Eileen Sommers vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Fairer Sex

If Dmitri had a spider-sense, it would’ve been tingling. As it was, he wasn’t completely ignorant about the situation, here. He wasn’t sure what Eileen’s deal was, but he could already tell there was something aloof about her. He’d seen too many Tension matches with tricky women and been in a handful of them, himself. There was caution.

Apparently not enough caution, though. He’d come in close, trying to make out what she was saying over the din of the crowd, and that was when she struck with a cobra’s speed and spring. Dmitri was fast, Dmitri was agile, but the alacrity of the move caught him guard, and before he knew it, he was eating an elbow. To the face.

”Guh!” It was hard to tell which the blow hurt more - his face or his pride.

Either way, it was enough to stun him and make him stagger a bit, taking a weary step back. He looked like he might go down to a knee for a scant second, but he correct himself fast enough and stood straight.

Eileen's play was risky, given she still yet yearned for the crowds aid in turning the mans mind to mush. She wouldn't exactly gain it through purely dirty tactics, no matter how much she belittled Dmitri openly. Still, she couldn't argue with results.

Results being, a man most likely more physically lethal than herself now stumbling away from her.

Using the momentum now to her side, Eileen would approach Dmitri with a mock boxing pose in place; both arms raised with fists clenched. Only once she was close enough, she'd soon reveal her colours as it were yet again, with a quick and fluid attempt at a leg sweep; trying to take the mans unsteady legs from under him entirely, whilst at the same time gaining small revenge for those earlier shin shots!

Dmitri was cursing under her breath, though he couldn’t say to whom, exactly - her, for trying that trick on him, or himself for falling for it. Whatever the case, he just hoped Alicia wasn’t watching this. The last thing she needed was more ammo.

”Come on-” He’d just started to correct himself when she came his way again, getting into what looked like a boxing stance. ‘Looked’ being the key word. As soon as he moved into intercept, raised his knee for the kick, she was ducking and swinging and going for his ankles. She hit dead-on, too, a solid blow that knocked Dmitri of his foot and planted him squarely on his butt.

This was not his finest hour.

Eileen may have just shoved her foe off his feet, but given her reaction, you'd be forgiven for thinking she had just won the Tension World Title. Smile wrapped across her face from ear to ear, she'd slowly step around to Dmitri's side, her arms raised as if she was a gladiator, stepping next to her bloody and beaten foe. Raising her arms, she'd even give her greatest Russell Crowe impression.

"Is this all?!" Roaring with eyes to that miniature crowd, she'd finally earn back those cheers she'd been hunting for. Albeit, they were mostly for the woman's showmanship, rather than her ability to 'dominate' her foe. After all, all she really did was trip him up.

Raising her leg, she'd attempt to give the man a mocking nudge, both in an effort to shove him to his side, and attempt to make him feel further beneath her. Then again, she wasn't exactly moving at a pace that required the hastiest of movements to counter.

Eileen was cocky.

That much seemed to go without saying, but Dmitri felt it was an understatement. He’d come across arrogant, self-assured women in the AFW before, but she seemed to be intent on outdoing them all. The way she looked down on him, you could be forgiven for thinking he’d been hit with some devastating, as opposed to a glorified trip.

He wasn’t done. He could prove it, too.

She gave him a little nudge, and that was all Dmitri needed. He immediately reached out and grabbed her ankle, giving it a hard tug to twist it and bring her down to his level.

Whether it was a crowd of ten, or ten-thousand, Eileen couldn't help but showboat. Dmitri was anything but injured, but the fact alone that the man had literally fallen was enough for the redhead to seemingly claim outright dominance. She'd rarely let such cockiness get the better of her.

Except now.

Still celebrating in her extremely brief dominance of the seemingly more physically skilled man, Eileen found herself pulled to the ground with relative ease. She'd land in something of a press-up posture, eyes falling to the mat before her head would rise, seeing the crowd now giving mixed reaction.

Baring her teeth with a mock laughter, akin to a zookeeper momentarily losing control of the animal they were showing to the crowd, Eileen would try for a backwards shuffle on all fours. It certainly didn't look pretty, and anything but dominating, but the redhead was seemingly trying whatever she could to obtain control once more as quickly as possible.

Seemingly, by bringing that firm rear and powerful curvy hips to bare against Dmitri's chest.

