Post by dsb on Sept 5, 2018 21:44:27 GMT
The crowd readies for a battle for EA gold and the expectant murmur is broken by a blue and white splash of pyro on the upper stage. Lacuna Coil’s ’Our Truth’ explodes from the speakers and the FAWNatics understand the organization’s Greek Goddess has returned from Olympus to grace them.
The pounding battle anthem draws most of Orlando’s impudent mortals to their feet and to the rails, the assembled jeering loudly enough to rattle the rafters, the volume only growing when the tallish, curvy, olive-skinned brunette makes her divine appearance, an immediate threat to bring the Eurasian title to the shores of the Adriatic.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
The PA announces the return to singles action of the Black Courtier and former Intercontinental champion.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Eurasian title. First, from Lamia, Greece, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the Goddess made flesh. ADRIAHHHHHNNA PAHHHHPADAHHHHPOLOUS.”
It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her most recent time off with the immortals in Olympus, like a deity gazing down from the heights at the unworthy.
Her subjects stare, momentarily slackjawed at the Greek beauty as Addy moves toward the ring in a black version of her original attire; a revealing bikini top with an accompanying short, black, pleated skirt giving the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the original familiar blue panties remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, now basic black.
The Goddess is notably without any other accessory, namely the gorgeous, leggy blonde Ashley Locke and arguably the most fearsome FAWN fighter ever, Pandora, neither there to provide immoral support.
Still, Papadopolous appears supremely confident if occasionally perturbed at the audience’s vile reaction to a divine being. She shouts curses at those who push against the barriers in a vain attempt to touch the Goddess.
Adrianna reaches the squared circle and the brunette makes her way up the steps. Once there, she glances disapprovingly at the scene, then slides through the ropes before claiming her corner, awaiting the arrival of the scatterbrained mortal who would prove to be tonight’s sacrifice.
As Papadopolous’ anthem gives way to the symphonic strings of Yoona Park’s entrance, Camille Cosworth rapidly types another lengthy text message on her phone.
“Ugh! Dang it, Kanako, why can’t you just text me back?!” she impatiently huffs, clearly exasperated when her message has received no response after five whole seconds.
“Cam, relaaaaax,” Yoona purrs while hefting the EurAsian title belt over one shoulder. “She’s gonna be fine, we just gotta give her time and space.”
Cosworth starts to protest, “But we haven’t heard from her since --”
“Trust me, babe. Akiyama had a really rough lay, and the only cure for a really rough lay is a really good lay. She’s probably in the middle of enjoying a thick, juicy dick right as we speak, so quit cock-blocking whatever lucky fuck-boy she has in her mouth! Now c’mon, the beat’s dropping...”
Camille tries to argue further, but the beat on the orchestral cover of Pacific Rim is indeed dropping. She gives one last glance at her phone, then she pockets the device and links arms with Yoona. In turn, Park sweeps aside the curtains with a swipe of her hand, and the pair of young women march down the ramp in perfect lockstep to a thunderous ovation thanks to Tomorrow-Morrow Land and Park Place once again being in alignment.
YOONA PARK
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Yoona is dressed as usual for her latest defense, sporting a high-cut bustier-style one piece along with striker’s gloves that run from elbow to palm and leg sleeves that start just north of her knees and terminate in thin stirrups looping around the heels of her otherwise bare feet. Save for the lucky red ribbon tied around the middle of her left thigh, the Slim Reaper is decked out in black trimmed with gold.
Meanwhile, Camille wears street clothes, a pair of sneakers and track pants to go with her girlfriend’s latest licensed T-shirt bearing the slogan FUCK BITCHES, GET MONEY -- words that succinctly describe both Yoona’s attitude and ring tactics. More importantly, however, is what Cosworth doesn’t have on her. Two months after her microdiscectomy procedure, she’s recovered the use of her previously paralyzed right leg, and the absences of her walking cane and leg brace do not go unnoticed by the FAWNatics as their cheering gets a handful of decibels louder than usual.
Once they reach the bottom of the entrance ramp, Yoona gives her title belt to a nearby attendant before turning towards her fans and pulling her hand across her cheeks. In return, large swathes of the audience put on their skeletal facemasks, letting the challenger know that even a Goddess must die when the Slim Reaper comes calling.
“AND INTRODUCING YOUR FAWN EURASIAN CHAMPION... COMING IN AT FIVE FOOT SEVEN AND ONE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT POUNDS… HAILING FROM SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA… YOONA PARK!”
Cosworth starts to head towards her usual seat between broadcast announcers Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman, but Park has other ideas. The close call with catastrophe against the Asian Invasion still fresh in her mind, Yoona insists that Camille observe from the relative safety of the audience rather than the announcer’s table. Park doesn’t trust Adrianna any more than she can correctly spell PAPADOPOLOUS, and she figures that if worst comes to worst and the other two members of the Three make an unwelcome cameo, at least there are more avenues of escape through the crowd.
Cosworth protests at first before eventually acceding to her girlfriend’s request. The simple act of climbing over the barrier unassisted gets another tremendous pop from the masses, the FAWNatics realizing that if Camille could now freely ambulate under her own power, then it was a matter of When and not If she would regain her otherworldly athleticism. The once-and-future Girl of Tomorrow poses for a selfie with a nearby fan in exchange for an enormous tub of Cracker Jack, then she munches away as she watches the Slim Reaper enter the ring.
<<SHIT FUCK TITTY CUNT!>> she shouts in Korean through a mouthful of caramel corn, and though she can’t see her girlfriend’s face from behind, Park’s quaking shoulders are a dead giveaway of someone having a hearty laugh.
Yoona giggles all the way through Al Carpenter’s gear-check, though she recovers some semblance of gravitas by the time the opening bell rings. To slay a Goddess was no laughing matter, even with the combined force of Park Place and Tomorrow-Morrow Land at her back. She considers her various options for a few seconds, her exotic features inscrutable and impassive, then she steps forward with hands held overhead and fingers curled.
Her fans can’t help but groan, knowing that a Test of Strength against the powerful Greek is one that Yoona is certain to fail. Their sentiments are echoed by Adrianna herself, the olive-skinned challenger huffing a derisive snort through her nostrils like an angry bull about to gore a matador.
“You DARE challenge a Goddess?!” Papadopolous bellows, stepping forward to intertwine her left hand with the champion’s right.
Even with her fingers and wrist protected by her elbow-length gauntlet, the challenger’s grip-strength alone is able to make Yoona visibly wince. This does not escape Adrianna’s notice, nor does the fact that Park is still keeping her other hand aloft in open defiance of the Greek’s superior power. A haughty grin stretching across her face, Papadopolous locks in the other half of the Test of Strength, and she’s promptly rewarded with a punt to the privates.
It is perhaps a testament to her divine strength that Adrianna does not immediately curl into a fetal ball. Instead, her eyes bug out and her lips form an ‘O’ as the air from her lungs is expelled in a long, agonized wheeze, her hands melting away from her opponent’s and moving in slow motion to cover up her crotch. Miraculously, she remains standing -- pigeon-toed and hunched over, but standing nonetheless.
“HA, HA, HA! YES!” Park rears back and laughs with fists planted on her hips. “EXACTLY AS PL -- !”
Yoona’s exaltation is cut short by a brawny arm smashing her right across the collarbones, Adrianna pushing through the pain to lunge forward with a massive Clothesline that turns Park upside-down and inside-out. The champion flips through the air before crashing face-first to the mat, showing no signs of life save for a few involuntary twitches of her splayed out limbs. With her opponent down and apparently out, Papadopolous allows herself to lay on her side with hands clasped between her thighs, tightly clenching her jaw as the delayed aftershocks from the Low Blow radiate all the way up to the back of her eyeballs.
Carpenter counts while the fans groan, both out of empathetic pain for the pair of wrestlers and because they’d rather not see a double count-out just a minute into a title match. Fortunately, Adrianna manages to stagger to her feet at eight-and-a-half, and when Yoona is slow to join her, she grabs two handfuls of hair and hauls the Korean up. The Grecian beauty slings her opponent’s left arm over her neck, then she lifts the champion high onto her shoulders and lays out flat on the deck, using Park’s body to break the fall.
OLYMPUS SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghmSv3Ipyk0
The entire ring rattles from the impact of the Olympus Slam, and Adrianna rolls over and pivots into a simple Crossbody pin, certain that she is but three seconds away from adding another title reign to her resumé. Rather than deliver the count, Carpenter only points out that Yoona has an arm draped over the bottom rope, and the Goddess makes her wrath known with a wordless, angry snarl.
