A Bit of Sweat

Eka saw Lena's mouth moving but wasn't quite sure what the words she was saying were. The legs clamped around her head all but assured her deafness. It was a figure four lock, one of Eka's favorite moves in her repertoire. Now she was on the receiving end of one and appreciated the bind from a whole new perspective.

The move brought Eka to her knees, literally and figuratively. Eka couldn't look at Lena any more and tapped the side of Lena's leg in submission.

Lena quickly release Eka from her grip, then touched her shoulders, staring at her, a bit worried "Are you ok? Did I go too hard" She said , as she patted Eka's cheek to check if she was fine. "does your head hurt?" she asked.

Lena was happy of her victory thought, but she was a bit scared that she went too hard on her submission hold.

Eka breathed easy again. No chance at the poetry competition but that was fine. She at least made a new friend on the day. The Georgian girl sat down and held her aching head. She knew the pain would go away sooner or later, it always did but her pride was hurt quite a bit as well. Her heart began to stop pumping as quickly- the time for excitement was over.

Her hands propped her up against the mat. "Yeah. I am fine. Are you ok?" Eka fell back onto the mat and laid smiling a bit. "That was fun."

Lena was happy that Eka was doing fine. She smiled and bited her lips when Eka said she was ok, even if the Georgian girl was obviously a bit sad because she wanted to go to the competition

Al Eka laid onto the mat, Lena went sitting closer to her. Then leaned in and went to hug her, wrapping her hands around her waist and putting her head on Eka's shoulders 'You're a very great person. If you really want to go there instead of me, you can go, it's ok" Lena said

The feeling of Lena's arms around her waist and her pretty head on Eka's shoulder was a wonderful sensation. Even though Eka had just dropped the ball she felt loved and appreciated. Eka was happy to just enjoy the moment. Two long arms wrapped around Lena's torso, embracing the Russian girl as if she had known her for a decade. In a way, she did- Lena had a drive and a sympathy she had seen in tons of wrestlers.

"No no no, Lena. You won. Fair and square. You should go." Eka ran her hands up and down Lena's back. The Georgian girl loved the feeling of Lena's smooth skin and the taut muscles underneath them. The tinge of sadness had gone. Hugs did that to her.