Post by bigfan on Apr 5, 2017 15:02:16 GMT
"Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at 5' 10" and weighs in at 140 lbs, making her debut, one of the world’s top business women, the Israeli Powerhouse, DAYNA ERRRRRRRZAAAAAA!!!"
DAYNA EZRA:
Music played as Dayna entered the ring in business wear and heels along with her assistant, Miss Jones, who carried a briefcase in hand. Dayna stripped her business wear as she walked down the ramp of the arena revealing her ring attire for tonight, a black turtleneck one piece decorated with gems. Right before she entered the ring, she sat down on a chair and instructed Miss Jones to open her suitcase. Inside contained socks, a pair of golden boots and white knee pads which Dayna put on by ringside before entering the ring to compete.
“And her opponent, at five feet seven inches and one hundred twenty eight pounds, from Seoul, South Korea by way of San Diego, California, Yoona Park!”
YOONA PARK:
The upbeat, bubblegum pop music of Girls’ Generation’s “Gee” begin playing over the arena speakers, and Yoona Park stepped through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp a few seconds later. Wearing her customary black bikini bottoms and a dark gray tank top, her usual handwraps were conspicuous in their absence, while her normally bare ankles and feet were heavily taped, leaving only her toes and heels exposed.
After getting an educated medical opinion on the state of Yoona’s feet, Camille had been absolutely insistent on the protective tape. Park had to admit that this gave her more of a fighting chance against certain submission holds that would otherwise be the end of her, though at the same time the thick, sturdy tape somewhat reduced her balance and mobility by limiting the range of motion of her ankles. Nevertheless, Park judged it to be a net gain for her, slightly sacrificing from her strengths in order to substantially shore up her weaknesses.
The reasons for her unprotected hands were far less rational, however. Mostly it was a show of good faith for her girlfriend, who had been pleading with her to incorporate more traditional professional wrestling maneuvers into her repertoire in lieu of her kickboxing and submission based offense. Camille had reasoned that FAWN management would be more willing to move Yoona further up the card if she better fit their expectations of what a wrestler should be. Coupled with the lingering guilt of upsetting her girlfriend with her tactics in her muddy tête-a-tête with Sydney Deschain a couple of months ago, the normally obstinate Korean readily acquiesced to Cosworth teaching her some of the various slams and throws that made Camille a staple on the highlight reels.
She still preferred the visceral thrill of slamming a hard, bony fist into a soft, fleshy face, but Park figured she could indulge those more violent urges in her semi-regular forays into the world of illicit, high-stakes beach fights. For now, she would abide by the wishes of both the brass and her girlfriend, and that meant playing nice like the babiest of babyfaces and not doling out head trauma like candy corn on Halloween.
Puffing out her cheeks and blowing out a breath from between pursed lips, Yoona gave her long, black hair a tousle and then looked at her right wrist. On the inside of her forearm, written in Camille’s script with red marker, were the words:
5 MOVES OF DOOM
STO
Power Slam
Piledriver
Suplex
Springboard Avalanche Inverted Hurricanrana
“God fucking damn it, Cam,” Park muttered to herself with a bemused smirk. “One of those things isn’t like the others.”
Changing her tactics so completely and so abruptly might have been a handicap, but she considered it a modest price to pay to make her girlfriend happy, and if there were any shreds of self-doubt, they were well hidden beneath the swaggering braggadocio of her ring persona.
Singing along to her own entrance theme while she sashayed towards the ring, Yoona drew cheers and whistles from the adoring crowd. The things that had made her unpopular in the locker room -- a penchant both for licentious humiliations and unfiltered, foul-mouthed trash-talk -- seemed to endear her to the fans. Where her fellow wrestlers who shared the ring with her often found her disrespectful and vulgar, the audience found her bawdy and titillating.
Ascending the ring steps and stepping through the top and middle ropes, Yoona treated her admirers to some final cheesecake poses. Her music started to fade out and the referee came over to inspect her for hidden weapons after having already completed his check of Dayna during the Korean’s entrance.
“Hey, what does ‘STO’ even stand for?” Park asked the official.
The man shrugged indifferently and replied, “You might as well ask what ‘FAWN’ stands for.”
“Doesn’t it stand for Female Asso--”
The referee threw a hand signal to the timekeeper, and the sharp ringing of the bell announced the beginning of the match.
Ezra was out of her corner immediately, aggressively stalking towards her opponent. Yoona, however, responded by stepping out onto the apron and languidly leaning against the top rope, forcing the official to come between herself and Dayna.
“Could you do me a favor and take a seat up here?” she asked while stifling a yawn and patting the top turnbuckle. “I wanna try a move. I’ll let you slap me afterwards, it’ll be a totally fair trade!”
As expected, Ezra declined the invitation and the referee made her back up to the middle of the ring, though Park had already taken the opportunity to size up her opponent. Dayna’s size advantage -- a couple of inches and a dozen or so pounds -- was substantial though not overwhelming. Yoona figured by the way she came forward in a slight crouch with her weight on her lead leg and her arms held aloft that Ezra was a grappler, and a skilled one at that.
“Chose a great fucking day to stop kicking bitches in the head,” she sighed, before crouching down and gracefully hurdling over the top rope to re-enter the ring.
Dayna lunged for her again as soon as she touched down, and Yoona spun clear of her grasp with just inches to spare. Working hard to repress her instinct to simply kick out the larger woman’s knees, Park darted in and secured a Side Headlock, grinding her opponent’s head between her right arm and the right side of her ribcage. She was just about to attempt a Headlock Takedown when Ezra looped an arm between her thighs and powered to a stand, thus lifting the Korean high into the air.
For a brief moment, Yoona appeared to be at a loss for what to do as she was lifted onto Dayna’s left shoulder in preparation for what seemed to be a Backdrop Suplex. Fortunately her instincts kicked in just in time, and she released the Headlock and rolled with her momentum to tumble out of Ezra’s grasps with a back somersault. Dayna immediately pivoted around with a crushing Roundhouse Kick aimed at the ribs, but Park’s razor sharp reflexes allowed her to catch the kick with her left arm. In one smooth motion, she hooked her right arm under the crook of Dayna’s knee and twirled to the mat, twisting the captured limb and bringing her foe down with a Dragon Screw.
Ezra allowed herself a soft, agitated hiss as she felt an unpleasant twinge in her right leg. Her opponent was still holding onto her ankle and began setting her up for some sort of submission, but Dayna lashed out with her left leg and booted Park in the gut, both freeing herself and sending Yoona to the canvas once more with a grunt of displeasure.
Both women scrambled upright at the same time, though it was again Dayna who pressed the offensive by rushing forward with her right arm cocked back for a Clothesline. She swung and missed, as Park ducked under the blow while looping an arm of her own across Ezra’s chest and neck.
Yoona kicked her right leg forward and then forcefully swung it back like a scythe to sweep out her foe’s legs. The STO left Dayna horizontal in midair for a heartbeat before she came crashing down, aided by both the pull of gravity and the push of Park’s right arm. It was a brief fall, just fractions of a second, yet Yoona was able to maneuver their bodies in such a way that the back of Ezra’s head smashed against her posted left knee rather than the relatively forgiving mat.
Dayna’s skull bounced off the bony joint with a dull thunk, and she curled into a fetal position with both arms wrapped around her head. Meanwhile, Park eschewed a pin attempt in order to deliver a message to her girlfriend backstage.
“Babe, just so we’re clear, I didn't knee her in the head, she headed me in the knee,” she said to a ringside camera with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
Yoona licked her left thumb and scrubbed ‘STO’ off her right wrist, leaving behind only an amorphous red smear in its place, then she hooked her hands under Ezra’s arms and started dragging her opponent upright. She was too lackadaisical, however, and she paid the price when Dayna planted both hands on her hips, shot up to a stand, and tossed her high into the air with a Pop-Up. Park flailed helplessly in midair, though her striker’s instinct still allowed her to somehow roll with the blow when Ezra rattled her skull with a European Uppercut just as she was making her descent.
The Korean miraculously landed on her feet, although Dayna’s signature Make-It-Rain combination left her punch drunk and stumbling aimlessly.
“What the fuck…” Yoona slurred. “You’re not even Euro -- NNRGH!”
