Eka Guramishvili vs. Silver Abreu

Eka got it. For a split second, she was so elated that she managed to get her legs around Silver that she forgot everything else. There wasn't a whole bunch of power in her legs, sure, but she now had Silver totally bound, and could put the squeeze on her from multiple different angles. Despite her lack of strength, her expert level technique would surely carry the day.

Only that wasn't to be. It took Eka a second to realize the truly precarious position she was in. The adrenaline was rushing so much that she did not realize the pain she was in, what with all of Silver's bodyweight crushing down on her. Her breaths became strained under the weight of the humongous woman and her eyes fluttered. Now that she thought about it, the plan was truly terrible.

But there were ways to get out of it. Eka could just roll the two back over, and that would be that. Only Silver had stabilized it now, so Eka couldn't do that. The Georgian girl grimaced. That only meant that she was going to have to double down on the hold, to try and knock Silver out. That would end this little problem really quick.

ONE!

Eka blinked. She didn't know what was going on. After all, she was winning. Silver was literally in her hands, being actively choked. How was it possible that she was about to be pinned? Then the Georgian girl wanted to kick herself. Her shoulders were being pushed down to the mat. It was a rookie mistake, and one that she could not afford at this point in her career.

So Eka let go of the hold and pushed away for all she was worth. It would take a lot to scramble away from a woman like Silver, but the Georgian girl was going with all she was worth. She was not going to take a loss this easily, over such a stupid mistake.

Silver was beginning to find herself repeatedly in situations where an attempt at a pin was the best means of escape. It wasn't the most prideful method of gaining freedom, but it was a damn near effective one. Either her foe had to release their hold on the big girl, or lose the match. Simple.

Finding herself in the rare position of quickly complying with her opponents request that Silver would so kindly remove her body weight from them, Silver used the momentum of the push to gain some distance from Eka, not only slipping from both sets of limbs but rolling so that she had just shy of a metre away from Eka.

From there, she began to slowly push herself up, albeit this time only to her knees rather than look for a full standing posture. She was beginning to tired immensely; sweat already covering the base of her forehead alongside her cheeks.

She simply prayed the girl a step away was in a similar predicament.

Eka got to her feet slowly but surely. This match was not particularly close to over, she felt, and it had already taken a toll on her emotionally, physically, and spiritually. The ups and downs of the match were really starting to get to her; just when she felt victory a mere inch away from her grasp, it slipped away. This frustrated the Georgian girl to no end. Then there was the physical aspect. Silver was larger than her by a good margin, and she had used her considerable advantage when it mattered. Silver was really wearing her down, and Eka's chest rose and fell slowly, attesting to her weary state. But there was something larger than either of those two things looming over the girl. Eka had been riding a losing streak for far too long, and that upset her very deeply. Wrestling had been fun for her, but the string of losses had brought the usually ebullient woman down. Silver was a respectable opponent, but this was a winnable match. And if she could not bring herself together here, then what was she doing here in the ring? What was she doing in Tokyo?

The raven haired girl dug her heel in. Now was not the time for self-doubt, despite how reasonable it was. The hour had come to hold nothing back, and those fearless rams on the mountainside. Her nostrils flared, and the glaring lights of the arena hung high above her. The crowd sat on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating Eka's actions. Eka took a small step forward and then broke out into a dead sprint across the canvas. The move she was about to do required more timing than physical strength, and she new Silver would be getting all the way up soon.

Right before she got to her opponent, she planted her feet and took off into the air. Her powerful jump allowed her to crest over the top of the larger woman. As she plummeted towards the white mat, she grabbed onto Silver's ample hips and tucked her head a bit. The move was called a Flying Squirrel takedown, and it was a favorite of hers. It could lead to all sorts of things, including a roll-up pin, which she went for now!

Neither woman was aware of the others current scenario regarding their wrestling record, but remarkably, both were very similar, at least in terms of current losses. But such was where similarity ended; Eka was a woman who many could see consistently improve, right up into the higher tiers where titles awaited. Silver knew for a fact that she would likely never improve; her win/loss records almost entirely dependent on the skill of her opponents. How much could it hurt a serious fighters confidence, to be beaten by a woman who would never improve; a constant mid-carder, even with a strong push?

Now on her feet, with hands to her thighs as breath was forced back into her, Silver's eyes briefly came to the canvas before she smartly readjusted. Eka had already outmanoeuvred her greatly when Silver's focus was completely on her. She didn't want to even consider what Eka could do if allowed to move about unhindered and unchallenged. As she did, she'd already find Eka in motion, luckily spotting her before she got too close.

Albeit, even with eyes latched onto her, she had no response for what the hell happened next.

Her foe heaving up and over her, aided partly by the fact Silver had yet to fully straighten up, Silvers arms that had outstretched to catch the woman instead embraced nothing but air as Eka positioned herself chest to Silvers back, facing downwards. Momentum completely on her side, Silver was nearly pulled off her feet, right back into that roll-up Eka so desired.

The crowd itself would let loose a loud "Ooooh!" in shock and praise, rarely having seen such a technical and athletic manoeuvre, let alone so effectively done on a woman with twice the stature!

"ONE!"

