Eka Guramishvili vs. Evelyn Evans

Normal match: win via DQ, pin, submission or KO.

Eka was sitting in her locker room, not really moving that much. She had warmed herself up for the match ahead, and was collecting herself for the match ahead. The Georgian girl had built herself some momentum, and gotten herself an even record. The fact that she was proud of that made her feel a little silly, because most wrestlers here were trying to put together enough wins to challenge for a belt. But that was not the hand that Eka was dealt. For the beginning of her career, the staff at AFW had seen it fit to throw her against women who seemed like they were twice her size, and it was all that Eka could do just to stay conscious in some of those matches. She had made some hard decisions and fought some tough battle, but slowly yet surely she had clawed her way back from the edge of oblivion and finally built some momentum behind her.

The reason that she was so still now was that doubt was beginning to creep back in. She had worked her tail off to get to where she was, which is to say average. But there were a whole lot of women here who had worked even harder. They had also been blessed with larger frames and a killer instinct. As she sat there, flashbacks of championship matches flashed through her vision. Eka was not on their level. She was nowhere close to their level. The Georgian girl had been making progress, but she knew how quickly all of that progress could come to a grinding, terrible halt. Her blue eyes flicked to the corner of the mirror, where she saw a photo of Harumi. The serious look on her face became a smiley one, as the sight of her girlfriend made her feel stronger.

No, she couldn't let the doubt get to her. She stood up from her chair, and walked down the halls of AFW to the staging area. Her typical red and white garb adorned her body and turned heads in the hallways. It occurred to her that she should have an outfit that is more modest, but that was not her concern for the time being. What she was thinking about was not how small her bikini top was, but her game plan for the evening. Someone told her that she would be going against Evelyn Evans. There wasn't as much video on her as she would have liked, which meant that Eka would have to go for her typical game plan: wear them down, and go the distance with submissions.

She was standing at the staging area, and peering out through the curtain. It was a full house tonight. They were not going to be the first match of the evening, nor would they be the last. That meant that they were doing okay, but not great - which is exactly where Eka felt that she was most of the time. The Georgian girl breathed for a second, thinking about how the night would unfold. She had wrestled debutants before, and sometimes that had gone well, and sometimes that had gone poorly. Her blue eyes closed for a second, as she tried to envision a win.

The swelling strings of her entrance music heightened the tension in the crowd, and Eka dispelled it at the same time the brass came in by emerging from behind the curtain. There was a decent reaction to her arrival, and she waved at the fans as she made her way down the ramp. She slid under the bottom rope and made her way to the corner.

Let's just hope she isn't 7 feet tall, she thought.

Inside the lockers room sat Evelyn while properly securing her wrestling boots in place. She always like to take special care when arranging her outfit before a match for an obvious reason: no one wanted any piede of cloth getting on the way of her movements or even fly off, that would be embarrassing, unless it was the intended thing in that match…

Once fully slipped inside her wrestling gear she would get up, tie her hair with a bow and start some warming up routines. She always started with some strikes and kicks to the air, knee movements to loose up her limbs and then she always went for some relaxing good stretches. There was nothing that helped her put her mind at ease when nervous than stretching, maybe only cuddling with Kotaro, but he judged Evelyn needed some time to focus in the upcoming match so he decided not to join her.

When she was feeling ready she stopped her stretch session and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman who gazed back at her was a different one to the one she was some months ago. She wasn’t that new at the AFW now and all along her way she had met quite peculiar rivals, but all of them left their impression on her in the form of new lessons and experiences and some grudges, but never on a toxic way. She really felt lucky with how her career had unfolded for the moment.

Her trail of thoughts then switched to the woman she was going to face. Everything they had told her when inquiring was that her rival had an even win and lose ratio. She couldn’t care less about that though. What Red was interested about was how was this woman. It piqued her interest not knowing what kind of people she was going to challenge. Red had heard that this woman fared from Eastern Europe and that she was a pro submissionist. The Brit would need her best flexibility if it came to a submission moves contest. Just before she went backstage her phone rang inside the locker. “Oh, come on!”, she pouted while getting it open. A message from her fianceé flashed on the screen: “You’ve got this, baby. Go give them a good show. Love you.” She smiled at the phone before leaving the room.

She had something special for her entrance tonight. It was something Evelyn and Kotaro had devised themselves and the AFW staff happily approved their request. She had embraced her Bandit wrestling persona and she was going to steal the show from the very beginning. She stepped into some properly placed stairs that led her on top of the ramp structure. When her theme song started red spotlights searched for her on the ramp, but she was way up above. After some seconds of confusion the perfectly synchronized operator flashed the spotlights at her. With a dramatic pose she jumped from the structure. Thanks to a well-hiddden zipline she would get with style to the ring, striking cool poses to the public while doing so. She had her fans now that she wasn’t that new and that her matches were popular, so everyone became excited when seeing this display.

