Dirk Lewser vs Raelyn Quinn [Standard]

As the two waged war, defense had been something they both had thrown off the table believing they were one good strike away from victory. Each exchange left Raelyn more and more exhausted, unable to even bring her arms up to try to block even if she wanted to at this point. She wasn't even sure they would hold up if struck. So when Dirk found energy in his gank and came for her, she had no response but to take whatever he gave him. He treated her head like a speed bag, landing a machine gun barrage of forearms that her reeling even before he let her go. When the final one hit, she took fumbled steps back before collapsing to a knee.

Eyes squinted she stared at the canvas as sweat dripped off her face, pattering against the mat inaudibly. She clenched her jaw which burned after so much punishment, tilting her head to glare up at Dirk. If he wanted her to show him something, she would. Shoving her fists off the mat she rose with a stiff kick towards his side. With a snappy motion, she hopped and twisted, sending her other leg out to hammer the opposite side of his body. After the two kick combination, she would half spin, placing her side to Dirk and send out a hard sole kick towards his stomach.

Dirk would soon regret shouting his words of competitive encouragement to his opponent. Because, after taking the brunt of his forearm assault and falling to her knee, Raelyn got back up within seconds and retaliated with a stiff kick that struck Dirk in his side. He instinctively leaned in the direction of his now struck side, but Raelyn was far from finished it seems.
Within mere seconds, she turned her entire body and struck his other side!

And then, to end off the combination, Raelyn gave Dirk one final sole kick straight into his gut!
Dirk fell to his knee clutching his stomach with his arms. He breathed harshly and coughed to try to get some of the air he just lost!

Raelyn caught herself as both boots hit the mat again letting out a breathy chuckle at the work she had just put in. She took a few steps, half circle Dirk as she observed him while he seemed wounded, ready to be finished off. There were more ways than a choke to knock someone out to still keep to her moniker. She ran her palms up across her face and through her hair, clearing away some of the sweat and fixing the wild strands of disheveled hair that had come loose from her braid throughout the match, dolling herself up just a bit before the finale. She had no doubt there would be some photos snapped of what she had planned.

Stepping up before Dirk, she extended her foot to him, tucking the toe of her boot beneath his chin. Balancing on one leg, she managed her weight while coaxing her opponent up at the tip of her foot, groggy as he might be, making this into a spectacle. Once he was upright and primed for her, she flashed into action, withdrawing her foot to plant it firmly, whipping around on the ball of her feet as she twirled into a vicious spinning heel kick aimed to cleave Dirk’s head clean off his shoulders with all the power she could pack behind it. "Nice try, Lewser!

Dirk crouched and clutched his stomach as he breathed harshly. Each harsh breath he'd keep his eyes on his smug opponent who was cleaning her hair and making her way over to him. He didn't know what Raelyn was planning, but it was obvious she was going for something big. Dirk stayed in his crouched state not sure what she was going to do. But one thing was for certain, he needed to counter whatever she had planned. Otherwise, he just find himself onto the mat one final time!

Then, she did something that Dirk definitely didn't expect... She placed her foot under his chin and lifted his head, forcing him to look up at her! One final taunt from Raelyn to Dirk! As if she was subconsciously telling him just how weak and feeble he was, not even bothering using her hands to bring her dying prey up to face his beautiful demise.

"Nice try, Lewser!"

Raelyn yelled as she quickly removed her foot from underneath his chin and in the same swung the heel of her foot for a dazzling heel kick intent on knocking Dirk's head clean off his shoulders! Was the finishing blow finally delivered!?

To the surprise of everyone there... it did not! Raelyn swing her foot like blade of a swordsman slicing his victim! Only unlike said blade, Raelyn's "blade" did not hit home! Instead, her foot whiffed its target by a small margin! Utilizing his exhaustion, Dirk dropped his upper body to the ring mat to duck his head underneath his opponent's oncoming foot!

Then, once Raelyn completed her rotation, Dirk would quickly look up at his opponent's open body. His time had finally arrive for a counterattack!

"There it is!" Hyaah!!

His right eye practically glistened, before he pushed himself off of the mat by pushing of his knuckles! Then, in a swift motion, he leapt unto Raelyn's back, wrapped his legs around her waist, wrapped his arms around her neck and yanked back as far as he could to pull Raelyn back to the mat to lock in his finishing Bully Killer rear naked choke submission move!

Strike through. That had been the advice she had received for converting her time hitting bags and dummies to a real fight scenario. So that was what she did, put every ounce of what she had behind her kick to take her opponent out. The motion was graceful, the execution arguably as perfect as it could get in this gear and her power was unquestionable. As her heel cut through the air it sliced effortlessly, soaring through where her target had been though it hadn’t felt like she had hit anything at all. The momentum carried her around in a full rotation as she lowered her leg with her spin.

“Hrk!” She came to an abrupt stop as arms came around her throat and halted her twist. It was a jarring sensation that was surprising and confusing. Instinctively she reached up to her neck when legs shot around her as well. She was falling, backward as a weight on her back dragged her to the canvas, the two wrestlers thudding as they hit the mat. She knew what this was, in fact, it was something she had officially made her finisher as well.

She writhed for a moment, kicking her feet weakly, her tired hands prying and pawing at the arm around her throat. She was spent. She had given everything in their final contest of blows and couldn't even muster a convincing struggle as she felt her eyes growing heavy. She tried to speak, asking for any finish but this. Nothing came out with no air able to pass through. As the scuffing of her boots on the mat slowed and her body started to give out, her palm weakly began to tap against Dirk’s forearm. She was submitting, not wanting to subject herself to passing out, not with all the branding surrounding her moniker.

