Eka Guramishvili vs. Cecilia Northman

Standard Match: Win by Pin, Submission or Disqualification

Eka paced around her dressing room. It was small, but her own. She scanned it, nervously. There was the rudimentary make up she put on still out next to the mirror. Her street clothes were in a pile near the corner. There were a few of the accouterments of an accomplished wrestler out- she had her own cheese plate which was untouched and her own little name tag above the door. A TV flickered in the corner, showing the match before hers, but like the cheese she paid it no mind. Left foot right foot left foot right foot. The strings to her black bikini top were taut across her back and her leather pants were nice and tight. She had recently acquired some new boots, black and pink, that matched perfectly with her pants. Her appearance was the least of her concerns at the moment however, except for the fact that she was not black and blue.

Her mind was on Cecilia Northman. The former hardcore champion. A woman with more matches than any girl in the fed as far as she knew. And a sterling record- there were ample videos on the internet of her matches and her highlights. Left foot right foot left foot right foot. The woman was an excellent fighter, and the Georgian girl knew she would have to be at her best if she wanted to win. She could win, she truly believed it but she knew it would be the fight of her life. When she got the email telling her when she was wrestling and whom her bout was against her jaw nearly hit the floor. Eka vs. Cecilia. While she was slightly shocked at first, she knew it was a good sign. The higher-ups thought that she was in the same league as the Northern Queen and Eka resolved to prove them right.

That wasn't to say she wasn't nervous, however. Eka had just finished her exams and was confident she crushed them. The real test would be tonight, however. One of the officials for AFW informed her that it was almost time to begin. The ravenhaired girl walked to the entrance. Left foot right foot left foot right foot. Deep breath. Ok. A smile cracked across her face. Tonight was going to be fun. Her ominous music heralded her entrance and the Georgian girl burst into the arena to the sound of applause. Eka smiled and waved at the thousands of fans in the arena and glided into the ring.

She bounced up and down, trying to shake the tension out. She mulled over her game plan in her head: Be smart. Grind her down. Grab submissions when you can, and punish her mistakes. Don't get hit too much or too hard and keep going when it happens. She is big, sure, but the bigger they are the harder they fall.

Not long after her opponent for the night had made their way down towards the ring and settled there the blond beauty who was Cecilia Northman stood ready at the curtains that blocked off the ramp, waiting for her signal to make her way down towards the ring. Another night and yet another match, at this rate it wouldn't be long for the Queen, she'd reach it soon enough... What she knew of this girl she was facing today was very little, she knew she had the height, weight, experience advantage, as well as possible crowd favor. Considering she hadn't heart the name very much, she doubted the woman would have too much of a presence with the AFW crowd. At least compared to such a favored wrestler as the Northern Queen herself.

The blond beauty took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders, pulling and stretching her neck a bit. " Mm..." She let out to herself, nodding her head and then taking another deep breath. The muscular yet beautiful frame of the blond beauty would be stretched out a bit more by her. Soon enough the crew started to tell her it was about time, she didn't pay them much notion except a glance and a light nod. After a few more seconds music started to play out of the speakers and with it the lights of the arena started to flicker, spotlights began to hit the top of the ramp and with it the blond beauty would step out onto the stage. The second she did the cheers of the crowds became thunderous, shaking the arena with their screams and calls. The atmosphere filling with electricity out of the cheer excitement.

Cecilia responded to their cheers by raising her right arm up into the air as a sign of victory. In the mind of the blond it was assured, and perhaps in the mind of many of the crowd it was as well. The tall Swede started to make her way down towards the ring, taking long and powerful steps as she walked down. Once she reached the ring she'd climb in without any real theatrics and then make her way up towards her corner of the ring, taking a position there for a bit as she looked around on the crowd, so far looking as if she wasn't paying her opponent much mind.

Well, this was a change. The girl was a titan on the screen and in real life she looked even bigger. Her fists were clench and a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. And the crowd went absolutely bonkers for her. Well, that was to be expected even if it hurt a little bit. The ref looked at Cecilia and then gave Eka a curious look. Yeah, I don't know what to do about this either, his voice seemed to say. Eka shrugged. This was new for both of them.