She never got to finish her thought as Dayna nearly impaled her with a Spear so vicious that the FAWNatics OHHHH’ed with empathetic pain. Each of Yoona’s limbs seemed to explode outwards in a separate direction at the moment of impact, and then she laid lifeless as Ezra drove her to the mat and laid on top of her for the cover. With the crowd still buzzing with excitement, Dayna closed her eyes and mentally counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
There was still no bell, however, so Ezra opened her eyes, craned her head around, and directed a questioning glare at the referee. To her surprise, the official wordlessly gestured towards Park’s far leg with a nod of his head, and it was only then that Dayna noticed that her opponent’s ankle was draped on the bottom rope. She didn’t know whether Yoona had gotten a rope break by ring savvy or lucky accident, and quite frankly, she didn’t care.
Dayna stood up and hung the half-broken Yoona on the ropes. With no warning whatsoever, the menacing Erza began nailing Knee Strikes to Yoona's ribs like a tenderiser. Park's face wrinkled with anguish with each incoming blow.
“Nnnrrrggghhh… what kind of fucking asshole spams Knee Strikes in a wrestling match...” she groaned after the barrage finally ceased.
Erza peeled Yoona's arm off the ropes and forcefully whipped her across ring and followed mid-way. Not being able to think properly after what felt like a thousand shots to the ribs, Yoona just followed where the force was taking her. Dayna stood by in the middle and when her foe came rebounding back off the ropes, Dayna's arm went between Yoona's legs and flipped her over in a mighty Power Slam with one swift motion. Maintaining the position she was in, Dayna went for another cover by hooking Yoona's leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOO!!!
Yoona kicked out of yet another close fall.
"Is that wha...*coughs*...*cough*. ..what you got?" Yoona muttered in defiance.
"Let's see how long you can put up with that cocky attitude," Erza growled as she picked Yoona up into a Front Facelock.
She draped Yoona's limp arm over her back and hauled her into the air for 5 seconds before nailing her with a Vertical Suplex. Yoona's body bounced off the deck with the impact, causing her to sit up before slumping back onto the mat shortly after. The enraged Erza was not simply going to let her cocky opponent get away with a pinfall before beating some humility into her. Never has Dayna let a disobedient staff off with a slap on the wrists. Not in her company, and definitely not in the ring. Yoona rolled onto her belly and propped herself up with her elbows, still shaking the stars out of her head.
"Come on. Get up. You need to be disciplined."
Dayna tapped the back of Yoona's head in a condescending manner as Yoona struggled onto one knee. Barely on her feet, Dayna surprised Yoona by tugging her bottoms and pulling her into a reverse Bearhug. Yoona gasped as her feet were lifted off the ground by a pair of strong, constricting arms, her legs flared in multiple directions, and her arms pushed off against Dayna's grip as hard as possible. Escape seemed possible until the larger Dayna started swinging Yoona around like a ragdoll, sapping her energy with each swing. As if that were not enough, Dayna charged and rammed Park's chest and belly into the turnbuckle.
Yoona's body grew limped as drool trickled down from her mouth onto her sweaty boobs, or what Camille once affectionately dubbed 'swoobs.' Ezra held on through the collision, then she backed up to the middle of the ring and dashed forward again to crush her opponent against the turnbuckles once more. This time, however, Park managed to wrap both arms around the ropes to stay anchored to the corner. Dayna tried to wrench her free before the referee stepped in after a five-count and forced the Israeli powerhouse to back off and retreat to the opposite corner.
The official commanded Ezra to halt her attack until her opponent was off the ropes, but she was not in a charitable mood. She shoved the man aside and took off in a sprint, aiming to shatter Park’s spine with another Spear to the back. Yoona must have heard the footsteps though, as she leapt up into the air without turning around and unfurled her legs into a pair of splits so that each ankle was resting on a steel cable on either side of the top buckle. She managed to get up just in time for Ezra to pass under her splayed legs, leaving Dayna to slam shoulder-first into the ring post just above the middle ropes.
Ezra roared in pain, anger, and frustration as a vile bolt of pain shot through her right shoulder, rendering her momentarily too overcome by agony to extricate herself from the corner. Meanwhile, Park was catching her breath from her split-legged perch above.
“Van Damme’ed, motherfucker!” Yoona shouted as she reached down to playfully tousle Dayna’s hair, earning an irritated growl from the still-recovering wrestler and a cheer from the fans.
Sensing that the the collision wouldn’t keep Ezra down for too much longer, Park gracefully dismounted from her spot on the ropes and wrapped her arms around her opponent’s waist. She used the rear Waistlock to drag Dayna away from the corner, and then with a loud grunt of exertion, Yoona bridged backwards to lift the larger wrestler into the air before sending Ezra over, back, and down with a German Suplex.
It was a somewhat sloppy effort -- hardly anything that would make Wendy Smith jealous -- and Park didn’t even hold the bridge for a pin, but that didn’t make the throw any less traumatizing to Dayna’s already aching shoulder. Fortunately, her opponent seemed to be in no rush to press the advantage.
“Another one bites the dust,” Park said to no one in particular as she nonchalantly climbed upright and scrubbed the word ‘Suplex’ off her forearm.
Shortly afterwards, Dayna managed to push up to her haunches, a scowl on her face and rage in her eyes. She tried to slug Yoona in the gut with her left hand when the Korean approached, but Park blocked the effort by casually raising a thigh, then took control of her right arm and dragged her up by the injured limb. Still holding onto Dayna’s right wrist, Yoona squatted down slightly to gather herself before she launched into a vertical leap. She wrapped her knees around Ezra’s head at the peak of her jump, trapping her opponent’s arm between her thighs in the process, and then she threw herself into a backflip to rip Dayna off the deck.
Park grunted as she landed on the canvas with a painful belly flop, but that discomfort was more than worth it in exchange for driving the crown of Ezra’s skull into the mat. Even better was the fact that her opponent’s head and arm were still in her grasps, and Yoona took advantage by rolling over onto her back and immediately transitioning her modified Hurricanrana into a textbook Triangle Choke by crossing her ankles behind Dayna’s neck.
“I didn’t know you could flip like that,” the referee mused.
“It’s sexually transmitted,” Park replied as she gave Ezra’s right arm a savage twist, eliciting a snarl from the trapped wrestler.
Dayna repeatedly slammed left fists into Yoona’s flanks, though from her awkward position she couldn’t put much power into the blows and the Korean wrestler only squeezed harder with her legs. Even so, Ezra was strong enough to fight her way into a crouching position and get her feet underneath her. It did nothing to loosen the Triangle Choke directly, but it did stack Yoona onto her shoulders thereby putting her in a pinning predicament.
The official dropped down and counted out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Park lifted her left shoulder slightly off the canvas to break the pin, dismissing her opponent’s efforts with a disdainful roll of her eyes. Still maintaining her Triangle Choke with her legs, Yoona switched to a one-handed grip on Dayna’s wrist and rubbed the words ‘Springboard Avalanche Inverted Hurricanrana’ off of her arm, causing the referee to lightly scoff in derision.
“Close enough, dickwad!” Park snapped at the man. “Stop judging me and ask her if she submits!”
“Do I look like I want to submit?!” Ezra growled before the official could even utter a sound.
Clasping her left hand on her own right forearm for extra leverage, Dayna powered to a standing position, lifted her captor five feet off the mat, and then threw Yoona back down with an improvised Power Bomb. Park gasped in pain but still did not release the Triangle Choke, so Ezra repeated the maneuver again and then again. The third time was the charm as the Korean finally relinquished her hold, and then both women collapsed to the mat.
“You stubborn sack of shit…” Yoona groaned as she attempted to crawl to her hands and knees. “...always trying to fucking ice skate uphill…”
The referee began counting as both woman crawled to their feet. Dayna clutched her injured shoulder hard as she got up. Noticing Dayna's debilitating injury, Yoona charged at her, hoping the element of surprise would bring her larger opponent down. However, it was Yoona who was surprised when Dayna turned around and smacked a Big Boot right in her face, causing her to flip inside out. She laid on the ground with eyes wide open and in disbelief that the Israeli Powerhouse has so much fuel left in her. Dayna panted as she walked towards Yoona's lifeless body and pulled her head up.
"This is what you get for being rude!" Dayna snarled at Yoona, face-to-face.
