Post by dsb on Jan 22, 2019 0:07:14 GMT
Concentration is not a problem.
After the Church of Eternal Midnight finally found a way to abscond with the World Title via Miranda’s treachery and Adelaide’s abilities and a humbling experience in FAWN’s new rage, the Oil Pit, where Lenore had forced her to capitulate, the Songbird is ready to fly again.
As the diva bounces from boot sole to boot sole behind the curtain, realizing she has a chance to return to the organization’s gold-wearing elite, the fact she is facing one of the most enigmatic and successful Eurasian champions brings even further focus to the matter at hand.
The British Blackbird huffs out a last sigh as she sees the house lights fade and heads through when darkness envelops the arena. The lowered illumination leads to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. They only get louder when a brilliant spotlight pierces the gloom. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, is a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that does next to nothing to hide the limber strength of her frame.
Careful not to step on the Superlative Soprano’s favorite solo, the announcer calls, “Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of thirty minutes and is for the FAWN Eurasian Championship. Hailing from London, England. Standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS
A sweet melodious set of notes reach to the heights only a hint at the beauty of her operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenades the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweetest rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabs the sash at her waist, yanks the robe open and lets it fall at her feet.
Her former black one piece remains replaced with a set of deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that leaves the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks is a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It reads simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees are protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots match the blue of her briefs.
Eliza tosses her long dark locks over a shoulder with a whiplash shrug, turns, and heads down the ramp and aisle crisscrossing to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface, but Eliza’s treatment is all the more impressive because she continues to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around ringside, Bliss removes and hands over her unobtrusive microphone headset, quickly climbs the steps and spins to face the fans. She dips into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it dies down, she slips through the ropes, strides to center stage, waving and clapping in response to the acclaim, ready to reclaim a place among FAWN’s pantheon of titleholders.
Referee Craig Long performs a perfunctory inspection of Eliza’s pads and boots, a wholly unnecessary task given her unscrupulous tactics were but a distant memory at this point. The man is going through the motions when the house lights darken once more, and a roar from the crowd along with the rumble of heavy orchestral strings herald the arrival of the EurAsian champion.
“And hailing from Seoul, South Korea… coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds… she is the Slim Reaper and your EurAsian champion… YOONA PAAARRRRK!”
YOONA PARK
Making her first title defense since FAWNAMANIA, Yoona steps through onto the entranceway wearing a haughty, insouciant smirk on her face. As perhaps the most dominant champion in the history of the EurAsian title, she had not bothered to respond to challenges from wrestlers she felt were beneath her, even at the cost of forfeiting a couple of rather hefty paychecks. An extended run with the World Title and the Year of Bliss had made Eliza one of the biggest names in the federation, however, and Park knows that plucking the Songbird would allow her to add a particularly gaudy feather to her cap.
And of course, being what she is, the Slim Reaper has her ulterior motives as well.
Never one for subtlety, Yoona brings her right hand to her lips with her index and middle fingers extended in a V, then she stares directly at Eliza and flicks her tongue between the fork of her digits. The Blackbird’s reaction is nearly imperceptible, merely a slight furrowing of her brows and a bit of extra tension in her clenched fists, but even that does not escape the champion’s notice as the Korean’s smirk stretches into a ravenous, hungry grin.
The audience approves as well, showering the ex-ballerina with lustful cheers and whistles as she saunters down to the ring with the EurAsian title belt slung over one shoulder. Yoona casually tosses her golden strap to the timekeeper without breaking stride, then she slides into the ring and gives an impatient roll of her eyes when Craig comes to check her black-and-gold gear as well.
With the skintight fabric of her bustier-styled one-piece allowing for very few hiding spots, the referee focuses most of his attention on the Slim Reaper’s fingerless gauntlets that encase the entirety of her forearms. Satisfied that Yoona’s armguards are not hiding brass knuckles, Long kneels down to check her legwear. As always, the ex-ballerina is sans footwear, her toes and arches too delicate to suffer inside hard and cramped wrestling boots. Instead she wears protective legsleeves that run from kneecap to ankle before terminating in thin, supportive stirrups that loop around the soles of her feet.
“No Camille today?” Craig inquires as he lightly flicks Yoona’s left shin, listening for the telltale ping of metal plates hidden underneath the compressive polyester.
“Nah, I asked her to stay in the back this time,” Park replies. “I’d catch a fuckton of wife-aggro if she saw me do what I’m about to do.”
Looking up and across the ring to address her latest challenger directly, Yoona adds, “Hear that, bruv? I’mma comin’ for that booty one way or another, so how about we skip the wrestling and get straight to the fucking?”
“Oh, sod off, you trolloping strumpet!” an indignant Eliza shouts back, causing Yoona’s face to scrunch in mock confusion.
“Was that a ‘Yes’ or a ‘No?’” she asks the referee. “I don’t speak British.”
Long doesn’t bother to respond, and having completed his pre-match check, he opts instead to wordlessly signal for the opening bell to get the contest underway. The pair of lithe brunettes simultaneously set off for the center of the ring, Eliza with arms raised for a clinch and Yoona with hands nonchalantly tucked behind her back. Bliss knows better than to be lured into a false sense of security, however, and her wariness pays off when Park suddenly springs forward with a Flying Knee.
The Superlative Soprano throws herself backwards and arches her spine, limboing underneath the champion’s signature strike with a split second to spare. For her part, Yoona lands lightly after the missed connection and breaks into a casual jog around the perimeter of the squared circle, having kept her hands behind her back the whole time. Eliza quickly straightens herself as well to guard against another surprise attack, and once she’s squared up and circling in-step with her foe, she raises her arms high overhead and flexes her fingers, inviting the Slim Reaper to a Test of Strength.
Yoona scoffs derisively at the challenge, however, and she pivots about mid-stride to turn her jog into a smooth Moonwalk, the balls of her feet silently gliding across the canvas and keeping pace with Eliza’s steps.
“Don’t need hands to kick your sweet, sweet ass,” Park chuckles. “All I need are my bestest-best-buddies Thunder --”
Still doing her Moonwalk, the ex-ballerina gives a shimmy of her left leg…
“-- and Skullfucker.”
...followed by a shake of her right.
Eliza gives an unimpressed and not-quite-ladylike snort, then she lunges forward to put Yoona’s statement to the test, right arm chambered for a vicious European Uppercut. Park’s legs have greater reach than her arms, however, and before Bliss can get within striking distance, the Slim Reaper plants a foot in the cleft of her bosom and sends her reeling backwards with a forceful Push Kick.
The Songbird stumbles to the edge of the ring before she rebounds off the springy ropes, right into the range of the champion’s legs once more. Yoona feints a Roundhouse to the ribcage with her right foot, and when Eliza drops her arms to guard her midsection, Park throws it into reverse, swinging her right leg back down while leaping off kick right to deliver a kick to the challenger’s temple.
SWITCH KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmBbYklGY8w
Thunder finds its mark on the right side of Eliza’s skull, although the wily Bliss dulls the impact of the Switch Kick by rolling with the blow and allowing it to knock her to the mat. Dazed but not out, the challenger regains her wits just in time to see Park’s right foot about to stomp her in the face and make good on its name. She rolls to the side, allowing Yoona’s bare heel to crash into the canvas rather than her skull, then she keeps rolling to avoid the second, third, and fourth stomps in rapid succession.
Still adamantly keeping her hands behind her back, Park’s efforts result in her doing an awkward, peg-legged jig as she forces Bliss to tumble under the bottom rope before finally escaping to the safety of the floor. Having driven her opponent from the ring, Yoona retreats to the center of the ring and gives a condescending bow to Eliza.
Despite the insult to her ego, FAWN’s Renaissance Woman knows it would be foolish to charge back into the fray rather than make the most of her reprieve. She gives her head a few shakes and rolls her neck one way followed by the other to get the remaining cobwebs out, only sliding back into the field of battle after she’s milked the referee’s count down to the last couple of seconds.
Eliza regains her feet with a deep, calming sigh, and after circling her Moonwalking foe for another three-quarters of a lap around the ring, she sees an opening and darts in again. Same as before, Yoona plants a foot in her chest to halt her forward progress, but this time Bliss is prepared as she snares Park’s ankles with both hands to short-circuit the Push Kick. The champion’s eyes widen as the smug look melts from her face, and that’s all she can manage before Bliss barrel-rolls to the deck to take her down with a Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bakuavwG7YI
Yoona hisses and reflexively grabs the back of her knee as the joint is violently torqued, finally unclasping her hands from behind her back. She has much more pressing concerns, however, as Eliza still has control of her leg. The Songbird shifts her grip from calf to foot, then she rises to a stand to put her full weight into her Fortissimo ankle lock, targeting the ex-ballerina’s weak point.
FORTISSIMO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxYn9hqTFsc
Bliss has hardly begun to turn up the pressure before the referee is demanding that she release the hold though, and she follows the man’s line of sight to see that Park has a desperate, white-knuckled grip on the bottom rope.
“I thought you didn’t need your hands,” Eliza chuckles, giving a Forget-Me-Not twist that earns a sharp yelp from Yoona before she backs off at Craig’s insistence.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Park sits cross-legged while she massages her ankle, then she hisses, “I was being metaphorical, you stupid asshole...”
“Actually, you were being figurative,” the referee interjects. “You see, the difference between a metaphor and a figure of speech is --”
“Fuck you, Long!” Yoona snaps at the official. “No one likes you, and you’re going to die alone!”
The harsh rebuke out of the blue leaves Craig temporarily speechless, and Park pays him no further mind. She pounds a fist into the deck and rises to her feet, evidently no worse for the wear after an early brush with disaster. Pumping her arms through the air in a couple of rapid-fire punches -- first left, then right -- Yoona regards her challenger with none of the fun or frivolity from the start of the match.
“Alright, Bliss…” she says, her voice low and dangerous, “...come and get it.”
Eliza raises her arms high and wriggles her fingers, offering her test once more.
