Eileen Sommers vs. Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Fairer Sex

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or KO

****

It felt weird for Dmitri to be standing in the guerilla position, once more dressed in his Tae Kwon Do outfit, the crowd roaring just outside. How long had it been since his last official match? Over a year, it felt. He was only a part-timer to begin with, a guy they called in when someone got hurt and they needed a spot to fill. But all the same, that was a long time to go without stepping into an AFW ring.

Though, as he thought about it, that wasn’t strictly true, now was it? He’d been in an AFW ring since then, just not officially.

Dmitri couldn’t help but blush a bit when he thought about his ‘sparring match’ with Alicia. Still felt weird to think of it like that, though. Calling it a spar implied that he was on her level, that they were both getting the same out of it. He learned things, sure, but Alicia? While there were things he could teach her, none of them had anything to do with the ring. Between the ropes, she was the most skilled person he’d ever come across. Bar none.

No, she’d gotten something else out of it. When he thought back, he could almost feel those thighs closing around him like an iron vice, so soft yet so unbelievably hard, that calm smile on her face, that smell…

”Dmitri!” One of the stagehands yelled at him from behind a curtain. ”Dmitri, that’s your music, you’re up! Go, go!”

Dmitri blinked, twice, snapping out of his little head trip and realizing that, yes, that was his music playing over the loudspeakers to an increasingly confused audience. With a quick curse, he skipped out from the curtains and steadily made his way down the ramp, waving to people on the left and the right.

Not that there were all that many people to wave to. This was a small crowd during one of the lesser Tension shows, about a third of the arena’s full capacity, and none of this was going to be aired. A dark match, which was pretty much just to help management assess one of their newer talents.

Not that Dmitri minded. It would be nice to work with someone fresh to the ring, someone that the AFW hadn’t sunk its crazy claws into yet. Maybe make a new friend, who knew?

More than ready, he rolled in under the bottom rope and quickly bounced to his feet. As his music died down, Dmitri came over to his side of the ring and threw some practice kicks, getting nice and limber for the fight to come.

Eileen's plan within AFW was precise as could be. She had names on her list, events in her mind, and victims already selected. The Queen of Summer was going to be a force in AFW like no other; she was absolutely certain of it.

That being said, she was not above small changes in her plans. Like making attempt at adding weight to her name earlier than planned.

Clad in tight fitting wrestling one-piece that resembled something of a long strap wrapped around her, Eileen's powerful curves as ever were on show. The redhead waited with hands combing through her long thick hair, a neutral look on her face.

Eileen was aware that the crowd in tonight's attendance was hardly record breaking. A small set of hardcore fans that came here early to see a wrestling repertoire in show from both fighters, rather than the usual spectacle of the main card of a show. A fact Eileen was aware of.

With her music already blaring, blasting down an upbeat tone that was almost unfitting of such a small modest crowd, Eileen would appear, near no time spent on the entrance ramp to wave or even acknowledge to the crowd. She'd make her way to the ramp acting as if there was no crowd there to entertain, a near complete twist on her entrance to her match with Nobu.

Sliding under the bottom rope with the same pace as her descent down the ramp, Eileen would make something of a small circle at her feet as she paced, lumbering up her toned arms as she stretched them out. There was no need to entertain the crowd, nor unload her usual repertoire of mind games in an effort to win herself some fans.

Rarely for Eileen, this would be wrestling. And nothing else.

Closing her eyes, she'd turn her front back towards the centre of the ring, bringing her arms wide as her head rose. Inhaling deeply, Eileen would slowly open her eyes as they pointed to the ceiling, before they scrolled down to the face before her, breathing as if Eileen had just taken her first breath in a long time.

Once more, she'd inhale deeply, albeit this time the scarlet haired beauty would speak upon exhale.

"Ahhh...Dis-gusting..."

There was a rhythm to the AFW, Dmitri had learned. Granted, given the few matches he’d had, it wasn’t something he could be 100% sure on, but he’d picked up on it well enough from what he watched.

Most of the Tension women were wild - dangerous, fun, but the sort who’d be adventurous enough to go against men far bigger than them on a regular basis. He figured that was natural - the more delicate flowers in the AFW wouldn’t have fared so well, here.

So he was a little surprised when out came a regal looking woman, making her way to the ring with casual strides, moving as if everyone in attendance was obliged to wait for her, like it was their privilege just to see her in action. There was confidence there, though not completely unearned. She did have a great body, clearly rippling with power and well-built.