Park, bumptious and brash as always, was not shaken by the domineering words of Dayna. Instead, she smirked and spat on the face of Dayna, enraging her.
"Now you've done it!"
Ezra pulled her upright and draped Yoona across her shoulders for the Torture Rack that served as a prelude to the Burning Hammer which she dubbed Rainmaker. She barely got her load up, however, when pain suddenly struck her injured shoulder, causing Dayna to drop Yoona to the ground before kneeling and grasping her right shoulder in pain.
Park scrambled to her feet, took control of her opponent’s right wrist once more, and dragged Dayna to a stand. Turning around so that she had her back to Ezra, Yoona raised Dayna’s arm high overhead and then yanked it down, using her own shoulder as fulcrum to do even more damage to the injured limb. Dayna had to bite down on her bottom lip to curtail her howls of pain when Park repeated the vicious maneuver two more times before flipping her to the canvas with a judo throw.
Looking for a submission and not ippon, Yoona hauled the Israeli to a sitting position and twisted her right arm behind her back with a tight Hammerlock. Dayna gnashed her teeth and shook her head to preempt any attempt by the referee to ask if she wanted to surrender the match. Park was forcing her trapped arm farther and farther up, however, and Ezra had no choice but to struggle to her feet and alleviate some of the pressure, lest her shoulder be completely dislocated.
As soon as the taller wrestler was completely vertical, Yoona switched to a one-handed grip on the Hammerlock. With her free right arm, Park leaned across and reached over to tuck the crook of Dayna’s left arm under her right armpit. Ezra immediately knew what her opponent was trying to do, and she flexed and stiffened her core muscles in an attempt to prevent Yoona from completing the Abdominal Stretch.
For a minute or so Dayna resisted, and it seemed like her strength advantage would be enough to at least stalemate her smaller opponent. Both wrestlers struggled in silence, save for the sounds of their heavy breathing. Eventually, it was Yoona who made a breakthrough when she reached down with her right hand and resecured a two-handed grip on the Hammerlock, and then hooked her left leg over Ezra’s left hip. This gave her the leverage she needed to overcome Dayna’s resistance, and little by little, she slowly bent Ezra back and to the side, painfully stretching out her abdominal muscles.
Dayna squeezed her eyes shut as the FAWNatics began chanting for her to tap, although with both arms trapped she could do no such thing even if she wanted to. Forcing steel into her voice, she rasped a defiant refusal to submit, both for the benefit of the referee and herself. Whether in the executive boardroom or in the ring, Ezra thought it was paramount to always project an image of strength and dominance, and in her current predicament she was doing anything but. Soon the fire in her midsection grew to match that in her shoulder, and she was suddenly very glad that her one piece ring attire prevented anyone from seeing how her abdominal muscles were rippling and spasming under the incredible strain.
“Hey, I think she’s dead!” Yoona scoffed. “She’s not making funny noises anymore!”
Something in the mocking tone of her opponent’s voice triggered Dayna’s second wind. She opened her eyes and directed a withering stare at the referee so baleful that the official did not dare to ask if she wanted to give up. Forcing her mind to be analytical in spite of the agony, Ezra mentally took stock of her situation. Three of her limbs were tied up, so her only recourse was to lift her right leg and stomp down on Yoona’s foot.
“AAHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCK!” Park screeched as she immediately abandoned her submission hold.
Eyes watering in pain, she awkwardly hopped on her left foot while clutching her right with both hands, although the protective tape around her ankles and instep thankfully prevented any lasting injury.Yoona skittered about for a good fifteen seconds as the fans groaned sympathetically, and that was all the time Dayna needed to gather herself and launch forward in another Spear to her opponent’s gut. Ezra had to lead with her left shoulder rather than her injured right, and combined with her weakened core muscles this robbed her attack of its typical explosiveness, but Park was still left devastated in its wake.
Dayna rose to one knee with her left arm swaddled against her cramping abdomen, panting heavily as thin rivulets of sweat ran down her face before dripping off the tip of her nose and chin and coalescing into miniature puddles on the canvas. She gingerly rolled her right shoulder and grimaced from the pain, all the while keeping a wary eye on her opponent who was moaning and weakly writhing on the mat a couple of feet away.
The searing pain in Ezra’s shoulder had faded to a dull throb by the time Park staggered to her feet, and Dayna stalked over and trapped Yoona’s head under her left arm with a Front Facelock. Next she threw the Korean’s right arm over her neck, grabbed a handful of black trunks, and tried to hoist her opponent up for another vertical suplex. She couldn’t get her load more than a foot off the mat, however, as the strain of the lift caused the agony to flare up again in her shoulder and her gut. Letting loose a frustrated snarl, Dayna slammed a knee into Yoona’s gut to keep her pliant, and then quickly switched the Front Facelock from left to right.
With her right arm still hanging loosely around Park’s neck, Ezra grabbed another handful of her opponent’s trunks, this time with her left hand. In a spectacular show of strength that drew gasps from the crowd, Dayna hauled Yoona into the air with only her left hand before popping her hips and laying out on her back. Park grunted loudly as she bounced a couple of inches after the one-armed Snap Suplex, then she laid in a heap as Ezra crawled on top of her for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
It wasn’t much, but the resilient Korean wrestler managed to once again lift a shoulder off the mat. More angry now than she had been in ages, Ezra promptly got up and began trying to stomp a mudhole in her opponent, laying down boot after boot after boot until Yoona managed to crawl and roll her way to the safety of a corner. The referee forced her to offer a five second stay of execution, so Dayna went to the other side of the ring to address her assistant.
“Jones!” she barked. “Cold spray!”
The young woman dug into her ever-present attaché case, produced a small aerosol can, and lobbed it to her employer who caught it one-handed. Ezra grimaced as she emptied the contents onto her right shoulder, the puff of mist so cold that it burned, briefly forming a translucent layer of frost on her olive skin. The spray did nothing to repair the damage to the joint, but it did numb the pain, and that was all Dayna needed to put away her opponent for good.
“Fuck, she has healing sprays?!” Park groaned in disbelief from the opposite corner. “That’s not fair! Jones, give me a senzu bean!”
Jones was about to respond with something, but her boss cut her off by tossing the empty can at her. Dayna gingerly lifted her right arm over her head a few times, and apparently satisfied with the condition of the limb, she menacingly walked towards Yoona who was still in the corner. Not wanting to get caught between a rock and a hard place, Park charged forward to engage in a Collar and Elbow tie-up in an attempt to give herself some room by driving her opponent to the center of the ring.
Ezra’s forward momentum and strength advantage proved to be too much to overcome, especially having regained some degree of function in her right arm, and she didn’t have much of a problem manhandling her smaller opponent before hoisting Park up onto her shoulders for another Torture Rack. She was more successful this time, though not by much, as Yoona slammed an elbow into the side of her head barely moments before she could lay out on her side and complete her Rainmaker finisher. Stunned by the hit, Dayna loosened her grips on Yoona’s thigh and neck, thereby letting the Korean escape out the back with a tumble to the mats.
Park barrel rolled to a safe distance as soon as she was on the deck, realizing that trying to grapple such a powerful foe was futile. She looked at the two remaining moves still written on her arm and cracked a wry grin.
“Sorry, Cam. Gonna have to win this my way, but three out of five ain’t bad, right?” she chuckled to herself.
Ezra was standing on the other side of the ring, coiled into an athletic crouch while staring daggers at her opponent. Yoona knew that getting up would likely result in eating yet another Spear, so being the pragmatic woman that she was, she simply decided to not get up. Instead she laid on her back and stretched her limbs as if awakening from a long nap, then she rolled onto her right side, propped an elbow on the ground, and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand.
“Draw me like one of your French girls,” Park said to her opponent with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows.
“Get up,” demanded a wholly unamused Dayna, to which the response was an upturned middle finger.
Her patience wearing thin at the continuous disrespect, Ezra dashed across the ring and directed a powerful Soccer Kick at her opponent’s head. Yoona brought both arms in front of her face to block the blow, though the terrible impact left a sickly looking bruise on her forearm and rolled her onto her back. Dayna immediately followed up by stomping her right boot into the Korean’s chest, drawing an agonized yowl, but Park’s right hand latched onto her ankle, preventing her from lifting her leg and stomping again.