Papadopolous drags Park to her feet once more, this time propping her against the nearby set of turnbuckles. With her foe thus positioned, Adrianna backs into the diagonally opposite corner, then she explodes forward as if shot from a cannon. From just a step and a half past the center of the ring, she leaps into the air, looking to crush Yoona under her nearly one hundred and forty pounds of divine flesh.
It becomes clear that Adrianna is not the Goddess of Fortune, however, when Park makes another narrow escape, this time by pivoting out of the corner with nary a second to spare. Instead of pulverizing the ex-ballerina with an Avalanche Splash straight off the slopes of Mount Olympus, Papadopolous smashes her heavenly rack against the top turnbuckle. She bounces away, stumbling backwards and with her hands pressed to her sternum, and then Yoona has her in a snug Rear Waistlock a moment later.
Getting the larger wrestler up and over for a proper German Suplex is more than a still-recovering Park can manage at the moment, so instead the Slim Reaper lifts Adrianna up to shoulder height before dropping her down across a posted thigh. Having her tailbone and undercarriage punished a second time by an Atomic Drop elicits a decidedly mortal sounding yelp from the Goddess, and she staggers to the edge of the ring with one hand pressed to her backside and the other gripping the top rope for support.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=930iQyPAzXI
The Slim Reaper takes an extra few seconds to catch her breath, crouching on one knee with hands on the canvas and this time keeping safe distance in case of another surprise counterattack. Once she’s sure that the wobble in her knees is gone, Yoona gives a sharp whistle to draw her opponent’s attention as she springs forward with her fist cocked. Adrianna spins around just in time to catch a Superman Punch flush to the jaw, and the force of the blow sends her tumbling over ropes before crashing to the floor.
Leaning against the steel cables in the same spot where Papadopolous had been just a second ago, Park flexes her knees as if to launch herself out of the ring. At the last moment she sees Camille in the audience directly in front of her, and her better half silently mouths ‘No’ while pointing down with one finger. Yoona looks down again and sees that Adrianna is already crawling to hands and knees, making any aerial attack profoundly unwise and risky.
Park acknowledges the sage advice by winking and pointing at her girl, then she closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide, allowing Cosworth to rapidly flick a handful of popcorn one piece at a time into her gaping maw with pinpoint precision. The couple share a quick chuckle, and Yoona re-positions herself in an expectant crouch at the center of the ring, chewing loudly on her mid-match snack and staring intently at the recovering challenger.
Adrianna pushes to her feet, her right hand still stuck between her legs, giving a brief massage to her undercarriage, her dark eyes trained on a surprising sight, Park not pressing her advantage. With the official’s count accumulating, the bosomy brunette moves to the apron’s edge, leaning against it.
Yoona takes a few rapid steps toward her challenger and ‘psychs’ the Goddess into backpedaling to the steel barricade behind her.
“Keep her back,” the curvy Greek beauty demands of the ref. But with Park still a few steps from the cables, the zebra shrugs and keeps counting, forcing Addy to scurry to the ring and slide through at “NINE.”
With her foe back inside the squared circle, Yoona pushes past the arbiter and delivers a double axhandle between the shoulderblades of a rising Papadopolous, driving Adrianna down to all fours. Yoona lowers beside her challenger’s braincase and THUMPS in a five-count of knee strikes that violently swing Addy’s noggin in the opposite direction, the last one sending the Greek barrel-rolling to her back, looking up at the rafters with glassy peepers.
Yoona gazes at her paramour in the front row.
“She doesn’t look much like a goddess,” the Korean offers. “And I know my goddesses.”
Park puckers at Camille who blushes and scolds simultaneously, demanding her favorite titleholder get back to business.
Yoona rolls her eyes, but does as she’s told, sinking a set of nails into her foe’s lush brown locks and slowly yanking the reeling deity up to her haunches.
“So do I pray to you even if you’re on your knees?” Park asks before slapping the taste out of Adrianna’s mouth with a stinging open hand.
“You will,” Pappy grunts under her breath before swinging an uppercut toward Yoona’s womanhood.
With cat-like, or perhaps more appropriately in this case, pussy-like reflexes, the former kickboxer and ballet dancer snatches Addy’s right wrist with both hands before the Goddess can hit paydirt.
“So I take it you’re from the underworld,” Park snorts, looking down at a startled Adrianna, Pappy not pleased her reset button wasn’t reached.
With the Greek’s right wrist in her possession, Yoona falls to the canvas, dragging Pappy’s limb along and scissoring it when she hits the canvas, looking to end the match with a submission. Frantically, a kneeling Adrianna tries to escape the armbar. She manages to link fingers with her left set of digits, taking substantial pressure off.
Then the Goddess Made Flesh shows the power divine right has granted her from Mount Olympus when she slowly but surely rises and tugs Yoona off the canvas as well. The curvy Greek powers the Eurasian champion all the way to powerbomb position, Park’s peepers widening with dismay until Adrianna sits out and likely puts a divot in the canvas-covered plywood by delivering Yoona to the deck in ring-rattling fashion.
Immediately released upon impact, Addy eschews a pin attempt on the splattered and stilled Park, instead tugging her injured wing close and working at it softly. As the champ begins to shudder back to life, Papadopolous crawls to the champ and drops her curvy frame across Park in a lateral press. But the delay is too long and Yoona kicks out from under her challenger at ONE.
On hands and knees, Addy growls at the audacity of the mortal. She yanks Yoona to her feet with a tight grasp on the Korean’s left wrist, vaulting Park into the air as the Goddess rises. And once the champ’s boot soles touch earth, she’s tugged into a short-arm clothesline that nearly decapitates Cosworth’s beloved. Yoona backflips to a face and chest-first splash to the mat, FAWN’s deity hovering over her carcass, raising her arms high and wide, demanding the rabble show their respect.
While Camille displays worry, the FAWNatics supply their disdain, raining boos on the olive-skinned grappler. The brunette brushes their heresy off her shoulder with a flick of her wrist and trains her eyes on the rising Park, Yoona showing she is no ordinary mortal to rise so quickly.
Adrianna awaits the champ, motioning her forward when Park reaches vertical. Yoona throws a haphazard clothesline, lurching toward Addy. The challenger dips beneath and comes at her foe from behind.
Wrapping her arms around the Korean’s throat, Pappy drops to her heavenly rump, sending Yoona CRASHING to the canvas via her foe’s Mediterranean Plunge.
Mediterranean Plunge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP8ff-RNk5c )
The Goddess collects Yoona’s far leg and rolls the champ into a tight ball, the Korean stacked on her shoulders beneath the Grecian deity for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Park’s body spasms, Yoona kicking her way loose of Papadopolous and flopping to her side. The champ blinks her eyes wide and rattles her noggin, trying to regain her bearings. But the Greek Freak is already on her feet and sends a stomp into Park’s left temple, the blow a sedative to Yoona’s efforts to collect her wits.
With the champion splayed in a face-up spreadeagle, the Goddess strides to the corner and ascends to her place atop the mount, Addy very agile despite her curvy dimensions. Once reaching the ring’s Olympus, Adrianna turns and puts Park in her sights, dipping slightly and launching HIGH into the Orlando night.
Adrianna tucks her frame tight at the zenith of her arc then hits like lightning into Park, smashing her like a shapely bug on a windshield. The champ jackknifes under the domineering Goddess’ ‘Fire From Olympus’ before fainting flat to the canvas under the divine one.
Camille is up from her seat with a white knuckle grip on the steel rod at the top of the barricade, silently imploring as Pappy covers her girl for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Yoona barely shifts a shoulder off the canvas with a split-second to spare. Adrianna, on her haunches at Park’s side, turns to the blasphemer that dare not count the mortal out of the match.
Rising to her feet, Pappy gets in the man’s grill, demanding an explanation. A shrug and two raised fingers is all he can offer.
The furious Goddess strides back to the champ, who’s made it to all fours. Addy ’guides’ the Korean back to her feet and walks Yoona to the corner closest Park’s biggest fan. Adrianna forces Yoona’s droopy chin upward, sending her blurry gaze toward Camille.
“I’m going to break this temporal being,” the challenger shouts to the most important occupant of the first row. “Break her in half and provide her back to you in pieces.”
Adrianna stuffs the wilting Park deep into the buckles, turns, and paces to the opposite corner. There she makes a u-turn and places the wings of Mercury on her shoulders, speeding toward her signature Greek Combo, an avalanche splash and follow-up stink-face that would let Park know where she stood in relation to FAWN’s divine creation.
The mouthy Korean was nothing if not blasphemous though, and she denies Adrianna’s heavenly wrath once again, this time by leaning back onto the turnbuckles, raising her right leg, and letting the challenger’s momentum do the rest. Papadopolous runs face-first into Yoona’s bare heel, then she staggers away with both hands cupped to her aching jaw. She inadvertently turns away to the champion as she retreats to the middle of the ring, and a moment later, the Goddess is brought crashing down to Earth when Park barrels into the back of her knees with a vicious Chop Block.
