Dirk Lewser vs Raelyn Quinn [Standard]

Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she almost gave up her back to him. While she didn't know how well-versed he was as compared to her, she knew that a controlled back mount was her preferred place to be. So many juice options and so little good defense. When they parted, her first order of business was to push off the canvas and spin herself so her legs faced him. She sat herself up slightly at an angle, one leg a bit more in front than the other. She hadn’t tried to get up, the thought didn't even cross her mind. So long as he was staying on the ground she would take up a guard position, legs parted wide, an open threat to snapping them around any body part that came close enough.

Raelyn cautiously scooted forward, bringing her arms up each time she got that much closer, fishing for him to try to hit her, give her something to grab, anything. By the confident look in her eye and her careful approach, she seemed to know what she was doing in terms of ground grappling. She dug in a boot heel into the mat, and shoved off the ground with an aggressive push, thrusting her hip in his direction she tried to bring her legs around Dirk to try and capture him between her legs and close off her guard position.  This was her first step towards trying to reel him into something far more dangerous.

It seemed that Raelyn wanted to stay on the ground. Perfect. He knew exactly what he wanted to follow up with. He just needed her to make a move. Dirk sat straight up with his left knee placed on the mat and he set his right foot firmly on the mat in a crouching sort of stance with his hands open. ...

As soon as Raelyn brought her hips and legs in his direction, he would quickly reach forward with his right hand and grab her outermost leg! Urgh!

If she didn't escape, Dirk would use his strength to quickly and harshly turn Raelyn's ankle and leg over and attempt to get her into an ankle lock!

Raelyn’s eyes shined when Dirk made his move, reaching for her leg. He was elevated now so the closed guard wasn’t an option. She leaned her weight on the side he reached for and sat herself forward trying to grasp for his arm with both her hands. She didn't need much, just to stall him and anchor them together for a moment. She was surprisingly strong, the type of girl who could probably crush walnuts in her bare hands for party tricks.

If she managed to deadlock him from pinning her leg, she would drop her back to the mat again, shifting her weight to rest most of it on her shoulders. She would try to kick up her legs, trying to hook the heel of her boot behind his head and shove her other shin up under his chin. She was trying to set up a gogoplata or a triangle choke but was struggling with the awkward positioning and her boots not giving her the dexterity she generally had with her feet and ankles for this sort of thing.

Dirk was surprised by strong this woman was. He tried his damnedest to yank his now captured arm back without having to use his other arm. And it worked somewhat. But, ultimately, both wrestlers were at a stalemate. She wanted to keep him near her for reasons not yet known. And Dirk was not willing to find out. But, he did have an idea... It was a bit of a gamble, but it was all he could think of in short notice.

Urg...! Remembering his MMA training with his older brother and with a grunt, Dirk quickly moved forward allowing Raelyn to pull him in. She dropped to her back and tried to wrap her legs around his torso to hold him down by using all her weight to anchor him. Seemingly going for a triangle choke. Time to put that gamble to action! Dirk's chin connected a bit with Raelyn's shin, causing him to grit his teeth, shoot a very small amount of saliva from his lips upon and expose his light blue mouthguard placed on his upper row of teeth to his opponent. If a little pain was the price he needed to pay to wipe the smug and cockiness off this woman's face, then, he would happily pay it.

Utilizing the momentum from Raelyn's pull on his captured arm, Dirk quickly allowed his upper torso to be caught by Raelyn's incomplete triangle and quickly got to standing on both of his feet. He used his free right arm to catch Raelyn's left leg by flexing it and catching it in between his right bicep and quickly used Raelyn's momentum to bring his captured arm down on her left shoulder. Dirk would then lean forward a bit more.
Still holding Raelyn's captured leg in his bicep he would shuffle his way to the right.

If this all worked, the next step of Dirk's plan would have him send his right knee into Raelyn's right hip! And if that attack worked, he would quickly turn his trapped upper body toward her other leg, bring his right foot over her head spinning himself out of her hold and finally drop his 166 lb body onto Raelyn for a quick pin attempt he was sure she would kick out of.

“Just a little more and we’ll be done…” Raelyn murmured, as much to herself as it was to Dirk. He was playing a dangerous game in giving up any ground to her at all. She seemed all too pleased with herself though, potentially seconds away from locking in a tidy choke. When he lifted the two of them up, she was left to dangle until she flexed her muscle, curling up to cling to what she had a strong hold of, and the legs she hadn’t quite gotten into position yet. She seemed determined to make this work, she knew exactly how to do it but he was fighting her so damn much.

“Agh!” She let out a pained yelp as he drove a knee into her hip, her body instinctively turning as if to shield herself from another knee. It gave Dirk the opportunity her needed to turn himself over and drop on top of her. Unprepared, the simple splash had knocked the air out of her and forced her grip on his arm free as well.

The referee slid into place without missing a beat, slapping the mat.

“One!”

“Two!”

Raelyn bucked hard with a breathless cough, twisting up a shoulder underneath Dirk’s weight. She planted her boots on the mat and used her legs to lift up, trying to flop him off of her with all her might.

