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

Mizore was just back to her knees when she heard what Hilde had to say and just growled as she replied ''if you think like that then it clear you don't have what it takes as it should take more then that to keep me down''

After saying that she was surprised that the dutch girl would rush towards her and try to grasp he legs with one arm and another go around her back. Not knowing what Hilde had planned until she got lifted off the canvas the purple haired girl would lash out with a couple of slaps to her opponent's face to avoid being raised too much off the ground.

Hilde smiled briefly in triumph when she was able to lift the russian girl out of the canvas, as she was about to slam her down. However, she was surprised when Mizore counter attacked with a sequence of slaps to her face, hitting her face from both the left and the right sides of it.

The dutch girl could feel the pain from the blows given by the purple haired girl's surprisingly strong hands, which were able to leave red marks across her face. Hilde was infuriated by such act, that she considered an insult, and she kept lifting her out of the ground and tried to slam her on the canvas.

Mizore had hoped the slaps would be enough to cause Hilde to release her before she gotten to far off the ground. So at first she would smirk when she notice the red marks across the dutch girl's face until Hilde keeps lifting her further off the ground.

As the purple haired girl keeps the slaps coming it seemed it was not enough to stop Hilde from going through with her plan and in the end would slam the Russian onto the canvas.

Hilde slammed her on the canvas and she smirked, jubilant with the pleasure of doing that, something that she could not hide, as seen from her mischievous smile. She touched her mouth with one of her fingers and saw that there was a small amount of blood coming out of it, a fruit of the russian's slaps. She passed her hand there and cleaned the small fillet of the scarlet liquid.

The dutch then got down and approached Mizore, grabbing one of her legs, trying to apply a common pin, which could or could not work, depending on how the slam affected her purple haired opponent.

Mizore landed on the canvas with a loud pats as she looked up to Hilde and notice she had drawn blood from the Dutch girl. The Russian could only enjoy the fact she had drawn blood for a moment until the Dutch girl got down on top of her and grasped her leg to hook it into the the air.

With her shoulders pinned to the canvas the referee would slowly get down on her knees and raise her hand in the air. Soon after that she would bring it down and as her hand touched the canvas yelled out ''one'' as the purple haired tried to kick out.

"Almost... There...", thought Hilde. Indeed, her victory seemed closer at each second, as she was able to take down the purple haired russian and pin her on the floor. However, the match was not over until the referee finish her seemingly infinite counting.

Mizore was clearly very consistent of the situation, and the dutch girl could see her determination to prevail on her beautiful and bright blue eyes, as she struggled on the canvas.

- One! - Counted the referee, wearing the traditional shirt with black and white stripes. This word clearly increased the russian's determination, as she gathered her strength to try to kick out and escape from her possible defeat. Hilde realized this attempt and tried to avoid the kick out, by using her own strength to avoid her opponent's attempt to break free, by unbalancing her leg and her body.

- Give up! - Shouted Hilde, hoping that Mizore would give in, despite sounding like a worthless attempt on her perspective.

Mizore would stare into Hilde's eyes as she could see the determination to keep her onto her shoulders as the referee started to count and when she heard the ref girl count to one knew she had to react. Struggling to find the strength to kick out of the pin as Hilde was using her body to her advantage as the referee sat close by on her knees raising her hand for the second time into the air.

At first it seem to be pointless as Mizore could not find the strength she needed to kick out when suddenly two voices were heard. The first was Hilde shouting that the purple hired girl to give up while the second was the ref girl as her hand touched the canvas for the second time as she yelled out ''two''. While normally the ref counting to two would cause the Russian to panic the fact that the Dutch girl told her to give up gave Mizore the strength she needed as she tried to lift her legs up and bring them down onto the canvas and hopefully help her kick out and lift her shoulder of the mat as she yelled ''I won''t give up''.

- I won't give up! - These were Mizore's word before being successfully able to kick out, by lifting her shoulder of the mat, with the aid of her legs. The referee stopped the counting and Hilde left the ground and got up, getting some steps away of Mizore.

The dutch wrestler believed on the words of her purple haired opponent. She would not give up the match that easily, so Hilde would need to "convince" her to do so. So, she patiently waited for the russian to get up from the canvas, being prepared on a defensive stance.

Mizore was surprised that she shouted those world out loud as she thought to herself ''I can't lose after saying that'' as she hoped she did not jinx herself by saying she won't give up. Still she only thought about that for a moment as when the referee stopped counted and Hilde got off her she knew she had to get back to her feet soon or else find herself being attacked by the Dutch girl.

So rolling onto her belly the Russian girl would slowly make it back to her knees from their before standing up and facing Hilde as she got into a defensive stance of her own while circling around her opponent.

Hilde saw her adversary, the purple haired russian, getting up and taking a defensive stance. She wasted no time, as she was already expecting that, and charged against her.

When she got near Mizore, she jumped towards her, attempting to launch a bycicle kick against her body, hopefully sending her to the ground, once more, or to the ropes, where she would bounce back and Hilde would be able to strike her again.