AV 14 Dark Match: Avery Shields Vs. Eka Guramishvili

Avery would give a breathless grunt, finding herself abruptly rolled over on to her back. As if her current predicament could not get any worse, the Georgian shifted to mount the redhead forcefully to the mat with Avery's head still caught in the vicious vise of Eka's figure-four headlock. The strength in those crushing thighs was quickly becoming unbearable and her opponent's newly found leverage only made it worse. The previous belly-to-belly suplex had certainly knocked the tattooed tomboy down a peg, but she had never dreamed such a brief moment of vulnerability could lead to something as potentially disastrous as this. Perhaps, Eka had just found a particularly effective hold at just the right moment?

Whatever the case, Avery found her options quickly diminishing with each gradual squeeze of Eka's legs...

The nine-teen-year old's head pounded from the unrelenting pressure and her vision was already growing hazy. Despite her flustered state, a pang of frustration washed over the determined redhead and, with it, one hell of a burst of adrenaline. The jolt was sobering, giving Avery, perhaps, her last moment of clarity. The youth's glassy, brown, eyes caught a glimpse of the ropes just barely out of the corner of her vision--the miraculous sight was more than enough to bring the succumbing redhead back to life. She threw everything she had, jostling Eka's mount with barely enough momentum to fling her hand out to slap desperately at the bottom rope. She'd flounder for only a moment before remarkably curling the tips of her fingers tightly over her blatant savior.

The referee was--thankfully--astutely on the scene, but, for Avery, the rope break couldn't possibly come sooner...

Eka sighed and released the hold. She gently pushed Avery off of her and got up. The feeling of imminent victory slowly subsided and she put her hands in her face, partially to wipe the sweat off and partially to hide her shame from expecting victory this early. It was foolish to roll Avery closer to the ropes and even more foolish to expect to get a tap at this stage. She looked at her opponent. This was going to be a long haul and Eka would have to respect her more. The hurricanrana driver was not such a distant memory and Avery managed to exploit Eka's mistake of getting too close to a rope break.

Eka hunkered down into her wrestling stance. She initially gave her opponent a slightly wider berth, hoping Avery would come to her. "You are the first one in a long long time to get out of that..." Her tone was somewhat incredulous and there was a faint hint of admiration. Sure, going for the ropes wasn't the most bold or innovative strategy, but Avery held out longer than many others would have.

Eka crept towards Avery, looking for any weak spot she could find. Eka's hands were up and at the ready and her legs were bent. The over eager high school wrestler look would have been complete, if only she had a wrestling doublet instead of her tight leather pants and bikini top. Every small step forward was measured carefully and she was ready to spring at her opponent, should the opportunity arise...

A sharp gasp left Avery's lips once Eka's treacherous legs unraveled from around the young redhead's flushed features. Ave shifted along the mat, wearily sitting up and bringing both of her hands to grasp tightly at the bottom rope for support while the teenager panted softly in her gracious reprieve. The tomboy finally shifted up to one knee, wiping away some sweaty tresses from her face. Finally allowing her gaze to settle on her opponent, Ave would offer Eka a breathless response and a rueful smile, "Hah... Piece of cake."

The teenager's tone was clearly filled with irony as it was evident that Eka's figure-four headlock had been quite a harrowing experience. The rope break had been a stroke of good luck, Ave knew, and she hadn't exactly possessed a "plan B". The perilous thought brought an exhilarating sensation up and down the young girl's spine. Just as she had promised, the Georgian wasn't even slightly pulling her punches. Now, it was on Avery to rise up to meet that challenge. With the sweet taste of oxygen once again finding her lungs, the determined youth found her minor fatigue being anxiously washed away.

Ave figured it was about time she turned the tables in this ring!

