Post by dsb on Dec 17, 2020 2:19:51 GMT
A blacked-out Mercedes G-Wagen rumbles into the downtown Orlando office park, the low growl of its twelve turbocharged cylinders dispelling the early morning silence. Its sturdy, imposing frame standing in sharp contrast to the alarming speed at which it could move, the vehicle looks as though it could run over anything or anyone in its way -- just like the passenger in its backseat.
“Ms. Ezra, we’ve arrived,” the driver announces as he pulls into the specially reserved parking spot.
After a few seconds without acknowledgment, the man repeats, “Ms. Ezra…?”
DAYNA EZRA
A quick look into the rearview mirror confirms what he’d suspected, the woman in question dozing quietly in those custom-fitted leather seats with her head leaned against the tinted window to the side. A whirlwind flurry of aggressive business dealings to acquire and liquidate her nearest competitors had sent Dayna Ezra jet-setting around the globe, and after catching the red-eye flight back to Central Florida just a couple of hours ago, the travel-weary executive takes the opportunity indulge in a power nap before the start of her work day.
Her reprieve is short-lived, however, as she’s soon startled awake by the intrusive *BZZT BZZT BZZT* of her phone.
“Jeeves, what time is it?” Dayna groggily mumbles, removing her glasses to rub at bleary eyes.
*BZZT BZZT BZZT*
“Seven A.M. sharp, Ms. Ezra.”
*BZZT BZZT BZZT*
Ezra glances down at her screen and frowns when she sees it’s an incoming call from a phone number she doesn’t recognize. Experience tells her that she’s being served yet another antitrust injunction, something with which she and her conglomerate have become intimately familiar in recent years. Her hopes for an uneventful morning dashed, Dayna sighs heavily and exits her vehicle, slamming the door behind her.
She clears her throat, and answers the phone with an imperious, commanding, “Speak.”
“What did the five fingers say to the face?”
Dayna’s eyes widen in alarm as she immediately recognizes the voice on the other end of the call, but alas it’s already too late. She whips her head around just in time to see a figure sprint out from behind her car, and she can’t quite get her guard up before a Superman Punch smashes her in the jaw and sends her tumbling to the asphalt.
YOONA PARK
“You’re a hard woman to get a hold of,” Yoona Park sneers as she flippantly tosses her burner phone over one shoulder and cracks the knuckles on her punching hand. “Was waiting a long-ass time to get my hands on you, but you were always off swallowing cock in one shithole or another…”
Ezra scrambles upright looking to mount a counterattack, but unfortunately she’s dressed for the boardroom rather than a street fight. One of her stiletto heels snaps and causes her to stumble right as she tries to charge forward, and that brief window of opportunity is all Park needs to whip a hellacious Roundhouse Kick into her temple to send her head smashing into the driver’s side window.
“OH! GOOD HEAVENS!” Jeeves yelps in alarm when the tempered glass shatters, and recognizing that the current conflict is well above his pay grade, the man scrambles over the center console and out the passenger door before running for cover in the nearest building.
Abandoned by her valet, a punch-drunk Dayna desperately tries to shake off her double-vision and fight back. She pushes herself away from her car and comes swinging with a wild, looping Haymaker, though Yoona ducks under the blow with relative ease. Park drives forward and wraps both arms around Ezra’s haunches, then lifts the larger woman into the air for a brief moment before slamming her back down with a Spinebuster onto the hood of the Mercedes.
“Just as much of a bitch-ass scrub as I remembered,” Yoona snorts, her grimacing, writhing victim unable to offer much of a rejoinder. “No wonder you fucked off until beach-fight season was over.”
Shimmying out of her yoga leggings and underwear, Park adds, “Lemme give you a taste of what you missed.”
Without further ado, Yoona climbs onto the hood as well, kneeling over Dayna’s face and pinning the other woman’s arms underneath her folded shins. Grabbing two handfuls of hair for further leverage, Park rocks her hips back and forth to grind her bare genitals across the beleaguered executive’s nose and lips as Ezra kicks and thrashes in a futile attempt to dislodge the lusty Korean. Indeed her rival’s distress only seems to further stoke Yoona’s fires, burning hotter and hotter until she’s on the crest of a massive climax.
“Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh YES!” Yoona throws her head back and moans as her wild ride shifts into top gear. “Eat that pussy! Eat that pussy! Eat that -- HEY WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Park’s eyes roll so far back in her head that she never sees the security guards approaching. Summoned by Dayna’s ever-dutiful chauffeur, a half dozen burly men rush forward and grab Yoona by the arms to peel her away from the glazed and dazed Israeli. Once he’s sure the danger has passed, Jeeves helps his employer to her feet, allowing her to loop an arm around his shoulders for support.
“Oh! What a fiendish woman! Ms. Ezra, are you--”
“G-Get me… a line… Bethany Christian…” Dayna coughs and sputters before she draws her forearm across her facein an attempt to wipe the taste out of her mouth. “...and get me my wrestling gear.”
*******************************
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea -- coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds -- she is the Slim Reaper… Yoona PAAARRRK!”
Long absent from the squared circle in favor of plying her tawdry trade on the beach and penthouse circuits, Yoona Park reappears in the FAWN Arena for the first time in months, much to the delight of her fans in Park Place. She strides to the ring accompanied by the heavy strings of her orchestral entrance theme, confident and cocksure in tonight’s grudge match against a woman she had beaten and humiliated years ago.
PACIFIC RIM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvrR2Lbfl_s
While her elbow length gloves and legguards remain unchanged, Yoona has swapped her bustier one-piece in favor of a much skimpier two piece -- a black and gold bandeau up top paired a high-cut, strappy pair bottoms in a matching color scheme. Judging from the lustful cheers and whistles coming from the stands, the assembled fans greatly appreciate the expanded view of Park’s toned body.
The lopsided grin fades from Yoona’s face, however, when she’s met by the official for a gear check as soon as she slides into the ring.
“Fucking hell, I specifically asked for the hot referee!” Park grouses as she petulantly stomps her bare foot into the canvas.
“Am… am I n -- not…?” Merle starts to stammer before he trails off when Yoona gives him a stoic, withering glare.
Mercifully for the referee, the PA system crackles to life and interrupts the awkward scene before Park can further skewer his ego.
“Introducing her opponent, from Tel Aviv, Israel – standing at five foot ten and one hundred and forty pounds – she is the Israeli Powerhouse, Dayna ERRRZAAAA”
YOUR GOD IS DEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168
Dayna’s music oozes out of the speakers as the statuesque figure steps out of the curtains – this time, without any assistant. She enters the arena, fully clad in her ring gear – a gem-decorated black turtleneck one piece white knee pads and gold boots. She acknowledges the crowd with a faint smile as she marches down the same ramp after a long hiatus. Coming before the ring, the cool executive makes eye contact with Yoona as she shuffles to the ring steps. She ascends and steps through the ropes, raising her arm in a ‘T’ for an official check while maintain eye contact with Yoona.
“Alright, you’re good.” Merle comments and sends Dayna back into her corner.
DING!
As soon as the bell sounds, the pair of wrestlers make a beeline for the center of the ring and collide in an Elbow and Collar Lockup. The stalemate lasts for but a moment, then Dayna’s size and strength win out and she sends Yoona stumbling backwards with a forceful shove. Irritation flickers across Park’s face and a low growl rumbles in the back of her throat, then she takes a running start and tries again. Momentum on her side, Yoona drives back her larger opponent a step and a half before Ezra slams on the brakes.
The Israeli Powerhouse coils her body like a spring, and once she’s gathered herself, she explodes forward and launches the other wrestler with twice the force as before. Park gets thrown clear off her feet, landing flat on her back before rolling over a shoulder and belly-flopping onto the mat to awed ooh’s and [/i]ahh’s[/i] from the FAWNatics. Yoona needs a couple of seconds to regain her wits, after which she slams a fist into the deck with a loud curse and clambers upright, clearly annoyed at having been physically bested twice already. Nevertheless, the damage seems limited to her pride rather than her body, and soon she’s lunging forward for a third attempt to overpower her foe.
Dayna raises her arms to catch and repel the Korean once more, but this time she’s been had. Yoona stops a step short of making contact and fires a vicious Snap Kick into her unguarded groin, forcing Ezra to double over in blinding pain and driving the oxygen from her lungs. The loud, inelegant moan is still on Dayna’s lips when Yoona quickly traps her head in a Front Facelock and lays out on the mat, driving the crown of her skull into the deck with a brutal DDT, all before Merle even has time to issue a reprimand for the initial low blow.
