Yoona Park versus Olivia Dare

Yoona Park sat in her car, pounding out the melody of La Cucaracha on the horn to the consternation of everyone stuck in traffic around her. Camille had been going to the FAWN training facility at the crack of dawn every day she could ever since she found out that her next opponent would be Maggie Connor. Yoona, however, lacked the motivation to get up at such an ungodly hour, especially since the booking office still saw fit to feed her a steady diet of bikini meat rather than any real competition. Unfortunately, heading to the training facility at a normal time meant she was stuck in the morning rush hour that was exacerbated by what seemed to be a fender bender up ahead.


Park was just getting bored of La Cucaracha when her phone buzzed to life. It was a text message from her girlfriend which read, “OMG GUESS WHO’S HERE!!!” followed by a selfie with Camille wearing a bug-eyed, psychotic smile in the foreground and an unaware, unassuming Olivia Dare in the background.


A few seconds later there was another message, “SHOULD I ASK HER FOR AN AUTOGRAPH?”



Yoona sighed deeply as she sent a reply consisting of several dozen randomly selected emojis. Putting her phone back in the cup holder, she honked out a couple of refrains of Mary Had a Little Lamb before she suddenly got a brilliant idea. If she could goad Olivia into a fight, that would be the perfect showcase for her skills. After all, the three things she was best at in life were fighting, having sex, and being a nuisance, although the exact order varied depending on the day.


With a sly grin on her face, Yoona pulled out onto the shoulder and roared down the highway, slowing down only when she passed a pair of men exchanging insurance information to roll down her window and yell, “LEARN TO FUCKING DRIVE, ASSHOLES!” before speeding off again.


Twenty minutes later, Park walked into a studio in the training facility and was surprised to find her girlfriend doing yoga with the former champion.


“Babe, what the fuck are you doing?” Yoona asked.


“Working on my flexibility like you told me to!” Camille grunted as she tried to maintain her Plow Pose. “Olivia showed me some yoga poses! Quick, take a picture! I can’t hold this much longer!”



Park shook her head in disgust, though she still did as instructed. She retrieved Cosworth’s phone and took a picture of the blonde and brunette as they laid stacked on their necks and shoulders with their legs folded up and over their heads with knees straight and toes touching the mat. Then she posted the picture to Camille’s Twitter account with the caption:


“Practicing #KamaSutra with @maevekane. #CamelToe #LuckyCharms #DrapesMatchTheCarpet”


“Cam, I’m borderline offended that you’re training with Twiggy rather than me,” Yoona said with a roll of her eyes as the pair of wrestlers concluded their yoga session and stood up. Olivia looked irritated and started to say something, but Cosworth stepped in between the two women to try and defuse the situation.


“Yoona, your flexibility exercises amount to ‘tear all your muscles and wait for them to grow back stronger,’” Camille sighed. “As effective as that might be, I’d prefer not to be on the shelf until Christmas. Besides, Olivia is super-bendy too, and she --”


“Of course she’s bendy!” Park interrupted. “It’s easy to be flexible when you have zero fucking muscle to get in the way! I’ve seen toothpicks sturdier than those legs!”


Dare had heard enough, and she stepped past Cosworth to confront the brash Korean wrestler face to face, “You have a problem with me, Park?”



“Nah, no problem,” Yoona smirked. “You’re actually my second favorite English person after Professor Wheelchair.”



“Your favorite English person is Stephen Hawking?” Olivia scoffed, drawing a puzzled look from the Korean.


“Charles Xavier,” Camille corrected while pinching the bridge of her nose as if deeply embarrassed. “Yoona, for the thousandth time, Professor X is American. Just because he’s played by British actors --”



“Goddamn it, Cam. If I looked up ‘huge’ in the dictionary and cross-referenced ‘fucking doofus’ I’d find your picture right next to that entry,” Park huffed. “The point is, I’m a big fan of Cromwell here. World’s Second Best Brit!”


Noticing the anger and irritation flashing in Dare’s eyes, Cosworth quickly explained, “She knows you’re Olivia Dare, she’s just --”



“-- a twat,” the Briton interrupted, prompting Camille to shrug helplessly.



“She’s not Olivia fucking Dare,” Yoona chuffed. “Dare’s a fucking boss, she wouldn’t just let me slap her like a pansy-ass bitch like this!”


The Korean casually swung her open right hand at Olivia’s cheek and came up empty when Dare grabbed her by the wrist and started twisting the offending arm into a Hammerlock. Before the hold could be locked in, however, Yoona gracefully pirouetted to relieve the pressure on her shoulder and came face-to-face with Olivia, their noses just inches away.



“Not bad, Lizzie. I see you’ve been eating your Wheaties --”


Dare shoved Park away with both hands, then planted a boot in her abdomen and gave a forceful Push Kick for good measure to send the obnoxious Korean backpedaling a good six feet.



“Pretty good kick, Chopsticks. For a noodle-legged amateur,” Yoona said as she dusted the boot print off her shirt.


“You’ve aged remarkably well, Kiora,” Olivia said with a sneer. “Though the years of ring rust have not been kind to your skills.”


“That’s not the first time someone’s called me that,” Yoona replied as she crinkled her nose. “Who the hell is this Kiora person anyway?”


“Some other nympho Asian wrestler,” Camille helpfully answered. “Had a thing for Miriam Gaiman a decade ago or something.”



“Hah! So I guess that makes you Mir --”



“Don’t you even say it, Yoona,” Cosworth threatened.


“Hey, she said it, not me!” Park protested. “That’s it, you boarding school brat! You’ve offended Cam’s honor! I challenge you to a duel!”


Olivia walked up until she was chest to chest with Yoona once more, then gave the Korean a smirking, disapproving look from head to toe. “I saw a wrestler who can’t even make it out of developmental hammer you all throughout the penthouse. What makes you think you could last even a minute with me?”


Something flickered across Park’s face for a split second, though it did not escape Dare’s notice. Nevertheless, the Korean immediately offered her rejoinder, “Oh please, I was just playing it up for the fans. You thought she had me in trouble?! That shit was as fake as the Moon landing!”



Yoona glanced out of the corner of the eye and saw the security camera that would surely relay any footage of a brawl to headquarters, then her smile turned hard and serious, “So go on, give me your best shot.”


Olivia rocked back on her heels to create some room, then shot her right arm up in a European Uppercut that stopped an inch from the point of Park’s chin. To her credit, Yoona didn’t flinch and only smiled wider.



“Not here, luv,” Dare cooed as she lightly patted Yoona on the cheek. “A lesson in respect and humility is best taught in public.”



“House Show in Tallahassee in a couple days,” Park said as she cocked an insolent eyebrow. “Be there or be square, or whatever the fuck English kids say these days.”


“If you fight as well as you talk...” Olivia said with a soft laugh. “You still wouldn’t last a minute with me.”



Dare stepped away from Park, picked up her gym bag, and was halfway out the door before she paused and called out over her shoulder, “See you in Tallahassee.”



“Wait!” Camille shouted. “Olivia! You didn’t --”



The door slammed shut and Olivia was gone.


“-- give me an autograph,” Cosworth dejectedly finished. With a growl of frustration, she slugged Yoona in the shoulder and was just about to lecture her girlfriend about the importance of treating colleagues and competitors with respect when her phone chimed with a new notification.


Camille swiped the device and saw that it was a Twitter reply from Maeve Kane.


“@thecoz94 Takin the piss out of me, ya stook? Quit actin the maggot or I’ll batter ya”


Yoona sauntered over to take a look at the phone and said, “God, she even types with that ridiculous fucking accent.”