Adrianna howls as she topples to the canvas, then she continues howling when Yoona traps her left leg in an Heel Hook, threading both calves around her thigh, tucking the toe of her boot under an armpit, and giving a savage twist to her heel.
HEEL HOOK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7oka_cpmRI
Carpenter is quick to offer Papadopolous a chance to call it a night, but the challenger adamantly refuses as she roars, “MOVE, LITTLE MAN!”
With the sturdy rubber and leather of her wrestling boot providing some measure of protection for her ankle if not her knee, Adrianna braces her palms against the mat and begins dragging herself backwards with her opponent in tow. Park continues to work the hold even when it becomes clear that a submission is not forthcoming, both to weaken her challenger for the rest of the match and to buy herself time to recover after being ragdolled by the powerful Greek. Yoona grinds away at the trapped limb all the way through Adrianna’s odyssey to the edge of the ring, only relenting when Papadoplous grabs the bottom rope and the referee’s five-count has reached four and nine-tenths.
Feeling better now that she’s had a chance to catch her breath, the champion turns on her heels and sprints towards the other side of the ring, using the springy steel cables to send her bouncing back with augmented speed. The Goddess is still down and clutching at her ankle, and she’s caught completely unaware when Yoona THWACKS both feet into her ribs at the conclusion of a Baseball Slide. Adrianna is unceremoniously dumped to the floor for the second time after being sent rolling under the bottom rope, while the Slim Reaper rises to a stand out on the apron.
A few seconds later, the Goddess clambers upright with the help of the ring steps, and Yoona springs her trap. Park runs along the narrow apron with a graceful balance born from her days as a ballerina, then in mid-stride she drives her right knee directly into the side of Adrianna’s skull.
APRON RUNNING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6SzlVd5s7M
While the Running Knee Strike might have induced a concussive coma in most opponents, Papadopolous was no mere mortal. She not only remains conscious, but she remains standing after the brutal blow, hissing and wincing as she totters away with a slight limp. Yoona growls in frustration, then she resets her stance and leaps off the ring apron with her right arm chambered for another Superman Punch just as the Greek Freak is turning around.
Adrianna would not fall for the same trick twice, however, and she leans to one side to dodge the strike while at the same time wrapping her arms around the Korean’s waist to pluck the champion out of the air. A single constriction of those powerful limbs forces the breath from Park’s lungs in a pained gasp, then Papadopolous drives forward and rams her opponent’s spine into the steel ringpost.
Yoona has no air and she must scream, so all that comes out is a wheezing croak. Adrianna backs up a step and a half with the champion’s limp body still in her grasps, then she spins in a tight pirouette to build momentum and slams Park into the unforgiving apron with a massive Belly-to-Belly Suplex. The Korean spasmodically arches her back after being crashing onto the hardest part of the ring, her normally flawless features twisted into a grotesque, silent howl. Papodopolous gives her a rough two-handed shove to send her rolling under the bottom rope and back into the legal field of play, lest the champion try to retain her title by taking a count-out disqualification.
Meanwhile, a wide-eyed Camille looks on while nervously stuffing her face with handful after handful after handful of popcorn. The fan who had initially given her that tub of Cracker Jack notices Cosworth’s anxiety and senses an opportunity.
“By the way, I’m still single. Unless you count my nine cats… which… ahh… which most people don’t...” the woman says as nonchalantly as she can manage. “Just putting it out there, in case… you know… in case she dies or something… Excuse me if I’m being too forward, but there’s nothing sexier than a lonely, grieving widow who --”
Camille politely puts an end to the conversation by cramming a fistful of caramel popcorn into the fan’s mouth. By the time she turns her attention back to the ring, she’s just in time to the Goddess climb atop a set of turnbuckles, looming ominously over her girlfriend who’s still laid out in the ring below.
Unfortunately for the cat-lady who’s trying to usurp her place in Cosworth’s bed, Yoona regains enough of her senses to roll out of harm’s way before Adrianna can launch. Papadopolous hops down to the apron, grimacing ever-so-slightly at the twinge in her foot upon dismount, then she stalks over to collect the flagging champion.
A hard tug on her braid gets Yoona to her feet, and in the blink of an eye, she finds herself scooped up onto her opponent’s brawny right shoulder. Park sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth and prepares for a Body Slam, but it seems the challenger has other plans. The Goddess backs up into one corner and takes aim at the opposite, then she takes off in a sprint, aiming to pitch the Korean headfirst into the turnbuckles like a lawn dart.
She only gets halfway there before her left ankle buckles, and as the Goddess stumbles, her opponent squirms free from her grasps and slips out the backdoor. Yoona slides partway down Adrianna’s back before she scissors her legs around the Greek’s waist to stay firmly attached, then she wraps her left arm around the other woman’s neck, left hand gripping her right bicep and right hand palming the top of her opponent’s skull for maximum leverage on the Piggyback Sleeper.
PIGGYBACK SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwbsuHb7BUo
Tightening her grip topside, Park continues to coil her legs around the olive-skinned midriff of the Goddess. She adds a violent twisting shake to the constriction and Adrianna’s powerful legs give a shimmy. The blood flow being barred from her brain, the lids over Pappy’s dark eyes start to flutter. She staggers toward the ropes, arms outstretched, trying to find safe haven.
The curvy brunette wobbles on her way and falls to her knees, but it’s into the corner, her arms lying over the middle rope on either side. Yoona keeps her draining grip for another four seconds before releasing and stepping back.
Spinning away from the penitent Goddess, Yoona jogs to the opposite buckles. Park taps the top and turns in a sprint across the canvas. She leaps from several feet out, legs widened slightly, and the champ’s derriere CRASHES into the back of the Greek’s neck. Grabbing the ropes on either side, Park proceeds to SLAM Addy’s face into the middle buckle time and time again with an inverted version of a bronco buster, Adrianna eating padded steel instead of Korean backside.
The Eurasian titleholder brings the horsey ride to a full TEN pelvic thrusts, the FAWNatics gleefully counting along. Park dismounts and snatches a handful of long dark locks, yanking the deity to her boot soles and spinning the challenger to face her. Yoona blisters the chest of the Goddess with a wicked backhand chop. She adds another then gives a long lolly lick of her palm before dispensing a third that echoes through the arena, drawing a loud ‘WOOO’ from the crowd.
Pushing a wincing Adrianna deeper into the corner, Park turns to face the the center and thrusts her rump into the lower abdomen of Papadopolous, eliciting a low grunt from the curvy brunette. Yoona reaches over her right shoulder, grasping Addy’s braincase with a ¾ facelock and drops to one knee, flipping the Greek Freak over with a snap mare.
Adrianna lands on her ample gluteus, grimacing from the bruised tailbone. As the challenger slips a hand beneath her butt to rub away some of the pain, Park races toward the corner in front of the seated Goddess, her first step on the back of Pappy’s noggin, slamming the face of the Immortal into the unforgiving canvas-covered plywood between Addy’s legs. Continuing on, Yoona races up to the middle buckle of the far corner, leaps off in a 180, and is quickly at full speed, Park bearing down on the denizen of Olympus.
The champ leaps, legs extended and in a conspicuous ‘V’ shape, her bare tootsies SLAM into the inner, olive-skinned thighs of the divine one, Adrianna yelping in pain from the impacts.
But the former ballerina is far from done. Yoona uses her great flexibility to open her legs and, in turn, push those of the Goddess wider still. Her infamous seated leg spread on display, the Korean tests the elasticity of a Goddess’ groin and finds it lacking in this instance. Adrianna bites her lip, then mewls, then desperately reaches for the ropes behind her to end the intense pressure on her inner thighs. Curling a single finger around the bottom rope behind her, Addy howls in a very ungodlike plea for the official to extricate her from the set of splits Yoona has worked the Greek’s stems into.
The ref starts his count and Park gets another four seconds of forcible yoga from the Goddess before one final thrust of Yoona’s legs outward gives Papadopolous a remembrance of the experience.
As Park rises, no worse for wear, Adrianna collapses into a fetal ball, rubbing either side of her lockbox, apparently forgetting she needs to keep one hand on the ropes to keep the champ at bay.
Yoona does not fail to notice and she latches onto each of her foe’s ankles, pulling Adrianna out of her turtled position and dragging the busty brunette toward the middle of the ring.
