Eileen Sommers vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Fairer Sex

Dmitri, truthfully, wasn’t quite sure what he’d do when got Eileen up like this, putting them in a strange, perpendicular position. His first thought was to kick her in the head, and he was sorely tempted to, but...well, his better angels got the best of him. As sneaky as Eileen was proving to be, he didn’t like the idea of just booting her in the face. Strangely, turning it into some kind of piledriver felt like a better idea, though he wasn’t sure he could pull it off properly

It turned out to be a moot point. Eileen dismounted before he had the chance to do anything, separating with an elegant move that was no doubt meant to aggravate him further. If that was the intent, it worked - more and more, his inability to get any headway in this match was starting to grate on him.

But he had an opening now. She had her back to him. And while he didn’t like the idea of kicking her from behind, there were other options.

It wasn’t quite his normal style, but Dmitri came at her from behind and tried to wrap his arms around her from behind, lifting her up into a bearhug. He wasn’t renowned for his upper body strength, but he could pour enough pressure to make it hurt, and he could turn the move into more painful things when he had a second to work with it.

Dmitri had a code of honour but Eileen couldn't of lacked one anymore than she did. Had scenarios been reversed, Eileen would have done all Dmitri considered and more. She didn't know if one could seamlessly plant a foot on ones head whilst performing a piledriver, but god she would have tried.

Still assuming the role of 'ringmaster,' literally bowing to the crowd as she threw a mock tipping of head with arms wide, Eileen would let loose a high pitched yelp as she found Dmitri giving her a firm reverse embrace.

Much like Eileen's earlier scissor, Dmitri didn't have to be the most muscled of fighters to perform the compression based manoeuvre. Whats more, for every second Eileen felt her stomach flattening, the crowd would bare witness to a woman who had so far been acting as the one in control now victim to almost a lover like lift.

Not to mention the fact her sultry curves were now pressing firmly into Dmitri's front, with large hips and thighs matching to the man behind her.

"Get..off..you little shit..." Eileen would whisper, completely losing all veils of sophistication and elegance. One arm would come back firing rapid elbows, somewhat lacking in effect given she could not gain the full wind-up to do so, whilst the other fiddled with the hands that bound her.

Pain ignored, this move was not at all beneficial to the self titled Queen. And that was only if she somehow ignored it...

For a moment, things seemed to be going Dmitri’s way. More or less.

He’d caught Eileen, and he could tell she wasn’t too pleased with the result. His arms were slim and taut, his chest hard and firm, a combination that made his bearhug surprisingly effective. What it lacked in raw strength, it made up for in its tight compression, and his ripped arms gave the move a cutting effect, like a strong rope pressing against her body. He doubted he could break any bones like this, but he felt there was a real chance he could force a submission out of her.

His triumph proved to be momentary, though. Eileen was about to suffer the hold for long, it seemed, and she made her displeasure known, not just verbally, but physically. Dmitri took one, two, three elbows right in the face, losing strength with each blow. Each one seemed to hit harder than the last, with the end result being that he couldn’t hold it anymore.

He let her go and gave her a hard shove away, before falling to his knees behind her. It was far from being serious damage, but it had left him a bit stunned. He’d need a minute or two to get his senses back, and he just had to hope Eileen was too weathered to capitalize.

Eileen's abdomen was firm, but mostly in appearances. She had a level of thickness to her, but such was mostly applicable to her great hips, rear and chest. Simply put, her stomach was neither trained or resistant to simply being pressed in.

To her luck, she wouldn't have to endure it long.

The close-nit elbows weren't even close in power to strikes delivered earlier in the match by either competitor, but even the smallest of pokes soon begin to cause pain when the same spot is hit over and over.

Stumbling away, Eileen would let loose a wheeze just prior to her muttering more profanity laced words, falling to her knee in a near mirror image of the man behind her. She'd bring out a hand, momentarily reaching for the ropes before deciding such a thing was useless given their distance, instead slowly rising whilst holding her abdomen.

Turning with glare attached, she'd latch eyes on the man she was only now realising she should take completely seriously.

Call it a small victory, but Dmitri took some heart in knowing that the audience didn’t seem as amused by this as they had been just a moment ago. He could take losing matches, he didn’t mind - it wasn’t like he got paid more for winning or anything, and he doubt he would ever come close to the title no matter how high his rank got. But he refused to be some crazy woman’s chew toy...in public, at least.

