Mizore Shirayuk vs Hilde Aldenkamp. The debut of a new talent

Hilde Aldenkamp vs Mizore
normal match
Win by pinfall , submission or countout

Mizore was making her way to the backstage area after having changed into her wrestling outfit which consists of purple and white Bra and panties , white and purple stockings with a leather strap around her waist connecting to another strap which was around her right leg as she finished the look by wearing white shoes.

Pacing back and forth backstage until she got a single from one of the crew members was difficult as this allowed the Russian to think about her current losing streak as she had lost all 4 of her matches. So while her confidence was not at an all time high Mizore thought she would have a chance to break the streak against a debuting wrestler and was pulled out of her current thought by one of the crew members.

After being told it was almost time for her to make her way down to the ring Mizore would wait until Cold As Ice by Foreigner started coming out of the speakers and walked down onto the entrance ramp. It still surprised the purple haired girl that she had any fans in the crowd as their were plenty of people who were cheering as she walked to the ring.  So as Mizore climbed the steel steps and was about to step between the middle and top rope when the announcer voice would be heard just as her entrance theme stopped playing as he said ''Now entering from Novosibirsk,Russia weighing in at around 150ibs, Its Mizore Shirayuk''.

Looking towards the entrance ramp to wait for her opponent to make her way down to the ring Mizore would stare down the other wrestler determined to make this the day her losing streak ends.

Mizore:

Hilde was calm. Well, not as calm as she wanted to be, but calm, nonetheless. She was at the backstage, putting her attire white, her favorite color, and orange, the color of her country. While doing that, she checked ,on her cellphone, details about her opponent.

It was a russian girl, someone called Mizore Shirayuk. "Well, she looks kind of innocent", she thought."Anyway, I will have to defeat her one way or the other", said the dutch girl, concluding, after finishing putting her attire on.

When she heard the music of her opponent playing and the announcer doing her job, announcing her opponent, Hilde threw her cellphone away, careless, being something disposable for her.

She approached the door that lead to her ramp, just waiting for her song to play. When she heard the heavy metal beats from that dutch heavy metal song, she entered on the arena, confident and proud, debuting at the AFW. "The first entrance of many". She could feel the energy of being part of it and from the crowd cheering. To her disgust, she admitted to herself that she was feeling excited. Excited of entering on the ring of such estimated league, fighting against her first true wrestling opponent and showing to the world what she was capable of. Hilde heard like music the words of the announcer: "Entering now, on our stage, debuting at AFW... From Rotterdam and the Netherlands... Weighing 165 pounds.... Hilde Aldenkamp!"

Then, she jumped on the ring, where she could see her opponent, the purple haired Russian, observing her.

Mizore was trying not to cover her ears as the entrance music of her opponent was terrible in her own opinion as the crowd was excited about the new wrestler and made this clear from the way they were cheering at the moment. So while doing her best to ignore what had to pass as music was difficult but the fact that her opponent did not seem nervous at all was frighting to say the least as the only emotion that the Russian could see on the Dutch girl's face was excitement.

So as the Announcer introduce the other wrestler the purple haired girl would curse under her breath as Hilde had the weight advantage and knew it would be something she had to work around. With a feat of athleticism the Dutch native jumped onto the ring apron before making it inside the ring as the Russian would walk towards her opponent while extending her arm. Mizore would wait for Hilde to take her hand before saying ''Hello their I'm Mizore and I hope we can have a fair match tonight miss Aldenkamp''.

"So... What kind of character we have here?", she asked to herself on her mind, analyzing who her opponent was and what type of challenge she could present. However, her pride inhibited any kind of consideration for any threat the russian might present. She was serious, now that she entered on the ring, observing her opponent, that was approaching her.

The purple haired girl extended her arm, offering her hand to be shaken, greeting her in the process.

- I'm sure we will have a wonderful and fair match. - Hilde replied, closing her eyes on arrogance and shaking Mizore's hand, on a reluctant way.

Mizore did not notice that the Dutch girl would close her eyes while she shakes her opponent's hand as she would just reply ''glad to hear that and hope you won't mind losing in your debut match'' with a teasing tone. After saying that the Russian girl would release Hilde's hand and take a step back as she got into a fighting stance as she raised her hands in the air while waiting for the referee to call for the bell.