Park seems to know that the impact has left the Israeli Powerhouse rattled but not out, so without a moment’s delay, she wraps her legs around Ezra’s waist and cinches down on the Front Facelock to expertly transition into a Guillotine Choke.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ci-R7LHIUr4
“Shhhh… relax… relaaaaaaax... just take a nap and we’ll have so much fun...” Yoona coos towards the trapped, thrashing wrestler. “Mmmmm… it’s been forever since I’ve had Fortune 500 pussy. I bet you taste like money.”
If anything, Park’s cajoling seems to have the opposite effect, spurring Ezra to resist more furiously. She claws at the arm around her neck with one hand, and with the other she makes a fist and pounds anything within reach, all the while churning her legs to rock her body back and forth to prevent Yoona from getting a stable base and sinking the hooks in too deep. After a few particularly stiff shots to her floating ribs, Park realizes that she’s not going to get what she wants and decides to switch to a different tactic.
“Tch! Have it your way, asshat!” Yoona hisses, keeping her legs wrapped tight while releasing her headlock in favor of catching Dayna’s left wrist and twisting the limb into a gruesome angle with a Kimura Lock. “Guess I’ll just tap your ass out again!”
KIMURA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pPxepbEsrQ
Finally freed from the Guillotine Choke, Dayna takes a hard-won gulp of air just to surrender it again in a piercing howl when Yoona ratchets up the torque on her elbow and shoulder. Ezra tries to continue punching her way out, only for Park to roll onto her flank to use the mat as a shield and take away any angles for Dayna to cleanly land any blows. Merle recognizes the predicament the Israeli wrestler is in, and a few seconds later he’s kneeling by Dayna’s side asking for her submission.
All he gets is a furious shake of the head and an agonized, defiant roar, but Ezra knows she needs to escape quickly. With a great effort she manages to get her legs underneath her hips, and she begins driving her feet against the canvas to force both herself and her entangled opponent to slide along the mat towards the edge of the ring. Choosing not to reach for a lifeline, Dayna keeps plowing forward, sending them under the bottom rope before they careened off the apron and to the thinly padded cement floor.
Yoona takes the brunt of the four foot fall onto her back, knocking the wind out of her with a sharp wheeze and springing Dayna free. The Israeli Powerhouse promptly rolls free of the jumble of limbs and regains her feet near one of the corner ringposts. She leans against the cold steel for support and rubs her aching shoulder, catching her breath while keeping a wary eye on her opponent.
“You can’t break me!” Ezra shouts as Park crawls to hands and knees. “Not then, not now, NOT EVER!”
Intent on putting that statement to the test, Yoona sprints forward with a snarl and launches into a Flying Knee aimed square at Dayna’s head. She telegraphs her move too soon, however, and Ezra slips out of the way with a heartbeat to spare, and rather than crushing Dayna’s jaw against her knee, Yoona instead crushes her knee against the ringpost.
“AHH! SHIT! SHIT!” Park wails as she lies in a crumpled heap on the ground, clutching her right leg.
Despite the concerned and sympathetic groans from the fans, the ever-stoic Dayna is not so moved as to give her opponent quarter. Looping her arms around the Korean’s waist, the Israeli Powerhouse peels Yoona off the floor with a mighty deadlift, then waddles over to the edge of the ring with her cargo in tow. With a quick burst of effort Dayna flips her foe up into the Powerbomb stall position, then brings Park crashing spine-first onto the ring apron.
APRON POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ss_nOv-SIuY
The pain in her knee immediately forgotten in favor of the pain in her spine, Yoona spasms and arches her back while screeching like a banshee. Somehow she remains on the apron rather than falling to the floor, which makes it all the easier for Ezra to give her a shove and send her rolling back into the legal field of play. Dayna follows by sliding in under the bottom rope, then she presses the advantage by seizing Yoona by the arm and dragging the Korean upright. Knowing that a dangerous foe like the Slim Reaper is best put away as soon as possible, Ezra hauls the flagging Park onto her shoulders in a Torture Rack in preparation for her finishing move.
Yoona still has too much fight left in her though, and she drives a sharp elbow directly into her captor’s temple. The stunning strike forces Dayna to drop her would-be-victim onto the mat, and she staggers away trying to shake off her sudden double-vision. Park recovers just a tiny bit faster, and the moment that the Israeli Powerhouse turns about to reorient herself, Yoona is already there to meet her with a Superman Punch flush to the chops.
Dulled slightly by a gimpy knee, the force of the blow is still enough to knock Dayna backwards into the corner turnbuckles. Discombobulated but still standing, Ezra rebounds off the pads and immediately tries to regain the upper hand by launching herself headfirst into a Spear. Yoona sees it coming, and despite the throbbing protests of her right leg, she manages to leapfrog up and over the incoming human missile to appreciative murmurs from the crowd.
The acrobatic dodge leaves both wrestlers standing back to back for a split second, and then the Slim Reaper’s superior striking instinct takes over. Somehow sensing exactly where her target is, Yoona goes airborne once more, throwing herself backwards while whipping her left leg up over her own head. Her intuition proves prescient as her foot finds Dayna’s skull, delivering a picture perfect Pele Kick for the highlight reel.
PELE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq-3W3bqDdk
After being hit with a third consecutive headshot, Ezra appears to be out on her feet as she staggers for a couple of steps and falls backwards into the corner. By coincidence, her windmilling arms catch on the intersecting ropes and keep her semi-upright, even though her lolling head makes it clear there’s no one home at the moment, leaving her at the mercy of the merciless Reaper.
Her knee and spine feeling much better now that she’d regained control of the match, Yoona casually saunters over to the waylaid Israeli. Satisfied that a couple of hard slaps across the face elicit no more than a soft grumble, Park moves to the humiliation chapter of her playbook. Showing off some of the wiry strength in her frame, Yoona scoops her larger opponent onto her shoulder, and then re-deposits Dayna upside-down onto the corner, hanging from the top turnbuckles by the knees in a perilous Tree of Woe. With her victim in the proper position, Park unties Ezra’s boots and triple knots the laces around the ring ropes, ensuring that no escape is possible.
Knowing that the Slim Reaper is rarely -- if ever -- up to any good, Merle cautiously reminds her, “Yoona, you know you can’t attack her while she’s in the --”
“Get the stick outta your ass, Merle!” Yoona retorts. “I ain’t gonna hurt her…”
Turning her attention back to her strung-up opponent, the notorious nymphomaniac hooks her fingers under the crotch panel of Dayna’s leotard and pulls it to one side, leaving nothing but a thick tangle of pubic hair to cover the Israeli’s undercarriage.
“Not what I expected...” Yoona muses with a singular arched eyebrow as she caresses the dark, curly locks, “...but I like it.”
A pair of fingers inserted into her sanctum sanctorum bring Dayna gasping back into consciousness, her eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets. It takes her a few moments to further clear the cobwebs and fully grasp her situation, and then her whole body flushes hot with rage, shame, and arousal.
“N -- Nuhh… NO!” Ezra croaks, trying as hard as she can to suppress the lustful moan tickling the back of her throat. “D — Don’t you dare — oh! Ohhhhhh…”
“So soon? Must’ve been a long-ass time since anyone’s been down here!” Park chuckles as she rhythmically curls and extends her fingers to stimulate Dayna’s G-spot. “If my fingers have got you all worked up, wait till you feel my -- HEY!”
With the leniency of the rope break stretched to the limit, Merle grabs Yoona around the waist and drags her back to the center of the ring, leaving a trembling Dayna Ezra still hanging upside down in the corner. Park spins free of the referee’s grasp and points a slick, dripping finger in the man’s face, causing the beleaguered official to raise his hands in supplication.
“WHAT THE FUCK, DICKHOLE?!” she shouts. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU I WASN’T GONNA HURT HER!”
“Rules are rules, Yoona. This isn’t the penthouse,” Merle pleads. “I can’t let you just maul her while --”
“Titty-fucking Christ on a stick! You thinking I was MAULING her?!” Park blurts out, equal parts enraged and exasperated. “Goddamn it, no wonder Akiyama decided to bat for the other team after she went on a date with you!”
