The Last Hussar Meets the Spartan: Elma Jankowski vs. Helen Andronike

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Helen had seen plenty of women's wrestling videos to know what was commonly done here with her opponent seated in the corner. As entertaining as that would be, she figured Elma would quickly recover and body slam her onto oblivion. She then remembered a move that would deal some damage and almost do the same thing. Helen backed up to the opposite corner and then charged at full speed. When she was almost to Elma, Helen jumped, tucked, and rolled. She would attempt to slam her ass into Elma's face with a somersault senton.

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Elma was still a bit woozy from the Spartan's offense when she noticed her charging full speed at her, she was prepared for a butt in the face, and, if she was being honest, she would have welcomed it, she was bisexual, not many knew that, as it hardly ever came up, and she opted out of competing in..."that" division. Instead, Helen would preform a somersault senton, and, although still wound up with a Spartan butt in her face, and couldn't help but slightly smile. Still this was a match, and a match the Last Hussar wanted to win, so she pushed Helen aside and got up to go into a fighting stance, eager for the offense to start up again...

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"Damn this woman is a tank... I guess winged hussars were tanks back then?" Helen thought. Helen quickly came to the conclusion that her best bet was to stun her enough to slip behind her, take her back, and choke her out. Helen upped her speed to the max and bounced against the ropes, attempting to charge and hit her bigger foe with a running lariat.

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Elma, admittedly, wasn't the "quick thinking" type, she was the slow, methodical type of wrestler, so when Helen hit the turbo, she couldn't think to duck fast enough and wound up eating a running lariat and wound up hitting the canvas. Elma wondered if Helen would do the same thing she did to her: lock in a belly claw and hum her homeland's anthem, she heard that the Greece anthem had over 200 verses, so she hoped her opponent wasn't that cruel...

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Helen felt exhilarated at seeing Elma get knocked to the canvass. She quickly ran to the ropes and bounced back. When she got back to Elma, Helen jumped up and came back down with a leg drop onto Elma's chest. Helen pulled Elma to a seated position and sat behind her with her chest and stomach pressed against her back. Helen would then try to wrap her arms around Elma's throat and her legs around her torso, locking her bigger rival in a rear naked choke. If successful, Helen would hum the Greek national anthem as she squeezed her foe in her python-like grip.

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Elma was honestly surprised on how hard this little Spartan lady could hit, and was soon on the ground, and was soon met with her leg in a classic leg drop, and was soon under Helen's arm in a rear naked choke, and was blessed with the sounds of Greece's national anthem, Elma, a bit stunned, commented, "If you think I'm gonna sit here through all 200 verses, you must've lost a few brain cells in the Trojan horse..." Elma would start punching the Spartan's side, and eventually lift her leg enough to kick Helen in the head. If successful, Elma would yell out, "Poland Has Not Yet Perished!" before clubbing Helen with a flying forearm of her own!

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Helen held onto Elma for dear life as Elma struggled. She leaned in and whispered into her ear, "We don't sing the whole thing. And I won't need that many verses to lull you to sleep, love." Helen felt Elma fading. She noticed now that she was pressed against her that Elma had an incredible physique. In a straight grappling match, Helen had doubts about what the outcome would be. Elma went limp in her arms and Helen quickly called for the ref to check her. The ref raised Elma's arm in the air and let go. It dropped to the ground.

ONE!
TWO!
Helen was grinning ear to ear.

TH-NOOOOOOO!!

Elma kept her arm up and clenched her fist. The crowd went berserk and began singing about the winged hussars arriving. It was not a slow rise either. With a burst of adrenaline Elma nailed Helen repeatedly in the side with her fist. Helen then completely lost her grip when she ate Elma's boot. Helen was surprised by Elma's flexibility and fell back against the ropes. Elma rose and, as Helen attempted to rebound, burst forth and struck Helen with a flying forearm. Helen fell to the canvass flat on her back and stunned.

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Elma was impressed by the Spartan girl's moxy, sure, but, Elma had remembered what Helen had said prior to the match, and, swelling with personal and national pride, Elma knew this match had swung in her favor as soon as her forearm hit, perhaps permanently. Elma would go to the nearest corner and wait for Helen to get up on her own, and as soon as Helen faced her, she would preform her signature move, a spear called the Polish Rifle. Elma had a thought on how to end the match, but, she had to make sure Helen was in no condition to fight back...

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Helen found herself staring at the lights. It took a few moments to regain her composure. Elma could hit hard and Helen knew it. Helen needed to regain control, because even she couldn't keep taking these kinds of blows from someone as strong as Elma. Helen was curious why Elma wasn't on top of her. Helen rolled over and got to her feet. Upon turning to her left she was greeted by the Hussar's charge. Elma slammed into her stomach and speared her straight to the ground again. It felt like she was hit by a car. Helen rolled around on the ground from the impact while crying out in pain.

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The spear, a lot like the spear in Elma's entrance, was planted perfectly, and soon Helen was crying out in pain on the floor. Elma knew that, even after such a devastating spear, Helen could still fight back, as it was still very early, so Elma would drop down to where Helen had fallen and lock her head in her thighs in a headscissors, hoping to further wear the Spartan lady down...