Eka Guramishvili vs. Silver Abreu

Well, this was frustrating. Eka was a wrestler who relied on her impeccable technique and focus to win matches. There were a few underlying assumptions Eka made about her opponents when she undertook such a strategy. First, that her opponent would be about of the same size, making her strength (or relative lack thereof) irrelevant. That first assumption proved to be based on spurious reasoning more and more, and she had to throw that out the window from the get-go. The second was that her opponent would have some sort of counter-strategy, based on wrestling fundamentals and know-how.

So when she saw that her opponent was simply thrashing like a child, Eka honestly did not know how to take it. She was a poker player who calculated odds of the next card coming down the line, and knew when to hold and when to fold. To her, this woman was a beginner who was raising and calling at random, and getting every card she needed to win the pot. Eka, totally flustered, retreated and stood back up.

If she could not get this hold, no matter. The Georgian girl was always on the lookout for submissions, and she had little doubt that she could get another later on. Should she have to truly earn it, so be it. Eka was not much of a striker, meaning that the kick she was launching was probably not going to be a very good one. She did, however, launch all of her pent-up desperation behind it, so it had some force to it.

Much like the Tsunami Suzumi Ishikawa had discovered before her, Eka soon realised that even the greatest levels of skill would create interesting attempts when the Georgian beauty tried to utilize such on a girl who often turned to tantrum when threat of pain flared. Silver didn't exactly feel too embarrassed by the fact she was struggling as such. A slightly humorous escape attempt was more preferable to a limb lock, on any given day.

And such to her luck, or rather perhaps Eka's unfamiliarity with wrestling with what was essentially a sumo sized child, Silver found release.

Albeit, not without cost, as a sharp shot to Silver's chest quickly revealed.

The bigger woman's over-excited rise upwards in an attempt to gain standing only threw momentum into her foe's assault, as Eka's wound-back kick nearly sent the poor girl into a coughing fit. Now back to her side with arms clutching her beaten breasts, Silver would roll somewhat in pain as she yelped. Said roll was likely a means of dealing with the pain, but the buxom sumo wouldn't of at all complained if she found space from further assault for the time being.

Eka was happy to see that the kick hit home. Alicia would have thrown a harder and better one for sure, but under the circumstances Eka felt she could maintain a sense of pride about it. Especially because the kick dropped the woman right onto the mat. The Georgian girl took a step forward, ready to follow up on her vicious kick by binding Silver into some torturous hold.

Only to find the woman rolling on the mat over and over. Eka's attacks required timing, and concentration. It also required a certain stance from her opponent. Her game was based on counters, and guessing her opponent's moves before they had a chance to execute. How do I deal with an opponent who is literally writhing and rolling around on the mat, she thought. My old wrestling coach never showed me how to deal with this.

So Eka held her breath and took the plunge. She tried to land when Silver's face was looking up, and tried to land near her side. Should she manage to pull both of those off, Eka would go for a simple armbar. The move was not too flash, but it was a lovely means of getting the match under her control.

Silver made every attempt at making herself somewhat difficult to hold, let alone the locking in of manoeuvre that would that would make the girl outright scream. Eka already had the technical precision to bring down a girl twice her size with minimal effort; Silver sure as hell didn't want to see what her foe was capable when precisely locking to a limb.

Her foe closing the distance with something of a body drop, Silver's eyes widened as the fact became apparent that this time, no quick escape was at hand. Finding her foe to her side, she could but whine at as Eka twisted her arm for simple effect.

"Ne..No..." The bigger girl would moan in displeasure, as her free hand found it's way to Eka's chin in an attempt to uncomfortably shove the head of the beauty back somewhat. As she did so, she would aim to kick with her legs against the mat more in an effort to push her body towards the ropes. Given that she could no longer roll without wrenching her own arm further in the lock, Silver opted to try and at least make progress towards a backup escape if the push to her foes chin bore no fruit.

Eka got the hold in. Usually, this was only but a small part of the overall battle, and the Georgian girl found that to be the case here. Silver had a considerable size advantage on her, which was incredibly frustrating. The larger woman reached across the hold and began pushing her chin back. While terribly annoying, it wasn't a major threat. She could move her head around to avoid the hand, but what she could do is resist Silver going for the ropes.

The world shifted a few times before Eka finally got the message. She could not stop this woman going for the ropes. The Georgian girl yanked the hold a little bit harder, but she recognized how fruitless that was. Eka relied on wearing her opponents down before cinching in a truly devastating submission, but they were still in the incipient stages of the match. It slowly dawned on her that Silver was not going to tap to this.

So Eka decided to release the hold on her own terms. The Georgian girl got up and took a few steps back. This woman was entirely unpredictable, and her usual game could not be employed effectively. So Eka got into her wrestling stance, and tried to prepare for the worst...

Forcing herself to survive the sharp pain in her arm, Silver began to somewhat latch onto the idea that the match would effectively follow this now set routine.

