Duel of the Delinquents - Tanner Del Rio v Riri Graffiti (D) - NHB Match

[FreestylePoet]

No Holds Barred Match
Victory by submission, knockout, or pinfall in the ring. No move in the ring or on the ropes will be considered illegal. Hentai allowed.

Tanner Del Rio wasn't exactly in the good graces of the people who ran the Young Lioness Program. Truth be told, she knew she deserved to be on their shit list. After all, the preachy shits who thought up the Program probably signed on thinking they'd be "nurturing the next generation of wrestling talent" or whatever. Tanner's goals weren't exactly in line with that, and even if they thought they could make a "reclamation project" outta her, she still knew she was one

So it came as a bit of a surprise when the higher-ups approached her for a favor. See, the YLs had gotten a new addition to their ranks recently, some pop-punk lookin' chick named Riri. She had a bad attitude; Tanner knew that already, thanks to a couple spats they'd gotten into on the girl's first day.

It wasn't as if she didn't at least understand why she might have a shitter of a mindset, but Riri gave off this attitude like she was better than everyone else, despite never touching an organized fight in her entire life. She just thought that she could waltz right in and propel herself to the main roster. At least Tanner knew she had to beat up some of her fellow Lionesses before being allowed to touch the big guns.

Still, she wasn't the only one who had it out for the new girl, apparently. If the YL staff didn't like Tanner, then they really must have hated this Riri chick. They knew Tanner's reputation for dirty fighting, and they gave her a match type that would let her do just that — in both senses of the word "dirty". They knew she was a badass thanks to her performance in the Young Lioness Cup, and yet they gave her some hotheaded little rookie to pound on.

Whatever the suits' motivations for setting up this match, though, Tanner didn't really care. "Put her through her paces," they said, "give her a nice warm welcome to the Young Lioness Program." Thinly veiled instructions — Tanner got that much. But all she really heard was "Beat the shit out of this girl then fuck her in the middle of the ring." Which was fine by her.

So Tanner walked down the entrance ramp, bouncing along with a toothy grin as her theme played out. Tonight, she was wearing a version of her attire specially designed for matches where lewdness was in play: She ditched the mask, and instead of a bodysuit, she wore a two-piece. Over her body was a black crop top, cut off at the midriff with a sports-bra shaped version of her trademark gator pattern across the chest. Her tight shorts, which were fully ensconced in that scaly pattern, were cut off just above the knee. A pair of two fingerless black MMA gloves completed the ensemble.

Tanner Del Rio, the Wild Child (except dressed as described above)

Rolling her shoulders, she laid simply upon one of the corners, facing the entrance ramp with a cheeky grin as she awaited tonight's conquest.

[BuckleBuster]

The Young Lioness program wasn't exactly the way Riri saw her self entering the professional fighting circuit. Those who saw her when she first entered through the facility's doors remembered the visible look of disgust on her face when she witnessed the "talent" that'd be occupying the same space as her. Most of them were dainty, fragile girls. The kind that couldn't tell a suplex from a sharpshooter. Not that Riri was particular adept at either of those moves, but that wasn't the point. The point was the management saw it fit to lump in an experienced streetfighter with girls who didn't belong within ten miles of a ring.

It was insulting to say the least.

So much so, that Riri made an extra point of emphasizing just how displeased she was with her placement every chance she got. Not a single practice or meetup was attended. Every attempt by other girl's to greet her was met with a cold stare or condescending remark. She even turned down the few debut opportunities thrown her way because the matches were too "lame" in her eyes. It goes without saying that Riri had already racked up alot more enemies than friends in her short time in the program so far. The amount of verbal exchanges and dormitory skirmishes she had gotten into by this point was starting to become a serious concern for the those that oversaw the program.

When Riri got her first letter from the higher-ups, she was half-expecting her expulsion from the program all together. Imagine her surprise when she saw that she had actually been booked in a No Holds Barred Match against a fellow lioness. It seemed like all the commotion she had caused had payed off after all. Management was finally realizing why Riri had joined the league in the first place. Not to practice, not to spar, but to fight. And of course, to fuck a girl or two while she was at it, which to her delight would be allowed in this match.

So here she was, backstage in the gorilla position shadowboxing and psyching herself up for the upcoming match. Her skateboard leaned haphazardly on a wall off to the side, but she made sure to shoo away any stagehands that dared touch it, telling them that she was going to be needing it for her big entrance. Paperwork with the match details were spilled out on a nearby table, as if hastily rummaged through as opposed to properly studied.

