Eka Guramishvili vs. Shiki

Eka stared down at the ground. Her breaths were short and she closed her eyes, trying to fight back the nervousness. No wins in three matches might be a hole she could not claw her way out of. She looked up and a resolute, somber look appeared on her face. The locker room was nice and chilly and goosebumps covered her skin. It was from the chill in the air, Eka told herself. Her black bikini top didn't cover much but her leather pants warmed her. The black wrestling boots at the ends of her long legs were cinched nice and tight. Tight, she reminded herself, like how her game needed to be tonight.

Eka approached the entrance ramp and did her best to shadowbox her demons away. No, she was going to hunker down and put one match in the win column. She could feel it just like the electricity in the crowd. Her heart began pumping more quickly as one of the women who helped run the show gave her a nod. Time to shine or fade away. Her powerful orchestral intro blared over the loudspeakers as Eka made her grand entrance. The fans received many waves as their adoration was returned. A lucky fan at the bottom of the entrance ramp even got a high five.

Eka bounced up into the ring. Her face was still stern and resolute, showing no cracks of the wavering girl underneath it. Her opponent was a complete unknown. She prayed to the wrestling gods that it wouldn't be someone like Mariam or Ashura. Someone human proportioned, for the love of God. She brushed her long raven hair out of her face and watched the entrance ramp like a hawk.

The stage soon burst to life once more as Shiki's intro theatrics rocked the entire arena. The crowd burst into a myriad of exclamations and cheers almost immediately. The iconic rockstar, as usual, descended the walkway with her own brand of style and swagger as she moseyed her way to the ring.

It seemed Eka would get her wish this night.

Well, let's not get carried away. This was, after all, Shiki we're talking about. The egotistical punk rocker was about as far from a wish-granting fairy grandmother as you could get...

However, much like Eka, the young woman also possessed a rather impressive losing streak since her debut in the AFW. If that fact was somehow relevant to Shiki's demeanor, however, the young woman certainly didn't show it. Climbing into the ring, the punkette's cocky attitude was almost palpable. Cameras flashed and the cheers continued to pour in. Even with her less than stellar performance in the AFW so far, Shiki's fans seemed to rally behind the attractive, musical, diva. Why? Who could say what went on inside these people's twisted, little, minds. Certainly not Shiki, nor did she really care.

Settling within the ring, the punkette's black and chrome sunglasses came to finally settle on Eka before the dazzling young woman gave a simple sigh. Well, she wasn't that bad. Pretty, Shiki admitted. But was she even trying with that makeup? And did she have no fashion sense whatsoever? Honestly, standing out here with all these flashing cameras and looking like that? Ridiculous.

Well, they all can't be as fabulous as me, I suppose.

Content with her heavily jaded logic, the raven haired beauty would ease back to one of the corner post before leaning coolly along the turnbuckles.

"... Well, what are you looking at, bitch?"

Shiki, ever the charmer!

Eka shook her head at the woman standing across from her. She was quite pretty in a completely inelegant way and dear lord was she aware of it. Eka balled her fists. The woman looked like she had a lithe sort of strength to her but this match was manageable. Winnable. "I am not entirely sure." Eka's Georgian lilt was a permanent feature of her speech and shone through tonight under the lights of the arena.

The crowd went nuts for her, moreso than they did for Eka. That certainly was an ominous sign. Maybe she was better than Eka gave her credit for. She gave a nod to the ref girl to let her know she was ready. "I am Eka." Her opponent was somewhat chilly but there was no reason Eka couldn't be polite. The searing lights of the arena warmed her and the crowd murmured, ready for the upcoming tilt. She stood in the center of the ring, ready for anything Shiki could throw her way.

She steeled herself. Playtime was over. The beauty standing across from her was a professional, despite all appearances. She was to be taken seriously. Eka bounced from one foot to the next, eager to get the match started. She was desperate to see what this little punk could do.

"That's cute. I'll make sure they put it on your fucking tombstone when I'm done here."

With a flick of her wrist, Shiki's expensive sunglasses were discarded carelessly--almost on cue with the ringing of the match bell.

