Rianne Evans vs. Kirie Kato

[Weonna]

Rianne’s thighs flexed, the muscles in her legs tightening like steel cables as she kept Kirie trapped between them. Each squeeze drew a louder groan from the rookie, her body twitching beneath Rianne’s control. The Cockney blonde smirked, leaning back on her palms as if she were lounging.

“Aw, listen t’that noise, luv—ya sound like a kettle boilin’ up!”

she teased, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

She gave one last deliberate squeeze, the sensual grind of her thighs both painful and humiliating, before deciding she’d had her fun.

Rianne released the hold and rolled smoothly to one knee—only to slam her heel straight down across Kirie’s chest. The impact would sent the rookie arching up with a pained gasp, clutching at her ribs. Rianne rose gracefully, brushing invisible dust from her gear and flipping her hair with a smirk as boos began raining down from the crowd.

“Ah, stuff it, ya lot!”

she barked, wagging a finger toward the front row.

“Don’t boo me ‘cause your lil’ darling’s built outta wet tissue!”

Reaching down, Rianne grabbed a handful of Kirie’s hair and yanked her to unsteady feet before wrapping an arm across Kirie’s throat and snapping back into a forward Russian legsweep, sending Kirie crashing to the mat.

Spoiler

Rianne, grinning through the chorus of jeers, spreading her arms wide as if to embrace the hate.

“Go on then, boo louder! I’ll take it as applause, loves!”

[Fairy Dragon]

The submission hold was tight around her neck, but Kirie still fought to get it off, hoping to finally be free and fight back a little more. She kept hearing Rianne's mocking words and that motivated her to fight back more and more, refusing to let herself be beaten by this annoying bitch. "Gnngh!" Kirie groaned, trying to fight through the hold as Rianne squeezed her again, feeling the pressure tighten on her neck before Rianne finally let go. This left Kirie to roll away holding the sides of her neck where the most damage was done while Rianne swarmed her for another attack. Her hands were still tending to her neck when Rianne grabbed her, forcing her back up to her feet in a hurting state only to put her leg forward and Russian leg sweep her right back down to the mat, face first.

"AaAhhh!" Kirie screamed bouncing off the mat before rolling over to her side and grabbing her face. After the painful bounce her entire face was on fire and the rookie rolled away hoping to get at least some space away from the cocky Rianne to stage a comeback before she came back at her. But she had a rough start to work through, and something told her Rianne wasn't so cocky she'd leave her alone for long.

[Weonna]

Rianne clocked Kirie trying to crawl for space, that stubborn rookie grit still flickering in her eyes. The blonde snorted.

“Where d’ya think you’re off to, luv?”

She stomped after her and fisted a handful of Kirie’s dark hair, yanking her upright with a cruel tug before slamming her forehead into the top turnbuckle once, twice—three times. The crowd gasped at each smack, Rianne grinning ear to ear.

“Bit dizzy, are ya?”

she teased, leaning in so the cameras caught the smug smirk on her face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help ya find yer breath again.”

She planted her boot square in Kirie’s midsection and began stomping—one, two, three sharp kicks that flattened the rookie’s abs against the corner pad, each one knocking a grunt from her lungs. Then, with one last smirk to the jeering fans, Rianne pressed her boot across Kirie’s throat and leaned into the ropes for leverage.

Spoiler

As Rianne drew out the foot choke, the ref rushing in to count.

“Hey! Break it up, Evans!”

“One!”

Rianne just grinned wider, gripping the ropes tighter to add pressure.

“Two!”

“Three!”

She threw her head back and shouted over the count,

“I am breakin’ it up, ya blind git—just takin’ me time!”

At “Four!” she finally released, stepping back with her hands raised innocently, smirking.

“See? I’m playin’ nice… mostly.”

[Fairy Dragon]

Kirie's instincts told her to pick up the pace, which was easier said than done when you were a little stunned. She tried er best, only to be pulled up by Rianne who made sure to yank on her hair as hard as possible when forcing her back up to her feet. It was very annoying and left Kirie to stand awkwardly on her feet before she was slammed into the turnbuckle. "Nggh! Ghhhggh!" Kirie groaned, her head bouncing off the corner with each slam from Rianne all while Rianne spoke with her annoyingly cocky voice and kept taunting her. She stumbled back holding her face, giving Rianne the opening to start throwing kicks to her stomach that she wanted.

