Zarya the Iron Soldier vs Linda Halloween

Standard Match
Victory by: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.

Russian Victory March:

The lights of the arena dimmed as the solemn anthem of the Russian Victory March began to play over the loudspeakers. It began as somberly as a funeral, the Russian flag waving on the titantron. It played for twenty seconds before the first chorus. Then the speakers erupted with the deeper notes of an aggressive guitar riff and the music picked up tempo. The curtains parted, thrown back almost angrily as Zarya Volkov, The Iron Soldier, made her way into the arena and down the ramp towards the ring.

No small amount of jeering followed her, for past misdeeds and her nationalism both. She ignored it all. The fans never meant anything to her, useless losers, the whole lot of them. The contempt was practically written on her face as Zarya made her way into the ring, bending the top rope down so that she could step over it with ease. She stalked over to the opposite corner to wait, pacing back and forth like an animal, fists clenching and unclenching. Clearly.. she was still a little angry.

Spoiler:

As Linda was about to grab her black jacket to finish her look as she was standing in front of a mirror as she wore a pair of long boots in the colors of the flag of the USA , Biker shorts and her tanktop like her boots were styled in the colors of the USA flag as on her right breasts their would be stars while on the left it was just the colors of the flag. The former navy seal thought it would be impossible to hate Zarya but when she hears the Russian's entrance theme she learned that she could.

Pacing around as she waited for the Russian to be done with her entrance and hearing the announcer introduce Zarya to the crowd seemed like an eternity while the crowd keeps booing her opponent out. Finally the time was their for Linda to make her entrance as "Living in America by James brown '' was coming out of the speakers as she walked onto the ramp as she waved at the AFW crowd as she would take the time to look at her opponent for afar. So as the Voice of the ring announcer was heard as she said ''Now entering from Flat Rock, Michigan weighing in at around 160ibs ,It Linda Halloween'' just as she was making her way down the ramp and up the steel steps.

''So did you ever get tested for doping as that was a requirement for me to take you on Rayna''yells Linda while the crowd started to cheer as the American knew this would likely piss her opponent off.

Linda Halloween:

Zarya Volkov soaked up the boo's of the angry crowd, barely conscious of the squealing fools in the stands. Their hatred amused her, or would have, were she not so angry. Her fists clenched tight at the sound of Linda's entrance music, knuckles turning white and her fierce eyes narrowed, forced to endure that insipid "Living in America" song while her opponent made her way down the ramp and towards the ring. The crowd went up in a jubilant cheer, almost drowning out the announcer entirely.

Somehow, Zarya forced her fists to unclench and fought to keep the rage from showing openly on her face. She took a deep breath, visibly trying to master her emotions before they got her into trouble. She looked across the ring at Linda, answering matter of factly."The main office has the results." She shook her head, looking frustrated. "Look, Linda. What was said outside the ring is past. In here, we are only athletes, yes? Competitors. Lets leave the bad feelings behind and let the best woman win."

As the bell rang *DINGDINGDING* to start the match, Zarya crossed the distance to the center of the ring and emphasized her words by extending her right hand, offering a respectful pre-match handshake. Her expression was intense, but no longer hateful, and she did indeed seem to want to put petty things aside and focus on having a great match.

Of course... if Linda Halloween actually shook her hand, the Russian's very first act would be to swing her foot up and seek to kick Linda hard in the stomach!

Linda would just smirk as she saw Zarya get mad but would go for one last taunt as she replies to the Russian's answer ''you do know i don't think much of your country's laboratory's right Zarya'' while the crowd starts cheering louder. Even so she would agree with the Russian about the next thing the woman said as she was actually impressed by it and replied ''fine by me and i am up for letting our actions speak rather then our words''.

Even so the former navy seal thought she may had gotten Zarya all wrong when the other woman would go for a pre-match handshake after the bell had bin rang and would accept it with out even thinking about it. This ended up costing Linda as she would soon get a kick to the stomach from her opponent and release the Russian's hand as she bends forward while holding it. ''You cheating bitch i thought you had honor but i forgot that you Russians don't even know what that word means''said the American while she slowly backs away from her opponent until she was able to stand straight again.

