Eka Guramishvili vs. Silver Abreu

Damn. None of Eka's punches worked, at least not the way she wanted them to. Sure, her fist graced Silver's side again and again, but nothing she did seemed to have any effect. No, she was not going to simply quit anything, but that was not to say that Eka did not have to find a different plan of attack, and quickly. Eka's back was to the wall, literally and figuratively, and that was sure as hell a place that she did not want to be.

And then Lara gave her a gift, from the heavens themselves. The larger woman offered a clinch, and that was where the Georgian girl flourished. Furthermore, she even took a step back to give Eka some room. The raven haired girl now had a canvas to work with, and she was going to paint like one of the old masters. Her blue eyes were cast downwards, and she tried to suss out Lara's next move from her footwork. What she saw was perplexing, to say the least. Eka's stance was bog standard, with her right foot farther up than her left, both shoulder distance apart. She could not discern what her opponent was going to do, not at all. It made no difference though, as Eka crouched a bit and prepared to launch into some proper wrestling.

And then her idea of the future was disrupted. Lara did not go into any fancy wrestling moves, instead opting to simply throw her across the ring. Eka was off balance and totally susceptible to the rough, if unorthodox move. She crashed to a halt at the midway point of the ring, her heart beating fast and her eyes were open with fright and pain.

Eka could honestly not believe it. She had just been thrown as if she weighed absolutely nothing, and her back exploded with pain. The Georgian girl had no recourse but to lay on the mat and groan in pain.

Had Silver been a woman clad in muscle rather than soft curves, each strike would of likely made her wince, albeit at much greater cost to Eka's knuckles. Instead, Silver was a woman soft to the touch; her layers almost acting as a buffer to rabbit like strikes. Then again, damage would simply build on damage, and sooner or later, a punch would make Silver cry. With next to no wear on Eka's knuckles.

Silver's clinch, much like her wrestling repertoire as a whole, was soft yet firm. She had her hands latched onto her foe, and surely Eka would not be escaping them easily. But then again, Silver's almost fluffy mitts were hardly crushing the skin and bone within her fingers. With a strong heave and ho, Silver found her basic yet effective throw to gain her distance with the woman, throwing Eka as if she was but a ring to a hoop.

Silver would have usually felt bad; the very idea of throwing someone in such a manner a heart-wrencher to the bubbly sweetheart. Her face showed her concern, but the majority of Silver knew that Eka didn't get to the level she was at today without taking great levels of punishment.

Quickly, Silver would lunge to the ground besides her downed foe, not to press her assault, but rather attempt something different. Bringing her soft curves to bear fully over Eka, she would press the majority of her great weight down on the girl in an pinning effort, her large chest like a gentle pillow pushing against Eka's own and her hip.

She knew for a fact Eka would break the pin. But not without having to shove two-hundred plus pounds off her first.

The lights above her were so bright. They were glaring down on her mercilessly, displaying her rank failure for the whole world to see. All the people in the audience loved it, for what that was worth. Silver's move was done off the cuff and showed a tremendous amount of strength, and the crowd loved that sort of thing. Had she been in the bleachers, she would have loved it as well. But she wasn't. Eka was in the middle of the ring, on her back, stunned yet breathing hard. The exact sequence of events that got her here were not that important. What was important was the idea that she needed to get out of here, and quick.

The Georgian girl started moving, but it was a second too late. The totality of her opponent's body mass was on her now, and Eka felt as if she had been tackled by an elephant. "Oof!" she bellowed, as the larger woman situated herself upon her tight stomach and lay there for a second. Her blue eyes bulged a bit and her mouth hung open.

ONE!

The ref girl counted. Eka recognized that as her cue to get the hell out of here, but that would not be as easy at it sounded. She hadn't taken a lot of damage, sure, but she had taken some and getting Silver off of her was going to take a considerable effort. Her blue eyes closed to the world, as she tried to concentrate her power in her legs.

TWO!

Eka pushed up, and got Silver off of her. She knew she had only a small shot to roll away, and she tucked out of that situation terribly quickly. The Georgian girl got to her feet and spun around, her legs crouched and arms at the ready, just as she had begun the match. Only this time, she was breathing awfully hard...

If there was a chance that Eka could actually succumb to the pin there and then, it would of being something around one in a million. Even then, it would of likely have been to outside interference, or Eka being injured. There was simply no way Silver was claiming victory here and now.

A fact she evidently knew, as a big smile formed on her face.

Body pressing the Georgian beauty right now as victory enough, regardless of whether she put away Eka or not. She'd not only just forced her foe to endure nigh her entire weight on top of her for a short moment, but also forced Eka to exert power in actually moving said figure.

Eka wasn't so stupid as to waste power trying to control Silver in brutish ways, such as throwing her or lifting her. But if Silver forced her to do such? She'd be gasping in no time, so the bigger girl hoped.