Appearing to make her rise from the mat, Ave instead abruptly darted forward. Barreling right into Eka, the fiery redhead dropped low to the mat in a flash before attempting wrap her opponent up tight in a double leg takedown. Wrapping Eka's thighs up with trained finesse, the tattooed fighter would heave upwards--looking to lift the Georgian momentarily right off the mat--before sharply reversing her momentum and bringing the pair to crash to the mat in fierce tackle. That would surely knock the wind out of Eka's sails and give Avery some time to dish out some pain of her own!

Eka almost giggled at the piece of cake comment. It didn't seem like boasting nor was it out of place. Somehow Eka felt a little more comfortable in the ring. Avery was up and ready for action and Eka mirrored her smile. She hoped the headlock would take a little more wind out of her sails but there was nothing to be done about it. When Eka was called out she bragged that she would be as strong as the mountain and Avery was proving herself to be as resilient as one.

Eka was not terrifically surprised that Avery launched into a double leg takedown and exhaled sharply as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap aroudn her body. She quickly brought both her hands down under Ave's armpits and under her belly and sprawled over the redhead's shoulder, essentially diving out of the way. Eka struggled mightily to roll the freckled wonder over and get a mount and once there launched two rapid punches at Avery's now exposed face. The speed of the move was overwhelming and her technique in the counter was impeccable.

A black eye or two with freckles wasn't exactly the most fashionable look but Eka thought it might suit Avery. The audience roared there approval at the silky smooth move and Eka felt she was dominating once again.

Avery fumbled in the moment, clearly caught off guard by the smooth counter. Eka easily slipped from the tattooed girl's grasp as she suddenly swung her weight over Avery and twisted the teenager up in her momentum with a rough, rolling, motion. Ave scrambled along the mat, but she found Eka quickly pressing her advantage as the Georgian sat down confidently atop her--securing a mount. Avery would cringe with a pained grunt as Eka's fist came to clash harshly with her freckled visage. Well, she had earned that one. The mounted redhead was quick to throw her arms up in a proper guard to deflect Eka's second raining fist, however.

Spurred by the painful sting at her face, Avery issued a determined huff before she sat up forcefully--meeting her assailant, whom occupied her lap, nearly eye to eye. In the same motion, Ave pivoted her torso sharply and hooked a vicious, tightly-curled, elbow directly into the side of the Georgian's lovely face. Confident in skull-rattling strike, she leaned firmly into Eka's feminine curves as she tucked her gloved hands under Eka's thighs and roughly thrust the young woman to topple on to her back. Spilling over on top of Eka, the young redhead rested momentarily with her hips nestled firmly between Eka's legs before Avery would quickly shift and bear down on her opponent with an undoubtedly commanding demeanor.

They were playing Avery's kind of game now, and the fiery redhead was determined to prove it!

Spittle flew halfway across the ring when Avery's elbow collided with Eka's jaw. Eka would have been amazed at the quickness of the strike if she wasn't preoccupied with the pain and the fact that she lost her mount in spectacular fashion. Avery loomed over Eka and Eka could feel Avery's hot breath on her skin. She brought her hands up as quickly as she could to try and defend her face. For a split second, she closed her eyes; she didn't want to see whatever nastiness Avery would swing in and punish her with.

She forced herself to open them. Now was not the time for cowardice, for shying away from the opponent. No, she would greet her opponent's blows as bravely as she could in such an unfortunate circumstance. There was still some hope- after all, Eka's legs were wrapped around Avery. She began to squeeze them a little for an impromptu body scissor. Quite a few girls she had wrestled with were stronger than her, but Eka imagined that would be little solace for Avery who would surely begin to feel the pinch.

Eka gritted her teeth and braced for impact. This wasn't going to be pleasant.

Avery grit her teeth against the sudden pressure around her waist--it was a problem, but one she'd choose to ignore. She had the Georgian flat on her back, right where she wanted her. Driving her hips firmly into Eka's own, Ave would swing her weight down heavily as she slammed a one-two combination of blows down upon her opponent's head regardless of her desperate attempt to guard her face. Aside from attempting to break through Eka's defense, the gesture was deliberate for another reason; with Eka's obvious focus on protecting her head, the rallying redhead would immediately hook a fist into the softer tissue of Eka's exposed side with a fierce kidney punch.