“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” Cosworth grumbled.




---FAWN House Show, Tallahassee, Florida---



YOONA PARK






Yoona sat in the middle of the ring with her knees drawn up to her chest, watching the EMT’s cart off her latest victim. Normally she would have indulged in some cattier antics, but unlike most nights, tonight she was saving her energy for a doubleheader. When the latest in a long line of bikini meat had tentatively approached the middle of the ring after the opening bell, Park immediately dropped her with a Busaiku Knee Kick to the face for a quick 1-2-3 pin. Judging from the vociferous boos echoing through the arena, the FAWNatics were unaware of the second contest about to take place and thus expected something more from the first match.


The jeering had reached triple-digits on the decibel meter when the opening drumbeat of ‘2Wicky’ played over the PA speakers, and Yoona smiled to herself when the booing abruptly gave way to a collective stunned silence instead. She herself was more than a bit surprised that her efforts to goad Olivia Dare into a match were successful. For the last couple of months she had been angling for someone to give her a shot against some bigger fish to no avail, and now here she was about to throwdown with one of the biggest fish FAWN had to offer.



The silence was shattered by a deafening round of applause even louder than the previous cacophony of jeers when the Oncoming Storm burst through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp sporting a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of the sculpted hips, thighs, and calves that Yoona had talked so much trash about in order to provoke a fight. The other half of Dare’s ensemble included a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit.





OLIVIA DARE



Yoona stood up and offered a jaunty salute to her opponent as Olivia stretched her hands out to fans on either side of the aisle as she walked to the ring. Keeping her eyes on her opponent, Dare ascended the steps to the apron opposite of Park, turned to face the audience, then draped her arms over the top rope and tumbled backwards into the ring.


“Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall and a twenty minute time limit,” the ring announcer said. “Introducing first --”


“Actually, we agreed that this would be a breast smother match,” Yoona called out over the ropes.


“Seriously?!” the very surprised announcer blurted out over his still-live microphone as he looked from the Briton to the Korean then back to the Briton. “Umm… how?!”


“Oy! You gonna take that from ‘em, bruvva?!” Park said in the best Cockney accent she could manage as she turned towards her opponent. “That bloke’s makin’ fun of our girls! What say you ‘n me go’oer there and kick his limey arse?!”


“Just start the match already,” Olivia ordered. She had been in the ring less than thirty seconds and the loud-mouthed Korean was already starting to get on her nerves.


The referee nodded at the timekeeper, who then rang the opening bell and began having an animated discussion with the ring announcer about whether either of the women in the ring was physically capable of breast smothering the other.


With the match officially underway, Yoona swaggered to the middle of the ring and did something she hadn’t done in years.


She stuck out her hand for a handshake.


Olivia seemed mildly surprised at first, then she shook her head and said, “You haven’t earned that yet, Park.”



“Aww, come on, bruv! I promise I don’t have any cooties!” Yoona whined. “I gave them all to Cam!”


Dare took two steps forward and flicked out her right foot to kick away her opponent’s hand. She had perhaps underestimated just how sharp Park’s reflexes were, and she quickly found Yoona’s right hand clasped around her ankle. Rather than making any sort of counter-move, however, the Korean simply gave the captured limb a couple of quick shakes and let go.


“Pretty weird way of shaking hands,” Yoona commented as she backed away and got into a fighting stance. “Is that an English thing like driving on the wrong side of the road, or having muffins that aren’t fucking muffins at all?”



“Tell me, Yoona,” Olivia said as she threw out a European Uppercut which was sidestepped, then ducked under the retaliatory Spinning Back Elbow. “What does a sweet girl like Camille see in a stupid, classless harlot like you?”


“Hey!” Park angrily yelled as she exchanged a quartet of alternating Shin Kicks with her opponent. “Don’t you fucking call me a Communist!”


“I didn’t call you a Communist,” Dare answered as she swatted away a Knee Strike with her left forearm. “I called you a stupid --”


The Briton attacked with a Forearm Smash aimed at her opponent’s breasts, only to have Yoona twist her torso to the side and parry the blow with one hand.


“-- classless --”



Olivia crossed both arms in front of her abdomen to absorb a Front Kick that would have otherwise crushed her liver.



“-- harlot!”


Park used the point of her left elbow to block a right-handed Haymaker, but bringing her arm so close to her own body gave Olivia the chance to lunge forward and lock her in an Elbow and Collar tie-up, bringing an end to their striking skirmish.


“Ohhhh okay!” Yoona said with a jovial smile, looking nonplussed despite locking horns with a former World Champion. “In that case, guilty as charged!”



Giving up her grip on her opponent’s clavicle, Park dipped a shoulder then rammed it forward into Dare’s sternum to knock the Briton back a couple of steps and create distance once more. With the fight effectively reset and no damage done save perhaps some light tibial bruising from the Shin Kick exchange, the two wrestlers each took a breather to size up her opponent.


Once the sting faded from her shins, Yoona stuck both fists behind her back, bent forward at the waist, then flapped her elbows in an imitation of an overgrown chicken. At the same time, she rhythmically swung her head and shoulders around in a sideways figure-eight while slowly making her way forward towards her opponent.


“Bawk bawk bawk BAWK-GAAAWW!” Park called out for the benefit of everyone who didn’t understand the fowl-imitation at first glance.


“Are you having a stroke?” Dare asked as she narrowed her eyes.



“A stroke of GENIUS! BAWK-GAAAWW!”


Tired of Yoona’s hijinks, Olivia took a step forward with her left foot then lashed out at the Korean’s chin with a Snap Kick. Instead of a satisfying thwack, there was only a soft swish as Park increased the speed of her swaying to move her face out of the way at the last second. At the same time as she shifted her torso to her left, Yoona whipped her right hand out from behind her back in a vicious Right Hook aimed at the Briton’s jaw.



Olivia tilted her head back just in time and avoided the punch by a margin so thin that she felt the coarse fabric of the Korean’s handwraps scrape against her chin. Undeterred by her whiffed punch Yoona continued on her figure-eight motion, throwing out a series of powerful Left and Right Hooks at the conclusion of each loop. Dare managed to absorb most of the shots with her arms and shoulders, though the surprisingly heavy blows coming from the slender arms of her opponent still had her slowly backpedaling and conceding ground.


Once the Briton was backed up against the ropes, Yoona halted her attack and leaned in close to whisper, “I’m having fun. Are you having fun yet, Olivia?”


The Korean sounded sincere for once, and somehow that made her even more infuriating. Dare shoved her away with a rough Pie-face, although that did nothing to dampen Park’s seemingly high spirits.


“So you know how to Dempsey roll,” Olivia said matter-of-factly. “You’re not as dumb as you act, Yoona Park.”



“Sorry to disappoint you, bruv,” Yoona replied with an air of false contrition. “Am I still a classless harlot? Two out of three ain’t bad, right?”



“I’ve revised my opinion.” Olivia answered without leaving the buckles. “You’re far from stupid and who you sleep with is none of my concern, you are however an idiot of the highest magnitude and an attention whore the likes of which I haven’t encountered since Portia VanBuren.”


Irritation flickered across Park’s features, albeit only for a second. “Well, that’s rarified company, at lea--”



“I wasn’t finished.” the Oncoming Storm interrupted. “Attention whores are one thing, one of your breadth and scope is quite rare, even in a workplace such as ours. Here you are, a hollow, self-centered narcissist so oblivious to her own surroundings that you genuinely believe these people would lay down their hard-earned money to watch you play a caricature of Miriam Gaiman on Spring Break than actually wrestle a real match.”



