Eka Guramishvili vs. Bunny Bomber

Eka often judged herself too harshly. In school and in the ring, Eka was always her own worst critic. The Georgian girl was honestly flabbergasted that her enraged kick came off without a hitch, and blinked for a second. Realizing that she had an advantage that she to seize, she darted forwards at the Bunny girl. She drifted too far from her roots when she went for the kick in the chest, and it was time to return from whence she came.

Eka decided to try something bold. Usually the prerequisite for this move was a standing clinch, but Eka did not want to risk losing the opportunity. She grabbed the back of Bunny's head and forced it down with her right hand while her lower body was in motion. The move to the inside of Bunny's legs was a graceful little skip forward as Eka vied to get her inside foot on the inside of Bunny's leg and fell backwards, hopefully bringing Bunny along with her. From there, she could push Bunny's torso to the side and bring her outside leg over.

At that point it was open season on Bunny's ankle. The heel hook was the obvious choice, and Eka was in no mood to think too hard about anything. But if Bunny interrupted the sequence, Eka wouldn't be thinking about too much at all...

The kick to her chest had taken Bunny by surprise. It had left her open, and hurting, and trying to wrap her mind around the sudden counterattack. In fact, it had left her just open enough for Eka to be able to follow the attack up.

Bunny went down hard, her head slamming face-first into the mat, a pained shout passing through her lips as a dizzy look crossed her face. She groaned, and slowly began to push herself up again, but...

Eka was on point. Before the bunnygirl had time to start moving again, she felt her leg being pulled over and her heel being hooked. Panic began to cross her face, but she was still dizzy and dazed from her head being dropped straight into the mat. For the moment, she couldn't clear her thoughts enough to figure out a plan of escape, so for the moment, her ankle was all Eka's.

She was by no means a veteran wrestler, but Eka knew when you had an advantage, no matter how slight, you had to press it for all you were worth. The Georgian girl was practically frothing at the mouth at this juicy bit of meat she had. With a firm hand she twisted the ankle lock for all she was worth. Usually Eka would almost go easy on her opponents so that she may avoid breaking anything.

There was none of that here. Eka was red with rage and in the moment. She was usually a mild-mannered girl and always sought to win fairly. Now she wanted blood. The cameras zoomed in on her and some in the crowd shook their heads. Should Eka watch it later she would shake her head too. But right now all she was concerned with was twisting Bunny's foot right off.

Bunny howled, as Eka twisted her ankle around, the Georgian girl seemingly putting everything she had into the hold. Almost instantly Bunny began to have flashbacks of her match with Cassie Eliot, of having her arm broken by the girl, practically snapped in half by the smaller girl.

She wasn't going to let something like that happen again, and definitely not from someone like Eka!

Her pained cry began to shift into an angry yell, the model trying to shut out the pain and turn her focus towards Eka. She twisted her torso around, so that she could face the girl better, and with a look of desperate rage in her eyes, she swung her arm towards her, trying to strike at her face. She extended her fingers, trying to slash her sharp nails against the girl's skin, hoping that the dirty, cheap shot would be enough to get Eka to let her go.

Eka focused in on Bunny's ankle like a laser. She genuinely wanted to cause pain to this bunny woman, to make her suffer. All her rage surged forward and the girl was flushed red. The Georgian girl had never really these depths in her entire career and this nadir of rage threatened to overwhelm her. In a sense, it did overwhelm her, as she did not notice Bunny twisting around and getting some claws to her face.

As the nails raked across her skin she cried out. A little in surprise, but mostly in pain. It felt like a swarm of bees had gotten together and stung her whole face and Eka let Bunny go to hold her face. She rolled away a bit to properly appraise the situation and found blood on her hands when she pulled them away from her face.

The Georgian girl rose. Her stance was off, her face was off, her kindness was off. Eka was almost shaking from exhaustion and rage. "Come, coward!" She bellowed.

Bunny swiped her fingers across Eka's face, relishing in the sensation of her nails digging into the girl's flesh. It felt good. It was dirty, and it was cruel, but it felt good. Everything about the Georgian girl was pissing Bunny off, every single little detail about her, every little thing she did, and any damage that Bunny could do to her could only make the bigger woman happier with herself.

She rolled over onto her belly, wincing as she heard Eka's voice. She wanted to stand and face her, she really did, but there was a problem. Her ankle was killing her. She didn't know if she would be able to stand solidly on two feet yet, and with the darker haired girl hovering over her, standing not too far away, Bunny didn't want to take that chance.