"Okaaay!" Roaring to herself in an effort to pump up her mindset, Silver shuffled on her knees until she found herself behind Eka, just as the Georgian beauty attempted to gain her feet. Bringing an arm around the now standing beauty, Silver would attempt to yank Eka back down to her butt; aiming for not only a exhausting headlock, but to again exert her weight. By leaning on Eka nonetheless, attempting to slightly bodypress her yet again!

Eka was aware of the woman sidling in behind her. Everyone in the arena was aware of the larger woman trying to pull off the move, even the dude in the concessions stand watching it on the shitty monitor ten or so feet away. The Georgian girl was a bit surprised she managed to get all the way behind her while she was getting up, but maybe she should not have been so perplexed. The pin knocked a lot of the wind from her sails. Silver, who lacked even the faintest hint of subtlety, was now behind her, and Eka was experienced enough to know that meant she could do basically whatever she wanted.

But she was also experienced enough to deal with lots of things that came her way. That fact would surprise most people, as few would think Eka, with her scant 20 years of life, was capable of lots of things. She could climb a mountain, write a book, and counter almost any move that came her way. Her mind raced as she braced for impact, and she thought of what would happen next. She is not the most technical wrestler in the world, but she does go for throws. Brute force, what do brute force people do? Her thoughts were as rushed as a mountain goat in heat.

Headlock, she intuited. Sure enough, a thick arm extended above her right shoulder, and instinctively her arms shot upwards to protect her neck. The Georgian girl did not react quickly enough to get her arms between Silver's arm and her throat in time going under, but she did find a way to get them over, mostly because she sank her chin down. Still, she was in a precarious position. The force binding her threatened to overwhelm her, chin and prying arms notwithstanding.

One of the beautiful things about Greco-Roman wrestling was the fact that it applied to everyone. Every single person in the world, regardless of strength or size or anything else, had a center of gravity and a weakspot. The raven haired girl began looking for both, taking a tentative step back to plant her foot behind Silver's foot to lock her leg in. With a sudden movement, Eka turned towards the foot she had planted and threw Silver diagonally as hard as she could. The counter came without warning, and a slight smile was on Eka's face. One of her many faults was pride, but she could not help feeling a bit boastful should she pull the counter off.

Simply because Silver was forced to rise with the beauty did not hinder her efforts in attempting the simple, yet exhausting move. She'd push off her own legs, using Eka to pull herself up, before she now found herself front-to-back with the Georgian, Silver's own curvy front brushing accordingly. To her luck, her determination and choice of manoeuvre allowed her to sync in the hold she was going for, her arm wrapping around Eka before her other hand saw fit to grab her wrist, locking in the headlock.

Somewhat.

With the simplest of efforts, Eka had forced her chin downwards, ensuring that not only did Silver now lose access to that vulnerable neck, but Eka was already partway between escaping the move altogether.

"Tsk...Tricky!"

Despite the hold itself going to tatters, Silver still had the benefit of having an arm wrapped around the girl, whats-more with her foes back to her. She was shoving her weight alongside the move, bending Eka over slightly, but she was hardly pressing the wind from her. Such a stance from Eka did give Silver a idea however. If the heavyweight simply hopped onto the girls back, essentially forcing a piggyback upon the beauty, Eka would finally be forced to buckle into the position Silver was aiming for. At least in her head, anyway.

"Ok...here we go-ooOWOOAAAA" Once more however, it seemed the Georgian beauties smarter fighting style had dropped the heavyweight on her ass. Literally.

Pushing off her foot in an attempt to jump onto Eka's back, Silver would be somewhat shocked as she inadvertently aided her foes counter. With no base on the ground to prevent the throw, Silver would be thrown to the canvas with a terribly loud thump, writhing on the ground instantly with her arms obviously no longer around Eka; her back and side in a world of agony!

Eka's mind and heart raced as she executed the countermove. The attack, for what it was worth, was actually fairly intricate to perform, and she recognized that even the slightest miscue would work entirely in Silver's favor. For what she lacked in technical prowess, the larger woman more than made up for in sheer size and a certain crude cunning. All in all, Eka respected that. She had to. The Georgian girl had faced down far more than her fair share of giants, and knew her power paled in comparison to them. Eka had already been thrown across the ring once, and did not want a repeat of that little action.

And what transpired was exactly what she needed. Her movements were quick and precise. Back when she was still learning the best way to go about the mat, she would close her eyes when she did a move. More than a handful of rebukes from her wrestling coach disabused her of that real quick, and Eka did not regret that learning experience. Her piercing blue eyes were wide open, and the sight was delightful; Silver tumbled down to the mat and landed with a loud thump that reverberated around the arena. In the next second, the crowd was way louder than the sound could ever hope to be, and for a split second, Eka basked in it. They were just as loud for her as they were when Silver casually tossed her to the center of the ring, which showed their appeciation of the more technical side.

