AV 14 Dark Match: Avery Shields Vs. Eka Guramishvili

The roar of the crowd was absolutely electrifying. The fiery redhead staggered momentarily from the powerful motion of her punch, but fought stubbornly and successfully for her bearings. Wiping away her sweat-stained hair, Avery couldn't help but give the audience a cute grin as the their adulation helped to wash away her fatigue--it was a truly magical sensation. She'd reward the cheering fans with a confident flex of her bicep and an encouraging wink, which, of course, only made the cheers increase in intensity.

Avery knew that she couldn't afford to go overboard with celebrations just yet, however, even if she had nearly knocked the Georgian's block off with her last punch.

This was precisely the kind of moment they had both been battling fiercely for and, now, Ave was the only left standing to capitalize on it. "Let's do this," the determined words left her lips just before Ave went to work. She'd firmly mount her fallen opponent to the mat. Obviously, a pin was out of the question given the stipulations of the match, but Avery, admittedly, wouldn't have gone for such a mundane conclusion to such a thrilling battle, regardless.

"Are you ready for this, Peaches?" There was a slight edge to the otherwise hushed and teasing taunt, but she'd hardly wait for any kind of actual response.

Instead, the fiery redhead seized Eka tightly and went into a spin--rolling over to lay on her back while pulling Eka to settle atop of her. The tattooed tomboy embraced her opponent firmly before she shifted the capable clutches of her legs. Instead of scissoring Eka's waist, Ave's thighs clamped higher on the Georgian's torso, just below her armpits, and began to apply a crushing amount of pressure on her opponent's ribs. Seamlessly extending both of her arms, Ave would reach around Eka and clasp her hands together behind her own raised knees before securing a firm "s-grip". She'd complete the devastating hold--a scorpion rib crush--by hugging Eka downward, firmly with her arms, while simultaneously crushing her opponent's upper torso against the intense, rising, force of her thrusting hips and crushing thighs.

She was bundled almost intimately, face-to-face, with the Georgian now. Her lean physique continued to clinch and unleash an utterly ruthless amount of pressure on the young girl's engulfed ribs. Though Ave's finesse would be apparent, her hold was certainly not a sophisticated chokehold or a graceful joint lock. It was sheer and brutal force used with keen precision--and likely pure agony for her unfortunate opponent. Ave stoically shut out the surging torrent of her emotions and focused intently on one single thing: pulverizing Eka into complete submission.

Eka felt her opponent mount her and expected her to twist up one of her joints or secure some choke that slowly ground her down into tapping. Instead Avery rolled both of them over so that Eka was on top. Too confused and too dazed to do anything Eka offered little resistance. Similarly Avery found no objections to maneuvering her strong legs around Eka's body. Eka wished to never be called Peaches again but wasn't in much of a position as the legs binding her wouldn't allow it.

Eka's face was pure anguish and the redhead had a front row seat. The powerful legs wrapping around Eka's torso were beginning to squeeze the life out of her and Eka desperately looked around for some escape. Eka felt a pair of hands on her head reminding her that escape wasn't terribly likely and a quiet panic began to set in. This might have been it...

She pushed against Avery's legs, against Avery's chest, against anything she could to try and get out of the torturous hold. The pain was excruciating and Eka's oxygen supply was not-so-slowly diminishing- Eka sent a few weak punches into Avery's side to try and get out of it. The fans surely enjoyed Eka wiggling her hips again to try and find an escape.

She was throwing the kitchen sink at Avery to try and get out of it. The pained expression on her face might let Avery in on the fact that Eka's doubt were weighing heavy on her mind and Eka gave one last final push as a gambit to reclaim her freedom...

Eka's struggles did little to discourage the fiery redhead. It was clear that the Georgian's punches lacked the strength and leverage necessary to cause Ave much harm due to the combination of their tight proximity and Eka's waning stamina. As her opponent tried everything in her power to pull herself free from the crushing hold, Avery intently rewarded Eka's efforts by intensifying her vise-like grip on the blue-eyed girl's ribs.

However, Avery's growing anticipation quickly shifted into desperation as it became clear the tough-as-nails Georgian wasn't willing to simply give up despite her dire predicament. Eka's despair was obvious, even if she struggled stubbornly, but Ave's instincts simply refused to allow her to hold anything back during such a decisive moment. A low cry of frustration soon left the teenager's lip as her entire body craned and flexed against Eka with all of its ferocious might. She felt her legs begin to tremble against their own intensive strain, but the determined youth remained absolutely relentless.

Her skilled opponent had nearly driven Ave to the brink with her submission prowess, however, the spirited redhead had endured and struck back hard when it seemed to count the most. Ave wanted to believe--had to believe--that this was her moment. She wouldn't dare let it slip from her fingers now!

