Eka Guramishvili vs. Shiki

Eka's eyes expanded to the size of the moon as Shiki produced the glinting brass knuckles. She took a step back in shock. "What are you...what is..." Eka took another step back and looked at the ref. She was down and would likely stay down for a minute or two. Eka didn't sign up for a hardcore match and this just took a considerable turn for the worse.

"You...you can't..." Eka continued to stammer as she backpedaled. Eka noticed Shiki's deranged smile and it just made the situation much more dangerous. Eka felt the ropes on her lower back which served as a harsh reminder that there was nowhere left to retreat to. Eka gave one more worried look.

Ok. No ref here to help. No one is going to do anything about this but you. Eka took one step forward to give her some distance between her and the ropes. You can do this. She isn't that quick. Try and dodge. She hunkered down into her wrestling stance. She didn't taunt. It wasn't necessary. She knew she would only have a chance or two to save herself from a short nap on the mat. The worried look on her face became one of complete concentration. Eka balled her fists and made herself prepared for whatever Shiki would throw at her.

Eka's reaction was nothing if not priceless.

"Can't?... Idiot, you think I play by your rules?"

As the rockstar menacingly made her approach, Shiki couldn't help but give a condescending laugh right to other girl's perturbed face. In truth, Eka's reaction was far from surprising to otherwise jaded diva. The punkette was keenly aware of just how unfair her actions seemed. It was, however, a very "dog eat dog" world in Shiki's eyes. If it wasn't Shiki going to these lengths to win then who? Her opponents? Certainly not!
Anyone foolish enough to let themselves be limited by someone else's rules was eventually bound to be burnt by them! Shiki would fight and win on her own terms.

"I make my own rules!"

Spurned by the conviction of her own thoughts, Shiki quickly shouted an answer to her own previous question despite how rhetorical it may have seemed. The woman's brazen temperament was in full swing now and just having the bass knuckle intertwined in her fingers was enough to further emboldened the otherwise reckless rockstar. Her words would serve as her battlecry as the raven-haired punkette came in quickly and swung a fierce, hooking, punch looking to lay Eka flat on the spot. She lacked the element of surprise and there was simply no telling when the referee would recover. She didn't have the time or the patience to chase Eka around the ring waiting for the perfect moment. She only needed one shot--one solid shot!

Shiki once again fell back on the one thing she knew best--overwhelming aggression.

Shiki advanced slowly like the bad guy in a cheesy horror movie. Eka's horror was very real and every slow step raised the tension. "Eka Guramishvili, rookie wrestler at AFW, gets a concussion and a skull fracture." Or "Eka Guramishvili starts 0-3, should she quit?" The headlines would read, if she even made it to the headlines. Eka shook those thoughts away. No. All this would take is a little confidence and flawless timing. Like that wasn't hard.

Ok ok ok. Here she comes. The last few steps came far more quickly than the previous steps did. She planted her foot and swung in a a brutal looking punch. Time seemed to slow. Eka ducked as quickly as she could as the punch went safely over her head. She could have sworn she felt a zephyr over her head. The disastrous miss gave Eka an opportunity to strike back.

Eka lunged at her opponent's armed fist. She grabbed it and tried to finagle it off the devious girl's hand. With a leg sweep she sought to try and bring both of them down to the mat where Shiki wouldn't be able to get a lot of extension on punches, vitiating the brass knuckled blows that would surely fly her way.

I missed?... I fucking MISSED!?

"You're dead!"

The rockstar's rage threatened to make her otherwise pretty green eyes glow with burning emotion. As Hazel swept through the air harmlessly entwined with her fist, the punkette found herself wide open as Eka suddenly made an attempt to capture her arm. The stubborn punkette fought against Eka's hold, clenching her fist tightly to prevent Eka's attempts at disarming her. However, there was no mistaking Shiki's surprise as the punkette found herself suddenly swept right off her feet.

With her sudden loss of balance and Eka's weight threatening to crash on top of her, Shiki fumbled to break her own fall. The impact with the mat brought an uncomfortable yelp from the rockstar as the pair smacked the mat in their desperate struggle and the distinct clang of metal as Shiki's precious weapon bounced free from her grasp. The raven-haired punkette would shove and kick roughly at the young girl on top of her before awkwardly swinging a tightly balled fist up at the girl's pretty face.

Hazel was still within reach! Desperate to reclaim the weapon, the rockstar quickly reached for the brass knuckles as her fingertips danced teasingly along the weapon's metal surface...

Eka scrambled for the metal weapon and earned a weak kick for her attempt. Another rather weak blow came in but it did not hamper her efforts to go towards the brass knuckles. Eka shoved her opponent, trying to get the brass knuckles for herself. She had to get Shiki away from the savage weapon lest she get leveled with them.

One great lunge was enough to secure the brass knuckles for herself. She rolled away with the shiny knuckles safely in her hands and stood up. Good, now I can throw them out of the ring. Eka paused. Or.... The devil on her shoulder won. She slipped the knuckles on in one motion and in the next made one giant leap towards her opponent. This woman deserved whatever she had coming to her, Eka tried to justify to herself. Eka swung in a colossal punch aimed at straight at her opponent's sternum. Let's see if this doesn't shut you up.