“Hey, now that’s not fair!” Merle indignantly fires back. “I’ll have you know that I was the perfect gentleman and --”
“‘Perfect gentleman’” my shiny, metal ass!” Yoona snaps. “I bet you didn’t even let her peg you with a -- GAAAHK!”
While her opponent and the referee had been discussing the finer points of courtship, Dayna had freed herself from the Tree of Woe by slipping out of her boots. After taking a moment to readjust her leotard and cool her jets, Ezra sprints forward on bare feet and delivers a wicked Spear right to Yoona’s back. Nearly cut in half by the hellacious impact, Park’s entire body bends over backwards before whiplashing forwards, causing her forehead to smash Merle right between the eyes. The entire stable of FAWN referees -- save for one particular newcomer -- notoriously notable for their glass jaws and feeble constitutions, the man is already unconscious before he hits the mat.
Yoona groans and clutches the small of her back as she writhes in pain. Getting speared in an unconventional way certainly dealt more damage than The Slim Reaper wishes to receive as she struggles to even sit up. Furious with her prior transgression, Dayna is determined to make Yoona regret. The Israeli Powerhouse drags her back to the center of the ring by Yoona’s injured leg and drops her entire bodyweight into Yoona’s knee with a Kneedrop!
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!”” Yoona lets out a blood-curdling scream as their knees meet.
Yoona desperately slaps and punches Dayna as she continues to pin Yoona’s leg by the knee and bends it out of shape!
“You cocky girl! This is what you get!” Dayna snarls as she mounts on the pressure, causing the Korean to screech even louder.
“Scuu—SCREW YO-AHHHH!!!!” Yoona’s cussing cuts off mid-sentence as Dayna LEAAANNS back even further.
As much as Yoona tries to shove her tormentor off, it is Dayna that decides to release the hold. But much to her dismay, as Yoona tried to crawl towards the ropes, Dayna catches her ankle and threads a leg around Yoona’s upper leg. As Yoona pleads “No”, Dayna drops onto her back and fold’s Yoona’s leg over her calf with a Calf Crusher, putting pressure on her injured knee and calf.
“URGHHH!! FUUU----” Yoona screams at the top of her lungs before frantically tapping the canvas.
“Ref’s out! Scream however loud you want, tap however hard you want, but no one’s stopping the match!” the Israeli Powerhouse further emphasizes her predicament with a quick yank of the hold before releasing it completely.
Close to tears, Yoona immediately hugs her knee towards her chest and mewls in pain as Dayna towers over her.
“Get up! You wretched woman!” Dayna snarls as yanks the Korean Nympho to her feet and throws her over a shoulder with a gutwrench lift. The Israeli Powerhouse makes a tour around the ring before slamming her baggage down HARD onto the deck.
RUNNING POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGZkVZf9zfU
Yoona spreads out like a starfish and Dayna hooks her leg up while the referee begins to stir. Merle slowly crawls to the wreckage of Yoona and heavily slaps the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NOO!!!
Yoona barely kicks out of the running powerslam thanks to Merle’s slow count.
“So you chose to do this the hard way,” Dayna coos, to which Yoona softly mumbles, “Fuu*k,,,you..”
The Executive pulls Yoona as she stands up, leaving her in the center of the ring as she dashes for the ropes and returns to deliver a stiff running clothesline when Yoona catches a second wind and ducks under the arm. Dayna follows through to the opposite and bounces back to the centre where Yoona is able to leap into the air with one good leg and sends the Israeli Powerhouse backpedalling into the ropes once more with a Superman Punch!
Arms over the top rope, Dayna shakes the ringing off her head and staggers back to the centre of the ring as Yoona skips towards the ropes and sends Dayna’s tumbling with yet another Superman Punch!
Yoona backrolls onto her feet and stumbles into the ropes, the desperate Yoona tries to seal the match with another Superman Punch when Dayna doubles over and SPEARS Yoona out of nowhere!
“UGGGHHHHHH..FUUUU…” Yoona clutches her stomach as she groans, seemingly having her guts spilled by a devastating spear while Dayna struggles to sit up. Knowing that the spear took much of the fight out of Yoona, Dayna sits up and gives her jaw a much needed message after two clean Superman Punches.
Ezra manages to regain her footing while her foe is still curled up into a ball, so she grabs Park by the hair and hauls the Korean semi-upright as well. She slides her neck under one of Yoona’s arms, then hoists the flagging Reaper onto her powerful shoulders for a punishing Torture Rack.
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSinpR-jABw
The renewed agony in her back brings Yoona shrieking back to lucidity, all four limbs spasming in every which direction. Her striker’s sixth sense soon kicks in, however, and Park delivers a pointed elbow strike to the side of Dayna’s head, followed by another, and then another. The trio of shots to the temple stuns Ezra enough for her grips on Yoona’s thigh and neck to loosen, and the Slim Reaper quickly takes advantage.
Wrapping her legs around one of Dayna’s arms and her arms around the other, Yoona soon has the Israeli Powerhouse trapped in a crucifix even as she herself is held aloft nearly six feet off the canvas. Park takes a sharp inhale of breath, and ignoring the protests of her abused spine, she torques and rolls her body violently to one side to rip Ezra down to the mat with a Crucifix Driver.
CRUCIFIX DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub7S51dWT5g
Dayna takes the brunt of the impact on her shoulders and the back of her neck, and with her arms still trapped in Yoona’s hooks, the referee drops down to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
...before Ezra bicycles her legs and powers out of the pin with half a second to spare.
Rather than argue the count, Park takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring for a quick breather on the outside, shambling along with one hand pressed to her lower back and the other gripping the steel barricade for support as she tries to walk off her various ailments. She gravely miscalculates how long it would take Dayna to recover though, and by the time the gasping crowd alerts her that something is amiss, it’s already too late.
Yoona turns towards the ring just in time to see Dayna flying towards her headfirst through the middle ropes, and she doesn’t even have time to let loose a swear before Ezra’s shoulder slams into her chest and drives her backwards through the steel barricade. The two wrestlers land in a sprawl atop the tipped-over barrier, the Israeli Powerhouse dazed but otherwise unharmed after her Suicide Spear, while her opponent laid in a twisted, twitching heap after being slammed into the unforgiving steel.
Once she regains her bearings, the Executive takes stock of her surroundings. Away from the relative safety of the ring, there were any number of ways she could devastate her foe -- perhaps a steel chair to the head or a Piledriver onto the cement. After a short deliberation, however, Dayna decides that her message would be better sent if she wins cleanly rather than resorting to dirty tricks. Having dominated numerous billion dollar boardrooms in legitimate fashion through skill, cunning, and force of will, Ezra sees no reason she can’t do the same in the squared circle, thus she drags her opponent to ringside and shoves Yoona back into the legal field of play.
Dayna re-enters as well by sliding under the bottom rope, then stalks over to Park to continue the beatdown just as she’s staggering to her feet. This time Yoona is prepared though, and as soon as the other wrestler is arm’s length away, she drops back down to the canvas and threads her calves around Dayna’s ankle to trip the Israeli Powerhouse with a Drop Toe Hold.
Ezra lands on her belly with a hard grunt, and before she can scramble clear, Park is already latched onto her like a bear trap. With her opponent’s leg scissored between her own, Yoona loops an arm around the ankle to trap the limb in place and begins to unscrew Dayna’s foot with a Grapevine Ankle Lock.
GRAPEVINE ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AIF_t3m3lA
The Israeli Powerhouse screams bloody murder, the sinews in her bare foot already twisted and stretched to the breaking point without the usual reinforcement and protective support of her boot. Her flattened, quivering hand hovers a few inches above the mat, and for a moment it seems Dayna might snatch defeat from the jaws of victory and succumb to a flash submission.
“SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER!” Yoona cackles in victory, though again it seems her taunting only bolsters her opponent’s resolve as Ezra’s outstretched hand curls into a fist and slams defiantly into the mat.
“NO!” Dayna roars to stop Merle from calling for the bell, even as her face turns red from the strain and the veins in her neck pop out like cords.
When a few more seconds of pressure don’t yield the desired result, Yoona grows impatient. Still torquing her opponent’s foot, Park unhooks one of her legs from the grapevine and starts repeatedly driving her bony heel into the Executive’s exposed undercarriage.
