[Standard Match] Margarita Jorgensen (D) vs Eka Guramishvili - We Will Rock You

Match type: standard
Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout, disqualification

Eka lurked in her locker room, looking up at the screen in the corner. It was a large TV, much larger than the one that she had in her room, and she could see everything there with great clarity. The match before her was ending. Eka did not know who either of the two wrestlers were, and she was okay with that. The Georgian girl was just happy to watch them flinging themselves from one corner of the ring to the other, vying to win the match. Her heart started beating faster. Eka had already stretched out and made herself nice and limber for the match to come, and watching two fierce competitors give it all they got. It gave her courage. Her manager told her that tonight she would be facing someone who was debuting, which was not unusual given her past. But she paused and reflected on whether or not this woman would come with the intensity that these two women displayed.

Recognizing that it was nearly time to go, she walked out of the room and into the halls of AFW. These corridors had a lot of history, with a lot of unstoppable women walking down them. Hell, Eka had her own experience walking around this building, with each memory fizzing up from the ether with every step. Her matches with Cecilia and Ashura and Miriam, in which she was not equal to the task of facing down a giant. Her matches with Shiki and Vanessa, where she powered through the pain. Her match with Syd, where she lost her top. And her match with Harumi, where she made a girlfriend. Eka's pale blue eyes were vacant as she approached the staging area, not with lack of thought but with thinking too much.

She apologized after she bumped into one of the worker bees there. Eka peered around the curtain and watched as the pink haired girl make loud boasts to the Japanese crowd. They appreciated this woman's enthusiasm, shouting back their pleasure at the woman's proclamations. The Georgian girl could not help smiling a little bit. She would not be one to deny this woman's charisma. She clenched her fist. There was a lot of confidence on display here, to be sure. So Eka knew that she would have to match it with confidence of her own.

The swelling strings of Eka's intro music started up, and Eka waited a bit. She counted the beats, and then threw the curtain open.

Eka's appearance:

She waved to the people in the stands, and smiled. They were not as excited about her as they were about Eka, but that was fine. It had been a long time since she had a lot of fun in a wrestling ring in a competitive match, so she was really looking forward to the night's activities. She slipped under the bottom ring, and walked up to the pinkhaired woman, smiling from ear to ear.

"My name is Eka, Eka Guramishvili. It is very nice to meet you, yes?" Eka extended a hand for a shake.

Eka's brows furrowed a bit at the whistle she heard. She hated when the crowd sexualized her, and gave a stern look to no one in particular. Her attention then rapidly turned to the pink haired woman in front of her, who seemed to be quite pleased to have Eka as an opponent. The Georgian girl was pretty happy about the fact that the woman she was going to go up against was not some hulking monster who was happy that she got to rip Eka to bits. No, this woman seemed genuinely content to just have a good match. When Margarita started off by calling her sexy, Eka was taken aback some. She had read the forums, and knew what they were saying about her. Saying about everyone. But it was somewhat odd to have that coming from another wrestler. The rest of what she said did fill her with some hope.

"Err, yes, thank you. You are pretty, too, yes?" Eka took a few steps backwards. "I will give this match everything that I have, yes?" Eka's smile faded as her features were thrown into focus as she concentrated more. She bounced as she moved backward, wanting to feel how springy the canvas was under her feet. Her long dark hair flowed alongside her as she moved.

Her opponent for the evening crouched into a wrestling stance, and Eka found it prudent to do the same. When she looked at Margarita's face, the look of focus that she had dissipated into a slight smile. This woman had energy, that was for sure. Now it was time to see if the darkhaired girl could summon up any energy of her own to come away from the evening with a win.

The bell rung.

Immediately, Eka abandoned her wrestling stance to tear across the ring. Her hands were up to defend her face but otherwise she was all attack as she ducked down. Once she felt that she was out of the danger, her arms stretched wide as she attempted to them around Margarita's legs, going for a double leg takedown to get the match started off in her favor!

Eka had been in and around rings enough to basically know what to anticipate. If you are dealing with a high-flyer, you had to rip them from the air and then go to work. If you were dealing with a power wrestler, you had to wear them out. If you were shooting for a takedown, your face was vulnerable and you had to protect it. The Georgian girl was starting the move from far away, but she was confident enough in her abilities and her speed to think that she could get away with it. The counter to this would be a knee to the face, and when she saw that Margarita's leg had cleared the mat completely, she felt that she was safe. After all, she had her fists to her temples, and could avoid the brunt of the blow before she wrestled the pink haired girl down to the mat.

