Eka Guramishvili vs. Silver Abreu

Standard Match: Win via pinfall, submission, or DQ

Eka was sitting on the bench in the locker room, looking down. Not that long ago, she was in Switzerland, wrestling in the dark match to open Avalanche. It felt like that had been an eternity ago, the way things had gone. A wry smile spread across her face. So far, that had been the highlight of her career, and that was a loss. She gripped the bench tightly. This was her first match in a while, and so match had happened. She almost made friends with Alicia, she had her finals, she met and lost a million people. The whole time, she had been training, working on herself, making herself into a machine of power and grit that would burn a scar through the whole federation.

She leaned back, and she looked up at the lights above her. Eka wasn't that. The Georgian girl was a kind, clever girl who always did her best, no matter what. She was never fated to be the perennial champ, nor was she meant to be some nasty woman who had to resort to cheating to win. Eka closed her blue eyes, and remembered back to the practice mat, with Alicia. No, that was not her. That could never be her, and Eka swore it under any mountain she could find.

Eka stood up. Her leather pants clung to her for dear life, and the pink streaks down the side practically glowed. She adjusted her black bikini top as she made her way out the door. Win or lose tonight, she was going to be true to herself. The Georgian girl testified to herself that she would not stoop to anything that would shame her parents. Her fist was clenched and a tumble of her dark hair fell in front of her face. She brushed it aside, took a deep breath, and stepped into the hallways. Eka knew this arena by heart now, and quickly made her way to the staging area.

The swelling strings gave way to brass, heralding her entrance. The reaction was lukewarm, but Eka still bathed in it, waving to the audience as she made her way down to the ring. She slid under the bottom rope and retreated to her corner.

Just don't let this girl be a giant, she thought.

Fresh out of her own somewhat surprising win over 'Super American' Becky Brooke, Silver was in a hell of a good mood. Not that anything could ever doubt such the bubbly girls spirit, but tonight, the buxom sumo-esque wrestler was particularly giddy. A string of fun debuts and the aforementioned surprising win had added some boldness to Silver's name in AFW, a fact the girl was eager to capitalise on, in an effort to rise even higher and gain more chances at making friends!

Fixing the tie on her signature school girl attire, Silver would continue to smile at herself before the signal was given, her entrance time now up. With a kick in her step, Silver would quickly make her way to the curtain, somewhat literally skipping and further exposing her figure through what could only be described as a 'revealing jiggle.'

Spoiler:

Her music filling the room as the lights flared, some of them adopting a purple filter to fill the ramp with the girls favourite colour, Silver would continue her giddy hop down the ramp, before finding herself ringside. Raising a hand, she'd give something of a energetic wave to the black haired beauty in the ring, her smile insanely infectious, before she would find herself in-ring with a prompt roll. Much like Eka, the girl was moderately received; more than likely simply due to the level of exposure both beauties had in the world of AFW. Hell, there most certainly was not a reason to jeer at either budding wrestler. Unlike Eka however, Silver would go somewhat overboard with accepting her modest appreciation, turning in a full circle at a slow pace, in an attempt to apparently wave at every member of the crowd individually. Had she been out first, she would of likely gone on with such much longer. Finally though, with something of a small prompting from the referee to remind the big girl she was actually here to wrestle, Silver would turn her eyes to the beauty before her, that whilst she wouldn't openly admit it, would be keen to try and add to her record alongside Becky Brooke.

"Hii!!.." Silver would literally yell, teeth showing as she grinned ear to ear, completely unbeknown to the fact that if anything, Eka was probably less than excited about facing someone with such, scale.

Eka brushed her hair from her face, and let out a little curse in Georgian when she saw her opponent. She didn't know why the people at AFW kept booking her against women who were several times larger than her. The Georgian girl was quite the talented wrestler, but someone at AFW wanted her to be a jobber. It was so hard to cut it in the league, especially when she was puny compared to everyone else. She gritted her teeth. One false step, any time lingering with doubt, could spell the end of her in this match. This woman was fairly hefty, and she could scarcely imagine all of that weight coming down on her.