Yoona took a step forward, saw the Briton tense ever so slightly and forced herself to maintain her position. “Awfully bold words from a chick who hasn’t landed a clean strike since the bell rang.”


Olivia smiled, looking as blasé and carefree as Yoona wished she felt. “Please. I’m holding back and you know it. The truth of the matter is that there are holes in your game big enough to drive a truck through and everyone but you can see it. Why do you think Cosworth’s already had a chance to prove herself to the fans against the talented, though perhaps not quite sane, Adelaide Brewster and you’ve been relegated to thirty second squashes against women who think G-strings are suitable ring attire? May I be blunt? You’re not as good as you think you are, Yoona Park. And you’re CERTAINLY not too good for this place. Until you understand that, you’re destined to be the tawdry, blabber-mouthed anchor tied to Camille’s ank--”


Yoona exploded forward, sprang into the air and raised her knees to chest level with the idea of caving in Dare’s sternum. An excellent plan, unfortunately Dare twisted aside at the last second, leaving the Korean export to-- ‘Ooooohhhh’s!’ from the crowd as Yoona adjusted in mid-flight to land safely on the second rope. Thinking about the rebound from the moment she touched down, Park dipped her knees and would’ve launched a flawless Back Elbow if Olivia hadn’t slashed a high, sweeping kick across her calves. Yoona yelped, sagged forward and braced a hand against the top turnbuckle to spare herself an unpleasant tumble over the ropes. She’d only just steadied her footing when Olivia stepped in close and CRAAACKED an open-handed slap into the small of her attacker’s back.


Park winced and reared up, leaving her vulnerable when the former World Champion wedged her head between opposing thighs. No simple Electric Chair this, Dare reached up with both hands and collected Yoona’s left wrist in her right hand and vice-versa. With the brunette’s wrists crossed over her own tummy in a tight ‘X’, Olivia backed away from the buckles and swung around so the FAWNatics could better appreciate the catfighter’s predicament. Aware that she didn’t have much of a window to escape this trap, Park crossed her ankles and squeeeeeeeeeezed hard, putting immense pressure on the blonde’s temples with a Headscissors.


“Tell me,” Yoona barked as she tried to pop Dare’s skull from her shoulders, “how’d you hold the World Title so long if you’re always putting your head between another chick’s legWOOAHNNNGGH!”



Gritting her teeth through the strain of the other woman’s counter, Olivia pushed onto tiptoe and dropped backward in a high, gorgeous bridge that THAWHUMPED Yoona down flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Dark eyes on tilt in the aftermath of a move she’d soon come to know as the Storm Surge Suplex, Yoona squirmed and fought to wriggle free while the ref counted off…



STORM SURGE SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSWz65i4_Rk





ONE…

TWO…





Park popped her hips and twisted to the left, an emphatic kick-out despite the swarm of butterflies currently residing in her head. On her feet before she even realized it, Yoona honed in on Dare and lashed out with a high kick of her own, then spat an extremely scatological curse when the Blackbird avoided it like a cool breeze. Olivia had her brunette’s back for less than a second, yet it was more than enough time for her to drill a stiff European Uppercut into the base of Yoona’s aching head. Park stumbled, got caught by her bra-straps and hissed displeasure as the lithesome blonde muscled her left leg off the mat in an awkward Cradle and snatched her left wrist in the same motion.


Snugged in against the Korean’s left side, Olivia worked her right arm between Park’s bicep and torso, thus allowing her to cup the other wrestler’s left shoulder, tying her arm up but good. Hobbled and robbed of most of her defenses, Yoona lashed out with her right hand and grabbed a huge hank of the Brit’s golden locks.


“We’ll keep this real simple, ‘Liv,” she said through clenched teeth, “let me go and you can have your scalp baOHHH FUUUUUCCNNNNNNGGHHHHH!”


Perhaps not as fond of her hair as Park had hopped, Olivia went low and tossed Yoona up, over and most importantly, down, the tawny tyro landing HARD on the side of head and left shoulder.





ARM TRAP REGAL PLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIVy0FRHucg





Dare would’ve bet good money on the brunette pooling out in a dazed tangle of limbs, but Park surprised her by gingerly rolling to her knees and pushing to all fours. Olivia, who’d been thinking about a cover, noted this quicker than expected recovery and adjusted by scrambling to her feet. Catching a double handful of hair as Yoona reared back on her knees, Dare yanked her foe’s tresses a few times for good measure, then raised her left knee and placed it against Park’s right temple. Cupping the left side of the beach battler’s head to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, Olivia went to tiptoes for the second time in less than a minute and dropped to her back.


The trip for Yoona was as short as it was brutal, her already victimized noggin once again THWHONKED by the surging Englishwoman. That finally got the desired the effect, Park tumbling to her back in slow motion, arms tossed overhead, both legs stretched until Olivia slid atop her chest and hooked the far leg for…





LOW SINGLE KNEE FACEBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKYGLhSKNqU





ONE…

TWO…

THRNOOOO!





Yoona kicked free and rolled onto her stomach to prevent further covers. This was only partially successful, as her efforts did effectively stop Dare from securing another pin. Unfortunately it left her quite exposed when Olivia straddled her lower back and SMACKED the brunette between the shoulders.


“OOOOW DAMMIT!” Yoona reached up and back, instinctively trying to protect the back of her head from more strikes. “STOP FIGHTING LIKE EURO-TRASH, DARRGGGGRRRHHHHHHK!”



Olivia caught her prey’s wrists in a criss-cross grip again, only this time the ‘X’ of Park’s forearms was wedged firmly beneath her own chin! The FAWNatics cheered quite lustily as Olivia slid down and back, stretching herself out atop Yoona’s squirming frame to ultimately secure a sort of back-mounted Double Leg Grapevine. In conjunction with the Straightjacket Choke it was better known as the Dare Snare, a maneuver that’d choked out or submitted dozens of Olivia’s rivals over the course of her career. A good portion of the crowd seemed to think Park would suffer the same fate, as evidenced by the ‘TAP!’ chants that started almost at once.


Olivia wasn’t convinced the mouthy Korean striker was finished just yet, but that didn’t stop her from testing Yoona’s flexibility with a combination of stretch and strangle. On a request from someone in the front row, she also grrrrround her hips against the curve of Park’s glutes, if only to remind her that she could only posterize her opponents so many times before suffering a similar fate.


“Would the real Yoona Park please report to the ring for her scheduled wrestling match?” Olivia cooed the request into Yoona’s ear in a remarkably good approximation of the house PA. “I’m afraid the nymphomaniac poseur she sent in her place simply isn’t getting the job done.”


Park was more than a bit surprised that it was her opponent rather than herself who initiated the more lurid tactics. She might have enjoyed the grinding, but the bones of her own forearms digging into her trachea made things far less pleasant. She tucked her head as best she could, using the point of her own chin as a lever to pry out a little more space for her throat.


“Harder,” Yoona grunted as Dare continued to grind her from behind. “I can barely feel your cock.”


“Still acting the idiot I -- UNGH! YOU TWAT!” Olivia cried out when Park used the sound of her voice to hone in on the location of the Briton’s face and swung a Headbutt directly into the bridge of Dare’s nose.


From her current position Yoona didn’t have the leverage to make it a very forceful strike, but it still proved enough to momentarily distract Olivia and allow Park to pull her wrists free of Dare’s grasps. As soon as she had free use of her arms again, the Korean twisted her body back while throwing an Elbow Strike that landed against the curve of her captor’s jawline. Olivia’s Double Leg Grapevine loosened but didn’t release, so Yoona repeated the move two more times before the Briton decided that the exchange rate of Elbows to Grapevines was not in her favor and finally disengaged her hold.


