For Mother Russia! Anastasia Rukoviska vs. Bloodmark

At this moment, Bloodmark is beginning to think that Anastasia's becoming her own personal punching bag. This gives her all the more reason to continue her beatdown. As much as she hated a possible one-sided fight, there wasn't much she could do to argue against it. She would continue raining down punches to at least get some damage in on her face in spite of the arms. When she was done, she would try to add one more big punch to the other girl's gut to wind her out.

Whether if this worked or not, Bloodmark would also try to grab Anastasia by her boots and put them under her armpits to start swinging her around in a Giant Swing before sending her over to the corner.

As the blows rained down on her face, Anastasia made what attempts she could to deflect them, but her feelings competed with her instincts and more than a few painful blows made their way through. The moment the barrage stopped, another heavy punch landed deep in her belly, forcing the wind out of her with a pained grunt as her arms fell limply to her sides. As she slowly tried to catch her breath, Anastasia slowly brought herself up to her elbows, when suddenly both of her legs were hoisted into the air and used as leverage to spin her around. Dizziness swirled through her head as the pair of them gained momentum, all of it releasing in one big throw that sent her crashing into the turnbuckle, forcing a pained yelp as her shoulders and back collided with the post.

It took a bit of effort, but Bloodmark's throw made its mark at the turnbuckle and that was quite a thud. She could've sworn she heard it all the way from where's she's standing. She would make her way over to Anastasia and went to grab her by the sleeves and force her up against the corner. From there, she would look deep into her eyes with anger as she whispered, "You left Mother Russia...why?!" Bloodmark demanded an answer from Anastasia and she wanted it now. If Anastadia didn't answer quickly, she would attempt to throw a hard slap across the face as a way of convincing her to state her answer.

If Bloodmark gets an answer, then she would also try to get her opponent's arms over the top ropes so she can climb up the ropes and punch her left and right as her means of punishment.

As Bloodmark glared deep into her eyes, Anastasia could feel the hatred, the betrayal, that welled up inside this woman. But, despite that, she simply didn't have an answer. At least, not a sufficient one in the time they had, and certainly not one that Bloodmark would want to hear. "I-it..." she meekly whispered, "it is no longer my home."

Just about as soon as she answered she was locked into the ropes, fists flying left and right across her face and knocking her about. Each blow elicited a whimper or whine from her, and as the pain compounded, her whining grew louder. Anastasia was intent on not showing too much reaction, on taking her punishment that she felt was deserved in stride, but as her soft face began to leave small bruises, that became increasingly difficult.

With each blow that Bloodmark threw at her opponent, she could hear her whining or whimpering. On the exterior, the cold-blooded fighter didn't want to show any mercy, but inside, she felt a little bad. Anastasia was taking the hits almost like she is accepting punishment. But why?

After one more hit, Bloodmark would take a step back before attempting to give a shoulder tackle straight to the gut to wind her out. If this worked, she would grab her by the sleeves and pull her closer to shout, "How can you say that?! We gave you a home!!"

The last strike to her face left Anastasia stunned with her arms over the ropes long enough for Bloodmark to set up another attack. After just a moment, the weight of the larger girl was thrown deep into Anastasia's open belly, the impact of the blow heavy enough for her to keel over in pain, on arm reaching over the point of impact while she tried to cough the air back into her body.

That semi-extended arm was like a perfect gripping point for Bloodmark, however, who grabbed Anastasia by both sleeves and pulled her close to continue shouting. It was clear to Anastasia that this woman didn't know her past, what she had done or what happened to her. All Bloodmark saw was a fellow countrywoman, and it made Anastasia feel like a traitor. "I… lost that home. I am sorry," she replied in barely a whisper, averting her eyes away from Bloodmark's gaze.

"Oh..." Anastasia's answer made Bloodmark look down, indicating that she's feeling sad for the other girl. She lost her home and now she had nowhere else to go. She would say, "I'm sorry...I didn't know. But we could've helped you!" The sadness would swell in her as she remembered something just as devastating from her past. The guilt of having to hurt someone who apparently doesn't deserve it was taking a toll on her, but the rage still held onto her like a hook.

She would roughly pull her opponent away from the ropes and threw off to the side as she shouted, "Why didn't you ask for help?!"