Once free from the zipline it was time to focus on the real show. She stepped inside the ring and then gazed for the first time at her rival. In front of her stood an insanely gorgeous and hot woman clad in a white and red bikini top with some tight pants and some wrestling boots. Her dark shiny hair got almost to her waist and her sapphire blue eyes looked amazing. First impressions were important, and Evelyn liked this woman already before even talking to her. Red walked to the center of the ring to meet her rival with a warm smile. “Hello there. I’m Evelyn but you can call me Red if you like. Let’s have a cool, fun match, shall we? May the best woman win!”, she finished with a wink.

Eka had been around wrestling for a while now. While there were definitely people around her who were a lot more experienced than she was, the Georgian girl thought that she understood the ins and outs of this world. As she stood in the ring, waiting for her opponent to come down, her blue eyes were focused were on the same staging area that Eka herself had just emerged from. They narrowed for a second, as the music was playing but no one had appeared. It seemed likely to her that maybe this girl had a bout of stage fright, and that it was just a question of overcoming that. Sooner or later though, she would emerge. When the spotlight diverted Eka's attention upwards, she saw a redheaded woman standing there. Her blue eyes went wide with surprise as her opponent for the evening not only ziplined to the ring, but was making poses the whole time down.

Eka was playing with her hair a bit when Evelyn introduced herself. In all of Eka's wrestling days, she had seen flashy entrances but she had never seen anything quite like that. And the cherry on top was the fact that she was pretty hot to boot. Eka was fairly confident that Harumi would be watching this match, so she did her best not to look as coquettish as she felt, but that only came with great effort and difficulty.

"That was very cool, yes? I have never witnessed anything like that before. And my name is Eka, yes? I usually go by, uh, Eka..." she finished awkwardly. "And yes, I would very much like it if the best woman won. I wish you luck." Eka stepped forward and extended her hand for a handshake, as a gesture of good will.

Evelyn smiled at her rival as she complimented the Bandit’s brand new entrance and then introduced herself. “Oh my, thank you!! I thought something flashy would catch everyone’s attention but never thought it would impress even my rival! But little piece of secret: it was bloody SCARY.” She chuckled at her own statement while accepting the Georgian’s friendly handshake. “Nice to meet you, Eka who goes by Eka! And before we start let me say that I looove your attire. Classic but elegant! And it highlights your figure...” she winked at Eka just before letting some space between them, retreating to her corner as the ref asked them to do so before the match could commence.

The bell rang signaling the beginning of the match. Evelyn started circling around her rival while adopting a guard stance. She didn’t know what to expect from this woman, she was a completely blank slate so some research was in order. One of the best ways to start a match and measure the rival was a test of strength, so the Brisith would lift her arms inviting the Georgian to lock into that hold. “What do you say, Eka? Want to start this by determinig who is stronger?” Being Eka noticeably bigger than her it was to be expected that her raw strength would be superior to hers, but she would have to try to be sure about that. It was on those early stages of the match when she still had the strength to quickly recover if she got a heavy hit so there was little to lose.

Eka chuckled a bit. She had never done such a thing before, and she would probably never do so for the exact reason that Evelyn just spelled out for her. It would be a long way down were she to take a tumble, and that was something that Eka was not willing to risk. "Yeah, it seemed very much so, but congratulations on being brave enough to do it, yes?" Eka grabbed her elbow as she spoke. What Evelyn said next made her a bit wary. While Eka very much enjoyed compliments, she was a bit wary of getting complimented here in the ring because that could indicate that Eka was in for a match that she very much would not enjoy. "Heh, uh, thanks." The Georgian girl tried to brush it off, and let looks at her figure die down.

The bell rang, and they were off. "You will not cry when you lose, yes?" Eka called out as she approached her opponent. The taunt would have appeared to be quite mean had it not been for the soft and friendly smile on her face. Her hands rose up. The gym was her friend, and she was not afraid to give it her all when it came to displays of strength. Besides, it looked like she had a bit of a strength advantage when it came to this match in particular, so she was going to seize on that for everything that it was worth. Her hands were up, and she was pushing her opponent back as hard as she could!

Evelyn smiled proudly as her rival praised her courage to pull off a flashy entrance like that. It was no secret at that moment in her career that the Bandit was one who valued a lot drama in pro wrestling, knowing the effect of a good staging in order to get the crowd’s approval and love. She really enjoyed planning that entrance with Kotaro and seeing that it even impressed her rival was one of the best rewards she could get.

