Eileen Sommers vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Fairer Sex

Dmitri’s kick came out in a flash, lashing out at the target with the speed of a whip. He may not have been the most powerful man on the roster, or the hardiest, but if there was one thing he could claim, it was that his footwork was tough to match. There wasn’t a guy like him in Tension, so far as he knew, and precious few women.

That was the skill that Eileen felt as the tip of his bare foot hit her chest, and the effect was immediate and striking. She was sent back into the ropes, stunned, and he was already on the move for his next hit.

Then she spoke.

Dmitri took a little pause, confused, blinking. ”What? No!” True, her chest made for a big target, but it wasn’t like he was deliberately trying to hammer it. Just a consequence of the fight.

With that little moment out of the way, he went back on the attack, shuffling towards her and shooting out his leg towards her stomach, trying to hit her with a side kick.

Eileen was hardly the first woman in tension to take a shot right to the breasts, purposefully or not. And whats more, how did such a thing matter? They were both adults.

Although, Eileen certainly was going to try and do her best to make her foe feel less and less of one as time went on...

"I see it now..." Eileen would purr, this time extending her own leg, not to check the kick but to create a base for herself. Pushing onto said leg, she'd perform a weirdly hypnotic spin as she attempted to avoid the kick altogether, her back almost rolling along the leg as it extended before trying to step away to relative safety.

Once space was created, Eileen now had the free chance to use her greatest weapon once more.

"Your gi may be thick...but you can't hide your perverted little tendencies under it..." Leaning forward just a touch, Eileen couldn't help but smile, her lips almost motioning as if she was blowing a kiss to her foe as she derided him.

Dmitri thought he was good at sussing out the style of his opponents. Though he was trained in Tae Kwon Do, he was fairly familiar with a variety of styles, even if he wasn’t adept at using the moves they included. At the very least, he could tell what he was fighting most of the time.

Not so with Eileen. Her style was utterly alien to him, but that hardly made it ineffective. She danced around his kick in what seemed like as overly showy display, but was actual a deft move, avoiding the blow with minimum effort and maximum grace. It gave her a big opening, but she didn’t fill it with an attack. Instead, she used words.

Dmitri automatically glanced down, enough to see that she wasn’t exactly lying - there was a little peek down there. A common thing in his fights with women, but this was the first time it had drawn attention. He wasn’t sure how bad a thing that was, but it was irritating, that was for sure.

With a grunt and a huff, Dmitri displayed his irritation by lifting his leg up and to the side, then swinging it hard towards Eileen’ head, trying to slam his heel into her face with a hook kick.

Eileen chose her words carefully so that she did not have to act physically as one usually one. Not to say that Dmitri couldn't handle the Queen of Summer if she had focused solely on the physical aspect, but well, why act when words will do?

Still, the redhead was more than aware of the fact that if she simply kept on the defence, running from her foe at every chance to instead goad him, she'd lose the audience she had so far managed to pull in her favour. That, and the fact that if she kept showing her back to Dmitri, he'd likely just catch onto her and straight up kick her in it.

With that leg raising high, Eileen was cockily confident her foe was looking for a head shot of sorts to shut the redhead up. The moment that leg rose, she would step in, trying for something of a quick push kick to the one leg her foe still stood on. It wouldn't hurt but ideally with the other leg raised so high and so busy in motion, he'd lose near complete stability.

In hindsight, Dmitri probably shouldn’t have gone for the hook kick. It was one of his more powerful strikes, sure, but it had some wind up to it in comparison to the other moves he used, and left him more open than he’d like. The main thing it had going for it was the unorthodox angle, and if you could get past that, well…

Eileen, it seemed, had more skill than he would’ve originally guessed. She moved in, nice and quick, avoiding the prime range of his hook kick, and took advantage of the range. The counter was simple - nothing more than a shove to his standing leg with her foot - but the timing made all the difference

Dmitri was thrown off hard by the move and wound up falling flat on his chest at an awkward angle. He managed to get to his knees quick enough, but he was a little wobbly all the way. Not a good sign.

Had Eileen been but a moment slower, she would of likely been forced to eat foot, simply put. Not only would such a kick knock her flat on her ass, but both the damage to her foes confidence would of been repealed, along with the audience's favour which was so far tilting towards Eileen.