"Uggh! Ouugh! Guugh!" Kirie groaned, feeling the boots against her abs with each hit, winding her and slowly making her slide down the corner as she felt her footing stumble. Any footing she lost got worse when Rianne abandoned her kicks and brought her boot up to Kirie's neck and started to press into it to choke her. "Glluugh!" Kirie gagged, struggling in the corner while Rianne argued with a ref, she felt herself getting lightheaded until the moment she let go where Kirie finally slid down to the mat gasping for air. Right now her endurance was being tested more than anything, leaving her coughing and hurt in a corner while being able to do nothing but await her opponents next move.

[Weonna]

Rianne watched Kirie sag in the corner, coughing and dragging air back into her lungs, and she nodded with a satisfied little smirk.

She strode in before Kirie could recover, grabbing a firm handful of hair and an arm, hauling the rookie out of the corner and dragging her toward the center of the ring. Kirie barely had time to steady her feet before Rianne slipped an arm around her head.

“Up ya go,”

Rianne muttered.

With a sharp bend of her knees, she hoisted Kirie up and snapped her over with a clean vertical suplex, holding her there for just a heartbeat before dropping her flat on her back with a solid thud. The ring shook on impact, and Kirie’s body bounced before settling.

Rianne rolled through smoothly and popped back to her knees, already turning into the cover. She hooked one of Kirie’s legs tight and sprawled across her chest, pressing her shoulders down to the mat.

“Ref! Count it!”

she barked, flashing a cocky grin at the booing crowd as she leaned her weight into the pin.

The referee slid into position, arm raised, ready to start the count as Rianne waited—confident, smug, and already picturing the win.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kirie was dragged along again, forced to follow an evil Rianne towards the center of the ring where she pulled her head in and hooked an arm, lifting her up for the easy vertical suplex that she kept her up for. This left Kirie in the air dreading the eventual fall that came when Rianne fell back a few seconds later forcing her to the mat with a heavy thud. "Uggh!" Kirie groaned hitting the mat, feeling the pain spread across her back and causing her to arch with a hiss after the landing before her shoulders were forced down by Rianne sitting on her with one of her legs hooked, acting like victory was certain.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Kirie tried to act fast, not only kicking out but trying to bring her other leg in to hook Rianne's spare arm so that when she did so she'd pull her down and try to push her to a back to attempt a pn of her own, grabbing her waist to hold her down while planting her feet to the mat to try and keep her arms pinned down!

[Weonna]

Rianne felt Kirie try to roll her through and she reacted fast, sprawling her weight back down and slipping an arm under Kirie’s chin before she could complete the reversal. With a sharp tug, she locked in a tight chin lock, sitting back and planting her knee into Kirie’s spine to keep her grounded.

“Oi, nice try, rookie,”

Rianne sneered, wrenching the hold just enough to make the point.

She leaned back further, stretching Kirie out on the mat, her forearm snug under the chin.

[Fairy Dragon]

Kirie managed to break the pin saving the match but just as she was pushing Rianne down she slipped out of her grasp and came down on her now free head hard, then yanked her by the chin. "Tch!" Kirie grunted as she felt her head forcibly pulled along into a vicious chinlock that held her in place while Rianne talked more shit.

"Trrhh!" Kirie growled, fighting to try and escape this damn hold, she first pulled at the arms but eventually one hand started to trail down and hook the waist. Trying to fight the hold as best she could and pry for any kind of opening she could find to loosen it up.

[Weonna]

Rianne sat back deep into the chin lock, grinding her forearm under Kirie’s jaw and planting her knee firmly into the small of her back. She could feel the rookie’s breathing pick up, chest rising and falling faster beneath her grip, and that smug grin crept back across her face.

“C’mon then, sweetheart,”

Rianne taunted, voice lazy and mocking.

“This is the part where you panic. Burn all that lovely energy tryin’ to pull free while I sit ‘ere an’ let you do the work.”

She gave the hold a sharp wrench, but something felt… different.

Kirie wasn’t flailing anymore.

Instead, Rianne felt elbows starting to tuck in tighter. Kirie’s hands shifted—no longer clawing at her arms, but bracing, planting against the mat. Her hips moved just a little, feet drawing in underneath her instead of kicking uselessly.

Rianne frowned and leaned back harder, adjusting her grip.

“Oi—don’t get clever now,”

she snapped, squeezing again.

But Kirie’s spine straightened just a fraction. Her shoulders weren’t sagging anymore. One knee slid forward, then the other, giving her a base.

Rianne felt the pressure change—felt Kirie starting to rise, inch by inch, forcing Rianne’s weight up with her.

“Tch… stubborn little sod,”

Rianne muttered, shifting to keep control, her grip tightening as she tried to drag Kirie back down.

“You ain’t wrigglin’ out that easy.”

However despite her best efforts the crowd was still pro-Kirie as their cheers cam be heard...Rianne could feel it—the moment building. Kirie was almost vertical. Almost free.