When something smashed into the back of her head, she had no idea what happened. The first reason for that was that blows to the back of the head had a tendency to cloud one's brain and greatly diminish one's capacity to think clearly. The second reason is that even if she was thinking clearly, an axe kick would have been far from anything that she expected. Eka was already crouching down, and the suddenness and power of the blow sent the ravenhaired girl down to the mat. She bounced once, her arms extending forward and out. Eka's blue eyes were wide. Harumi had rocked her world from the turnbuckle, but that had been the only other time in her life she had experienced anything like this. All the other times she had shot for takedowns, nothing like this had ever happened. For a split second, Eka was left with little recourse but to regret her decisions.

But against someone who could pull that off, it was unwise to ponder on the blow long. The facedown girl quickly turned herself on her back to face up at her opponent. This was not the ideal spot to be in, but it was better than being facedown she reckoned. She extended her legs up, trying to get her ankles about to Margarita's waist. She would then attempt to grab the back of the actress' heels, while pushing her legs down and forward. In jiu-jitsu, they called it a simple sweep. For right now, she knew that pulling it off against someone as dangerous as Margarita would be anything but simple.

It was a good sweep. Eka was more of a pure wrestler, but in her training she had picked up techniques from other disciplines. The advantage of that move was that it was quick and easy, and even if you were at a great size disadvantage it was not hard to pull off. The downside of that particular sweep was that once you pulled it off, you didn't have much control over your opponent, a fact that Eka's opponent exploited mercilessly. She winced in pain as strikes slammed into her hips. The Georgian girl wanted to sit up and take the mount, and start working her ground game from there. But the pinkhaired girl disabused her of this in short order.

Eka tucked her head to the side and pulled her legs back. The ravenhaired girl was going for a simple backwards roll to clear herself from both her opponent and the punches. That would be far from the only roll, as she kicked her legs up and over once more to purchase herself some more distance from the striker. When she bounced up, she was slightly dizzy from having rolled twice, but she did not dare linger on that at all. The fact that she had just been smashed in the back of the head was not greatly aiding her physical or mental state, but she dared not stay still. Another blow like the one she had already endured would mean that she would be down a lot longer than the few moments that she had been on the canvas.

So her decision was to take the fight to Margarita. The Georgian girl was coming nice and low again, but she was wise enough not to come straight on. Eka would try and take a few steps with her long legs off to the side before she shot forward. If Margarita was up, she was going to shoot for a single leg takedown from the side. And if she was not, then Eka was going to be a freight train that would bowl over the pinkhaired girl.

Eka's eyes were narrow, and her nostrils were flared. When she was a little girl, she had always stuck her tongue out when she was shooting for a takedown to concentrate. Her father informed her why that was a bad idea, and then painfully showed her. So she had always kept her tongue in from that point moving forward, but she never lot her sense of focus. And the footfalls came evenly and quickly...

Margarita had a point. It was a pretty good start, she had to admit. Eka was a wrestler, and she was throwing everything she had at the pink-haired girl. And the Danish woman was throwing it right back, dodging, countering, and attacking in turn. She tried not to reflect on it too much. In the long term, she had a match to win, and in the short term, she had to take this woman down to the mat so that Eka could start tying her in knots. When Margarita approached, she was initially fairly surprised, but she could deal with it. She was going to take any leg that Margarita was willing to give her. But when her knee rose from the mat, that was a catastrophe. The Georgian girl recognized what was happening, and tried to pull up out of her attack. But it was too late. Eka managed to get her head up a little bit, but she was not nearly agile enough to avoid the blow completely.

A knee slammed into Eka's chin, and immediately the Georgian girl's body went limp. Stars went around in front of her eyes. The lights swirled. The sharp roar of the crowd became a low and muddled roar. Eka did not even have the capacity to get her arms up to break her fall. In her day, she had suffered a lot of blows to the head, but she could not recall very many that hurt like that. Eka skidded to a halt, the force of her own momentum carrying her some distance, and lay there. That one hurt. The only one who could truly appreciate the effect of the blow on Eka was the white canvas below her, for the mat was the only thing that heard her low and pathetic moan.

It was only by a miracle of the wrestling gods that she clung to consciousness. She flipped herself over and then shielded her eyes from the light. The crowd were still roaring after seeing such a blow. If nothing even worse came after the blow, Eka was going to get her hands up and half close her eyes to see how well she could defend this. The winds were howling and the rain was coming down in sheets, and all Eka could do at this point was try and weather a storm of strikes.