Breaking In the Newbie: Rianne’s Lesson in Dominance - Rianne Evans vs Brielle

[Weonna]

Rianne Evans

The lights in the arena dim, and the opening riff of Rianne’s theme music hits, sending a wave of boos through the audience. The sultry yet confident strut of Rianne bursts onto the stage as her Sexy Diva entrance from comes to life.

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Her Cockney-accented voice echoes faintly in the arena as she mouths off to the fans along the ramp, ensuring her disdain is evident.

Dressed in her usual two-piece attire, Rianne tosses her head back with a smirk, running her hands through her sleek hair as she scans the crowd. She motions as if blowing kisses, only to pull back at the last second with a mocking laugh, baiting the fans.

Walking down the ramp, she sways her hips deliberately, pausing halfway to lean against the barricade, pointing at a random fan and smirking.

“Oi, luv, you wouldn’t last five seconds with me in this ring,”

she sneers before flipping her hair and continuing down to the ring.

As she reaches the steel steps, Rianne climbs them slowly, pausing on the apron to lean against the ropes, taunting the audience by rolling her eyes dramatically. She then steps between the ropes with deliberate flair, ensuring all eyes are on her.

Once inside the ring, she takes the center and raises a microphone to her lips,

“Well, well, well… looks like tonight’s about to be a bloody education for some newbie, isn’t it?”

Her lips curl into a devious smirk as she continues, turning her attention toward the entrance ramp.

“Come on out, sweetheart! Let’s see if you’re ready to step into MY ring. I’ll make sure you learn your place real quick,”

she taunts, tossing the mic aside and stretching out in the corner, exuding an aura of smug dominance as she waits for Brielle to make her entrance.

[Blau<3]

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Brielle's music started to play as the bubbly blonde made her way to the ramp. A decent cheer, as she was new but her upbeat energy and competitiveness mixed with stunning looks made her easy to root for. It's been a rough start for footballer turned wrestler, not the crowd hated seeing a pretty woman like her humiliated, but the crowd was eager to see when Brielle would start showing that potential that got her a spot on the roster to begin with.

Brielle had a big smile on her face, as regardless of how her first couple matches had gone, she would not be discouraged! She skipped down the ramp with her hands raised as she let the crowd enjoy her toned body with her eye catching outfit and even gave some waving fans high fives, oh what a joy!

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As she entered the ring she got a good look at her opponent which made her blush slightly, this woman was almost out of one of her dreams! She eyed the opposing blonde, glazing over her toned muscles and the eye popping bust. She shook herself loose as she walked towards the middle of the ring extending out a handshake, "I look forward to this "lesson" love! However I promise I'll be anything but quick hehe" Saying with a competitive jest as she waited for her opponent to shake hands and the bell to ring!

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Rianne eyed Brielle with an arched brow, her smirk growing into a full-fledged sneer as the rookie extended her hand. She tilted her head slightly, letting out a condescending chuckle as she took a slow, exaggerated glance up and down Brielle’s body, sizing her up like she was inspecting a knockoff handbag at a London market.

“Oh, bless your heart, darlin’,”

Rianne cooed, her accent dripping with sarcasm.

“Ain’t you just the picture of naivety? All bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and thick as two short planks.”

The crowd let out a laugh and gasps at the blatant disrespect, but Rianne wasn’t finished. She mockingly placed a hand on her chest, feigning sincerity.

“Oh, you ‘promise’ you won’t be quick? That’s cute. Real cute. I s’pose you think you’re some proper little fighter, yeah? Well, let me tell you somethin’, sweetheart—you’re about as threatening as a cup o’ warm milk before bedtime. You might’ve been something on a football pitch, but in my ring? You’re just another pretty face about to get stamped out.”

Instead of shaking Brielle’s hand, Rianne suddenly flicked her fingers under Brielle’s chin in the most dismissive, disrespectful way possible, like she was shooing away an annoying little dog.

“Now do me a favor, yeah? Try not to embarrass yourself too much. I’d hate to see you cry on telly.”

With that, Rianne stepped back with a smirk, motioning for the referee to ring the bell, as if Brielle wasn’t even worth another second of her time.

[Blau<3]

The new blonde was completely surprised by the rudeness of her opponent. Sure her opponent oozed confidence, but she didn't expect such disrespect unprovoked. Brielle scoffed, unsure of what to say as the crowd even had an usure mix of cheers and boos from the rudeness shown to a new girl.

