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

Mizore was wondering what was going on as he heard the newbie threaten her and to make matters worse as she turned her head to look up at the tron saw Hilde had a maniacal smile on her face. The smile actually got the Russian nervous and caused her to use focus as she got pushed backwards and as a result released her opponent from the sleeperhold.

''Whats up with that smile as you look like a maniac''replied the purple haired girl as she would crawl backwards not wanting to be close to what she thought was a psychopath.

Hilde quickly rolled on the mat to get close to her opponent and rose up after being free from her opponent's sleeperhold. Still keeping her peculiar smile, she answered the purple haired opponent, who seemed signifcantly nervous:

- I am just finding joy on your doom and my triumph! - She declared, motivated and confident, before erasing her smile to put a serious expression instead. Then, Aldenkamp charged against Shirayuk, attempting to grab Mizore and slam her into the mat, once more, with the strenght she had.

If Mizore thought that when Hilde would smile she seems to resemble a maniac then her reply caused the Russian to worry if the other wrestler may actually be a psychotic or something. Still the reply that the Dutch had just give her did make one thing clear and that was that the purple haired wrestler needed to stay away from her opponent's grip.

Still the Russian could not stay out of Hilde's reach forever as in the end she got slammed onto the mat once again as she looks up to see the dutch girl's face.

When Mizore was slammed onto the canvas, an altisonant sound was heard. "That must have hurt", thought Hilde. She then took a quick look over her opponent, to further analyze the situation. The purple haired russian was just standing there, looking at her with her seemingly innocent blue eyes. But the dutch newcomer knew the truth. Beneath that apparent shyness, there was a warrior.

Aldenkamp looked back at her, with her emerald eyes, on a serious expression. Despite the conquest of her respect by the eurasian, it was no time to care about such thing. Hilde had to win. Victory was everything for her. Her motto, her happiness and her life purpose. It was painful enough to have suffered defeats on other wrestling leagues and to that blonde american of AFW,on a belly punching contest before her first match.

The dutch then advanced towards Shirayuki and tried to grabher left foot by the ankle, to lift it into the air. Then, if she suceeded, she would twine her opponent's legs with her own, with the objective of applying a figure-four-leg-lock, by then falling backwards and using her hands to keep a firm grip on the floor.

Mizore had just gotten her face slammed to the canvas and was wondering where the Dutch girl was as she would look up to hopefully see that her opponent was not anywhere near her. Only to get that hope crushed as the first thing she saw was Hilde standing nearby as she would stare into her opponent's eyes while hoping to see any sign of kindness in those emerald eyes.

Still their was no sign of any kindness in those eyes as the only good emotion that the Russian could detect was what she thought was respect. If it was for her skill as a wrestler or that she could take a beating the purple haired woman did not know and she did not want to find out as she did find it strange that the Dutch woman had not attacked while she was down. Then they would stop staring at the other and that was the signal for Shirayuki to get closer and attempt to grasp her leg as she tries to crawl out of the way and get enough distance to make it back to her feet before the Dutch woman closed the distance again.

Hilde wide-eyed as she saw her opponent quickly grasping her leg on an attempt to crawl out to a safe distance from the Dutch newcomer. Aldenkamp, then, got a little angry for being, seemingly, outmaneuvered.

- Oh no, you don't! - Shouted the newbie, quickly rushing to her opponent, on the ground, who was trying to retreat ,away from her. Hilde then threw her own body on the direction of Mizore, who was laying on the canvas, with the hope of stopping her further moves by getting on top of her, something which would open the way for a guillotine choke that would surely trap her . "Let's see if she can get away from that!", thought Hilde, eager and confident.

Mizore had bin able to crawl away just in time for Hilde to miss grasping her leg and started to move forward with the intend to get enough distance between herself and Dutch wrestler.

Only to hear the newbie scream in angry and before she could attempt to rise to her knees got knocked down as Hilde landed on top of her her. While the other wrestler was not in any way fat she weight enough that it was difficult for the Russian to try and push herself up while the Dutch wrestler was on her back.To make it worse was the fact that a few seconds later she was trapped in an guillotine choke as she soon found it difficult to breath as she attempts to pry the hold open.

"Must... Keep... Her... Trapped...", thought the Dutch newcomer, as she was choking her purple haired adversary. Immediately, Hilde decided to wrap her opponent's body with both of her own legs, which she would use with all the strenght she had to keep her opponent on that, hopefully, successful chokehold.

- It is time to give in! - Whispered the newbie, to Mizore's ear, as she felt the russian fighting back, trying to free herself from the Guillotine Choke. Aldenkamp responded by tightening her hold of Shirayuki's neck and pressing her body with her limbs with more strenght than before, what would hopefully immobilize the Russian for good. - Come on! Give up!

Mizore had her hands on her opponent's arms and was trying desperately to pry them away from her throat as she was slowly being choked unconscious.''Come on Mizore you got to stay awake''thought the Russian as she did her best to remove the arm that was pressed against her throat when she feels both of the other wrestler's legs would wrap themselves around her body.

As the purple haired woman needed all of her concentration she would hear the Dutch girl whisper into her ear to give up and continued to do so as she would attempt to reply back ''shut up'' even if it mostly came out as mumbling. Still for now Mizore was trying her best to escape as she was losing strength fast as she desperately hoped she could escape before she was forced to tap.

- Make me! - Replied the Dutchwoman, being able to understand her easterner opponent, defiantly and confidently, as she felt the purple haired girl's lost of strength, while Hilde keep pressing the Russian's throat with her arm wrapped around it, on an attempt to prevent the blood flow from getting to Mizore's head. "If she does not give up and accept her unavoidable defeat, she will pass out and it is not going to be pretty", reflected the newcomer. "Is Shirayuki up to risk her health because of her honour as a wrestler?"

Regardless of what Hilde thought of Mizore's future intentions, the Eurasian was still struggling, demonstrating her remarkable will to carry on, despite being trapped like one of the multiple hares that the newbie's brothers and father used to hunt by trapping, back on the Netherlands. Aldenkamp kept pressing Shirayuki's body with her legs, harder than before, while she kept applying the same amount of strength on her adversary's neck.