Before the Israeli Powerhouse could make a countermove, Yoona grabbed her left ankle as well and popped to a stand, pulling Dayna’s legs out from under her and dumping her to the mat. This left Ezra on her back with her legs raised in a V, while Park was standing above her with arms crossed and holding onto her ankles. Yoona stepped through Dayna’s legs, putting her right foot next to her opponent’s right hip, and then uncrossed her arms which in turn crossed Ezra’s legs left over right around her own.
“Gotcha!” Park exclaimed with a triumphant smile.
For a moment it seemed as if she would go for a Sharpshooter, but instead of turning her opponent over and squatting down, Yoona instead hooked her left knee over Dayna’s left shin to keep the gammy knot in place while switching to a two-handed grip on Ezra’s right foot. Then in one smooth motion Park spun down to the mat, turning onto her left side to put Dayna onto her right.
Ezra hissed a sharp intake of breath through her teeth, feeling the strain on her left hip and knee as that leg was folded at an unpleasant angle over both her own right thigh and Park’s intruding right shin. More concerning, however, was the fact that Yoona had her right leg stretched out and was savagely twisting her right foot, putting joint-shredding torque on both the ankle and the knee.
“This is for stomping on my foot, asshat!”
Determined not to appear weak by letting her opponent or the FAWNatics hear her cry out in pain, Dayna clenched her jaw and gnashed her teeth. Every effort to wrench her legs free of the diabolical hold only exacerbated the agony, so Ezra began dragging herself towards the ropes, a task that was made more difficult both by her injured shoulder and the additional weight of the woman tied to her legs.
“It’s called a Sambo Leg Knot,” Park explained in a condescendingly cheerful tone even as she continued to work the submission. “I just learned this one a couple of weeks ago, so you should be honored to be my first official victim! You can have that engraved on your cast when I snap both your legs at the same time!”
“Shut up,” Dayna growled both at her opponent and the very concerned looking referee who was about to ask for her surrender.
Trusting her legs to hold up against the strain, Ezra silently shook her head and then redoubled her efforts to crawl to safety. Progress was slow, and Dayna lost track of how long it took, but inch by inch she was able to drag herself towards the ropes with the gibbering Korean in tow, leaving a trail of sweat smeared on the mat behind them.
“Break,” she quietly grunted as soon as her right hand clasped around the bottom cable.
To the surprise of everyone in the building, Yoona immediately released the hold without milking the official’s five-count, as she figured it would be good babyface karma to offset nearly crippling her opponent just moments before.
“Doesn’t matter,” Park said nonchalantly as she rolled to the center of the ring and casually laid on the canvas while examining her manicure. “You know I’ll just put you in that hold again.”
Dayna didn’t offer any riposte, instead holding out her hand in a silent demand for another can of cold spray, which her dutiful assistant quickly fulfilled. Ezra gave a few quick puffs to her left hip and both knees, then she removed her right boot, rolled down her sock, and used the remainder onto her ankle. Her joints would likely swell and stiffen later on, but the spray would at least delay the onset for an hour or so, giving her enough time to finish the match.
“Oh, come on!” Yoona protested while still lounging on the mat. “That’s gotta be against the fucking rules!”
“Fair game,” the official replied with a shrug. “It’s not a weapon and she’s not using it to attack you.”
“Ugh, goddamn it! Could someone at least give me a green herb or something?!”
“Marijuana is on FAWN’s banned substances list unless you have a valid medical prescription,” the referee gently chided.
“What?!” Park snapped back, her face contorting in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?! Who said anything about weed?!”
Meanwhile, Ezra had finished tending to her aches, put her boot back on, and climbed upright. Unlike her earlier displays of aggression, she opted for a more cautious approach and circled in a wide arc around her opponent. Dayna wasn't eager to get her leg caught in another bear trap, and she deliberately paced around the entire perimeter of the ring, probing for a blind spot in Yoona’s guard.
At first it appeared that the Korean was willing to play the waiting game, pivoting around on her rump so that she could keep eyes on her opponent. After a couple minutes of this weird stalemate, however, the crowd was getting restless and Park was getting bored. She clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken, earning a few tittering laughs from the audience, but Dayna adamantly refused to engage on Yoona’s terms.
Eventually, Park relented and got to her feet with an exasperated groan and a roll of her eyes. The disdainful look was still on her face when Ezra rushed her with a ferocious snarl. The accumulated wear and tear on her body slowed Dayna’s signature Spear considerably, however, and while her left shoulder still found its target in Yoona’s gut, Park was able to react by simultaneously an arm around her neck to trap her in a Front Facelock.
Yoona rolled with the impact and fell to the mat, this time dragging Ezra with her and spiking Dayna’s head into the deck with a DDT counter to the Spear. For a short time both wrestlers were down in the center of the ring, one cradling her ribs and the other cradling her head. The referee began his ten-count towards the always despised double knockout, but fortunately Park crawled to her knees with three ticks to go and Ezra rose to a seat shortly afterwards.
Noticing their position in the center of the ring far from any ropes, Yoona quickly scrambled to take a seat in her opponent’s lap. Face to face and chest to chest, Park wrapped her legs around Dayna’s waist for a Bodyscissor while at the same time looping her arms around Ezra’s biceps to trap the larger wrestler in a Double Underhook. With both parts of the Butterfly Lock in place, Yoona crossed her ankles, leaned backwards, and yanked on her opponent’s arms as hard as she could.
Dayna let loose an anguished roar that was muffled against the side of Park’s rib cage. Being bent forward and crunched in half was doing unpleasant things to her spine, but that was nothing compared to the explosion of pain in her shoulder. She couldn't see the referee so she just furiously shook her head as a preemptive refusal to surrender. Clenching her fists and taking a few rapid, panting breaths, she wrested her left arm free from Yoona’s clutches with a sudden burst of strength.
That minor progress turned out to fool’s gold, however, when Park doubled up her grip on Dayna’s right wrist, and a ruthless yank and twist made the inferno in Ezra’s shoulder burn hotter than ever. Enraged and hurting, Dayna repeatedly drove her left fist into the mat, both to vent her frustration and to rally her reserves of strength.
Her efforts were curtailed, however, by the shrill ringing of the timekeeper’s bell. Neither wrestler reacted to it at first, and the significance of the noise didn't seem to sink in until the announcer boomed…
“Your winner, by submission, Yoona Park!”
A moment later the referee was demanding Yoona release her hold, which she did with no small amount of confusion. The fans didn't seem sure what happened either, offering only a subdued smattering of cheers and applause.
“That wasn't a submission, you incompetent clod!” Dayna snarled to the official as she shot upright, suddenly forgetting her various aches and pains.
“My job is to protect my charges,” the man said as he held up his hands in a placating gesture. “When she's working over your injured shoulder in the middle of the ring, I’m always going to err on the side of caution.”
It was a rational explanation, but Ezra was not in a rational mood. She went nose to nose with the man, nostrils flaring in anger and eyes flashing with hate, seemingly just a hair trigger away from violently protesting the decision then and there.
“Quit your bitching,” Yoona scoffed as she gingerly stepped through the ropes and onto the apron. “You got tapped and everyone saw it.”
That was the last straw for Dayna. Her rage immediately shifted to Park, and in the blink of an eye she pivoted in her stance and nailed an unsuspecting Yoona with the most powerful Spear of the night right through the ropes. The devastating impact sent Park flying off the apron, and she suffered a second collision when her back slammed against the steel barricade in front of the first row of fans. Yoona yelped once, then collapsed into a boneless heap on the floor as the fans vociferously booed Ezra’s poor sportsmanship.
Dayna didn't care though. She was in FAWN to dominate, not to make friends, and that meant sending a message after victory was stolen from her. Ezra climbed out of the ring, took position a few feet in front of Park, and menacingly waited for yet another Spear opportunity.
“Come on, get up! Get up! GET UP!” she yelled, uncharacteristically letting her anger boil over rather than keeping it at a simmer.
It took quite some time, but Yoona laboriously crawled to hands and knees, and then started struggling upright despite the imminent danger.
“Do… Do your worst,” she groaned. “You’ll still be a fucking loser…”
With a murderous snarl on her lips, Dayna crouched down and prepared to launch, but she aborted when she felt a hand clasp around her left bicep. She rose to full height and turned to face her meddling assistant, her fury so intense that it was practically palpable.
