Dirk Lewser (Official Debut) vs. Ami Takeuchi (W/Daisuke Takeuchi at ringside) -Fighting Back

Continued From Here: https://www.afwrpg.com/t22801-not-the-warmest-of-welcomes-for-teenwrestler#578617

Standard Match
Pins Or Submissions to Win

Float On by Modest Mouse played over the speakers of the arena. Lights flashed to the audience and the titantron showed the name of the incoming wrestler.
Dirk stepped out from behind the entrance curtain, a firey determination in his eyes. He came out decked in his usual pink wrestling shorts, his brown boots, his white polo shirt, red tye and his prescription glasses. Surprisingly, the crowd made some noise for him. Despite the fact he played heel a little bit ago to a certain french pink star. Guess his opponent for the night was more hated than him. That's fine. It was something to take away the thoughts from his dark match he had. As for now, it was time for the rookie to handle his business. And that business was the infamous supermodel, Ami Takeuchi. According to what he heard in the back, the Takeuchi siblings were notorious cheaters and backstage bullies, flaunting their haughty attitudes to rookies or anyone they deemed lower on the totem pole. Today, they decided for Ami to distract him, just to make way for her brother to help her out by way of a lucky chair shot in the hallway. Dirk may be rookie here and not the biggest name on the independents. But, he was not about to sign with a new company and be treated like this. That was for certain.

Dirk looked around the vastness of the arena once again, taking in all the sights. Still in complete disbelief he was in such a company. This may be his second time in action, he couldn't help but be amazed at the sights. He just hoped he would have a better experience in wrestling the opposite sex than his match against that french pinkette.

Dirk took a breather and steeled himself for action. He walked down to the ring with a small limp to his walk. His back and right leg still reeling from the beatdown. He needed to protect those parts of his body, or otherwise they would become a target Ami could exploit in their match.

Dirk quickly rolled into the ring and walked to the right corner furthest from the entrance. He stared at the entrance ramp as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his upper torso, put on his elbow pads and wrist straps and removed his glasses. Then, he placed his belongings behind him underneath the bottom turnbuckle. To any keen eyes in the audience, one could still see the red on Dirk's back.

Dirk placed his mouthpiece on his upper row of teeth and then stood in the corner and bent over placing his hands on his knees, still staring at the entrance ramp ready to fight as soon as Ami got to the ring. She thought he was just some pushover? She'll find out exactly whose she's dealing with today.

No... quarter... He slowly shook his head and grumbled to himself to hype himself up.

It had been a hot minute since Ami Takeuchi was in action before the Tension crowd. Even more so, accompanies by her brother the wrestling prince Daisuke. The Takeuchi siblings had drifted apart in terms of their in-ring business, mainly because of Daisuke and Ami having different rivals to chase after. However, when it actually came to it, both siblings were there for each other when called upon.

Standard attire:

Daisuke's main attire:

"Don't worry about it Nii-san" Ami said, brushing her lush hair while looking herself in the mirror. She did her final adjustment to her makeup and fixed her wrestling briefs before she would turn around to face her VIP locker room door. "Hmm if you say so, Imoto-chan" Daisuke would say, leaning back against the steel lockers with his arms under her chest. With that, the two wrestlers made their way out to the arena.

Her theme cued and Ami would make her way out of the gorilla position, bowing kisses to the fans who jeered her on. During her initial career, many fan's didn't know about Ami's heelish attitude as they would cheer her on but as soon as they figured out the real Ami, they turned against her. She decided to keep her entrance of blowing kisses as a mocking gesture than a loving one which was its origins.

Daisuke would simply walk behind his little sister while she skipped her way down ringside. While Ami stepped up the steel steps, she would order the referee to come near her and sit on the middle rope and pull the top to open some space for the princess to enter inside. Daisuke would stand on the outside, arms folded under his chest with a stoic expression.

The bluenette would walk to the middle of the ring, licking her lips like a hungry predator. "Well well well, you actually showed up. You American's are more dumber than I thought." she mocked.

