3 knee shots into her gut.

If all of that went to plan, he would his knee assault and then quickly release the clinch and send a quick right forearm shot to the right side of her head to pay her back for the left hook. Then, he would grab her right arm, push her into the ropes behind and then pull her to the ropes behind him for an irish whip.

by **Yori** Thu Jan 11, 2024 3:09 am

Raelyn was doing everything she could to keep things together, a small break was all she needed now. Dirk however didn't seem willing to give one. She was pulled forward in their clinch as he fired shot after shot at her with his knee. She had prepared for this, keeping her arms in, elbows out, protecting herself from the barrage. Even defending each blow bucked her body, almost lifting her boots off the mat. It was taking a toll on her arms but she hoped he managed to hurt himself smashing into the points of her elbows as her own little victory.

When he shoved her back, she stumbled, not really to walk on her own, arms still down. Dirk’s fist was unimpeded when it struck her, head snapping violently to the side with a spray of saliva. Her body lurched unsteadily, looking as if she might have fallen had he not grabbed her by the arm right after. When he sent her to the ropes, she nearly tripped over her own feet, fighting gravity to keep herself from face planting. She hit the ropes facing forward, her momentum arrested for a brief pause before she was thrown back first towards Dirk.

by CrashTestDumbass Thu Jan 11, 2024 3:50 am

Dirk's irish whip attempt was a success! Not to be cocky, but he couldn't help but feel it was all a little easy! After the inital throw, Dirk quickly ran to the middle of the ring to get himself in position. As Raelyn bounced off the rope and stumbled backward right in his direction, he spread his feet a small distance away from each other and hunched his upper torso down with his arms outstretched! He knew exactly what to follow up with! Something that was going to shake this "queen" to her very core. For the first time in this match, a smirk appeared on his face. But of course, Raelyn wouldn't know that.

Dirk waited for Raelyn's return to him. Once she was within range, Dirk sprung into action!
Sha-!
With a quick wrap of his arms around Raelyn's waist and using the momentum from her trip to the other side of the ring, Dirk tucked his hips inward, held Raelyn as tight as he could, yelled and hoisted her up in the air! All the while, falling backward for a german suplex throw sending the knockout queen back first into the mat near him with a hard thud!

EEEE-YAH!!

If it all worked out, Dirk would fall onto his back and look behind him surveying the damage.

by **Yori** Thu Jan 11, 2024 5:20 am

Raelyn's senses were in disarray, the throb in her head pulsated with each attempt to make sense of her surroundings. She felt herself pitch forward, her legs moving to correct the imbalance. She hit something, leaned into it, then was suddenly sent careening backward, with a windmilling of her arms to desperately seeking equilibrium. It would be Dirk who finally stopped her backward momentum, turning it on her as he snapped them backward into a suplex. She folded around the grip at her waist, going up and over as mostly dead weight before being flung from his grasp.

The impact was unforgiving, resonating through the ring with a thunderous thud that had the crowd cheering from their seats. She had hit the mat hard on her back, legs sent skyward pointed to the rafters dragged her up onto her shoulders to a near vertical. Gravity took hold, pulling her the rest of the way forward to flop onto her chest, face down against the canvas. She lay for a moment in a disheveled heap, then turned her head with a low long groan, cheek pressed to the mat.

How was this happening? She turned her head again, pressing her forehead to the mat, slowly pulling her arms in to plant her palms. She blinked her lidded eyes as her body sluggishly responded to her attempt to push up, to try and rise. Her left hand slipped away from her, dropping her back to the mat with a frustrated grunt. "D-damn it..."

by CrashTestDumbass Thu Jan 11, 2024 6:23 am

Dirk quickly rolled onto his hands and knees with a cocky smirk on his face. He looked around himself, scanning the arena as the crowd cheered him on. This feeling of admiration was pouring into him like a nice ice cold soda after a hard days work. It was only fitting that he would respond.

The rookie in the pink shorts leaned forward and gave the ring two hard pats with his right hand, before hopping onto his feet. Then, he leaned back and yelled to the audience as he clenched his arms at his side!

COME OOOON!! He yelled and the crowd responded with even louder cheers this time. Then, he would stand up straight and look around at the crowd with a smile on his face. Dirk lived for this feeling of admiration. That feeling of having an entire arena cheering you on. It was an indescribable euphoria! And feeling he has yet to get tired of.

Dirk's chest rose and fell in between his tired breaths as he looked over at his prone opponent.
The referee even made their over to Raelyn to check on her to make sure she was still good to go. While this happened, Dirk brought his right fist up to his mouth and wiped some sweat and saliva off of his lips with the back of his taped fist. Then, he had another idea. Another suplex never hurt anyone, right? Well, rhetorical question aside. Dirk decided that maybe another german suplex "humble" her. Hell, maybe this next suplex would bring forth a nicer less bitchy personality. Oh well. What's a little wishful thinking?

Either way, Dirk made his way over to Raelyn and placed himself behind her. He walked forward a bit until her lower body was directly underneath his legs. Then, he would bend his knees and wrap his arms around her waist again. Then, he would raise her hips up into the air. The closeness of her raised butt near the front of his shorts triggered a couple members of the audience for all the wrong reasons. Just like in his match against Ami Takeuchi, some dirty minded members of the audience thought Dirk was about to turn this standard wrestling match into a hentai match. Unfortunately for them, that was not the case. Nor will it ever be. Dirk was here for like minded competitive professional wrestling and competitive wrestling only! Raelyn was a beautiful woman. He couldn't deny that. But, he will not do such immoral things here. Also, her attractiveness quickly dissipated as soon as she opened her mouth upon their first meeting. Either way, he would lean down and wrap his arms around her waist once more.