“Ms. Ezra! The match is over! Attacking a coworker outside the settings of an officially sanctioned match would be an egregious violation of Section 8 of your FAWN contract! Clause 13 clearly states that --”
“You're fired, Jones.”
“But -- but -- !”
“You. Are. Fired. Leave my things and get out of here. Now!”
Jones realized it would be hazardous to argue further, so she did as she was told and melted away into the audience after clumsily clambering over the steel barricade. With her erstwhile assistant disposed of, Dayna turned her attention back to Yoona, only to find Park surrounded by a small horde of security and medical personnel.
A quartet of men helped Yoona onto a stretcher, and then started carrying her back up the entrance ramp. Defiant and irreverent even when broken and battered, Park snatched a pair of sunglasses from a security guard, pushed them onto her face, and raised a pair of middle fingers to her opponent.
The crowd treated Yoona to an ovation for her gesture as she was carried through the curtains and out of view, leaving Dayna still on the floor, silently fuming and perhaps plotting her retribution.
DAYNA EZRA:
Music played as Dayna entered the ring in business wear and heels along with her assistant, Miss Jones, who carried a briefcase in hand. Dayna stripped her business wear as she walked down the ramp of the arena revealing her ring attire for tonight, a black turtleneck one piece decorated with gems. Right before she entered the ring, she sat down on a chair and instructed Miss Jones to open her suitcase. Inside contained socks, a pair of golden boots and white knee pads which Dayna put on by ringside before entering the ring to compete.
“And her opponent, at five feet seven inches and one hundred twenty eight pounds, from Seoul, South Korea by way of San Diego, California, Yoona Park!”
YOONA PARK:
The upbeat, bubblegum pop music of Girls’ Generation’s “Gee” begin playing over the arena speakers, and Yoona Park stepped through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp a few seconds later. Wearing her customary black bikini bottoms and a dark gray tank top, her usual handwraps were conspicuous in their absence, while her normally bare ankles and feet were heavily taped, leaving only her toes and heels exposed.
After getting an educated medical opinion on the state of Yoona’s feet, Camille had been absolutely insistent on the protective tape. Park had to admit that this gave her more of a fighting chance against certain submission holds that would otherwise be the end of her, though at the same time the thick, sturdy tape somewhat reduced her balance and mobility by limiting the range of motion of her ankles. Nevertheless, Park judged it to be a net gain for her, slightly sacrificing from her strengths in order to substantially shore up her weaknesses.
The reasons for her unprotected hands were far less rational, however. Mostly it was a show of good faith for her girlfriend, who had been pleading with her to incorporate more traditional professional wrestling maneuvers into her repertoire in lieu of her kickboxing and submission based offense. Camille had reasoned that FAWN management would be more willing to move Yoona further up the card if she better fit their expectations of what a wrestler should be. Coupled with the lingering guilt of upsetting her girlfriend with her tactics in her muddy tête-a-tête with Sydney Deschain a couple of months ago, the normally obstinate Korean readily acquiesced to Cosworth teaching her some of the various slams and throws that made Camille a staple on the highlight reels.
She still preferred the visceral thrill of slamming a hard, bony fist into a soft, fleshy face, but Park figured she could indulge those more violent urges in her semi-regular forays into the world of illicit, high-stakes beach fights. For now, she would abide by the wishes of both the brass and her girlfriend, and that meant playing nice like the babiest of babyfaces and not doling out head trauma like candy corn on Halloween.
Puffing out her cheeks and blowing out a breath from between pursed lips, Yoona gave her long, black hair a tousle and then looked at her right wrist. On the inside of her forearm, written in Camille’s script with red marker, were the words:
5 MOVES OF DOOM
STO
Power Slam
Piledriver
Suplex
Springboard Avalanche Inverted Hurricanrana
“God fucking damn it, Cam,” Park muttered to herself with a bemused smirk. “One of those things isn’t like the others.”
Changing her tactics so completely and so abruptly might have been a handicap, but she considered it a modest price to pay to make her girlfriend happy, and if there were any shreds of self-doubt, they were well hidden beneath the swaggering braggadocio of her ring persona.
Singing along to her own entrance theme while she sashayed towards the ring, Yoona drew cheers and whistles from the adoring crowd. The things that had made her unpopular in the locker room -- a penchant both for licentious humiliations and unfiltered, foul-mouthed trash-talk -- seemed to endear her to the fans. Where her fellow wrestlers who shared the ring with her often found her disrespectful and vulgar, the audience found her bawdy and titillating.
Ascending the ring steps and stepping through the top and middle ropes, Yoona treated her admirers to some final cheesecake poses. Her music started to fade out and the referee came over to inspect her for hidden weapons after having already completed his check of Dayna during the Korean’s entrance.
“Hey, what does ‘STO’ even stand for?” Park asked the official.
The man shrugged indifferently and replied, “You might as well ask what ‘FAWN’ stands for.”
“Doesn’t it stand for Female Asso--”
The referee threw a hand signal to the timekeeper, and the sharp ringing of the bell announced the beginning of the match.
Ezra was out of her corner immediately, aggressively stalking towards her opponent. Yoona, however, responded by stepping out onto the apron and languidly leaning against the top rope, forcing the official to come between herself and Dayna.
“Could you do me a favor and take a seat up here?” she asked while stifling a yawn and patting the top turnbuckle. “I wanna try a move. I’ll let you slap me afterwards, it’ll be a totally fair trade!”
As expected, Ezra declined the invitation and the referee made her back up to the middle of the ring, though Park had already taken the opportunity to size up her opponent. Dayna’s size advantage -- a couple of inches and a dozen or so pounds -- was substantial though not overwhelming. Yoona figured by the way she came forward in a slight crouch with her weight on her lead leg and her arms held aloft that Ezra was a grappler, and a skilled one at that.
“Chose a great fucking day to stop kicking bitches in the head,” she sighed, before crouching down and gracefully hurdling over the top rope to re-enter the ring.
Dayna lunged for her again as soon as she touched down, and Yoona spun clear of her grasp with just inches to spare. Working hard to repress her instinct to simply kick out the larger woman’s knees, Park darted in and secured a Side Headlock, grinding her opponent’s head between her right arm and the right side of her ribcage. She was just about to attempt a Headlock Takedown when Ezra looped an arm between her thighs and powered to a stand, thus lifting the Korean high into the air.
For a brief moment, Yoona appeared to be at a loss for what to do as she was lifted onto Dayna’s left shoulder in preparation for what seemed to be a Backdrop Suplex. Fortunately her instincts kicked in just in time, and she released the Headlock and rolled with her momentum to tumble out of Ezra’s grasps with a back somersault. Dayna immediately pivoted around with a crushing Roundhouse Kick aimed at the ribs, but Park’s razor sharp reflexes allowed her to catch the kick with her left arm. In one smooth motion, she hooked her right arm under the crook of Dayna’s knee and twirled to the mat, twisting the captured limb and bringing her foe down with a Dragon Screw.
Ezra allowed herself a soft, agitated hiss as she felt an unpleasant twinge in her right leg. Her opponent was still holding onto her ankle and began setting her up for some sort of submission, but Dayna lashed out with her left leg and booted Park in the gut, both freeing herself and sending Yoona to the canvas once more with a grunt of displeasure.
Both women scrambled upright at the same time, though it was again Dayna who pressed the offensive by rushing forward with her right arm cocked back for a Clothesline. She swung and missed, as Park ducked under the blow while looping an arm of her own across Ezra’s chest and neck.
Yoona kicked her right leg forward and then forcefully swung it back like a scythe to sweep out her foe’s legs. The STO left Dayna horizontal in midair for a heartbeat before she came crashing down, aided by both the pull of gravity and the push of Park’s right arm. It was a brief fall, just fractions of a second, yet Yoona was able to maneuver their bodies in such a way that the back of Ezra’s head smashed against her posted left knee rather than the relatively forgiving mat.
Dayna’s skull bounced off the bony joint with a dull thunk, and she curled into a fetal position with both arms wrapped around her head. Meanwhile, Park eschewed a pin attempt in order to deliver a message to her girlfriend backstage.
