Eka Guramishvili vs. Bunny Bomber

Standard match.

Eka stared at the ground. Summer was over. As much fun as she had goofing off, the blazing sun had begun to let up and give way to the imperceptible chill of fall. Children started appearing in the streets in the morning again, and her own classes had begun kicking into high gear. Her slate of classes was going to be pretty dang hard. She looked over at the paper she typed out and hoped her match wasn't going to be quite so tough.

Bunny Bomber was her name. She wasn't that big, but she looked rather nasty in the matches she saw online. Her opponent for the evening was a veteran of both the Wrestle Angels and AFW. Eka tried to fight off the shiver that forced its way down her spine. Eka was almost a decade younger than Bunny and while vitality and youth counted in the ring, experience mattered a whole heck of a lot more. Plus, her opponent for the evening was a heel. Eka tied the back of her black bikini on tight, just to make sure she would keep it throughout the evening.

The Georgian girl got up slowly and judged her surroundings. It must have been a slow night without many stars because Eka got her own locker room. Usually they stuck her in the larger locker room in the arena, but the B team must have been playing tonight. Eka laced her black leather boots up. As much as she wanted to tell herself that she was awesome, she knew that wasn't the truth. She had been relegated to the dark match at Avalanche. No one even close to Summer Slam even gave her a second glance. But she had a chance to prove them all wrong here. With a flick of her hand her long dark hair was removed from in front of her brilliant blue eyes. The girl in the mirror looked good, especially in those black and pink leather pants, and ready. Bunny Bomber, this woman, she was going to have to fight the fight of her life if she wanted to beat Eka.

Time to prove it, she thought. She took one last long look at her notes before depositing them back in her bag. She confidently walked to the entrance of the arena. Her thoughts became a maelstrom. She is fast, so grind her down. Get on the ground and stay there. She likes the ropes so keep it in the center of the ring or you'll get clobbered. Don't let her play dirty, and don't stoop to her level. The Georgian girl almost walked out into the arena before someone stopped her. Right. Need the pomp and circumstance.

The swelling strings of Night on Bald Mountain gave way to the harrowing, haunting brass and Eka made her entrance into the arena. The audience clapped, more out of politeness than anything else, she felt. But they still clapped and Eka waved at them in turn. A smile cracked on her face. This was wrestling. This was fun. Eka stepped up into the ring and turned to face the entrance with her theme still playing over the loudspeakers. She bounced from one foot to the next, thinking that whatever came down that ramp she would bring honor to herself. The Georgian girl reckoned she was going to fight and win with pride.

Bunny was not a happy woman.

She paced back and forth in the locker room, her face wearing a scowl. Things had been going good for her lately. She had been on a three match winning streak, and felt like she was on top of the world. Her career was looking up, and going places. She was finally starting to get the respect and admiration that she felt like she deserved!

Everything was great, until Bomber Kishima had showed up in the AFW. Bunny hadn't seen her since her time in the Wrestle Angels, and she could have done without ever running into the woman again. With one brief, brutal match, Bunny's winning streak had been broken, stolen away from her, and the former Angel was forced to beat a hasty retreat from the ring afterwards. She hated it. That night, that match, had played through her head a hundred times since then, and every time Bunny thought of her loss, she grew angrier, and more frustrated. It didn't help matters that she was suddenly scheduled for a match on a B-show, an off night without any of the bigger names in the company hanging around. It felt insulting, to suddenly throw her onto a show like this! It only made the former model even more frustrated then before!

So tonight, she had decided, she would let off some steam and work out those frustrations.

Eka would barely have a moment alone with herself in the ring. Mere seconds after Eka entered the ring, Bunny's own music would blast over the arena's speakers, and without a single moment's hesitation, the bunnygirl came pushing through the curtains and into the arena. She didn't waste any time posing or posturing for the crowd. She knew they didn't like her, and the soft, scattered applause and general lack of interest from the crowd told her all she needed to know. She didn't care though. Bunny kept her head held high, her chest pushed proudly outwards, and began the walk down to the ring, turning her gaze towards her opponent as she headed down the ramp.