So he could appreciate that, all of that. Eileen didn’t seem to share the sentiment, though, as she made her way into the ring and seemingly failed to notice his existence for a few moments. When she finally did acknowledge him, it wasn’t the look of a competitor to her future opponent. More like the gaze of someone who’d just seen a roach wander onto their kitchen table.

She said something, he couldn’t quite make it out from where he stood, but he doubt it was pleasant. Still, Dmitri resolved to observe his courtesies. ”Hi,” He made his way out and extended a hand her way. ”Dmitri, Dmitri Voronova. Nice meeting you.”

Whether Dmitri heard the woman's condescending words and tone was irrelevant. Eileen was in no mood for playing friendly, meaning the man before her would most certainly hear words of similar nature when the action itself began.

Completing her long stretch, Eileen would roll her shoulders and eyes back towards the man before her, before finding a curiosity. Well, not perhaps so much as a curiosity, but given Eileen's reaction, the hand before her appeared to have borderline startled her.

Leaning in ever so slightly, Eileen's eyes would increase focus just a touch on that outstretched hand, as her opponent gave name for himself. Rolling her eyes up to the man's own, that condescending and rather vulgar attitude quickly made itself known yet again, with Dmitri offering those polite words of introduction.

Without so much as a sprinkle of sarcasm, Eileen would let loose a small yet hearty laugh, her shoulders bouncing as seemingly committed herself to such, before offering her own words of greeting.

"Ha..ha....No."

The situation between the two wrestlers before her beyond awkward, with the redhead giving her best efforts to look down upon her foe before the match had even begun, the referee would make her motions for said match to begin; bell rung accordingly. Such did not earn a reaction from Eileen, besides her hands coming to her hips, almost effortlessly assuming a stance as if she was a statue made to behold.

This whole scene was getting more and more strange with each passing second.

Dmitri had encountered some strange women in the AFW - in fact, compared to the women he knew before, they were nothing but strange - yet Eileen was already a strong contender for the strangest. Everything about her seemed to be off and aloof. The way she moved the way she looked at him, the manner in which she looked at him, the things she said...or, rather, didn’t say. He got the distinct impression that this was how an ant must feel before the boot came down.

She, of course, didn’t take his handshake, instead choosing to just laugh it off. She was rude, but Dmitri tried not to let it bug him. If that was the way she wanted to be, it was fine - he’d finsih her off quick and be done with it. No frills.

”O...kay, then.” He pulled the arm back and shrugged, ignoring a spate of laughter from the audience. Awkward.

The bell rang and he went into his stance, bouncing about the ring. He started to circle her, staying light on his feet as he moved, ready to move away at a second’s notice. He didn’t want to attack...not just yet. He was curious what Eileen was capable. She had to be this confident for a reason, after all. Though he couldn’t quite imagine what it was. She didn’t look weak, but she was hardly muscled up like Alicia or Tiffany was, and she didn’t strike him as a striker like him.

In Eileen's mind, the more eccentric or 'off' she was, the more time her foe spent pondering. A confused opponent was an opponent prone to mistakes; mistakes that could be capitalised on. What she lacked physically was made up in bucket loads of mental prowess and personality; both of which Eileen was keen to overwhelm the unlucky man before her with.

It certainly wouldn't hurt if she turned the crowd on Dmitri alongside such. They already saw fit to laugh at the mans genuine attempts at courtesy.

The match now underway, she watched cautiously as Dmitri began to circle her. Whilst the man before her adopted a serious pose with arms raised, Eileen would merely latch hand to hip, the other dangling free, as she too circled. Where as it appeared Dmitri was readying to engage with the woman, Eileen appeared to be simply observing him almost akin to a dance partner, whilst she was considering her methods of engagement

"Come then. Have at it." Eileen's free hand outstretched, motioning the man to come to her rather than vice-versa.

Dmitri typically thought of himself as a ‘slow to anger, slow to wrath’ sort of guy, a disposition that he’d picked up from his time as a salaryman. It took a lot to really, truly get under his skin, but he had to admit Eileen was working her way down there fairly fast. It was the same way with the audience, too - Japanese fans were known for their patience, but after several moments of Dmitri dancing and his opponent watching, scattered boos began to ring out.

He needed to do something. Anything. If Eileen didn’t want to take the initiative, well that was her problem.