"No!"

There was simply no way for Shiki to contain her outrage now. Not only had Eka managed to dodge the match ending punch but now the accursed brat had snatched Hazel right out from under her hand! The sight alone was simply unbearable! Scrambling to her feet, the seething punkette had only one thing in her flustered mind; she needed to get her brass knuckles back before this idiot did something foolish with them!

Shiki rushed at Eka only to find her opponent dared to take a swing at the rockstar with Hazel--Shiki's very own brass knuckles that gleamed so dark and beautifully under the stadium lights! Instinctively, the rockstar threw her hands up to guard her face, not that it would have made much difference. However, Eka's punch was aimed a bit lower; the harsh blow seemed to send a terrible shockwave of pain across Shiki's chest before seemly wracking her entire body. The punkette immediately halted in her step, wide-eyed, before suddenly hunching over to clutch her wounded chest. The pain was so great she simply did not know how to even properly react.

"... Y-You... bitch..." The rockstar would manage to hiss the words, staggering tensely and awkwardly, before her knees eventually buckled. Shiki hit the canvas hard as she writhed against the mat in an angry bundle of desperation, pain, and frustration. Smacked by her own brass knuckles! The injustice!

Hazel, how could you!?

Eka threw the brass knuckles aside. What she did made her disgust herself. The girl pushed her to a dark place. She fought a monster and became a monster. She closed her eyes. The least she could do was try to end this match as quickly as she could and try to figure out a way to expiate this sin. In the corner of her eye she noticed the ref beginning to stir. No more cheating, even if she wanted to.

"You have made me do a terrible thing." Eka addressed the punk rocker but the thought was more for herself. She blinked. OK. Time to bring this to and end. Eka jumped up and tried to bring her elbow down on the back of Shiki's head. Her opponent was bowed for now but Eka had no reason to believe that would continue. All she could do was try and bring the hammer down on Shiki and twist the woman's body into her finsher.

Eka usually had her eyes open all the time in the ring. But as she was airborne her pretty blue eyes were closed to the world. Partially out of shame and partially to prepare for the nasty knock both women were about to endure. Don't think about it. Just get through with it. Her funny bone tingled, to put it mildly, as her elbow hit its mark.

While the elbow drop certainly registered in the back of Shiki's mind, the pain seemed minuscule compared to the ache that still radiated from the punkette's chest. Every bit of the punk rocker's being screamed inside to defy the pain that wracked her body. However, Shiki's scathing emotions would not be enough to push aside her torment this time. The overwhelmed punkette could only cringe against the blow as Eka's weight further plastered her across the mat.

If Eka was really in turmoil over her decision, Shiki would have gladly traded positions with her. This whole situation would have been a lot easier if the moron had just NOT avoided the damned punch! She would have gladly busted Eka's pretty face up with the brass knuckle, scored the pinfall, and enjoy every minute of it! Fortunately for Eka, Shiki could only huff raggedly in frustration. Actually attempting to form words was simply out of the question in this moment.

The referee, on the other hand, seemed to come to life with no small amount of panic and confusion in her eyes. Her expression said it all, what the hell is going on!? The cheers of the crowd became a tidal wave of excitement as the audience could clearly sense the approach of what could be the climax of the controversial, if exciting, match.

Eka's breath was heavy and ragged. She wasn't winded. Just tired. The ref was up and looked like a trapped animal filled with panic and confusion. On the topic of trapped animals, Shiki was down and not showing a lot of signs of life. Eka stepped behind her and bent and crossed her knees. Step one of Tame The Punk was complete. Left ankle on Shiki's left knee and turn. Step two down. Now to spin and put and put her free foot in the painful little triangle she created. Step three over. She bridged backwards, wrapped her arms around Shiki's chin and pulled up

Muta Lock. Inverted Indian Deathlock Facelock. However you call it it was incredibly painful and there was very little room for escape. Eka pulled up a little stronger with both her legs and her arms, contorting Shiki's legs and neck to the breaking point.

Tap, you idiot. I don't want to break anything. At least not that much... "Submit!" She bellowed, although it wasn't going to be heard over the shouting of the crowd.

Still absorbed in her own disorientating pain, Shiki's resistance was feeble at best. However, once Eka managed to complete the muta lock, Shiki had no choice but to snap back to her senses as Eka began to pour on the pressure. Shiki couldn't help but groan as her body, and several joints, were bent awkwardly. Briefly fumbling to pry Eka's hands from her chin, the punkette desperately scanned and reached for anything that could possibly get her out of this predicament--the ropes, Hazel, anything! The strained punkette's hands found themselves only grasping blindly at the all-too-empty canvas. The gesture admittedly seemed hopeless.

With the true despair of her situation quickly sinking in, Shiki did what any cornered beast did. She freaked the fuck out! A mixture between a scream and growl escaped her lips. The rebellious young woman jerked, squirmed, cursed at the referee, and all-out threw a fit as her body railed painfully against opponent's hold. If Eka hadn't figured it out by now, Shiki was certainly nothing if not incredibly, and dangerously, stubborn.