Eka by no means would overpower Silver. Nor would the larger girl ever outsmart the technical mastermind. But as in many cases of life, brain beats brawn. Or more in this case, a seasoned submission wrestler beats a woman whose go-to move is but a weighty-sit down.

Reaching the ropes, Silver would hang on for dear life as a sigh of relief came across her mug. Luckily, Eka was not the cruel sort to push the five seconds given to her prior to a disqualification. Slowly, the heavier girl would begin to rise, uninjured arm pulling herself up via the ropes as the ache in her other caused her to rotate her shoulders.

Turning, she'd try to off-put her foe with a rare show of confidence. Or rather, false confidence.

"Heh...okay...real match starts now!" Silver roared, stepping forward with arms low and a side-to-side motion added, brashness showing as the girl inadvertently took on the impression of a shepherd trying to corner her sheep!

It seemed very much like this was a real match already. Eka had already expended a little energy at any rate, and was focusing like a laser, which taxed her mind. Eka was the clear winner of the early exchanges, but it was doing her little good now. Silver was back up, and bearing down on her. The Georgian girl's feet were impeccable, but it looked like that didn't matter. She was slowly but surely being backed into the corner.

Eka noted that Silver was relying on her unharmed hand to pull herself up, but it seemed effective when it was going right and left. The Georgian girl recognized that she was very quickly losing ground as the larger woman bore down on her, meaning that she would have to pull something out unless she wanted to be cornered.

The Georgian girl stepped forward, into the maelstrom. Eka was not really the most capable fighter from a standing position, so she attempted to latch on to Silver and judo throw her to the ground. Sure, Silver had a size advantage, but Eka reckoned she could win the day using her immaculate technique!

Silver might of been the definition of dim, but the larger girl wasn't so foolish as to think an opponent who could effortlessly roll her to the ground from an earlier clinch wouldn't have a few more tricks up her sleeve. Pressuring Eka into the corner, Silver determined not to be victim to another.

Closing in, the buxom girl saw a chance appear if slightly as Eka went for her arm, already turning in preparation to likely use the bigger girls figure against her and force her once more painfully to the ground. With no experience on her side in reversing such a manoeuvre, Silver would instead attempt to throw a spanner in the works as it were to what her foe suspected would be a flawlessly executed take down.

As Eka would latch onto Silver's arm, the bigger girl would respond by simply bringing her other around Eka, in something of an hold. Her arm too low for a typical embrace, Silver would instead use her weight in what was essentially a one-armed hugging of her foes thighs to lean back, attempting to bring Eka off her feet entirely and against her figure.

If all went well, not only would her foe have zero base for which to twist and pull the sumo-esque fighter, but Silver would quickly resume trying to corner Eka. Literally, by pressing her right into it!

This was unorthodox, and Eka had no way to handle it. Her attempt at a judo throw had been shut down, not through some tricky little maneuver, but through sheer grit. A hand graced Eka's thighs and prevented her from swinging Silver to the ground. She couldn't use her body weight to bring Silver low, and the Georgian girl was running out of ideas. That particular move wasn't even a main part of her repertoire...

And worse still, she was now literally backed into the corner. Her back hit the turnstyle, which was a massive signal to her to panic. Back there, on the wide open canvas, she felt like she could do whatever she wanted. But now, here, in the corner, she was a trapped animal. The mountain eagle is meant to fly around, and swoop down on their prey. Eka was a caged bird, and she desperately wanted to break out.

Eka wasn't much of a striker, but when she was in a pinch, she could cobble together a solid enough punch to get things going in her direction. The problem was, Eka was all technique- she had an idea of how to rotate her hips and how to shoot her shoulder forward. Here, she lacked those luxuries, which meant that she had to put all of her power in a few punches to Silver's side, to see how far that would get her.

It was clear from the moment the two fighters exchanged manoeuvres that any of the larger girls attempt at pulling off any successful form of offence would be built on the basis of 'unorthodox.' Sure, a woman of Eka's size would of been susceptible to a crushing of nigh any form from Silver. But if Lara just threw caution to the wind, her clearly more experienced foe would simply turn the attempt against her, likely in a way Silver couldn't even imagine.

Such explained Silver's scepticism now that she actually had cornered Eka. To the larger girl, it almost seemed too easy. Albeit, Eka's heavy jabs to Silver's soft sides quickly gave something of a desperate vibe by the Georgian beauty, one Silver was cautious to take up.

"Gh...Quit it!" Silver's chubby arms briefly came up in a small block of sorts, before opting to push through the pain to try and clinch the girl. Silver's curves created something of a natural buffer, against a woman that whilst certainly wasn't lacking in power, was evidently not a boxer in a past life.

Shooting those confident mitts up to Eka's shoulders, one hand slipping around the back of her neck, Silver would try a move that whilst was uncharacteristic of her personality, was certainly fitting her size. Taking a step back with Eka in toe, she'd try the simple manoeuvre of throwing her foe as far across the ring as she could, head and shoulders first, trying to almost make Eka flip in mid air!