She let her eyes trace over Eka as she neared the bottom of the ramp, heading to the steel steps to begin her climb up and into the ring. The girl looked young. Fit, and in good shape, but young, inexperienced. Bunny certainly didn't recognize her. She wondered if she was new, and how long she had been in the company.

Only one way to find out!

Putting a friendly expression onto her face, Bunny stepped across the ring towards Eka, stopping a few feet in front of her. She met her gaze, staring into her deep blue eyes, and folded her arms behind her back, smiling innocently at the girl. "I don't think I've seen you around before," she began, keeping her voice light, and inviting. "Are you new around here?"

On the tiny, cracked screen of Eka's computer Bunny looked good. Strong and fast and athletic, but most of all good. Her arms and legs showed unmistakable signs of a certain puissance and her purple outfit had a certain shimmer under the lights of the arena. And now that she was only a few feet in front of her, Eka could not help but notice that Bunny was wonderfully pretty.  Maybe she could be a model or something if she really wanted to go down that route. And her ears were pretty dang cute too. When she brought her arms behind her back, Eka's gaze dipped towards that delightful chest. The darkhaired girl tried to force those thoughts down. This wasn't going to be that sort of wrestling, at least hopefully. The crowd's response to her was at best tepid, which gave Eka a small sense of pride. They like me more than someone.

And then the question came. Eka had never quite gotten used to just talking in the ring or even on the mic. It was world's away from what she did back in Alabama, both on the Greco-Roman mats and in the tiny arenas where she wrestled. While her beauty lent her some charisma, she was always a bit shy of her lilting Georgian accent and preferred to hold her tongue in situations like this. The question made her pause and she ran her hand through her thick hair. "No. Well, yes. I mean, kinda. But it is not important, yes?" Eka nearly grimaced. Damn, that sounded dumb. The match hadn't even started yet, and she sounded completely cowed. Or bunnied.

The Georgian girl took a deep breath. "I am Eka. You are Bunny, yes? I wish you luck tonight." Eka backed away and gave a wave to the ref to show she was prepared to begin. She sounded and looked a bit more confident now. This was a place she belonged. When the bell went off, she would launch at her opponent like a rocket. The waiting was agony, and Eka was ready to begin in earnest. Her knees were bent and her body was cocked to launch at Bunny like an eagle striking its prey.

Bunny raised a hand to her mouth, hiding a laugh as Eka introduced herself. She didn't recognize the accent, but it was...cute. Eka seemed like a cute girl overall. She seemed almost innocent, like she didn't belong in the wrestling ring. She didn't act like it, at least, from the way she was stumbling over her words. It was like she felt out of place, and the thought of it made Bunny smile wider. Eka really had no idea what was in store for her, and the former model was quite eager to get things started.

"I don't need luck," Bunny answered her, nonchalantly gesturing over herself. "I have skill, and I know what I'm doing. You're the one that's going to need luck, Eka, and a lot of it, too."

She turned away from her, and took a few steps back, putting some space between herself and the Georgian, then turned back around to face her again. She raised her arms up into a ready stance in front of her, waiting for the sound of the bell. When it dinged, she seemed to have the same idea, the bunnygirl exploding straight towards her younger opponent. Her arms came up as she neared her, wanting to try and force Eka into a grapple, wanting to see what the girl could do.

Good. Bunny wasn't one of those boring girls that would just wait for their opponents to come to them and try to counter everything. She was running at Eka just as Eka was running at her. Full of passion and pride and ready to come at her with everything she had. She didn't really like the fact that Bunny had insulted her but there was little she could do about that, other than kick her ass and show her who was boss. Everyone needs luck, from the smallest of us to the greatest, she thought.