Eka felt the doom crushing her. She was doing everything she could to get out of the hold. Her fists were flying, her arms were pushing and she was squirming and moving for all she was worth. And all she was worth was not quite good enough to get her out from between Avery's legs. Eka closed her eyes. The sweat rolling off of her fell onto Avery's tight tummy. She was looking for any reason not to tap any way to get out of it.

And she was coming up empty. The Georgian had given Avery her all and that earned her this crushing painful hold. Eka had sworn she would not be defeated and might have to break that promise. She opened her big blue eyes again. One more squirm, one more weak punch, one more push and still nothing. Eka's moans of pain were becoming pathetic.

And Eka tapped her hand against the side of Avery's body. Here, in front of a now full crowd at Avalanche, Eka had to give up. She was running out of air and running out of tolerance for pain. It was painful to go down like this. But she had punched and thrown and secured submissions and come up short. Her taps became desperate and panicked now, as she had to get out.

Eka hoped her release would come swiftly.

Eka's surrender was unmistakable despite the desperate barrage the Georgian had unleashed only moments ago. The match bell resounded across the arena and, with the dramatic conclusion to the battle, the crowd roared with one final cheer.

Ave could have sworn her pounding heart had stopped in her chest. Regardless of her euphoric shock, the fiery redhead wouldn't hesitate in uncoiling herself and releasing Eka from the dreaded hold. Sprawled beneath the other girl, Ave let out an unmistakably gleeful and girlish laugh. The young girl's rapid surge of excitement and triumph would hardly allow her rest at a time like this. She'd rouse from under the Georgian in a flurry, easily flipping Eka over on to her back and once again reversing their positions--allowing Ave to now sit astride her defeated foe.

"Ohmygod, fuck yes!" It was hardly elegant, but the fiery redhead's elation was quite evident in her exuberant tone. She clenched her fists tightly in front of herself and grinned brightly as the Geneva crowd continued to show their admiration with their applause.

She wanted to scream, shout, and dance all at the same time. And, perhaps, she would. However, despite the bombastic encouragement from the crowd, Avery's attention returned to the person who had earned the most of her admiration that night, "Eka!" She exclaimed the Georgian's name--even though the poor girl hadn't exactly gone very far--and paused only a moment to wipe away some small remnants of blood from her busted lip. "Awesome fight!"

Avery beamed down at the raven-haired girl though her features softened slightly, "You good?"

Keeping her excitement bundled up was like torture, but Ave's tentative question and concern was undoubtedly genuine--even if she partially knew the answer to her inquiry. Losing sucked, Avery was certainly no stranger to defeat. She wouldn't have held it against Eka if she were upset, but, more importantly, she hoped the stubborn Georgian wasn't badly injured after such a fierce showdown.

Eka was just happy the ebullient redhead wasn't binding her anymore. She could care less about the boasting and the joy. That was a natural impulse and Eka could hardly blame her for it. But she couldn't deny that it hurt. And the redhead was right there, literally sitting atop her, going nuts. Eka wanted to bury her face in her hand and try to hide from the world and from Avery, but resisted the urge.

She sat up, propping herself up with her hands. All of Avery's cute features were right there. Eka's face might have been a bit bruised but she was still smiling and still showing a bit of pride. Avery was right. It was an awesome fight.

"Yes, you were very good." Eka's chest was still heaving and she was still feeling the rush of the fight. It was begging to peter out slowly but it was still there. It turned to a bit of jealousy but Eka fought off those feelings. She respected Avery a great deal and did not wish her harm. She had mixed emotions about the whole affair- on one hand, she had fought hard against an incredibly skilled opponent. On the other, she came up short. She blew her hair out of her face.

Eka fell back down to the mat and looked up at Avery. "I suppose I have been better," she said with a laugh, "But you are alright, yes?" She rested her head on her hands and looked up at the lights and the crowd. It was quite the show for those that were there for all of it. And Eka was beginning to feel a little impressed with herself. She had gone the distance at a PPV.

Awesome fight, indeed, she thought.

"Me? I feel great," Ave's smile was almost coy.

She ached almost everywhere and her neck was growing more stiff by the second--thanks to a couple of Eka's more potent submission holds--but her words couldn't have been more true. She did feel great. Even if she was in for a sore, ice pack filled, night. The Georgian had truly put her through the ringer. However, for the time being the triumphed redhead was quite content coming down off her adrenaline high while riding out her emotionally charged victory.

As the referee approached, Ave couldn't hide her reluctance to break the moment she now shared with the blue-eyed girl, "... You better hit me up for a rematch. I don't care, officially or even in the gym." The redhead flustered openly though she didn't let it stop her smile, "Or both."