Yoona quickly rolled free from the tangle of limbs, and stood up a couple of yards from where Olivia was doing the same.


“You’re packing three inches at best, bruv,” she said with a pout on her lips and an air of feigned disappointment in her voice.


“Who do you think you’re fooling?” Olivia scoffed as she began to circle just out of range of her opponent’s legs. “Everyone in the locker room sees right through your sex kitten act.”


“Maybe so…” Yoona said thoughtfully, before adding, “...but can they see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?!”


Without waiting for an answer, Park lunged forward in a crouch as if to shoot for a Double Leg Takedown. Olivia was more than ready and whipped her right arm forward and up in a European Uppercut that connected solidly with her opponent’s chin and made her teeth audibly clack, and that was exactly the response that Yoona had hoped for.


In order to chamber her powerful strike, Dare had stepped forward with her left leg. Even as her ears rang from the headshot that rattled her brain, Park continued to close the distance and stepped on the Briton’s back foot with her own right foot. At the same time, Yoona planted her palms in Olivia’s chest and gave a hard shove. With her right leg rooted to the mat Dare couldn’t adjust her stance to maintain her balance, so she instinctively arched backwards into a gorgeous bridge to avoid taking an inelegant fall onto her rear. Her hands had barely touched the canvas when she realized she had made a costly mistake.



Pivoting to the Briton’s right side even as Olivia was bridging backwards, Yoona raised her right arm high overhead while drawing back her left leg. After cocking back both limbs as far as they could go, Park violently crunched forward to simultaneously drive her elbow into Dare’s taut abdominals and her knee into Olivia’s arched back in an attempt to cut her opponent in half at the waist.


The FAWNatics gasped as Dare’s bridge collapsed like a house of cards, and for a moment there seemed to be a pervasive fear that the shearing force of Park’s combination strike had severed the Briton’s spine. Fortunately, the former World Champion was made of sterner stuff, and all worries were allayed when she started to weakly bicycle her legs against the mat, in agony but uninjured.



Eschewing a likely-futile pin attempt, Yoona dragged her opponent to the center of the ring, took a seat between Olivia’s outstretched legs, and prepared to test the Briton’s flexibility with a Seated Legspread. Placing the soles of her feet on Dare’s ankles, Park opened her legs into a full split and forced her opponent’s legs to do the same. Yoona was accustomed to her opponents either shrieking in pain or immediately submitting when stretched out in such a manner, so she was mildly irritated when Olivia’s only reaction was a subdued hiss through her teeth.


Despite her submission hold not quite having the desired effect on the flexible Dare, Park still very much enjoyed the sight of her opponent’s widely parted legs. Her baser instincts told her to slip a hand under her own trunks and pleasure herself, as she had done all the other times she had utilized this particular submission, but Yoona knew that Olivia was a much higher caliber of opponent who was not nearly finished. Taking a mental picture for later, Park settled for gently patting the center of Olivia’s trunks while licking her lips.


“Mmmm, ‘Liv, you look good enough to eat,” she purred.



“This is why no one takes you seriously,” Olivia spat, not terribly distressed by the forced splits. “Talent means nothing if you waste it all on fighting like a second-rate, caricature of what you THINK a FAWN wrestler is. Cut the fake, nympho bullshit and innuendo and show me why you even deserve to be in the same building as me.”


“Oh, the nympho’s very, very real,” Yoona said with a leering smile. “Lie back and think of England, bruv.”


Contrary to the imminent cattiness implied by her words, Park elected to attack in a much more technical manner. Having her legs spread caused the adductor muscles and tendons to stand out in sharp relief on either side of Olivia’s groin, and the Korean leaned forward and latched her claws into Dare’s toned inner thighs.


Yoona smiled with satisfaction as her pair of Inner Thigh Claws finally elicited a prolonged gasp of pain from the Briton. One of the painful lessons Park had learned at the hands of Paulette Severe was that even the most flexible of muscles were still vulnerable to being squeezed and crushed, and now she intended to pay it forward onto Olivia.


“You want to get to know the real me?” she asked as she sent a powerful pulse through her hands and made Dare arch her back in pain. “Can your legs hold out long enough for me to tell you my life story?”



Olivia glanced around from her position on the mat and saw that she was not too far away from the ropes. While that may have been the most pragmatic escape route, she felt that would be taking the coward’s way out -- practically a concession that her opponent had the stronger, more flexible legs -- and her pride could not abide by that. Taking a deep breath and biting down on her bottom lip, Dare suddenly sat up and applied a pair of Inner Thigh Claws of her own to Yoona’s similarly exposed legs.


Caught off-guard by the sudden counter, Park let a high-pitched shriek of agony escape from her lips before she squelched it and restored her poker face with a tremendous effort.


“Don’t worry about my legs, luv,” Olivia whispered through gritted teeth. “Better hurry up with your story, I can already feel the quit oozing through your skin.”


“Once upon a time in Seoul,” Yoona hissed through similarly gritted teeth as she stared her opponent right in the eyes for their contest of flexibility, endurance, and willpower. “There was a little girl who liked to dance. When Mommy and Daddy saw her enthusiasm and talent, they enrolled her in ballet classes. And you know what? She was good. So good that by the time she was a teenager, everyone around her expected her to be a professional. And so when all of her friends went to high school, she went to a dance academy instead. By the time she was eighteen she was on the national troupe. The physical conditioning was more brutal than ever. The rigors of ballet were slowly destroying her body, but still she forged onwards for the sake of making Mommy and Daddy proud.”


To punctuate her last sentence, Park sent her most powerful squeeze yet into the strained muscles of her opponent. Dare somehow maintained her stoic expression and even responded with a crushing squeeze of her own, but she realized she was at a disadvantage. Not only had Yoona gotten a head start on their duel, but the Korean’s legs were spread at a slightly less severe angle simply by virtue of being on the inside of Olivia’s. Despite fighting an increasingly uphill battle, the Briton resolved to soldier on.


“Do continue, my dear Yoona,” Olivia said with a remarkably nonchalant smile.


“It was there that she had her sexual awakening,” Yoona said, making note of the beads of sweat starting to form on her rival’s forehead and doubling down on her claws. “Surrounded by so many attractive young men and women and cloistered away from the prying eyes of her family, she indulged in carnal pleasures. And so despite the physical punishment of dancing ten hours a day, she was happy. She had everything she ever wanted. The pride of her family. The applause of the audience. An endless parade of lovers. But then… DISASTER!”


Park crunched down hard again, and this time Dare could not quite stifle a loud grunt of pain. With a victorious smile creeping onto her face despite the increasingly unbearable burning in her own thighs, Yoona continued her story.


“DUN DUN DUN! She was PREGNANT! To make matters worse, the father of her unborn child was not of the elite, wealthy class that she belonged to. If anyone found out, surely it would bring everlasting shame to her family. With no other choice, she left her life behind and came to America, where she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy a few months later. Life in a new country was hard for a young, single mother without any employable skills, however. Desperate to provide a life for her child, she turned to illegal beach fights. It was the only way --”


“OH, WHAT A LOAD OF BOLLOCKS!” Olivia screamed. Relinquishing her Inner Thigh Claws, she sent a blistering Haymaker into Park’s face and brought a premature end to their contest for leggy domination. The official chided her for striking with a closed fist to the head, but Dare paid him no mind as she rolled away and began massaging the lactic acid out from her thighs and groin.


Meanwhile, Yoona was cackling like a lunatic as she too laid on her back and massaged her legs while blood trickled from her left nostril.


