Syd Vs. Eka Guramishvili

Syd grit her teeth and charged headlong at her opponent, only to take both boots to the chest.

"Aagh!" She went down hard on her back and rolled onto her side, clutching both arms against her chest. She glared hatefully at Eka, and quickly rolled out of the ring for a breather.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

She wished the crowd would learn to shut the fuck up. She stared up at Eka while she paced around the ring, and threw up a middle finger for her. When she rounded the corner and saw Allie, she held up a cautionary finger to her. The message was clear, and the threat was clearer.

Not one word.

Allie was already tugging in her short hair in frustration when Syd came around the corner. How could this nobody be handling Syd so early on!?

She already had her mouth open to berate Syd when their eyes locked. She quickly shut her mouth and cleared the distance to Syd.

"Just get in there and kick her ass." She growled into Syd's ear as she pat her charge on the back.

Eka saw Syd roll and get out of the ring and stood up. A quizzical look spread across her face. She shot a confused look over at the ref lady, who simply shrugged. The Georgian turned back to Syd, who was pacing around the ring. It looked like the crowd shared her sentiment- many were standing up and looking at each other, not sure how to take the fact that a wrestler just left the ring of her own accord.

She found her feet and walked over to the ropes, closest to where Syd was. The Georgian rested against the top rope and she looked down at Syd. "We are meant to fight here," she gestured back at the expanse of canvas, "in the ring, yes?"

"Listen, cunt," Syd snarled back, as she held her arms out to her sides and strolled closer to the apron, beneath Eka. "We'll fight wherever I want."

Suddenly, she lunged under the bottom rope and grabbed for Eka's ankle. She yanked back to try to take the girl off her feet and drag her outside. Meanwhile, the ref had already reached a count of four.

Eka blushed a little bit. She wasn't used to girls using the word cunt. Especially when they were levied at her. Eka's chance for a rebuttal was ripped from her as a hand grabbed her ankle and yanked. She hit the mat, head first and was pulled from the ring. The darkhaired girl let out a few Georgian curses as she crumpled into a heap. The concrete floor of the arena sent pangs of ache throughout her body.

She tried to get standing as quickly as she could. Getting sent down to the floor was not an experience she wanted to have again. And Eka was ready to ensure that wouldn't happen again. At least she thought.

"Five!"

Syd backed up a step and sneered down at Eka, admiring her work. She waited until the girl was sitting up, and then charged in and threw a vicious soccer kick, aiming to slam her shin across the Georgian girl's face.

"Bitch!" She spat. "Now try all that flying bullshit."

"Six!

Eka tried to get up, she really did. The only problem was there was a shin slamming in to her face with a sickening crunch. It didn't hit her nose, which she was thankful for, but it was still incredibly painful, which she was considerably less thankful for. Her yelp of pain reverberated around the arena.

The Georgian tried to get up again, this time with a little more celerity. Getting back in the ring and away from this woman was now priority number one. The ref girl's count was slowly growing higher and going out like that was unacceptable. Eka was at a disadvantage out here, at least by her reckoning, and had to get back in the ring. She looked at Syd one more time before attempting to dive back into the ring.

Syd sneered with gleeful malice as Eka tried to scramble up and into the ring. She pulled her long white ponytail over her shoulder and stroked it while she stepped toward her. Before Eka could make her escape, Syd's hand darted out and snagged lustrous brown hair at the back of her head.

She dragged Eka back, and while holding her by the hair and the back of her pants she pulled her around in a circle before slinging her headfirst into the side of the ring.

"We are meant to fight... here?" She said dumbly, mocking Eka's accent, pointing at the side of the ring.

Eka's scalp was racked with pain as her long hair prevented her escape. Her howls of pain did little to dissuade Syd from slamming her head into the ring. Eka saw stars and the lights of the arena appeared as strobic orbs of lights a thousand miles away. She fell down on to her butt and leaned against the arena mat. The ravenhaired beauty held her aching head. She had started off so well and now the match was turning in to a nightmare.

All Eka could do was offer a weak, seated kick in Syd's direction. Just to show that she wasn't at the mercy of this contemptible woman.

Allie knew the count was coming but Syd needed way more than ten seconds to uglify Eka's stupid Georgian face. At the count of eight, Allie hopped up to the ring apron and stood directly in front of the ref, blocking her view from Syd and Eka.

"Hey, ref! You're counting too fast!" She said, meeting the ref's glare with a wag of her finger right in the girl's face!