“TAP! OUT! NOW! YOU! DUMB! FUCK!” the Slim Reaper screams in rage, each word emphatically punctuated by a vicious kick to the groin and tailbone, drawing anguished yelps with every blow but nevertheless failing to earn a submission from her stubborn foe.
“Alright, that’s it!” Merle shouts. “No more low blows! Break it up, Yoona! Break it up!”
With Yoona still not relenting on her not-quite-kosher tactics, the referee starts his five-count towards disqualification. Park finally releases the hold at “FOUR” and clambers to her feet to get in the official’s face, leaving a groaning Ezra on the mat to nurse a sprained ankle and a pulverized crotch.
“Twice! That’s twice now you’ve cock-blocked me, you smooth-brained turd-burglar!” Yoona seethes as she jabs an accusing finger into the referee’s chest. “Since when was it against the rules to kick a bitch in her hairy cunt anyway, huh?!”
“S-Since always…” Merle insists. “If you refer to Section 47, Article 27-B of the FAWN Referee Guide it clearly states that -- MMPFF!”
Tired of the man’s prattling already, the Slim Reaper grabs his face in one hand and rudely shoves him away with a stiff-arm, then she turns her attention back to her opponent. Spinning about on a dime, Yoona takes one great stride and whips her right leg forward, delivering a savage Punt Kick to the side of Dayna’s head just as the Israeli is crawling to hands and knees.
PUNT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdzdfeD8ovg
“Oh, quit looking at me like that, Merle!” Park snaps when she catches the referee giving her the stink-eye. “Section 71, Article 117-F, Amendment 10.1.4 says that was perfectly legal!”
His stern glare melting away into befuddlement, Merle can only think to ask, “...you’ve read the FAWN Referee Guide...?”
“Fuck no! I watched the Netflix adaptation!” Yoona chortles, leaving the official even more baffled.
Paying no further attention to the man in the stripes, the Slim Reaper saunters to her latest victim, now sprawled out on the mat and facing the ceiling. Yoona steps on Dayna’s bad ankle and grinds her heel into the abused joint, drawing out a semi-conscious groan of pain from the waylaid wrestler. Park snares Ezra’s other foot in both hands and stands upright, spreading the other woman’s legs into a wide, lopsided V and stretching her groin muscles, eliciting another groan.
Yoona gently prods and probes the sole of Dayna’s foot with her thumbs, quickly finding the delicate nerve clusters that would surely yield a screaming submission when attacked with her Footsie pressure point finisher. Just as she’s preparing to drill into those targets, however, something else catches her attention.
“...speaking of hairy cunts…” Park mutters to no one in particular, eyes falling upon the Israeli’s thinly covered crotch between her parted legs.
Suddenly fraught with indecision, Yoona stands frozen in place, save for chewing on her bottom lip as she mentally tallies her options. Victory is quite literally in her hands, but with victory comes the end of the match, and with the end of the match comes the security team to drag her away before she can indulge herself in the spoils of war. Out of the corner of her eye, Park can already see the men in black edging their way through the crowd towards the barricade, ready to rush in at the referee’s signal.
Another moment or two, and Yoona’s libido overrules her good sense. The thought of the touch, and the taste, and the scent of Dayna’s womanhood is too enticing for her nymphomania to resist, and she quickly abandons the bird in her hand for the kitty in the bush.
Releasing her hold, Park hauls the still-dazed Ezra upright, and with a grunt of effort, she scoops the larger wrestler up onto her shoulder. Teetering and tottering for a moment due to the earlier damage to her knee, Yoona ultimately finds a steady base and allows the other woman to slide down her front before cinching her arms around the Executive’s waist to lock in the Tombstone position.
Longtime fans in Park Place know exactly what the Slim Reaper’s up to, and they voice their encouragement by chanting, “EAT THE RICH! EAT THE RICH! EAT THE RICH!”
Looking out into the crowd from between her opponent’s thighs, Yoona acknowledges her supporters with a wink and a smirk, then she deftly peels away the crotch panel of Dayna’s leotard with her teeth and dives in face-first. The effect of Park’s ministrations are immediate, Ezra’s body stiffens as if she’d just touched a live wire, up-ended legs suddenly becoming ramrod straight and her toes tightly clenching to the uproarious delight of the audience.
Once the initial shock and awe fades, however, Dayna quickly regains her wits. Even as her iron will starts to melt under the waves and waves of white-hot heat emanating from her core, Ezra’s mind commands her body to resist in any way that it can, thrashing her arms and legs wildy and trying to throw around her bodyweight in order to break free of Park’s grasps.
For her part, Yoona countersteers as best she can to preserve the precarious balance, matching zig with zag in a bizarre dance to maintain equilibrium. Under most circumstances the ex-ballerina could have kept it up indefinitely, but the damage from multiple impacts to her spine proves to be her undoing. As she struggles against Dayna’s wild, erratic flailing, the battered muscles in her back suddenly cramp and seize.
“HNNGGHHH...!” Park groans, her pained cry muffled by Ezra’s crotch as she topples over backwards with her foe still in her grasps.
As the pair go horizontal, Dayna has the wherewithal to extend her legs and her toes find purchase against the canvas. Now with leverage on her side, the Executive ignores the throbbing protests of her foot and straightens her waist to lift Yoona into the air, completing a 180 reversal of their position from a couple of seconds ago. Just a heartbeat later, Dayna’s ankle gives out and she drops to her knees, spiking the crown of Yoona’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE REVERSAL (@0:13):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmq-ievrYXM
A sympathetic OOH rings out from the crowd, and an exhausted Dayna lays forward on top of her splattered foe for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
...before Yoona gets a shoulder up, perhaps aided by the lack of a real pin from Ezra.
The Executive holds up three fingers, and when the referee responds with only two, she lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls to the side, sitting with her knees drawn to her chest as she rearranges her bottoms to preserve what’s left of her modesty. Wardrobe malfunction addressed, she rises to one knee and grabs a handful of Yoona’s hair.
“You are as stubborn as you are uncouth,” Dayna hisses. “You’ll PAY for what you did to me!”
Hobbling upright and dragging the other wrestler along, Ezra hoists her foe onto her shoulders for another go at a Torture Rack. Having learned her lesson from her earlier attempt, Dayna snatches one of Yoona’s wrists and pulls that arm across Yoona’s throat, making Park’s earlier escape impossible.
CROSS-ARM TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpMENd7hSd4
The Israeli Powerhouse drops to one knee to take weight off her ankle, and with her hold still secured she pulls down hard on Yoona’s wrist and knee to bend the ex-ballerina into a semi-circle. Having already suffered a tremendous amount of abuse to her core and back from Dayna’s devastating Spears, Park only manages to put up a token resistance for about a dozen seconds before the searing pain exceeds her tolerance.
“Ssssubmit… submiiiiiit....” Yoona croaks while she’s being strangled by her own arm, her free hand weakly waving back and forth trying to find something on which to tap out.
Merle immediately signals for the bell, and a moment later the announcer makes the official proclamation.
“YOU WINNER, BY SUBMISSION, DAYNAAAAA EZZZZRRRAAAAA!”
Unfortunately for Park, however, her opponent seems to have no intention of releasing despite the security team closing in on the ring.
“You’ve won, Dayna! Put her down!” the referee commands.
“Put her down?!” the Executive asks, her voice incredulous with rage. “She humiliated me, and you want me to put her down?”
“I’ll reverse the decision!” Merle warns, trying to sound as authoritative as he can. “I don’t want to, but so help me God, if you don’t put her down I’ll --”
“FINE!” Dayna roars as her anger erupts.
Powered by sheer fury and her one good leg, Ezra springs up from her crouch with Park still strapped across her shoulders. At the peak of her ascent she dips her shoulders to one side, driving Yoona’s head straight into the mat on the way down with a Burning Hammer.
BURNING HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZe8shIrT58
“JESUS CHRIST!” Merle exclaims as he rushes over to the splattered remains of the Slim Reaper. “WHAT DID YOU--”
“I put her down,” Dayna flatly replies, her trademark cool returning after Yoona had pushed her to redline.
“Once you have tended to your charge, please have someone retrieve my footwear,” she adds, nodding towards the corner where her boots are still tied to the turnbuckle as she gingerly steps out of the ring. “I want them cleaned, polished, and delivered to me within the hour. In the meantime, I will be having a shower… a COLD shower...”