Eka was a proud part of that everyone as she launched into her move. Bunny had her hands up and clearly wanted to grapple. While that was usually what she was more than delighted to do, she had all this momentum and pace and decided to put it to good use. Before the critical moment, right when Bunny was only a small distance away from her Eka would plant both her feet and spring into the air. She would attempt to fly up and over Bunny Bomber and grab her hips on the way down.

Flying Squirrel takedown. One of the funnest moves she had ever learned back in her days on the mats of her high school. It was an impressive looking move and if she could pull it off she could get the match started right: with both of them on the mat and the Georgian girl squarely on top!

Bunny came in fast, ready to meet Eka head-on and ready to get a taste of what the girl could do. She was confident that her and the Georgian would meet in the grapple, and in her mind, she was already planning her second, third, and fourth moves after that.

She was taken quite by surprise then, when Eka suddenly launched off of the mat and into the air, flying right over the Wrestle Angel! She stopped in place as Eka made her jump, her expression twisting into that of pure confusion as she tried to wrap her mind around what Eka was doing.

She could only stay confused for a moment though. The next thing she knew, there was a pair of hands grabbing at her hips, yanking her downwards. She let out a grunt as she struck the canvas, flat on her back looking up at her foe!

Eka wasted no time, and knew she had little time to waste. Bunny was a damn good wrestler from what she had seen and she was not going to take this lightly. As much as she wanted to boast with pride about how cool that move was she knew that doing that was a moribund idea so she began doing what she did better than most everything: bending a wrestler into knots and trying to get them to tap.

The darkhaired girl moved quickly and tried to bring her leg down under Bunny's neck. Her opponent would be forced to kiss leather if Eka got it under, as poor Bunny would be in a figure four headlock. The Georgian girl showed some celerity when trying to pull off the move.

For whatever reason, she was already breathing a little bit harder than usual. Maybe the excitement was getting to her, or maybe it was the fact that the crowd was bursting with applause. Whatever it was, Eka paid it no mind. She was solely focused on trying to rip her opponent's pretty head clean off!

If it wasn't for the fact that she was the one on the receiving end of Eka's hold, Bunny might have been impressed. She may have given the girl credit, and acknowledged her skill. Certainly she was more skillful that Bunny had assumed, wasting no time bringing her down and slipping her legs around her neck, working her into the figure four headlock.

However, being in the situation that she was in, Bunny was simply annoyed, and frustrated, more then she was impressed. Barely even thirty seconds into the match and she was already getting wrapped up in Eka's legs. It wasn't a good position, and she didn't plan on being there long.

Her hands quickly moved towards Eka's thighs, her fingers gripping into her as Bunny tried to pry them apart, trying to stop the Georgian from being able to fully lock in the hold. No way Bunny was going to let that happen, not if she could help it.

A strong hand on her leg stayed her from locking the hold in completely. "Grrr..." she growled. It may have been a bit naive to think she could just slap a figure four headlock on a girl basically from the word go and Eka was mentally kicking herself over it. She squeezed her legs together just that tiny bit more just to see if she could get it in.

Nope. Whatever. Time to change tactics. Well, maybe not tactics, but certianly the hold. Eka relinquished Bunny's head back to her and rolled to the side. The Georgian girl made an attempt to seize the bunny girl's arm- if she could do that she could splay her legs and then wrench it in to a painful armbar.

Eka again moved fast. If the first move didn't work then she would have to make up for it with the second one. Perhaps not with results, but certainly with effort!

Bunny breathed a sigh of relief as Eka's legs freed themselves from around her. That could have ended badly, and it was closer then Bunny wanted to admit, but she didn't have time to celebrate the narrow avoidance of Eka's submission. The girl was already in motion again, grabbing for her arm.

"Oh no you don't!" Bunny shouted at her, rolling over onto her side, towards Eka before the girl could get her legs into position and work her into the armbar. With an almost desperate cry, she swung her other arm towards Eka, firing off a quick punch at the Georgian. She wasn't exactly aiming to hurt her or land a real attack, but rather trying to get her to let her go.