Surely enough, Eileen was not, delivering her simple pushing motion with the base of her foot fluidly enough to both surprise Dmitri and force him to the ground. Stepping with him, Elieen would purposefully position herself behind her foe, stalking him almost as if he was prey, waiting for him to force himself to his knees.

"Does this not feel natural?..." Eileen almost whispered teasing words, as her hand came round not to lock around Dmitri's skull, but to graze the backs of her fingers across his cheek, as if he was a lover.

"...You on your knees before me..."

This wasn’t quite the most embarrassing episode Dmitri had ever had in the middle of the ring, but it was close. Women had been able to give him serious trouble, but hitting them alone had never been a problem. He could usually kick fast enough to hit even the fleetest foes, which made Eileen’s evasion all the more galling. He should’ve tagged her by now…

The thought was lost, when he felt a gentle touch against his chin from behind, followed by gentle breath on his back and gentle words in his ear. Eileen was close. Very close. The honeyed words she spoke sent a shiver down his spine, perhaps because some small part of him agreed.

He managed to rip himself away from her, though, after taking a moment to get his head straight. Looking to make some distance, he shot his leg out behind him like a mule, aiming his heel at her generous chest.

Eileen knew she'd have to be mostly lucky for her opponent to 'give in' to such advances so soon, given Dmitri's staunch nature. Such a fact mattered not; Eileen would remain undeterred, confident that sooner or later the man before her would think twice about each and every attempt at causing the redhead pain. Either that, or she'd just have to actually wrestle.

Ideally not.

Watching as Dmitri created some space, Eileen would this time be caught off guard by the backwards mule kick; her opponents foot landing firmly on her chest. Not only was the breath literally knocked out of her, but Eileen found herself stumbling twice until she caught herself, arms folding underneath her large chest.

She was hurt, a little breathless, and somewhat caught out. Still, she'd attempt to use such to her advantage.

Wincing with no attempt at keeping such quiet, Eileen would bring her hands to both breasts, groping them in an over exaggerated fashion as if to soothe the pain. The audience would be given the great sight of a extremely busty woman borderline fondling her own chest, as Eileen's face purposefully moulded into that of a hurt schoolgirl, eyelids fluttering as acted out what looked to be a monstrous injury.

All in the efforts to bewilder Dmitri.

And then some.

It was an awkward sort of kick, and Dmitri really shouldn’t have executed it the way he did. It left him stumbling and he had to quickly correct his footing in order to keep from falling flat on his face. It made him wish he’d gone for proper boots this time, instead of barefoot.

But it worked. It hit. That was the important thing. Also, it left him in a position to strike back, which he intended to do. He spun around with his leg raised, prepared to extend it and nail her in the face with a spinning roundhouse, when…

Eileen was hurt.

Well, of course she was hurt, Dmitri had just kicked her. But it shouldn’t have had that much of an effect. Eileen looked like something was seriously injured from the way she way she was retreating. He was cautious, weary of a trap, he didn’t get too close, but…

”Hey,” He exchanged quick glances with the referee, then looked back her way. ”Are you okay?”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Eileen was hurt no doubt, more so than she'd ever likely admit. But given her portrayal of said injury, even the referee came a step closer to the redhead, to see if the match could continue.

The redhead had to be quick with her scheme; spend too long feigning great injury, and the crowd she had sought to shape to her favour would likely begin to award her with boos of disapproval. The match was still early days after all, and whilst Dmitri was renowned for his powerful assaults, they did expect more.

Stumbling in Dmitri's direction, Eileen's hands would remain fondling her chest as if to soothe the pain, of course still giving something of a rewarding view to the man before her.

"I think...so..." Her words low and quite, Eileen was doing everything in her acting ability to portray the kick as crippling. Stumbling ever closer, she'd continue to try and lower the mans guard. "I just need a little..time to..."

But a step away from her foe, Eileen's ruse would unfold. Releasing her chest and suddenly throwing her right out wide, she'd hook it back in with modest power. Eileen however, was by no means a conventional striker. In fact, the very thought of grazed knuckles, no matter how much damage they caused, made the woman whince.

Rather, as her arm swung back in, all within the same space of time, Eileen would suddenly twist with it. Fist flying past by a great distance, the redhead instead tried to force her elbow nice and sharply into her foe, rewarding Dmitri's genuine concern with a elbow strike straight to his cheek!