Anastasia Rukoviska vs. Anampo Yatgra- The cuteness

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As she waited backstage, Anastasia was worried about going into another match mostly blind. There were no obscure stipulations to this match, which was something that settled her feelings a bit, though the big thing that concerned her was that she knew next to nothing about who she was facing. This was almost entirely her own fault, she had been given information to read up on, but it had slipped her mind until only a few minutes before, and now it was not really an option. The most she could gather came from the fact that it was another submissions only match, though not hardcore this time, which gave her the impression it was probably another super-competitive type. Not that it mattered much to Anastasia, not caring whether you win or lose made things like opponents and special stipulations seem pretty irrelevant overall. Still, when her music came on and she entered the arena, she was seen nervously rubbing her arm, her eyes focused downward in thought. She climbed into the ring in the center and eagerly eyed the other end of the arena, curious to see just what kind of competitor she was facing.

Anampo was a paranoid one. She always took it upon herself to know who everyone was. Just so she wouldn't be in the dark. Which also meant reading up on the new wrestlers that seemed to spring up quickly. Some were good and well accepted.

One specifically caught her eye. Someone that was...Like her in a way. Shy and reclusive. She asks her friend Nick to help her set up a meet, as he was much more charismatic. Unfortunately, he was also partly her manager. He thought she said match, and well.......

Here she was. Fist match since a girl named Rias nearly ended her career. Anampo slowly steps out when her music began to play. She eyes the audiance with her shy gray eyes before walking into the ring to see her opponent.

Anastasia was nothing if not surprised at her opponent as she entered the ring. Sure, this girl was quite a bit larger than she was, but she shared a sort of meekness that Anastasia could relate to. She had to wonder if there was a warrior somewhere inside this sweet little bunny as well, and as she approached the ring Anastasia headed towards the center to greet her. "D-dasvadanya... my name, it is Anastasia... and yours?" she asked, extending a friendly hand outward.

Her opponent was small. Anampo, even after reading someone's profile, had no idea what the height difference was. She wwas usedto being the small one around her friends. Her gray eyes very slowly look Anastasia up and down. "Hello...I am Anampo." She takes Anastasia's hand and shakes it

Even this girl's voice seemed meeker than what Anastasia was expecting and honestly it all left her a bit confused. Was she really set up to fight this girl? She wanted to give her a hug right now more than to make her submit. "Here is to good match" she said as they shook, taking a step back and readying herself as the bell rang.

She was really gonna have to yell at Nick for this...But then again, she probably would end up not doing it. Anampo didn't really want to have her first match back this soon, but she was going to do it right. "Sorry I'm gonna have to uh, m-make you tap. " Should she be saying sorry? Was that not Anampo's goal?

Now that the bell had rung, Anastasia was done with words, watching her opponent's movements carefully, before going in for her legs. Honestly, she wasn't sure where to start with a match, usually waiting until she understood her opponent before attacking at all, but her previous fights had taught her the value of initiative, and she planned to take this larger girl down if she could.

Anampo was watching carefully, as well. She knew that they both had similar tactics when it came to a fight. However, it is their style that differs. That was what Anampo didn't know of Anastasia. She was quick, much more than expected. Anastasia went for her legs and grabbed them. Instinctively trying to move back, Anampo falls onto her back. She makes a light gasp.

Anastasia's ears perked up as her initial attack forced a pained gasp from her opponent, and despite her intentions, she felt instinctually sympathetic. "Ah... s-sorry..." she reflexively said, looking for an opening to work on, before coming to, shaking her head. "N-nyet, not sorry, this is match," she added, more to herself than her opponent, resolving on pulling the girl's arm into an armbar.

She heard the other girl say sorry, to which she slowly nods. But, she recused her apology to say that this WAS a match. To which Anampo also understands. She tries to pull her arm away, but she couldn't and was trapped in an armbar. "A-Ah!" She groans