Rianne Evans vs. Kirie Kato

[Weonna]

Rianne Evans

In a special exhibition match arranged by LAW management, Rianne Evans has been booked to face the up-and-coming rookie Kirie, as part of an initiative to test new talent against more established names.

Rianne, ever the opportunist and ego-driven competitor, accepted the match not because of Kirie's admiration, but because she views this as an easy showcase and a chance to humiliate a fangirl on a big stage. To Rianne, it’s just another opportunity to prove she’s the hottest diva in the company—even if it means stomping out a dream or two along the way.


The lights dim in the arena. The sultry opening guitar riff of “Sexy Diva” theme blares through the speakers, followed by a shimmering wave of pink and purple strobes. The audience erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos as Rianne Evans struts through the curtain, hips swaying with arrogance. Her confident smirk says it all—this isn’t just a match, it’s a performance.

Sexy Diva

Rianne saunters to the ring surveying her domain. She blows a kiss to the camera, twirls at the top of the ramp, and flicks her hair back with a dramatic flair before making her way down.

Sliding into the ring, she climbs the ropes, posing for the fans and flaunting her curves, her expression smug and unimpressed. As she steps down, she gestures to the referee to keep the spotlight on her just a moment longer.

She grabs a mic from ringside, gazing toward the entrance where Kirie will soon emerge.

“Let’s get this over with, yeah? I ain’t got time to be nappin’ ‘round with some starry-eyed rookie beggin’ for autographs, thinkin’ she’s the next big thing. You ain’t built for this, love—go back to takin’ notes from the bleachers.”

With that, Rianne tosses the mic aside and leans in the corner, waiting, ready to burst the bubble of another fan-turned-wrestler.

[Fairy Dragon]

Next singles match, and ideally she wanted this one to be done without any interference like last time, or her being thrown off ambulances. Now it was time for Kirie Kato to prove she could stand on her own too feat without any of Abdominion backing her up, so far she had been helping them out while she was training but she was reminded that live reps was important and not just tag or trio's matches like she's been doing on the tours. She needed more one on one action. She knew the person she was facing was expecting her to be a pushover she could play with...she'd just have to shatter that notion for her and show her who was really helping who become a bigger name.

Spoiler

Coming out after Rianne, Kirie got a decent pop of fans who remembered her from last time and even her close association with the champ didn't break her fan support especially since she had been an attendee to shows like this for years before actually lacing up the boots. She marched to the ring smiling and shaking a few hands before she entered the ring facing the hot but mean looking for in front of her. "Sorry Blondie, I won't be needing your autograph, but if you ask real nicely you can have mine. In a few years it might be really valuable." Kirie taunted, glad that right now it seemed Rianne was alone...of course she had no idea that someone else was lurking in case she was needed.

[Weonna]

Rianne’s smirk deepened as Kirie bounced into the ring, all bright-eyed and ready. She flicked her hair and called back over the ropes.

“Awright, love — keep yer autograph, yeah? Save it for when you’re famous. An’ if you’re lucky I might scrawl me name on the back of it after I’ve taught ya a lesson or two. Don’t get too precious, aye?”

She tossed the words like a gauntlet and hopped down from the turnbuckle just as the referee signalled for the bell.

DING — DING.

Rianne didn’t wait. She sauntered forward with that confident swagger, offering Kirie a quick, condescending grin as she reached out for a collar-and-elbow lock — the classic tie-up to start things off. Her grip was sure and testing, fingers finding the crook of Kirie’s neck and the elbow in one practiced motion.

She pushed in hard, trying to dominate the center of the ring early, sliding her weight forward and angling for control. Rianne’s intent was obvious: make this quick, make it look easy. Her shoulders moved to drive Kirie back, but she kept the taunt in her voice as she worked the hold.

“C’mon then, show me ya earned that spot,”

she jeered, levering for position and testing Kirie’s base — ready to snap into a wristlock the second the rookie gave the tiniest opening.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kirie was not about to let herself get dropped again, not in her second singles match. She was facing a smaller opponent than last time but she didn't take it lightly especially because somehow this girl looked just as dangerous. As if she was hiding something Kirie had to be wary of, and she would have to expect anything. With the bell ringing shortly after her threats Kirie had no time to offer a reply and instead moved in for a collar and elbow, being put right in front of Rianne's grinning face.

Shortly after that she felt herself getting pushed against by Rianne trying to force her back. Kirie could tell that this was the time to act and tried to push against. Fighting to stop her from knocking her down and keeping her feet planted to the mat, Rianne wouldn't push her around without a fight. She tried to push back shortly after that and hoped to bring her down instead, digging her hand deep into her collar to try and control the struggle while she pushed her back.

[Weonna]

Rianne’s boots scraped against the canvas as Kirie surprised her with a stubborn push, forcing her back until her shoulders met the ropes. The crowd cheered for the rookie’s burst of strength, and the ref stepped in, calling for a clean break.

“Awright, awright, keep yer knickers on!”

Rianne barked as she slowly raised her hands—only to snap her knee up the second Kirie loosened her grip. The sharp thud of boot meeting gut echoed as this would force Kirie to double over.

“’Ere’s a little reality check, sweetheart,”


Rianne sneered, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking Kirie into a tight side headlock. She wrenched down hard, grinding her forearm into the younger woman’s cheek while flashing a mocking grin toward the ref.

“Oi, don’t give me that look, luv,”

she said, tightening her grip.

“She walked right into it, din’t she? Gotta teach the rookies proper ring manners!”

The ref scolded her again, counting, but Rianne only twisted harder, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she taunted both Kirie and the official.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, ref—one, two, three… oh, look at that, she’s still breathin’!”

