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

Dirk would be grabbed up by his disheveled hair and made to look at a furious Ami Takeuchi. Then, he would suddenly be slapped to his face! Little did the supermodel know, this didn't make Dirk fear her. This only lit a flame behind his eyes.

Dirk slowly glared back at Ami, not saying a single word and shaking his head. As if trying to taunt her by using his body language to say, "Hit me again. I dare you."

She was done playing games, there was no way this rookie punk was going to disrespect a former champion like her in her own promotion. She walked over towards him, grabbed him by the hair to pull him up to his knees before unleashing a stinging slap to his face!

He seemed rattled at first but then he glared back at her, he didn't say anything which made her even more annoyed than she was. "OH you think you're too good for me huh? Well how about this...." she said, looking to swing her leg and deliver a roundhouse kick to the side of his head.

It seemed like Dirk's expression pissed the model off a wee bit. So much in fact, she went for a quick roundhouse kick to Dirk's head!

Kuhof!Dirk took the hit, but if Ami thought that would knock him down, she was in for a rude awakening. Dirk turned around and felt his head...before quickly turning back around to her and returning fire with a jumping enzuigiri to the side of her head!

His reaction annoyed the supermodel and she acted out of impulse instead of her usual cool and collected self. She wanted to wipe that confident look off his face, so as he would never think about challenging her ever again. Instead of going for another slap though, she would look to swing her hip and try to go for a roundhouse kick.

However, Dirk was ready and this time he would act first by jumping up and delivering a jumping enzuigiri kick to Ami's head. "AHHH!" she cried out in pain, falling down to her side while clutching her head in pain.

After the successful enzuigiri, Dirk would land on the ground before leaping onto Ami's prone body and mounting her. Then, he began raining down palm strikes, putting his MMA skills to good use! Who's the bitch now, huh?! Who's the bitch now!? He angrily shouted, channeling a dark place he was once in as his shots kept raining down on Ami's face and chest. Some shots missed, some connected, Dirk didn't care. He forgot what his parents taught him about not hitting girls! He was only determined to knock this haughty bitch out!

Once things were getting a little too extreme, the ref would come over to Dirk and pull him off of Ami! Dirk! Stop! You gotta stop! Otherwise, I'll disqualify you!

The ref was successful in his attempt to stop the seemingly rampaging rookie. But, Dirk was far from done. After leaving the ref's grasp, Dirk would look at the ref and respond to their words by quickly nodding at them. Then, after a quick breather to calm himself, Dirk looked toward a nearby corner and ran his way to the corner. Once he arrived he turned around and got into a crouching position. He would begin making a come here motion with his right hand in Ami's direction as he bounced his right foot rapidly. He was itching for the perfect moment to run in and strike Ami's beautiful face with a Regal Knee.

Come on! Get up, Miss Model! I got your beauty shot right here!
Dirk said, smacking his right knee with his right hand a couple times.

After bringing her down to the mat with a enzuigiri kick, something awoke within the male wrestler who would begin to mount the supermodel's body and began to strike her face and chest with closed fists strike. His punches hit her face and she screamed in pain, her own hands coming up to defend her pretty face while she could do nothing to help her chest. She would whimper in pain as the referee had to intervene.

Daisuke would hop up on the ring apron and start shouting, advocating for him to be DQ'ed for daring to strike his sister in a way that he did. The American male would soon be forced off Ami as he would go his corner, crouching low and wait for Ami to get back up. The supermodel would get back up to her feet, Daisuke would warn his sister about the danger but as she would turn around, her face would be struck with a high knee strike.

"Uuuuuughhh!" she cried out as spittle flew off her mouth and she fell to the mats, hands and legs spread wide as she seemed knocked out.

This was it! He didn't care for Daisuke getting involved. The chance to finish this and settle himself in the Tension roster as a technical roster presented himself. All he needed was to put this haughty bitch in her place with a Regal Knee. Once she was up enough to a crouching position, Dirk bolted in the supermodel's direction, yelling all the while before leaping off the ground with his right knee pointed directly at Ami's face!

Boom! Direct hit! Ami fell back with spittle flying out of her mouth and landing on the canvas!
The crowd reacted in shock at the attack landing clean to Ami's beautiful face!
Dirk landed a little ways away from the down and out supermodel. The knee shot might've seemed like a match ender, but Dirk needed that definitive decisive move to seal the deal!

He would roll onto his hands and knees before getting up to his feet and making his way over to Ami. He would pick her up, getting her to her feet, hammerlock her left arm, turn her around to him, set her head underneath his right arm pit, stick his right leg in front of her right, lean forward a bit and then, finally come back as hard as he could, bringing Ami's face to the canvas with his Lewser Effect DDT! He would yell "It's over" in japanese too!

Hrrgh..! OWARI DA!!

Daisuke bring his hand up to grab his own hair, his eyes were widened in shock as this rookie from America was about to actually defeat a former world champion. He was sizing her up and despite Daisuke's best efforts to warn her, she would turn around and would get hit in the face with that running knee strike. She fell down like a tonne of bricks and seemed KO'ed.

He would reach out to her, grabbing her by the arm and pull her back up to her feet. Once again, going for his finisher as he would spin her around and then tuck her head under his arms. This time, she was powerless to stop her as he would stick his leg infront of her her right before spiking her head to the canvas to execute the Lewser Effect DDT.

*THUD* Her head hit the mat and she was down and out.

After landing his finisher, Dirk would slowly sit up, still feeling the effect from falling on his back not too long ago. After groaning and feeling his back, he would look directly at Daisuke and bring his arms close to his chest before quickly outstretching them to both sides as if to say, it's over!

Then, tired and hurting he would quickly pin her and pull up Ami's right leg and still glaring at Daisuke! The referee quickly got the floor and counted for seemingly the final time.

ONE...! TWO...!

It seemed like Dirk was about to make good on his promise to face Daisuke next!

The strike to her face would have done the job just as good but the Lewser Effect DDT was just the cherry on the top, an attempt to make sure that Ami was not going to kick out whatsoever at all. She would lay there on her belly, her eyes closed and breathing slow and laboured. Daisuke had to do something, there was no way that he was going to allow his punk to defeat Ami.

When Dirk would pull Ami over onto her back and then go for the pin, the referee would begin the count as Daisuke would suddenly reach out to grab his sister's leg and hook it up over the bottom rope while quickly jumping up on the ring apron and start barking at the referee. "HEY, are you blind? She's got her leg on the ropes" he would say.

The referee would get back up on his feet to break the count and start arguing with Daisuke, telling him to get off the apron but the deed was done as the pinfall was broken thanks to shenanigans.