The blonde heel wiped her mout, still feeling the remnants of the absolute mockery she had been put through. The stinkface. The bronco buster. That bloody pin attempt.
And now? Brielle was standing tall, laughing, mocking her in front of the entire crowd.
Ohhh, you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.
Rianne forced herself to stand straighter, playing up her exhaustion, her arms resting on the apron like she was just barely keeping herself upright. She glanced at the ref, seeing the count nearing eight.
She sighed dramatically, shaking her head like she had no choice but to get back in, before she rolled under the bottom rope—but she didn’t pop up immediately. Instead, she stayed low, her instincts kicking in.
"Awww, you got me, love,”
she called out, tossing her hands up as if she was surrendering.
“Guess you ain't as useless as I thought.”
Rianne tried to surprise her opponent by feigning a plea for mercy.
Of course this was a ruse to get Brielle to come to her and as soon as the rookie would try to attempt to get closer to her, that’s when Rianne would strike.
As soon as Brielle got close enough—
WHAM!
Rianne lunged forward, dropping to one knee and hooking Brielle’s ankle, yanking it out from under her!
The moment Brielle would hit the mat, Rianne was on her, mounting her rival and raining down forearm strikes to the side of her head!
THWACK! THWACK!
The crowd booed, but Rianne didn’t care—she needed to slow the rookie down.
"Ya had your fun, love,"
Rianne growled, gripping Brielle’s golden locks and slamming the back of her head against the mat once for good measure.
"Now it's my turn."
She then hauled Brielle up, yanking her into a standing position before hooking both of her arms and setting her up for a double underhook suplex!
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