She didn't know much about her opponent, other than the fact that they were both in the Young Lioness program, but that wasn't saying much. The amount of girls she had bumped shoulders and gotten into heated verbal exchanges with in the dormitory hallways was already too much to count, so they all pretty much blurred in together. Who she was didn't matter anyways. All Riri had to do was step in that ring, make quick of her opponent, and present her mangled body as evidence to the people in suits that a fast-tracked graduation out of the program was in order. Piece of cake!

Her opponent's theme was still playing out over the arena speakers, but it wasn't long until it eventually died down to be replaced by her own. A cocky smirk replaced her strained game-face as she made her way to the entrance ramp with skateboard in hand, throwing one fist triumphantly in the air as the spotlights and cameras centered on the debutant. Her jacket hung loosely off her shoulder, unzipped and open wide to reveal the simple bra and chest strap underneath. The rest of her torso was left completely bare in order to show of her slim but toned physique. Her spandex tights were so short that they stopped just a few inches down her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs bare minus a thigh strap and her purple sneakers. After staying in the pose for a few second, she finally let the skateboard flop onto the ramp before hopping onto it and pushing of with her foot.

Entrance Theme

She zoomed down the ramp, her jacket fluttering to the tune of her rock theme while both hands extended outwards to either side of her to high-five the nearby fans behind the barriers. Once at the base of the ramp, she flicked her heel downwards and let the board come to a scraping halt before neatly hopping off of it. She popped the lip of the board one more time with her foot to flick it smoothly into her hands, giving one last wave to the audience before gently rolling the skateboard underneath the ring apron, just in case she needed it for later. Riri tossed her jacket and placed her headphones over one of the nearby barriers before finally making her way up the steps and into the ring.

She made her way straight to the center, winking at the referee before turning her attention to her opponent in the corner. Riri's eyes scanned the girl upwards, delaying her gaze to admire the more interesting parts of the woman's body before finally resting on her face. "Heeeey, I remember you! What was it I said that set you off again? Gator-Breath right? Or was it Snaggletooth?" Riri said with her chin resting on her fist in a thinking pose, her foot incessantly tapping the mat as she genuinely tried to recall the moment when they had first bumped into each other. "Fuck! Give me a second, it's on the tip of my tongue..."

Riri Graffiti

[FreestylePoet]

The first few bars of Riri's entrance theme told Tanner all she needed to know. A way-too-intense rock theme that belonged in a 14 year old boy's workout playlist? Check. An over-the-top attire, half of which she stripped off before she entered the ring? Check. A cheesy skater girl gimmick that played off of her punkish aesthetic? Check.

Yeah, this girl definitely didn't know her place.

She'd been in the program for, what, a few weeks? Never even wrestled a match, she heard. And she was already walkin' around like she was top of the class. Most Young Lionesses didn't have shit goin' for 'em on the rare occasions that they wrestled at regular shows. Hell, her roommate Corrine didn't even have a proper wrestling uniform yet, much less a whole entrance routine. And she probably had the most martial prowess of all the Lionesses!

If there was one kind of person she hated more than anyone else, it was someone who thought she was tough shit without any way to back it up. Which was a little hypocritical, she knew, but hey, who was counting? Either way, she was gonna relish the chance to haze the hell out of this rookie.

"Hah?" Apparently the chick had said something to her. She scratched her head and made to answer. Unlike her foe, Tanner didn't stride proudly to the center of the ring. Why give them the chance to pull some pre-bell bullshit? Besides, Tanner wouldn't need that kind of trick today. This rookie wasn't worth that kind of energy. Instead, she took a few slow, sauntering steps out of the corner, perfectly satisfied with staying a few feet from the corner.

Tanner shrugged. "I dunno. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was something I've heard from a hundred elementary schoolers with twice your creativity." Really, even she didn't remember what the slight was. Why would she? An upturned hand gestured casually at her soon-to-be-foe. "I was prolly just lookin' for a reason to get into it with you. I just don't like your face is all." Then her eyes roved downwards, and suddenly Tanner's smile took on a more shadowy persona. "But I do like the rest of ya. Tell ya what, Rook. How's about you just lay down 'n' let me put somethin' else on the tip of your tongue? That way, I don't have to look at your stupid face or hear you talk! And you get to walk out of this with most of your dignity intact."

[BuckleBuster]

"Bitch! I called you a bitch, yeah that was it!" Riri's face lit up as she snapped her fingers in a moment of recognition, before her lips eventually puckered up into a more a disappointed pout. "Eh, fair enough, I usually am more creative than that. Oh well, I'm sure we'll have a whole list of nicknames to choose from by the time I'm done make you squeal" She said with a shrug.

She waited for her opponent to retort with her own thinly veiled threat, meanwhile her face was an unfazed mix of excited and amused."I have a better idea. Why don't you make me! That's right, just waltz out of your little corner there and fucking make me. Don't worry, I don't bite, which is probably a lot more than you could say" Riri taunted, her voice continuing to take on a mocking tone as she took one step closer towards her opponent. Despite her egging on, she had no intention of letting her opponent get the first strike of the match.

