Haruka Date vs. Anne Sachman

Standard match- win via pinfall, submission, knockout, or disqualification.

Haruka stretched out in the small locker room. She contorted her body into all sorts of positions as she tried to get limber for her upcoming match. The purple haired woman was going against Anne Sachman, a beautiful woman who was also a it of a newcomer. Haruka doubled over, stretching her legs and losing herself in thought. My debut could have gone better, she thought, but I will not get disheartened.

Anne was a spectacular fighter and a KO artist to the core. Haruka had done a bit of digging on her found and found some pretty impressive results. Well Haruka was not without her kicks and punches and had a few knockouts herself. So she would have to be cautious. Not fearful, never fearful, but some caution might carry her to victory. Haruka pulled herself back up and scanned the room. It was quiet just how she liked it, and bright. Her wrestling attire practically glowed in the light of the room. The Phoenix's ascent would be awesome to behold.

One of the workers informed her that the match would be very soon and Haruka made her way to the entrance. A shiver ran down her spine. She was feeling a bit nervous, a bit apprehensive but ultimately ready to go. Two brief hops were enough to shake all the butterflies out. Go time.

Haruka's entrance theme began booming out of the arena's PA system and Haruka strode down the entrance ramp. The applause wasn't great, she had to admit, but it was solid. Enough to boost her spirits, at any rate. I will give them my first win, she thought.

Haruka hauled herself up to the ring and gave a little wave to the fans. It was awkward, just like the expression on her face but they replied in kind. The Silent Phoenix then gazed up at the entrance ramp. Let's see what this Anne was like in person.

Anne had finally picked a theme out for her entrance. For someone who claimed to have no stomach for fanfare, she had spent an alarmingly disproportionate amount of time on her theme selection - and for good reason. It was a first impression in song, a lyrical boast, a summary of her image. Could she have afforded any less for herself? Well, it beat admitting she was a vain person who went to the college of vanity and graduated with a degree in vanitaration.

Regardless, she liked her theme. It sounded good. She scoured through what was possibly a hundred audio files to find it. But when her music came on, she reacted with sudden, creeping horror. Perhaps it was the way the speakers magnified the audio, but everything she had saw in the song was just...off.    

She must have been deaf.

Grumbling, she strode down the entrance ramp, that absurd song assaulting her eardrums. It wasn't so...pop divaish when she heard it. Fuck, fuck, fuck...She barely bothered to wave and smile to the crowd this time, giving a half-hearted swish of her hand as she made her way down, up and into the ring. She was wearing something similar to Haruka; crop top and long pants, with bandages around her hands and ankles.

Anne didn't know too much about her opponent - only that she was a striker, which was a small blessing. It kept it simple. She took a gander at her opponent, sneaking a quick look from her corner - a little shorter than her, a little more slender. Pretty, really pretty, and clearly in good shape.

She would make it to the middle of the ring to begin the match.

Haruka eyed her opponent up and down. Anne was far more impressive in the flesh than she was on a tiny screen. Anne's muscles were practically rippling under her beautiful mocha skin. Haruka breathed out. This was going to be tough and Haruka recognized that; she hoped this wouldn't be harder than it had to be.

She put her hands up and made her way to the center of the ring. Anne had a little bit of height on her but it wasn't anything too drastic. A little apprehensions might go a long way though. The bell rung and Haruka launched herself into action.

The Silent Phoenix felt like swinging for the fences right out of the gate. She pivoted on her left foot and turned launching a strong kick aimed at Anne's head. Haruka wanted to see exactly how fast this woman was.

Anne extended her hand for a shake, looking her opponent straight in the end. She wasn't happy about how her song came out, but there was no reason to deny basic etiquette. But her opponent didn't seem very interested in the shake, nor was she very keen on a staredown either. That was odd. That was more than a little odd.

And when the bell rang, Anne offered a invitational meeting of fists, but was immediately answered by a kick. She threw herself back a little, letting the high kick hit air, before throwing her own kick at her opponent's side. She had decided her opponent was rude, and...

And that made things a lot simpler.

Haruka was in her zone. The fans, the ref girl, even her opponent to an extent were just not in her mind. Haruka was dimly aware of the woman putting forward her hand. She wasn't entirely sure why though. Probably something nasty. Haruka grimaced as her kick swung harmlessly through the air. That was most of what she was worried about in the moment.

Anne's kick came swinging in quickly. All Haruka could do was shoot her arm down to try and ameliorate the blow. It worked. Kinda. Haruka staggered back a few steps before bounding forward. She leaped into the air and launched a flying front kick at Anne's chest. Haruka's brown eyes peered into Anne's face, trying to see what she was thinking.