Laying the Goddess out center stage, Park hops above the splayed challenger and stomps the D-cups of the Greek Freak, flattening them as best she can, the massive mammaries of the Immortal mushrooming. Yooona grinds her bare feet into the tender tissue before dismounting, leaving Adrianna to swaddle her aching orbs. While Pappy protects, the champ slides behind the seated Addy.
Park takes a seat on Adrianna’s shoulder, the back of the Goddess’ head pressed tight to her crotch. Leaning forward, the Korean collects either of Pappy’s legs behind the shins. She lifts and spreeeads the stems of Papadopolous wide with a vicious Split-Legged Stump Puller.
Split-Legged Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiEwOgSwWbE )
The titleholder widens her arms, sending the Greek beauty’s lower limbs into a wondrous expansive ‘V’ shape, toes pointed to the rafters. Park pulls back on Addy’s heels while pushing Pappy’s face into her plentiful cleavage, nearly forcing a self-smother.
The official slides next to the captured and constrained challenger.
“Whaddya say?”
“Nuhhh,” Adrianna manages in less than impressive fashion for a Goddess Made Flesh.
Still, Papadopolous holds out long enough, a dozen seconds or so, for Park to give up her signature submission, looking for another way to defeat the divine.
Yoona moves to the ropes nearest her squeeze and waves excitedly to a perturbed Cosworth.
“Would you please?” Camille asks, not wanting the champ to squander her advantage.
“You’re no fun when you’re healthy,” Park jokes.
The Korean returns her attention to a rising Adrianna, the Goddess vertical but in retreat, limping away from the approaching Park. Yoona sinks a set of digits into Pappy’s left trapezius. Instantly, Adrianna lifts a blind mule kick behind her and finds Yoona’s undefended honey pot.
Park’s dark eyes widen, her jaw going slack as the shockwaves of anguish radiate from her crotch. Frozen and doubled, Yoona can manage little as a hobbling Goddess turns and slides alongside the damaged champion. Adrenaline flowing, Addy tugs a flaccid arm of Park’s over her shoulders and wraps her powerful arms around Yoona’s tummy.
Showing she still has plenty of power in her earthly package, Adrianna vaults Yoona into the air and POUNDS her foe’s head and shoulders into the deck in brutal fashion with her Herculean Backdrop.
Herculean Backdrop (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xotEjf1JLV4 )
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy with the disturbing collision, Park flopping to a lifeless spread-eagle while a spent Pappy draws in a few deep breaths with the help of her mountainous lungs while on her back. The bosomy brunette rolls to her chest and crawls to the splayed champion, throwing an arm across Yoona’s softly rolling chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE -- NO!
A spasm brings Park’s left shoulder an inch or two off the mat, ensuring her reign lasts another three seconds much to the consternation of Papadopolous. Still kneeling over the splattered remains of her opponent, the Goddess rants and raves at Carpenter, but either the man is an atheist or subscribes to a different pantheon as he holds firm on his two point nine nine count.
Adrianna screams something uncouth in her native Greek about the referee’s mother and ancestral lineage, then she gets back to the task at hand after that final, cathartic curse. The challenger clambers to her feet and takes an awkward-looking lap around the ring in an attempt to walk off a pair of pulled hamstrings and a strained groin. By the time Adrianna’s gait is somewhat recovered, Yoona has still only managed to drag herself up to hands and knees, though Papadopolous eagerly helps her up by wrapping a pair of arms around her gut and deadlifting her into the air.
The Goddess holds her opponent at waist level for a few seconds, clenching her jaw and grimacing from the strain of the additional weight on her tortured legs and ankle. Park isn’t in a position to take advantage with her hands and feet limply swaying a few inches above the mat, however, and after a short delay, Papdopolous wrenches her up into the Powerbomb position in an impressive display of brute force before diving forward to hammer her to the deck with yet another thunderous slam.
DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSkm-VhH9bk
Yoona’s spine and shoulderblades hit the mat and bounce back up several inches, her flaccid form turning over in midair before finally landing in an ungainly belly-flop. A couple of feet away, Adrianna seems to be doing no better as she lays on her side with knees curled to her chest, screaming bloody murder while clutching the back of her thighs. Fearful that the challenger might have popped her hamstrings with that final lift for the Powerbomb, the referee is down at her side in an instant to take a closer look.
Evidently not liking what he saw, Al starts to signal for a referee stoppage and a No Contest, only to be cut off by a wordless shout so violent and vehement that he nearly jumps out of his shoes. Adrianna gives the man another angry wave of her arm, then she digs her fingernails into the canvas and slowly drags herself over to the prostrate champion, both legs lying limp behind her. She gives Yoona a hard shove with one hand to turn the Korean over and flops into a pin, clearly exhausted herself.
Carpenter counts…
ONE
TWO
THR -- NO!
...before Park gets a shoulder up again, this time with more authority than the last, granted precious seconds to recover by her opponent’s inability to pin her immediately after the Powerbomb.
Papadopolous doesn't even bother arguing with the official, instead rocking back onto her haunches and letting loose a scream filled with fury and frustration. Adrianna fills her hands with Yoona’s dark locks and gives a series of vigorous shakes, doing her best to scramble the Korean’s brains until Al drags her away after a five count. Forced to relocate a few steps away by the referee, the Goddess slowly struggles to her feet, eyes welling and lips quivering with agony as even the most minute movement makes the inferno in her thighs and groin that much more unbearable.
Even so, she manages to beat her opponent to verticality, Adrianna fully upright if unsteady while Yoona is still using the ropes as a ladder to haul herself up, her back turned to her opponent. Sensing that the end is nigh one way or another, Papadopolous extends her open right hand high overhead as if beseeching the heavens to grant her strength for one last blow, a devastating Hand of Athena that would break the heart of the champion along with all those in Park Place.
Just as Yoona turns around and staggers towards the center of the ring, Adrianna clenches her hand into a fist and brings it down like the hammer of an angry Goddess, a direct hit to the cleft of Park’s modest bosom. The force of the blow sends the ex-ballerina reeling backwards before she rebounds off the steel cables, and then Papadopolous realizes something is wrong.
The champion’s gait is determined and steady, completely unlike the drunken stagger of a hapless wrestler about to collapse after a Heart Punch. It dawns upon Adrianna that her ruined legs have rendered her Hand of Athena ineffective, her divine strength neutralized without a stable base for leverage. Her features twist into a stricken look of despair for just the briefest of moments, then Adrianna’s face violently meets Yoona’s posted right knee courtesy of a vicious V-Trigger.
V-TRIGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHDBtaeLiJw
Papadopolous goes slack at the impact, though she’s prevented from crumbling to the mat when Park catches both of her arms in a tight Double Underhook. Yoona forces her latest challenger to stoop over at the waist, then she tries her best to lift the Goddess up for a Tiger Driver, but she finds she cannot. She is too worn, and her opponent is too large.
“Goddamn it, you fat fuck!” the Slim Reaper snarls while stepping her legs over Adrianna’s bowed neck. “Fine! Have it your way, Pap smear!”
Park rolls onto her back while pulling Papadopolous into her lap, then she hooks her feet against the inside of her opponent’s ankles and spreads her ballet-honed legs as far apart as they go. Adrianna howls as she’s once again forced into a pair of splits by the champion’s Broken Butterfly, stretched well past the limits of her flexibility while her upturned undercarriage is displayed in humiliating fashion. She struggles for but a few seconds before she realizes that resistance is both futile and liable to lead to severe injury.
“I QUIT!” Papadopolous bleats to the referee in a most ungodly manner, much to the delight of the Korean and her fans.
BROKEN BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI
The dinging of the bell and the ring announcer proclaim Yoona’s defense to be a successful one, the Slim Reaper adding another name to her list of victims. Park releases the hold at the referee’s urging and allows a grimacing Adrianna to beat a hasty retreat, the erstwhile Goddess rolling out to the floor before curling into a ball while trying to massage some life back into her thighs. A couple of seconds later, Camille slides into the ring and dumps her enormous bucket of Cracker Jack all over Yoona like a celebratory Gatorade bath, then Cosworth picks up her paramour in a tight Bear Hug and twirls the both of them around and around and around in the center of the ring to an ovation from the FAWNatics.
She only stops when Park threatens to vomit, and she adds through a megawatt grin, “I’ve been waiting to do that for a loooooooonnnng time, Yoona…”
“God fucking damn it, you’re such a huge fu --” Yoona starts to groan as she receives the EurAsian title belt from Carpenter, but then she cuts herself off and her expression softens when she realizes that for the first time in almost nine months, Camille is back in the center of the ring.
Park drops her gilded strap, ten pounds of leather and gold clattering to the mat, then she wraps both arms around her girlfriend in a fierce embrace while nuzzling in close against the side of Cosworth’s head.
