Dirk Lewser vs Melissa Moon - Rookie Duel

Match Rules: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission

Dirk waited in the men's locker room as his turn to step back in the Tension would soon arrive. Earlier today, he had a notification from the company newsletter that he would wrestling another woman. A woman by the name of Melissa Moon. Dirk didn't know much about his future opponent, but he was determined to give it all he had. His win-loss record wasn't the prettiest to look at right now, but he was still a relatively fresh face here in AFW. Perhaps, soon his luck will turn around.

Whew... Here we go...Haaa.... Dirk said to himself as he got up off the bench, and put the finishing touches on his white polo shirt. He dusted off his shirt and tried to iron out any kinks on it to look all nice and decent. It helps the nerd aesthetic.

Dirk made his way past several other wrestlers who were hanging out in the locker room to exit out of it. Once he closed the door behind himself, he made his way to the gorilla position. He stood ready at the stairs. The production crew started his music of Float On by Modest Mouse and Dirk nodded along to the beat to calm his nerves. He always enjoyed the tune. It was great to listen to when things weren't going right for him. Somehow, the melancholy of the tune always cheered him up. Things maybe bad, but life will sort itself out eventually. At least, that was the message he got from it.

Anyway, at :13 mark, Dirk sprinted out of the curtain and arrived at the top of the entrance ramp to the large arena. The crowd gave a sizeable cheer for the rookie once they saw him. It was nowhere as loud as the bigger stars at AFW, but it wasn't dead silence. The Tension faithful knew of rookie a little. And Dirk was alright with that.

Dirk grinned and raised his right arm to the sky, before bringing it back and throwing forward for a makeshift haymaker punch! And with a shout of Let's go! Dirk would jog his way down the ramp and head toward the ring. Once he got there, hopped up unto the ring apron, dusted off the bottom of brown wrestling boots and climbed in under the top rope. He would go into a far corner and lean back in it and wait for his opponent to arrive.