Eka Guramishvili vs. Shiki

The entire arena was cheering. The move had come off oddly but it sent all of the fans into raucous applause. Hell, Eka nearly jumped herself but resisted the urge. A broad smile appeared on her face as she advanced on her downed opponent. The suplex definitely hurt her but it appeared that it inflicted quite a bit more damage on her opponent.

Her mind raced with the possibilities. She had the luxury of time which the last match lacked. There was a tough looking blonde woman on TV who pulled her opponents into a sharpshooter and this idea tempted Eka. The flexibility of her opponent's arm might be tested with a kimura...or she could do something to give this ravenous crowd something nice to look at. That was the ticket. She hopped down on her opponent and grabbed both of Shiki's arms. With one mighty yank she pulled Shiki into a camel clutch.

"Come on," she goaded, "Aren't you going to show these fans that pretty smile of yours?" Eka wasn't usually the taunting type but Shiki was keen on pushing her buttons. Not a lot of sense in not pushing back.

Shiki would groan in annoyance as Eka's form stepped over her. Can't she lay off for even a second!?
Shiki clearly deserved a "time out" or something. This aggravating woman just couldn't keep her hands off the rockstar. The self-centered girl's sudden and skewed sensibilities were clearly insulted by the act. Not that it made much a difference as she was pulled painfully into a camel clutch. Shiki would cringe and tense against Eka's hold before her assailant decided to talk a little smack.

"Nngh... A-Are you fucking kidding me?..." The punkette would force the words out stubbornly despite the clear discomfort of her efforts, "...Mmm! This feels... f-fucking... great, bitch!..."

Channeling her inner masochist, the rebellious woman would plaster a large, sarcastic, grin across her sweaty visage as Eka insisted on tugging her chin upward. Pain was becoming an increasingly conflicting subject for Shiki. She secretly was becoming less unsure of what she enjoyed more; dishing it out or receiving it. That was an embarrassing topic for another time, however. In one of her rarer moments of clarity, Shiki would realize that pure brute force wasn't going get her out of this one.

However, she wasn't completely out of luck. There was still one other means of escape available to her. With a sudden surge of strength and momentum, the defiant girl would buck and throw her hips to the side, managing to kick one of her limber legs out wide. Shiki's large boot would manage to snag the nearby bottom rope, just barely, as the toe of her many-buckled-boot clung rather precariously on top of its savior.

The ref would signal the rope break though Shiki would quickly offer her own encouragement as well.

"... G-Get the hell off!"

This match had been horrible from the start. Shiki deviously decided it was just about time to change that... as soon as she got the proper opportunity.

Eka's face was somber, serious with concentration. Camera bulbs flashed and photographers fought each other for a decent angle. The hold was solid and nigh unbreakable. At least Eka doubted this swaggering woman would be able to break it. The muscles under Shiki's smooth skin were being strained to the max and Eka did not envy her. Even if she had really nice hair and was super pretty.

The ref girl practically shoved Eka off of her opponent after the rope break. Eka bounced up and tried to introduce a little distance between them. Eka pursed her lips and chose to remain silent. This woman was happy to rush in every opportunity she got and Eka began to feel bad about goading her. That wasn't something she could be proud of.

After getting up close and personal with the woman Eka wondered if she was wearing perfume to a wrestling match. Eka was beginning to smell like the sweat that was beginning to coat her body. She bent her knees in preparation of whatever was to come at her. "Come on, come on, come on," she thought. Eka knew she was winning and was prepared to use her opponent's follies against her. A concentrated look flashed across her face with the exception of the edges of her lips which curved into a subtle, confident smile.

"Ugh, finally! Were you waiting for her to snap my fuckin' back!?"

The punkette crawled hastily to the ropes before grasping and leaning momentarily against them for support. Shiki would throw a mean glare at the referee who uncomfortably shifted their attention elsewhere. With a sly and subtle gesture, Shiki's hand would slip into the rim of her large boot. Perfect. Finally, the rockstar would raise to her feet before attempting a few brief, apparently painful, stretches.

Meanwhile, there was Ms. Grabby-hands, just waiting. Looking awfully smug. Shiki would give a scoff, it was time to change that. However, unlike her previous attempts, the young rockstar wouldn't charge recklessly at Eka. Instead, she made her approach cautiously as she raised a pair of clenched fists. She had to get close, right where Eka wanted her, but she couldn't have the girl flinging and tossing her about this time.

Was this really Shiki's attempt at actually using some kind of finesse? That had to be a bad omen on a Mayan calendar somewhere.

Shiki circled the ring only for a moment before she eased swiftly into Eka--lacking her usual reckless abandon--as she attempted to wrap her opponent up momentarily in a simple, defensive, lock up. And for the record; of course, Shiki wore perfume in the ring. What, did you think she was some kind of savage?

Eka showed some alacrity in taking the lock up. This is where Eka thrived, in close quarters such as this. She pushed slightly, seeing where it would get her. The two girls were face to face. Eka wondered if the ten pounds of makeup caking Shiki's face were slowing her down. Eka wore make-up to look good on the cameras but this girl looked borderline obscene. Eka shook her head, trying to shake away unnecessary thoughts.

She began to make a slow circle around her opponent. Her muscles were tense, aching to respond to any sudden movement her opponent might make, ready to spring a trap. This girl had charged in so recklessly before but surely she had some plan. The small curves playing on Eka's lips faded. No, this wasn't right.

