Tension World Title Match: Reira vs John Mitchell: No Disqualification

"Ha!"

Reira laughed, turning around on her fallen opponent and raising her arms as she taunted the crowd, celebrating early as the fans behind her struggled to get to their feet after having a big ginger land on top of them.

"That's right! I'm unstoppable!"

Reira yelled, flipping off the booing crowd before turning back towards her opponent.

John groaned as he got up. That hurt. He was shaken up. But he was hardly week enough to turn ones back on.

Her error.

“You’re a clown, that’s what you are.” John shouted as he hurled himself over the barricade, diving over it, leaping to tackle his opponent down!

"Oh shi-*

Reira got out, before a large flying ginger smashed into her, dropping the former Wrestle Angel onto her back with is larger body on top.

When he got off, she'd groan, shaking her head, having landed hard on the concrete. She'd take some time just to breath, before trying to get back up.

The two gingers slammed into each other, both of them having been winded by the smash to the ground. John let out a groan and tried to get up off of Reira, then he tried to drop right back down, aiming to drop his knees into her abs as he did.

"OOOF!"

Reira gasped, upper body raising and legs kicking up as his knees dug into her stomach, driving the air out of her lungs and leaving her in a fetal position, gasping and hacking as she tried to get her breath back.

"F--FfffFUCKER!"

“Why these mean names?!”

John couldn’t get it. He didn’t call her anything when she hit him into the thing. No matter.

With Reira seemingly dazed, John didn’t waste time. He quickly tried to get to his feet, hauling her up with him by her arms if he could, and then tried to fling his opponent into the direction of the ring, both to hit her body against the hard side of the canvas and to make it easier to throw her into the ring in a moment. They hadn’t technically begun the match yet, after all. The ref didn’t look pleased, but there was nothing for the ref to do about the situation.

Still trying to get her air back, Reira couldn't prevent herself from being whipped towards the ring apron, smacking her side into it, thrown hard enough by John that she actually bounced off the hard edge, and fell to the floor, holding her side.

"Gahhh!"

She yelled, pressing her hand against her side. John was by far stronger than Poison was, and Reira was reminded of just how long it had been since she was last in a serious matchup.

John knew he had to keep up the pressure, despite the fact that the bell hadn’t rung yet.

That was the first thing he needed to change, as he couldn’t technically win until it did. Besides, he suspected he’d have a better chance in the more level playing field of the ring than in this environment. It was conducive to the dirty fighting style he suspected Reira might have.

With her on the ground, the big red head charged towards her and tried to swing a fast kick into her gut or back, whichever was facing him, to daze her. If successful, it would be a prelude to him bending down to try to pick her up by hair to try and lift her to her feet, presumably to then get her in the ring.

Reira gasped as John's hard boot plowed into her stomach, curling her body up as the air rushed out of her. This was bad, John was starting to kick her ass, and she couldn't have that. After all her big talk and boasting to the Rose Bitches, they would never let her live it down if she lost.

With John pulling her up to her feet, she struck, thrusting her knee out to smash it into John's crotch!

John was finally about to get things going, about to pull his opponent into the ring for the bell to start. Then, as he pulled her up, BAM…his eyes went wide and he backed off, letting go of her hair and grabbing his crotch. He shouted out in pain, backing off, trying not to drop to his knees.