“Babe, just so we’re clear, I didn't knee her in the head, she headed me in the knee,” she said to a ringside camera with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
Yoona licked her left thumb and scrubbed ‘STO’ off her right wrist, leaving behind only an amorphous red smear in its place, then she hooked her hands under Ezra’s arms and started dragging her opponent upright. She was too lackadaisical, however, and she paid the price when Dayna planted both hands on her hips, shot up to a stand, and tossed her high into the air with a Pop-Up. Park flailed helplessly in midair, though her striker’s instinct still allowed her to somehow roll with the blow when Ezra rattled her skull with a European Uppercut just as she was making her descent.
The Korean miraculously landed on her feet, although Dayna’s signature Make-It-Rain combination left her punch drunk and stumbling aimlessly.
“What the fuck…” Yoona slurred. “You’re not even Euro -- NNRGH!”
She never got to finish her thought as Dayna nearly impaled her with a Spear so vicious that the FAWNatics OHHHH’ed with empathetic pain. Each of Yoona’s limbs seemed to explode outwards in a separate direction at the moment of impact, and then she laid lifeless as Ezra drove her to the mat and laid on top of her for the cover. With the crowd still buzzing with excitement, Dayna closed her eyes and mentally counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
There was still no bell, however, so Ezra opened her eyes, craned her head around, and directed a questioning glare at the referee. To her surprise, the official wordlessly gestured towards Park’s far leg with a nod of his head, and it was only then that Dayna noticed that her opponent’s ankle was draped on the bottom rope. She didn’t know whether Yoona had gotten a rope break by ring savvy or lucky accident, and quite frankly, she didn’t care.
Dayna stood up and hung the half-broken Yoona on the ropes. With no warning whatsoever, the menacing Erza began nailing Knee Strikes to Yoona's ribs like a tenderiser. Park's face wrinkled with anguish with each incoming blow.
“Nnnrrrggghhh… what kind of fucking asshole spams Knee Strikes in a wrestling match...” she groaned after the barrage finally ceased.
Erza peeled Yoona's arm off the ropes and forcefully whipped her across ring and followed mid-way. Not being able to think properly after what felt like a thousand shots to the ribs, Yoona just followed where the force was taking her. Dayna stood by in the middle and when her foe came rebounding back off the ropes, Dayna's arm went between Yoona's legs and flipped her over in a mighty Power Slam with one swift motion. Maintaining the position she was in, Dayna went for another cover by hooking Yoona's leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THREENOOO!!!
Yoona kicked out of yet another close fall.
"Is that wha...*coughs*...*cough*. ..what you got?" Yoona muttered in defiance.
"Let's see how long you can put up with that cocky attitude," Erza growled as she picked Yoona up into a Front Facelock.
She draped Yoona's limp arm over her back and hauled her into the air for 5 seconds before nailing her with a Vertical Suplex. Yoona's body bounced off the deck with the impact, causing her to sit up before slumping back onto the mat shortly after. The enraged Erza was not simply going to let her cocky opponent get away with a pinfall before beating some humility into her. Never has Dayna let a disobedient staff off with a slap on the wrists. Not in her company, and definitely not in the ring. Yoona rolled onto her belly and propped herself up with her elbows, still shaking the stars out of her head.
"Come on. Get up. You need to be disciplined."
Dayna tapped the back of Yoona's head in a condescending manner as Yoona struggled onto one knee. Barely on her feet, Dayna surprised Yoona by tugging her bottoms and pulling her into a reverse Bearhug. Yoona gasped as her feet were lifted off the ground by a pair of strong, constricting arms, her legs flared in multiple directions, and her arms pushed off against Dayna's grip as hard as possible. Escape seemed possible until the larger Dayna started swinging Yoona around like a ragdoll, sapping her energy with each swing. As if that were not enough, Dayna charged and rammed Park's chest and belly into the turnbuckle.
Yoona's body grew limped as drool trickled down from her mouth onto her sweaty boobs, or what Camille once affectionately dubbed 'swoobs.' Ezra held on through the collision, then she backed up to the middle of the ring and dashed forward again to crush her opponent against the turnbuckles once more. This time, however, Park managed to wrap both arms around the ropes to stay anchored to the corner. Dayna tried to wrench her free before the referee stepped in after a five-count and forced the Israeli powerhouse to back off and retreat to the opposite corner.
The official commanded Ezra to halt her attack until her opponent was off the ropes, but she was not in a charitable mood. She shoved the man aside and took off in a sprint, aiming to shatter Park’s spine with another Spear to the back. Yoona must have heard the footsteps though, as she leapt up into the air without turning around and unfurled her legs into a pair of splits so that each ankle was resting on a steel cable on either side of the top buckle. She managed to get up just in time for Ezra to pass under her splayed legs, leaving Dayna to slam shoulder-first into the ring post just above the middle ropes.
Ezra roared in pain, anger, and frustration as a vile bolt of pain shot through her right shoulder, rendering her momentarily too overcome by agony to extricate herself from the corner. Meanwhile, Park was catching her breath from her split-legged perch above.
“Van Damme’ed, motherfucker!” Yoona shouted as she reached down to playfully tousle Dayna’s hair, earning an irritated growl from the still-recovering wrestler and a cheer from the fans.
Sensing that the the collision wouldn’t keep Ezra down for too much longer, Park gracefully dismounted from her spot on the ropes and wrapped her arms around her opponent’s waist. She used the rear Waistlock to drag Dayna away from the corner, and then with a loud grunt of exertion, Yoona bridged backwards to lift the larger wrestler into the air before sending Ezra over, back, and down with a German Suplex.
It was a somewhat sloppy effort -- hardly anything that would make Wendy Smith jealous -- and Park didn’t even hold the bridge for a pin, but that didn’t make the throw any less traumatizing to Dayna’s already aching shoulder. Fortunately, her opponent seemed to be in no rush to press the advantage.
“Another one bites the dust,” Park said to no one in particular as she nonchalantly climbed upright and scrubbed the word ‘Suplex’ off her forearm.
Shortly afterwards, Dayna managed to push up to her haunches, a scowl on her face and rage in her eyes. She tried to slug Yoona in the gut with her left hand when the Korean approached, but Park blocked the effort by casually raising a thigh, then took control of her right arm and dragged her up by the injured limb. Still holding onto Dayna’s right wrist, Yoona squatted down slightly to gather herself before she launched into a vertical leap. She wrapped her knees around Ezra’s head at the peak of her jump, trapping her opponent’s arm between her thighs in the process, and then she threw herself into a backflip to rip Dayna off the deck.
Park grunted as she landed on the canvas with a painful belly flop, but that discomfort was more than worth it in exchange for driving the crown of Ezra’s skull into the mat. Even better was the fact that her opponent’s head and arm were still in her grasps, and Yoona took advantage by rolling over onto her back and immediately transitioning her modified Hurricanrana into a textbook Triangle Choke by crossing her ankles behind Dayna’s neck.
“I didn’t know you could flip like that,” the referee mused.
“It’s sexually transmitted,” Park replied as she gave Ezra’s right arm a savage twist, eliciting a snarl from the trapped wrestler.
Dayna repeatedly slammed left fists into Yoona’s flanks, though from her awkward position she couldn’t put much power into the blows and the Korean wrestler only squeezed harder with her legs. Even so, Ezra was strong enough to fight her way into a crouching position and get her feet underneath her. It did nothing to loosen the Triangle Choke directly, but it did stack Yoona onto her shoulders thereby putting her in a pinning predicament.
The official dropped down and counted out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Park lifted her left shoulder slightly off the canvas to break the pin, dismissing her opponent’s efforts with a disdainful roll of her eyes. Still maintaining her Triangle Choke with her legs, Yoona switched to a one-handed grip on Dayna’s wrist and rubbed the words ‘Springboard Avalanche Inverted Hurricanrana’ off of her arm, causing the referee to lightly scoff in derision.
“Close enough, dickwad!” Park snapped at the man. “Stop judging me and ask her if she submits!”
“Do I look like I want to submit?!” Ezra growled before the official could even utter a sound.
Clasping her left hand on her own right forearm for extra leverage, Dayna powered to a standing position, lifted her captor five feet off the mat, and then threw Yoona back down with an improvised Power Bomb. Park gasped in pain but still did not release the Triangle Choke, so Ezra repeated the maneuver again and then again. The third time was the charm as the Korean finally relinquished her hold, and then both women collapsed to the mat.