Dmitri couldn't help but breath a quick sigh of relief when Eileen went down. It wasn't wholly earned, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. It was nice to get some offense in. To put her down, as well, and wipe that smug, self-satisfied look off her face.

He just hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

If Eileen had her way, it certainly would. She didn't stay put for very long - one second she was down, the next she was moving again, and putting Dmitri in another compromising position. She was on him, she was pinning him down by the chest, and he had no idea what her next play would be. Going by the pattern, though, it would either be embarrassing, painful, or both.

He did the only thing he could think to do. Dmitri pressed his feet to the floor, bucked hard, and tried to make Eileen roll away from him. Anything to improve the situation.

Eileen knew she had to be smart here, and not just in ways regarding how she was going to turn this back upon Dmitri. If she made herself look as if she lacked control for even a second, the crowd would likely roar against her, realising that the so far proud, cocky queen had just been tripped up like a infant.

To her luck, a lack of movement on her foes part and a speedy adjustment on her own had left her quite literally sat upon him, Dmitri's eyes upon her back, firm rear to his abdomen. She breathed a sigh of relief; such a posture suggested that Eileen's tumble but a moment ago was somehow all part of her plan. The crowd was thankfully, not yet against her. Albeit, she didn't at all appreciate her foes inadvertent efforts to deem them so.

"You are playing with fire...little man..."

Bringing her hands to those muscular legs before her, part of Eileen wanted to attempt her signature facesit here and now, quite literally rewarding his attempts at turning the match against her by turning his face into a seat. Such a time would come, she pondered, as it was not now; being bucked out of her signature move by a foe with plenty of life in him would do her no favours.

Rather, she'd settle for the next best thing.

Leaning forward, chest grazing upon those martial-artist thighs she still held onto as Dmitri bucked, Eileen would attempt to bring her legs down and around her foes neck. If she managed to successfully lock, she would immediately apply pressure, once more rewarding her foe with not only a breathless sensation but a fine view upon her great posterior.

She didn't have the strongest legs in the business, nor was she close to doing so. The ever confident Eileen however, firmly believed that no-one was un-susceptible to her prowess. Something she portrayed rather openly, as she laid a smile upon the crowd as if it was but another day at the office.

The referee slid in and dropped down, inspecting Dmitri’s shoulders, thinking a pinfall was in the works. She needn’t have bothered, really - Eileen’s stay on his shoulders was a short one, thankfully, and it looked like he’d managed to put the kibosh on whatever it was she was going for. Or so he thought.

But Eileen was a smart woman. So smart in, fact, that she had a backup plan ready to go, almost immediately. A plan that, in hindsight, he should’ve seen coming.

As it turned out, Eileen was not the first redhead whose legs he’d found himself in between in recent memory. That honor belonged to Alicia Welles, who’d been making a habit out of crushing him since they’d met. While Eileen’s thighs were quite as devastatingly power as the ones he’d grown used to, they were still quite powerful. Strong enough to hurt. Strong enough to knock him out, if he wasn’t careful. Plus, he wasn’t too thrilled with the way the audience was laughing at him, being honest.

Gritting his teeth down hard, Dmitri planted his feet and tried to surge upwards, pushing up with his legs, trying to stand with her attached.

What he’d do after that, he wasn’t sure, but he'd take it one step at a time.

Eileen couldn't latch eyes on her foe even if she desired to; her attentions for the moment simply given to the minuscule crowd, who were very visibly enjoying the sight of the curvy woman's ample thighs giving a demonstration. With her hands outstretched as if she was assuming a press-up posture, the crowd right in front of her wouldn't exactly have been silent either.

Giving their huge view of the redhead's cleavage.

"Ready to call it a da-YYY?!!" Eileen found her goading words suddenly interrupted, as Dmitri attempted not to force the legs free but to force them into an awkward angle. Not exactly one that Eileen was immediately suffering with; she could still apply the scissors without much difficulty. The redhead would soon find herself essentially hand standing to keep it synced in however.

Preferring a situation that didn't involve leaving her good looks prone to a soccer style kick from a man who has already proven lethal, Eileen would unhook her legs quickly. Pushing off via feet to Dmitri's shoulders, she'd simply try to turn Dmitri's escape attempt into an elegant cartwheel of sorts, soon rising with arms wide as if baying to the crowd once more.

Again it seemed she had let her cockiness overtake her, albeit this time she was ever so much more wary of her foe behind her back. Especially given he'd likely want to have a 'word or two' since Eileen had just attempted to choke him silly.