“But my invitation was delivered first, dear, Yoona is it? I insist.”
Blissy smirks at Park, moving her right leg a step behind her left and flexing each limb, preparing to gather as much leverage as possible before their fingers link. Eliza glances up at her digits then motions to the title holder in case Park needed her invitation engraved.
“You don’t know what you’re in for, do you?” the Korean mutters as she moves forward and gingerly laces her fingers with those of the diva. Immediately the muscles in both women tense, their arms shifting and Yoona’s wrists slowly roll over those of the Brit. A fretting Eliza lowers her body to lessen the angle at which her hands are bent back but in so doing gives Park the opportunity to increase her advantage.
It takes but a few seconds before Eliza’s right knee touches canvas, the doe-eyed Songbird looking up into the dark pools of her Korean counterpart.
“So many things you can do down there,” Yoona grunts, shifting her pelvis in the direction of Bliss’ lowered face. The champ forces the Brit’s wrists to the snapping point, Eliza’s features etched in pain and not a little embarrassment at having her test aced.
Perhaps getting a little too flirty, Park leaves an opening, Eliza shooting her head forward, butting it into Yoona’s lower abdomen. It doesn’t appear particularly painful, but it’s distracting enough for Eliza to break one of the hand grips and swing the freed arm between Park’s thighs. Eliza scoops the champ off her feet, holding her briefly across her shoulders, then deposits her foe to the deck across her back, breaking Yoona’s remaining handhold.
Park quickly scrambles to her feet but for a split second after Eliza’s in her six, wrapping her arms around the waist of the Korean. Bliss lifts and bridges, sending Park tumbling over in a half-backflip that sends Yoona’s shoulders and the back of her braincase BANGING into the thinly-covered plywood. Park rolls to a shoulder, cradling the rear of her skull with both arms.
The release part of her German Suplex allows Bliss quick access to verticality and by the time Yoona’s on her haunches, Bliss is up and delivering a soccer kick to Park’s chest.
In keeping with the Italian Eliza often uses in her operatic flights of fancy, the crowd picks up a ‘Si’ chant as Bliss lays boots to Park’s pert bosom time and time again, Eliza applying a baker’s dozen before relenting.
A slumping Yoona covers her aching orbs with an arm while a confident Bliss steps close, sinking a set of nails into her foe’s ebony locks. She tugs Yoona’s mane, forcing Park to look up at the Songbird.
“There’s a reason why the EurAsian title is considered lesser than the WORLD.”
“And there’s a reason,” Yoona responds, “you’re fighting for the EurAsian title after losing the World.”
Eliza’s face pinches in aggravation. She shoots a knee toward a point dissecting Park’s eyes, but Yoona dodges the effort, simultaneously using her free arm to sweep Blissy’s remaining grounded stem out from under her, bringing the Superlative Soprano to the stage on her back.
With roles reversed, it’s Park delving her digits into the diva’s sweeping brown tresses as she rises, pulling Eliza to a seat in front of her. The champ steps one leg over her foe’s left shoulder then does likewise with the right. She snaps ‘Thunder’ and ‘Skullfucker’ together, in a standing headscissors while also wrenching Eliza’s head to the side with a twisting two-handed grip.
Apparently not satisfied with the anguished grunts from the diva, Yoona bends over her challenger and grasps Eliza’s stems, crossing them in a fateful ‘four’. Snatching the extended leg behind Eliza’s Achilles’, Yoona secures her stump puller, trying to force an early exit from Bliss.
Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsW3V_MUsUA )
Craig asks if the challenger wants to surrender her title ambitions, but Bliss shakes her head as much as she’s able, groaning a pained ‘no’ to make things crystal clear. In response, Yoona SLAMS Eliza’s straightened lower limb back to the canvas with a THUMP, Bliss yelping from the impact. Eliza clutches her aching leg, pulling it close.
Park doesn’t allow for any recovery time. Dismounting Eliza’s shoulders, Yoona shoves Bliss to the side, the Brit landing on her left hip and shoulder. Park drops next to her foe and secures a side mount at the soprano’s right shoulder, thrusting knee after knee into Blissy’s ribs, the staccato burst of grunts following quickly behind the meaty THWACK of each strike to Eliza’s increasingly bruised side.
Already close to a pinning position, Yoona relents after a half-dozen soften the challenger. She drapes her body across chest and shoulders in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The stubborn Bliss manages to dislodge Park enough to slip a shoulder off the canvas and roll to her chest. The Songbird reaches all fours before Yoona is on her again, this time mounting the challenger in a front-facing straddle of her lower spine. Scissoring Eliza’s ribs, Park reaches forward to collect Blissy’s noggin in a crossface grip. Park nibbles Eliza’s ear while apparently trying to rip the Englishwoman’s head from her shoulders.
Long dives in front of Bliss, landing on his knees, getting in the pained visage of the challenger. He asks if Eliza wants to pack it in. But instead of doing so, Bliss pushes off the canvas and rolls her arms back, wrapping them behind the pits of the champ’s knees.
Yoona forgoes any more of her snack to violently convince Eliza she needs to stay matbound, but Bliss refuses, first getting to her knees then reaching vertical, if barely. With an insistent Yoona still on her back, Blissy turns her vertebrae (and Park’s) to the nearest set of buckles and staggers in a backpedal to the corner, sandwiching Yoona between herself and the buckles with an impromptu splash.
The first weakens both Park’s grip above and scissors below, the second drops the Korean to her tootsies behind the embattled Brit. Blindly, Bliss raises her right boot and STOMPS the sole into the bare foot of the champ. Yoona shrieks in pain. She tries to wriggle to freedom, but there’s no immediate escape available, Bliss pressing her body backwards, making sure Park is wedged between her and the corner.
Eliza spins into an uppercut throat thrust, the knife-edge fashioned from Blissy’s fingers shooting into Park’s neck just under her chin. Already leaning into the corner to take the weight off her throbbing foot, Yoona’s left wide-eyed and gagging from the attack. Park grasps at her throat, choking in ragged breaths.
Eliza roughly latches onto Park’s ears and drags the flagging champ out of the corner by them, Bliss placing the limping Slim Reaper center stage before tugging her lowered head into a front facelock. Raising her free arm, Eliza hits the perfect high-C, delighting the FAWNatics, then leaps into the air. Blissy’s legs shoot behind her as the soprano uses Yoona as her base.
The Songbird swings her legs through, ripping Yoona off hers, SPIKING the crown of the Korean’s cranium into the deck with a superb Jumping DDT that leaves a dazed Park skidding to a stop after the calamitous collision.
Eliza pops to her knees and ‘walks’ to the demolished Park, dropping across title holder in a crrossbody pin, hooking Yoona’s far leg for good measure for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Park rolls to one side and gets a shoulder off the mat, though not with enough authority to dislodge her challenger. Even so, the fact that Yoona beat the count with time to spare seems to convince Eliza that she’ll need to do more to pry the EurAsian gold from her opponent’s fingers. The Songbird hauls her opponent up onto wobbly legs, then doubles her over at the waist with a kick to the breadbasket.
As Yoona wheezes for air, she soon finds her arms pinned behind her back in a snug Double Underhook while Eliza’s thighs frame the sides of her head. Not quite the way she’d wanted her face between Bliss’ legs, Park wildly thrashes and kicks about in an attempt to escape before the challenger can drop her on her head for a second time with a Double Underhook Piledriver.
The ex-ballerina’s awkwardly bicycling legs do manage to throw off Eliza’s balance, and the Songbird is forced to abort her lift and return Park to terra firma before she can get Yoona fully vertical and upside down. Granted a small window to turn the tides, the Slim Reaper puts her vaunted flexibility to good use and throws her right leg up, over, and back -- the limb curling around like a scorpion’s tail before her heel THONKS Bliss right between the eyes.
Eliza is stunned by the blow and she backs off, relinquishing her hooks on Yoona in order to reassure herself that her nose is still well-aligned and unbroken. The Songbird blindly lashes out with another kick, hoping to find paydirt in her opponent’s gut once more, but this time the champion is prepared. The Slim Reaper steps forward and catches Eliza’s shin under one arm, then she dumps Bliss to the deck with a hard shove to the chest. Still in control of the challenger’s right leg, Park does a pirouette to twist the limb around her own into the shape of a ‘4’ and crosses Eliza’s right ankle over left knee.
Bliss extends a pleading hand towards her captor, knowing the anguish that’s heading her way, but the Slim Reaper is rarely -- if ever -- in a merciful mood. Yoona lays out on the mat, cradling the Songbird’s left shin in her lap, and when she throws her right calf over Eliza’s right foot to lock in the Figure Four, the Superlative Soprano howls in pitch perfect pain.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6NP22mZg5c
Yoona plants her palms and bridges her hips to ramp up the pressure, and within seconds Eliza’s flattened hand is quivering over the mat, but the Songbird’s fans will have none of it. Sensing that their idol’s willpower is running low, they join their voices and plead with her to, “PLEASE DON’T TAP!”
The show of support is not in vain, and Bliss summons the fortitude to shake her head ‘No’ at the referee when he checks in. Eliza knows that she still needs to extricate herself from the hold, however, so she begins dragging herself backwards on her elbows, trying to reach the safety of the ropes in the nearest corner. At the same time, Yoona lets herself drop back to the mat in order to bring her hands back into play. Park starts pulling at the challenger’s boot laces, trying to remove Eliza’s footwear so that she may deliver her Footsie pressure point attack.
Evidently Bliss had contingencies for such an event though, and while Yoona is still working on those quadruple-knotted strings, the Songbird manages to to get within range of the ropes. Eliza grabs her lifeline, and a second later, Craig Long is ordering the very frustrated Park to release the hold. Yoona raises a pair of middle fingers at the referee, and then at her opponent, but she eventually complies as she untangles herself from Bliss and retreats to the center of the ring.