“You stubborn sack of shit…” Yoona groaned as she attempted to crawl to her hands and knees. “...always trying to fucking ice skate uphill…”
The referee began counting as both woman crawled to their feet. Dayna clutched her injured shoulder hard as she got up. Noticing Dayna's debilitating injury, Yoona charged at her, hoping the element of surprise would bring her larger opponent down. However, it was Yoona who was surprised when Dayna turned around and smacked a Big Boot right in her face, causing her to flip inside out. She laid on the ground with eyes wide open and in disbelief that the Israeli Powerhouse has so much fuel left in her. Dayna panted as she walked towards Yoona's lifeless body and pulled her head up.
"This is what you get for being rude!" Dayna snarled at Yoona, face-to-face.
Park, bumptious and brash as always, was not shaken by the domineering words of Dayna. Instead, she smirked and spat on the face of Dayna, enraging her.
"Now you've done it!"
Ezra pulled her upright and draped Yoona across her shoulders for the Torture Rack that served as a prelude to the Burning Hammer which she dubbed Rainmaker. She barely got her load up, however, when pain suddenly struck her injured shoulder, causing Dayna to drop Yoona to the ground before kneeling and grasping her right shoulder in pain.
Park scrambled to her feet, took control of her opponent’s right wrist once more, and dragged Dayna to a stand. Turning around so that she had her back to Ezra, Yoona raised Dayna’s arm high overhead and then yanked it down, using her own shoulder as fulcrum to do even more damage to the injured limb. Dayna had to bite down on her bottom lip to curtail her howls of pain when Park repeated the vicious maneuver two more times before flipping her to the canvas with a judo throw.
Looking for a submission and not ippon, Yoona hauled the Israeli to a sitting position and twisted her right arm behind her back with a tight Hammerlock. Dayna gnashed her teeth and shook her head to preempt any attempt by the referee to ask if she wanted to surrender the match. Park was forcing her trapped arm farther and farther up, however, and Ezra had no choice but to struggle to her feet and alleviate some of the pressure, lest her shoulder be completely dislocated.
As soon as the taller wrestler was completely vertical, Yoona switched to a one-handed grip on the Hammerlock. With her free right arm, Park leaned across and reached over to tuck the crook of Dayna’s left arm under her right armpit. Ezra immediately knew what her opponent was trying to do, and she flexed and stiffened her core muscles in an attempt to prevent Yoona from completing the Abdominal Stretch.
For a minute or so Dayna resisted, and it seemed like her strength advantage would be enough to at least stalemate her smaller opponent. Both wrestlers struggled in silence, save for the sounds of their heavy breathing. Eventually, it was Yoona who made a breakthrough when she reached down with her right hand and resecured a two-handed grip on the Hammerlock, and then hooked her left leg over Ezra’s left hip. This gave her the leverage she needed to overcome Dayna’s resistance, and little by little, she slowly bent Ezra back and to the side, painfully stretching out her abdominal muscles.
Dayna squeezed her eyes shut as the FAWNatics began chanting for her to tap, although with both arms trapped she could do no such thing even if she wanted to. Forcing steel into her voice, she rasped a defiant refusal to submit, both for the benefit of the referee and herself. Whether in the executive boardroom or in the ring, Ezra thought it was paramount to always project an image of strength and dominance, and in her current predicament she was doing anything but. Soon the fire in her midsection grew to match that in her shoulder, and she was suddenly very glad that her one piece ring attire prevented anyone from seeing how her abdominal muscles were rippling and spasming under the incredible strain.
“Hey, I think she’s dead!” Yoona scoffed. “She’s not making funny noises anymore!”
Something in the mocking tone of her opponent’s voice triggered Dayna’s second wind. She opened her eyes and directed a withering stare at the referee so baleful that the official did not dare to ask if she wanted to give up. Forcing her mind to be analytical in spite of the agony, Ezra mentally took stock of her situation. Three of her limbs were tied up, so her only recourse was to lift her right leg and stomp down on Yoona’s foot.
“AAHHHHHHH FUUUUUCCCCK!” Park screeched as she immediately abandoned her submission hold.
Eyes watering in pain, she awkwardly hopped on her left foot while clutching her right with both hands, although the protective tape around her ankles and instep thankfully prevented any lasting injury.Yoona skittered about for a good fifteen seconds as the fans groaned sympathetically, and that was all the time Dayna needed to gather herself and launch forward in another Spear to her opponent’s gut. Ezra had to lead with her left shoulder rather than her injured right, and combined with her weakened core muscles this robbed her attack of its typical explosiveness, but Park was still left devastated in its wake.
Dayna rose to one knee with her left arm swaddled against her cramping abdomen, panting heavily as thin rivulets of sweat ran down her face before dripping off the tip of her nose and chin and coalescing into miniature puddles on the canvas. She gingerly rolled her right shoulder and grimaced from the pain, all the while keeping a wary eye on her opponent who was moaning and weakly writhing on the mat a couple of feet away.
The searing pain in Ezra’s shoulder had faded to a dull throb by the time Park staggered to her feet, and Dayna stalked over and trapped Yoona’s head under her left arm with a Front Facelock. Next she threw the Korean’s right arm over her neck, grabbed a handful of black trunks, and tried to hoist her opponent up for another vertical suplex. She couldn’t get her load more than a foot off the mat, however, as the strain of the lift caused the agony to flare up again in her shoulder and her gut. Letting loose a frustrated snarl, Dayna slammed a knee into Yoona’s gut to keep her pliant, and then quickly switched the Front Facelock from left to right.
With her right arm still hanging loosely around Park’s neck, Ezra grabbed another handful of her opponent’s trunks, this time with her left hand. In a spectacular show of strength that drew gasps from the crowd, Dayna hauled Yoona into the air with only her left hand before popping her hips and laying out on her back. Park grunted loudly as she bounced a couple of inches after the one-armed Snap Suplex, then she laid in a heap as Ezra crawled on top of her for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
It wasn’t much, but the resilient Korean wrestler managed to once again lift a shoulder off the mat. More angry now than she had been in ages, Ezra promptly got up and began trying to stomp a mudhole in her opponent, laying down boot after boot after boot until Yoona managed to crawl and roll her way to the safety of a corner. The referee forced her to offer a five second stay of execution, so Dayna went to the other side of the ring to address her assistant.
“Jones!” she barked. “Cold spray!”
The young woman dug into her ever-present attaché case, produced a small aerosol can, and lobbed it to her employer who caught it one-handed. Ezra grimaced as she emptied the contents onto her right shoulder, the puff of mist so cold that it burned, briefly forming a translucent layer of frost on her olive skin. The spray did nothing to repair the damage to the joint, but it did numb the pain, and that was all Dayna needed to put away her opponent for good.
“Fuck, she has healing sprays?!” Park groaned in disbelief from the opposite corner. “That’s not fair! Jones, give me a senzu bean!”
Jones was about to respond with something, but her boss cut her off by tossing the empty can at her. Dayna gingerly lifted her right arm over her head a few times, and apparently satisfied with the condition of the limb, she menacingly walked towards Yoona who was still in the corner. Not wanting to get caught between a rock and a hard place, Park charged forward to engage in a Collar and Elbow tie-up in an attempt to give herself some room by driving her opponent to the center of the ring.
Ezra’s forward momentum and strength advantage proved to be too much to overcome, especially having regained some degree of function in her right arm, and she didn’t have much of a problem manhandling her smaller opponent before hoisting Park up onto her shoulders for another Torture Rack. She was more successful this time, though not by much, as Yoona slammed an elbow into the side of her head barely moments before she could lay out on her side and complete her Rainmaker finisher. Stunned by the hit, Dayna loosened her grips on Yoona’s thigh and neck, thereby letting the Korean escape out the back with a tumble to the mats.
Park barrel rolled to a safe distance as soon as she was on the deck, realizing that trying to grapple such a powerful foe was futile. She looked at the two remaining moves still written on her arm and cracked a wry grin.
“Sorry, Cam. Gonna have to win this my way, but three out of five ain’t bad, right?” she chuckled to herself.
Ezra was standing on the other side of the ring, coiled into an athletic crouch while staring daggers at her opponent. Yoona knew that getting up would likely result in eating yet another Spear, so being the pragmatic woman that she was, she simply decided to not get up. Instead she laid on her back and stretched her limbs as if awakening from a long nap, then she rolled onto her right side, propped an elbow on the ground, and rested her cheek in the palm of her hand.
