Eka Guramishvili vs. Bunny Bomber

It kept going. There was some commotion behind her as one of the feckless little ref girls tried to throw Eka a line, but Bunny was having too much fun with her. Eka felt completely helpless and completely at the mercy of this awful woman. Finally, another ref girl swooped in to save her and the pain ended. The physical pain at least.

Eka curled up a little. Everything hurt. She would need a long time to comport herself and bring herself back together. This one caused her a lot of mental anguish. She thought she was so cool coming to Tokyo and wrestling in the big leagues, but her career had barely even gotten off the ground. So far she had been buried in landslide after landslide and brought herself nothing but shame. The shame became even more palpable as what must have been Bunny's foot made an appearance on her back. Eka closed her eyes.

This was a nightmare and she was dreaming. That had to be it. There was no other explanation for it. The Georgian girl was just asleep and had eaten something weird before she went to bed. She opened her eyes. No, this was real. All too real.

Eka was ready to just go home.

After spending almost a full minute with her boot in Eka's back, gloating over her victory and posing in triumph, Bunny finally removed her foot, turning away from the girl. Ordinarily, she would have took the time to brag over her victory, to rub it right in her opponent's face.

This time, though? Nah. Eka wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth Bunny wasting any more of her time on.

With proud, long steps, the model moved away from the broken Georgian, stepping right up to the ropes of the ring. She paused for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder towards the smaller woman, and smirked, enjoying her own handiwork. Then, she turned her gaze away again, crouching down and sliding under the ropes, slipping out of the ring and heading to the exit ramp.

That was a fun match, and her win felt damn good. Now, though? She wanted to get a shower and relax, and enjoy the wonderful feeling of victory.

She stepped to the ramp and began to make her way up it, heading towards the exit and out of sight of both Eka and the hateful, angry audience.

Eka finally felt like she could sit up. The woman was gone now and wasn't going to hurt her anymore. Eka sat up and held her face in her hands. Don't start crying, not now. Not while everyone can see you. You're a wrestler dammit, and it was just one loss. Eka stayed herself from the brink. She didn't start crying even if her eyes became very watery. She looked up the ramp to make sure the woman was gone and stood up. The Georgian girl was hurting. There was a very well trained medical staff here at AFW, and Eka would surely have to check in with them.

As the Georgian girl walked back up the ramp, she considered hiding her face. She was ashamed. More ashamed than she had been in a long long time. She was disappointed with herself and not in a good place mentally. In the days ahead, she would be asking herself a lot of questions about who she was and what she wanted. It sucked, everything about tonight.

The crowd had begun filing out by the time Eka had made it to the top of the ramp. It was over for them too. The Georgian girl paused at the top of the ramp and looked down at the ring again. She shook her head and disappeared into the staging area.

Bunny Bomber wins via submission.