Finally, seeking to cut the tension, Eka walked up to the blonde giantess and tapped her on the shoulder. "Uh, we are wrestling tonight, yes?" The crowd had still not subsided and the bell had not yet rung. Eka felt like she was in limbo, where nothing had quite begun. She spun around, eyeing the crowd nervously. Were they really that nuts for her?

The right arm that jutted out into the air was well muscled. Eka grimaced. Getting hit by that would not be a pleasant experience and she knew that it was to be avoided at all costs. She looked down at her own comparatively small arms. Damn. She needed to go to the gym more. But for right now she needed to focus. The bell could go off at any moment and Eka had to be ready to begin.

Perhaps it was rude of her, Cecilia did seem to have a bit of buzz around her from the crowd at the way she was acting a bit towards Eka. Paying the girl no attention seemed rather cruel, though some people seemed to think it was right. Who was this girl to step into the ring against a legend ? Where what they were probably thinking, though some were a bit concerned that this might be a bit too mean towards the girl. Even if it did seem mean, Cecilia didn't really care. As long as she didn't play or try to humiliate the girl by going too easy on her it was alright in her mind, though she wouldn't even be doing that for this Eka, but for herself. Joy can only be felt if she at least tries, it's up to her opponent to then deliver.

Soon enough Eka tapped on Cecilia's shoulder and the blond would turn her attention to the girl. " Ah ? Oh..yeah..sure..my bad, was just spacing out a bit." Cecilia let out as she'd look upon Eka with semi unfocused eyes. Soon enough she'd step after Eka a bit, before she'd pass the girl and head towards the center of the ring. She'd keep herself so her back was facing Eka but she'd glance over her shoulder with her eyes back to the girl. " Well ? come on then. I don't have all day." Cecilia'd let out as she'd place a hand upon her hip, waiting for Eka to take a position in front of her in the center of the ring.

If Eka did so then Cecilia'd raise her other hand up into the air opening up the fingers and flexing them slightly. Offering up a little test of strength to Eka, though currently just keeping her legt arm in the air.

Confusion was the only real emotion Eka felt. Was this some sort of mind game? In all her research Cecilia wasn't shy at all- she always tore through girls and wrecked things. This seemed so very uncharacteristic and she was somewhat put off. The blonde woman then straight up walked away from her. Again she turned to the ref, who shrugged, before focusing on Cecilia once again. What on Earth is she playing at?

And then came the little taunt. Eka's eyes flared up. Did this woman honestly think that she didn't have to take Eka seriously? Did she think she could just waltz through her. Her fangs were bared and her fist was little more than a ball. She wanted to put this woman in pain all night and bend her beyond recognition. With such evil thoughts rolling around her head, Eka prowled forward.

A test of strength is probably a bad idea... Then what? Would something tricky work? Eka scried Cecilia, looking for any sign of weakness. She seemed rock solid but lots of girls seemed rock solid. And rock solid girls could be made to tap. The Georgian girl smiled. She didn't have to think evil things, she didn't have to be mad. This was wrestling. This was something fun, this was something she was good at. This was something she could do. "Good luck..." Eka raised her arms to accept the test of strength.

Cecilia couldn't help but flash a little grin as watched the girl bare her fangs at the Queen and clench her fists, it wasn't long before Eka came up towards her and they were in position to start this match up. The blond beauty would look on at Eka with that smug smirk upon her face, half open eyes, her face just showed a state on calmness. There was no excitement nor was there a sign of her being fired up for the match.

She offered her usual test of strength to her opponent but only kept one arm up there as she waited for Eka's decision. When Eka raised her arms, Cecilia'd reach her right arm forward and clasp it together with one of Eka's. " Ah?...you might want to keep both arms together, wouldn't want this to be over too quickly." Cecilia said as she wouldn't raise her left arm. Her answer wasn't overly smug, but there was a hint of it as usually...more so Cecilia tried to be somewhat honest and serious about the manner.

