Mizore Shirayuki vs Nya Flynn

Mizore Shirayuki vs Nya Flynn
win by pinfall , submission or count out

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.

So as she was walking back and forth near the entrance arena she got a signal from one of the crewmembers as Cold As Ice by Foreigner started coming out of the speakers as the crowd started cheering as she walked out onto the ramp. So while Mizore made her way down the Announcer voice would be heard while her entrance theme was playing as he said ''Now entering from Novosibirsk,Russia weighing in at around 150ibs, Its Mizore Shirayuki'' and just as he said her last name the young woman would climb into the ring as she waited to see who she would be facing tonight.

The sound of Dropkick Murphy's echoed across the entire arena, with green spotlights dancing around the ramp. Jumping out of the backstage area, the fiery red hair of Nya Flynn became recognizable instantly from her stint in Irish Wrestling. Those familiar with her work erupted in cheers, while Nya waved to all the audience, overwhelmed by the sheer number of people in attendance.

Running to the ring, she slid inside and hopped onto the corner, pumping her fist into the air, earning another cheer from the crowd.

"And her opponent, from Dublin, Ireland. Weighing in at 135 pounds, the Irish Firebrand.....Nya Flynn!!!!!"

Hopping back down, Nya turned to her opponent, pumped up and ready to prove to Friction that this Irish lass was ready to kick some ass.

Mizore would just look on as the crowd erupted as the Russian girl could not believe how much of a pop this newbie got from all these people as she was feeling a bit nervous as a result. So when this Nya Flynn got into the ring and hopped onto a corner it was a bit annoying to be honest as Mizore was used to first shake her opponent's hand but just thought the girl wanted to enjoy the fans before the match.

So when Nya turned around and faced her Mizore would extend her hand and whisper ''Hope you don't mind when i kick your Irish butt all over this ring miss Flynn was it''.

Despite a bit of trash talk from her opponent, Nya couldn't help but flash her dazzling smile. as she shook the Russian's hand firmly. Despite being a few inches shorter and 15 lbs lighter, Nya's confidence was at it's peak. SMirking, she leaned closer to Mizore.

In her distinct accent she replied, "I think this match might end a wee bit different than you think Mizore. By tonight you'll know what it's like to be pinned by a Irish Lass.

Mizore would just smirk as she heard the Irish lass reply and whispered back ''Well at least your confident aren't you'' before she broke their handshake and took two steps back as the bell would rang soon after.

So after the bell had rang the Russian native would hold her hands up in the air and look at Nya as she said ''So miss lass kicker are you up for a test of strength'' as she would circle around her opponent.

Nya smirked at the Russian, holding up her hands as if to accept the test. But this was all a clever ruse to bait the taller lass. As soon as Mizore got into her reach, Nya lunged in and went in for an arm drag, slamming the snow girl into the mat, before springing to her feet and aiming a running forearm to knock her back down.

Mizore would fall for her opponent's trap as she tried to grasp Nya's hands with her own but quickly got slammed to the mat as the Irish girl got her down onto her back by a arm drag. So as the Russian native climbed back to her knees she noticed her opponent was just a few seconds quicker and was already knocking her down with a running forearm as the crowd chanted the Irish native name.

Nya seemed to get the early foothold in the match for now, even as the crowd started chanting her name. Leaping to her feet, the redhead pumped her fists into the air, getting the crowd riled up even more.

Crouching next to her downed opponent, Nya waited for Mizore to get to her feet, before grabbing her and whipping her into the ropes, ready to clothesline her on the rebound.

As Mizore slowly rolled onto her belly as she would then slowly get onto her hands and knees while watching how her opponent was able to get the crowd behind her so quickly in her debut match. So as the Russian native slowly got back to her feet and glared at her opponent while trying to punch the Irish girl in her face only to get Irish whipped into the ropes.

So as Mizore bounced back and ran right into her opponent who was already moving forward with the intent to knock her down once again as the crowd erupted as the Russian native was on her back while Nya was standing tall at the start of the match.

Nya was on a roll right now, building up a decent amount of momentum to keep the Russian girl down on the canvas. She was pumped up now, a smile on her face as she reached down, grabbing her head and dragging her to her feet. Pushing Mizore against the corner, Nya clapped along with the crowd before charging at the girl to smash her against the post.