Mizore Shirayuki vs Nya Flynn

Mizore was lifted back to her feet as she feels Nya grab her by the head and then get pushed into one of the corners. So as the Russian native leans against the ropes it became even more clear who the crowd was behind as they clapped along with Nya just before she charges forward , but just before she could smash into Mizore it appeared the wrestler tried to protect her body by lifted herself up and forcing her opponent to run right into her knees.

Nya was already in a full on sprint across the ring when Mizore raised her knees to protect herself. By the time the Irish lass realized what was happening, she had ran headlong into the Russian's feet. THe impact knocked Nya back, clutching her chest as pain lanced through her torso. The crowd let out a 'ooooooohhhh' at the sight, feeling the hit even from up in the seats.

The Irish girl stumbled back from the corner, trying to get some space to recover. Hopefully Mizore's beatdown at her hands would keep her from doing anything too bad right?

As Nya ran right into Mizore's uplifted knees and as a result stumbled backwards while holding her torso it became clear to the Russian native she needed to strike fast. So as Mizore tries to climb to the top of the turnbuckle as it became clear that the Russian wrestler was still struggling with the beating she took early as she was able to get on top and look towards her opponent. So as Mizore jumped of the turnbuckle she could only hope that Nya did not have the chance to recover yet as she tries to force the Irish girl down with a crossbody splash.

Nya gritted her teeth, shaking off the pain from the kick to her chest while she turned to face her opponent. However, the Irish lass was in for a surprise when Mizore leaped off the top rope, crashing into the redhead in a crossbody splash. The larger woman easily crushed Nya under her, with the redhead's skull bouncing off the canvas. Nya's limbs fell limply onto the mat, with a pained look on her normally excited face.

Mizore would look at her opponent as she flies through the air before she lands on top of her opponent as she lands the crossbody splash on Nya. So as she got the other girl down on the canvas she would roll onto her back as Mizore would grasp for the Irish woman's leg and hooks it up as she goes for a pin attempt as the ref gets down on his knees and hits the canvas while yelling ''One''.

Just as the ref got to the count of one, Nya roughly got her shoulder up, dislodging the Russian long enough to break the pin at 1. Still, that crossbody did a number on her, and the Irish wrestler was slow to get to her feet. True Mizore didn't hit her more than a few times, but her strikes were powerful enough to knock her senseless.

Mizore was hoping to at least get a two count as she lay on top of the Irish girl just as the Referee had counted to 1 and saw the Ref raise his hand for the second time , but for it to be useless as Nya got her shoulder up before the Referee could even think of letting his hand fall down. So as Mizore got back to her feet she would take a few steps back just as the Irish wrestler slowly got to her feet before she rush forward trying to knock Nya down with a running knee.

Nya was happy to break the count at one. She did not want to give the Russian the satisfaction of getting close to the win. Still, even as the Irish Lass got to her shaky feet, she turned just in time to catch a running knee to her torso. The blow knocked Nya clean into the ropes. The redhead caught the top rope, desperate to keep herself standing after the brutal attack.

So as Mizore's knee struck her opponent in her torso it became clear to the Russian native that she needed to pick up the pace as the Irish lass was barely standing on her feet. The purple haired wrestler would walk towards Nya and try to drag her away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring as she would trap the Irish woman's head under her arms before dropping her towards the canvas with a DDT.

Nya was in dire straights now, with the Russian lass dragging her to the center of the ring, wrapping an arm around her head. Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment, before the redheaded Irish girl was driven headfirst into the canvas. Her entire body bounced up, before falling on her back, her chest heaving with labored breaths while her entire vision was blurry and unfocused.