AV 14 Dark Match: Avery Shields Vs. Eka Guramishvili

It was an impressive flying armbar, Ave couldn't deny it even as the tomboy bit back another yelp. She certainly hadn't expected to be slapped with such a potent submission hold so early, yet, her she was--struggling desperately against the Georgian while she attempted to bend her arm in ways it was not meant to bend. Aside from the pressure on her arm, Avery's fair visage also flustered from the sharp sting at the teenager's fierce pride. Eka may have relished the thought of such a swift and dominant victory over her young opponent, but Avery was still far from being out of this battle! And, it was about damn time she proved it.

Avery wasted little time, driving her free arm down sharply to clasp the wrist of her own captured and tortured limb. Managing to lock both of her arms together tightly, the fiery redhead took in a deep breath before suddenly attempting to outright heave and lift Eka right off the mat. Avery's lean figure flexed in all of its alluring might, coming once more to stand upright as the Georgian would be helplessly thrust and suspended momentarily into the air. All at once, the determined youth would swing her momentum downward, looking to drive Eka harshly right back down against the mat. Avery would allow her own weight to topple directly on top of the other girl, ensuring the pair hit the mat with a spectacular splash!

Perhaps, that would be enough discouragement for the Georgian to let up on her armbar!

Eka's eyes widened as she felt herself being lifted off of the ground. She looked around in panic and shock as she reached the apex of the impromptu slam. Avery and gravity did a number on her as she was roughly acquainted with the mat. Eka bounced and let go of the hold with pain shooting through her back and head. Eka tried to push her opponent off of her and sit up.

She brought herself to her knees and rubbed the back of her head. She mumbled some curses in Georgian as she straightened her back out. That one did quite a little damage to her. Avery must have been concealing her strength a little bit before. Eka understood the consequences of it now and her head was still ringing from the pain.

Freedom! It was a beautiful thing. Avery would allow herself to disengage with Eka easily enough after the crash landing. The fiery redhead scrambled to her feet quickly before attempting to shake the dull ache from her previously captured arm. This was hardly the time to sit back and lick her wounds, however. Eka was clearly reeling from the takedown, it was an opportunity to nail the Georgian with something awesome. Ave could hardly hide her brazen grin as the youth threw herself against the nearby ropes to propel herself with a little extra momentum. Yeah, this was going to be sexy.

"'Better hold on tight!" Ave couldn't help but offer the preemptive and teasing taunt as she prepared to take Eka down in a particularly hard way.

Charging a short distance back towards the middle of the ring, Avery sprang into the air before unabashedly throwing her hips directly into her kneeling opponent's face and clamping her thighs tightly around Eka's pretty head. Locking her ankles and securing her vise, the aerial tomboy whirled back furiously in her momentum, using her weight almost like an anchor--opposed to flipping the Georgian in your typical hurricanrana takedown. Instead, Ave would swing her opponent directly down towards the mat from her low angle, looking to plant the girl face-first into the waiting mat below with a vicious hurricanrana driver.

Eka found herself getting far too well acquainted with the mat especially this early on. She opened her eyes to find the plain white of the canvas and a pounding ache in her skull. A quick check with her hand revealed that her nose wasn't bleeding. Well, that was a good sign, at least. This match wasn't getting off to the start that Eka wanted it to and Eka screwed her face up, wondering if she was failing in front of all of the managers and organizers.

She tried to push herself up using her arms and collapsed. "Uhhh...." she groaned. The pain was too unbearable. She dug deep within herself to get up and find the power to pull to her knees once again. Ow. Pain. She blinked a few times and tried to find her bearings. Here she was in Geneva, in the mountains, at a PPV. Right. She was beginning to feel her strength come back to her.

There was no mistaking the shouts of awe that filled the arena as Avery successfully pulled off an early and hard-hitting specialty. The young redhead rolled on to her side after the fierce takedown, eager to admire her handiwork. Eka appeared to be a mess, struggling wearily against the mat. Avery assumed the Georgian actually felt even worse than she looked. The redhead couldn't hide her satisfaction; there wasn't anything wrong with having a little pride in your work, after all!

With a surge of excitement hitting the tattooed hottie, Avery bounced to her feet once more as the teenager darted over to the ropes and threw a gloved fist into air, "Wooo! I want to see you people make some damn noise!" The pumped up youth offered her encouragement, along with an attractive and confident grin, to the steadily growing crowd. She was rewarded immediately with another wonderful round of cheers and applause.

There was hope for this crowd yet!

Moving away from the ropes, Ave made another approach on Eka. Easing over to the dazed beauty, Ave would attempt to forcefully haul the Georgian back up to her feet, looking to set up her next round of punishment. She felt compelled to show the crowd some love given the circumstances of the dark match, but Ave knew she had to keep the pressure on if she wanted to secure a victory over her opponent tonight.

