Eka Guramishvili vs. Shiki

Eka was forced up onto her knees, eyes bleary and mind slow. Her opponent was quite a bit quicker in mind and body and came at her like a cruise missile. All of Shiki's weight and momentum was brought to bear on Eka's chest and she was sent flying backwards. It must have looked almost cartoonish with her arms flailing and her skidding to a halt face down on the mat.

Eka winced in pain. Phew. That was quite the impact. With a low groan she tried to pick herself off of the mat. Her chest defied and cried out for some sort of comfort, some sort of respite from this beating. The progress upward was stalling as she clutched her chest in pain. Get up get up get up! She is still there and she looks meaner then a ram! One big push was enough to bring her up completely and she staggered before finding both feet. She tried to blink the tears and pain out of her eyes in vain. The worried look on her face and her lack of composure made her look like a deer in the headlights, ready for a truck to slam into it.

Like a wolf tasting blood, Shiki was relentless.

The moment Eka dared to rise from the mat, Shiki was there to slam a knee directly into the blinded girl's unprotected stomach. The young rockstar quickly brought both hands to grasp firmly at Eka's hair. Shiki's fingernails raked eagerly, and almost gently, at the girl's scalp as the devious punkette found her grip. She couldn't help but beam in her own menacing--if content--way before she roughly yanked Eka towards the ropes of the ring.

"C'mon, idiot!"

Still mishandling Eka's pretty hair, Shiki would roughly tug the other girl towards the middle rope before shoving her forcefully down against it. Partially forcing her opponent's upper body against the rope itself, Shiki deliberately slipped one leg over the brunette's shoulder as she took a rather entitled seat directly on the back of Eka's neck; causing the still-blinded youth's neck to press awkwardly against the rope. Straddling the back of Eka's head, the punkette viciously let all of her weight drop--effectively attempting to choke her opponent against the middle rope.

"Ha! Where's all that talk now? 'Got nothing to say, bitch?"

The crowd once again erupted into mixture of emotion and flashing lights. The shocked referee suddenly came to life at the spectacle, immediately demanding that Shiki break the illegal choke hold. If Shiki actually cared what the referee thought, however, it obviously did not show as the punkette began to give Eka some vicious thrusts with her hips in an attempt to grind and choke the girl ruthlessly against the rope.

Threatening to disqualify the belligerent rockstar, the referee would eventually begin a five count. Unfortunately for Eka, five seconds could be a terribly long time inside a wrestling ring...

The knee elicited a crude grunt from Eka and the hands on her hand all but suggested her doom. She felt her body being pulled by manicured hands towards the rope. Before she could do anything she was being forced onto the rope and choked. All of Shiki's weight came down to bear on her upper back causing the choke to be brutal. Eka sputtered and clawed at her throat to no avail. She was stuck.

One!

Eka thrashed more violently still. The girl was gyrating on her back, grinding her neck into the throats. This caused a little bit of rope burn as well as choking her. Eka kicked her legs out, trying anything to get out of this devastating choke.

Two!

Ok ok ok. No need to panic. Eka was pretty sure this hold wasn't allowed. Her red eyes produced a tear that hit the mat with a wet plop. Concentrate. Don't worry about the fact that this is completely illegal and this girl is manhandling you by using dirty tricks. Eka tried to twist her body, to see where that would get her. Nowhere as Shiki ground her into the rope more painfully.

Three!

Two more. Two more counts until respite. But no. Eka wanted to get out of this without the ref's help. She had to prove to herself that she wouldn't get her world rocked by some cheating little punk girl. Eka shifted to the left and tried to shift all the weight she could to the right and threw an elbow as well. The move was wonky, and probably fruitless. But Eka felt she had to try.

FOUR!

There was no doubting Shiki's absolute enjoyment of watching, and feeling, Eka's suffering beneath her. The ruthless punkette beamed with a cute, triumphant, grin as the crowd continued with its loud mixture of emotions. It was almost a crime that she couldn't extend this young brats torment for a little longer. Begrudgingly, Shiki gave one last vicious thrust with her hips, and all of her weight, to punish Eka's desperate struggles before the punkette finally released the young girl from the cruel hold. Untangling herself from her prey, Shiki quickly turned away from Eka and spun on the referee--eager to express her irritation.

"Alright, alright! Shut up and get out of my way!"

With a dismissive wave, Shiki easily disregarded the referee before raising both of her arms up with a cocky gesture to further entice the crowd. It was rather clear Shiki's ego was soaring now, the young rockstar was momentarily content in basking in the glow of the flashing cameras. She would finish taking out the trash later, it wasn't like Eka was going anywhere, anyway!

Eka collapsed to her knees and clutched her throat. Her deep breaths knifed her lungs. She looked over at her opponent; Eka's face was a sanguine red, caused by a mixture of shame, breathlessness and the residual sting of the glitter. This punk was showboating on her? Did she think Eka was that much of a joke?