Meanwhile, a groaning Eliza raises herself to a seat with her back propped against the bottom turnbuckle as she massages her tortured joints. Unfortunately, that turns out to be a very poor choice just a few seconds later when Yoona comes barreling at her with legs extended in a V. The Slim Reaper’s rump smashes full force into Bliss’ clavicles, then the nymphomaniac Korean bounces up and down and up down in her seat to further batter Eliza’s chest while also grinding her thinly-sheathed genitals in the Songbird’s face.
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NsdioY-yA4
Despite Yoona and the FAWNatics enjoying a particularly salacious Bronco Buster -- loudly moaning and cheering, respectively -- the official breaks up the party after a dozen or so bounces. He loops an arm around Park’s waist and drags the champion away to give the challenger a much needed respite, though it appears to be too little too late for Eliza who remains slumped and unmoving in the corner.
Once she’s freed herself from Craig’s grasps, Yoona notices that her opponent is still primed and ready for another face-riding. Figuring that skin-on-skin would be that much more delightful, Park shimmies her way out of her one piece to a thunderous roar of approval from the audience. Long tries not to stare too obviously at the champion’s pert, perky breasts or her neatly-trimmed thatch of pubic hair as he asks Yoona why she’s disrobing in the middle of a championship bout, but he hardly gets a word out before Park throws the discarded garment in his face.
“YOLOOOOOOO!” Yoona shouts, providing both explanation and justification for her actions with the official battlecry for Millennials everywhere.
She takes off in another sprint towards the corner, looking to bust Eliza’s bronco once more. This time, however, things go awry as soon as she leaps. Whether by fortuitous chance or savvy wiles, Bliss collapses to a heap on the mat and drops herself out of harm’s way just moments before impact. Park sails clear over her intended target, and instead of her opponent’s soft lips and nose, she rams her naked crotch directly into the unforgiving wire connecting the turnbuckle to the ringpost.
Yoona’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets upon the rough landing, and she gasps and croaks in agony as she melts to the canvas with her hands protectively clasped between her thighs.
Having just managed to pull Park’s clothes away from his face, Craig looks at the pair of downed wrestlers with a weary sigh, then he begins counting towards a double-knockout.
The former World Champion pushes to hands and knees and surveys the crumpled, bare Korean, dark eyes widening as she fully realizes Park stripped herself of her gear. She turns to Long quizzically. The man can only shrug.
“You know FAWN, Bliss. It isn’t illegal,” he offers between his count of ‘FIVE’ and ‘SIX’.
“Freak,” Eliza mutters not so much under her breath. She shoves to vertical, ending Craig’s verbal procession toward ‘TEN’.
The sublime soprano teeters through an unsteady trip to the champion, grabbing Yoona by her left shoulder and wrist when reaching her, and tugging Park out of the protective ball into which her naked frame cocooned. There are flash bulbs aplenty as Bliss hauls the disrobed Korean to her feet, the challenger keeping her bent at the waist, pulling Yoona’s lowered head into a front facelock while draping Park’s loosened arm across the back of her neck.
The diva vaults Yoona heels (and everything else) over head, Bliss stalling her foe with Yoona’s soles pointed to the lights above. Eliza lets the blood drain to the champ’s noggin for several seconds before stepping toward the ropes and letting Park’s legs slowly drop atop to uppermost cable the way she’d came up.
With Yoona stretched out and the crowd ‘ooohing’ in anticipation, the Songbird lays out, spinning the Slim Reaper into a ring-rattling neckbreaker that sends a shudder through Park’s exposed body before Yoona falls still.
Rope hung swinging neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-bgxOgx19M )
Eliza forgoes any worry about getting ‘personal’ with the naked frame of her foe, pressing close in a tight lateral press, hooking a leg that in turn gives the front rows on one side quite a view for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Park kicks free of the pin, ending on her side, dark eyes still glassy.
On her knees next to the dazed Asian, Bliss casts a glance in Long’s direction. The man holds aloft two fingers, insisting the champion’s reign continues.
Eliza taps the mat in a mild show of frustration but quickly moves on. She mounts Park in a reverse kneeling straddle, landing her pert backside atop the bare bosom of her title-holding opponent. Bliss folds her fingers into a pair of fists and bangs away with a series of combinations, pounding the clenched digits into the slender, cream-colored midriff of the champ, meaty THWACKS giving way to deep grunts from Yoona as the barrage accumulates.
Her foe’s belly softened, Eliza slides her backside just under Park’s chin, threatening to cover air passages soon enough, and reaches forward to dig a claw into the bruised expanse of Yoona’s abdomen. Sinking and squeezing the fingertips into the gulping tummy, the soprano elicits a yelp of anguish from the reeling Park.
Eliza cuts off the complaint by backing her ass up, swallowing Yoona’s lips and nose underneath her pear-shaped derriere. Belly out of reach, Eliza shifts her talons to Park’s bare breasts, savaging both mercilessly as Park squeals into her foe’s backside, Yoona’s dark pools shifting wildly just above Eliza’s crack. Working the Slim Reaper like a part-time job with a modified Contralto, Bliss makes sure Yoona is aware the torture can be over in an instant if she gives up her Eurasian title.
Park’s palms push against the underside of Eliza’s thighs and, when Bliss gets too wrapped up in tearing Yoona’s plums to shreds, she’s able to heave Eliza off her perch enough to slide out from under and butt scoot to the ropes behind her.
Blissy, quickly vertical, closes the gap between herself and the champ, running her fingers down her body as she approaches.
“I know Camille can’t hold a candle to this,” Eliza purrs, “but damn, you ever heard of being overeager?”
Yoona uses the cables behind her to climb to her feet as Bliss pounces upon her, the Songbird STOMPING a boot on the slightly forwarded right foot of the champ. The attack on the soft ‘underbelly’ of Park’s defenses reflexively forces a pained yip from Yoona and the opportunistic Eliza THRUSTS the middle three digits of her right hand between the open maw of the Korean, hooking in her dreaded Cleft Note mandible claw, Bliss looking for a killshot on the depleted Asian.
Yoona reacts as if she’s had 10,000 volts surge through her system once Bliss clamps down. One of Park’s palms wraps around the wrist of Eliza’s offending arm, but pulling the hooked fingers free isn’t happening. Luckily for the champion, she’s no more than a step from the ropes and has enough sense to slip a leg through.
Craig intercedes, working his way between Yoona and her challenger. When he can’t remove the ‘Note’, he demands Eliza release. The superlative soprano is slow to do so, only relenting when Long’s count reaches ‘FOUR’.
She pulls her fingers loose and wipes them on Long’s striped shirt before backing away, hands raised in mock innocence. Yoona chokes in some air, an arm strategically coiled around the top cable as she pulls her leg back in; her disrobed, sweat-soaked body glistening under the lights.
Eliza bids the Slim Reaper forward then moves her right index finger an inch from her thumb.
“That close, nympho,” Eliza informs. “Keep thinking about what you want from this body and I’ll be taking the gold from around your waist.”
Breathing under control, Yoona spits out the remaining taste of Blissy’s fingers and circles away from the ropes.
“I’m going to take the win and your body,” Yoona assures, glancing up and down Eliza’s figure in predatory fashion.
Some might have taken a step back, maybe even Bliss in years past, but Eliza is now as accomplished as any singles wrestler in the organization and would not be intimidated by the threat of ‘old school’ action when she could create her own operatic ecstasy of fury and physicality.
The Songbird darts forward, crouched low as she tries to power through her opponent and take Park down to the mat with a textbook Double Leg Takedown. She’s tipped her hand too soon, however, and Yoona leaps up and hurdles over the charging challenger. Eliza manages to corral her momentum and slam on the brakes before she drives herself into a corner ringpost, but unfortunately for the Superlative Soprano and her fans, she wheels about just in time to catch a Superman Punch flush to the jaw.
A punch-drunk Bliss reels backwards and catches herself on the turnbuckles, and the Slim Reaper is upon her in the blink of an eye. Park steps one foot onto each of the intersecting middle ropes, then she grabs Eliza’s hair in her left hand while she tries to put a dent in the challenger’s forehead with a vicious series of vertical Elbow Strikes from her right arm.
Craig allows the mauling to continue for an internal five-count, then he once again wraps his arms around Yoona’s waist to drag her away, looking a bit uncomfortable when he presses against her naked body. The champion is evidently in a less playful mood than earlier in the match though, and she gets the official to back off by swinging her heel into the front of his shin.
Hopping about on one leg, Long shouts that he cannot allowed one of his charges to be mauled in the ropes, then he commands Park to get her opponent out of the corner. Yoona complies by sinking both hands into Eliza’s luscious brown locks, then spinning and hurling the Songbird towards the center of the ring with a Hair Mare.
HAIR MARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rp6dZr-OEqw
Whether intentional or not, the Slim Reaper ends up tossing her victim directly into the the referee, knocking both Craig and Eliza to the mat next to each other. Long quickly scrambles up to his knees a little shaken, and Bliss follows shortly afterwards, but just as she’s about to push up to a full stand, Eliza’s eyes widen in alarm and she tosses herself back down to the canvas.
Craig has only a fraction of a second to process what’s happening before ‘Skullfucker’ slams hard into the side of his head, the force of the wayward Buzzsaw Kick meant for Eliza rendering him unconscious and knocking him halfway out of the ring before he gets caught on the bottom rope.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKnPitKEU0E
Yoona takes a moment to stare in disbelief at the hapless official, then her prenatural striker’s instinct allows her to casually sidestep Eliza’s wild Haymaker from behind. Now presented with the challenger’s unguarded back, Park seizes Bliss by hooking one arm over her neck and the other through her thighs, lifting her into the Torture Rack position. The champion doesn’t keep her opponent across her shoulders for more than a second, however, and she hups Eliza up and over her head before driving a knee into the back of the challenger’s skull on the way down.
