AV 14 Dark Match: Avery Shields Vs. Eka Guramishvili

A light sheen of sweat covered Avery's body as she laid along the mat, the young girl could feel her determined heart thumping loudly in her chest. Yet, Ave's excitement and convictions burned brightly, her energy found itself renewing and her fatigue once again fell away. Slowly lifting herself to sit up, she couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at the attractive sight of the Georgian still sprawled within her lap. Avery's spinebuster appeared to be a real hit with Eka.

"Hah, did you like that? Well, don't worry, Peaches, there's pleeenty more where that came from."

Avery's brazen taunt was full of confidence, but her tone was also unmistakably playful. The mischievous tomboy accented her words by sassily clapping her hand against the Georgian's exposed tummy--in hopes of inciting a harmless, knee-jerking, reaction and, perhaps, ruffle the young girl's feathers just a little bit. Hastily, the fiery redhead would unravel herself from Eka before she finally raised once more to her feet. Instead of going right back on the offensive, Ave respectfully distanced herself from her opponent, allowing Eka plenty of time to get back to her feet.

The tomboy only offered her opponent an encouraging wink, eagerly waiting to clash with the Georgian once more.

A resounding smack echoed through the arena. It didn't hurt that badly but it sure sounded like it did. Eka let out a little giggle about how silly all of this was. Here she was, splayed out on a ring in Geneva, and her opponent smacked her tummy. The redheaded rumbler got herself off of Eka and gave her a little distance. Eka took the time her opponent had so generously given her to get on her feet.

She looked at her opponent and blushed. Avery had winked at her. Eka took the friendly gesture to heart, brushed the hair out of her eyes and grinned. The sweat made her pale skin shine and she was already really cute to begin with. And the way the lights of the arena played on her hair....

Eka nearly hit herself. This was wrestling, this was Geneva, this was Avalanche. She had to give it her all and not get distracted. Even if the woman she was trying to make submit was unreasonably good looking. She bent her knees and was at the ready once again.

A ridiculous thought entered Eka's head and she put into into action before a second thought could disabuse her of it. A few extremely quick steps saw the distance between the wrestlers become nothing. For the final step, Eka launched herself into the air. She cleared Avery, who was as tall as she was, with ease. On her descent she grabbed Avery's stomach and brought her hips around to throw Avery off balance and onto the mat with Eka on top of her. One flying squirrel takedown, courtesy of Guramishvili Airlines, delivered to a freckled fighter in Geneva.

Had she caught a glimpse of the Georgian actually blushing? Ave was certainly no stranger to the alluring power of a confident and elegant wink. Perhaps, it was merely her imagination, but it was an amusing thought, nonetheless. Thankfully, Avery's trained discipline banished the notion before the young and impressionable teenager's mind could begin to dwell on it for too long. Eka was her opponent tonight, after all. She had to keep her eye on the prize!

As if intending to remind Avery of that fact herself, the Georgian seemed to burst to life once more as she made her sudden and swift advance. Despite her defensive preparation, Avery found her pretty, brown, eyes growing wide as her opponent seemed to flat out bound right up and over the tomboy's befuddled, little, head. "Wha--!?"

Avery grabbed and grappled at whatever part of the woman she could manage, but found her flustered efforts all in vain. Finding herself wrapped up tight, Eka's whirling momentum would easily send the redhead staggering briefly before she was slammed firmly against the mat. A loud grunt escaped Avery's freckled visage as she settled painfully, flat on her back with Eka Guramishvili there to stare down at the tattooed teenager from her prominent position of being on top.

Avery seemed to be finding herself in this position quite frequently since this little match began--much to her chagrin.

The crowd exploded with joy as the wrestlers found the mat. Eka jumped up in a flash feeding off their energy. The fairskinned woman had afforded her the luxury of a time to recuperate before Eka had launched her attack. Eka was giving no such quarter. She pumped her fist in the air to give the crowd her approval before returning her attention to Avery.

"Wooooo!" She cried out doing her best Ric Flair impersonation. It occurred to her as she launched herself into the air again that she might have had the wrong wrestler. It became less important as she stuck her leg out at a sharp angle, ready to bring it down on Avery. Leg drop. Eka could really feel the adrenaline now and a manic smile began to replace the flirty grin she had a second earlier. She intended to bring the leg down right on Avery's chest. No one in hell she wanted to damage that pretty face.

Not good, it was the only clear thought that managed to reach the perturbed teenager before Eka's thigh came to splash magnificently across Avery's unprotected chest.

She was right though, it certainly wasn't good!

Avery cringed heavily against the leg drop as her pretty, freckled, face scrunched fiercely. Even if Eka had her wrestlers mixed up, the Georgian at least knew how to deliver. Reeling from the impact, Ave found her instincts taking over as she shoved Eka's lengthy leg away from her chest and tucked herself into a desperate roll. She'd settle on her hands and knees a short distance away, clearly straining along the mat.

It was clear Eka was shaping her momentum into a freight train and, if Ave didn't derail it soon, the Georgian was going to flatten the freckled youth.

