Eka Guramishvili vs. Cecilia Northman

There was some great outside force that she was aware of. Maybe it was the second wind from the audience, pushing her to victory. Maybe it was some benign wrestling god, lifting her from the doldrums and coaxing her towards gloriuous triumph. Whatever it was, Eka was on her feet now. "Wha..." she began.

Then she was brought back down to earth rapidly. Just as Cecilia stood her up, she brought her down. Eka didn't even have the strength to cry out as she was assaulted with a perfectly executed German suplex. She prayed that whatever came next wouldn't be so awful...

After smacking Eka down with that German suplex it wasn't long before she would attempt to roll them over and push both of them up towards their feet. The blond beauty would lean in a bit towards Eka's ear and let out a light comment. " Relax...it won't hurt too much." Cecilia would speak out to the Georgian girl's ears alone.

After which she'd try and slip those arms up from Eka's waist towards the back of her head, attempting to have slipped in her arm underneath Eka's arms to try and lock in a full nelson, but there was where that hold would stop, as she'd quickly try and throw herself backwards and attempt to throw Eka with a mighty Dragon suplex! If she could hit then the blond beauty wouldn't bother with bridging, instead she'd attempt to unwrap her arms from Eka's after driving her skull into the mat and start to move up towards her feet.

She was hardly awake when she stood up. There were some sounds in her ear which were probably words, but they washed over her just as everything else did. The only thing that was real for her was the pain. The persistent, insurmountable, all encompassing pain. Her arms came up over her head and Eka had very little involvement in that. In her clouded mind, she had no idea what was coming next.

Then Cecilia showed her. Eka went back and had her head slammed hard against the mat. Her body went limp as her skull was thoroughly bashed. If she were conscious enough she would be praying she did not have a concussion. But she wasn't, so she lay there and clung to the wake.

After driving the young raven haired woman's head into the mat for that powerful dragon suplex most people probably thought that the match was done...Cecilia though, was not completely finisher. She would let go of Eka's body with her arms and move up towards her feet, looking on at the downed frame of the raven haired woman.

" Aaah, can't even get a little serious. Oh well..time to show you the difference between me and everyone else." Cecilia let out in a cocky and conceited tone of voice. Self-righteous words which she whole-heartedly seemed to believe in herself. She'd reach down for a handful of Eka's hair and attempt to pull her up to her feet by it in a swift and powerful motion, she'd attempt to drape Eka up on her shoulders for a fireman's carry hold that she'd flaunt for a second or two as she'd walk around the ring with the Georgian girl, looking to perhaps put and end to things ?

Once again, Eka's body was moved. She didn't move as she was lifted up by her long dark locks once again. The Georgian girl was little more than putty now, in the hands of a wonderfully powerful woman. Her weight shifted skywards once more as she was draped over the shoulders of the blonde girl.

If she was more aware of what was happening, she would have fought in protest. But through her half opened eyes, she saw a world where she was not in a terrible amount of pain for once. And if she was being perfectly honest with herself, it felt almost nice.

With Eka now up on her shoulders the blond beauty walked around the ring a bit up until the point she had carried the shorter Raven haired girl off towards the center of the ring. She would let out a grin as she looked over at her shoulder and seeing the rather cute Eka look almost out of it....it was pointless in try and hit the girl with more moves or anything of the sort. So perhaps it was just the time for the big finish ?

Cecilia would attempt to swing the legs of Eka out behind them and drop down onto her rear! Attempting to pull off a painful and impactful fireman's carry stunner on the Georgian girl, attempting to hit her with her mighty finisher Järngreiper!

Eka was out of it. The darkhaired girl was carried to the center of the ring and she was completely helpless to do anything about it. She felt like a fur coat or a scarf while she was just draped over the blonde woman's shoulders, and it felt awful. The Georgian girl thought there weren't a lot of things that could be worse in the ring.

Then she found something that was considerably worse. Or rather, Cecilia showed it to her. The Swedish titaness hit her Järngreiper with no difficulty and Eka's arms and legs splayed out as she hit the match. She couldn't even claim she briefly fought off the darkness. Unconsciousness just came to her.

After having Eka's head bounce off of her shoulder with her migthy fireman's carry stunner finisher, the blond beauty watched as Eka flopped over onto her back. She would push herself up to her knees and move over, attempting to move up and seat herself right on Eka's chest, raising one arm into the air to start the count as the ref-girl slid in besides them.

The mighty blond would raise one finger as the stripped clad woman started the count with a " One...!" which the crowd followed along with, counting down to what they had already pegged to be a done deal at this point.

A weight was on her. Losing was always a burden and this was a burden she knew she had no choice but to bear. Then there was the much more literal weight on her, which was a blonde girl who was as mighty as a Norse hero from her perspective. Eka's body was motionless, lifeless. She did not react even slightly.

TWO!!!

She groaned as the air began to compress in her chest.

With Eka down and barley moving as the mighty blond sat herself down on Eka's chest for a rather lazy pin as she'd look around at the crowd a bit and then over at the ref-girl. She watched as she kept the count going along with the ref-girl and the crowd.

"Three!" the ref-girl would shout out as Cecilia raised her third finger, along with the crowd shouting out the same as the ref-girl did. Before they would start to shout out cheers for the blond beauty's victory. Cecilia'd move up to her feet and tower over the downed from of Eka...whom she'd place her left foot down upon her chest to strike a light victory pose and a show of dominance.