INVERTED GTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA4OcVfMO_4
Eliza’s head violently snaps forward from the impact of the Inverted GTS, then she collapses into a heap and cradles her cranium in both hands. With her cage rattled, she can’t muster much resistance when Yoona rolls her onto her back and straddles her hips, and the FAWNatics are quick to let Bliss know what she’s in for with a low roar of, “SNU-SNU!”
Park grabs her left leg and brings it forward until her ankle is behind her ear, opening the Songbird’s legs in a set of vertical splits that leaves the her womanhood vulnerable and exposed while stretching the sinews in her hamstring and groin to the breaking point. The Superlative Soprano shrieks in pain and terror, though she quickly bites down on her bottom lips to squelch an entirely different kind of cry when Yoona starts to grind against her, crotch-on-crotch.
“Yes… yes… fight it… ressssiiiiiiissst…” the lusty Korean moans as she works her Death by Snu Snu submission. “...it’ll make it all the sweeter when I take it from you anyway…”
Holding Eliza’s ankle in one hand, Yoona slips the other underneath the challenger’s top and begins to fondle the diva’s breast. Being assaulted on a second front appears to be too much for Bliss to handle, and soon her hips begin to move in syncopated cadence with Park’s, her body begging for more more more despite the mounting damage to her leg. Despite it all, the woman renowned for her golden voice resolutely stays silent, making it a point of pride to deny the nymphomaniac champion the satisfaction of hearing her scream in either pain or pleasure.
“Don’t tell ‘Liv, but you were always my favorite Blackbird,” Yoona purrs, her voice husky and her eyes half-lidded. “Sure, she’s the one with the talent and the accolades and the fans, but your juicy, jobber ass is a much better fuck…”
Park’s words ignite something within Bliss. Although finally capturing the federation’s premier title put her accomplishments on par with her tag team partner’s, years and years of unfavorable comparisons to Olivia Dare have ensured that the subject remains a persistent sore spot for Eliza. Suddenly white-hot with fury, the Superlative Soprano shoots her right hand up with pinpoint precision at Park’s open mouth and latches on another Cleft Note just as the Korean is moaning with delight.
Bliss clamps down, and all thoughts of debaucherous, carnal pleasure are washed out of Yoona’s mind by a deluge of pain. The Slim Reaper reflexively abandons her grips on her opponent’s leg and breast as she seizes Eliza’s wrist with both hands in an effort to tear away the Cleft Note. All Park succeeds in doing is losing her leverage though, and Bliss promptly overturns her mount, putting her flat on her back in the middle of the ring.
Kneeling over the now panicking champion, Eliza grips her right wrist with her left hand for more support, and she pours everything she has into the Cleft Note, digging her fingertips deeper and deeper and deeper into Yoona’s soft palette. Park kicks her heels against the canvas while she claws and scratches along the entire length of Eliza’s arm, but it’s a futile attempt that gets her nowhere. Within another ten seconds her eyes roll back in her head, and soon her fluttering palm begins tapping against the Songbird’s shoulder.
“Long! Long, it’s over!” Bliss shouts at the referee, although the man remains resolutely comatose and unmoving. “Oh, for the love of -- PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN! THAT KICK IS WORTH A TWO-COUNT AT BEST!”
To her great dismay, Eliza realizes that the jaws of FAWN referees are sculpted only from the most brittle of glass. With the once dominant champion now reduced to nothing more than a convulsing heap, Bliss finally unhooks her Cleft Note and crawls over to Craig Long, not yet able to walk after the punishment to her groin. With a great effort she drags the referee back into the ring, and to her inward relief, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest provides proof of life.
“Snap out of it, Long!” Eliza yells as she gives him a couple of hard slaps across the face that bloody his lips yet still fail to rouse him to full consciousness.
Bliss grabs the man by the lapels of his zebra striped shirt and vigorously shakes him back and forth. A murmur rippling through the crowd catches her attention, and Eliza turns her head to see that the Slim Reaper is not as finished as she initially thought. Having already gotten to her knees, Yoona gingerly rubs at her chin with one hand to ensure that her jaw has not been dislocated.
The challenger knows that she has more work to do if she wants to dethrone the champion. Leaving the unconscious referee for the moment, Eliza forces herself upright onto wobbly, rubbery legs. She limps her way over to the prostrate Park, her left leg dragging heavily, then she yanks the Korean’s head backwards with bunch of hair in her left hand while preparing another Cleft Note with her right.
This time, however, Yoona strikes first.
Fighting fire with fire and answering with a claw of her own, Park shoots her right arm upwards between Bliss’ thighs and clamps on a merciless Crotch Claw. The Songbird wilts almost immediately upon having her already tenderized womanhood crushed in the Slim Reaper’s grasp, her body wracked by a torrent of unspeakable pain exploding from her center. She would have crumbled to the mat were it not for Park’s underhand grip on her crotch, and as Yoona rises to a stand, a teary-eyed Eliza is forced to rise on tiptoes to alleviate some of the pressure.
“I could’ve fucked you sweetly, but you chose PAIN!” Park hisses at her opponent while clenching her hand for emphasis.
“I had you…” Bliss defiantly croaks through the agony. “I -- I -- I had you…”
“Motherfucker, you didn’t have shit!” the champion snarls in response, then she drops down to one knee and violently tears her claw away, heaping more vile abuse on Eliza’s groin and yanking the Songbird’s trunks down to ankle-level.
Bliss collapses to hands and knees, shuddering uncontrollably and inadvertently treating one side of the arena to a VIP view of her bared bottom. Park isn’t done though, and after taking a moment to gather herself, she loops her arms around her opponent’s midsection and deadlifts the other wrestler off the mat. Eliza is too stricken to offer more resistance than feebly waving her limbs about, and then with a loud shout of effort, Yoona wrenches her up onto the Powerbomb stall position.
The ex-ballerina lists to one side and then the other before she regains her balance with her opponent sitting backwards atop her shoulders, and then she puts her silver tongue to work.
Having already suffered through a near Death by Snu Snu experience, it takes but a few licks to get to the center of Eliza’s Tootsie Pop. Every synapse in the Songbird’s body is set ablaze is with ecstasy, her spasmodically arching spine and ramrod-stiff legs announcing to viewers what is already obvious to Yoona by taste alone. Bliss still maintains enough of her British reserve to keep from crying out, however, even as her expression is frozen in a silent, euphoric scream and her hands are pulling Park’s head deeper and deeper inwards.
The nymphomaniac is relentless and her technique is impeccable though. Orgasm after orgasm tears through Eliza’s body at an ever-quickening pace -- each one more intense than the last -- until they all blend together and drive the Songbird to the edge of insanity with mind-melting pleasure. Soon Bliss can contain her bliss no more, and when her increasingly leaky dam finally bursts, the Superlative Soprano throws her head back and belts a shattering high note out towards the heavens.
Both primal and melodious, the rapturous sound echoes from every corner of the FAWN Arena and brings the entire crowd to their feet, Eliza’s voice radiating her ravished delight to every man and woman in attendance. Bliss sustains the note for as long as her opera-honed lungs will allow, and when she’s finally exhausted those prodigious bellows, her body sags limp and loose atop Park’s shoulders. Yoona holds the depleted challenger aloft for a few more seconds, and once she’s certain that the well is dry, she dives forward and powers Eliza to the deck with a wholly unnecessary Powerbomb.
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK_GbazB_58
“Not bad, Diet Dare!” Park huffs, rising to her knees and smacking her lips. “Half the calories, same great taste!”
Eliza offers no response as she lies flat on her back with arms splayed wide, a contented smile still etched on her face while her unseeing eyes remain half-lidded. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Park looks around the ring and realizes that she’s the only person who’s conscious between herself, her opponent, and the referee.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me...” she disdainfully snorts when her gaze falls upon the body of Craig Long. “That kick is worth a two-count at best…”
Left to her own devices for the time being, Yoona removes Eliza’s bottoms entirely and daintily dabs at the corners of her mouth with the purloined attire. Once she’s cleaned herself up, she folds her impromptu napkin into a neat square and uses it to wipe down her opponent’s inner thighs and groin as if she were sopping up gravy with a biscuit. Clutching the now soaking wet garment in her hand, Park knee-walks over the referee and wafts it underneath his nose like a pack of smelling salts.
“WHAT THE…?!” Craig blurts as he awakens with a jolt. “Wha… what -- mmmppph!”
Yoona stuffs the folded-up clothing into the official’s mouth, then she simply instructs, “Count.”
With that, Park moves back to the body of her opponent and settles into an especially tawdry Reverse Facesit, waggling her hips back and forth to rub her bare genitals across Eliza’s face while planting one palm in the cleft of the Songbird’s bosom to fulfill the minimum requirements for a pin. Craig needs a few more seconds for the cobwebs in his head to dissipate, and he stares blankly at the partially exposed challenger and the fully exposed champion for a little while longer before he suddenly realizes what he has in his mouth.
His face turning livid, Long spits out the improvised gag and begins stammering incomprehensibly as he looks back and forth and back and forth between Eliza and Eliza’s trunks.
“COUNT,” Park instructs him again, sounding obviously annoyed and on the verge of further violence.
With the blood now rushing back into his face and making his cheeks hot and red, the visibly mortified referee scrambles over and gingerly lays the scrap of clothing across the vanquished challenger’s hips to preserve what little is left of her modesty. To his credit as a professional, Craig does not neglect his official duties and he slides down to the mat to give an academic count of…
ONE
TWO
THREE
...before he hastily calls for the closing bell. Long wants to command Park to vacate her seat, but he knows the Slim Reaper well enough to realize that any attempt at stopping the debauchery would be likely earn him another kick to the cranium. Suppressing a defeated sigh, Craig accepts the EurAsian title belt from a ring attendant, then he passes it off to the champion who accepts the gaudy strap without a word.
“YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, AND STILL EURASIAN CHAMPION, YOONA PAAAAARRRRRRRK!”
Yoona holds her prize in one hand and thrusts it into the air, all while her hips continue to grind and grind and grind and grind to her heart’s content, capping off a banner year with a most blissful joyride.