But Eka could not afford to stop. In the next instant, Eka rushed forward. The Georgian girl was little more than a whirl of raven hair and a look of sheer concentration, with her heart beating so hard it nearly burst from her chest. Sweat flecked off of her as she went down to the ground, which was more of her home than the mountains of Georgia or the plains of Alabama could ever hope to be.

Once there, she planted herself on her butt and went to work. She grabbed Silver's thick arm and yanked her up into the sitting position, just like Eka. The only difference was the placement of Eka's arm and Silver's head- she tried to wrap her arm around Silver's neck and strangle her a bit in a front facelock. That would surely wear her down a bit. Eka bit her lip in concentration. It was only a few swift movements, but the best laid plans of mice and Eka often went awry.

Silver was sure that with such established technique that Eka had already undoubtedly faced women of her size. Such women would have likely been stronger, or faster, most certainly more technical, and more established than Silver.

Did she have a secret weapon of sorts to even the odds?

Not exactly. Just simple determination. That, and the inability to take a hold without squirming as if she was just forced into a timeout.

Flat on her side, Silver knew that it was not a matter of if Eka pushed her for assault, but when. And given the vast difference between the two in the technical department, Silver would nearly certainly have zero clue how to avoid said hold fluidly and quickly.

With those thin yet toned arms around her neck after being forced to sit up, Silver would gag a little before forcing her mouth closed. For a change, she'd actually noticed and figured out why Eka had assumed the posture she had; primed for not only a leg scissor addition if need be, but given that she was pinned to the bigger girls back, Silver couldn't find the distance to push back and squash the girl. Eka would simply have to hold firmly.

Frustrated, she'd kick her legs fiercely against the canvas, trying for the moment to simply shake out of it, a fruitless endeavour. Still, she'd continue nonetheless, somewhat praying that she could attempt a break for freedom or even assume control if Eka was to switch to a more brutally effective manoeuvre.

Eka got the hold cinched in. Everyone was surprised that she managed to get the hold in, most of all Eka. Her pretty fae betrayed just how astonished she was, and her blue eyes were wide. But then she concentrated again. Heart beating fast, sweat dripping from every pore, the Georgian girl went to work. She had the hold for the time being, but she knew that it was sure as hell not going to last forever.

She tried to swing her legs around and clamp them on Silver's body for what was sure to be a devastating leg scissor, but she couldn't. Silver was bouncing and moving the way a child throwing a tantrum might, and totally threw off Eka's rhythm. The crowd, for their part, loved it. The scene was downright comical. The comparatively small Georgian girl was getting rocked up and down, backwards and forwards by Silver, and just barely hanging on.

Part of Eka wanted to drop the hold right then and there. Silver was getting a lot into those half-kicks, and Eka was being jiggled real hard. It was important to pick your attack, and she knew that. But sometimes it was far more important to recognize when to let attacks go. Her more doubtful side was howling at her, telling her to let this woman go and find another means of attack.

But Eka rejected that. This is what caused her losing streak, she reckoned. She did not want to be some timid sheep, like a little white grain of sugar dotting the mountainsides of her home country. No, the Georgian girl wanted to be a ram, tough and mean and obstinate to the very last. Summoning all the gusto she could, Eka broke hard to the right, trying to reposition the two women. She would be on her back, and if she were quick enough, she could finally get those two legs around Silver's waist...

It was not the first time, nor would it likely be the last, that Silver was forced to perform such a humorous-to-watch attempt at escaping a hold in order to simply survive. She knew she needed to put in the hours to learn even some basic wrestling techniques; but such a fact that she knew months ago, and had so far made literally no progress on.

To her surprise however, Eka risked having the girl on top of her, weight baring down and all, simply for an attempt at a waist scissors. Shock keeping her quite at first, a low sounding hum of pain would spiral from her lips as those legs found themselves latched, ankles crossed in front of her gut and all.

Rather than continue with her ineffective shaking and squabbling, Silver chose to work with the position now gave to her, which weirdly enough whether Eka realised it or not, was in her favour. Suspecting Eka planned to roll Silver to her side or simply back up to a sit-up position now that her legs were latched, Silver would bring her arms wide to brace herself against that sideways push. It would give the girl behind her free range to near tear her head off with those toned arms, but Silver was willing to risk such in order to prevent being rolled on her side.

With her arms in place, Silver would push as hard as she could on her legs in an attempt to prevent Eka rolling her back up to a sit-up posture. Not only would this keep Silver's great weight upon the poor Georgian, but if she pushed hard enough, she might have held Eka's shoulders down close enough to the canvas!