Soon though she'd start to apply pressure with that arm, gradually building up force more and more upon Eka, whether the girl chose to fight two arms against one or one against one. It didn't matter, the blond beauty would ramp up more and more power with each passing second, the strong muscles upon her defined arm flexing and showing off their clear might.

Eka kinda got wrestlers who were zoned in during a match. She got wrestlers who had to hype themselves up and get their blood flowing to pull moves off. But what she couldn't understand was Cecilia at the moment. The blonde woman just seemed so bored. The Northern Queen stood there and even taunted her. Fine, Eka wasn't the strongest girl in the world, but she could do better than that.

Only she couldn't Eka felt herself getting pushed back. Ever so slightly but still pushed back. The Georgian girl breathed out and looked into Cecilia's big red eyes. They seemed so menacing, like she was a vampire that sucked the lives out of girls. Her blue eyes went back to the mini battle they were having at the moment. Some vascularity was already there and Eka grimaced.

Then she smiled again. Sheer tests of strength were not her way. Hell, everyone back home would have been ashamed of her for even thinking about it. "We certainly wouldn't want this to be over too quickly indeed." Eka plunged backwards and sent a kick up to Cecilia's gut, hoping to bring the tall blonde woman up and over her, and more importantly crashing into the mat.

The battle of strength between the two seemed to have gone as most people would suspect, the towering and powerful Queen was showing her strength as if she was a tyrant who dominated the masses with sheer force. Bringing further and further power into her one armed struggle against Eka as her eyes looked on into Eka's blue pair. The eyes of the predator against the eyes of the prey, it was without a doubt not much of a struggle at the moment.

As Eka went further and further down because of Cecilia's strength, the blond only got more and more bored...until finally Eka let out those words of hers and then drove her foot right into Cecilia's well trained abs." Ugh!" Cecilia coughed out as she then felt Eka push and throw her over the woman, having Cecilia crash down onto her back as a result. "Kh!" Cecilia clicked out as she remained on her back, her arms spread and so were her legs, her eyes widened a bit.

The crowd was slightly shocked, but it wasn't that rare for a loser in a test of strength Cecilia initiated to do something like this to win...Cecilia however would remain on her back, grinning a bit. " Hah.." She let out a short and self pleasing laugh, as if she wanted to contain it, but had to at least release a little bit of it.

The move came off as well as Eka could have hoped. She had sent Cecilia flying over her and crashing into the mat. One of her tried and true moves came through for her again and the Georgian girl was ecstatic. The crowd ooh'd and aah'd. Eka frowned. She hoped it was for their admiration of the move and not because they were bewailing the fact that their favorite wrestler just met the mat very hard. Her mind raced with possibilities. Cecilia was just lying there, practically asking for a submission move.

And that was what Eka decided she would give her. Her long dark hair streamed behind her as she got up and bounded towards Cecilia in a few quick steps. She did her best to dive on top of the blonde to find that she was...smiling? Was there something wrong with this woman? Is that what getting bashed in the head over and over would do to a woman.

The ravenhaired girl chose not to think about it too much. What she did choose to think about was applying a figure four headlock with her crotch right in Cecilia's face. If she could pull it off she could apply a lot of pressure to the blond woman's head. And if she couldn't she would be pretty exposed. Eka smiled as well. That was half the fun of wrestling- not knowing.

This raven haired girl seemed to be quite easily riled up so far, which was somewhat enjoyable at least....though the fun truly came when Eka had moved in to mount herself on top of Cecilia in a manner, the blond grinned a bit as she looked on at her opponent who seemed to enjoy herself a bit as well. The legs of Eka soon enough came around and snapped against Cecilia's head, pressing her crotch against the Swede's skull and starting to squeeze upon it tightly...

Cecilia groaned a bit as she pressed her feet against the mat, her hands went up to grab at Eka's hips, pushing and gripping at them tightly as she let out a few muffled groans against Eka's pants covered crotch.