On the other hand, Evelyn felt a little bit puzzled at how quickly Eka brushed off her compliments on the Georgian’s wonderful figure. She really wanted to compliment her beautiful rival and the woman seemed uncomfortable with that. Red shook her head trying to get that thought out of her mind as the bell signaled the start of the match.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, but I hope you are ready to live by that rule when you lose.” She retorted with a grin at her rival’s friendly tease. Both of them locked in a test of strength and pushed with all their mights, but seeing the two wrestlers together anyone would say that the well-built Georgian would have the upper hand if it was about raw force. And they would be right, the redhead British only able to keep up for some seconds as she felt her back bending at the strength coming from her rival. If pushed a little bit more she would just go on her back against the mat, and what a way to start the match that would be.

Eka was pushing forward now. She was not the strongest woman by any stretch of the imagination but she did work out pretty frequently. And all those hours in the gym were more than just for show, despite the compliments that she received. Eka loved the feel of Evelyn testing her might against her, she loved the feeling of two women in intimate combat. Their hands were intertwined. Their bodies were engaged. Their wills were on the line here. The Georgian girl was pushing with all the force that she had, hoping that it would be enough to set her beautiful redhaired opponent back to the point where she would have the upper hand.

It was clear from Evelyn's retort that her opponent was not quite sure what she was getting into. That was okay with Eka, as it meant that she was being underestimated. In the past, she hated being underestimated, because it meant that no one was thinking of her at all. But now she was going to use it to her advantage.

Reckoning that she had made her point clear, Eka opted not to go for strength but instead for technique. She made sure that she had a firm grip on her opponent, before going for a croc roll to see if she could twist her opponent to the ground.

It was undeniable that Eka was a strong and powerful woman. Just one look at the Georgian’s frame and one could conclude that the brunette was one of those people who worked out regularly and actually enjoyed the feeling of it. Even if Evelyn could partially relate to her it was clear that the Georgian woman had the superiority in terms of raw strength and it showed when just seconds after their test of strength began the redhead was slightly reeling back at the brunette’s efforts, but that wasn’t even the last she would receive at that moment.

Red was being overpowered by her rival but she had underestimated her rival by thinking that her bigger frame would make the Georgian go for a powerhouse approach for the match. Instead, the brunette showed how proficient and technical she could get by executing a sudden croc roll that made Evelyn lose her footing. With a yelp of surprise the redhead went down back first on the mat. It wasn’t a painful move at all but it took her by surprise, giving Eka some crucial seconds to follow up in whatever direction she wanted. For the moment the British had no other choice but to endure whatever this rival of her had in store.

Eka's long dark hair flourished about in a whirlwind as she quickly executed the moved to twist her opponent down to the ground. The Georgian girl went to that move as her bread and butter, as it was one of the first moves that Eka learned. Back in Alabama, she usually went up against boys who were much larger than her, and had to rely on her technique, which is why she learned such a quick yet effective move. She knew that somewhere her dad and her wrestling coach were immensely proud of her, and as she collected herself she hoped that she would make them prouder by stringing together a bunch of moves so that she could win the match.

The Georgian girl was moving quickly, her long hair bouncing along as she moved up to Evelyn's head. She would try to make it so that her long leg snaked behind the back of Red's head, and then moved to triangle her legs. She was going for a figure four facelock, with her crotch right in Evelyn's face. The Georgian girl was not in love with the fact that her crotch was right in the face of another woman, given that she was not one who partook in a lot of hentai matches. But as a submission based wrestler, she knew how much this particular move hurt. So she would start grinding Evelyn down, bit by bit.

It looked like Evelyn was for a very, very bad start at this match. The redhead wasn’t one to underestimate their oponents, and she liked using the first stages of every match to thoroughly assess her rival’s abilities before marking a course of action, but Eka had made a real showdown, totally pinning the British against the wall with her fierce yet technically exquisite strategy. First the Georgian showed she could easily overpower her rival in a test of raw strength but then when Evelyn was thinking that she should shift the tide to a more technical strategy her brunette rival made a couple of perfectly executed moves.

As situations were, the match looked quite dire for the Bandit right now. She was locked in a painful figure four. The gymnast’s flexibility was of no use if the submission hold was straining her neck like that. If Eka had gone for the legs, Evelyn would have been able to resist for much longer, but with this hold the redhead had to think of something fast. “Graaaaaaghh!” Groaning in pain she regreted not being able to fully enjoy the touch of Eka’s thighs and the sight of her crotch so close to her face. Huffing and puffing against the woman’s crotch, Evelyn tried to use all of her body to buck her back, making Eka lose some of her balance and trying like that to make the hold weaker so she could slip out of the submission move.