“Babe, we’ve all been waiting a long time…” she whispers, audible to Camille and Camille alone as the pair of lovebirds soak in the adulation from the crowd.
The pounding battle anthem draws most of Orlando’s impudent mortals to their feet and to the rails, the assembled jeering loudly enough to rattle the rafters, the volume only growing when the tallish, curvy, olive-skinned brunette makes her divine appearance, an immediate threat to bring the Eurasian title to the shores of the Adriatic.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
The PA announces the return to singles action of the Black Courtier and former Intercontinental champion.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Eurasian title. First, from Lamia, Greece, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the Goddess made flesh. ADRIAHHHHHNNA PAHHHHPADAHHHHPOLOUS.”
It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her most recent time off with the immortals in Olympus, like a deity gazing down from the heights at the unworthy.
Her subjects stare, momentarily slackjawed at the Greek beauty as Addy moves toward the ring in a black version of her original attire; a revealing bikini top with an accompanying short, black, pleated skirt giving the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the original familiar blue panties remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, now basic black.
The Goddess is notably without any other accessory, namely the gorgeous, leggy blonde Ashley Locke and arguably the most fearsome FAWN fighter ever, Pandora, neither there to provide immoral support.
Still, Papadopolous appears supremely confident if occasionally perturbed at the audience’s vile reaction to a divine being. She shouts curses at those who push against the barriers in a vain attempt to touch the Goddess.
Adrianna reaches the squared circle and the brunette makes her way up the steps. Once there, she glances disapprovingly at the scene, then slides through the ropes before claiming her corner, awaiting the arrival of the scatterbrained mortal who would prove to be tonight’s sacrifice.
As Papadopolous’ anthem gives way to the symphonic strings of Yoona Park’s entrance, Camille Cosworth rapidly types another lengthy text message on her phone.
“Ugh! Dang it, Kanako, why can’t you just text me back?!” she impatiently huffs, clearly exasperated when her message has received no response after five whole seconds.
“Cam, relaaaaax,” Yoona purrs while hefting the EurAsian title belt over one shoulder. “She’s gonna be fine, we just gotta give her time and space.”
Cosworth starts to protest, “But we haven’t heard from her since --”
“Trust me, babe. Akiyama had a really rough lay, and the only cure for a really rough lay is a really good lay. She’s probably in the middle of enjoying a thick, juicy dick right as we speak, so quit cock-blocking whatever lucky fuck-boy she has in her mouth! Now c’mon, the beat’s dropping...”
Camille tries to argue further, but the beat on the orchestral cover of Pacific Rim is indeed dropping. She gives one last glance at her phone, then she pockets the device and links arms with Yoona. In turn, Park sweeps aside the curtains with a swipe of her hand, and the pair of young women march down the ramp in perfect lockstep to a thunderous ovation thanks to Tomorrow-Morrow Land and Park Place once again being in alignment.
YOONA PARK
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Yoona is dressed as usual for her latest defense, sporting a high-cut bustier-style one piece along with striker’s gloves that run from elbow to palm and leg sleeves that start just north of her knees and terminate in thin stirrups looping around the heels of her otherwise bare feet. Save for the lucky red ribbon tied around the middle of her left thigh, the Slim Reaper is decked out in black trimmed with gold.
Meanwhile, Camille wears street clothes, a pair of sneakers and track pants to go with her girlfriend’s latest licensed T-shirt bearing the slogan FUCK BITCHES, GET MONEY -- words that succinctly describe both Yoona’s attitude and ring tactics. More importantly, however, is what Cosworth doesn’t have on her. Two months after her microdiscectomy procedure, she’s recovered the use of her previously paralyzed right leg, and the absences of her walking cane and leg brace do not go unnoticed by the FAWNatics as their cheering gets a handful of decibels louder than usual.
Once they reach the bottom of the entrance ramp, Yoona gives her title belt to a nearby attendant before turning towards her fans and pulling her hand across her cheeks. In return, large swathes of the audience put on their skeletal facemasks, letting the challenger know that even a Goddess must die when the Slim Reaper comes calling.
“AND INTRODUCING YOUR FAWN EURASIAN CHAMPION... COMING IN AT FIVE FOOT SEVEN AND ONE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHT POUNDS… HAILING FROM SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA… YOONA PARK!”
Cosworth starts to head towards her usual seat between broadcast announcers Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman, but Park has other ideas. The close call with catastrophe against the Asian Invasion still fresh in her mind, Yoona insists that Camille observe from the relative safety of the audience rather than the announcer’s table. Park doesn’t trust Adrianna any more than she can correctly spell PAPADOPOLOUS, and she figures that if worst comes to worst and the other two members of the Three make an unwelcome cameo, at least there are more avenues of escape through the crowd.
Cosworth protests at first before eventually acceding to her girlfriend’s request. The simple act of climbing over the barrier unassisted gets another tremendous pop from the masses, the FAWNatics realizing that if Camille could now freely ambulate under her own power, then it was a matter of When and not If she would regain her otherworldly athleticism. The once-and-future Girl of Tomorrow poses for a selfie with a nearby fan in exchange for an enormous tub of Cracker Jack, then she munches away as she watches the Slim Reaper enter the ring.
<<SHIT FUCK TITTY CUNT!>> she shouts in Korean through a mouthful of caramel corn, and though she can’t see her girlfriend’s face from behind, Park’s quaking shoulders are a dead giveaway of someone having a hearty laugh.
Yoona giggles all the way through Al Carpenter’s gear-check, though she recovers some semblance of gravitas by the time the opening bell rings. To slay a Goddess was no laughing matter, even with the combined force of Park Place and Tomorrow-Morrow Land at her back. She considers her various options for a few seconds, her exotic features inscrutable and impassive, then she steps forward with hands held overhead and fingers curled.
Her fans can’t help but groan, knowing that a Test of Strength against the powerful Greek is one that Yoona is certain to fail. Their sentiments are echoed by Adrianna herself, the olive-skinned challenger huffing a derisive snort through her nostrils like an angry bull about to gore a matador.
“You DARE challenge a Goddess?!” Papadopolous bellows, stepping forward to intertwine her left hand with the champion’s right.
Even with her fingers and wrist protected by her elbow-length gauntlet, the challenger’s grip-strength alone is able to make Yoona visibly wince. This does not escape Adrianna’s notice, nor does the fact that Park is still keeping her other hand aloft in open defiance of the Greek’s superior power. A haughty grin stretching across her face, Papadopolous locks in the other half of the Test of Strength, and she’s promptly rewarded with a punt to the privates.
It is perhaps a testament to her divine strength that Adrianna does not immediately curl into a fetal ball. Instead, her eyes bug out and her lips form an ‘O’ as the air from her lungs is expelled in a long, agonized wheeze, her hands melting away from her opponent’s and moving in slow motion to cover up her crotch. Miraculously, she remains standing -- pigeon-toed and hunched over, but standing nonetheless.
“HA, HA, HA! YES!” Park rears back and laughs with fists planted on her hips. “EXACTLY AS PL -- !”
Yoona’s exaltation is cut short by a brawny arm smashing her right across the collarbones, Adrianna pushing through the pain to lunge forward with a massive Clothesline that turns Park upside-down and inside-out. The champion flips through the air before crashing face-first to the mat, showing no signs of life save for a few involuntary twitches of her splayed out limbs. With her opponent down and apparently out, Papadopolous allows herself to lay on her side with hands clasped between her thighs, tightly clenching her jaw as the delayed aftershocks from the Low Blow radiate all the way up to the back of her eyeballs.
Carpenter counts while the fans groan, both out of empathetic pain for the pair of wrestlers and because they’d rather not see a double count-out just a minute into a title match. Fortunately, Adrianna manages to stagger to her feet at eight-and-a-half, and when Yoona is slow to join her, she grabs two handfuls of hair and hauls the Korean up. The Grecian beauty slings her opponent’s left arm over her neck, then she lifts the champion high onto her shoulders and lays out flat on the deck, using Park’s body to break the fall.
OLYMPUS SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghmSv3Ipyk0
The entire ring rattles from the impact of the Olympus Slam, and Adrianna rolls over and pivots into a simple Crossbody pin, certain that she is but three seconds away from adding another title reign to her resumé. Rather than deliver the count, Carpenter only points out that Yoona has an arm draped over the bottom rope, and the Goddess makes her wrath known with a wordless, angry snarl.
Papadopolous drags Park to her feet once more, this time propping her against the nearby set of turnbuckles. With her foe thus positioned, Adrianna backs into the diagonally opposite corner, then she explodes forward as if shot from a cannon. From just a step and a half past the center of the ring, she leaps into the air, looking to crush Yoona under her nearly one hundred and forty pounds of divine flesh.