After a few moments trying to process, Brielle was snapped back into it as she was flicked on her chin. Brielle took a few steps back, hearing a bit of the crowd trying to get the radiant new girl to respond somehow! Brielle gathered her confidence as she put on a smirk. Brielle always took pride in being a good sport, but she also wasn't going to just be ridiculed in front of everyone without a say.

"Awe, looks like just a classic jealous bully who takes her anger out on new girls. Must not be that relevant if you were scheduled for a rookie like me hehe. Oh or did YOU pick this? Scared to take on a seemingly real challenge. Well you'll be in for a rude awakening after the new girl kicks your ass!"

The crowd let out a few cheers, loving the boldness of Brielle as she stood up for herself. Some even letting out a few laughs at the clapback. The blondes separated as the bell rang.

Eager to make this bully eat her words, Brielle came flying out her corner with incredible speed, looking to catch her opponent off guard as Brielle would leap forward attempting to land a flying fist into the snarky face of Rianne which of she landed she would try to follow it up with a drop kick into her bust to send her back to her corner with force!

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Rianne barely had time to scoff before Brielle exploded from her corner like a bullet, her sudden burst of speed catching the cocky veteran completely off guard.

SMACK!

Brielle’s flying fist connected flush against Rianne’s smug face, snapping her head to the side. The crowd erupted in surprise, gasping at the unexpected aggression from the newbie. Rianne stumbled, clearly rattled, her eyes wide in disbelief.

But Brielle wasn’t done.

THWACK!

A powerful dropkick slammed into Rianne’s ample chest, launching her backward with force. She crashed into the turnbuckles, her back smacking against the padding as she slumped for a moment, gripping the ropes to steady herself. Her expression twisted into one of sheer annoyance, mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

The crowd loved it—cheering as the fiery newcomer stood tall, proving she wasn’t just another pushover.

Rianne blinked rapidly, shaking off the impact, before her lips curled into a dangerous sneer. She wiped her jaw with the back of her hand as she hissed,

"Ohh, you cheeky little cow… gonna make you regret that."

Gripping the ropes, Rianne prepared to launch herself forward, her usual air of smug dominance now replaced with something far nastier—Brielle had gotten first blood, but the veteran was about to make sure she paid for it.

[Blau<3]

Brielle smiled as she heard the crowd cheer for her opening sequence. The sound of her opponent crashing into the corner post making her feel confident. Her technique was far from refined, So Brielle landed with a hard thud onto the mat after the dropkick connected. She heard her opponent sneer, Did she really just call me a cow!? Brielle thought to herself, taken aback by the anger of her opponent. This also happened in her footballing days, an opponent frustrated she couldn't handle Brielle's ability. Familiar with this, Brielle put on a smirk as Rianne prepared to start flying towards her.

"Cheeky? Already staring at my ass hm? Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you kiss it!" Brielle playfully taunted as she turned around, bending over slightly to flash a little bit of cheek from under her skirt before giving some spanks. The crowd cheered and laughed along with the new girl having so much fun.

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"Come and get it!" Brielle said as she turned around to get ready to defend Rianne's attack.

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Rianne’s jaw tightened as Brielle bent over, flashing just a bit of cheek under that little skirt, making a complete mockery of her. The cocky blonde’s playful spanks only made the crowd howl with laughter, fueling the humiliation that burned in Rianne’s chest.

Her fingers clenched into fists.

"This little tart thinks she can take the piss outta me?"

Straightening up, Rianne rolled her neck and strutted forward, flipping her hair over her shoulder with an air of mock confidence. She met Brielle in the center of the ring, standing just inches apart, their noses almost touching. The height difference was minimal, but Rianne radiated an aura of dominance, her icy glare locked onto Brielle’s playful smirk.

“Oh, don’t worry, love,”

Rianne purred, her Cockney accent dripping with venom.

“When I’m done, you’ll be the one kissin’ the mat.”

With that, she lunged, engaging in a classic lock-up, their hands gripping each other’s shoulders as they jostled for control. But just as Brielle thought it was a fair contest—

YANK!

Rianne fisted a handful of Brielle’s golden locks and wrenched her head back viciously!

The referee immediately stepped in.

"Hey! Knock it off, Rianne!"

But the veteran only smirked.

"What's wrong, ref?"

she taunted, yanking Brielle’s head side to side like a cat playing with its prey.

"Didn't realize this one was so delicate!"

The ref counted,

"ONE! TWO! THREE—"

forcing Rianne to release her grip—but not before shoving Brielle backward.

With Brielle staggering, Rianne quickly snatched her by the hair again, this time attempting to viciously throw her to the mat!