”If that’s what you want…” The warning in his voice trailed off, as bounced from one side, then the other, before his feet touched and he bolted straight on.

Figuring it was best to start off strong, he closed the distance fast and launched out with a low roundhouse kick, aimed at Eileen’s thigh. Only half a second passed before he pulled back and lashed out again, this time going for her head.

She’d either be able to block it, showing her ability, or...this would be a short match.

It was unsurprising that Eileen had beckoned her foe to come to her, rather than come to him. This was a woman who near filled the arena with ego after all.

Surely enough Dmitri did as requested, closing the distance whilst holding a posture that kept the redhead guessing. Eileen's own stance would remain mostly unchanged; albeit this time, she was mentally preparing herself to respond to whichever offence came her way.

Unfortunately for the self titled Queen of Summer then, that Dmitri's stance offered no cues for the redhead to pick up on; the first strike to her leg coming easily enough and without issue. Eileen grunted at the assault itself, stumbling a inch but generally obtaining posture. All damage stacked together, she figured, as did she figure her opponent understood as well, given the kick seemed more to test Eileen than outright cripple her here and now.

She would be considerably more determined to stop the next assault, which came rather quickly with a high kick aimed straight for Eileen's skull. Using the slight lean gained from the attack to her thigh, Eileen would attempt to simply lean further, attempting to dodge the kick outright as it flew past her. With attempt to seize the chance now presented, Eileen would twist her own stance as she approached her foe, moving again in the opposite direction her foes leg was travelling in effort to avoid any adjustment of its course that Dmitri might of made.

Her own hand now stretching forward, Eileen would twist her open palm as it came towards it's intended target-Dmitri's cheek. With that twist in motion, Eileen would attempt to deliver an attack that was by all means in offensive terms a chop, would ring out into the crowds as if Eileen had just outright slapped her opponent straight across the cheek.

Given the somewhat ruthless crowd had already laughed at Dmitri's expense, she was somewhat keen to see their reaction to the serious fighters opponent responding with what would appeared to be nothing but a slap...

It was true that Dmitri wasn’t looking to hurt Eileen too much - that was never his goal, in any match, with any woman. He could fight, but he’d never been a cruel guy by nature, and hurting someone more than he had to in order to get by wasn’t his style. If at all possible, he’d taken Eileen down, quick and quiet.

But that might not have been in the cards. After all, he’d need to hit her before any of that could happen, and she had some tricks for that.

His first kick landed, but he hadn’t been looking to deal that much damage with it. More of a test, really, and one that he liked the result of. She stumbled. Not much, but it could’ve been more in the future, with some time and attention given.

The second kick, however, was the problem. She managed to dodge that, and before Dmitri had a chance to correct himself, he was greeted by Eileen’s first attack of the match: a slap.

At least, it looked like a slap. It hit much harder than that, though, with enough force to spin him around his heel, making him do a full spin as he rubbed his cheek.

The audience thought it was extremely funny. Dmitri disagreed.

With a quick grimace, he shook it off and resumed his stance. This time he moved towards her a bit more cautiously, throwing out a snap kick towards her chest the second he got in range.

If Eileen was fully aware of the man's typical 'I could never hit a girl' nature, she would of likely been going about this encounter in a whole knew way. Given he was clad in both a serious looking gi and serious looking glare, she was hardly at fault for not recognising such.

Regardless, the mind-games of the redhead were still prevalent; the missed opportunity to take advantage of Dmitri's heartstrings made up for by Eileen's so far skillful use of the crowd. She had reason to turn them against Dmitri beyond the simple factor of having a notable amount of people laugh and jeer at the man.

If the crowd wasn't on Dmitri's side, ideally at least for Eileen, he'd try to win them over. And how would he do that? Again, ideally, by performing risky manoeuvres more impressive to see rather than effective to deliver. Moves Eileen would attempt to capitalise on.

Finding her foe follow up after being slapped in front of the jeering fans, Eileen again saw chance for games from the man's assault. She'd try of course to prevent the kick aimed to her notable chest; arms up and crossed in simple fashion to try and stifle the blow. And whilst she did, partially, there was no stifling the momentum now forced upon her, sending her back to the ropes where she would hook an arm.

Dark smiles forming amidst the mild pain, Eileen couldn't help but give her chest a somewhat blatant fondling as she tended to the wound. That was, just before she spoke once more, this time with a statement somewhat unfitting of 'royalty.'

"Did you just aim for my tits on purpose?"