When the woman stepped into the ring, she seemed larger than life. Eka's shoulders became a bit hunched. The woman was a total crowd pleaser. Her reaction was better than Eka's, and she basked in it more. Maybe that was her problem. Perhaps she should do more to be loved by the crowd, and then she could get a few more matches. Hentai couldn't be that bad...

No. Eka shook her head. She had compromised too much recently, and tonight she wanted to return to form with a well-fought match. The Georgian girl breathed out, and then smiled. "Hello. I am Eka. We will both fight fair and clean, yes?"

Eka stepped forward and extended a hand for a handshake. The bell had not gone off yet, and they could still be friends.

Silver would try to resist once more turning into the people-person she so craved to be, instead offering but a single twist of her hand as she waved to the crowd, before the Georgian beauty stepped slightly towards her. Silver was rarely fully attracted to women, but even the buxom larger girl found herself somewhat widening her eyes at simply how gorgeous the girl was. She would of course take note on her foes noticeably less thick figure than her own, but such a different was beginning to become common for someone Silver's size. For a change, she wouldn't experience her moment of usual inner-conflict, as given her strategy was to force her entire weight onto her foe to force a submission or even pinfall victory, there was no middle ground with the woman. Silver couldn't exactly hold back on her weight like one would restrain themselves from applying full power in a submission hold.

"Of course!" Silver purred, tilting her head as she smiled, full focus on the beauty before her. Even for the usually docile Silver, the bigger girl picked up on the girls accent and somewhat unusual speaking pattern, traits that quickly changed Silver's own speaking tone in an effort to make herself understandable rather than her usual high-pitched, somewhat annoying self. Of course, as ever when simplifying oneself, there was always the issue of the other perceiving them as being purposefully insulting. Or in this case with Silver, maybe just a little slow.

"Erm...Fun match...okay? Very fun...!" Silver would stutter, even finding herself offensive given how she had just talked to the girl, as the referee signalled for the bell.

Eka wasn't quite sure how to take this. This woman's appearance was hilariously incongruous with how she spoke and her voice. Maybe it was something to throw her off? But no, it couldn't be. Eka should not have been that paranoid. After all, that was one of the reasons she had lost her way. Eka was a kind girl, a forgiving girl, and a smart girl. She was going to have to be all of those things again.

The Georgian girl bounced back a few steps, and brought her leg forward into her Greco-roman stance. Her legs were bent slightly and her arms were forward, ready to soak up any advances and hit her opponent back with any counters. The bell went off and a cheer rose from the audience. Eka took a deep breath. She was ready for this. She had to be ready for this.

Eka took a few tentative steps forward. She reached out, going for a lock up first and foremost. This woman looked quite formidable, and she wanted to test her strength out a little bit.

Whether you spent a minute or a month analysing the large girl, the result would near always be the same. She was as simple as she looked, albeit not in a bad sense. The girl hid no ulterior motive behind everything she did; her sincerity one of her most upstanding traits besides the fact that she simply could not hold a grudge.

With a smile to her face, Silver would watch as her foe simply adopted a much more professional wrestling pose than Silver herself would ever even attempt to adopt. Instead relying on her somewhat unique, yet ridiculously basic stance, Silver would part her legs as she bet, with hands either side of her hips. If this was a boxing match, she'd be open to a hook that would of left a mark and then some. Probably a reason then, that Silver was more likely to retire from wrestling altogether rather than embark on a match where the soul purpose was to beat your foe silly using only your fists.

Circling for half a second or so, Silver too would eagerly lock hands with the Georgian beauty, fingers trying to latch in between Eka's own. She would be quick to adopt her usual strategy; using her firm base to keep her ground rather than attempt to gain some, in an attempt to test her foes strength or perhaps even exhaust it a little. After all, Silver might of lacked the muscles of many a woman her size in AFW, but her size would always be a consistent factor.