"But I do kick!" Riri snickered, before whipping into action. Her single step forwards turned into an all out sprint, the referee hastily motioning for the opening bell to be rung in the midst of all the commotion. The distance between them wasn't that large to begin with, but Riri only needed a few steps to build up the required momentum before springing into the air.

Her body turned sideways midflight, both legs tucked in before shooting outwards at the apex of her ascent. One foot trailed behind and only extended halfway, while the other was poised directly outwards aiming to strike her opponent's chin in a single leg dropkick!

[FreestylePoet]

Jeez, this girl just didn't know when to shut up, did she? Like anyone wanted to hear from a first-match rookie. Riri just kept going and going, and before long, a twin rose to mirror her in the form of Tanner's hand. The fingers folded in, forming a mocking puppet, which opened and closed its faux mouth in time with Riri's rant.

She looked behind herself, locking eyes with the camera crew. The feed on the Titantron shifted just in time to catch Tanner rolling her eyes and rocking her own head back and forth childishly. Spectators tittered and giggled, trying not to give away the game while Riri blathered on and on.

"Hah? OOOF!" A high-powered foot suddenly introduced itself to Tanner's chin, sending her sprawling to the mat! Bars and back alleys had given Tanner her fair share of bumps and bruise, so the blow didn't level her. But instead of getting back up to take the fight to her floored opponent, she turned to the referee and screamed! "The hell're you ringin' the bell for? You just goin' outta your way to make her shit look less cheap?"

Despite the green theme of her attire, her face jumped right to the other side of the color wheel -- a burning, deep shade of red! Steam practically whistled out of her ears, like a cartoon character, as she laid into the referee. "You fuckin' bastard, get off ya knees and quit blowin' the game!" Her ire was well-earned; if the referee hadn't hurried to start the match, Riri's impatience would've given Tanner the easiest win of her life! Even so, her emotions had gotten the better of her by now, leaving Riri alone despite her precarious position!

[BuckleBuster]

Riri's illegally time assault was met with a mixed chorus from the crowd. Some were ecstatic to see the match kicked off in such exciting fashion, while others disapproved of the tenacity of the young rookie. But Riri didn't care, she had managed to hit her opponent before she got hit, and back on the streets, that's all that mattered. Better yet, she was able to get away with it here too!

"Oh lay off 'em will ya?" the young streetfighter said with fake sympathy, knowing full well that the move wouldn't have been allowed to slide under the scrutiny of a more competent referee. Perhaps she'd be able to get away with a few more dirty tricks throughout the match... "Here's looking out for ya buddy" she winked in the official's direction as she smoothly returned to her knees, before eventually turning her attention back to Tanner. "How 'bout I give you something to really get pissed about instead?

With her opponent still on the ground, Riri made a hasty ascent to her feet before rushing towards her once again. Riri hadn't landed very far after her dropkick, meaning the distance between the was even closer then before. Riri only had room for two large steps, but it was all she needed before bending her leg out in front of. The tip of her knee was pointed straight at Tanner's face, this time intent on driving her back into the corner she came from with a viscous running knee strike!

[FreestylePoet]

Most wrestlers would be pissed if their opponent pulled a dirty trick like attacking before the bell. Even Tanner suddenly found herself with more desire to beat the hell out of this stripey-haired shithead. But shit, it wasn't like Tanner didn't have a bad rep of her own. Maybe getting jumped like that would've earned a bit of sympathy from the dumbshits in the crowd. Earned her a longer runway in the future, maybe? So all told, looking good with minimal effort -- even if it took Riri taking the unlikely path of doing the literal only thing that could look dirty in this kind of match -- seemed like a pretty sweet deal.

"Goddammit, you fuckin' moron! Check your phone if you're gonna be missin' all these calls!" So, of course, she continued with the time-honored tradition of haranguing the referee. Not even paying attention to her opponent's taunts. "Mmngh... Fuckin' asshole." Finally, she planted a palm on the ground, hoping to start the journey to her feet.

"GRAAH!" Just as she started to get up, however, Riri's knee found purchase just below Tanner's chin! The blow sent her right back on her ass. If not for the turnbuckle pads, the back of her head would've hit something nasty! Even so, Tanner's sudden upending left her curled up in the corner -- or perhaps coiled like a spring! She'd just taken a big hit right on the button, one she wasn't prepared for... But she'd spent some time on the streets. She could take it.

"Rrahh!" With a sudden growl, she unloaded from the corner, firing her hips and legs out for a double-legged kick! She hoped that Riri's knee was still up; in that case, she would target the sweet spot right between Riri's legs for a low blow! If not, she'd be happy with a shot to the stomach -- or really, anything that left Riri in a lot of pain!