After the Church of Eternal Midnight finally found a way to abscond with the World Title via Miranda’s treachery and Adelaide’s abilities and a humbling experience in FAWN’s new rage, the Oil Pit, where Lenore had forced her to capitulate, the Songbird is ready to fly again.
As the diva bounces from boot sole to boot sole behind the curtain, realizing she has a chance to return to the organization’s gold-wearing elite, the fact she is facing one of the most enigmatic and successful Eurasian champions brings even further focus to the matter at hand.
The British Blackbird huffs out a last sigh as she sees the house lights fade and heads through when darkness envelops the arena. The lowered illumination leads to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. They only get louder when a brilliant spotlight pierces the gloom. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, is a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that does next to nothing to hide the limber strength of her frame.
Careful not to step on the Superlative Soprano’s favorite solo, the announcer calls, “Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of thirty minutes and is for the FAWN Eurasian Championship. Hailing from London, England. Standing five feet eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS
A sweet melodious set of notes reach to the heights only a hint at the beauty of her operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenades the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweetest rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabs the sash at her waist, yanks the robe open and lets it fall at her feet.
Her former black one piece remains replaced with a set of deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that leaves the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks is a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It reads simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees are protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots match the blue of her briefs.
Eliza tosses her long dark locks over a shoulder with a whiplash shrug, turns, and heads down the ramp and aisle crisscrossing to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface, but Eliza’s treatment is all the more impressive because she continues to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around ringside, Bliss removes and hands over her unobtrusive microphone headset, quickly climbs the steps and spins to face the fans. She dips into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it dies down, she slips through the ropes, strides to center stage, waving and clapping in response to the acclaim, ready to reclaim a place among FAWN’s pantheon of titleholders.
Referee Craig Long performs a perfunctory inspection of Eliza’s pads and boots, a wholly unnecessary task given her unscrupulous tactics were but a distant memory at this point. The man is going through the motions when the house lights darken once more, and a roar from the crowd along with the rumble of heavy orchestral strings herald the arrival of the EurAsian champion.
“And hailing from Seoul, South Korea… coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds… she is the Slim Reaper and your EurAsian champion… YOONA PAAARRRRK!”
YOONA PARK
Making her first title defense since FAWNAMANIA, Yoona steps through onto the entranceway wearing a haughty, insouciant smirk on her face. As perhaps the most dominant champion in the history of the EurAsian title, she had not bothered to respond to challenges from wrestlers she felt were beneath her, even at the cost of forfeiting a couple of rather hefty paychecks. An extended run with the World Title and the Year of Bliss had made Eliza one of the biggest names in the federation, however, and Park knows that plucking the Songbird would allow her to add a particularly gaudy feather to her cap.
And of course, being what she is, the Slim Reaper has her ulterior motives as well.
Never one for subtlety, Yoona brings her right hand to her lips with her index and middle fingers extended in a V, then she stares directly at Eliza and flicks her tongue between the fork of her digits. The Blackbird’s reaction is nearly imperceptible, merely a slight furrowing of her brows and a bit of extra tension in her clenched fists, but even that does not escape the champion’s notice as the Korean’s smirk stretches into a ravenous, hungry grin.
The audience approves as well, showering the ex-ballerina with lustful cheers and whistles as she saunters down to the ring with the EurAsian title belt slung over one shoulder. Yoona casually tosses her golden strap to the timekeeper without breaking stride, then she slides into the ring and gives an impatient roll of her eyes when Craig comes to check her black-and-gold gear as well.
With the skintight fabric of her bustier-styled one-piece allowing for very few hiding spots, the referee focuses most of his attention on the Slim Reaper’s fingerless gauntlets that encase the entirety of her forearms. Satisfied that Yoona’s armguards are not hiding brass knuckles, Long kneels down to check her legwear. As always, the ex-ballerina is sans footwear, her toes and arches too delicate to suffer inside hard and cramped wrestling boots. Instead she wears protective legsleeves that run from kneecap to ankle before terminating in thin, supportive stirrups that loop around the soles of her feet.
“No Camille today?” Craig inquires as he lightly flicks Yoona’s left shin, listening for the telltale ping of metal plates hidden underneath the compressive polyester.
“Nah, I asked her to stay in the back this time,” Park replies. “I’d catch a fuckton of wife-aggro if she saw me do what I’m about to do.”
Looking up and across the ring to address her latest challenger directly, Yoona adds, “Hear that, bruv? I’mma comin’ for that booty one way or another, so how about we skip the wrestling and get straight to the fucking?”
“Oh, sod off, you trolloping strumpet!” an indignant Eliza shouts back, causing Yoona’s face to scrunch in mock confusion.
“Was that a ‘Yes’ or a ‘No?’” she asks the referee. “I don’t speak British.”
Long doesn’t bother to respond, and having completed his pre-match check, he opts instead to wordlessly signal for the opening bell to get the contest underway. The pair of lithe brunettes simultaneously set off for the center of the ring, Eliza with arms raised for a clinch and Yoona with hands nonchalantly tucked behind her back. Bliss knows better than to be lured into a false sense of security, however, and her wariness pays off when Park suddenly springs forward with a Flying Knee.
The Superlative Soprano throws herself backwards and arches her spine, limboing underneath the champion’s signature strike with a split second to spare. For her part, Yoona lands lightly after the missed connection and breaks into a casual jog around the perimeter of the squared circle, having kept her hands behind her back the whole time. Eliza quickly straightens herself as well to guard against another surprise attack, and once she’s squared up and circling in-step with her foe, she raises her arms high overhead and flexes her fingers, inviting the Slim Reaper to a Test of Strength.
Yoona scoffs derisively at the challenge, however, and she pivots about mid-stride to turn her jog into a smooth Moonwalk, the balls of her feet silently gliding across the canvas and keeping pace with Eliza’s steps.
“Don’t need hands to kick your sweet, sweet ass,” Park chuckles. “All I need are my bestest-best-buddies Thunder --”
Still doing her Moonwalk, the ex-ballerina gives a shimmy of her left leg…
“-- and Skullfucker.”
...followed by a shake of her right.
Eliza gives an unimpressed and not-quite-ladylike snort, then she lunges forward to put Yoona’s statement to the test, right arm chambered for a vicious European Uppercut. Park’s legs have greater reach than her arms, however, and before Bliss can get within striking distance, the Slim Reaper plants a foot in the cleft of her bosom and sends her reeling backwards with a forceful Push Kick.
The Songbird stumbles to the edge of the ring before she rebounds off the springy ropes, right into the range of the champion’s legs once more. Yoona feints a Roundhouse to the ribcage with her right foot, and when Eliza drops her arms to guard her midsection, Park throws it into reverse, swinging her right leg back down while leaping off kick right to deliver a kick to the challenger’s temple.
SWITCH KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmBbYklGY8w
Thunder finds its mark on the right side of Eliza’s skull, although the wily Bliss dulls the impact of the Switch Kick by rolling with the blow and allowing it to knock her to the mat. Dazed but not out, the challenger regains her wits just in time to see Park’s right foot about to stomp her in the face and make good on its name. She rolls to the side, allowing Yoona’s bare heel to crash into the canvas rather than her skull, then she keeps rolling to avoid the second, third, and fourth stomps in rapid succession.
Still adamantly keeping her hands behind her back, Park’s efforts result in her doing an awkward, peg-legged jig as she forces Bliss to tumble under the bottom rope before finally escaping to the safety of the floor. Having driven her opponent from the ring, Yoona retreats to the center of the ring and gives a condescending bow to Eliza.
Despite the insult to her ego, FAWN’s Renaissance Woman knows it would be foolish to charge back into the fray rather than make the most of her reprieve. She gives her head a few shakes and rolls her neck one way followed by the other to get the remaining cobwebs out, only sliding back into the field of battle after she’s milked the referee’s count down to the last couple of seconds.
Eliza regains her feet with a deep, calming sigh, and after circling her Moonwalking foe for another three-quarters of a lap around the ring, she sees an opening and darts in again. Same as before, Yoona plants a foot in her chest to halt her forward progress, but this time Bliss is prepared as she snares Park’s ankles with both hands to short-circuit the Push Kick. The champion’s eyes widen as the smug look melts from her face, and that’s all she can manage before Bliss barrel-rolls to the deck to take her down with a Dragon Screw.
DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bakuavwG7YI
Yoona hisses and reflexively grabs the back of her knee as the joint is violently torqued, finally unclasping her hands from behind her back. She has much more pressing concerns, however, as Eliza still has control of her leg. The Songbird shifts her grip from calf to foot, then she rises to a stand to put her full weight into her Fortissimo ankle lock, targeting the ex-ballerina’s weak point.
FORTISSIMO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxYn9hqTFsc
Bliss has hardly begun to turn up the pressure before the referee is demanding that she release the hold though, and she follows the man’s line of sight to see that Park has a desperate, white-knuckled grip on the bottom rope.
“I thought you didn’t need your hands,” Eliza chuckles, giving a Forget-Me-Not twist that earns a sharp yelp from Yoona before she backs off at Craig’s insistence.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Park sits cross-legged while she massages her ankle, then she hisses, “I was being metaphorical, you stupid asshole...”
“Actually, you were being figurative,” the referee interjects. “You see, the difference between a metaphor and a figure of speech is --”
“Fuck you, Long!” Yoona snaps at the official. “No one likes you, and you’re going to die alone!”
The harsh rebuke out of the blue leaves Craig temporarily speechless, and Park pays him no further mind. She pounds a fist into the deck and rises to her feet, evidently no worse for the wear after an early brush with disaster. Pumping her arms through the air in a couple of rapid-fire punches -- first left, then right -- Yoona regards her challenger with none of the fun or frivolity from the start of the match.
“Alright, Bliss…” she says, her voice low and dangerous, “...come and get it.”
Eliza raises her arms high and wriggles her fingers, offering her test once more.
“But my invitation was delivered first, dear, Yoona is it? I insist.”