Eka was not a scientist, by any stretch of the imagination. Sure, she had to take a few science classes to fulfill some credit expectations at her university, but she only learned enough to get an A. Still, she was familiar with the concept of hypothesis testing. Her theories on Silver proved to be quite correct. This woman was significantly heavier than her. Eka attempted to push forward a little bit, but pushing on the Great Wall of China would be a more fruitful task. Once more she tried to entreaty Silver into taking even the smallest step backwards.

So Eka could not overpower this woman. From the get-go she had a sneaking suspicion that it would be the case, but her doubts proved to be true. That was fine, of course. Eka was pretty strong for her size, but she rarely relied on her power to get through matches. Instead, she relied on her smarts.

The Georgian girl widened her legs so she could get a firmer base. With no warning whatsoever, she twisted her upper body, and tried to croc roll Silver to the ground. It was one of the most basic wrestling moves, but it was usually fairly effective. And Eka had finetuned her technique over the course of a hundred practice rounds...

Silver knew she had the weight advantage the moment she set her eyes upon the beauty. She was not so confident as to say though, that the match was hers. Quite the opposite in fact; now that her foe was evidently aware of her great scale, Eka would be more than eager to avoid Silver's signature strategy of simply attempting to press herself onto her foe to the point of such being unbearable.

Lacking the thickness of arms to give Eka a mighty shove one might suspect a girl of Silver's size to be capable of, she simply held her grip, somewhat eager to simply try to twist her foe in a way she could take advantage of when Eka pressed her in pursuit of her own advantage.

Silver herself was somewhat familiar, albeit not well practised at all, in techniques that one such as Eka might of implored when facing such a heavy figure. A simple tripping of the legs seemed the obvious choice. A monkey flip perhaps, had Silver been but several shades lighter. What else could there of surely been?

The answer was quickly made obvious to the bigger woman, as her head was somewhat wrenched and twisted as if it were a sponge, her body of course following through sheer forced motion. She let loose a harsh yelp as her much more technical foe ground her with ease, the control of the fight now clearly in Eka's hands as the bigger Silver merely flapped her arms in pained fashion!

Eka was pretty excited. The twist had taken a lot more out of her than she would have thought, as Silver's size was still immense. But her superior technique meant that she was off to the right start, despite the effort that it took to turn the larger woman to the ground. The more knowledgeable in the crowd politely applauded her, recognizing the skill it took to perform such a maneuver. Eka had no time to see what she had wrought, instead immediately hitting the ground to press her advantage.

This is where she belonged. In the wrestling ring, taking the fight to her opponent, getting down and dirty and doing her best. The hint of a smile curled her outer lips as Eka went down to the mat to try and accost this larger woman in a painful manner. Eka went to work, quickly trying to twist Silver's legs into a pretzel.

Figure four leglock. Her work was quick and efficient, and the sly smile totally disappeared from her face as she performed her task. The Georgian girl took no pride in hurting her opponents, and always took pains to avoid doing serious harm. Eka tried to cinch the hold in nice and tight, to prevent much of a chance of escape.

Despite it becoming something of a great occurrence given the abundance of skill and technique with the AFW ring, Silver still found herself shrieking and grunting ever single time she was brought down against her will. Simply because she was new to the technique did not make the manner of her dropping any different; Eka was half her size, and had floored her with ease. Now with her heavy chest and stomach to the ground, she found her foe quickly removing her lock on the woman, before apparently going to her legs.

Silver out of instinct found herself instantly rolled onto her back, simply because it was easier to struggle against a foe she could see, only to find Eka quickly looking for her legs.

Only, whilst Eka's skill was apparent in dropping the woman with great ease, she might somewhat struggle given the fact that she was now trying to lock in a precise technique against someone who began to roll and jostle like a child in a tantrum. Silver knew not how to turn her foes leg lock attempt against her, nor would she know of the holds weaknesses; instead she simply opted to avoid allowing Eka to lock it in, shaking and squirming near endlessly!