The evening’s tasks delegated, Dayna limps her way backstage, a subtle smile gracing her features as she listens to the crowd’s applause.
“Ms. Ezra, we’ve arrived,” the driver announces as he pulls into the specially reserved parking spot.
After a few seconds without acknowledgment, the man repeats, “Ms. Ezra…?”
DAYNA EZRA
A quick look into the rearview mirror confirms what he’d suspected, the woman in question dozing quietly in those custom-fitted leather seats with her head leaned against the tinted window to the side. A whirlwind flurry of aggressive business dealings to acquire and liquidate her nearest competitors had sent Dayna Ezra jet-setting around the globe, and after catching the red-eye flight back to Central Florida just a couple of hours ago, the travel-weary executive takes the opportunity indulge in a power nap before the start of her work day.
Her reprieve is short-lived, however, as she’s soon startled awake by the intrusive *BZZT BZZT BZZT* of her phone.
“Jeeves, what time is it?” Dayna groggily mumbles, removing her glasses to rub at bleary eyes.
*BZZT BZZT BZZT*
“Seven A.M. sharp, Ms. Ezra.”
*BZZT BZZT BZZT*
Ezra glances down at her screen and frowns when she sees it’s an incoming call from a phone number she doesn’t recognize. Experience tells her that she’s being served yet another antitrust injunction, something with which she and her conglomerate have become intimately familiar in recent years. Her hopes for an uneventful morning dashed, Dayna sighs heavily and exits her vehicle, slamming the door behind her.
She clears her throat, and answers the phone with an imperious, commanding, “Speak.”
“What did the five fingers say to the face?”
Dayna’s eyes widen in alarm as she immediately recognizes the voice on the other end of the call, but alas it’s already too late. She whips her head around just in time to see a figure sprint out from behind her car, and she can’t quite get her guard up before a Superman Punch smashes her in the jaw and sends her tumbling to the asphalt.
YOONA PARK
“You’re a hard woman to get a hold of,” Yoona Park sneers as she flippantly tosses her burner phone over one shoulder and cracks the knuckles on her punching hand. “Was waiting a long-ass time to get my hands on you, but you were always off swallowing cock in one shithole or another…”
Ezra scrambles upright looking to mount a counterattack, but unfortunately she’s dressed for the boardroom rather than a street fight. One of her stiletto heels snaps and causes her to stumble right as she tries to charge forward, and that brief window of opportunity is all Park needs to whip a hellacious Roundhouse Kick into her temple to send her head smashing into the driver’s side window.
“OH! GOOD HEAVENS!” Jeeves yelps in alarm when the tempered glass shatters, and recognizing that the current conflict is well above his pay grade, the man scrambles over the center console and out the passenger door before running for cover in the nearest building.
Abandoned by her valet, a punch-drunk Dayna desperately tries to shake off her double-vision and fight back. She pushes herself away from her car and comes swinging with a wild, looping Haymaker, though Yoona ducks under the blow with relative ease. Park drives forward and wraps both arms around Ezra’s haunches, then lifts the larger woman into the air for a brief moment before slamming her back down with a Spinebuster onto the hood of the Mercedes.
“Just as much of a bitch-ass scrub as I remembered,” Yoona snorts, her grimacing, writhing victim unable to offer much of a rejoinder. “No wonder you fucked off until beach-fight season was over.”
Shimmying out of her yoga leggings and underwear, Park adds, “Lemme give you a taste of what you missed.”
Without further ado, Yoona climbs onto the hood as well, kneeling over Dayna’s face and pinning the other woman’s arms underneath her folded shins. Grabbing two handfuls of hair for further leverage, Park rocks her hips back and forth to grind her bare genitals across the beleaguered executive’s nose and lips as Ezra kicks and thrashes in a futile attempt to dislodge the lusty Korean. Indeed her rival’s distress only seems to further stoke Yoona’s fires, burning hotter and hotter until she’s on the crest of a massive climax.
“Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh YES!” Yoona throws her head back and moans as her wild ride shifts into top gear. “Eat that pussy! Eat that pussy! Eat that -- HEY WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Park’s eyes roll so far back in her head that she never sees the security guards approaching. Summoned by Dayna’s ever-dutiful chauffeur, a half dozen burly men rush forward and grab Yoona by the arms to peel her away from the glazed and dazed Israeli. Once he’s sure the danger has passed, Jeeves helps his employer to her feet, allowing her to loop an arm around his shoulders for support.
“Oh! What a fiendish woman! Ms. Ezra, are you--”
“G-Get me… a line… Bethany Christian…” Dayna coughs and sputters before she draws her forearm across her facein an attempt to wipe the taste out of her mouth. “...and get me my wrestling gear.”
*******************************
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea -- coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds -- she is the Slim Reaper… Yoona PAAARRRK!”
Long absent from the squared circle in favor of plying her tawdry trade on the beach and penthouse circuits, Yoona Park reappears in the FAWN Arena for the first time in months, much to the delight of her fans in Park Place. She strides to the ring accompanied by the heavy strings of her orchestral entrance theme, confident and cocksure in tonight’s grudge match against a woman she had beaten and humiliated years ago.
PACIFIC RIM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvrR2Lbfl_s
While her elbow length gloves and legguards remain unchanged, Yoona has swapped her bustier one-piece in favor of a much skimpier two piece -- a black and gold bandeau up top paired a high-cut, strappy pair bottoms in a matching color scheme. Judging from the lustful cheers and whistles coming from the stands, the assembled fans greatly appreciate the expanded view of Park’s toned body.
The lopsided grin fades from Yoona’s face, however, when she’s met by the official for a gear check as soon as she slides into the ring.
“Fucking hell, I specifically asked for the hot referee!” Park grouses as she petulantly stomps her bare foot into the canvas.
“Am… am I n -- not…?” Merle starts to stammer before he trails off when Yoona gives him a stoic, withering glare.
Mercifully for the referee, the PA system crackles to life and interrupts the awkward scene before Park can further skewer his ego.
“Introducing her opponent, from Tel Aviv, Israel – standing at five foot ten and one hundred and forty pounds – she is the Israeli Powerhouse, Dayna ERRRZAAAA”
YOUR GOD IS DEAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168
Dayna’s music oozes out of the speakers as the statuesque figure steps out of the curtains – this time, without any assistant. She enters the arena, fully clad in her ring gear – a gem-decorated black turtleneck one piece white knee pads and gold boots. She acknowledges the crowd with a faint smile as she marches down the same ramp after a long hiatus. Coming before the ring, the cool executive makes eye contact with Yoona as she shuffles to the ring steps. She ascends and steps through the ropes, raising her arm in a ‘T’ for an official check while maintain eye contact with Yoona.
“Alright, you’re good.” Merle comments and sends Dayna back into her corner.
DING!
As soon as the bell sounds, the pair of wrestlers make a beeline for the center of the ring and collide in an Elbow and Collar Lockup. The stalemate lasts for but a moment, then Dayna’s size and strength win out and she sends Yoona stumbling backwards with a forceful shove. Irritation flickers across Park’s face and a low growl rumbles in the back of her throat, then she takes a running start and tries again. Momentum on her side, Yoona drives back her larger opponent a step and a half before Ezra slams on the brakes.
The Israeli Powerhouse coils her body like a spring, and once she’s gathered herself, she explodes forward and launches the other wrestler with twice the force as before. Park gets thrown clear off her feet, landing flat on her back before rolling over a shoulder and belly-flopping onto the mat to awed ooh’s and [/i]ahh’s[/i] from the FAWNatics. Yoona needs a couple of seconds to regain her wits, after which she slams a fist into the deck with a loud curse and clambers upright, clearly annoyed at having been physically bested twice already. Nevertheless, the damage seems limited to her pride rather than her body, and soon she’s lunging forward for a third attempt to overpower her foe.
Dayna raises her arms to catch and repel the Korean once more, but this time she’s been had. Yoona stops a step short of making contact and fires a vicious Snap Kick into her unguarded groin, forcing Ezra to double over in blinding pain and driving the oxygen from her lungs. The loud, inelegant moan is still on Dayna’s lips when Yoona quickly traps her head in a Front Facelock and lays out on the mat, driving the crown of her skull into the deck with a brutal DDT, all before Merle even has time to issue a reprimand for the initial low blow.