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[Blau<3]

Brielle laughed with the crowd as she turned around. Seeing Rianne's face covered in anger, she stepped back a little before they were inches apart. Brielle having the very slight size advantage, except for Rianne's bust advantage ~. Brielle tried to keep a relative confident stance, but her opponent's piercing gaze made her feel a bit smaller. She would try to push through it as they locked up.

The two muscular blondes fought for leverage as they pushed back and forth, their muscles flexing and shining in the arena lights. Brielle was starting to get control as she smirked again. "Maybe a bully like you should kiss my as-AAAAAHHHH!?" Brielle shrieked out as she felt her short blonde hair yanked back. She could only groan in pain as all of her leverage vanished as her head was tossed around. The referee trying to regain control, Rianne playing her card to her limits as she let go at the last second and shoved the newbie back.

Brielle had lost her balance as she stumbled back, before she could compose herself Rianne quickly followed up with another mean grab of Brielle's hair as she threw her down headfirst onto the shaking matt. Brielle groaned out in pain as she rolled onto her side, her vision blurry and moving slow from the brutal impact. The crowd booing at the dirty tactic paying off, Brielle tried to shake the cobwebs and reach for the ropes to try and pull herself up. The crowd yelling for the radiant rookie to get up quickly

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Rianne smirked down at Brielle, watching the rookie groan and struggle, her fingers weakly grasping for the ropes like some helpless little thing. The crowd’s boos were music to her ears—it only confirmed that she was doing her job right.

“Ohhh, you poor thing,”

she cooed, hands on her hips.

“Was that too rough for ya, love? Thought you were gonna kick my arse?"

Then—

STOMP!

Brielle barely had time to react before Rianne’s boot slammed into her lower back.

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!

Rianne rained down kicks on the struggling blonde, each one making Brielle’s body jerk in pain. The crowd’s boos only fueled her on.

“You lot can boo all ya want,"

Rianne taunted, flipping her hair with a smirk.

"Ain't gonna change the fact that this rookie’s getting wrecked."

Brielle gasped as she finally got her hands on the bottom rope, trying to use it for leverage to pull herself up, but Rianne wasn’t about to let that happen.

"Ohhh, no ya don’t!"

She yanked Brielle back to the center of the ring by her leg, dragging her across the mat with little effort. The moment Brielle’s hand slipped off the ropes, the crowd gasped.

Before the rookie could react, Rianne dropped down onto her back, straddling her lower body while yanking up one of Brielle’s legs, trapping her in a Single Leg Camel Clutch!

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“Come on, then! Let’s hear it, darlin’!"

Rianne jeered, leaning back to wrench the hold tighter, pulling Brielle’s body into a brutal arch!

[Blau<3]

Brielle got her hand on the rope, the crowd cheering her on hoping it would help. Brielle got her second hand on the rope and was ready to return the favor until-

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!

The blonde shrieked out in pain as the boot of her opponent slammed into her lumbar over and over again. Brielle let go of the rope as she whimpered and placed her hands on her back. Rolling around as her body was now pulsing. She heard the cocky heel taunting the crowd so she tried again to roll away and pull herself up. She got one hand on the rope before -

"WHA!? NOOOO!!!" Brielle yelled as she was pathetically dragged across the mat into the center. The crowd crying as well as the bubbly blonde was being tortured before them. Brielled clawed at the mat and tried to kick her legs back to get free, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the former footballer would yell out again as Rianne dropped down onto the already beaten back. As she groaned, the bully folded up Brielle in the painful hold. Brielle felt her sore back stretching, the camel clutch yanking her head back, her top being stretched, showing more underboob than intended.

The ref kneeled next time, checking in on the groaning newbie. Brielle groaned and yelled in pain. It hurt as her opponent had focused her attention onto the lone target, but Brielle had alot in the tank. As she groaned, she shook her head refusing to submit. The crowd cheering and begging for her to get out.

She first tried reaching out in instinct, but then realized she was nowhere near the ropes. She started to use her strength as she gritted her teeth and tried to roll to the side to fling her opponent off of her. She also swung some blind uppercuts to try and land a few right into her opponent's face.

"GET OOFFFF!!!"

The blonde yelled out as she bucked and rolled to the right with her strength, far from being out.

If successful in knocking her opponent off, she would quickly roll away from her opponent to create some space as she got herself back up to her feet. One hand on her lower back as she rubbed the pulsing and sore back. Giving a quick stretch before getting back into her stance, to the crowd's cheerful joy. Her eyes glued right to the opposing blonde's, preparing for her next attack.