What the hell, she decided. I've come this far, let's see how much I can push things.

She started to push herself upwards, crawling in the direction of Eka at the same time. She raised her head upwards, glancing at the girl, and flashed her a sneer, maliciousness on her face as she looked towards her opponent. She hesitated, just for a moment, then suddenly lunged towards Eka from her lower position, swinging her fist towards her at the same time. Not towards her stomach, or towards her legs to take her down, but towards her crotch, trying to slam it into Eka's most sensitive place with an angry low blow.

She would deal with the referee afterwards. For now, she just wanted to hurt the Georgian and take her back down again.

Eka felt like some great mountain eagle, soaring high over her opponent. For a second. Then doubts began to seep in. Is she mocking me? Is she mocking wrestling? What on earth is going on? At the second that Eka decided to act on all her rage and doubts, she was hit with a blow that she hoped she would never get. This guttersnipe of a woman hit her right in her delicate parts and the Georgian girl cursed her as she clutched it and fell to the ground. The punch wasn't as fast as it could have been nor as painful, but Eka had not seen such a blow coming. Eka could hardly imagine that anyone would resort to such tactics.

She locked her knees together and rolled on the canvas. The whole crowd was united in booing the bunny girl as if that made Eka feel any better. One of the things Eka prided herself most on was the fact that she had always fought fairly. No matter what, at the end of the day, she could always say she had abided by the rules of sportsmanship and common decency and had given her all. She had had her chest exposed to the world before and now her sex felt like there was a brick inside it. The Georgian girl prayed that this wasn't the price of fighting with pride.

Eka stopped her rolls and ended up on her back. She scanned the ring for the referee, silently beseeching her to dole out the punishment that Eka could not. The Georgian girl was still down from the unfair blow and the dull ache between her hips ensured that this mountain eagle was firmly grounded. She would not be bellowing any taunts or bringing Bunny down for the while. Her only preoccupation was soothing the pain.

As soon as Bunny's fist slammed into Eka's crotch, the referee rushed towards her side, and as soon as Bunny stood back up, she was there in the model's face, yelling at her, gesturing wildly as she warned Bunny not to do that again. Bunny put on a look of mock surprise, raising her hands up innocently as she stared at the wild-eyed referee. Once the woman had backed off, though, Bunny looked over her shoulder towards the booing audience, grinning at them with a sly wink. She knew good and well that what she had done was wrong, and being honest with herself, she didn't give a single fuck about it either.

She turned towards Eka, and glanced over her, pleased with the sight of the naive Georgian lying there, hurting and in pain. Bunny's cheap shot had done it's job, and she couldn't have been more happy about it. Now, though, it was time for the next step.

She stepped towards Eka and leaned down, grabbing at the girl's ankles. With a sharp twist, she would try to turn her onto her stomach, then she would drop one leg and lift the other up higher, stepping over Eka at the same time, trying to pull her into a single-legged Boston crab.

There was little choice in the matter for Eka. As soon as her ankle got twisted she rolled over onto her front. Her chin was still up and she got a glimpse of the crowd. At this juncture, nearly all of them were pulling for the Georgian beauty and she felt a surge of energy to try and get up and get moving. Bunny rapidly put the kibosh on her comeback attempt by wrenching her leg into a single legged Boston Crab.

She gritted her teeth. Eka prayed she had the ability to endure this. The Georgian girl had always considered herself a bit of a submission specialist, and somehow she had always found a way to lose via submission. It was absolutely infuriating and Eka was frankly sick of it. The ref girl had descended onto the mat and asked Eka if she was ok, making sure she was not injured. Eka waved her off frantically. She was not ready to give up, not yet.

The Georgian girl noted how far away the ropes were, or at least seemed to be. It didn't matter. Eka was strong, she had to be strong to beat this awful woman. The path to the ropes and ultimately to freedom would be long and arduous but there was no other recourse. Eka had to make it.

"I don't think so!" Bunny shouted, as she glanced back over her shoulder at Eka, noticing the girl staring at the ropes, knowing exactly what she had in mind. "You're not going anywhere!"

Suddenly and sharply, she leaned backwards, trying to violently crank the girl's leg back even harder, trying to send a harder, more intense sensation of pain through the Georgian's limb and body. Then, she would lift herself upwards, raising her body up so that she could try and drag Eka forwards, wanting to move her closer to the center of the ring, away from her precious ropes, not wanting to give the brunette a chance for escape!