Sensing the Georgian beginning to rise from the mat, Ave sprung into the action. The fiery redhead bounded to her feet in a blink of an eye before suddenly throwing herself into the air. Both of the teenager's strong legs pumped out furiously at her opponent's chest, attempting to blindside Eka with a fierce dropkick just as the Georgian was rising up from the mat.

It was time to send this blue-eyed beauty careening right off her tracks!

Eka had got two solid blows in and was ready for a few more. The redheaded woman was far quicker on the draw even after that little beating. Two tree trunks of legs came in hard on her chest. The dropkick was incredibly strong and Eka did all she could to stay on her legs, staggering back and wobbling until she slumped against the turnbuckle.

She rubbed her aching sternum. A few of the fans got a little excited but it wasn't the chest rub they thought it could be. Instead Eka outlined the chest bone with her finger. It hurt. It wasn't broken but it hurt. After a second she got her wind back as the blow had knocked all of the air out of her. Eka groaned as she tried to get herself off the ropes and back into the fight unsuccessfully. The turnbuckle would have to be her only support for the next little while. The drop kick did a little more damage than she thought it would.

Ave's dropkick would inevitably bring the tomboy to crash right back down upon the mat. However, the successful impact would give Avery an motivating thrill as the exuberant youth scrambled quickly back up to her feet. The Georgian had careened conveniently into the corner of the ring which was fine with Ave. It was a great place for her to keep the pressure on! With her eyebrows furrowing in a determined fashion, Avery was relentless as she bolted into a dash, charging right for the stunned Georgian.

"I got'cha now!" Ave's cocky declaration would ring from her lips only a split-second before the freckled fighter leap once more into the air. Soaring right at the Georgian like a bat out of Hell, the fiery redhead would thrust her hips, swinging up a vicious knee with one of her murderous legs with the clear intent of driving a crushing blow into Eka's chest and further flatten the cornered Georgian against the turnbuckles.

Eka "Oof!"ed as she had the wind knocked out of her. She hit the turnbuckle causing even more pain to her aching body. She pinballed forward and seized Avery. With a quick spin she had turned the tables on the freckled MMA cutie. It was her turn to rest against the turnbuckle and take a little abuse.

Eka hopped up on the second rope and pressed her hips forward. Eka wanted to press Avery's face back and keep her against the ropes; she also wanted to have her warming sex right in Avery's face. The redhead turned her on and this was her little way of showing it. She giggled as she held it. Right, right, left. The punches came in quickly and were somewhat less sensual. This was still Avalanche and Eka still wanted to win.

After the three quick punches Eka raised her fist in the air. The crowd filled up three quarters of the arena and all of them were going berserk. "Eeeeka! Eeeeeka!" They chanted. Eka didn't even mind that they were butchering the pronunciation. The accent is on the a, dammit, and everyone screws that up. She hit Avery one last time, this one coming in from the side, and aiming to knock every last freckle from Avery's face.

It seemed the tables had abruptly turned! The fiery redhead would issue her own grunt, finding herself spun to clash directly into the turnbuckles. Before the Ave could even think to recover, Eka had climbed on to the middle ropes and leaned heavily against her. The trapped redhead strained awkwardly against the Georgian, finding herself pinned in a rather tight and intimate spot. Avery could hardly ignore Eka's curvy, leather-clad, hips which her opponent unabashedly pressed against the girl's freckled face.

"Whoa, E-Eka!" Avery exclaimed her breathless words in a flustered tone as she squirmed against the Georgian beauty. She couldn't even slightly begin contain the sheepish blush that invaded her fair features. Eka response quickly came in a barrage of falling blows which easily rocked the trapped redhead. A series of gradually increasing gasps and cries escaped the teenager's muffled lips until Eka took in the adulation of the crowd before delivering her finally, hammering, blow. Avery cringed fiercely from the hit and her head lolled in a daze. Her tenderized, freckled, face finally slumped heavily into the waiting black leather of Eka's crotch--not that she really had a choice in the matter!

It was hard to tell if the Georgian was getting caught up in the frenzy of her own showmanship or, perhaps, she deliberately enjoyed making her cute opponent blush. Maybe, it was a little of both? Whatever the case, the crowd continued to roar at the alluring and dominant display.

Eka looked down on her opponent. A sanguine color began to show forth. Maybe it was the fact that Eka's hips were right in her face and she was a bit shy. Or maybe it was the fact that she just punched it four times. Whatever the case she repaid the wink Avery had given her earlier and subtly ground her hips forward just a bit more. That would put a bit more pressure on Avery's neck and maybe cause her to turn a deeper shade of red.

Eka once again pumped her arms skyward. She usually wasn't the showboating type but the heat of the moment had caught up to her. They crowd was still chanting her name. The Georgian had never fought with much of a crowd back home and the crowd here was giving her their all. Eka continued standing on the turnbuckle, basking in the glory. She felt good and looked good with the thin veneer of sweat covering her body. Deep down she wanted this moment to last forever.