Eka Guramishvili vs. Bunny Bomber

Eka didn't quite understand what was happening. Grappling was the purest, most basic form of wrestling. To release the grapple was tantamount to admitting defeat. This Bunny girl must have been conceding Eka something to let it go. She breathed out. Maybe Bunny was giving her a shot to escape, to be a sportsman. Maybe she wanted a decent and honest match, and all her pre-match predictions had been off.

The knee slamming into her stomach silenced those thoughts in an immediate and painful way. The Georgian girl doubled over and strongly regretted exhaling as the rest of her wind was knocked out of her. She grumbled with pain. Nothing is going right, she thought as she slumped back against the corner.

Bunny's smirk widened as Eka slumped forwards, trapped with her back against the corner. As far as she was concerned, everything was going right. She had caught the Georgian off guard and had taken some of the wind out of her sails. Perfect.

The former model was quick to follow up her sudden strike. She stepped in to the side of Eka, and reached out with both arms, trying to snake them around the girl's neck. She then moved to pull her in towards herself, trying to work Eka into a tight, close headlock.

Eka felt the steam escape. It was like she was getting picked to death, and the Georgian girl wasn't enjoying this particular experience in the slightest. Then matters went from bad to worse- the model had gotten a very very tight headlock around her neck. The fight for air was beginning to get a little dire and Eka turned her head to the side to give herself some literal breathing room.

The Georgian girl thrashed against the hold. Whatever happened, she was not going to get knocked out. That was just something that would not happen to her. She jostled this way and pulled that way and bucked again the other way. All the strength she could muster was on display as she tried to escape the hold!

Bunny held on tight to Eka, her arms wrapped firmly around the girl's neck. She was holding on as best she could, refusing to let go even as the brunette thrashed and flailed against her. Eka was trapped, and Bunny wasn't going to let go until she wanted to let go!

However, she had to admit something. Eka wasn't weak at all, and the more she bucked and shook and wiggled, the harder it was for the bunnygirl to keep her hold on her. She could feel her arms loosening from around her, and with gritted teeth she tried to tighten the headlock back up, trying to wrench her arms harder around Eka's neck. She had to restrain her again before the girl could break free!

Eka felt the arms closing in tight. All her thrashing and fighting had proven fruitless. There were a few seconds were Eka felt the hold slipping thinks to her slight advantage in strength, but that door like all the other doors tonight slammed shut. The Georgian girl seized both of Bunny's arms as her airflow began to be cut off. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes were closed.

She had stopped fighting it so much. Partly to preserve some oxygen but mostly because her mind was moving too quickly to form any cogent plan of action. All in all, she just needed a second to stop and breathe, but it did not seem Bunny would be so compliant. For the moment, Eka's resistance to the hold was minimal.

Bunny's arms squeezed around Eka's neck, a devious grin on the woman's face as she held the simple headlock tight. "What's wrong, bitch?" She asked in an almost playful tone, looking down at the Georgian with a sparkle in her eye. "Not so tough now, are you? Huh?" She wrenched the girl's neck harder in her arms, taking a moment to let out a short, shrill laugh.

"You almost me worried..." she trailed off, soon growing silent again as she held Eka tight and close. She held her headlock for a few more seconds, then decided to change up her attack. She felt like she could have made the girl pass out right there, but she didn't want to win yet. She wanted to have a little bit of fun first.

Her arms began to loosen from around Eka's neck, one of her hands grabbing for the back of the Georgian's head, while the other reached for her closer arm. Then, suddenly, the bunnygirl took off, trying to break out into a short run, so that she could pull Eka along with her and send her down to the mat with a quick running bulldog!

The Georgian girl had been made to pass out before. It wasn't a pleasant experience. First there was the inky blackness slowly closing in, bit by bit, which came along with the realization there was little to nothing she could do about it. Then it hit, all at once, suddenly and mercilessly. While she was under the influence of the great oblivion anything could happen to her. Being stripped, being humiliated, being embarrassed. Here in Tokyo, anything was possible for better and worse. She felt the darkness closing in on her as the bunny girl held her.

Then, for whatever reason, she could breathe again. Maybe the ref did something or maybe Bunny felt some inkling of sportsmanship. Whatever it was, Eka was very very grateful for it. Then she felt her body being dragged forward. Uh oh. This wasn't going to be good.

And indeed it wasn't. Eka's head was bashed against the ground as she was assaulted with a perfectly executed bulldog. Things always had a tendency to go from bad to worse. She groaned as she clutched at her head.

Eka went down, and Bunny was quick to follow up. She reached out, and roughly showed the younger girl onto her back, before sliding onto her, trying to cover the Georgian for a quick pin.

She took a position atop the girl, then reached for her leg, lifting it up to hook it, and right on cue the referee dropped down, starting the early pin count.

"One...!"

Bunny smirked at the sound of the number, and looked towards Eka with glee. "Just stay down, little girl. Be smart, and don't keep fighting me, do you understand?" She asked in a soft whisper, blowing a little bit of hair from her face afterwards. "I don't want to humiliate you too bad, so just stay down..."

It took a second. That was one of the results of pain, slow response times. She had actually learned that fairly recently in her studies and had taken note of it.

TWO!!

Maybe the bunny girl was right. Maybe she should just stay down. She was clearly better, if only by a little bit. There was no shame in being a jobber if it meant that she had enough money to pursue her education. After all, that was what she was truly after. As the ref raised his hand for the three count, she kicked out. No, she was better than that. She still had things to prove to herself and to others. And she was not going to let this damned bunny girl beat her.

It didn't take long before Eka was up, and it took shorter still until she was back on the attack. This wretched woman had officially pissed her off and the Georgian girl would not abide these insults. With fury burning inside her and a complete disregard for technique, Eka launched a kick towards Bunny's chest.

Bunny couldn't help but release a grunt of frustration as Eka kicked out of the pin. She had thought for sure that the Georgian would have been done for, but she was wrong, and Bunny hated being wrong.

"Come on then..." she muttered under her breath, as she started to rise back to her feet, taking a step back from Eka to let the brunette climb back up too. She already had a plan in mind for her next attack: get behind Eka as she got up and grab her into a sleeper hold. Something simple, but after the way Eka had dealt with the headlock, Bunny had no doubt it would be effective on the girl.

Her plans were cut short, however, as Eka made it to her feet faster then Bunny had expected, throwing a sharp kick at the former model's giant chest. Her strike hit home, and Bunny let out a cry of pain, doubling forward and grabbing at her chest with both hands, momentarily leaving her open as she tried to come to terms with the stinging surprise attack.