It becomes clear that Adrianna is not the Goddess of Fortune, however, when Park makes another narrow escape, this time by pivoting out of the corner with nary a second to spare. Instead of pulverizing the ex-ballerina with an Avalanche Splash straight off the slopes of Mount Olympus, Papadopolous smashes her heavenly rack against the top turnbuckle. She bounces away, stumbling backwards and with her hands pressed to her sternum, and then Yoona has her in a snug Rear Waistlock a moment later.
Getting the larger wrestler up and over for a proper German Suplex is more than a still-recovering Park can manage at the moment, so instead the Slim Reaper lifts Adrianna up to shoulder height before dropping her down across a posted thigh. Having her tailbone and undercarriage punished a second time by an Atomic Drop elicits a decidedly mortal sounding yelp from the Goddess, and she staggers to the edge of the ring with one hand pressed to her backside and the other gripping the top rope for support.
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=930iQyPAzXI
The Slim Reaper takes an extra few seconds to catch her breath, crouching on one knee with hands on the canvas and this time keeping safe distance in case of another surprise counterattack. Once she’s sure that the wobble in her knees is gone, Yoona gives a sharp whistle to draw her opponent’s attention as she springs forward with her fist cocked. Adrianna spins around just in time to catch a Superman Punch flush to the jaw, and the force of the blow sends her tumbling over ropes before crashing to the floor.
Leaning against the steel cables in the same spot where Papadopolous had been just a second ago, Park flexes her knees as if to launch herself out of the ring. At the last moment she sees Camille in the audience directly in front of her, and her better half silently mouths ‘No’ while pointing down with one finger. Yoona looks down again and sees that Adrianna is already crawling to hands and knees, making any aerial attack profoundly unwise and risky.
Park acknowledges the sage advice by winking and pointing at her girl, then she closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide, allowing Cosworth to rapidly flick a handful of popcorn one piece at a time into her gaping maw with pinpoint precision. The couple share a quick chuckle, and Yoona re-positions herself in an expectant crouch at the center of the ring, chewing loudly on her mid-match snack and staring intently at the recovering challenger.
Adrianna pushes to her feet, her right hand still stuck between her legs, giving a brief massage to her undercarriage, her dark eyes trained on a surprising sight, Park not pressing her advantage. With the official’s count accumulating, the bosomy brunette moves to the apron’s edge, leaning against it.
Yoona takes a few rapid steps toward her challenger and ‘psychs’ the Goddess into backpedaling to the steel barricade behind her.
“Keep her back,” the curvy Greek beauty demands of the ref. But with Park still a few steps from the cables, the zebra shrugs and keeps counting, forcing Addy to scurry to the ring and slide through at “NINE.”
With her foe back inside the squared circle, Yoona pushes past the arbiter and delivers a double axhandle between the shoulderblades of a rising Papadopolous, driving Adrianna down to all fours. Yoona lowers beside her challenger’s braincase and THUMPS in a five-count of knee strikes that violently swing Addy’s noggin in the opposite direction, the last one sending the Greek barrel-rolling to her back, looking up at the rafters with glassy peepers.
Yoona gazes at her paramour in the front row.
“She doesn’t look much like a goddess,” the Korean offers. “And I know my goddesses.”
Park puckers at Camille who blushes and scolds simultaneously, demanding her favorite titleholder get back to business.
Yoona rolls her eyes, but does as she’s told, sinking a set of nails into her foe’s lush brown locks and slowly yanking the reeling deity up to her haunches.
“So do I pray to you even if you’re on your knees?” Park asks before slapping the taste out of Adrianna’s mouth with a stinging open hand.
“You will,” Pappy grunts under her breath before swinging an uppercut toward Yoona’s womanhood.
With cat-like, or perhaps more appropriately in this case, pussy-like reflexes, the former kickboxer and ballet dancer snatches Addy’s right wrist with both hands before the Goddess can hit paydirt.
“So I take it you’re from the underworld,” Park snorts, looking down at a startled Adrianna, Pappy not pleased her reset button wasn’t reached.
With the Greek’s right wrist in her possession, Yoona falls to the canvas, dragging Pappy’s limb along and scissoring it when she hits the canvas, looking to end the match with a submission. Frantically, a kneeling Adrianna tries to escape the armbar. She manages to link fingers with her left set of digits, taking substantial pressure off.
Then the Goddess Made Flesh shows the power divine right has granted her from Mount Olympus when she slowly but surely rises and tugs Yoona off the canvas as well. The curvy Greek powers the Eurasian champion all the way to powerbomb position, Park’s peepers widening with dismay until Adrianna sits out and likely puts a divot in the canvas-covered plywood by delivering Yoona to the deck in ring-rattling fashion.
Immediately released upon impact, Addy eschews a pin attempt on the splattered and stilled Park, instead tugging her injured wing close and working at it softly. As the champ begins to shudder back to life, Papadopolous crawls to the champ and drops her curvy frame across Park in a lateral press. But the delay is too long and Yoona kicks out from under her challenger at ONE.
On hands and knees, Addy growls at the audacity of the mortal. She yanks Yoona to her feet with a tight grasp on the Korean’s left wrist, vaulting Park into the air as the Goddess rises. And once the champ’s boot soles touch earth, she’s tugged into a short-arm clothesline that nearly decapitates Cosworth’s beloved. Yoona backflips to a face and chest-first splash to the mat, FAWN’s deity hovering over her carcass, raising her arms high and wide, demanding the rabble show their respect.
While Camille displays worry, the FAWNatics supply their disdain, raining boos on the olive-skinned grappler. The brunette brushes their heresy off her shoulder with a flick of her wrist and trains her eyes on the rising Park, Yoona showing she is no ordinary mortal to rise so quickly.
Adrianna awaits the champ, motioning her forward when Park reaches vertical. Yoona throws a haphazard clothesline, lurching toward Addy. The challenger dips beneath and comes at her foe from behind.
Wrapping her arms around the Korean’s throat, Pappy drops to her heavenly rump, sending Yoona CRASHING to the canvas via her foe’s Mediterranean Plunge.
Mediterranean Plunge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP8ff-RNk5c )
The Goddess collects Yoona’s far leg and rolls the champ into a tight ball, the Korean stacked on her shoulders beneath the Grecian deity for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Park’s body spasms, Yoona kicking her way loose of Papadopolous and flopping to her side. The champ blinks her eyes wide and rattles her noggin, trying to regain her bearings. But the Greek Freak is already on her feet and sends a stomp into Park’s left temple, the blow a sedative to Yoona’s efforts to collect her wits.
With the champion splayed in a face-up spreadeagle, the Goddess strides to the corner and ascends to her place atop the mount, Addy very agile despite her curvy dimensions. Once reaching the ring’s Olympus, Adrianna turns and puts Park in her sights, dipping slightly and launching HIGH into the Orlando night.
Adrianna tucks her frame tight at the zenith of her arc then hits like lightning into Park, smashing her like a shapely bug on a windshield. The champ jackknifes under the domineering Goddess’ ‘Fire From Olympus’ before fainting flat to the canvas under the divine one.
Camille is up from her seat with a white knuckle grip on the steel rod at the top of the barricade, silently imploring as Pappy covers her girl for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Yoona barely shifts a shoulder off the canvas with a split-second to spare. Adrianna, on her haunches at Park’s side, turns to the blasphemer that dare not count the mortal out of the match.
Rising to her feet, Pappy gets in the man’s grill, demanding an explanation. A shrug and two raised fingers is all he can offer.
The furious Goddess strides back to the champ, who’s made it to all fours. Addy ’guides’ the Korean back to her feet and walks Yoona to the corner closest Park’s biggest fan. Adrianna forces Yoona’s droopy chin upward, sending her blurry gaze toward Camille.
“I’m going to break this temporal being,” the challenger shouts to the most important occupant of the first row. “Break her in half and provide her back to you in pieces.”
Adrianna stuffs the wilting Park deep into the buckles, turns, and paces to the opposite corner. There she makes a u-turn and places the wings of Mercury on her shoulders, speeding toward her signature Greek Combo, an avalanche splash and follow-up stink-face that would let Park know where she stood in relation to FAWN’s divine creation.
The mouthy Korean was nothing if not blasphemous though, and she denies Adrianna’s heavenly wrath once again, this time by leaning back onto the turnbuckles, raising her right leg, and letting the challenger’s momentum do the rest. Papadopolous runs face-first into Yoona’s bare heel, then she staggers away with both hands cupped to her aching jaw. She inadvertently turns away to the champion as she retreats to the middle of the ring, and a moment later, the Goddess is brought crashing down to Earth when Park barrels into the back of her knees with a vicious Chop Block.