Silver had never seen a move like that. That much was obvious. Eka could hardly blame her, as that move was quite the rarity even among Greco-Roman wrestlers, let alone those who dared to step into the squared circle. The move required considerable athletic talent and a touch of insanity, and the Georgian girl was well and truly glad that she pulled it off. Her breast was rising and falling as she breathed hard. Eka's cardio was fantastic for the most part, but she was used to trying to throw around far lighter girls. Wrestling Silver had been a challenge.

TWO!!

And she imagined it would be a challenge still. This move had taken Silver by surprise, but she could not imagine that it was going to keep her down. The old bird seemed to have some fight in her still. Eka normally would have felt frustrated at an opponent squirming out of a pin attempt. But not here. For the first time in a long long while, she was having fun in the ring. Her opponent was doing silly things, kicking like a child during a tantrum or simply quashing her under her weight. Even through the trials and tribulations this match had brought, it was better than going against a titan like Cecilia or a cheater like Bunny.

Eka closed her eyes and smiled. Silver always seemed to be full of surprises. She wondered what she would do to surprise Eka this time.

Rolling Silver up was a monumental task in itself, but one that always payed off. Not only did Silver lack both arm and leg strength to ensure an easy kick out, but folding up a woman as curvy as Silver mostly poured her weight back onto her, creating all sorts of difficulties relating to breathing. Silver's legs were essentially over her head now; her belly folding back in on itself as she was forced to perform her best impression of an armadillo.

Silver knew for a fact that even if she broke free, her stamina would of reached a level that made such redundant. Still, being rolled up so effortlessly, in such an amazing fashion? She'd look like a complete idiot; one who might of done better if she had simply never stepped foot in the ring. And she certainly did not want that.

Inhaling deeply and holding it, Silver would try to force what leg power she did have straight up, whilst her hands held the canvas beneath her. Trying now to turn from armadillo to a jack-in-the-box, Silver's body would jerk out straight as she broke the pin; exhausted, but free! Body immediately falling flat to the canvas as she gasped!

Eka was ready. She did not expect much, but she was ready. It would have been so easy for the ref to just slap his hand down one last time, and for the crowd to start roaring, and for her name to flash on the jumbotron, signifying that she had won the match. Despite her wish, it was not fated to be. Silver exploded from her totally vulnerable position, and Eka's body shot backwards. The Georgian girl was forced to release the hold.

The raven haired girl muttered a few curses in her native tongue, with the words and the meaning only reaching her ears. She rolled away a little bit and got up. Her hand was down on the mat to stabilize her as she erected herself, and when she was all the way up her hands went down to her hips. They were both ready to spring forward, to attack Silver one last time.

"You have fought well," she bowed her head a bit, respectfully. A long strand of her dark hair fell in front of her face, and she brushed it aside. Her breast rose up and down, as she was still both tired and excited. "But I believe in myself completely."

Despite such damaging her own morale, Silver had already accepted that this match was most likely lost for her. She simply continued onward for the sake of pride, and in the effort of gaining a loss not so demeaning as being wrapped up like a Christmas present. She'd adopted some mannerisms of her previous opponent, Becky, in the fact that she continued onward with the goal of showing Eka there was more to her.

Whether there actually was, remained to be seen.

On her feet, she'd give a thumbs up and a small, tired smile to her opponents compliment, too making note of Eka's self confidence. Holding her thick sides, she'd let out a long, tired wheeze, before going for broke.

Broke being, a sudden rush forward, arms coming up high, as she tried for a surprise standing body splash on the girl! Knowing that if it connected, no matter how tired she was, she could simply press the rest out of Eka by simply sitting, or outright laying on her!

Eka dug her heels in. There were times when she needed to be immobile, like the tall mountains looming over the village of her birth. She could be when she wanted to, both in wrestling and in life. But she could also be quick, like a babbling brook, flowing around danger and then devastating her opponent with a technical assault. As Silver lumbered towards her, her mind raced with calculation. Can I stand up to her? How tired am I? Can I avoid the attack?

She hunkered down, not quite sure what to expect. Silver did not appear to have much of a strategy, but she was still big. That meant that Eka was going to have to be the brook, not the mountain. She bent her knees and showed off her lateral quickness by exploding to the left and melting around the charging woman. With great concentration, she reached up and tried to grab and hook Silver's arms behind her back. From there, she would not hesitate, sticking her legs out just enough to pull Silver back for a mat slam.

The look on her face did not smack of a happy-go-lucky girl. Her brilliant blue eyes were narrowed, and sweat made her long dark hair stick to her skin. Eka's small, yet taut muscles flexed as the raven haired girl went into motion, hoping to come out the other side with Silver in her arms and victory in her reach.

It didn't matter what state of the match it was, how tired either women was, or hell, what day of the week it was. Silver was rarely over confident, but she had absolute confidence in her figure. Eka was strong, and a nigh million times smarter. But no matter how she prepared herself, if Silver's body connected with the girl in the manner Silver intended, she was going down. She was absolutely positive.

Eka outmanoeuvring the bigger girl was another kettle of fish altogether. It was only as Eka passed to her sides that Silver sighed in frustration; the girl had been dancing around her all match. Why the hell would she change such strategy when she was starting to tire?

A combination of her lower half charging forward along with her upper half being pulled back soon saw to the bigger beauty being literally yanked from her feet, lucky enough not for her head to meet the canvas in a sickening whiplash inducing thud. Such a fact did not help Silver though, as a girl devoid of energy even when standing was now flat on her back with a toned figure pressing down.

Rightfully so, Silver feared the end.