Hoping the vicious blow would get her pinned opponent to painfully advert her attention, Ave would clash all of her weight roughly against the Georgian once more as the tattooed fighter assaulted Eka with another powerful elbow strike to the side of the head.

Eka's previous punch had left a lingering sting that still burned along Avery's cheek. It was obvious that the determined teenager intended to return the favor now several folds with her very own onslaught!

Eka's arms protected her face from the worst of the damage but the blows raining down on her stung and bruised and made sickening crunches on her arms. She didn't see the blow to the side coming and Avery's punch was surgically precise causing pain to rack her whole side. Her hands darted to the point of impact. A pained yelp began to form in Eka's mouth but the inchoate imprecation was slammed back in her throat by another crunching elbow. Well, she had expected this to be less than pleasant. Usually Eka loved being right but the pain of Avery's blows made her reconsider her position.

Many women might have succumbed to the attacks and left the waking world but Eka was determined to hold on. She grunted as she tightened her leg scissors. The pressure was beginning to reach a fever pitch and Eka strained with effort. The pain in Avery's hips must be reaching unbearable levels now. Her hands were up and ready to defend her whole body as opposed to just her face. "Come on..." She kept coming back to the simple phrase and it was slowly becoming her melody in this waltz. Her voice was quiet, pianissimo, and she didn't expect anyone other than Avery to hear it.

Avery's assault had allowed her to land some satisfying blows, but it was clear that stubborn Georgian was holding out admirably. Ave found herself panting heavily despite her advantageous position atop her opponent--thanks to the unrelenting vise of Eka's body scissor--and it was clear that her opponent was further attempting to shore up her defenses. Forcing herself into action, Avery would put her lean physique to the test once more as the youth shifted forcefully along the met. Placing both feet beneath her, the determined teenager would tightly grasp both of Eka's wrists before suddenly attempting to heave and lift the entangled pair right off the mat!

Quivering and flexing in her strain, Avery would bring herself to stand fully upright with Eka's legs still snared around her waist; the rest of the Georgian's form found itself suspended precariously into the air.

"Here we go!"

Avery gave her opponent's weight one last thrust before fiercely leaping into the air. She'd abruptly let the Georgian drop while she hastily shifted her arms to hook around her falling opponent's thighs; as if hoisting the handles of a wheelbarrow. With a spectacular splash, Avery would land sharply on her backside as Eka hammered the mat, back-first, between Avery's legs--finding herself caught in an sitout spinebuster!

After the explosive landing, Avery would wearily allow herself to sprawl backwards to lay along the mat with Eka firmly nestled within her lap. The cheer of the crowd brought a smile to the winded teenager's lips, but it was clear that the feat of strength had been accomplished with no small amount of effort from the freckled warrior.

Eka expected the rain of blows to continue. She parted her hands over her face to see why her opponent had ceased the attack. The answer was a forceful grabbing of her hands and a quick hauling up of the wrestling duo. Eka let out a surprised "What on Earth..." as she hung in the air for a second. Avery's strength was impressive, she had to admit, and she found her legs becoming disentangled from Avery as she was heaved up. Eka was then sent painfully down to the mat, back first.

Eka sat up for a second, holding her back in pain, before laying back down on the mat. She groaned. The feeling that she was beginning to lose her grasp on this match was slowly growing within her. She had to endure a bunch of body blows and now this, a sitout spinebuster. Avery looked like she wasn't going to press the attack for the time being, perhaps from fatigue, and Eka was happy to rest for a second.

The crowd was beginning to swell as they hollered their approval of Avery's move. Eka had no response other than the quick rising and falling of her chest. That one hurt. A lot.