Eka Guramishvili vs. Silver Abreu

It worked. By Jove, it worked, and the Georgian girl was totally ecstatic. One last adrenaline rush surged through her, and Eka's eyes were now wide with a mixture of unyielding hope and an abundance of opportunity. Her opponent looked dead tired. The raven haired girl could not blame her at all. At the end of the day, she was pretty gassed herself, but Eka was on top, Silver was on bottom. If anyone was in a position to bring this match to a close, it was her, and Eka fully intended to exploit that.

Moving as quickly as she could, Eka rolled off to Silver's side. It took all of her strength to roll the larger girl over, but the adrenaline boost she received from pulling off the daring counter was carrying her through. The crowd may have been cheering, or booing, or doing something entirely different. Over the course of the match, her vision had narrowed to the focal point in front of her: Silver.

The Georgian girl planted her leg between Silver's thick legs, and quickly wrapped Silver's legs in a knot. Eka then leaned back and grabbed Silver's chin, yanking it up for her finisher: the Mountain's Wrath! Her chest rose and fell; the dark haired girl was breathing exceptionally hard. She shut her eyes, not wanting to perceive anything until she heard the bell announcing her victory to the world. Eka did not even realize it, but she was gritting her teeth, she was exerting herself so much.

Tap, damn you. She thought. You were a good opponent and I really do not want to break something.

Facing eating canvas, Silver knew that just as unlikely as she was in actually winning this match, she was now just as unlikely to rise again. Panting as her own modest front concaved from the tripping manoeuvre, Silver's hands would come to her aching front, a part of her which had already obtained great punishment at the hands of the Georgian beauty. Before she was even allowed time to pat her aching body, she found herself wrapped around as if her foe was a snake, albeit one more focused on wrenching the heavier girls body every which way rather than squeeze her dry.

Choking accordingly, Silver's hand would raise out high as if reaching for an imaginary rope she saw right before her. In reality, such a thing was what felt to be miles away, Silver's own hopes of escape now resting solely on Eka tiring from the hold, or figuring out how to escape it. Given that Eka was wrenching her figure like a woman possessed, it clearly did not seem to become the former. And with Silver's wrestling knowledge as bare minimum as could be, the latter seemed just as unlikely. Hell, Silver didn't even know the name for the hold she was now baring victim to, let alone how to apply it or break free from it.

"Do you submit?"

The official righteously closing the distance, now on her knees with hands outstretched as she asked Silver, the ebony giantess shook her head at first.

"N...No....!"

She'd try for her hand to pry open that grip that surrounded her chin, but Eka's arms seemed to have morphed into stone. She'd try for a jostling of legs, but such motion was so minium, to the crowd she did not appear to move at all. All the while, her cheeks were turning a shade they had rarely turned before.

"Lara, do you submit?"

Once more posed with the question, the pain in Silver's frame was bordering on crippling. Rather than give a verbal response, not that she could with her limited breath and endlessly wrenched neck, she'd give a physical one, halting her prying attempts at the woman's hold.

She tapped.

Eka's heart broke, for a second. She heard the pained and exasperated no, and regretted applying this particular hold. This one was incredibly painful, and if she was not careful with it, she could very easily cause lasting damage. Against a girl like Silver, that was something that she really, really did not want to do. Eka blinked. How far am I willing to go to win? As far as I did against Alicia? Or will I have to go further? Her ears were desperately piqued for the sound of Silver tapping, or the ref, or the bell. When Silver jostled, she jostled back, ensuring that she maintained her hold.

And then she felt it. The graceful, gentle, warming tap. The Georgian girl relinquished the hold the second she enjoyed the sensation of her opponent hitting her arm, and rolled off of her opponent. The ref girl was coming over to raise her hand, and the crowd was cheering. But Eka did not really pay much attention to all that, instead standing up and looking down at her opponent.

"I can help you up, yes? Or I guess I will try. You are a good opponent, and I am very tired now," Eka smiled, "but I will do everything that I can. Which is all anyone can expect." Eka looked at her opponent not in pity, but with respect, as she offered her hand down to the girl.

Silver was in agony no doubt, but weirdly, she felt a sense of gratitude. Had Eka been inclined to do so, she could of put Silver on the bench for weeks, possibly months, simply by applying more pressure, or hell even keeping her lock but a few seconds more. The immediate release made Silver yelp once more from the ache, but she soon began to soothe herself on the mat, given she was no longer being tortured.

She'd turn her body onto its side as the referee made her own motions, eyes rolling to the side where she would spot Eka offering words of acknowledgement and a hand to boot.

Silver didn't feel bad. Yes, she would of preferred a win to build on her satisfying victory over 'Super American' Becky Brooke, but Eka was not the calibre of opponent one could beat on luck. She'd done well, but the fact was obvious. She was outclassed.

Taking the Georgian beauties hand, Silver would push off the canvas with her other, aware that with her staunch dense figure it was unlikely Eka could help her up solely of her own strength.

Now standing against the beauty, she'd bring her other hand to the still gripped one, patting it as a sign of respect, resisting the urge to give the girl a hug when she herself was aching like hell.

"Heh...good...good match...you deserve it..."

Eka strained under the weight of Silver, but sure enough she got her former opponent up. The veins in her neck were still popping out when the ref when the ref raised her hand in victory, and the crowd showered her with applause. This was the best she had felt in quite a while, if she were being perfectly honest. She went the distance against a girl who was more than a formidable opponent, and picked up a win.

"You too. I hope to see you again. But this time, maybe in better circumstances, yes?" Eka smiled and winked at her opponent before she started walking towards the ropes. She gracefully ducked under the top rope and began making her way out of the arena. The crowd was not chanting her name or anything, but they were positive towards her. Far more positive to her than she was to herself, usually. She nodded at them before disappearing into the staging area.

Her mind was buzzing as she made her way back to her locker room. Tonight, she had earned herself a pizza and some classical music. And that is exactly what she was going to do.

Silver couldn't help but show a teeth-filled smile as Eka hinted towards meeting up with the beauty again, as the two took in the roar of the crowd. Both women had put in a show, and in the end, that is the end goal, for any competitor. Silver did find it somewhat curious however as Eka left before her, knowing full well that the usual was for the defeated to exit first, so the victor could bask on their own. She did take into account the girls shy nature, but wouldn't think too much on it.

The moment Eka's feet had touched the ground outside the ring, Silver too would make her exiting motions, giving one final wave to the crowd, making sure she wasn't trailing so closely to Eka as to make it awkward. She may have lost, but again, she bared no ill will, neither to the victor nor herself. There was celebration to be had on Silver's account, purely on the fact she tried her best.

Winner By Submission: Eka Guramishvili