Saskia Schleswig-Holstein vs Anja the Raven

Anja knew that she could count on her wrestling abilites to get out of something like a hammerlock at the beginning of a match, and Saskai, if she was worth her salt as a wrestler, knew it too. Strange enough, it was kind of liberating for Anja to meet another girl in that way instead of just on the street, a supermarket or in a café where she most of the time felt awkward and kind of foreign despite being as discreet as possible.

"Too much of everything is a poison. But this would be a sweet poison at least."
The Blonde actually chattered with Saskia while she was enjoying their close body to body interaction, her mood getting better and her paranoia stepping more in the background. But like many good things, it didn´t last forever so finally Saskai made herself some space and shoved her well endowed butt back into her navl, causing Anja to loose her grip on her fellow German while she was foced to take a step back. Not so much from strength difference but by the rules of physics itself.

But that was no big deal. Eventually it would turn out to even be in her favor as the hammerlock reversals had kind of led them away from the middle of the ring so that she only had three or four steps for a run to the ropes, attempting to fly explosively out of the ropes with a high shouder block against the larger girl.

“There are much worse ways do die, after all, ~” She cooed, the slight strain on her joints from the hammerlock grew as Anja kept her in place. More and more, the raven would lower her guard, the Swiss-German showing that she can be trusted and not a person that has any ulterior motives. If ulterior motives were her wanting to rub her body so damn hard, then that would be a different story. But this was a testament to how well Saskia can interact and chat with even the grizzliest of opponents. She always had that charm with her and it showed now with the paranoid Anja.

But she also showed that she could multitask. Juggling enjoying the close body to body interaction between them, the chatting and dealing with Anja’s move, that all came naturally for the ashen-haired competitor. She eventually made space between them with a hip check, sending them away from each other. At least for a moment. Saskia knew that she was going to reunite with Anja sooner rather than later.

And that turned out to be true as soon as the Raven rushed from the ropes, ricocheting off them to rush at the European, bumping right into her for a shoulder block. Saskia would land on her back with a slight grunt, though she had taken hits like that from much burlier women. With this being fresh in the night, Saskia would rise quickly, to get her sight on the woman before she could try something else.

When a shoulderblock had already been enough to put her opponent down, this would have been a totally different match for her. But someone of the impressive statue and confidence of Saskia could in no way be a creampuff or a straw giant. Maybe not in no way, but then it would have probably been a surprise for anyone in management too and not just for her.

If Anja would be Saskia, she would probably expect that a smaller and faster opponent would probably try to immediately follow up with a kick to the gut or something like that to try to pressure the opponent into a position for something with the word *breaker* or *dog* in it, but Anja always liked to break the mold to keep herself hard to read.

Feeling that she had a slight advantage in getting up because she was already in motion, she would try to get a hand on the wrist of the other girl for a eat defeat not against the head but against the armpit.