Park seems to know that the impact has left the Israeli Powerhouse rattled but not out, so without a moment’s delay, she wraps her legs around Ezra’s waist and cinches down on the Front Facelock to expertly transition into a Guillotine Choke.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ci-R7LHIUr4
“Shhhh… relax… relaaaaaaax... just take a nap and we’ll have so much fun...” Yoona coos towards the trapped, thrashing wrestler. “Mmmmm… it’s been forever since I’ve had Fortune 500 pussy. I bet you taste like money.”
If anything, Park’s cajoling seems to have the opposite effect, spurring Ezra to resist more furiously. She claws at the arm around her neck with one hand, and with the other she makes a fist and pounds anything within reach, all the while churning her legs to rock her body back and forth to prevent Yoona from getting a stable base and sinking the hooks in too deep. After a few particularly stiff shots to her floating ribs, Park realizes that she’s not going to get what she wants and decides to switch to a different tactic.
“Tch! Have it your way, asshat!” Yoona hisses, keeping her legs wrapped tight while releasing her headlock in favor of catching Dayna’s left wrist and twisting the limb into a gruesome angle with a Kimura Lock. “Guess I’ll just tap your ass out again!”
KIMURA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pPxepbEsrQ
Finally freed from the Guillotine Choke, Dayna takes a hard-won gulp of air just to surrender it again in a piercing howl when Yoona ratchets up the torque on her elbow and shoulder. Ezra tries to continue punching her way out, only for Park to roll onto her flank to use the mat as a shield and take away any angles for Dayna to cleanly land any blows. Merle recognizes the predicament the Israeli wrestler is in, and a few seconds later he’s kneeling by Dayna’s side asking for her submission.
All he gets is a furious shake of the head and an agonized, defiant roar, but Ezra knows she needs to escape quickly. With a great effort she manages to get her legs underneath her hips, and she begins driving her feet against the canvas to force both herself and her entangled opponent to slide along the mat towards the edge of the ring. Choosing not to reach for a lifeline, Dayna keeps plowing forward, sending them under the bottom rope before they careened off the apron and to the thinly padded cement floor.
Yoona takes the brunt of the four foot fall onto her back, knocking the wind out of her with a sharp wheeze and springing Dayna free. The Israeli Powerhouse promptly rolls free of the jumble of limbs and regains her feet near one of the corner ringposts. She leans against the cold steel for support and rubs her aching shoulder, catching her breath while keeping a wary eye on her opponent.
“You can’t break me!” Ezra shouts as Park crawls to hands and knees. “Not then, not now, NOT EVER!”
Intent on putting that statement to the test, Yoona sprints forward with a snarl and launches into a Flying Knee aimed square at Dayna’s head. She telegraphs her move too soon, however, and Ezra slips out of the way with a heartbeat to spare, and rather than crushing Dayna’s jaw against her knee, Yoona instead crushes her knee against the ringpost.
“AHH! SHIT! SHIT!” Park wails as she lies in a crumpled heap on the ground, clutching her right leg.
Despite the concerned and sympathetic groans from the fans, the ever-stoic Dayna is not so moved as to give her opponent quarter. Looping her arms around the Korean’s waist, the Israeli Powerhouse peels Yoona off the floor with a mighty deadlift, then waddles over to the edge of the ring with her cargo in tow. With a quick burst of effort Dayna flips her foe up into the Powerbomb stall position, then brings Park crashing spine-first onto the ring apron.
APRON POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ss_nOv-SIuY
The pain in her knee immediately forgotten in favor of the pain in her spine, Yoona spasms and arches her back while screeching like a banshee. Somehow she remains on the apron rather than falling to the floor, which makes it all the easier for Ezra to give her a shove and send her rolling back into the legal field of play. Dayna follows by sliding in under the bottom rope, then she presses the advantage by seizing Yoona by the arm and dragging the Korean upright. Knowing that a dangerous foe like the Slim Reaper is best put away as soon as possible, Ezra hauls the flagging Park onto her shoulders in a Torture Rack in preparation for her finishing move.
Yoona still has too much fight left in her though, and she drives a sharp elbow directly into her captor’s temple. The stunning strike forces Dayna to drop her would-be-victim onto the mat, and she staggers away trying to shake off her sudden double-vision. Park recovers just a tiny bit faster, and the moment that the Israeli Powerhouse turns about to reorient herself, Yoona is already there to meet her with a Superman Punch flush to the chops.
Dulled slightly by a gimpy knee, the force of the blow is still enough to knock Dayna backwards into the corner turnbuckles. Discombobulated but still standing, Ezra rebounds off the pads and immediately tries to regain the upper hand by launching herself headfirst into a Spear. Yoona sees it coming, and despite the throbbing protests of her right leg, she manages to leapfrog up and over the incoming human missile to appreciative murmurs from the crowd.
The acrobatic dodge leaves both wrestlers standing back to back for a split second, and then the Slim Reaper’s superior striking instinct takes over. Somehow sensing exactly where her target is, Yoona goes airborne once more, throwing herself backwards while whipping her left leg up over her own head. Her intuition proves prescient as her foot finds Dayna’s skull, delivering a picture perfect Pele Kick for the highlight reel.
PELE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq-3W3bqDdk
After being hit with a third consecutive headshot, Ezra appears to be out on her feet as she staggers for a couple of steps and falls backwards into the corner. By coincidence, her windmilling arms catch on the intersecting ropes and keep her semi-upright, even though her lolling head makes it clear there’s no one home at the moment, leaving her at the mercy of the merciless Reaper.
Her knee and spine feeling much better now that she’d regained control of the match, Yoona casually saunters over to the waylaid Israeli. Satisfied that a couple of hard slaps across the face elicit no more than a soft grumble, Park moves to the humiliation chapter of her playbook. Showing off some of the wiry strength in her frame, Yoona scoops her larger opponent onto her shoulder, and then re-deposits Dayna upside-down onto the corner, hanging from the top turnbuckles by the knees in a perilous Tree of Woe. With her victim in the proper position, Park unties Ezra’s boots and triple knots the laces around the ring ropes, ensuring that no escape is possible.
Knowing that the Slim Reaper is rarely -- if ever -- up to any good, Merle cautiously reminds her, “Yoona, you know you can’t attack her while she’s in the --”
“Get the stick outta your ass, Merle!” Yoona retorts. “I ain’t gonna hurt her…”
Turning her attention back to her strung-up opponent, the notorious nymphomaniac hooks her fingers under the crotch panel of Dayna’s leotard and pulls it to one side, leaving nothing but a thick tangle of pubic hair to cover the Israeli’s undercarriage.
“Not what I expected...” Yoona muses with a singular arched eyebrow as she caresses the dark, curly locks, “...but I like it.”
A pair of fingers inserted into her sanctum sanctorum bring Dayna gasping back into consciousness, her eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets. It takes her a few moments to further clear the cobwebs and fully grasp her situation, and then her whole body flushes hot with rage, shame, and arousal.
“N -- Nuhh… NO!” Ezra croaks, trying as hard as she can to suppress the lustful moan tickling the back of her throat. “D — Don’t you dare — oh! Ohhhhhh…”
“So soon? Must’ve been a long-ass time since anyone’s been down here!” Park chuckles as she rhythmically curls and extends her fingers to stimulate Dayna’s G-spot. “If my fingers have got you all worked up, wait till you feel my -- HEY!”
With the leniency of the rope break stretched to the limit, Merle grabs Yoona around the waist and drags her back to the center of the ring, leaving a trembling Dayna Ezra still hanging upside down in the corner. Park spins free of the referee’s grasp and points a slick, dripping finger in the man’s face, causing the beleaguered official to raise his hands in supplication.
“WHAT THE FUCK, DICKHOLE?!” she shouts. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU I WASN’T GONNA HURT HER!”
“Rules are rules, Yoona. This isn’t the penthouse,” Merle pleads. “I can’t let you just maul her while --”
“Titty-fucking Christ on a stick! You thinking I was MAULING her?!” Park blurts out, equal parts enraged and exasperated. “Goddamn it, no wonder Akiyama decided to bat for the other team after she went on a date with you!”
“Hey, now that’s not fair!” Merle indignantly fires back. “I’ll have you know that I was the perfect gentleman and --”
“‘Perfect gentleman’” my shiny, metal ass!” Yoona snaps. “I bet you didn’t even let her peg you with a -- GAAAHK!”