Dirk quickly sat up in reaction to Raelyn sitting up in the pin! He knew good and well a mere splash wasn't going to put her away. But, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. Maybe it was a all the shit talking prior to the match. Either way, Dirk was a little angry. Haa..! Alright then! He huffed out to no one in particular. Dirk played Raelyn's game now it was time for her to play his. Time for a little payback!

Dirk quickly got to his feet. He moved his hand to his chin and nursed his jaw for a second. He flexed it for a bit before looking down at Raelyn still prone on the mat. Then, he quickly kneeled down, grabbed her right arm and turned her wrist harshly. Then, he would bring it back near her head placing her open hand back on the mat. Then, he would rise back to his feet while keeping her hand still. Then, he would quickly let go and stomp down harshly on her elbow sending a shock of pain from her funny bone to her fingers! That is... if she didn't run!

Even as Dirk pushed himself up off her, she didn’t immediately move to get up herself. The splash had seemingly really knocked the wind out of her, leaving her sprawled out on the mat. When he grabbed hold of her arm she let out a whine of pain, reaching up with her free arm, grasping at his hand, trying to pry his fingers free. The effort wouldn’t be good or quick enough however as he brought a boot down on her arm. She recoiled in pain, letting out a shriek as she withdrew her arm to hold it close.

She threw her weight to the side, sloppily rolling away from him towards the edge of the ring. She would reach up, using the ropes to pull herself to a knee, clutching her arm. Her fingertips were twitching as she opened and closed them, working feeling back into them. Her brow was furrowed, eyes narrowed. She wore her frustration on her face along with a fresh tint of red on her cheeks.

Shoving off the mat angrily she got to her feet. It was a fluke. A dumb luck move and gave him an opening. He probably tripped. She hissed, shaking out her battered arm behind her as she brought her good one up, leading with it as she stepped from the ropes. Apparently, she was done rolling around for now and wanted to take the fight standing.

After the stomp, some crowd goers would go "Ooh!" in response. As if they were surprised by the sight of the rookie's sudden brutality. Dirk on the other hand would take a couple steps back and watch Raelyn shriek and roll away from him. He felt a little bad seeing a woman in pain. Despite all her shit talking, he felt a little guilty for what he just did. It hurt his heart seeing her clutching her arm and trying to get feeling back in her fingers. Truthfully, that was the first time in his career he did that to a female. But, there was nothing he could do about it now. This was a wrestling match. And if his life and his previous two matches in Tension have taught Dirk anything, it was that being nice in this company was only going to hurt him in the long run. A wrestling match was still a wrestling match. It didn't matter who he had to face.
A thought his sensitive heart was still trying to get to grips with.

He hoped that with that exchange of holds earlier and that stomp to her arm, he showed Raelyn that it would be in her best interest to take him seriously. He definitely was doing that for her.
She was a bit taller than him and she had plenty of muscle on her body. And with how easy she could move around on the mat, there was no telling what she could do to put him out for good.

Dirk stood in the middle of the ring and leaned forward bringing hands up for a muay thai-esque stance. He clenched his taped knuckles. He created an opening with her left arm.
Now, he just needed to work the rest of her body, he thought to himself.

And with that thought, he slowly and carefully stepped toward to his opponent, trying to watch for any signs of retaliation he could counter.

Raelyn drew in a deep breath, brushing her long braid back over one shoulder with her good hand as she stared Dirk down from the relative safety of the ropes. She gave her injured arm a few small flexes close to the body, she wore the pain of each motion on her face in subtle ways, doing a decent job of trying to mask how much it hurt. When he didn’t come for her, she stepped away from the edge of the ring and made her way to meet him. Her orange eyes flicked up and down, eyeing his choice of stance with a snicker.

She followed suit, providing a mimic of Dirk, though she kept her one arm in rather than both up in guard. It wasn’t much, but she had a height advantage and she intended to use it if they were going to play the striking game. She gauged the distance between the two of them as she closed in, slowly side-stepping in toward him inch by inch. With a quick step in she snapped off a stiff low kick aimed for his knees and calf, going for something he likely couldn’t try to catch but if he did go low it would open the door for possibly going in for a guillotine choke.

The distance between them got gradually got smaller. Dirk took notice of Raelyn's smirk and transitioning into a mirror reflection of the stance he held. Guess they were taking a break from mat wrestling and grappling for now. That was fine. He could strike as well! Dirk quickly looked down at Raelyn's legs. He had to admit to himself she some strong looking legs. He dreaded what it would feel like getting kicked by one of those things. But, he couldn't be swallowed by fear now. He had her on the back foot for now and he needed to keep up the heat.

As soon as he took a step forward, he was met with a lightning quick low kick to his right knee! A small "PAF!" was the sound her leg made as it made contact. He thought so. Her kicks hurt. Dirk reacted by gritting his teeth and letting loose a small Ksh! from his mouth.
Despite the pain, he needed to keep up his pressure. He side-stepped to his right and quickly lifted his left leg for a mid kick aimed for her hip, wanting to keep Raelyn in front of him and not allowing her to use the opportunity to escape him. If this was successful, he would step toward her looking to go for a clinch!