Errem..! And with a heave and a ho, he would deadlift the girl off of the mat and hold her firmly in his arms! Then, he would take two large steps forward. He would then raise his left leg and stop it midway, as if to cancel a third large step while in unison, turning his entire body 180 degrees around and....

WAAA-UAGH!! ...fall backward to the mat slamming his opponent to the mat once more with another german suplex! This time upon landing, he would bridge up his stomach and legs for a pin attempt!

The referee would quickly fall to the mat and begin counting! ONE! TWO!

by **Yori** Thu Jan 11, 2024 6:55 am

Raelyn breathed out a long breath, a few strands of stray brunette hair fluttering in front of her eyes. She had stayed down after one more attempt to rise, listening to the sound of the audience as she lay on the mat. To make matters worse she could hear her opponent living it up at her expense. His cheers got another groan from her, wanting to just stuff something in his big mouth to shut him up. She could feel the slight rumbling in the ring as he approached, not looking forward to whatever was coming next.

When his arms wrapped around her waist, she blindly reached back with a hand, shoving at the air weakly in an attempt to ward him off before her face was mashed against the mat again with her backside hoisted up. She started to growl when he heaved her up, picking her clean off the mat, and lifting her. She let out a surprised gasp that he was capable of that that turned to dread as she felt her boots come off the mat.

Her eyes locked on the ropes, still distant, but Dirk was moving them forward she just had to… she stretched her arms, swiping at the air. The tips of her fingertips ran across the ropes like strumming an instrument, almost there… She managed to hook her fingers over the lip of the cables, holding on with all her strength.

“N-no!” Dirk ripped her away leaving the ropes to vibrate with a muted twang as she was spun about then sent hurtling in an arch through the air. She was planted hard on her shoulders, legs flung up over her head, her boot tips touching the mat as she was folded up like an accordion.

The referee slid into place, slapping their hand to the mat, remaining low to keep track of her shoulders. The audience collectively held their breath as the second count fell, waiting in eager anticipation for the third. Just as it was about to strike the mat, Raelyn, let out a yell, kicking her legs out wildly, rolling her shoulders, to give one large buck of her body to flop the two of them over, breaking the pinfall.

by CrashTestDumbass Thu Jan 11, 2024 7:35 am

Raelyn bucked up, causing Dirk to release the girl. The referee raised two fingers to the sky in order to tell the audience that was a mere two count! A collective groan swept through the arena. Dirk laid on his back and placed his hands over his eyes in frustration. Part of him, thought that was it. But, deep down he knew she probably still had some fight left in her.

Dirk sat up and shook his head and clicked his tongue. Tch! Hm! He would then grunt and look at his prone opponent. Seems like her body and torso were still ripe for more wearing down. Fine by him. Dirk would get to his feet and make his way over to Raelyn. He would grab her left arm and pull her up to her feet.

If she offered no resistance, he would raise her arm, spin himself in front of her and quickly pull her back down to the mat in a seated position for a snapmare. Then, he would quickly take a couple steps backward before leaping forward and striking Raelyn's upper back for a shotgun dropkick! Then, after her reaction to the dropkick, Dirk would quickly crawl over to her and pin her again, this time pulling on her leg! He had an idea of his next move, but he needed his opponent to break the pin first!

by **Yori** Thu Jan 11, 2024 8:05 am

Raelyn lay on her side, staring out beneath the ropes. This wasn’t how this was supposed to have gone. She was supposed to have waltzed into the ring tonight and choked some random guy out and left with her photos and a funny conversation starter. Instead she was practically eating the mat at this point having been dropped so much. This wasn’t her brand, she was better than this, wasn’t she?

She hissed as Dirk grabbed her by the left arm, her elbow crying out in pain as he started to haul her up to her feet again by the battered limb. She could feel her anger bubbling over as he started to pull her up. Her fingers balled into a tight fist. When he went to reposition his hands to deliver a prompt snapmare, she suddenly sprang to life.

“Aaaaarrh!” With a hard twist she broke away from his grip on her. Wheeling around on the heel of her boot, she wound back her right arm and let it rip into a vicious elbow strike as she spun to face him. She put all her weight into the blow, literally throwing herself towards him with the strike to practically tackle him and send them both toppling to the mat.

by CrashTestDumbass Thu Jan 11, 2024 8:27 am

Just when it looked like, everything was going well and he was going to continue working on Raelyn's torso... Raelyn suddenly, caught a second wind and released herself from his grip!

Wha-?! Before, he could fully come to terms with what happened, Dirk found himself cold coked to his right jaw with the force of Raelyn's desperation elbow strike! Which snapped his head to the right!

GUOFH! Was the sound he could muster, as spittle launched from his mouth. He fell back to the mat with a resounding thud! His world was most assuredly rocked! Little did he know that Raelyn laid next to him also trying to regain her bearings. As for now, he needed a couple moments to remember what exactly was happening.

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