Blissy smirks at Park, moving her right leg a step behind her left and flexing each limb, preparing to gather as much leverage as possible before their fingers link. Eliza glances up at her digits then motions to the title holder in case Park needed her invitation engraved.
“You don’t know what you’re in for, do you?” the Korean mutters as she moves forward and gingerly laces her fingers with those of the diva. Immediately the muscles in both women tense, their arms shifting and Yoona’s wrists slowly roll over those of the Brit. A fretting Eliza lowers her body to lessen the angle at which her hands are bent back but in so doing gives Park the opportunity to increase her advantage.
It takes but a few seconds before Eliza’s right knee touches canvas, the doe-eyed Songbird looking up into the dark pools of her Korean counterpart.
“So many things you can do down there,” Yoona grunts, shifting her pelvis in the direction of Bliss’ lowered face. The champ forces the Brit’s wrists to the snapping point, Eliza’s features etched in pain and not a little embarrassment at having her test aced.
Perhaps getting a little too flirty, Park leaves an opening, Eliza shooting her head forward, butting it into Yoona’s lower abdomen. It doesn’t appear particularly painful, but it’s distracting enough for Eliza to break one of the hand grips and swing the freed arm between Park’s thighs. Eliza scoops the champ off her feet, holding her briefly across her shoulders, then deposits her foe to the deck across her back, breaking Yoona’s remaining handhold.
Park quickly scrambles to her feet but for a split second after Eliza’s in her six, wrapping her arms around the waist of the Korean. Bliss lifts and bridges, sending Park tumbling over in a half-backflip that sends Yoona’s shoulders and the back of her braincase BANGING into the thinly-covered plywood. Park rolls to a shoulder, cradling the rear of her skull with both arms.
The release part of her German Suplex allows Bliss quick access to verticality and by the time Yoona’s on her haunches, Bliss is up and delivering a soccer kick to Park’s chest.
In keeping with the Italian Eliza often uses in her operatic flights of fancy, the crowd picks up a ‘Si’ chant as Bliss lays boots to Park’s pert bosom time and time again, Eliza applying a baker’s dozen before relenting.
A slumping Yoona covers her aching orbs with an arm while a confident Bliss steps close, sinking a set of nails into her foe’s ebony locks. She tugs Yoona’s mane, forcing Park to look up at the Songbird.
“There’s a reason why the EurAsian title is considered lesser than the WORLD.”
“And there’s a reason,” Yoona responds, “you’re fighting for the EurAsian title after losing the World.”
Eliza’s face pinches in aggravation. She shoots a knee toward a point dissecting Park’s eyes, but Yoona dodges the effort, simultaneously using her free arm to sweep Blissy’s remaining grounded stem out from under her, bringing the Superlative Soprano to the stage on her back.
With roles reversed, it’s Park delving her digits into the diva’s sweeping brown tresses as she rises, pulling Eliza to a seat in front of her. The champ steps one leg over her foe’s left shoulder then does likewise with the right. She snaps ‘Thunder’ and ‘Skullfucker’ together, in a standing headscissors while also wrenching Eliza’s head to the side with a twisting two-handed grip.
Apparently not satisfied with the anguished grunts from the diva, Yoona bends over her challenger and grasps Eliza’s stems, crossing them in a fateful ‘four’. Snatching the extended leg behind Eliza’s Achilles’, Yoona secures her stump puller, trying to force an early exit from Bliss.
Stump Puller (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsW3V_MUsUA )
Craig asks if the challenger wants to surrender her title ambitions, but Bliss shakes her head as much as she’s able, groaning a pained ‘no’ to make things crystal clear. In response, Yoona SLAMS Eliza’s straightened lower limb back to the canvas with a THUMP, Bliss yelping from the impact. Eliza clutches her aching leg, pulling it close.
Park doesn’t allow for any recovery time. Dismounting Eliza’s shoulders, Yoona shoves Bliss to the side, the Brit landing on her left hip and shoulder. Park drops next to her foe and secures a side mount at the soprano’s right shoulder, thrusting knee after knee into Blissy’s ribs, the staccato burst of grunts following quickly behind the meaty THWACK of each strike to Eliza’s increasingly bruised side.
Already close to a pinning position, Yoona relents after a half-dozen soften the challenger. She drapes her body across chest and shoulders in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The stubborn Bliss manages to dislodge Park enough to slip a shoulder off the canvas and roll to her chest. The Songbird reaches all fours before Yoona is on her again, this time mounting the challenger in a front-facing straddle of her lower spine. Scissoring Eliza’s ribs, Park reaches forward to collect Blissy’s noggin in a crossface grip. Park nibbles Eliza’s ear while apparently trying to rip the Englishwoman’s head from her shoulders.
Long dives in front of Bliss, landing on his knees, getting in the pained visage of the challenger. He asks if Eliza wants to pack it in. But instead of doing so, Bliss pushes off the canvas and rolls her arms back, wrapping them behind the pits of the champ’s knees.
Yoona forgoes any more of her snack to violently convince Eliza she needs to stay matbound, but Bliss refuses, first getting to her knees then reaching vertical, if barely. With an insistent Yoona still on her back, Blissy turns her vertebrae (and Park’s) to the nearest set of buckles and staggers in a backpedal to the corner, sandwiching Yoona between herself and the buckles with an impromptu splash.
The first weakens both Park’s grip above and scissors below, the second drops the Korean to her tootsies behind the embattled Brit. Blindly, Bliss raises her right boot and STOMPS the sole into the bare foot of the champ. Yoona shrieks in pain. She tries to wriggle to freedom, but there’s no immediate escape available, Bliss pressing her body backwards, making sure Park is wedged between her and the corner.
Eliza spins into an uppercut throat thrust, the knife-edge fashioned from Blissy’s fingers shooting into Park’s neck just under her chin. Already leaning into the corner to take the weight off her throbbing foot, Yoona’s left wide-eyed and gagging from the attack. Park grasps at her throat, choking in ragged breaths.
Eliza roughly latches onto Park’s ears and drags the flagging champ out of the corner by them, Bliss placing the limping Slim Reaper center stage before tugging her lowered head into a front facelock. Raising her free arm, Eliza hits the perfect high-C, delighting the FAWNatics, then leaps into the air. Blissy’s legs shoot behind her as the soprano uses Yoona as her base.
The Songbird swings her legs through, ripping Yoona off hers, SPIKING the crown of the Korean’s cranium into the deck with a superb Jumping DDT that leaves a dazed Park skidding to a stop after the calamitous collision.
Eliza pops to her knees and ‘walks’ to the demolished Park, dropping across title holder in a crrossbody pin, hooking Yoona’s far leg for good measure for the…
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TWO…
Park rolls to one side and gets a shoulder off the mat, though not with enough authority to dislodge her challenger. Even so, the fact that Yoona beat the count with time to spare seems to convince Eliza that she’ll need to do more to pry the EurAsian gold from her opponent’s fingers. The Songbird hauls her opponent up onto wobbly legs, then doubles her over at the waist with a kick to the breadbasket.
As Yoona wheezes for air, she soon finds her arms pinned behind her back in a snug Double Underhook while Eliza’s thighs frame the sides of her head. Not quite the way she’d wanted her face between Bliss’ legs, Park wildly thrashes and kicks about in an attempt to escape before the challenger can drop her on her head for a second time with a Double Underhook Piledriver.
The ex-ballerina’s awkwardly bicycling legs do manage to throw off Eliza’s balance, and the Songbird is forced to abort her lift and return Park to terra firma before she can get Yoona fully vertical and upside down. Granted a small window to turn the tides, the Slim Reaper puts her vaunted flexibility to good use and throws her right leg up, over, and back -- the limb curling around like a scorpion’s tail before her heel THONKS Bliss right between the eyes.
Eliza is stunned by the blow and she backs off, relinquishing her hooks on Yoona in order to reassure herself that her nose is still well-aligned and unbroken. The Songbird blindly lashes out with another kick, hoping to find paydirt in her opponent’s gut once more, but this time the champion is prepared. The Slim Reaper steps forward and catches Eliza’s shin under one arm, then she dumps Bliss to the deck with a hard shove to the chest. Still in control of the challenger’s right leg, Park does a pirouette to twist the limb around her own into the shape of a ‘4’ and crosses Eliza’s right ankle over left knee.
Bliss extends a pleading hand towards her captor, knowing the anguish that’s heading her way, but the Slim Reaper is rarely -- if ever -- in a merciful mood. Yoona lays out on the mat, cradling the Songbird’s left shin in her lap, and when she throws her right calf over Eliza’s right foot to lock in the Figure Four, the Superlative Soprano howls in pitch perfect pain.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6NP22mZg5c
Yoona plants her palms and bridges her hips to ramp up the pressure, and within seconds Eliza’s flattened hand is quivering over the mat, but the Songbird’s fans will have none of it. Sensing that their idol’s willpower is running low, they join their voices and plead with her to, “PLEASE DON’T TAP!”
The show of support is not in vain, and Bliss summons the fortitude to shake her head ‘No’ at the referee when he checks in. Eliza knows that she still needs to extricate herself from the hold, however, so she begins dragging herself backwards on her elbows, trying to reach the safety of the ropes in the nearest corner. At the same time, Yoona lets herself drop back to the mat in order to bring her hands back into play. Park starts pulling at the challenger’s boot laces, trying to remove Eliza’s footwear so that she may deliver her Footsie pressure point attack.
Evidently Bliss had contingencies for such an event though, and while Yoona is still working on those quadruple-knotted strings, the Songbird manages to to get within range of the ropes. Eliza grabs her lifeline, and a second later, Craig Long is ordering the very frustrated Park to release the hold. Yoona raises a pair of middle fingers at the referee, and then at her opponent, but she eventually complies as she untangles herself from Bliss and retreats to the center of the ring.