Of course, the flipside to that was that Eileen seemed finished with any foreplay. Judging by the look in her eyes, she was just about ready to get serious, which meant it was probably in his best interest to do the same.

She was standing there, looking ready to pounce, so he figured it was a good idea to beat her to the punch. He moved back in and tried a little trickery of his own - he raised his leg up, as if going for a high kick, only to angle it downward at the last moment and strike at her legs. With any luck, he’d trip her up and put her down, and then…

Well. One step at a time.

Eileen had a choice of sorts on her hand. Play more casual in an effort to win the roar of the small crowd, or reveal her true colours as it were, utilising a style that many would call one of bad taste. She'd clearly switched to the latter, given that the former had earned her some painful hits and a squeezed waist to match it.

Watching as her foe approached, she'd try to circle somewhat to take her back away from the ropes. This time she'd attempt to brace, bringing both arms in front as the kick seemingly went high, only to find herself deceived. A sideways-brought kick filled with force was enough to push the redhead's leg completely from under her; Eileen immediately sought to cushion her blow by simply bringing her hands low.

Just because she adopted a more serious tone, didn't mean Dmitri packed any less in his kicks after all...

More and more, Dmitri was trying to figure out what Eileen’s style was. It didn’t seem to conform to any one art that he knew of. Instead, he could see bits and pieces of different things, in the way she struck, blocked, moved. Maybe a mixture of things, with her own seductive flavor on top. A deadly combo.

She was able to block the kick. Barely, mind you, but she did it, and that was an impressive feat by itself. It just strengthened his resolve to end this even sooner - while he was curious how she fought, he’d had enough of being her guinea pig.

With his first strike rebuffed, Dmitri stepped back, brought his leg down for an instant, then came back again, just as quick as before. He brought his leg down, swung it out ot the side, then whipped it around towards Eileen’s head, sending the sole of his face at her face with a whipping hook kick.

Simply because Eileen was on the ground before her standing foe did not mean she considered herself to be the lesser. Yes, the position was a hundred times more favourable for Dmitri, giving he could of wrestled the beauty every which way from such a dominant angle. But Eileen was wary and keen enough to have somewhat of a firm hunch on how her foe would press his advantage.

Via his legs, of course.

Bringing both arms up to try to brace against another pristine kick, Eileen would find said arms forced back into her mug regardless. She'd simply redirected the pain to her arms over her vulnerable skull in hindsight, albeit such a move was no doubt a smart one. She could still think clearly after all.

Clearly enough to the point where she would try to grasp the leg with what force she could muster, albeit neither a tight lock nor a lengthy one was necessary. Bending her legs upwards as if motioning to curl up into a ball, Eileen would attempt to hook the leg nearest the sky up and around Dmitri's own.

Attempting to nestle her own leg in the crook of Dmitri's knee, Eileen would pull with what force she could, in an attempt to trip her foe down to her level!

Dmitri was hardly a wrestling virtuoso - in fact, aside from the barebones basics you had to know before they even let you enter the ring, he was still lacking in pure wrestling training, with relatively few moves under his belt. His strength lied in strikes, particularly his kicks, and while that did leave him overspecialized, it was his advantage, too. Few Tension wrestlers could hit as hard as he could, as far as he could. A fact that Eileen was no doubt appreciating in the current moment.

She blocked his kick, but blocking didn’t mean you got away from the full impact of a move. He could feel the force run through her, knee that one did some damage. If he kept hammering her like that, he’d get through eventually.

A sound plan, but it required the use of his legs. Both of them. The one he’d kicked her with, he was having trouble getting back.

”What-” He got out that single, solitary syllable before Eileen sprung into action, leaping up to snag his leg, wrapping around it. He tried to hold his balance, but momentum and the element of surprise were both on her size, and that was a powerful combination to beat. He went tumbling with her, fall down to the canvas with her own lethal legs closing around him.

He didn’t know what she was planning, but he did know he wanted to put a stop to it. Frantic, he tried to scoot away and get his leg free, tugging hard as he backpedaled.

Part of Eileen wanted to scuffle away, releasing that leg in order to create some space. She needed a breather after all; her foe had just thrown two fully blown kicks with nothing but an unsteady defence from Eileen to lessen the impact. She had the moment, but Dmitri had the lead.

Unable to force herself through, she'd release, shuffling to her feet quickly enough without so much as a tiny bend to Dmitri's ankle.

Although she certainly didn't appear to be happy about it.

That was a given.

Especially when Eileen suddenly burst forward, looking for a move that could only be described as a gut-stomp with a little jump to it.