Eka threw herself back trying to get her own scheme going before Shiki pulled anything out of her sleeve. "Upsy daisy!" She launched an upkick, hoping to send Shiki up and over her in a wide arc and bringing her painfully down to the mat.

That's right, you pretty, little, idiot. Nice and close...

As the pair clashed within the lock up, Shiki would seem to hold her own against Eka's strength... and seemed to be the extent of the punkette's effort. Face to face with the taciturn woman, Shiki couldn't help but flash that cute, taunting, grin despite their clinch. She nearly had Eka exactly where she wanted her! The diva had only one shot at this, she couldn't afford to screw it up. However, her opponent's cautiousness was irritatingly obvious. The devious rockstar tensed and shifted as subtly as she could manage but Eka's form seemed to always be frustratingly prepared to react.

That changed in an instance, however, as Eka partially disengaged their lock up in her attempt to go on the offensive. Unfortunately for Eka, Shiki had already placed her scheme into the palm of her hand!

As Eka threw her weight back, Shiki was helplessly dragged along. However, the punkette's hand suddenly flung up as Shiki's palm slapped the young girl right across bridge of her nose. The blow itself was mostly harmless but the sudden puff of dazzling, pink and black, glitter that fluttered across Eka's features was another story. The rockstar ground her palm--along with the glamorous, blinding, dust cloud--fiercely into Eka's eyes before she was awkwardly flipped directly over Eka's figure by the young girl's leg-thrusting throw.

Shiki smacked the the mat roughly with a yelp though a sudden jolt of adrenaline fueled her recovery as she rolled over on to her stomach, watching Eka's reaction eagerly with a gleeful, predatory, stare.

The exchange had happened so quickly, the referee seemed completely oblivious! Shiki's anticipation continued to grow...

Eka spluttered and grabbed her face. She cursed loudly in Georgian and rubbed her face which had the unfortunate side effect of rubbing the glitter further into her eyes. The little exchange was all but won in Eka's mind but the pink and black glitter now coating her face testified that things didn't quite go exactly as planned.

She rolled around on the mat. "What on Earth was that?"Eka wailed. Her usually clear blue eyes were blood red and stung. Tears of pain rolled down her face and she kicked the mat in frustration. Another roll. The ref might have been censuring her opponent but Eka was to preoccupied with stinging eyes to concern herself with it.

She spat. Did this woman manage to get some of this infernal glitter in her mouth? She thrashed and howled in pain. A slam or a hold, she could handle for sure, but this was new, this was dirty, this was too much for Eka. And Shiki ground it in her eyes to boot. Her opponent was a lot faster with her hands than she anticipated, which she would worry about if she wasn't writhing on the mat.

Oh, this was priceless. Much better then Shiki could have ever imagined!

The devious punkette couldn't help but outright laugh as Eka thrashed about the ring blindly. The crowd also seemed to catch on to the underhanded tactic as it came to life once more in a mixture of disapproving jeers and shouts of excitement. More importantly, the referee finally began to show some concern.

Unfortunately for Eka, Shiki was quick to shove her way, roughly, right through the ring's official as she reeled back one of her heavy boots before slamming an unforgiving foot right into Eka's side while she writhed on the ground.

"Back the hell up, ref! We're trying to fight here or didn't you notice?" The rockstar further bullied the referee with a mean glare before Shiki gleefully went back to work on Eka. Clearly taking advantage of her opponents debilitating state, the cruel diva directed another fierce kick right into Eka's ribs, once more looking to take the young wrestler down a couple pegs.  

And to think, all it took was just a tiny bit of glitter, Shiki gave her cute, if terribly arrogant laugh, once more. Let this be a lesson; never underestimate the ruthless power of fabulous fashion!

Eka wasn't sure how it could get any worse after the stinging glitter burned her eyes. The answer to such a question was soon discovered when a boot, heavy with buckles and hate, swung down into her side with a crunch. That elicited a rough "Oof!" from Eka. Her hands were on her face and she was totally unprepared for the kick. A second kick came in a few moments later with equally painful results.

A few nasty purple bruises were still there after the match with Ashura- very light, but still there. These impacts were sure to cause a few more. Eka couldn't help but wince at both of them. She was done howling and gritted her teeth. This woman is clearly outrageously arrogant. Howling would only make it more so.

All of the muscles of her body tensed. For a moment Eka was in so much pain she could barely move. She forced herself to open her eyes and concentrate. This woman would probably bring down a torrent of pain on her. Eka would have to find a way to weather it.

"D'aww, what's the matter? Don't like the new makeover I gave you?"

Reaching down to grab roughly at Eka's pretty hair, Shiki's unsympathetic taunt would be followed with a harsh yank as the punkette forced her opponent up on to her knees--a position Shiki had decided was rather fitting for Eka. Intent with continuing her beatdown, Shiki released the blinded girl momentarily as she went into a brief sprint towards the nearby ropes. Twisting to throw her momentum into the waiting ropes, the rockstar would slingshot herself right back at Eka's kneeling form before attempting to leap into a low and vicious dropkick. All of the punkette's weight would crash behind her boots as Shiki drilled her visually impaired opponent directly in her chest, looking to lay out her flat once again. Shiki's abrupt flight would end with rockstar crashing rather inelegantly on to her own rear with a satisfied grin.

Softening Eka up was just the beginning of the plan before Shiki could begin to get a little more creative with the kind of damage she intended to inflict. The thoughts alone were enough to send a blissful chill along Shiki's devious spine!

Ohh, this was going to be a good night...