Eka was dimly aware of the crowd applauding and hooting and going nuts. It provided her with a sense of energy. The pain in her head wasn't enough to shut that out. But Avery was trying to get her to her feet, where Eka was more than happy to be. She had woken up, in a sense; she pushed Avery away from her after standing up, trying to gain some distance between them to try and make sure Avery couldn't follow up on her successful and mind-numbing move. Her footing was solid, if a bit improvised, and she knew she could get away with it.

Eka found her land legs and was feeling in the swing of things. Despite the pounding pain currently rocking her skull. She closed the gap between them rather quickly and wrapped her arms around Avery. She grabbed her opponent around the torso and attempted a simple belly to belly suplex. It was inelegant and forced under the circumstances but she thought it could lead to larger, and more painful, things.

"How is this for noise!" She felt a bit silly for saying such an insipid thing but it was all she could produce given the circumstances. She heaved the woman up into the air trying to bring her down onto her head for vengeance for having her own bell rung.

Ave furrowed her eyebrows, finding herself suddenly shoved by the Georgian. The gesture would be enough to force Avery to break her hold on her opponent, but the fierce teenager was hardly willing to back off that easily. Avery threw herself right back at Eka, stubbornly confident in her ability to properly overpower her reeling opponent. Unfortunately, she found her pretty eyes growing wide with surprise as Eka clashed ferociously into Ave and wrapped her in a tight "hug". Not good, it was hardly a helpful thought, but Avery generally had a good idea of what it looked like when she screwed up.

And, well, she definitely just screwed up.

Struggling briefly against the tight curves of Eka's body, a helpless cry escaped Avery lips before she found herself suddenly lifted right off her feet. None of the youth's training or discipline as a fighter could stop the imperiled redhead from flail wildly in that split-second that came before impact. Even if inelegant, Eka's form was flawless. Flung from the middle of the ring, Avery smashed head-and-shoulders first into the mat; the devastated teenager crumpled from the impact. A loud groan eased from Ave's lips as she tensed and curled, visibly distraught from the suplex. It took all of the young girl's debilitated strength just to roll over on to her back and bring both of her gloved hands to grasp gingerly at her throbbing skull.

Well, Eka got her wish. Avery's bell was certainly ringing now...

Eka let out a loud "Woo!" as she saw her opponent crumple on the mat. It was cathartic to see her move have such an effect and Eka smiled inwardly. Outwardly she furrowed her dark eyebrows and quickly considered her next move.

She moved quickly and decisively, getting around Avery in a flash and bringing herself down to the mat. One pale leg coiled around Avery's neck and the other entrenched the excruciating figure four headlock. She knew somewhere her wrestling coach was beaming with pride- this was textbook wrestling. There was a brief moment of guilt and perhaps lust with her sex so close to her opponent's face but she overcame it, biting her lips in concentration.

"This one will hurt." It was more of a matter-of-fact statement than it was a taunt or an apology. The maneuver was incredibly painful as Eka could attest to. She pulled her leg with her arm, just to give the hold that little extra oomph. Oh yes. It will hurt, very badly.

Avery was far too busy wallowing in pain to notice the determined Georgian once again preparing to bring an early end to their battle. However, there was no mistaking the soft gasp that escaped the redhead's lips as Eka's lengthy legs encircled Avery's head tightly in a figure-four headlock. With Eka's thighs flexing tightly around her youthful visage and neck, the teenager scrunched her lightly freckled face against the immense pressure that assaulted her.

"Nnnm! Okay--ugh! Wow..."  

The trapped redhead's flustered, if amusing, words were muffled heavily into the Georgian's oppressive hips as Avery found herself literally face-first in her opponent's crotch. It was silly to even waste her breath, but Ave simply couldn't help it. The tomboy knew her way around a choke hold, but Eka was once again showing off her expertise and dominion in the world of submission holds. She'd whine softly into Eka's cruel hips once more as the Georgian cranked up the pressure. Also, well aware of her compromising position, Avery's fair cheeks couldn't help but flush.

Despite the sheepishly cute gesture, Avery's despair was crystal clear as the young girl tensed and struggled fiercely while her hands came to grasp desperately at Eka's constricting thighs. Suddenly, that armbar from a few moments ago wasn't seeming like such a bad place to be...

A tattooed hand seized Eka's flexing thigh and Eka swatted it away. She was amazed that the girl was still breathing in such a constricted space. She redoubled her bulging thighs to get that tap. The crowd was responding to the vicious hold pretty intensely. Quite a few of them had left their seats to get a better view of the grappling girls and even more hollered their encouragement for both Eka and her less fortunate opponent.

"Come on...come on..." Eka whispered her encouragement Avery.

A flash of inspiration hit Eka. She rolled over, bringing her hips around and Avery with her. It would disorient Avery a little bit and discourage any more attempts to power her way out of it. Or at least, that was the intent. She brushed the hair out of her face and grimaced. There was only so much more this fierce redhead could take. The roll had gotten Eka into a mount and she was in a truly dominating position. Any more pressure, any more more force would almost knock the girl out from pain and lack of oxygen, Avery had to know that. Eka expected a tap, already relishing her victory in her head...