“No -- seriously!” Park gasped between bouts of laughter. “Look! Here’s a picture of my kid I carry with me!”


She reached her right hand into her top, and then pulled out an upturned middle finger.


“I named him Kim Jong-un!” Yoona shouted before succumbing to another fit of giggles.


“It’s amazing how much bullshit you can fit in that slender body of yours,” Olivia seethed as she gingerly stood up and glared daggers at her opponent.



“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Park snorted while wiping her nose. “Let’s make a deal, bruv. Show me the Olivia that once ruled this place. Trying to counter my claw with your own was a fucking loser move and you know it. Fight like you want to win and I’ll let real Yoona come out and play.”


To show that she was serious, Yoona unwound the wraps from her left hand and used the cloth to tie her long, free-flowing hair into an elaborate French braid that started just above the middle of her forehead and ran backwards in a line along the centerline of her skull. Her new hairdo gave her the look of having a mohawk, but more importantly, it kept her hair free from the grasping talons of any opponents.


“Be careful what you ask for, luv,” the Briton said. “There are storms you cannot weather.”


“Yeah, whatever,” Yoona chuffed. “Just don’t get mad when I’m stylin’ on you.”


Warning delivered, the Korean rushed forward with a speed that she very rarely showed. Olivia ducked in under a swinging elbow, then wrapped her hands under her opponent’s gluteals and started to lift Yoona for an Inverted Atomic Drop. Right at the peak of her lift, however, Dare was struck in the left shoulder by a downwards Elbow Strike, rendering that entire arm temporarily numb and letting Park safely return to the mat.


Yoona took advantage of Olivia’s momentarily defenseless left side by smashing a Right Hook into her ribs. Deciding anything that works once is worth repeating, Park connected with a second and third Right Hook to the same spot, but after the last blow Dare regained the use of her arm and managed to trap the offending fist under her left armpit. Next, she folded her left forearm underneath the elbow of Yoona’s trapped limb and yanked up and back.


Park screeched in pain as her elbow was nearly hyperextended against the fulcrum of Olivia’s arm, and things got doubly worse for her when Dare caught her other arm in the same manner. Then Olivia leaned back, forcing Yoona to rise up onto her tiptoes, lest both of her elbows get bent the wrong way by the standing Double Armbar.


Shaking her head when the referee asked if she needed to submit, Park threw a high Knee Strike to the same spot on Olivia’s ribs that she had just pounded with a trio of Right Hooks. Not eager to find out if Park could break her ribs before she broke Park’s arms, Dare released the armlocks to block a second Knee Strike and then shoved her opponent away in order to regroup.



Yoona slowly extended and retracted her arms with a wince to make sure no lasting damage was done as she watched Olivia press a hand to her aching ribcage. She thought that she came out slightly ahead in that exchange as Dare’s breathing seemed slightly ragged, although her own arsenal of punches and elbows was probably off the menu for at least a few minutes. Trying to press what she believed was an advantage, she took three long strides forward and then threw a Roundhouse Kick at the Briton’s ribs.



Olivia saw the blow coming and quickly retracted her left arm in close against her side, hoping to use her upper arm as a shield to absorb the shot. At the last second, however, Yoona’s right shin seemed to detach from the knee and flailed upwards at a 45 degree angle, demonstrating her remarkable flexibility and drastically changing the trajectory of the Roundhouse from bodyshot to headshot. Park’s lower leg smacked into the side of Dare’s neck and jaw, and the kick left the Briton stunned and seeing double.


“Told you my legs were better,” Yoona chirped as she sidled in next to Olivia’s left side. She hooked her right leg over her opponent’s left thigh, then rolled both of them into a forward tumble. Halfway through the roll Park grabbed Dare’s left ankle with both hands, so at the end of the flip both women were side-to-side and on their backs and Olivia’s left leg was scissored between Yoona’s thighs and trapped in a Kneebar.



Yoona leaned back and pulled on the Briton’s leg while thrusting her own hips upwards, stretching Olivia’s muscles from ankle to hip and trying to hyperextend her knee. Once again the reaction from the flexible Briton was subdued, virtually invisible to everyone besides Park who was just inches from her face.


“You might not believe this,” Yoona whispered in a voice so low that only Olivia could hear, “But I like you and I respect you. I really, really do. Do you know why?”


Dare’s response was to reach over and punch Park in the face with her right hand, but her position made it impossible to put any real power into the strike and the Korean soaked up a couple of shots without complaint.


“You’ve been to where I want to go, Olivia,” Yoona continued to whisper. “What does it take to be champion? To stand atop an entire federation of the greatest fighters and wrestlers in the world? Show me, and break this hold before I break your leg!”



In a great deal more pain than the almost casual tone of her response indicated, Dare asked, “Are you sure about that, Park? Perhaps you’d rather just be done with it and try to make your name as the woman who broke Olivia Dare’s leg?”


Park snorted and flexed her hips again, adding even more pressure to the Englishwoman’s vulnerable stem. “Answer the question or I just might, ‘Liv.”



The Oncoming Storm threw her a grin that was equal parts anguish and amusement. “Very well, luv. You wanna know how I became one of the longest reigning World Champion’s this place has ever seen? Very simple. I always studied my opponent’s beforehand.”



Just like that, the Blackbird leaned forward, hooked her right hand around the side of Yoona’s left foot and dug her fingers deep into the soft sole. It would’ve meant no more than mild discomfort to any other woman on the roster, but the tawny Korean shouted like Dare had touched her with a hot poker. Disengaging from the Kneebar at once, Yoona scrambled / rolled in one direction while Olivia barreled in the opposite, each limber lovely retreating to opposite sides of the squared circle to tend to their respective aches.


Back pressed against the bottom and middle ropes, the blonde Brit hooked on and clambered to verticality, being very careful to keep weight off her left leg until the worst of the hurt started to fade. Elsewhere, Yoona gingerly massaged her foot and cursed herself a hundred times over for such a potentially catastrophic mistake. Eventually the pain faded and she stood up, eyes on Olivia the whole time.


“That was --”


“Save it,” Dare interrupted brusquely. “And wipe that petulant little ‘how could you?’ look off your face, for that matter.”



Park shrugged her shoulders, a slow, insolent gesture. “Fine. If you want to take the easy way out, who am I to stop you?”


Olivia curled her hands and came forward showing a grappler’s crouch. “Get over yourself, brat. You’ve got an exploitable weakness and I took advantage of it. Perhaps things might’ve been different if you’d been willing to engage me on even terms, but that’s clearly the last thing you’re interested in.”


Yoona frowned, raised both fists and stalked out to meet the Englishwoman. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” There was no accent now, apparently the time for fun had passed. “I’m here to beat the best and I don’t need chair shots or flippy shyt or any other garbage. What’s unfair about tha--”


Dare shot forward to clinch so Park pivoted and fired a Side Kick straight at her navel. A good defense, but the lunge was nothing but a feint and Olivia caught the brunette’s ankle in both hands. Swinging around on Park’s left side with the leg still in her possession, Olivia folded the striker’s limb so her heel was pressed against her backside. Head wedged beneath Yoona’s left arm, Olivia kept one hand on her rival’s ankle and another pressed against her tummy while she hoisted Park high into the air. Then she went down on one knee and THUNKED Yoona’s exposed shin against the point of her posted knee. Now, Park’s legs weren’t nearly as sensitive as her feet, but the Shinbreaker certainly didn’t feel pleasant and things got much worse the instant Olivia popped her hips and flung the black-clad battler onto her head and shoulders with a release Backdrop Suplex. Yoona hit, folded into a springy Matchbook and popped open to end up stretched out on one side.