Sure, Eka looked fit... Okay, so, she had some impressive definition... So what!?
Shiki did occasionally make observations that weren't completely superficial. However, the cocky punkette wouldn't let that stop her.
Throwing caution to the wind, the punkette broke off into a charge. It was times like these that Shiki's seemingly delicate features could contrast so nicely with her devious grin. The rockstar would simply look to overwhelm Eka right out of the gate; Shiki would fearlessly attempt to barrel directly into young girl's impressive figure and tackle her opponent straight to the mat.

As if the scrappy diva would have it any other way. This was, of course, just the beginning of Shiki's very special brand of reckless aggression.

Eka frowned. This girl was quite the diva. This wasn't exactly the most serious work environment but this was just crude. The girl had no manners at all. Eka had to show her that she wasn't pretty enough to get away with it.

Before Eka had an opportunity to tell her off for her rudeness the bell rung and Shiki flew at her. Eka crouched down into her stance. The woman wasn't spectacularly fast and it gave Eka some time to prepare. some sort of counter. She ducked her head. So form tackle. Ok. Eka stepped aside at the last second and tried to hip toss her to the mat. Just like her wrestling coach in high school had taught her.

"H-Hey!?"

The freight train of pain that was Shiki quickly found itself... well, derailed. And in a rather spectacular fashion. The motion had seemed almost effortless as Eka turned Shiki's momentum head-over-heels, flipping the brash punkette to the mat. Shiki would smack the canvas hard with a bounce and a yelp though the young woman seemed to hesitate a moment as her green eyes blinked in a manner befitting outrage.

What the hell was that!?... And just who the hell does she think she is!?

The flustered youth scrambled to her feet almost immediately as her anger flashed over. Shiki issued a low growl as her fist balled, reeling back, as the punk rocker dared to step into Eka's range once more; this time swinging a fierce, arcing, haymaker with the intent of taking the other young female's head clean off!

That's how Shiki imagined it, at least.

"Heeeyah!" The hip toss went flawlessly and the girl splayed out across the mat. Somewhere her high school wrestling team was beaming with pride. Her opponent looked a bit more flustered and bounced up as quick as a flash before launching herself forward once again. Eka once again steeled herself, ready for another blow to come her way. Shiki planted her foot and prepared to throw a massive punch. It was telegraphed more than the Gettysburg Address and Eka saw its path clearly. She made a quick attempt to grab the incoming fist and twist it out of the way of Eka's head. If she could grab the punch it would also serve to establish wrist control and would let her set up something a bit more complicated.

Shiki's pretty green eyes would find themselves growing wide once more. Eka managed to snatch her punch right out of the air! The gesture would cause the punkette to stagger awkwardly as her opponent twisted and guided the punch with practiced expertise. Shiki's discomfort and resistance was obvious, however, the sudden interception had the raven haired youth obviously off-balance.

Whatever Eka had in store for Shiki, she was rather sure she wasn't going to enjoy it very much....

Eka twisted Shiki's arm behind her back. She had had her arm twisted in a similar fashion many times before. It hurt and left one helpless. Eka was banking on Shiki being nice and debilitated as she reached down across Shiki's neck and pulled her into a head lock. Eka's breath must have felt hot on Shiki's neck. "Are you not taking this seriously? Your pretty face might get busted up..." Eka leaned back and hit an awkward suplex. The crowd moved to their feet, ready to see if Eka could cause some pain to her brash opponent.

"G-Get the fuck--owww! Ow!"

Shiki tensed awkwardly against the other girl as her arm was cranked painfully along her back. Nice and debilitated were not characteristics often used to described the arrogant rockstar but, in that moment, this was about as close as you could get. As much as she tried to twist and pull back, the more it hurt. It was simply unacceptable! Shiki strained painfully as her mind raced.

This is getting old... really fucking fast!

Shiki had experienced her fair share of grappling and submission holds in her short career so far but this was already becoming infuriating. Eka seemed to be doing an impressive job of keeping the firebrand locked up tightly. The punkette found herself tensing sharply as the younger girl's arm came to further restrain her with a headlock. Eka's words came but before the diva had a chance to respond--oh, and believe me, she wanted to respond--she found herself swung rather suddenly, backwards, into the air. The entire ring would quake as Shiki's head and shoulders were driven to bounced along the canvas at a harsh angle. The punkette's gasp was audible as she crumbled face down along the mat.

The entire arena was spinning...