What do you say, Raelyn?! The referee said as they crouched to the mat and asked Raelyn if she was still willing to continue. Raelyn kicked and struggled weakly trying her best to escape Dirk's firm grasp! Dirk grit his teeth and held on like life itself. He could see the finish line! He was nearly there! His first win was within reach! And then, Raelyn weakly tapped on Dirk's arm, signifying that she had finally given in! The referee quickly got up and pointed to the bell ringer!

DING!! DING!! DING!!

Dirk released the hold and laid on the mat as cheers and applause filled the arena!

Here's your winner...! Dirk Lewser!

The announcer shouted before the japanese announcer would make the same announcement!
Float On by Modest Mouse played over the arena stereos. Dirk closed his eyes as his lips slowly turned into a satisfied grin. Finally, he got his first win in AFW. The underdog finally got his day. He slowly sat up and pulled himself from underneath his opponent. Then, he slowly got to to his feet, groaning a bit from all the wear and tear from the harsh match.

Then, he had his left arm raised by the referee with cheers from the crowd! After that, the referee would release Dirk's arm to go check on the condition of Raelyn.
Dirk looked at his prone opponent. He didn't expect Raelyn to give him so much trouble so he had to give her her regards in that area. Despite the obvious dirty tactics she used in the match. But, she showed she could hold her own. Maybe if she wasn't so deadset on entertaining her social media fanbase and acting cocky, perhaps she would be standing with her arm raised. But, that day was not today.

Once Raelyn sat up, Dirk would walk over to her and offer his right hand for a handshake and assistance in getting her up to feet. With a calm and friendly grin, he simply said to her, That...was a great match. Thank you for being my opponent. He wondered if she would even take his hand.

As Dirk slipped out from under her Raelyn let herself slip back to the mat and just closed her eyes, laying there as she soaked in her defeat. She had been so sure of herself going into this and now not only had she lost, but lost at her own game. It was almost as heartbreaking as it was embarrassing.

“Are you alright Quinn?”

She opened one eye to see the referee standing over her. With a snort, she closed her eyes again. She didn't want to answer, didn't want to even be here anymore. After a moment though she responded, if anything than to keep the official from fussing over her and making things seem worse. “Yeah. Just tired.” She said quietly, reaching up to rub at her face and eyes. After a moment she pushed herself up, slouching in the seated position to take a second breather.

When Dirk offered a hand to her she glanced up at him, incredulous at first. He had already humiliated her, what more did he want? She at first took him claiming the match being great as a boast from the man, jaw clenched in annoyance… then he thanked her. Her features softened a bit as she looked up at him, really taking in his expression. She faked smiles all the time, it was a must when you were a performer, but she could tell he was genuine.

Reluctantly she reached out to take his hand, while she didn't shake it, she did take his help in getting to her feet. To her surprise, the crowd reacted rather warmly to that. She straightened up, trying not to show just how badly rattled she was after their match.  “Yeah. Good match.” She murmured softly, not looking him in the eye. “Sorry about the name thing. Was seriously just bad communication on the promoters' part.”

Raelyn didn't take the handshake but she did take the help to get to her feet. Then, she softly apologized about her making fun of his name prior to the match, not making eye contact with him. Then, she blamed it on the promoter. Ever proud to the end, it seems. He began to wonder how different she would sound if she was the winner instead of him, but he quickly let those thoughts go and chose to speak like a respectable competitor he was.

It's alright. I've been made fun of for my ring name my whole career. I see it as nothing more than an overdone joke. It's gonna take a lot more than that to rile me up. And besides... it looks like we finally found out who the Lewser and the actual "L-O-S-E-R" of this match truly is, wouldn't you say? Have a good night, Raelyn. The rookie said, ending his sentence with a small chuckle.

Dirk really hoped he didn't leave any ill feelings in what he just spoke after a hard fought match. But, after the all the smack talk he received before this match officially began, Dirk felt it was quite apropos that he would "match her energy" at the end with some smack talk of his own after victory was finally in his grasp. If there was thing one thing Dirk got out of life back home in the states, it was making bullies and braggarts eat their own words. It's been that way ever since he learned how to fight. To all his future opponents, be sure to keep your words soft and sweet. Because well, he may make you eat 'em. With Raelyn being his first example, he left the woman and made his tired exit underneath the top rope and hopped down off the ring apron. Stumbling a small bit upon landing, but quickly gaining his bearings and trying to walk like his limbs and torso weren't screaming in pain at him right now. A ringside attendant handed him his polo shirt and glasses. To which Dirk politely nodded and accepted. Then, he made his way up the entrance ramp, giving high fives and raising his arms in victory, not once turning back to see the reaction of his former opponent.

Dirk was by no means a bitter man. Well, he tried not to be. But, even he couldn't help rubbing his victory in her opponent's face just a tad. A little post victory smack talk never hurt anyone, right? Dirk didn't know and he was too tired and hurt to care. He needed a shower, some ice cold water, to lay down on something comfortable, to contact family to celebrate his first win, a nice warm victory meal and maybe some smash bros. And not in that exact order.

Humility was not something that came easily to Raelyn. Surrounded by people praising her work for years, riding a wave of success that led her here to one of her first big failures, she had opened herself up ever so slightly when she had taken Dirk’s olive branch. When he turned it back on her, regardless of how light the ribbing may have been it served to do nothing but reinforce why she never allowed herself to show that side of her. She didn't respond to his final words, but watched him head back up the ramp with a bitter taste in her mouth and a glint of renewed hatred in her eyes. When the referee came over to check on her again she roughly turned away and made her way out of the ring. She trudged up the ramp with clenched fists, eager to take out her frustrations on the next poor sap that stepped into the sparring ring with her.