SHINBREAKER & RELEASE BACKDROP SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGXNiiqTB2s


The FAWNatics urged Dare to go for a quick cover and though the brunette didn’t linger, she didn’t go for the win, choosing instead to peel Yoona off the canvas with a double handful of her braid. Switching over to a Wristlock before the ref could even comment, Dare stepped back, dropped her hips and slung the other bendyback toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Stunned though she was, Yoona saw the buckles closing in and did her best not only to slow down, but to spin around so she took the impact against her back and not her chest. She pulled this off quite easily and while the BWUUUNG of buckles on shoulder wasn’t pleasant, it was much preferred to-- “OOOOOFFFFHH!” All the air was crushed from Park’s lungs when Olivia flew in and THWHUMPED both knees against the Korean’s pert chest.



RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE IN CORNER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRvy3Y8YcIc


Yoona sagged heavily, her hands holding onto the top rope, her butt resting sullenly against the middle buckle. That was invitation enough for Dare, who whirled around, raced to mid-ring where she did an about-face to race back at her winded adversary. Or perhaps Yoona wasn’t as deflated as Dare surmised, because the brunette straightened up and fired both heels at the Storm’s chin as she closed in for round two! More cheers from the FAWNatics as Olivia hit the brakes and caught Yoona’s ankles less than six inches removed from her jaw. The look that passed between them spoke volumes, each woman knowing the Blackbird could do terrible things to her foe’s feet. But Yoona said nothing and perhaps that’s why Dare lifted those trapped stems a little higher and slung them between the top and middle ropes.


The abrupt shifting left Park stretched out sideways in the corner, her thighs and upper back resting on the second strand to either side of the turnbuckle. That meant her midsection was exposed and any punishment Dare might’ve spared the brunette’s feet was visited double on her poor abs. Grabbing the top rope in both hands, Olivia hopped onto the bottom rope, leapt as high as she could and came down with her knees THWHUMPING against Park’s exposed midriff. Yoona was driven from her perch to land hard on the mat, where she immediately turned onto her side and curled into a groaning, retching ball. She could’ve stayed there for quite some time and surely would’ve done so if Dare hadn’t gone back to her braid and scraped her off the canvas.





CORNER KNEES TO THE GUT @ 00:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4zucmZYVfE





Rather than stuff Park into the corner again, Olivia grabbed her left ankle, pulled it up and laid it over the second rope. From there she reached through to the outside, grabbed the bottom strand and pulled it up and over Yoona’s ankle, a much more focused version of the old ‘trap ‘em in the ropes’ trick. Genuine alarm flashed over Yoona’s face for the first time since the match began. “Whuu…. what that f*ck do you think you’re doing, DarEERRRGGGHHHHH!” Park’s worry over her foot was replaced with a more pressing concern when the Briton reared back and started drilling her knee into her rival’s thigh over and over and over again. “HEY ASSHOLE, I’M IN THE ROPES!” Yoona yowled to the official. “YOU WANNA COME GET THIS SKANK OFFA--”


Olivia stopped throwing knees so she could wedge a forearm across Yoona’s jaw. “This is me at my best, Yoona.” she murmured. “This is you, going against the one of the best FAWN has to offer. Still want to see how you stack up?”


Dare’s forearm made it impossible to speak, so Park nodded once.


“Very well.”



Olivia hopped up one more time and delivered another Kneedrop, this one to the pit of Yoona’s exposed knee. The impact of it jarred the brunette’s leg free of its confinement, unfortunately that was the only silver lining, as Yoona was practically hobbling as Olivia marched her out into center ring with another double handful of hair. Using the hair-hold to double the other woman over, Dare quickly turned around and wedged the back of Yoona’s neck against the curve of her bum while simultaneously hooking her arms around opposing biceps. Immediately thereafter the Brit twisted them both around so that she was behind Park with her own head braced against opposing backside. Straightening up with a low groan, Olivia grabbed Yoona’s flailing ankles in either hand and pulled them down to secure the Inverted Gory Special. As an added bonus, she let her thumbs rub ever so gently across the soles of Park’s feet, a not so subtle reminder of the danger at hand.



INVERTED GORY SPECIAL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=56UO1OoQO0w





Tugging on the Korean’s ankles even as she set off on a strutting circuit of the squared circle, Olivia told her prey, “I can’t say I know your history Yoona Park, and quite frankly, I’m not sure I care to, at least not at the moment. What I DO know is that you’re a world class fighter, who has apparently decided that of all the people on this planet, Camille Cosworth is the only one worthy of knowing what lives behind all your masks and the mountains and MOUNTAINS of bullshyt.”


She emphasized this point with an exceptionally hard bounce.


“You say you want to be a champion, to face wrestlers and fighters as good as you, but that’s not entirely true, is it? Oh, I have no doubt you’d love to have ten pounds of leather and gold around your waist, but face the best, AT their best? I highly doubt it. Because how could, or better yet, WHY would anyone, even the best FAWN has to offer, put their best effort forward against the loopy slut who’s never met a lie she didn’t like? Truth is, you’re nothing but an up-jumped pool shark, extremely talented, but only willing to fight when your opponent thinks you’re as dumb as you pretend to be. You’re afraid of an honest fight, Yoona. Afraid to lose, afraid to suffer and then improve your game because that would require you to actually put forth some effort and you’re just too bloody lazy to do that, aren’t you? Go ahead luv, tell me I’m wrong.”


Olivia pulled Yoona’s ankles a little harder and pressed her thumbs into the soles of the brunette’s feet, partly as payback for the Kneebar, partly to see if Park would actually tell her the goddamned truth.



“AARRGHH! GODDAMN IT!” Yoona screeched, regretting not wrapping her ankles and feet in the same manner as her wrists and hands. The FAWN trainers had been pleading with her to do so ever since she was placed on the House Show Circuit, and she had rejected the idea because the tight wraps themselves were distractingly uncomfortable. They would have, however, provided some measure of protection against the sole attack that Olivia had used to escape her Kneebar and was using now to try to force a submission.


Park shook her head ‘No’ when the referee asked for her surrender. Another hard bounce sent a tremor running through her spine, and she had to bite her lip to suppress a pitiful wail when Dare’s thumbs started drawing small circles and drilling into her feet. Waiting for the Briton to tire out from maintaining the hold was out of the question, as Yoona was already approaching her breaking point, so she started wiggling her shoulders in hopes of squirming free from the Inverted Gory Special.


She was never particularly flexible in her arms or shoulders so twisting and bending like a contortionist was a tortuous endeavor in and of itself, but after a great effort Park was able to free her arms without dislocating any joints. With her legs and feet still hooked over her opponent’s shoulders, Yoona crunched up into a sitting position looking to drop some elbows and fists into the crown of Dare’s head. That plan was foiled when Olivia simply laid out on her back the moment Park sat up, slamming the Korean to the mat with an improvised Electric Chair Drop.


With Yoona laid out flat on the mat and spread-eagled, the Briton stretched out on top of her opponent belly to belly, hooked in another Double Leg Grapevine, and pressed Park’s shoulders to the mat for the pin. The referee counted out...


ONE!

TWO!


...before Yoona lifted a shoulder off the mat, although she was still trapped in the Grapevine and the stretching did her battered left knee no favors.


“You haven’t answered my question, luv,” Olivia whispered as she cupped Park’s jaw with one hand, not bothering to go for another pin.


“You’re wrong,” Yoona hissed back. “You think I’m afraid of losing? Ask yourself how a timid ballerina with no training whatsoever becomes a world class fighter. Those first six months in San Diego… every single day was a new adventure in humiliation and shame. But you know what, Olivia? Every time I came back a little harder, a little stronger. So do it. Finish me. Strike me down and I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.”