Meanwhile, a groaning Eliza raises herself to a seat with her back propped against the bottom turnbuckle as she massages her tortured joints. Unfortunately, that turns out to be a very poor choice just a few seconds later when Yoona comes barreling at her with legs extended in a V. The Slim Reaper’s rump smashes full force into Bliss’ clavicles, then the nymphomaniac Korean bounces up and down and up down in her seat to further batter Eliza’s chest while also grinding her thinly-sheathed genitals in the Songbird’s face.
BRONCO BUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NsdioY-yA4
Despite Yoona and the FAWNatics enjoying a particularly salacious Bronco Buster -- loudly moaning and cheering, respectively -- the official breaks up the party after a dozen or so bounces. He loops an arm around Park’s waist and drags the champion away to give the challenger a much needed respite, though it appears to be too little too late for Eliza who remains slumped and unmoving in the corner.
Once she’s freed herself from Craig’s grasps, Yoona notices that her opponent is still primed and ready for another face-riding. Figuring that skin-on-skin would be that much more delightful, Park shimmies her way out of her one piece to a thunderous roar of approval from the audience. Long tries not to stare too obviously at the champion’s pert, perky breasts or her neatly-trimmed thatch of pubic hair as he asks Yoona why she’s disrobing in the middle of a championship bout, but he hardly gets a word out before Park throws the discarded garment in his face.
“YOLOOOOOOO!” Yoona shouts, providing both explanation and justification for her actions with the official battlecry for Millennials everywhere.
She takes off in another sprint towards the corner, looking to bust Eliza’s bronco once more. This time, however, things go awry as soon as she leaps. Whether by fortuitous chance or savvy wiles, Bliss collapses to a heap on the mat and drops herself out of harm’s way just moments before impact. Park sails clear over her intended target, and instead of her opponent’s soft lips and nose, she rams her naked crotch directly into the unforgiving wire connecting the turnbuckle to the ringpost.
Yoona’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets upon the rough landing, and she gasps and croaks in agony as she melts to the canvas with her hands protectively clasped between her thighs.
Having just managed to pull Park’s clothes away from his face, Craig looks at the pair of downed wrestlers with a weary sigh, then he begins counting towards a double-knockout.
The former World Champion pushes to hands and knees and surveys the crumpled, bare Korean, dark eyes widening as she fully realizes Park stripped herself of her gear. She turns to Long quizzically. The man can only shrug.
“You know FAWN, Bliss. It isn’t illegal,” he offers between his count of ‘FIVE’ and ‘SIX’.
“Freak,” Eliza mutters not so much under her breath. She shoves to vertical, ending Craig’s verbal procession toward ‘TEN’.
The sublime soprano teeters through an unsteady trip to the champion, grabbing Yoona by her left shoulder and wrist when reaching her, and tugging Park out of the protective ball into which her naked frame cocooned. There are flash bulbs aplenty as Bliss hauls the disrobed Korean to her feet, the challenger keeping her bent at the waist, pulling Yoona’s lowered head into a front facelock while draping Park’s loosened arm across the back of her neck.
The diva vaults Yoona heels (and everything else) over head, Bliss stalling her foe with Yoona’s soles pointed to the lights above. Eliza lets the blood drain to the champ’s noggin for several seconds before stepping toward the ropes and letting Park’s legs slowly drop atop to uppermost cable the way she’d came up.
With Yoona stretched out and the crowd ‘ooohing’ in anticipation, the Songbird lays out, spinning the Slim Reaper into a ring-rattling neckbreaker that sends a shudder through Park’s exposed body before Yoona falls still.
Rope hung swinging neckbreaker (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-bgxOgx19M )
Eliza forgoes any worry about getting ‘personal’ with the naked frame of her foe, pressing close in a tight lateral press, hooking a leg that in turn gives the front rows on one side quite a view for the…
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THRNOOO!
Park kicks free of the pin, ending on her side, dark eyes still glassy.
On her knees next to the dazed Asian, Bliss casts a glance in Long’s direction. The man holds aloft two fingers, insisting the champion’s reign continues.
Eliza taps the mat in a mild show of frustration but quickly moves on. She mounts Park in a reverse kneeling straddle, landing her pert backside atop the bare bosom of her title-holding opponent. Bliss folds her fingers into a pair of fists and bangs away with a series of combinations, pounding the clenched digits into the slender, cream-colored midriff of the champ, meaty THWACKS giving way to deep grunts from Yoona as the barrage accumulates.
Her foe’s belly softened, Eliza slides her backside just under Park’s chin, threatening to cover air passages soon enough, and reaches forward to dig a claw into the bruised expanse of Yoona’s abdomen. Sinking and squeezing the fingertips into the gulping tummy, the soprano elicits a yelp of anguish from the reeling Park.
Eliza cuts off the complaint by backing her ass up, swallowing Yoona’s lips and nose underneath her pear-shaped derriere. Belly out of reach, Eliza shifts her talons to Park’s bare breasts, savaging both mercilessly as Park squeals into her foe’s backside, Yoona’s dark pools shifting wildly just above Eliza’s crack. Working the Slim Reaper like a part-time job with a modified Contralto, Bliss makes sure Yoona is aware the torture can be over in an instant if she gives up her Eurasian title.
Park’s palms push against the underside of Eliza’s thighs and, when Bliss gets too wrapped up in tearing Yoona’s plums to shreds, she’s able to heave Eliza off her perch enough to slide out from under and butt scoot to the ropes behind her.
Blissy, quickly vertical, closes the gap between herself and the champ, running her fingers down her body as she approaches.
“I know Camille can’t hold a candle to this,” Eliza purrs, “but damn, you ever heard of being overeager?”
Yoona uses the cables behind her to climb to her feet as Bliss pounces upon her, the Songbird STOMPING a boot on the slightly forwarded right foot of the champ. The attack on the soft ‘underbelly’ of Park’s defenses reflexively forces a pained yip from Yoona and the opportunistic Eliza THRUSTS the middle three digits of her right hand between the open maw of the Korean, hooking in her dreaded Cleft Note mandible claw, Bliss looking for a killshot on the depleted Asian.
Yoona reacts as if she’s had 10,000 volts surge through her system once Bliss clamps down. One of Park’s palms wraps around the wrist of Eliza’s offending arm, but pulling the hooked fingers free isn’t happening. Luckily for the champion, she’s no more than a step from the ropes and has enough sense to slip a leg through.
Craig intercedes, working his way between Yoona and her challenger. When he can’t remove the ‘Note’, he demands Eliza release. The superlative soprano is slow to do so, only relenting when Long’s count reaches ‘FOUR’.
She pulls her fingers loose and wipes them on Long’s striped shirt before backing away, hands raised in mock innocence. Yoona chokes in some air, an arm strategically coiled around the top cable as she pulls her leg back in; her disrobed, sweat-soaked body glistening under the lights.
Eliza bids the Slim Reaper forward then moves her right index finger an inch from her thumb.
“That close, nympho,” Eliza informs. “Keep thinking about what you want from this body and I’ll be taking the gold from around your waist.”
Breathing under control, Yoona spits out the remaining taste of Blissy’s fingers and circles away from the ropes.
“I’m going to take the win and your body,” Yoona assures, glancing up and down Eliza’s figure in predatory fashion.
Some might have taken a step back, maybe even Bliss in years past, but Eliza is now as accomplished as any singles wrestler in the organization and would not be intimidated by the threat of ‘old school’ action when she could create her own operatic ecstasy of fury and physicality.
The Songbird darts forward, crouched low as she tries to power through her opponent and take Park down to the mat with a textbook Double Leg Takedown. She’s tipped her hand too soon, however, and Yoona leaps up and hurdles over the charging challenger. Eliza manages to corral her momentum and slam on the brakes before she drives herself into a corner ringpost, but unfortunately for the Superlative Soprano and her fans, she wheels about just in time to catch a Superman Punch flush to the jaw.
A punch-drunk Bliss reels backwards and catches herself on the turnbuckles, and the Slim Reaper is upon her in the blink of an eye. Park steps one foot onto each of the intersecting middle ropes, then she grabs Eliza’s hair in her left hand while she tries to put a dent in the challenger’s forehead with a vicious series of vertical Elbow Strikes from her right arm.
Craig allows the mauling to continue for an internal five-count, then he once again wraps his arms around Yoona’s waist to drag her away, looking a bit uncomfortable when he presses against her naked body. The champion is evidently in a less playful mood than earlier in the match though, and she gets the official to back off by swinging her heel into the front of his shin.
Hopping about on one leg, Long shouts that he cannot allowed one of his charges to be mauled in the ropes, then he commands Park to get her opponent out of the corner. Yoona complies by sinking both hands into Eliza’s luscious brown locks, then spinning and hurling the Songbird towards the center of the ring with a Hair Mare.
HAIR MARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rp6dZr-OEqw
Whether intentional or not, the Slim Reaper ends up tossing her victim directly into the the referee, knocking both Craig and Eliza to the mat next to each other. Long quickly scrambles up to his knees a little shaken, and Bliss follows shortly afterwards, but just as she’s about to push up to a full stand, Eliza’s eyes widen in alarm and she tosses herself back down to the canvas.
Craig has only a fraction of a second to process what’s happening before ‘Skullfucker’ slams hard into the side of his head, the force of the wayward Buzzsaw Kick meant for Eliza rendering him unconscious and knocking him halfway out of the ring before he gets caught on the bottom rope.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKnPitKEU0E
Yoona takes a moment to stare in disbelief at the hapless official, then her prenatural striker’s instinct allows her to casually sidestep Eliza’s wild Haymaker from behind. Now presented with the challenger’s unguarded back, Park seizes Bliss by hooking one arm over her neck and the other through her thighs, lifting her into the Torture Rack position. The champion doesn’t keep her opponent across her shoulders for more than a second, however, and she hups Eliza up and over her head before driving a knee into the back of the challenger’s skull on the way down.
