Eka Guramishvili vs. Lena Smelostova

"Never been better..." Eka grunted through clenched teeth. She was holding on for dear life now- the Russian girl had her fairly well secured in the hold. She hazarded a glance at the crowd and they were on their feet. Not really cheering, not really booing. Just eager to see if this match that had so much build up would be over in a second.

Eka was not going to let this one just slip away. She took a deep breath and then launched into her escape. A quick turn was enough to get her on her hip and got her shoulder up. That would make Lena have to raise her hips which would give her enough leeway to run her feet like the old timey cartoons she used to love. Her head would go under Lena's legs before she went back up. It was tricky, but if Eka could pull it off she would be in a dominant position. A Coffee Grinder, it was called. That would surely wake Lena up.

Lena had her opponent tightly locked in, and she really was confident that it would be enough. She just keeps pulling hard "Just tap out ! You will be injured". But , suddenly, as she was focused, she feels Eka managed to turn over, what forced Lena to wave up her hips and in a matter of second, her opponent was free and in a dominant position above her.
"Wow! Well done!" She lets out, surprised.

As she is in that position, she gets a defensive position on her back, protecting mainly her neck, knowing how Eka loves to get on chokes

Eka was a bulldog on the pantleg of opportunity. She smiled as Lena rained compliments down on her. She was right. It was superbly done and Eka smiled. "Not nearly as good as this will be..." Eka reached for one of the arms protecting Lena's precious neck. The Russian girl was smart in that regard as she usually went for chokes.

But this time she thought she would change it up. She grabbed one of Lena's arms and tried to pin it down to the mat. From there, if she was lucky, she could move quickly and try to put her in an Americana! That would put Lena in quite the bind...

Lena was a bit taken by surprise by Eka's quickness and she felt her arm pinned and then trapped in an americana "Owww" She lets out as the pain was here. Lena's first reaction is try to push on her feets and try to move her body on the opposite side, and as soon as she could she would try to put her free hand on Eka's neck trying to push it away , as she would still squirm to try to push Eka away "Get off me" She would yell

Eka sputtered and her eyes grew narrow. This was a rather painful hold, but the hand on her neck was also unpleasant. This had become a contest of wills as well as strength, and Eka felt like she had a lot to prove on that end. She lacked the oxygen to speak so her mouth remained closed.

But she always found actions to be considerably louder than words. She tried to pull the hold tighter still, to try and put that extra little bit of pressure on her...

This time Lena didn't manage to break the hold . On the contrary Eka start to increase the pressure considerably "ow ow ow OWWW" Lena moans and screams "It huuurts!" She yells as she hit her legs on the ground in frustration and bite her lips in pain. As Lena starts to panic, she will try to grab Eka's neck with her palm and squeeze it, hoping to make her let go

Eka wasn't sure what had come over her. But she felt like she wanted to reset this whole thing. She wanted to be standing up and facing down her foe, ready to take her on. Although she was usually a submission specialist, this felt dirty. Inelegant.

The Georgian girl released the hold and rolled away. She stood up. "Come on Lena. Let's do this right." Eka braced herself. For impact, for another round of submission fighting, whatever. The Georgian girl would be ready.

Lena slowly tries to get up. Her arms hurts a little bit, but she tries not to show it. She gets back on her feets, staring at her opponent. She knows Eka has a great momentum right now, so maybe she shouldn't rush. So the Russian girl will slowly circle around her opponent, still staring at her in a defensive position, waiting for the Georgian girl to do the first move

'Ready for the final round, Eka? Come'on! I'm waiting for ya ! "

"I was born ready." Eka charged at Lena. Somehow, this felt like the end of something. Eka could not have told anyone why, but this felt like Armageddon. Her black hair flowed as she barreled towards her Russian friend.

Baseball slide. Eka learned how to do it in the sweet Alabama heat, when she was young. It was a pretty simple move, Eka thought. Get up, then get down. Eka aimed her legs at Lena's so she could literally sweep her off her feet!

Lena started to feel a bit tired, as she was mostly on the receving end since the beginning of the fight. She was facing her opponent, when the Georgian girl suddenly attacked her by surprise by sweeping her legs on the ground "Ouch"!, Lena lets out as she loudly falls on the ground, on her back .
When she is on the ground, Lena's first reaction will be to try to open her legs to try to prevent being mounted, and try to prepare a defense from the bottom