[Fairy Dragon]

With a burst of strength Kirie was able to push Rianne back, forcing her all the way to the ropes in a statement showing that the more experienced wrestler was not going to push her around and get away with it. That was her logic anyway, and for a moment it seemed to work as Kirie was smiling seeing Rianne's look of shock before raising her hands to show the break that came from the ropes. When she stepped away she waited for the chance to move in when Rianne stepped forward with a surprise knee to her stomach.

"Ouugh!" Kirie gasped, jerking forward and folding from the knee catching her off guard, only to have her head yanked in close and pulled into a head lock that seemed to see Rianne grinding her arms against her face as much as possible, even pulling on her hair to do it! "Nrrggh! Let goooo!" Kirie growled, fighting as much as she could, her arms waving around before grabbing Rianne's arms and tried to pry her hands off, or at least get them off enough that she could start fighting back more. Glaring at her opponent as much as possible with the way she was trapped.

[Weonna]

Rianne hissed through her teeth as Kirie clawed at her arm, the rookie’s defiance making the crowd stir.

“Oi, ya wriggle like a bleedin’ eel, don’t ya?”

she growled, yanking the smaller woman forward. With a sharp twist of her hips, Rianne slipped behind Kirie and caught her wrist, jerking it high into a hammerlock that bent her arm at an ugly angle.

“Let’s see how that smile holds up now, eh?”

she taunted, wrenching Kirie’s arm tighter, her lips curling in a smirk as she tried to make the younger woman winced.

“You fans still think she’s tough, yeah? Look at her—squealin’ like a kitten stuck in a drainpipe!”

Rianne pressed her chest to Kirie’s back, forcing her down toward one knee as she leaned close enough to whisper mockingly in her ear.

“C’mon, love, I thought you were meant to be fast. Where’s all that pep now, eh?”

Another vicious twist followed, Rianne enjoying every second of control before shoving Kirie forward toward the corner to keep the pressure on the limb.

[Fairy Dragon]

The fight to escape continued, not letting Rianne's attempts to keep her trapped stop her from fighting with everything she had to give. Taking int he crowd support as she slowly worked to try and get herself free. She hoped to be free and throwing elbows into Rianne's face by now, but the woman yanked her around and took her hand, yanking it back for a hammerlock that pulled the arm back behind her and turned it to try and maintain control. "Aggh!" Kirie yelped, feeling the hold tighten as her arm was put through a painful pull after another knowing that Rianne was trying to bend the arm as possible. Kirie danced on her toes groaning in pain as the hold got tighter, pushing her forward as Kirie tried to force her to go down to a knee. Kirie went down, looking for a way to get free while Rianne came close and taunted her. Her words biting enough that Kirie's head snapped back and her determination to escape grew. She felt Rianne trying to push her forward again and would move but would also try to turn towards the arm that was being locked sos he could get some space turn her body and try to get to an angle to fight the hammerlock.

"My pep never leaves me, you just can't see it yet!" Kirie said, hooking Rianne's leg to try and stop her from getting far back enough that she could turn herself far enough that she could grab Rianne's arm and try to pull on it to force a slight break in her grip, if she could grab it she would unhook Rianne's leg and try to pull on the arm and isolate it, spinning around to try and twist and put Rianne in a tight spot as she would hold onto her twisted arm and bend it to make Rianne suffer for wasting time to mock her.

[Weonna]

Rianne’s face twisted as Kirie reversed the momentum, the rookie’s sudden burst of grit wrenching her arm back at an awkward angle.

“Aaagh—bloody hell!”

she hissed, her boots scuffing the mat as she stumbled, the torque burning through her shoulder. Kirie had the hold tight, and Rianne was forced down, landing hard on her backside with a thud that sent a jolt through her spine.

The crowd roared for Kirie’s counter—Rianne, grimacing, tried to wriggle free, her free hand clawing at the rookie’s wrist.

“Oi, easy, love, yer gonna pop me bleedin’ shoulder!”

she barked, her voice half-snarl, half-laugh as she squirmed. But Kirie held firm, keeping the pressure on while the ref leaned in to check.

Then, with a flash of instinct, Rianne dropped her weight back suddenly and reached up—her fingers tangled in Kirie’s hair. She yanked hard, using the momentum to flip the younger woman clean over her shoulder. Kirie hit the mat with a solid smack, and Rianne didn’t waste a second—she swung her legs around Kirie’s head, locking her thighs tight around it!

“Let’s see ya wriggle outta this, darlin’,”

Rianne taunted, tightening the figure-four headscissor, her toned legs flexing as she arched up for more pressure.

[Fairy Dragon]

The crowd got loud for Kirie's full counter, especially seeing Rianne's smile drop when Kirie proved how crafty she could be. The rookie wouldn't be outdone that easily. "You're supposed to tell me not do something over something that would make me reconsider. The thought of popping your shoulder makes me want to go harder!" Kirie warned before she did just that, forcing Rianne down to her butt as she tried to deal with the submission hold. Kirie had started to lean on Rianne to add more pressure while she thought about her next move...sadly she was too slow in her planning, and Rianne on pure instinct knew what to do next. Going lower she grabbed her head and used her stance to drop her as well and then toss her over Rianne! Kirie's eyes went wide at being tossed like that and landed in front of her opponents blinking with confusion, before Rianne's legs snapped around her neck like a boa constrictor.

"Gaagh! Ggag!" Kirie gasped, the headscissors was secured before she could move her head and yanking her body helplessly around while the submission remained locked in tight. She continued to gag and thrash in the hold while the legs around her got tighter and her submission. She kicked her legs and shook her head at the ref's questions hands on the thighs holding her to try and find a way out.