Adrianna howls as she topples to the canvas, then she continues howling when Yoona traps her left leg in an Heel Hook, threading both calves around her thigh, tucking the toe of her boot under an armpit, and giving a savage twist to her heel.
HEEL HOOK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7oka_cpmRI
Carpenter is quick to offer Papadopolous a chance to call it a night, but the challenger adamantly refuses as she roars, “MOVE, LITTLE MAN!”
With the sturdy rubber and leather of her wrestling boot providing some measure of protection for her ankle if not her knee, Adrianna braces her palms against the mat and begins dragging herself backwards with her opponent in tow. Park continues to work the hold even when it becomes clear that a submission is not forthcoming, both to weaken her challenger for the rest of the match and to buy herself time to recover after being ragdolled by the powerful Greek. Yoona grinds away at the trapped limb all the way through Adrianna’s odyssey to the edge of the ring, only relenting when Papadoplous grabs the bottom rope and the referee’s five-count has reached four and nine-tenths.
Feeling better now that she’s had a chance to catch her breath, the champion turns on her heels and sprints towards the other side of the ring, using the springy steel cables to send her bouncing back with augmented speed. The Goddess is still down and clutching at her ankle, and she’s caught completely unaware when Yoona THWACKS both feet into her ribs at the conclusion of a Baseball Slide. Adrianna is unceremoniously dumped to the floor for the second time after being sent rolling under the bottom rope, while the Slim Reaper rises to a stand out on the apron.
A few seconds later, the Goddess clambers upright with the help of the ring steps, and Yoona springs her trap. Park runs along the narrow apron with a graceful balance born from her days as a ballerina, then in mid-stride she drives her right knee directly into the side of Adrianna’s skull.
APRON RUNNING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6SzlVd5s7M
While the Running Knee Strike might have induced a concussive coma in most opponents, Papadopolous was no mere mortal. She not only remains conscious, but she remains standing after the brutal blow, hissing and wincing as she totters away with a slight limp. Yoona growls in frustration, then she resets her stance and leaps off the ring apron with her right arm chambered for another Superman Punch just as the Greek Freak is turning around.
Adrianna would not fall for the same trick twice, however, and she leans to one side to dodge the strike while at the same time wrapping her arms around the Korean’s waist to pluck the champion out of the air. A single constriction of those powerful limbs forces the breath from Park’s lungs in a pained gasp, then Papadopolous drives forward and rams her opponent’s spine into the steel ringpost.
Yoona has no air and she must scream, so all that comes out is a wheezing croak. Adrianna backs up a step and a half with the champion’s limp body still in her grasps, then she spins in a tight pirouette to build momentum and slams Park into the unforgiving apron with a massive Belly-to-Belly Suplex. The Korean spasmodically arches her back after being crashing onto the hardest part of the ring, her normally flawless features twisted into a grotesque, silent howl. Papodopolous gives her a rough two-handed shove to send her rolling under the bottom rope and back into the legal field of play, lest the champion try to retain her title by taking a count-out disqualification.
Meanwhile, a wide-eyed Camille looks on while nervously stuffing her face with handful after handful after handful of popcorn. The fan who had initially given her that tub of Cracker Jack notices Cosworth’s anxiety and senses an opportunity.
“By the way, I’m still single. Unless you count my nine cats… which… ahh… which most people don’t...” the woman says as nonchalantly as she can manage. “Just putting it out there, in case… you know… in case she dies or something… Excuse me if I’m being too forward, but there’s nothing sexier than a lonely, grieving widow who --”
Camille politely puts an end to the conversation by cramming a fistful of caramel popcorn into the fan’s mouth. By the time she turns her attention back to the ring, she’s just in time to the Goddess climb atop a set of turnbuckles, looming ominously over her girlfriend who’s still laid out in the ring below.
Unfortunately for the cat-lady who’s trying to usurp her place in Cosworth’s bed, Yoona regains enough of her senses to roll out of harm’s way before Adrianna can launch. Papadopolous hops down to the apron, grimacing ever-so-slightly at the twinge in her foot upon dismount, then she stalks over to collect the flagging champion.
A hard tug on her braid gets Yoona to her feet, and in the blink of an eye, she finds herself scooped up onto her opponent’s brawny right shoulder. Park sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth and prepares for a Body Slam, but it seems the challenger has other plans. The Goddess backs up into one corner and takes aim at the opposite, then she takes off in a sprint, aiming to pitch the Korean headfirst into the turnbuckles like a lawn dart.
She only gets halfway there before her left ankle buckles, and as the Goddess stumbles, her opponent squirms free from her grasps and slips out the backdoor. Yoona slides partway down Adrianna’s back before she scissors her legs around the Greek’s waist to stay firmly attached, then she wraps her left arm around the other woman’s neck, left hand gripping her right bicep and right hand palming the top of her opponent’s skull for maximum leverage on the Piggyback Sleeper.
PIGGYBACK SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwbsuHb7BUo
Tightening her grip topside, Park continues to coil her legs around the olive-skinned midriff of the Goddess. She adds a violent twisting shake to the constriction and Adrianna’s powerful legs give a shimmy. The blood flow being barred from her brain, the lids over Pappy’s dark eyes start to flutter. She staggers toward the ropes, arms outstretched, trying to find safe haven.
The curvy brunette wobbles on her way and falls to her knees, but it’s into the corner, her arms lying over the middle rope on either side. Yoona keeps her draining grip for another four seconds before releasing and stepping back.
Spinning away from the penitent Goddess, Yoona jogs to the opposite buckles. Park taps the top and turns in a sprint across the canvas. She leaps from several feet out, legs widened slightly, and the champ’s derriere CRASHES into the back of the Greek’s neck. Grabbing the ropes on either side, Park proceeds to SLAM Addy’s face into the middle buckle time and time again with an inverted version of a bronco buster, Adrianna eating padded steel instead of Korean backside.
The Eurasian titleholder brings the horsey ride to a full TEN pelvic thrusts, the FAWNatics gleefully counting along. Park dismounts and snatches a handful of long dark locks, yanking the deity to her boot soles and spinning the challenger to face her. Yoona blisters the chest of the Goddess with a wicked backhand chop. She adds another then gives a long lolly lick of her palm before dispensing a third that echoes through the arena, drawing a loud ‘WOOO’ from the crowd.
Pushing a wincing Adrianna deeper into the corner, Park turns to face the the center and thrusts her rump into the lower abdomen of Papadopolous, eliciting a low grunt from the curvy brunette. Yoona reaches over her right shoulder, grasping Addy’s braincase with a ¾ facelock and drops to one knee, flipping the Greek Freak over with a snap mare.
Adrianna lands on her ample gluteus, grimacing from the bruised tailbone. As the challenger slips a hand beneath her butt to rub away some of the pain, Park races toward the corner in front of the seated Goddess, her first step on the back of Pappy’s noggin, slamming the face of the Immortal into the unforgiving canvas-covered plywood between Addy’s legs. Continuing on, Yoona races up to the middle buckle of the far corner, leaps off in a 180, and is quickly at full speed, Park bearing down on the denizen of Olympus.
The champ leaps, legs extended and in a conspicuous ‘V’ shape, her bare tootsies SLAM into the inner, olive-skinned thighs of the divine one, Adrianna yelping in pain from the impacts.
But the former ballerina is far from done. Yoona uses her great flexibility to open her legs and, in turn, push those of the Goddess wider still. Her infamous seated leg spread on display, the Korean tests the elasticity of a Goddess’ groin and finds it lacking in this instance. Adrianna bites her lip, then mewls, then desperately reaches for the ropes behind her to end the intense pressure on her inner thighs. Curling a single finger around the bottom rope behind her, Addy howls in a very ungodlike plea for the official to extricate her from the set of splits Yoona has worked the Greek’s stems into.
The ref starts his count and Park gets another four seconds of forcible yoga from the Goddess before one final thrust of Yoona’s legs outward gives Papadopolous a remembrance of the experience.
As Park rises, no worse for wear, Adrianna collapses into a fetal ball, rubbing either side of her lockbox, apparently forgetting she needs to keep one hand on the ropes to keep the champ at bay.
Yoona does not fail to notice and she latches onto each of her foe’s ankles, pulling Adrianna out of her turtled position and dragging the busty brunette toward the middle of the ring.
Laying the Goddess out center stage, Park hops above the splayed challenger and stomps the D-cups of the Greek Freak, flattening them as best she can, the massive mammaries of the Immortal mushrooming. Yooona grinds her bare feet into the tender tissue before dismounting, leaving Adrianna to swaddle her aching orbs. While Pappy protects, the champ slides behind the seated Addy.