INVERTED GTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA4OcVfMO_4
Eliza’s head violently snaps forward from the impact of the Inverted GTS, then she collapses into a heap and cradles her cranium in both hands. With her cage rattled, she can’t muster much resistance when Yoona rolls her onto her back and straddles her hips, and the FAWNatics are quick to let Bliss know what she’s in for with a low roar of, “SNU-SNU!”
Park grabs her left leg and brings it forward until her ankle is behind her ear, opening the Songbird’s legs in a set of vertical splits that leaves the her womanhood vulnerable and exposed while stretching the sinews in her hamstring and groin to the breaking point. The Superlative Soprano shrieks in pain and terror, though she quickly bites down on her bottom lips to squelch an entirely different kind of cry when Yoona starts to grind against her, crotch-on-crotch.
“Yes… yes… fight it… ressssiiiiiiissst…” the lusty Korean moans as she works her Death by Snu Snu submission. “...it’ll make it all the sweeter when I take it from you anyway…”
Holding Eliza’s ankle in one hand, Yoona slips the other underneath the challenger’s top and begins to fondle the diva’s breast. Being assaulted on a second front appears to be too much for Bliss to handle, and soon her hips begin to move in syncopated cadence with Park’s, her body begging for more more more despite the mounting damage to her leg. Despite it all, the woman renowned for her golden voice resolutely stays silent, making it a point of pride to deny the nymphomaniac champion the satisfaction of hearing her scream in either pain or pleasure.
“Don’t tell ‘Liv, but you were always my favorite Blackbird,” Yoona purrs, her voice husky and her eyes half-lidded. “Sure, she’s the one with the talent and the accolades and the fans, but your juicy, jobber ass is a much better fuck…”
Park’s words ignite something within Bliss. Although finally capturing the federation’s premier title put her accomplishments on par with her tag team partner’s, years and years of unfavorable comparisons to Olivia Dare have ensured that the subject remains a persistent sore spot for Eliza. Suddenly white-hot with fury, the Superlative Soprano shoots her right hand up with pinpoint precision at Park’s open mouth and latches on another Cleft Note just as the Korean is moaning with delight.
Bliss clamps down, and all thoughts of debaucherous, carnal pleasure are washed out of Yoona’s mind by a deluge of pain. The Slim Reaper reflexively abandons her grips on her opponent’s leg and breast as she seizes Eliza’s wrist with both hands in an effort to tear away the Cleft Note. All Park succeeds in doing is losing her leverage though, and Bliss promptly overturns her mount, putting her flat on her back in the middle of the ring.
Kneeling over the now panicking champion, Eliza grips her right wrist with her left hand for more support, and she pours everything she has into the Cleft Note, digging her fingertips deeper and deeper and deeper into Yoona’s soft palette. Park kicks her heels against the canvas while she claws and scratches along the entire length of Eliza’s arm, but it’s a futile attempt that gets her nowhere. Within another ten seconds her eyes roll back in her head, and soon her fluttering palm begins tapping against the Songbird’s shoulder.
“Long! Long, it’s over!” Bliss shouts at the referee, although the man remains resolutely comatose and unmoving. “Oh, for the love of -- PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN! THAT KICK IS WORTH A TWO-COUNT AT BEST!”
To her great dismay, Eliza realizes that the jaws of FAWN referees are sculpted only from the most brittle of glass. With the once dominant champion now reduced to nothing more than a convulsing heap, Bliss finally unhooks her Cleft Note and crawls over to Craig Long, not yet able to walk after the punishment to her groin. With a great effort she drags the referee back into the ring, and to her inward relief, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest provides proof of life.
“Snap out of it, Long!” Eliza yells as she gives him a couple of hard slaps across the face that bloody his lips yet still fail to rouse him to full consciousness.
Bliss grabs the man by the lapels of his zebra striped shirt and vigorously shakes him back and forth. A murmur rippling through the crowd catches her attention, and Eliza turns her head to see that the Slim Reaper is not as finished as she initially thought. Having already gotten to her knees, Yoona gingerly rubs at her chin with one hand to ensure that her jaw has not been dislocated.
The challenger knows that she has more work to do if she wants to dethrone the champion. Leaving the unconscious referee for the moment, Eliza forces herself upright onto wobbly, rubbery legs. She limps her way over to the prostrate Park, her left leg dragging heavily, then she yanks the Korean’s head backwards with bunch of hair in her left hand while preparing another Cleft Note with her right.
This time, however, Yoona strikes first.
Fighting fire with fire and answering with a claw of her own, Park shoots her right arm upwards between Bliss’ thighs and clamps on a merciless Crotch Claw. The Songbird wilts almost immediately upon having her already tenderized womanhood crushed in the Slim Reaper’s grasp, her body wracked by a torrent of unspeakable pain exploding from her center. She would have crumbled to the mat were it not for Park’s underhand grip on her crotch, and as Yoona rises to a stand, a teary-eyed Eliza is forced to rise on tiptoes to alleviate some of the pressure.
“I could’ve fucked you sweetly, but you chose PAIN!” Park hisses at her opponent while clenching her hand for emphasis.
“I had you…” Bliss defiantly croaks through the agony. “I -- I -- I had you…”
“Motherfucker, you didn’t have shit!” the champion snarls in response, then she drops down to one knee and violently tears her claw away, heaping more vile abuse on Eliza’s groin and yanking the Songbird’s trunks down to ankle-level.
Bliss collapses to hands and knees, shuddering uncontrollably and inadvertently treating one side of the arena to a VIP view of her bared bottom. Park isn’t done though, and after taking a moment to gather herself, she loops her arms around her opponent’s midsection and deadlifts the other wrestler off the mat. Eliza is too stricken to offer more resistance than feebly waving her limbs about, and then with a loud shout of effort, Yoona wrenches her up onto the Powerbomb stall position.
The ex-ballerina lists to one side and then the other before she regains her balance with her opponent sitting backwards atop her shoulders, and then she puts her silver tongue to work.
Having already suffered through a near Death by Snu Snu experience, it takes but a few licks to get to the center of Eliza’s Tootsie Pop. Every synapse in the Songbird’s body is set ablaze is with ecstasy, her spasmodically arching spine and ramrod-stiff legs announcing to viewers what is already obvious to Yoona by taste alone. Bliss still maintains enough of her British reserve to keep from crying out, however, even as her expression is frozen in a silent, euphoric scream and her hands are pulling Park’s head deeper and deeper inwards.
The nymphomaniac is relentless and her technique is impeccable though. Orgasm after orgasm tears through Eliza’s body at an ever-quickening pace -- each one more intense than the last -- until they all blend together and drive the Songbird to the edge of insanity with mind-melting pleasure. Soon Bliss can contain her bliss no more, and when her increasingly leaky dam finally bursts, the Superlative Soprano throws her head back and belts a shattering high note out towards the heavens.
Both primal and melodious, the rapturous sound echoes from every corner of the FAWN Arena and brings the entire crowd to their feet, Eliza’s voice radiating her ravished delight to every man and woman in attendance. Bliss sustains the note for as long as her opera-honed lungs will allow, and when she’s finally exhausted those prodigious bellows, her body sags limp and loose atop Park’s shoulders. Yoona holds the depleted challenger aloft for a few more seconds, and once she’s certain that the well is dry, she dives forward and powers Eliza to the deck with a wholly unnecessary Powerbomb.
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wK_GbazB_58
“Not bad, Diet Dare!” Park huffs, rising to her knees and smacking her lips. “Half the calories, same great taste!”
Eliza offers no response as she lies flat on her back with arms splayed wide, a contented smile still etched on her face while her unseeing eyes remain half-lidded. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Park looks around the ring and realizes that she’s the only person who’s conscious between herself, her opponent, and the referee.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me...” she disdainfully snorts when her gaze falls upon the body of Craig Long. “That kick is worth a two-count at best…”
Left to her own devices for the time being, Yoona removes Eliza’s bottoms entirely and daintily dabs at the corners of her mouth with the purloined attire. Once she’s cleaned herself up, she folds her impromptu napkin into a neat square and uses it to wipe down her opponent’s inner thighs and groin as if she were sopping up gravy with a biscuit. Clutching the now soaking wet garment in her hand, Park knee-walks over the referee and wafts it underneath his nose like a pack of smelling salts.
“WHAT THE…?!” Craig blurts as he awakens with a jolt. “Wha… what -- mmmppph!”
Yoona stuffs the folded-up clothing into the official’s mouth, then she simply instructs, “Count.”
With that, Park moves back to the body of her opponent and settles into an especially tawdry Reverse Facesit, waggling her hips back and forth to rub her bare genitals across Eliza’s face while planting one palm in the cleft of the Songbird’s bosom to fulfill the minimum requirements for a pin. Craig needs a few more seconds for the cobwebs in his head to dissipate, and he stares blankly at the partially exposed challenger and the fully exposed champion for a little while longer before he suddenly realizes what he has in his mouth.
His face turning livid, Long spits out the improvised gag and begins stammering incomprehensibly as he looks back and forth and back and forth between Eliza and Eliza’s trunks.
“COUNT,” Park instructs him again, sounding obviously annoyed and on the verge of further violence.
With the blood now rushing back into his face and making his cheeks hot and red, the visibly mortified referee scrambles over and gingerly lays the scrap of clothing across the vanquished challenger’s hips to preserve what little is left of her modesty. To his credit as a professional, Craig does not neglect his official duties and he slides down to the mat to give an academic count of…
ONE
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THREE
...before he hastily calls for the closing bell. Long wants to command Park to vacate her seat, but he knows the Slim Reaper well enough to realize that any attempt at stopping the debauchery would be likely earn him another kick to the cranium. Suppressing a defeated sigh, Craig accepts the EurAsian title belt from a ring attendant, then he passes it off to the champion who accepts the gaudy strap without a word.
“YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL, AND STILL EURASIAN CHAMPION, YOONA PAAAAARRRRRRRK!”
Yoona holds her prize in one hand and thrusts it into the air, all while her hips continue to grind and grind and grind and grind to her heart’s content, capping off a banner year with a most blissful joyride.