Dirk stood up straight when Ami and Daisuke finally made their grand entrance. Surprisingly to Dirk they started booing his opponent rather him this time. It made him a little happy to hear that change of pace. But, one thing would make him even happier and that would be knocking this prissy model bitch down a peg or two.

Dirk only had himself to blame when he got blindsided. All it took was one momentary distraction for his whole world to be turned upside down. Just like when he actually believed he found love in middle school, this woman flaunted her wiles in his face to allow Dirk to lower his defenses only for him to get blindsided. But, Dirk wouldn't lie to himself. Ami was indeed a very beautiful woman. Especially in her body hugging gear. She was a model after all. Or a former one...? He didn't really truly know. And frankly in regards to this situation, he didn't care. Dirk shook his head and gritted his teeth. Now, was not the time to get hung up on bad memories or infatuations! She bullied and hurt him. So, any feeling of attraction have long since vanished. Those feelings have been replaced with a lust for revenge.

Ami arrived to the ring and climbed on in with the help of the referee holding the ropes. Just like your typical haughty better-than-you heel. However, Dirk wasn't staring at her. Instead he was glaring at the man that was with her. Her brother he heard so much about. And, the very man that struck him. Ami was only a distraction. Once this was over, Daisuke was next on Dirk's hit list.

Once Ami got into the ring and made her way to the middle of ring, Dirk decided to walk out of his corner and meet her. She cockily spoke about how Americans were cowards and how she didn't think he would stand to face her after what she and her brother did to him.
After she finished saying her piece, he simply responded with a clear and calm anger in his voice.

If you actually believed for a second that I was going to take your little sneak attack and not respond. Then, I'm afraid you're the dumb one here. Now, hopefully you've had your fill of photoshoots. Because, you're not going to be leaving this ring in the same condition as when you arrived today. And after I'm finished with you, he's next. Dirk said pointing with his left pointer finger at Daisuke who was standing at ringside.

The supermodel was not sure about which promotion Dirk came from or what was the culture around there but she was certain that he was going to find AFW completely different from other promotions. AFW transcended mere pro-wrestling and dwelled into areas of wrestling that would certainly be questionable. Intergender wrestling was not one of them but certainly he would find out. Ami, on the other hand, was not looking for any such pleasure- she was going to dish out some pain to his upstart.

When the two met in the middle of the ring, Ami couldn't help but notice that Dirk was constantly looking out of the ring towards her brother. She would curl her lips in an evil grin, trying to mess with him. "There's a beautiful supermodel in front of you and you've got your eyes out for my brother outside? Tch, typical" she mocked him.

However, Dirk was clear in his speech because he mentioned that he was here for Ami first, then Daisuke. She shrugged her shoulders and the referee called for the bell to ring. Ami would raise her arms up and circle her opponent, she was not foolish enough to go head on for a lock up so she feigned one instead to try and get behind him for a waistlock.

So they were siblings. Dirk had a hunch. Guess that solves the question of what exactly their relationship was. But, that didn't matter. His plans were still the same. To beat her and face her brother in regards to the chair shot.

Ami took notice of Dirk's attention he had to Daisuke and taunted him for his sexuality. Dirk knew he was straight. But, he wanted Daisuke for reasons other than attraction. He just wanted to pay him for the chair shot. So, he thought he simply thought he had to let Ami know that she was full of it if she thought he was interested in him like that.

If it helps you sleep at night, than yes. I'm more interested in your brother. And as for yourself. I'd say you were beautiful until the exact moment you decided to speak. Now, how about we skip the conversations and I give you a quick lesson in humility?!

The bell had rung and the match had begun. Both wrestlers lunged at each other!
Ami managed to get behind Dirk for a waist lock. But, Dirk using his speed and being stronger than Ami, managed to quickly get behind her with a waistlock of his own!

Hyuck! Urgh!
Then, he lifted her up and slammed her down to his left to the canvas with a mat slam and stayed on her back waiting for her next move so he could counter it. This spoiled brat was gonna learn who not to mess with today!