“Still making jokes and quoting Obi-Wan?” Dare said with a light, humorless chuckle as she sent another pulse through the Grapevine. “What was that you said before? ‘Break this hold before I break your leg?’”


“Who the fuck is Obi-Wan? I was quoting James Tiberius Kirk!” Yoona replied through a forced, pained grin.


Not waiting for a response, she cupped the back of Olivia’s head with her left hand and drove her right thumb into the carotid artery. Dare countered by opening the Double Leg Grapevine as wide as she could, drawing a howl of agony from the Korean.


Under normal circumstances the hold would have been perfectly bearable, but Dare had gone to great lengths to specifically weaken her leg beforehand. Nevertheless, Yoona figured that a sprained knee that might keep her out of action for a month would be a fair price to pay for a signature victory against one of FAWN’s best, so she grit her teeth and focused on the Carotid Spike.


After about twenty seconds, it was Olivia who disengaged first, perhaps due to the effects of the Carotid Spike, or perhaps due to her unwillingness to really break her opponent’s knee.


“So there’s a real person buried somewhere under that heaping pile of bullshit and lies after all,” the Briton commented while she shook off the dizzying effects of the Carotid Spike.



“Yeah, something like that,” Park groaned as she dragged herself upright, her left knee visibly swollen. “Ever read The Picture of Dorian Gray?”



Dare arched an eyebrow in amusement, not expecting to have a discussion about Oscar Wilde in the middle of a wrestling ring.



“The loopy slut takes and gives all of the punishment, and the timid ballerina remains safe and untainted,” she said after a moment of consideration.


Yoona flashed a warm, genuine smile, then pointed at Olivia before tapping her own temple three times, as if to say, “You’re so smart.” Message delivered, Park mimicked putting on a mask and her smile turned lopsided and sarcastic.


“Is that what the story is about?” Yoona asked with an air of feigned indifference. “I thought it was a picture book, and I stopped reading when I found out it wasn’t.”


“I don’t want the slut and I don’t want the ballerina,” Dare said with a hard edge to her voice. “I want the fighter.”


Park chuckled, then mimed taking off a mask with her left hand and putting on a different mask with her right.


“How does a one-legged woman do in an ass-kicking contest?” she asked. “Come and find out!”



Olivia didn’t need to be asked twice. She immediately charged at her opponent, correctly surmising that the Korean’s dangerous striking game would be greatly diminished by the sorry state of her knee. Rather than a traditional Elbow and Collar tie up, the two wrestlers met in a mutual Muay Thai clinch, hands wrapped around the back of each other's heads.


Dare struck first, slamming her right knee into her opponent’s navel.



Park tried to respond with a right knee of her own, only to screech in pain as she aborted the strike halfway through. Lifting her right leg meant her weight was completely on her left, and it was too much for her injured knee to bear.


“No one wants to deal with your bullshit,” Olivia said as she thumped home a pair of unanswered Knee Strikes. “Ditch the ridiculous personas and the masks.”


“They keep me strong,” Yoona said through clenched teeth as she once again tried and failed to respond with a Knee Strike of her own.


“They keep you alone.”


THUMP!


THUMP!


THUMP!



Olivia landed another three Knee Strikes, bringing the tally to six versus zero.


“I’m not alone. Not anymore,” Park replied, her voice surprisingly steady given the amount of punishment she had taken.


Unable to use her legs to counterattack, Yoona grabbed two handfuls of hair, yanked the Briton’s head back, and fired a forehead-to-forehead Headbutt that connected with a sickening crack. The impact was jarring for both women, but perhaps caught by surprise, Olivia seemed slightly more affected than her opponent and that allowed the Korean to break her clinch then trap both of her arms in a Double Underhook.


Yoona was in no condition to do much more than collapse to the mat, so that was exactly what she did. With Dare doubled over, she simply leaned her weight on top of her opponent’s back then let her legs go limp to pancake Olivia into the canvas with the sloppiest Double Underhook Facebuster ever performed. Still in control of the Briton’s arms, Park knelt on her right knee, drew her left leg up and back, then slammed a Knee Strike directly into the crown of Olivia’s head.


“GGAAAAAHHH FUUUCCCCKKK!”


The cry came not from Dare, but from Park. Her swollen left knee was most certainly not up to the task of being used as a battering ram. She could hardly draw up her injured leg a third of the height she normally could, and even with the greatly reduced force, it felt like she had taken a crowbar to the kneecap.


“I’M HAVING FUN! I’M HAVING FUN! I’M HAVING FUN!” Yoona screamed, more to psyche herself up than anything else. She drew her left leg back again, even lower than the previous time, and thwacked it into Olivia’s skull again.


“ARRRRGGGHHH!!! COME ON! COME ON! COME OONNNNNN!”


Almost sobbing with pain, Park willed herself to throw a final Knee Strike. Had her legs been in good condition, she could have thrown dozens of knees from her current position, and one was all she needed to turn an opponent’s brain to soup. In her current state, however, she could only manage three Knee Strikes of greatly diminished power, and she prayed to gods she didn’t believe in that it was enough to secure her a tremendous underdog victory.



Yoona flipped Olivia over, then flopped onto her chest in a simple North-South pin. The referee slid down next to them, and pounded…



ONE!

TWO!

THR--!



...before Olivia got a shoulder up a fraction of a second before the official’s palm slapped the mat for a third time. Yoona rolled aside, held up three fingers to the referee, and when the man held up only two in response, she curled into a ball and hugged her left knee to her chest, weakly muttering, “No… no…”


A short distance away, Olivia wasn’t feeling her greatest, but something in the soft sound of Park’s dejection must’ve burned through the fog in her head because the blonde Briton fought her way to verticality while Yoona was still tending to her demolished knee. Ignoring the cheers called forth by her resurgence, the Oncoming Storm trudged into place beside Park, grabbed her at shoulder and hip and shoved her onto her belly. Yoona protested at once, one hand trying to drag herself across the ropes while the other sought Dare’s face. Olivia stayed clear however and a quick knee to the ribs quieted the Korean’s resistance to an almost negligible level.


Bracing Yoona at either end, Olivia slowly got to her feet, then hopped up, tucked both heels against her tush and came down with both knees THWHUMPING into the small of her opponent’s back. “FAAAAAHHHHK!” Yoona shuddered like a dying snake, all thoughts of defense and escape suddenly blotted out to make way for this new anguish, exactly had Olivia had hoped. For rather than continue her assault on the brunette’s vertebrae, Dare slid south to take possession of Park’s left ankle. Stretching it out with a jerk so vicious it made Yoona gape, Olivia pulled the limb between her own legs and threw the right one over the pit of Park’s knee to tuck that ankle behind her left leg.


Kneebar, Olivia Dare to Yoona Park.





KNEEBAR @ 00:07
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsKtBnKViY8





“AAAAAAHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAAHD DAMMMIT!” Yoona was up on her hands, back arched at an extremely unpleasant angle as she fought to resist the temptation of submission. Her efforts were not aided by the official or the fans, the former asking for constant status updates while the latter simply demanded ‘TAP!’ over and over again.


Holding Park’s ankle snug against her chest, Dare squeezed down on the Kneebar and huffed, “Get to the ropes or tap out, Yoona. If you don’t the ref will end the match to protect your knee.” She punctuated this statement by sending another pulse through her own sinewy stems.