After a moment the ref would signal for the bell to be rang and when that happens the purple haired wrestler would take a step forward and try to grasp her opponents hands with her own to start the match with a test of strength.

"How does she dares to insult me like that?! Who does she think she is?!", thought Hilde, opening her eyes and having her face blush on an angry red, after her opponent made the comment after shaking her hands. When Mizore released her hand, the bell sounded, pointing out the start of the match.

After that, she opened her emerald eyes and stared at Mizore, surprised by the speed that she stepped forward and grasped her hands, realizing some sort of test of strenght.

At first, being caught off guard, Hilde was pushed two steps back by her opponent.

- You want to play? Okay!- She said to her opponent, with anger and determination on her face, while starting to use her strenght and weight to try to force the Russian backwards. While she did that, the dutch wrestler stared at her opponent with her emerald eyes, grinding her teeth.

Mizore did not think she said anything wrong but from the look of her opponents face she could tell that Hilde did not like what she said as both wrestlers would grasp the other's hands and push forward. Staring into the emerald eyes of her opponent she could tell that the other realized something just after she pushed the dutch girl back by two steps as the Russian thought this means she was stronger then her opponent.

So when the other wrester said if she wanted to play before pushing back it came as a surprise as now it was the purple haired woman who was slowly being pushed back. First by one step then another before she was slowly sliding across the canvas as she could no longer find grip as Hilde pushed her towards the ropes. Hoping to distract her Mizore would just whisper ''seems your stronger then you look'' and if the Dutch girl reacted like she did to her earlier comment then the Russian may have a chance to place her feet onto the canvas before pushing forward with all she had.

As Hilde pushed Mizore back, she smiled as she saw the Russian sliding backwards, as she advanced, pushing her in the direction of the ropes. The dutch girl saw her opponent struggling to revert the situation, and her failed attempt made her smile. "This is going to be easy...", thought the woman from Rotterdam.

Hilde saw, just behind the purple haired opponent, the ropes, each time getting closer. Then, she decided that she would keep pushing her backwards, until she was trapped, like e a vulnerable prey about to be caught by it's hunter.

Suddenly, when Mizore seemed to be no longer able to offer a resistance on the test of strenght, she made a comment, saying that Hilde was stronger than she looked.

- This is just the tip of the iceberg... - Said Hilde, smiling and getting too confident to pay attention on her opponent's next move, which was placing her foot on the canvas and using all her strenght and weight on counter attacking, pushing the dutch girl back.

Mizore's movement, once again, caught Hilde by surprise, but this time, she acted faster than last time. The russian's movement made her lose her grip, but before falling or being pushed backwards, Hilde was able to stand with her right leg, almost kneeling,  while her opponent was on a similar position, with each girl staring at each other, blue and green eyes meeting each other on a challenging look.

Mizore had to react when it became clear the Dutch girl was distracted from her comment and as she placed her feet on the canvas started to push only for both girl's to seemingly slip and almost kneel down on one knee. As the Russian stared into the blue eyes of Hilde she could see the same drive and willingness to win that she knew must be in her own eyes as she could not help but smile as a result.

''Seems I found someone just like me in this wrestler''thought the Russian as while she wanted to win to finally score a win after all this time.It was just as clear that the Dutch girl wanted to start of her career the right way and that could only be done by walking out of this ring and being declared the winner as Miore would try to pull her hands free from her opponent's grasp.

''I can see it in your eyes Hilde that you don't want to lose but I can't walk out of this ring being once again declared the winner so i'm sorry for ruining your debut''screamed the Russian if she got her hands free and would pull her right arm back before swinging it forward as she tries to knock the other wrestler down with an elbow strike to the face.

Hilde struggled to keep her position, a situation that she did not expect that it would happen. Her opponent, Mizore Shirayuk, proved to be much more challenging than she expected. "These AFW girls are really full of surprises...". She bowed her head while she kept the struggle, having to respect, much to her disgust, her adversary's valor.

Then, she stopped to feel her opponent's grasp. She rose her head and saw that Mizore released her hands from the grasp, halting the test of strength, while the russian told her that she recognized her willingness to win and asking forgiveness for ruining her debut, because she had to defeat her.

Hilde did not thought about the russian's words. Instead, she impulsively jumped towards Mizore, grabbing her by the waist with her two arms and pushing her down. However, when she did that, she was hit by an elbow strike on her right cheek, leaving a red mark and making her head turn to the left with the strike.