It seemed as if the American male wrestler wanted to get down to business. He was not looking to engage in a war of words with the supermodel and wanted his actions to speak louder than his words. That was going to be just fine with Ami, if he wanted to be over quickly than she would have no problem putting his machi meathead down and out.

The bell rang and the supermodel quickly went behind him for a waistlock. She pressed her front up against his back, squeezing her slender arms around his strong waist while having a wide grin on her face. "Don't tell me that's all you've go-wha?!" she suddenly gasped as he broke out of it and went behind her for a waistlock of his own.

Ami squatted, bringing her hands around his wrists to try and break free but he easily managed to lift her up and slam her down on her belly while staying on her back. "Nrghhh get off me you big meatheaded brute" she hissed, squirming under him as she tried to bring an elbow back and clock it against the side of his head while attempting to escape.

Dirk was doing good so far. He had her on the ground and she was trying to hit him in the face with an elbow. He managed to swiftly move his head to prevent any of them from landing.

I have a better idea for you. Hyuh!Dirk said backing off of the mount, but still keeping a grip on Ami's frame. He raised her up to her feet, tucked his hips in close behind her and grunted as he lifted Ami upwards again! This time for a German Suplex throw, intending on dropping the supermodel on her pretty little head!

The male wrestler managed to quickly turn the tables around the crafty supermodel, as he went behind her for a waistlock of his own. She squirmed in his grip, fighting against it as she tried to escape. Protesting verbally and physically, she swung an elbow back into the side of his head which hit him but he managed to hold onto her waist.

She tried to escape by reaching down to grab his wrists to pry them off but this time he would launch her up and over his head, bringing her down onto the back of her head and shoulder for a German suplex.

"Owwwwww" she cried out in pain, shifting over to her side while clutching the back of her head in pain.

After the successful suplex on the supermodel, Dirk quickly rose to his feet and made his way over to Ami, who was still reeling from the pain. Dirk saw the opportunity and decided to go for a follow-up! He stood over her and pushed her onto her stomach. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her hips up. Then, as he removed his hands, some members of the audience cheered and wooped!

He looked around, unsure of why. Maybe it was because of how they were posed? It did look kind of sexual. A woman face down with her butt in the air. Whatever. Dirk heard of the "other division" AFW is known for and he had no intentions of touching that style of wrestling. And no one here was going to make him. Not even some of the more passionate fans members of the AFW faithful would influence his decision. Dirk quickly shook his head to try and focus on the main objective. And that was to put this model in her place and then, challenge her brother!

With a grunt, Dirk quickly bent down and wrapped her arms around Ami's waist once again! Then, with a tuck of the hips and a grit of his teeth, Dirk heaved the supermodel up off the mat, allowing her the chance to struggle from his grip. Before, falling back and bringing her unto the back of her head and shoulders once more for a harsher deadlift german suplex!
But this time, Dirk held his grip on Ami's body and kept his feet planted for a bridging pin!
He knew it was pretty early to go for a pin finish. But, he wanted to know if this "former champion" had any spirit in her body or if it was all just smoke & mirrors!

The referee dropped down and began a count!
ONE!

The German suplex left Ami's head spinning and dazed. She would roll over onto her side and clutch the back of her head. Meanwhile, her opponent would walk over towards her to wrap his strong arms around her waist, shifting her over onto her front before pushing her upwards a bit causing her hips to rise up a bit facing his lower half. The crowd stated to cheer and Ami's cheeks flushed red, she figured this was his way of getting back at her for all the mean things she said, perhaps he was going to try a hentai move on her.

Ami had never touched the side of that wrestling either, albeit a few semi lewd matches. However, it seemed Dirk was not into that as he would simply use his strength to lift deadlift her up off the mat and slam her once more in a second German suplex.

When she fell to the mats this time, he went for the pin but Ami would manage to kick out and get her shoulders up off the mat at the count of ONE.