Park takes a seat on Adrianna’s shoulder, the back of the Goddess’ head pressed tight to her crotch. Leaning forward, the Korean collects either of Pappy’s legs behind the shins. She lifts and spreeeads the stems of Papadopolous wide with a vicious Split-Legged Stump Puller.
Split-Legged Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiEwOgSwWbE )
The titleholder widens her arms, sending the Greek beauty’s lower limbs into a wondrous expansive ‘V’ shape, toes pointed to the rafters. Park pulls back on Addy’s heels while pushing Pappy’s face into her plentiful cleavage, nearly forcing a self-smother.
The official slides next to the captured and constrained challenger.
“Whaddya say?”
“Nuhhh,” Adrianna manages in less than impressive fashion for a Goddess Made Flesh.
Still, Papadopolous holds out long enough, a dozen seconds or so, for Park to give up her signature submission, looking for another way to defeat the divine.
Yoona moves to the ropes nearest her squeeze and waves excitedly to a perturbed Cosworth.
“Would you please?” Camille asks, not wanting the champ to squander her advantage.
“You’re no fun when you’re healthy,” Park jokes.
The Korean returns her attention to a rising Adrianna, the Goddess vertical but in retreat, limping away from the approaching Park. Yoona sinks a set of digits into Pappy’s left trapezius. Instantly, Adrianna lifts a blind mule kick behind her and finds Yoona’s undefended honey pot.
Park’s dark eyes widen, her jaw going slack as the shockwaves of anguish radiate from her crotch. Frozen and doubled, Yoona can manage little as a hobbling Goddess turns and slides alongside the damaged champion. Adrenaline flowing, Addy tugs a flaccid arm of Park’s over her shoulders and wraps her powerful arms around Yoona’s tummy.
Showing she still has plenty of power in her earthly package, Adrianna vaults Yoona into the air and POUNDS her foe’s head and shoulders into the deck in brutal fashion with her Herculean Backdrop.
Herculean Backdrop (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xotEjf1JLV4 )
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy with the disturbing collision, Park flopping to a lifeless spread-eagle while a spent Pappy draws in a few deep breaths with the help of her mountainous lungs while on her back. The bosomy brunette rolls to her chest and crawls to the splayed champion, throwing an arm across Yoona’s softly rolling chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE -- NO!
A spasm brings Park’s left shoulder an inch or two off the mat, ensuring her reign lasts another three seconds much to the consternation of Papadopolous. Still kneeling over the splattered remains of her opponent, the Goddess rants and raves at Carpenter, but either the man is an atheist or subscribes to a different pantheon as he holds firm on his two point nine nine count.
Adrianna screams something uncouth in her native Greek about the referee’s mother and ancestral lineage, then she gets back to the task at hand after that final, cathartic curse. The challenger clambers to her feet and takes an awkward-looking lap around the ring in an attempt to walk off a pair of pulled hamstrings and a strained groin. By the time Adrianna’s gait is somewhat recovered, Yoona has still only managed to drag herself up to hands and knees, though Papadopolous eagerly helps her up by wrapping a pair of arms around her gut and deadlifting her into the air.
The Goddess holds her opponent at waist level for a few seconds, clenching her jaw and grimacing from the strain of the additional weight on her tortured legs and ankle. Park isn’t in a position to take advantage with her hands and feet limply swaying a few inches above the mat, however, and after a short delay, Papdopolous wrenches her up into the Powerbomb position in an impressive display of brute force before diving forward to hammer her to the deck with yet another thunderous slam.
DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSkm-VhH9bk
Yoona’s spine and shoulderblades hit the mat and bounce back up several inches, her flaccid form turning over in midair before finally landing in an ungainly belly-flop. A couple of feet away, Adrianna seems to be doing no better as she lays on her side with knees curled to her chest, screaming bloody murder while clutching the back of her thighs. Fearful that the challenger might have popped her hamstrings with that final lift for the Powerbomb, the referee is down at her side in an instant to take a closer look.
Evidently not liking what he saw, Al starts to signal for a referee stoppage and a No Contest, only to be cut off by a wordless shout so violent and vehement that he nearly jumps out of his shoes. Adrianna gives the man another angry wave of her arm, then she digs her fingernails into the canvas and slowly drags herself over to the prostrate champion, both legs lying limp behind her. She gives Yoona a hard shove with one hand to turn the Korean over and flops into a pin, clearly exhausted herself.
Carpenter counts…
ONE
TWO
THR -- NO!
...before Park gets a shoulder up again, this time with more authority than the last, granted precious seconds to recover by her opponent’s inability to pin her immediately after the Powerbomb.
Papadopolous doesn't even bother arguing with the official, instead rocking back onto her haunches and letting loose a scream filled with fury and frustration. Adrianna fills her hands with Yoona’s dark locks and gives a series of vigorous shakes, doing her best to scramble the Korean’s brains until Al drags her away after a five count. Forced to relocate a few steps away by the referee, the Goddess slowly struggles to her feet, eyes welling and lips quivering with agony as even the most minute movement makes the inferno in her thighs and groin that much more unbearable.
Even so, she manages to beat her opponent to verticality, Adrianna fully upright if unsteady while Yoona is still using the ropes as a ladder to haul herself up, her back turned to her opponent. Sensing that the end is nigh one way or another, Papadopolous extends her open right hand high overhead as if beseeching the heavens to grant her strength for one last blow, a devastating Hand of Athena that would break the heart of the champion along with all those in Park Place.
Just as Yoona turns around and staggers towards the center of the ring, Adrianna clenches her hand into a fist and brings it down like the hammer of an angry Goddess, a direct hit to the cleft of Park’s modest bosom. The force of the blow sends the ex-ballerina reeling backwards before she rebounds off the steel cables, and then Papadopolous realizes something is wrong.
The champion’s gait is determined and steady, completely unlike the drunken stagger of a hapless wrestler about to collapse after a Heart Punch. It dawns upon Adrianna that her ruined legs have rendered her Hand of Athena ineffective, her divine strength neutralized without a stable base for leverage. Her features twist into a stricken look of despair for just the briefest of moments, then Adrianna’s face violently meets Yoona’s posted right knee courtesy of a vicious V-Trigger.
V-TRIGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHDBtaeLiJw
Papadopolous goes slack at the impact, though she’s prevented from crumbling to the mat when Park catches both of her arms in a tight Double Underhook. Yoona forces her latest challenger to stoop over at the waist, then she tries her best to lift the Goddess up for a Tiger Driver, but she finds she cannot. She is too worn, and her opponent is too large.
“Goddamn it, you fat fuck!” the Slim Reaper snarls while stepping her legs over Adrianna’s bowed neck. “Fine! Have it your way, Pap smear!”
Park rolls onto her back while pulling Papadopolous into her lap, then she hooks her feet against the inside of her opponent’s ankles and spreads her ballet-honed legs as far apart as they go. Adrianna howls as she’s once again forced into a pair of splits by the champion’s Broken Butterfly, stretched well past the limits of her flexibility while her upturned undercarriage is displayed in humiliating fashion. She struggles for but a few seconds before she realizes that resistance is both futile and liable to lead to severe injury.
“I QUIT!” Papadopolous bleats to the referee in a most ungodly manner, much to the delight of the Korean and her fans.
BROKEN BUTTERFLY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtlnYqY7ZdI
The dinging of the bell and the ring announcer proclaim Yoona’s defense to be a successful one, the Slim Reaper adding another name to her list of victims. Park releases the hold at the referee’s urging and allows a grimacing Adrianna to beat a hasty retreat, the erstwhile Goddess rolling out to the floor before curling into a ball while trying to massage some life back into her thighs. A couple of seconds later, Camille slides into the ring and dumps her enormous bucket of Cracker Jack all over Yoona like a celebratory Gatorade bath, then Cosworth picks up her paramour in a tight Bear Hug and twirls the both of them around and around and around in the center of the ring to an ovation from the FAWNatics.
She only stops when Park threatens to vomit, and she adds through a megawatt grin, “I’ve been waiting to do that for a loooooooonnnng time, Yoona…”
“God fucking damn it, you’re such a huge fu --” Yoona starts to groan as she receives the EurAsian title belt from Carpenter, but then she cuts herself off and her expression softens when she realizes that for the first time in almost nine months, Camille is back in the center of the ring.
Park drops her gilded strap, ten pounds of leather and gold clattering to the mat, then she wraps both arms around her girlfriend in a fierce embrace while nuzzling in close against the side of Cosworth’s head.
“Babe, we’ve all been waiting a long time…” she whispers, audible to Camille and Camille alone as the pair of lovebirds soak in the adulation from the crowd.