While her opponent and the referee had been discussing the finer points of courtship, Dayna had freed herself from the Tree of Woe by slipping out of her boots. After taking a moment to readjust her leotard and cool her jets, Ezra sprints forward on bare feet and delivers a wicked Spear right to Yoona’s back. Nearly cut in half by the hellacious impact, Park’s entire body bends over backwards before whiplashing forwards, causing her forehead to smash Merle right between the eyes. The entire stable of FAWN referees -- save for one particular newcomer -- notoriously notable for their glass jaws and feeble constitutions, the man is already unconscious before he hits the mat.
Yoona groans and clutches the small of her back as she writhes in pain. Getting speared in an unconventional way certainly dealt more damage than The Slim Reaper wishes to receive as she struggles to even sit up. Furious with her prior transgression, Dayna is determined to make Yoona regret. The Israeli Powerhouse drags her back to the center of the ring by Yoona’s injured leg and drops her entire bodyweight into Yoona’s knee with a Kneedrop!
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!”” Yoona lets out a blood-curdling scream as their knees meet.
Yoona desperately slaps and punches Dayna as she continues to pin Yoona’s leg by the knee and bends it out of shape!
“You cocky girl! This is what you get!” Dayna snarls as she mounts on the pressure, causing the Korean to screech even louder.
“Scuu—SCREW YO-AHHHH!!!!” Yoona’s cussing cuts off mid-sentence as Dayna LEAAANNS back even further.
As much as Yoona tries to shove her tormentor off, it is Dayna that decides to release the hold. But much to her dismay, as Yoona tried to crawl towards the ropes, Dayna catches her ankle and threads a leg around Yoona’s upper leg. As Yoona pleads “No”, Dayna drops onto her back and fold’s Yoona’s leg over her calf with a Calf Crusher, putting pressure on her injured knee and calf.
“URGHHH!! FUUU----” Yoona screams at the top of her lungs before frantically tapping the canvas.
“Ref’s out! Scream however loud you want, tap however hard you want, but no one’s stopping the match!” the Israeli Powerhouse further emphasizes her predicament with a quick yank of the hold before releasing it completely.
Close to tears, Yoona immediately hugs her knee towards her chest and mewls in pain as Dayna towers over her.
“Get up! You wretched woman!” Dayna snarls as yanks the Korean Nympho to her feet and throws her over a shoulder with a gutwrench lift. The Israeli Powerhouse makes a tour around the ring before slamming her baggage down HARD onto the deck.
RUNNING POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGZkVZf9zfU
Yoona spreads out like a starfish and Dayna hooks her leg up while the referee begins to stir. Merle slowly crawls to the wreckage of Yoona and heavily slaps the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-NOO!!!
Yoona barely kicks out of the running powerslam thanks to Merle’s slow count.
“So you chose to do this the hard way,” Dayna coos, to which Yoona softly mumbles, “Fuu*k,,,you..”
The Executive pulls Yoona as she stands up, leaving her in the center of the ring as she dashes for the ropes and returns to deliver a stiff running clothesline when Yoona catches a second wind and ducks under the arm. Dayna follows through to the opposite and bounces back to the centre where Yoona is able to leap into the air with one good leg and sends the Israeli Powerhouse backpedalling into the ropes once more with a Superman Punch!
Arms over the top rope, Dayna shakes the ringing off her head and staggers back to the centre of the ring as Yoona skips towards the ropes and sends Dayna’s tumbling with yet another Superman Punch!
Yoona backrolls onto her feet and stumbles into the ropes, the desperate Yoona tries to seal the match with another Superman Punch when Dayna doubles over and SPEARS Yoona out of nowhere!
“UGGGHHHHHH..FUUUU…” Yoona clutches her stomach as she groans, seemingly having her guts spilled by a devastating spear while Dayna struggles to sit up. Knowing that the spear took much of the fight out of Yoona, Dayna sits up and gives her jaw a much needed message after two clean Superman Punches.
Ezra manages to regain her footing while her foe is still curled up into a ball, so she grabs Park by the hair and hauls the Korean semi-upright as well. She slides her neck under one of Yoona’s arms, then hoists the flagging Reaper onto her powerful shoulders for a punishing Torture Rack.
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSinpR-jABw
The renewed agony in her back brings Yoona shrieking back to lucidity, all four limbs spasming in every which direction. Her striker’s sixth sense soon kicks in, however, and Park delivers a pointed elbow strike to the side of Dayna’s head, followed by another, and then another. The trio of shots to the temple stuns Ezra enough for her grips on Yoona’s thigh and neck to loosen, and the Slim Reaper quickly takes advantage.
Wrapping her legs around one of Dayna’s arms and her arms around the other, Yoona soon has the Israeli Powerhouse trapped in a crucifix even as she herself is held aloft nearly six feet off the canvas. Park takes a sharp inhale of breath, and ignoring the protests of her abused spine, she torques and rolls her body violently to one side to rip Ezra down to the mat with a Crucifix Driver.
CRUCIFIX DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ub7S51dWT5g
Dayna takes the brunt of the impact on her shoulders and the back of her neck, and with her arms still trapped in Yoona’s hooks, the referee drops down to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
...before Ezra bicycles her legs and powers out of the pin with half a second to spare.
Rather than argue the count, Park takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring for a quick breather on the outside, shambling along with one hand pressed to her lower back and the other gripping the steel barricade for support as she tries to walk off her various ailments. She gravely miscalculates how long it would take Dayna to recover though, and by the time the gasping crowd alerts her that something is amiss, it’s already too late.
Yoona turns towards the ring just in time to see Dayna flying towards her headfirst through the middle ropes, and she doesn’t even have time to let loose a swear before Ezra’s shoulder slams into her chest and drives her backwards through the steel barricade. The two wrestlers land in a sprawl atop the tipped-over barrier, the Israeli Powerhouse dazed but otherwise unharmed after her Suicide Spear, while her opponent laid in a twisted, twitching heap after being slammed into the unforgiving steel.
Once she regains her bearings, the Executive takes stock of her surroundings. Away from the relative safety of the ring, there were any number of ways she could devastate her foe -- perhaps a steel chair to the head or a Piledriver onto the cement. After a short deliberation, however, Dayna decides that her message would be better sent if she wins cleanly rather than resorting to dirty tricks. Having dominated numerous billion dollar boardrooms in legitimate fashion through skill, cunning, and force of will, Ezra sees no reason she can’t do the same in the squared circle, thus she drags her opponent to ringside and shoves Yoona back into the legal field of play.
Dayna re-enters as well by sliding under the bottom rope, then stalks over to Park to continue the beatdown just as she’s staggering to her feet. This time Yoona is prepared though, and as soon as the other wrestler is arm’s length away, she drops back down to the canvas and threads her calves around Dayna’s ankle to trip the Israeli Powerhouse with a Drop Toe Hold.
Ezra lands on her belly with a hard grunt, and before she can scramble clear, Park is already latched onto her like a bear trap. With her opponent’s leg scissored between her own, Yoona loops an arm around the ankle to trap the limb in place and begins to unscrew Dayna’s foot with a Grapevine Ankle Lock.
GRAPEVINE ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AIF_t3m3lA
The Israeli Powerhouse screams bloody murder, the sinews in her bare foot already twisted and stretched to the breaking point without the usual reinforcement and protective support of her boot. Her flattened, quivering hand hovers a few inches above the mat, and for a moment it seems Dayna might snatch defeat from the jaws of victory and succumb to a flash submission.
“SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER!” Yoona cackles in victory, though again it seems her taunting only bolsters her opponent’s resolve as Ezra’s outstretched hand curls into a fist and slams defiantly into the mat.
“NO!” Dayna roars to stop Merle from calling for the bell, even as her face turns red from the strain and the veins in her neck pop out like cords.
When a few more seconds of pressure don’t yield the desired result, Yoona grows impatient. Still torquing her opponent’s foot, Park unhooks one of her legs from the grapevine and starts repeatedly driving her bony heel into the Executive’s exposed undercarriage.
“TAP! OUT! NOW! YOU! DUMB! FUCK!” the Slim Reaper screams in rage, each word emphatically punctuated by a vicious kick to the groin and tailbone, drawing anguished yelps with every blow but nevertheless failing to earn a submission from her stubborn foe.
