Eka Guramishvili vs. Cecilia Northman

There were no anacondas in Alabama. The marshlands and plains of Alabama were filled with all sorts of deadly and beautiful creatures but no constrictors could be counted among them. If she had ever felt anything similar to the crushing power of the anaconda, it was here. Cecilia brought her legs around Eka's waist and began crushing her there. And Cecilia's python of an arm was still intent on crushing her wind pipe.

Eka closed her eyes. Sleeper hold defense. She racked her big brain for it. Part of her knew that she could not prevent Cecilia from cinching it in so she had to think of something, and fast. Her eyes were open again. Ok, no more grunting. No more of this pointless struggling. It was time for swift, concerted action.

The Georgian girl lowered her arm, knowing that would mean that Cecilia would have unimpeded access to that slender neck of hers. That was the plan: she twisted herself to the side, as much as she could given the present circumstances, first so Cecilia's arm would not come down directly on her windpipe, and secondly so she could get as much torque as possible when she launched a fierce elbow into Cecilia's side. That was going to hurt, sure, but there was no way it would dislodge her. What might dislodge her is something a little bit trickier. Her arms were free so she sent one of them up towards Cecilia's neck. If she could find the blonde woman's chin, she would push it up as hard as she could. That would put a ton of pressure on her opponent, and might even free her.

Cecilia held tightly onto Eka, like an anaconda that had wrapped around it's prey it was only a matter of time before she had squeezed the life out of Eka. Cecilia's arms flexed a little as they tightened more and more around Eka's neck, especially so when Eka's arm moved away from hers and it let her squeeze the woman without any hindrance. As such Cecilia'd let out a light sigh, as she'd soon feel how Eka started to twist her body yet again.

This was something that Cecilia wouldn't want though, and because of it she'd try and tighten her waist scissor hold even more to try and make it more difficult and painful for Eka to twist around much. The elbow shot towards Cecilia's side smacked in nicely, causing the blond let out a light grunt...it would however not slow the blond beauty down as she'd proceed to try and adjust her hold a bit and squeeze down even hard, attempting to close off Eka's windpipe and cut off blood supply to the girl's head.

As Eka's hand came up towards her neck the blond beauty would attempt to shy it away from Eka's hand, moving her head from side to side to pull it away from Eka's palm and try to make sure that the girl couldn't push upon her chin. " Shh~ later sweet one. After you've been softened up."

This was a tight spot. Metaphorically, of course, but literally as well. She felt a bit like Giles Corey. Unlike Giles Corey, she was not going to ask for more weight. She was going to ask for a way to get the hell out of this torturous and sapping hold. Eka already started to see the world go a bit fuzzy and prayed for some help maybe from the ref. Eka's attempt to push against Cecilia's chin met with devastating failure and Eka felt like she was running out of options.

Well, not completely. She was no heel and had never cheated before. But against such a monster she felt like there was no other choice. Eka reached up to grab a handful of that beautiful blonde hair and then stayed herself. No. If she was going to fight, she was going to fight with her head held high. The Georgian girl was not going to result to those sorts of tactics. That was unnecessary.

Staving off the long slide into ignominy did not help her now though. Eka planted her feet flat on the mat and used what little leeway she had to try and push and pull and do whatever she could to get them closer to the ropes with her legs. It was a risk, but the situation called for quite a desperate gambit. Eka's brow furrowed with concentration. Freedom was not that far away...

Cecilia's hold was locked in tight and it was now that she was going to start and drain this Eka, it wasn't going to be long before the raven haired girl had passed out and the match was over, Cecilia's eyes darted around to the moving hand which soon stopped. It right before it reached her head....the blond couldn't help but figure she got what had gone through the girl's head...and had to commend her for it a bit.

The blond beauty though soon started to feel Eka's struggles going more intense by each passing second as she tried anything she could just to reach those ropes...Cecilia couldn't help but kinda be impressed with such tenacity at the very least. Eka might not have been one of the best wrestles she had faced but she had as much heart any one of them. Cecilia let out a light chuckle as she'd ease up a little bit, giving Eka a slight window to reach the ropes.

Eka had to have been hallucinating. That is what a lack of oxygen did. The Georgian girl half wondered if her lucky break was real. It disturbing matter. Eka had a newfound opportunity to pull out a win and by god she was going to take it.

Her long struggle yielded positive fruit and Eka extended a long toned arm towards the rope. She was going to make it dammit or she was going to get knocked out in the attempt. She waited desperately for the ref to call break.

Soon enough Eka seemed to see that little window that Cecilia had left open for her, her hand reaching out and grabbing tightly onto the bottom rope and with it the ref-girl quickly went over next to them. She was about to tell Cecilia to let go of the hold, but the blond beauty would proceed to do so before the ref-girl could utter a word.

Unwrapping her arms from Eka, the blond would move up towards her feet and taking a step or two back from the downed Georgian. She'd roll her shoulders and neck for a bit before she'd start to raise her arms again, waiting for the raven haired girl to get up to her feet and get ready to get back into the fight.

In her philosophy class at college, she learned that Sartre said that hell is other people. While the merits of that particular statement warranted some doubt, Eka sure as hell knew what heaven was. It was a red rope that bounded the ring and granted her sweet release. Cecilia faded from her and the first gulp of air was as tasty as hachapuri.

She was sure no one would blame her for taking her time in standing up. The ravenhaired girl didn't dally but she didn't rush either. She needed to catch her breath and it wasn't like the blonde girl was going anywhere.

But she didn't want to waste time. The crowd urged her on almost as much as she quietly urged herself on. Eka was standing up all the way now, and looked at Cecilia straight in the eye. Her blue eyes only matched Cecilia's for a second before she tore at her. Eka launched herself at Cecilia and sought to bring her low with a daring attempt at a monkey flip!

Cecilia eyed her shorted opponent as she glared at her with those blue eyes of her, it was only a matter of time before she'd charge in at her, the blond knew that, that much was obvious to anyone...the question was how she would go about attempting to bring down the blond beauty. Of course when Eka started to rush in though, Cecilia herself would smirk, seeing her jump up like that.

The blond beauty would take a deep breath, spread her stance and brace her feet against the mat. So when Eka came at her she'd stand her ground even as the girl's weight pulled down on her. Following which Cecilia'd try and wrap her arms around Eka's waist and hug her close, hugging tighter and tighter as she attempted to turn Eka's assault into another painful submission instead, trying to lock the raven haired girl up into a painful bearhug!

Eka was not about to get squashed. She had to get something, anything, in lest she be absolutely annihilated in the match. The Georgian girl had some pretty bad losses under her belt, but never anything like the way this might shape up.

So Eka didn't let it shape up like that. Her monkey flip failed and Cecilia was bearing down on her like a, err, bear. Eka had to react and she had to react fast. The Georgian girl melted under the bear hug and tried to slip between Cecilia's legs. It wasn't the most dignified thing in the world, fine, but her stance was pretty dang wide and Eka felt she could make it.

If she could, she would wrap her two arms around Cecilia and hit her with a German suplex!

Now that she was about to grab a hold of Eka and pull the raven haired girl into a powerful bearhug, however as she was about to do so it seemed as if the Georgian girl had other plans as she quickly slipped down underneath Cecilia's arms and dove in between Cecilia's legs and slipped out behind the blond beauty.

Before Cecilia could react though the raven haired girl was able to get her arms up around Cecilia's waist. However, the blond beauty wouldn't allow it to go any further as she'd attempt and shoot her elbow back and try and smack it into Eka's head, if that didn't stop Eka from throwing her though then she'd be tossed back and slammed down shoulders first with that german suplex.