[BuckleBuster]

The cluttered clank of Tanner’s body crashing into the spring-backed turnbuckle pads signaled that Riri’s knee strike was a smashing success. Riri knew that the cushioned backing had reduced the knockout-blow to a mere stinging strike, but that didn’t make the small victory any less sweet. She rebounded backwards after the hit, giving herself a good view of her seething opponent.

“How ‘bout that? Pissed yet? Or maybe I should give ya one more for good measure” Riri pondered, reeling her leg backwards in anticipation for yet another following up flying knee. She anchored one leg behind her, temporarily spreading out her legs and bending them slightly as if winding them up before springing into attack once again. Unfortunately for her, what was meant to be an intermediate step towards a decisive blow turned out to be an opening for Tanner to take advantage of.

“UAGH!” Riri gasped as she felt the resounding force of two feet simultaneously crashing into her crotch. The strike immediately caused her body to tense up and her limbs to freeze, overwhelmed by debilitating pain now searing its way through her thighs. Her face contorted into an almost cartoonish expression, a large O shaped mouth with wide surprised eyes that slowly turned into an idle daze. She stood paralyzed for a few seconds, before her stiffened body fell to the side with a loud thud.

It took a minute for Riri to find her breath, but when she did, she was forced to resort to wheezes and pants to regain some air. “Wha-what… the Fuck!” she winched, clutching onto her crotch with both hands while curled into the fetal position. “A little… too early… to damage the goods… don’t ya think?” the young streetfighter wheezed, somehow still finding the energy to crack out another sarcastic remark.

[FreestylePoet]

Tanner lashed out, sending both her boots right into Riri's crotch! She grinned with a wild satisfaction as the smaller girl collapsed onto the canvas, wheezing her protests to the low blow. As she rose, she dusted off her hands for a job well done. "Aw, quit whinin', ya little bitch. I'm sure I'll kiss it better later, anyway." Her tongue licked lewdly across her lips; even though Riri might not have been able to see it from where she was, the audience no doubt enjoyed the lewd reminder of what was surely to come in this match.

"Anyway, time to 'damage' the rest of ya, Peacock." Tanner reached down to the laying Riri, slipping her hands beneath their wounded form. Then she picked the smaller girl up with nothing but a short grunt of effort! "Upsy-daisy!" was her taunt before she started parading around the ring, carrying Riri bridal-style! The pose was a taunting, humiliating shot across the bow to someone who would no doubt be delayed in her ability to resist due to the earlier low blow.

Meanwhile, the fans were absolutely eating this up! Tanner's infantilizing display earned no small amount of laughter and cheers from the fans in attendance tonight. Other than the PPV, all of Tanner's matches had been at sparsely-attended mini-shows. This was her first time on the main stage, and she damn well wanted to make a good impression. Thankfully, poor lil' Riri didn't seem to have any problems with it.

"How ya doin' down there, Rookie? Anything I can do to make ya more... comfortable?" Despite her accommodating words, her tone was anything but servile. In fact, the way that Tanner stopped lapping the ring and started to make for one of its corners did not bode well for the new Young Lioness...

[BuckleBuster]

Nothing but a small whimper escaped from Riri's lips as she found herself scooped up in Tanner's arms, but the embrace was anything but loving. Rendered too feeble to escape, Riri offered little resistance as her body was lifted off it's flailing form on the mat. "Those teeth next to my pussy... I wouldn't count on it" Riri mumbled, relying on words instead of blows to jab at her opponent.

Not that she had many options in this position. Too distracted by the searing pain emanating between her thighs, Riri was forced to endure the ridicule of the crowds and cameras as she was paraded around the ring like a limp animal, her face a pale shade of red due to the mutual embarrassment and pain. She swore silently under her breath, angry at her opponent for resorting to such a debilitating move so early into the match.

"Doing just dandy!" Riri grimaced, her annoyed tone doing well to show that she was obviously irked at the situation. Comfort certainly didn't seem like what Tanner was intending as Riri noticed they were no longer circling around the ring, but instead heading straight towards the corner. Riri didn't much care for whatever Tanner had planned for there. Instead, she started seeking ways to escape, but with her mind still groggy from the low-blow, she wasn't exactly in the best state to come up with a formidable plan.

Instead she summed up the energy to began bucking against Tanner's grasp, thrashing her body against her opponent's frame in an effort to force the girl to let go of her before they could reach the corner. She would try and butt her shoulder in Tanner's chest, while simultaneously drooping her weight downwards to make the effort of carrying more exaughsting. As unskilled as the counter was, Riri could only hope it would prove annoying enough for her opponent to release her.