Surely, there was more she could have said. Ave decided to save it, hopefully, for another day--she couldn't spend her hard earned victory perched atop the Georgian forever, after all. So, Avery finally rose. With her glistening, fair, skin glowing under the stadium lights, she'd cheerfully greet the referee as her excitement fluttered once more. The woman graciously took Ave's arm and raised it into the air.

The cheer she received from the arena was priceless.

Eka was glad to hear that her opponent was fine and would have been more than a teeny bit surprised if she wasn't. After all, it was her who came out worse for the wear during the slugfest and put in the vice-like hold. But that didn't matter now. She rubbed the sides of her still throbbing head. A trip to the doctor was in her future for sure. She had been slammed and knocked around before but Avery put her in a few very painful submissions and the blows were not helping her.

A rematch? That was a very interesting possibility. Eka was doing well, even winning, for quite a while there and she was sure she could scrape together a victory if she had a few things go right. And Avery was an amazing competitor. The thought of a rematch had her mind racing, or as much as it possibly could under the circumstances. "Yes," Eka said, confidence growing with each word, "Yes, I would like a rematch very much."

She was very grateful when Avery got off her. Her body was aching and Avery, although quite alluring, wasn't helping ease the pain much. Eka looked around the stadium as they heaped their adulation upon Avery. She clapped as well- it was a spectacular effort, all things considered. A quiet sigh escaped her lips nonetheless. It could have been her they were clapping for.

Eka extended her arm towards Avery, tentatively seeking some help up. She was in more pain than she thought she would be. Her eyes were pure and serene as she looked up on the victor. She bore no ill will towards her and she was sure Avery felt the same. Her extended arm was seeking confirmation of that.

With the formalities of her victory complete, Ave would eagerly take Eka's hand without hesitation. She hoisted the Georgian up to her feet, stood beside her, and abruptly swung an arm over Eka's shoulders affectionately, "C'mere, you." She was obviously sweaty, but then again, so was Eka--it hardly mattered. With her arm draped over her former adversary's shoulders, Ave gave the girl's shoulder a soft squeeze and smiled, "This is crazy, right?" She peered thoughtfully at bustling crowd while she spoke, "And it isn't even the tip of the iceberg."

Their bout had lacked the publicized prestige of the battles that would soon follow, but there was no denying how positively thrilling the experience had been. Even if Eka had lost, Ave knew the raven-haired girl had to share some, if not all, of her sentiments. Avalanche had just given them both a small taste of the glorious things that potentially awaited them within the AFW. The dreamer inside Ave wanted to believe in that hope and desire more than anything else.

The beaming teenager kept her arm around the Georgian and waved enthusiastically to their audience--admittedly, she wished she could extend the candid moment just a little longer. Her self-conscious eventually caught up to her, however, and the freckled youth gently let her arm slip away from Eka with a sheepish, yet appreciative, smile.

Eka was happy that Avery's arm was around her. It was nice to have some confirmation of sportsmanship but it was even nicer to have some sort of support. She could ignore the smell of sweat but she couldn't ignore the redhead's brilliant smile. It looked like it could light up rooms and it certainly lit up this one. The crowd gave one more swell of cheering. They were sure to cheer quite a bit more in the coming hours with all the good wrestling and depraved things to come.

"Yes, it is. They are very happy for you." Eka said with a nod. She looked up at the crowd. It was a truly spectacular sight and something Eka wanted to remember for a long long time. "And yes. I feel like there are many great things to come." And that was true. Eka saw a lot of potential in Avery. She was strong and a genius fighter. And Eka was rather sure that she had a lot of potential as well. "But if we play the iceberg game, you have to be the Titanic." Eka's joke was kinda dumb but it was an earnest attempt to make Avery smile.

Avery's arm melted off Eka's shoulder and Eka gave a deep sigh. She was hurting. Avery managed to alleviate some of Eka's harsher feelings but losing still sucked. "Well, that was fun. But if you don't mind, I will go get my head checked. Or go throw up. Probably both." Eka gave a small chuckle. She was proud of herself and could hold her head high. And she could mostly see straight after the grueling affair she had just been through. Eka began to make her way to the dark backstage she had come from. Before she took the final step out of the ring she looked back, casting a long look back at Avery. An awkward smile formed on her face. "Good luck. With everything. And I am sure we will see each other again, yes?"

On that note Eka turned an exited the ring, making her way up the entrance ramp. Tonight was excellent, yes, and Eka would have to remember this. But she would also have to put this behind her. It was a nice intimate moment and it was gone. Now was the time to move forward. The crowd gave one last cheer for the defeated Georgian and she gave the crowd a little wave. She went back to the staging area and slumped against the first bench she saw, summoning a few doctors to check her out. What a night.