The cold resolve that allowed Zarya to keep her expression neutral and the hatred out of her voice was gone now. Anger burned hot in her eyes, as if the promo-segment that had erupted into violence had just happened only moments ago. The Russian had clearly held onto that grudging rage, nursed it all the days leading to the arrangement of this match, where she could finally let it loose. It was clear now that Linda was up against someone who wanted more then to simply beat her in fair competition. The Iron Soldier was out to *hurt* someone, and she might even risk being disqualified to see it done.

"Honor? Honor is nothing. The only thing that matters in the end is who stands, and who lies broken." Zarya rushed forward, intent on giving the former Navy Seal no time to recover, reaching out to grab her by the hair, drawing a protest from the referee, and if possible, yank Linda closer into a side-headlock. A simple hold, but dangerous when the woman performing it had arms like the Iron Soldiers.

Linda knew she was going to be in for a rough and brutal time after she got kicked in the stomach by the Russian bitch. Hearing her opponent telling her that Honor was nothing as the only thing that seemed to matter to Zarya was who stands tall in the end as she heels the Russian grasp her by the hair while hearing the referee start to protest her opponent's actions.

Even with the referee trying to stop Zarya the Russian native was able to lock the former navy seal into a side headlock but it seemed her opponent forgot to trap her arms. ''Well maybe honor does not mean anything to you Zarya but it means something to me and i won't let you get away with this''whispered Linda before she would try and swing her right elbow into the Russian's body in an attempt to escape the headlock.

Zarya wasn't much of a defensive fighter, often opting to rush straight again, absorbing punishment in favor of getting her hands on an opponent and causing as much damage as possible. Tough as she was, this approach often cost her if a match went on too long, but that just one more reason for the Russian's aggressiveness. She cinched the side-headlock in tight, one arm wrapped around Linda's head, squeezing as though trying to pop her head off like a grape and inadvertently pressing the American's cheek against the side of her right breast.

"You think you can- Ungh!" Her words cut off in a sound of pain as Linda scored a solid hit to her ribs, pain lancing up her side, though she refused to let go. "You bitch." She snarled, and tried to subtly shift her forearm lower, so that instead of squeezing Linda's head, it was actually wedged tight against her throat! The choke, for a standard match, was blatantly illegal if she could manage it, but if Zarya managed to lock it in, she'd turn her body to hide the fact from the ref girl as long as possible.

It wouldn't take long for the ref to detect of course, and once noticed, Zarya would have till the count of 5 to let go or be DQ'd. She had no intention of getting disqualified over this, but if she could, she'd milk that illegal choke right to the count of four and a half just for spite.

Linda knew she was in trouble as Zarya did not take long to begining cheating as the Russian bitch would start to try and choke the American out by placing her arm against the navy seal's throat. Luckily for the blond it seemed that the referee was keeping an eye on the match as she would try to see what was happening when the former navy seal started to turn red.

Soon after catching the Russian doing something illegal the ref girl would warn Zarya to release her opponent and start to count as Linda would finally be released after 5 and something count and drop to her knees. Breathing in and out heavily while trying to get fresh air in her lungs left Linda vulnerable for another attack from the Russian so the American was glad that the ref girl started to yell and warn her opponent that it she did something like this again that their would be consequences next time.

Zarya raised her hands defensively to the justifiably angry ref girl, trying to look innocent and failing miserably. She would have to be careful for awhile, or at least make damn sure the referee didn't catch anything else. With a few placating words to the ref she stalked Linda from behind like a wolf hunting a hamstrung deer. She'd done damage and Zarya had every intention of taking advantage before the American recovered.

Brushing past the ref, Zarya closed the distance, grabbing for the back of Linda's biker shorts, trying to use the hold to haul the former navy seal to her feet. Once done, the Iron Soldier's next move would be to wrap her powerful arms around Linda's mid-section. Unless Linda managed to stop her, Zarya meant to throw her weight backwards, arching her body to lift the American up and overhead into a german suplex.

Linda would not be able to stop Zarya from being able to wrap her arms around the American's waist as the former seal knew exactly what move her opponent had in mind. And because she knew what the Russian wanted to do Linda could try and fight back as she started to repeatedly slam her elbow into her opponent's side in hopes of making Zarya to back off.

''Seems you Russians can only fight against someone when you trick them into lowering their guard or you can attack me from behind''taunts the blond as she hoped the elbows would be enough to free herself. As the American would try to get behind Zarya and wrap her arms around her opponent's waist an try to lift the other wrestler up and overhead into a German suplex.