Eka stood up and clenched her fists. "How dare you!" Eka took one giant step forward. She could have had the element of surprise given that her opponent was more concerned with the crowd than with her. But Eka was mad. Because this girl didn't fight with honor. Because this girl cheated. Because this girl gloated and swaggered before it was over. Eka was determined to give this girl any way she could. At the moment it looked like a spear to the lower back would to the trick, as she lowered the boom and aimed at Shiki.

"Yeah, that's right! I'm the fucking best!"

The rockstar still glowed in her own haughty little way before she decided to turn and admire the damage she had done to Eka. Shiki then abruptly walked right into a freight train.

That's what it felt like, at least...

The punkette's surprised and pained gasp was loud as her opponent drilled into her abdomen--lifting Shiki right off the mat--before the pair came to crash into the canvas in an intense splash. As Eka came to settle on top of Shiki, the young rockstar would cringe gingerly against the other woman as her raven-black hair sprawled wildly along the mat. Her green eyes would do their best to blink the haze away but the punkette found the now spinning stadium lights very distracting.

Did Eka seriously just tackle Shiki while she was basking in glory!? Doesn't she have any shame!? It's downright unfair! A myriad of complaints and hypocritical injustices came to Shiki in that moment but only one thing seemed to appropriately sum up her outrage.

"... What. The. Fuck..."

Eka disentangled as much as she could and hopped up. She wiped her red and blue eyes. The last time she was this angry inside of the squared circle was long ago. She had officially, completely, totally lost her cool. Her MO would leave many people in the arena to believe that she would pick a ligament and bend it beyond recognition. But Shiki had earned her ire.

A quick jump up was enough to get her airborne and a leg out was enough to bring the pain. Bog standard leg drop, coming right up, courtesy of Guramishvili airlines. The landing was a little rough but her leg was across Shiki's body. Suck on that one, princess flashed in her mind.

Even if it wasn't glamorous, the leg drop would seem to get Eka's point across. The punkette found herself jolted by the blow as she sat up sharply, offering an assortment of colorful curses. Shiki would instinctively shove Eka's leg away desperately before the young rockstar could roll over on to her side, curling herself up along the mat as her ragged huffs of frustration became audible.

"... Stupidbitchgannakillher..."

Despite her apparent fury, it was obvious that the punkette was still winded and reeling from the spear that had previously caught her completely off guard. Painfully slumping over to her stomach, the punkette soon managed to breathlessly push herself up on to her hands and knees. When it came to fight or flight, the choice was often a simple one for Shiki--for better or worse. However, this was one time the raven-haired girl found herself deciding it was time for a tactical retreat. Shiki would half shimmy and half crawl her way across the ring as she made a desperate break for the ropes!

A look of complete disgust came over Eka's face. This woman was a craven cheater, and now she was attempting to run away. Eka could handle getting beaten, she could handle injuries but this was almost too much. She was almost ashamed that Shiki had the same vocation as her. The distance between the two belligerents disappeared with three quick steps by Eka and she grabbed her opponent's hair.

She guided her opponent into the ropes with a massive push and waited for her to come bounding back. If she wanted to make a break for the ropes, fine. But Eka would have it her way and make this ridiculous woman pay for it. Eka ran to the ropes on the opposite side and came off of them to build up some steam of her own. A few more steps was all it took for them to come together. Eka stuck her arm out and led with her left shoulder. Clothesline. High impact, brutal, and tailor made for the taunting scheming vain woman whom she was in the ring with.

Almost there! Shiki nearly sighed with relief as her hand reached out to grab the seemly taunting rope...

However, the punkette found her momentary salvation cruelly stripped away from her as Eka came to pull the young rockstar up by her hair. There was simply no stopping the pout that found Shiki's lips as she loudly protested and feebly struggled against Eka's rough grasp. Shiki had about all she could take from this insolent brat!

"Ugh, are you kidding me!? Get off!"

With a stubborn yelp Shiki found herself suddenly swung into an Irish whip. The punkette sprinted across the canvas before bounding heavily off the ropes as her momentum hurled her right back towards Eka's charging form. Shiki's green eyes were wide but there was no mistaking the sudden, predatory, glint that hinted the woman's deceitful gaze. The belligerent rockstar's chaotic gears were surely turning!
Eka's clothesline would have been spot on if the raven-haired punkette hadn't suddenly, and just barely, managed to dip under it. Despite the narrow dodge, Shiki kept up her charge though the punkette brought herself into a slight veering motion. The rockstar would suddenly careen head-on with the clearly shocked and caught off guard referee. Needless to say, Shiki would bowl the poor woman over the mat like a bulldozer.

"... Whoops?" Halfheartedly feinting her concern, the punkette examined the groaning and mostly motionless referee with a cruel smile before she turned and offered Eka an innocent shrug, "Looks like the rules in this match are about to undergo a little change."

With her typical nonchalance, Shiki bent momentarily before pulling out Hazel--Shiki's all-black, heavy, brass knuckles--from the inside of one of her buckled boots. Slipping the weapon over her fingers, the rockstar's expression immediately took on a wild and dangerous tone which only enhanced her cocky grin.
From glitter to brass knuckles, things had certainly escalated quickly... It seemed Shiki was prepared to bring a rather abrupt end to this match!