“Alright, that’s it!” Merle shouts. “No more low blows! Break it up, Yoona! Break it up!”
With Yoona still not relenting on her not-quite-kosher tactics, the referee starts his five-count towards disqualification. Park finally releases the hold at “FOUR” and clambers to her feet to get in the official’s face, leaving a groaning Ezra on the mat to nurse a sprained ankle and a pulverized crotch.
“Twice! That’s twice now you’ve cock-blocked me, you smooth-brained turd-burglar!” Yoona seethes as she jabs an accusing finger into the referee’s chest. “Since when was it against the rules to kick a bitch in her hairy cunt anyway, huh?!”
“S-Since always…” Merle insists. “If you refer to Section 47, Article 27-B of the FAWN Referee Guide it clearly states that -- MMPFF!”
Tired of the man’s prattling already, the Slim Reaper grabs his face in one hand and rudely shoves him away with a stiff-arm, then she turns her attention back to her opponent. Spinning about on a dime, Yoona takes one great stride and whips her right leg forward, delivering a savage Punt Kick to the side of Dayna’s head just as the Israeli is crawling to hands and knees.
PUNT KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdzdfeD8ovg
“Oh, quit looking at me like that, Merle!” Park snaps when she catches the referee giving her the stink-eye. “Section 71, Article 117-F, Amendment 10.1.4 says that was perfectly legal!”
His stern glare melting away into befuddlement, Merle can only think to ask, “...you’ve read the FAWN Referee Guide...?”
“Fuck no! I watched the Netflix adaptation!” Yoona chortles, leaving the official even more baffled.
Paying no further attention to the man in the stripes, the Slim Reaper saunters to her latest victim, now sprawled out on the mat and facing the ceiling. Yoona steps on Dayna’s bad ankle and grinds her heel into the abused joint, drawing out a semi-conscious groan of pain from the waylaid wrestler. Park snares Ezra’s other foot in both hands and stands upright, spreading the other woman’s legs into a wide, lopsided V and stretching her groin muscles, eliciting another groan.
Yoona gently prods and probes the sole of Dayna’s foot with her thumbs, quickly finding the delicate nerve clusters that would surely yield a screaming submission when attacked with her Footsie pressure point finisher. Just as she’s preparing to drill into those targets, however, something else catches her attention.
“...speaking of hairy cunts…” Park mutters to no one in particular, eyes falling upon the Israeli’s thinly covered crotch between her parted legs.
Suddenly fraught with indecision, Yoona stands frozen in place, save for chewing on her bottom lip as she mentally tallies her options. Victory is quite literally in her hands, but with victory comes the end of the match, and with the end of the match comes the security team to drag her away before she can indulge herself in the spoils of war. Out of the corner of her eye, Park can already see the men in black edging their way through the crowd towards the barricade, ready to rush in at the referee’s signal.
Another moment or two, and Yoona’s libido overrules her good sense. The thought of the touch, and the taste, and the scent of Dayna’s womanhood is too enticing for her nymphomania to resist, and she quickly abandons the bird in her hand for the kitty in the bush.
Releasing her hold, Park hauls the still-dazed Ezra upright, and with a grunt of effort, she scoops the larger wrestler up onto her shoulder. Teetering and tottering for a moment due to the earlier damage to her knee, Yoona ultimately finds a steady base and allows the other woman to slide down her front before cinching her arms around the Executive’s waist to lock in the Tombstone position.
Longtime fans in Park Place know exactly what the Slim Reaper’s up to, and they voice their encouragement by chanting, “EAT THE RICH! EAT THE RICH! EAT THE RICH!”
Looking out into the crowd from between her opponent’s thighs, Yoona acknowledges her supporters with a wink and a smirk, then she deftly peels away the crotch panel of Dayna’s leotard with her teeth and dives in face-first. The effect of Park’s ministrations are immediate, Ezra’s body stiffens as if she’d just touched a live wire, up-ended legs suddenly becoming ramrod straight and her toes tightly clenching to the uproarious delight of the audience.
Once the initial shock and awe fades, however, Dayna quickly regains her wits. Even as her iron will starts to melt under the waves and waves of white-hot heat emanating from her core, Ezra’s mind commands her body to resist in any way that it can, thrashing her arms and legs wildy and trying to throw around her bodyweight in order to break free of Park’s grasps.
For her part, Yoona countersteers as best she can to preserve the precarious balance, matching zig with zag in a bizarre dance to maintain equilibrium. Under most circumstances the ex-ballerina could have kept it up indefinitely, but the damage from multiple impacts to her spine proves to be her undoing. As she struggles against Dayna’s wild, erratic flailing, the battered muscles in her back suddenly cramp and seize.
“HNNGGHHH...!” Park groans, her pained cry muffled by Ezra’s crotch as she topples over backwards with her foe still in her grasps.
As the pair go horizontal, Dayna has the wherewithal to extend her legs and her toes find purchase against the canvas. Now with leverage on her side, the Executive ignores the throbbing protests of her foot and straightens her waist to lift Yoona into the air, completing a 180 reversal of their position from a couple of seconds ago. Just a heartbeat later, Dayna’s ankle gives out and she drops to her knees, spiking the crown of Yoona’s head into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a Tombstone Piledriver.
TOMBSTONE REVERSAL (@0:13):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmq-ievrYXM
A sympathetic OOH rings out from the crowd, and an exhausted Dayna lays forward on top of her splattered foe for the…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
...before Yoona gets a shoulder up, perhaps aided by the lack of a real pin from Ezra.
The Executive holds up three fingers, and when the referee responds with only two, she lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls to the side, sitting with her knees drawn to her chest as she rearranges her bottoms to preserve what’s left of her modesty. Wardrobe malfunction addressed, she rises to one knee and grabs a handful of Yoona’s hair.
“You are as stubborn as you are uncouth,” Dayna hisses. “You’ll PAY for what you did to me!”
Hobbling upright and dragging the other wrestler along, Ezra hoists her foe onto her shoulders for another go at a Torture Rack. Having learned her lesson from her earlier attempt, Dayna snatches one of Yoona’s wrists and pulls that arm across Yoona’s throat, making Park’s earlier escape impossible.
CROSS-ARM TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpMENd7hSd4
The Israeli Powerhouse drops to one knee to take weight off her ankle, and with her hold still secured she pulls down hard on Yoona’s wrist and knee to bend the ex-ballerina into a semi-circle. Having already suffered a tremendous amount of abuse to her core and back from Dayna’s devastating Spears, Park only manages to put up a token resistance for about a dozen seconds before the searing pain exceeds her tolerance.
“Ssssubmit… submiiiiiit....” Yoona croaks while she’s being strangled by her own arm, her free hand weakly waving back and forth trying to find something on which to tap out.
Merle immediately signals for the bell, and a moment later the announcer makes the official proclamation.
“YOU WINNER, BY SUBMISSION, DAYNAAAAA EZZZZRRRAAAAA!”
Unfortunately for Park, however, her opponent seems to have no intention of releasing despite the security team closing in on the ring.
“You’ve won, Dayna! Put her down!” the referee commands.
“Put her down?!” the Executive asks, her voice incredulous with rage. “She humiliated me, and you want me to put her down?”
“I’ll reverse the decision!” Merle warns, trying to sound as authoritative as he can. “I don’t want to, but so help me God, if you don’t put her down I’ll --”
“FINE!” Dayna roars as her anger erupts.
Powered by sheer fury and her one good leg, Ezra springs up from her crouch with Park still strapped across her shoulders. At the peak of her ascent she dips her shoulders to one side, driving Yoona’s head straight into the mat on the way down with a Burning Hammer.
BURNING HAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZe8shIrT58
“JESUS CHRIST!” Merle exclaims as he rushes over to the splattered remains of the Slim Reaper. “WHAT DID YOU--”
“I put her down,” Dayna flatly replies, her trademark cool returning after Yoona had pushed her to redline.
“Once you have tended to your charge, please have someone retrieve my footwear,” she adds, nodding towards the corner where her boots are still tied to the turnbuckle as she gingerly steps out of the ring. “I want them cleaned, polished, and delivered to me within the hour. In the meantime, I will be having a shower… a COLD shower...”
The evening’s tasks delegated, Dayna limps her way backstage, a subtle smile gracing her features as she listens to the crowd’s applause.