Yoona’s forehead had sunk to the canvas in the last few seconds, now she looked up and locked eyes with the zebra. “Get out of my way, asshole.” Not waiting for a response, the black-clad beauty dug her fingers in deep and started pawing her way to safety inch by agonizing inch. Those assembled in the stands intensified their ‘TAP!’ chants, especially when Park crumpled to her belly and threw both hands over the back of her head. But then an interesting thing happened. Yoona sucked in a deep breath, braced her elbows against the mat and resumed her crawl. Only now there were two chants. ‘TAP!’ was joined by its more valiant cousin ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ Yoona didn’t, indeed she somehow increased her pace down the homestretch and the FAWN Arena broke into spontaneous cheers when she curled a fist around the bottom rope. “Break.”


Park’s quiet request was years removed from the brat that’d confronted Dare in the gym, which was why the former World Champion released the hold without any more prompting from her foe or the official. Using the reprieve to enjoy several deep breaths near the center of the ring, Olivia ‘flicked’ the edges of her briefs back into place and smoothed back her hair, all while keeping her gaze squarely on Yoona. Park met the Englishwoman’s stare without flinching, an incredible feat considering the hellish pain in her left knee. Clambering to her feet just to lean against the ropes, the brunette was about to beckon her rival forward when Dare issued a challenge of her own.


“Did you hear them earlier, Yoona? Do you hear them NOW?” Olivia cupped a hand to her ear, not that she needed any assistance taking in the thunderous manmade roar. “That’s not just for me, luv. Fighting off that Kneebar got you more credibility and support than a whole month of three second specials against the best bikini meat Orlando can provide. Do you want more of that, Park? To hear these people cheer when you escape and not when you bawl a surrender?”


Yoona drew in a deep breath, swallowed the lump in her throat and answered in a near whisper, “Yes.”


Olivia nodded, clearly satisfied. “Then get out here and fight me until one of us can’t fight anymore.”


Even with the Korean down to one leg, Dare didn’t have to ask twice. Yoona came for the blonde as fast as her legs could carry her (still pretty fast, truth be told) and quickly cupped a hand against the base of Olivia’s neck. Given what she’d endured thus far, one can understand why Dare prepared for a Kneelift and thus ate the full force of her foe’s European Uppercut for the mistake.


Rocked back on her heels by the blow, the Blackbird put a hand to her chin and eyed Yoona incredulously. “Cheeky to the end, aren’t you?”


Park smiled ever so slightly. “You have no idea. Now are we gonna do this or what, English?”


‘Or what’ wasn’t any sort of option, so Dare stormed into the breach and THWHACKED Yoona’s jaw with an Uppercut of her own. The brunette’s legs shuddered violently, but she grabbed the other woman’s shoulder for support and Olivia didn’t shake her off. The exchange after that was simple one for one chin-checking, the depleted, determined bendies just smashing away at her opponent’s jaw until Park abruptly covered up behind the guard of her forearms almost thirty seconds later. Dropping her defense as quickly as she’d raised it, Yoona grabbed hold of Olivia’s right wrist, stepped back and slung her toward the ropes with an Irish-- Dare slammed the brakes, planted her heels and sent Yoona to the strands in her place. Park hit without incident and raced back with only a slight hitch in her stride, another testament to the temporary curative effects of adrenaline. Olivia waited several paces away and dipped slightly as the beach wrestler closed in. Seeing this, Park grit her teeth and took to the skies, vaulting over the Brit’s head with a leapfr--NO!


Olivia stepped back as Yoona went airborne, then doubled over so when Park came down the pit of her damaged knee landed snug across Dare’s neck. Catching Yoona’s hooked leg around the calf in an instant, Olivia curled her free arm around the back of the brunette’s head in a Front Facelock and pulled both grips tight. Yoona groaned, would’ve lost her balance if Dare hadn’t hoisted her up and over in what looked like an incredibly awkward Fisherman’s Suplex. But rather than arch into a bridge, the Oncoming Storm twisted in a tight circle and dropped to her back to THWHUNK the crown of Park’s skull into the mat with ring-shaking force.





QUATERMASS BUSTER @ 00:11

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJmbvMc0N_4





Sat up in the wake of the Quatermass Buster, Yoona reached absently for the ropes, then collapsed onto her back when Dare palmed a shoulder. Sliding around to mount the brunette’s waist, Olivia stretched her stems with a final Double Leg Grapevine but she didn’t bother to control Park’s arms, choosing instead to keep her hands on the canvas while the ref counted…


ONE…

TWO…

THREE!


The bell sounded, Olivia leaned back and put her hands on her hips to take in the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… OLIVIA DARE!”


The ref moved in to help her stand, Dare only shooed him away.


“I can handle this, good sir,” she told him with a smile. “Tend to your other duties, Yoona and I need to have a talk.”


He wasn’t quite sure the brass would smile on such dereliction, so he backed off to the nearest corner. Just in case things got out of hand. Suitably alone with her brunette, Olivia abruptly grabbed Yoona’s wrists and pinned them to the mat. More cheers from the crowd as the victorious blonde resumed her Grapevine, this iteration far more snug than the one that’d ended the match.


“Nnnnnnnggghhhh….. so that’s it… that’s how this is going to end?” Yoona groaned as Olivia ground against her tummy to tummy. “All that talk about masks and the good fight and you’re gonna grind me oouuuuhhhhhh….”


Dare, who’d made some of the best catfighters in the world quiver beneath her touch, showed Yoona some of her technique. “This is just another mask, luv. Another part of that illusion you’re so desperate to maintain. You’ve painted yourself as an insatiable predator, dearie. Surely you’re not surprised to find they enjoy seeing the tables turned?”



Park bit her bottom lip and thrust her hips in an attempt to fight back, but Olivia put a little more pressure on that left knee and her butt ‘smecked’ flat against the mat. “Tuuuhhhh….tables aren’t turned, Dare. I’ve got you right where I mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh oh f*ck you, bytch.”


Olivia cupped Yoona’s chin and twisted her head to the side, giving her one good look at the hard camera before the Blackbird leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Do you still want to fight the best, Yoona Park? To test your skills at the risk of being pinned or submitted or…” the blonde ground against her and Park moaned into Dare’s hair. “Answer quickly luv, they won’t let me play with you forever.”



“Yes,” Park grunted at once. “Win, lose, or f*cked, I want to fight the best. I want to BEAT the best. That includes you, ‘Livvvvvvvvvooooohhhhhh….”



Olivia kept talking, even as she increased the pace of that, ahem, distraction, that kept the FAWNatics from paying any attention to the conversation passing between them. “I’ll spread word in the locker room, float your name to girls who can give you a real test, just know they’re all fighters, Yoona. Each and every one of them. Are you a fighter too? Or are you the damaged ballerina? Or the loopy slut? Which are you, Yoona?”


The heat welling within was almost unbearable, yet Yoona still got the words out. “Fighter,” she croaked. “I’m a fighter!”



Just like that Olivia stopped grinding. She was still close though, as evidenced by the quick kiss she placed on Park’s cheek. “Good. Thank you for an excellent match, Yoona. It was lovely getting to know you.” She pushed up, got to her feet and made a show of adjusting her togs before heading for the ropes.


“Whaaa… hold on!” Park flopped onto her side, watching the Brit go. “You’re leaving? Goddamn it, ‘Liv! If I wanted a tease I would have gone to a fucking titty bar!”

Dare looked over her shoulder, smiling. “You’re not the only one who likes to play pretend, Yoona. Tell Camille she’s welcome. I’ll see you later.” With that she dipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor, leaving Yoona to deal with fires in her mind and loins.



The former she’d tend to eventually, the later would be dealt with as soon as she limped her way through the curtain.