“Draw me like one of your French girls,” Park said to her opponent with a suggestive waggle of her eyebrows.
“Get up,” demanded a wholly unamused Dayna, to which the response was an upturned middle finger.
Her patience wearing thin at the continuous disrespect, Ezra dashed across the ring and directed a powerful Soccer Kick at her opponent’s head. Yoona brought both arms in front of her face to block the blow, though the terrible impact left a sickly looking bruise on her forearm and rolled her onto her back. Dayna immediately followed up by stomping her right boot into the Korean’s chest, drawing an agonized yowl, but Park’s right hand latched onto her ankle, preventing her from lifting her leg and stomping again.
Before the Israeli Powerhouse could make a countermove, Yoona grabbed her left ankle as well and popped to a stand, pulling Dayna’s legs out from under her and dumping her to the mat. This left Ezra on her back with her legs raised in a V, while Park was standing above her with arms crossed and holding onto her ankles. Yoona stepped through Dayna’s legs, putting her right foot next to her opponent’s right hip, and then uncrossed her arms which in turn crossed Ezra’s legs left over right around her own.
“Gotcha!” Park exclaimed with a triumphant smile.
For a moment it seemed as if she would go for a Sharpshooter, but instead of turning her opponent over and squatting down, Yoona instead hooked her left knee over Dayna’s left shin to keep the gammy knot in place while switching to a two-handed grip on Ezra’s right foot. Then in one smooth motion Park spun down to the mat, turning onto her left side to put Dayna onto her right.
Ezra hissed a sharp intake of breath through her teeth, feeling the strain on her left hip and knee as that leg was folded at an unpleasant angle over both her own right thigh and Park’s intruding right shin. More concerning, however, was the fact that Yoona had her right leg stretched out and was savagely twisting her right foot, putting joint-shredding torque on both the ankle and the knee.
“This is for stomping on my foot, asshat!”
Determined not to appear weak by letting her opponent or the FAWNatics hear her cry out in pain, Dayna clenched her jaw and gnashed her teeth. Every effort to wrench her legs free of the diabolical hold only exacerbated the agony, so Ezra began dragging herself towards the ropes, a task that was made more difficult both by her injured shoulder and the additional weight of the woman tied to her legs.
“It’s called a Sambo Leg Knot,” Park explained in a condescendingly cheerful tone even as she continued to work the submission. “I just learned this one a couple of weeks ago, so you should be honored to be my first official victim! You can have that engraved on your cast when I snap both your legs at the same time!”
“Shut up,” Dayna growled both at her opponent and the very concerned looking referee who was about to ask for her surrender.
Trusting her legs to hold up against the strain, Ezra silently shook her head and then redoubled her efforts to crawl to safety. Progress was slow, and Dayna lost track of how long it took, but inch by inch she was able to drag herself towards the ropes with the gibbering Korean in tow, leaving a trail of sweat smeared on the mat behind them.
“Break,” she quietly grunted as soon as her right hand clasped around the bottom cable.
To the surprise of everyone in the building, Yoona immediately released the hold without milking the official’s five-count, as she figured it would be good babyface karma to offset nearly crippling her opponent just moments before.
“Doesn’t matter,” Park said nonchalantly as she rolled to the center of the ring and casually laid on the canvas while examining her manicure. “You know I’ll just put you in that hold again.”
Dayna didn’t offer any riposte, instead holding out her hand in a silent demand for another can of cold spray, which her dutiful assistant quickly fulfilled. Ezra gave a few quick puffs to her left hip and both knees, then she removed her right boot, rolled down her sock, and used the remainder onto her ankle. Her joints would likely swell and stiffen later on, but the spray would at least delay the onset for an hour or so, giving her enough time to finish the match.
“Oh, come on!” Yoona protested while still lounging on the mat. “That’s gotta be against the fucking rules!”
“Fair game,” the official replied with a shrug. “It’s not a weapon and she’s not using it to attack you.”
“Ugh, goddamn it! Could someone at least give me a green herb or something?!”
“Marijuana is on FAWN’s banned substances list unless you have a valid medical prescription,” the referee gently chided.
“What?!” Park snapped back, her face contorting in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?! Who said anything about weed?!”
Meanwhile, Ezra had finished tending to her aches, put her boot back on, and climbed upright. Unlike her earlier displays of aggression, she opted for a more cautious approach and circled in a wide arc around her opponent. Dayna wasn't eager to get her leg caught in another bear trap, and she deliberately paced around the entire perimeter of the ring, probing for a blind spot in Yoona’s guard.
At first it appeared that the Korean was willing to play the waiting game, pivoting around on her rump so that she could keep eyes on her opponent. After a couple minutes of this weird stalemate, however, the crowd was getting restless and Park was getting bored. She clucked and flapped her arms like a chicken, earning a few tittering laughs from the audience, but Dayna adamantly refused to engage on Yoona’s terms.
Eventually, Park relented and got to her feet with an exasperated groan and a roll of her eyes. The disdainful look was still on her face when Ezra rushed her with a ferocious snarl. The accumulated wear and tear on her body slowed Dayna’s signature Spear considerably, however, and while her left shoulder still found its target in Yoona’s gut, Park was able to react by simultaneously an arm around her neck to trap her in a Front Facelock.
Yoona rolled with the impact and fell to the mat, this time dragging Ezra with her and spiking Dayna’s head into the deck with a DDT counter to the Spear. For a short time both wrestlers were down in the center of the ring, one cradling her ribs and the other cradling her head. The referee began his ten-count towards the always despised double knockout, but fortunately Park crawled to her knees with three ticks to go and Ezra rose to a seat shortly afterwards.
Noticing their position in the center of the ring far from any ropes, Yoona quickly scrambled to take a seat in her opponent’s lap. Face to face and chest to chest, Park wrapped her legs around Dayna’s waist for a Bodyscissor while at the same time looping her arms around Ezra’s biceps to trap the larger wrestler in a Double Underhook. With both parts of the Butterfly Lock in place, Yoona crossed her ankles, leaned backwards, and yanked on her opponent’s arms as hard as she could.
Dayna let loose an anguished roar that was muffled against the side of Park’s rib cage. Being bent forward and crunched in half was doing unpleasant things to her spine, but that was nothing compared to the explosion of pain in her shoulder. She couldn't see the referee so she just furiously shook her head as a preemptive refusal to surrender. Clenching her fists and taking a few rapid, panting breaths, she wrested her left arm free from Yoona’s clutches with a sudden burst of strength.
That minor progress turned out to fool’s gold, however, when Park doubled up her grip on Dayna’s right wrist, and a ruthless yank and twist made the inferno in Ezra’s shoulder burn hotter than ever. Enraged and hurting, Dayna repeatedly drove her left fist into the mat, both to vent her frustration and to rally her reserves of strength.
Her efforts were curtailed, however, by the shrill ringing of the timekeeper’s bell. Neither wrestler reacted to it at first, and the significance of the noise didn't seem to sink in until the announcer boomed…
“Your winner, by submission, Yoona Park!”
A moment later the referee was demanding Yoona release her hold, which she did with no small amount of confusion. The fans didn't seem sure what happened either, offering only a subdued smattering of cheers and applause.
“That wasn't a submission, you incompetent clod!” Dayna snarled to the official as she shot upright, suddenly forgetting her various aches and pains.
“My job is to protect my charges,” the man said as he held up his hands in a placating gesture. “When she's working over your injured shoulder in the middle of the ring, I’m always going to err on the side of caution.”
It was a rational explanation, but Ezra was not in a rational mood. She went nose to nose with the man, nostrils flaring in anger and eyes flashing with hate, seemingly just a hair trigger away from violently protesting the decision then and there.
“Quit your bitching,” Yoona scoffed as she gingerly stepped through the ropes and onto the apron. “You got tapped and everyone saw it.”
That was the last straw for Dayna. Her rage immediately shifted to Park, and in the blink of an eye she pivoted in her stance and nailed an unsuspecting Yoona with the most powerful Spear of the night right through the ropes. The devastating impact sent Park flying off the apron, and she suffered a second collision when her back slammed against the steel barricade in front of the first row of fans. Yoona yelped once, then collapsed into a boneless heap on the floor as the fans vociferously booed Ezra’s poor sportsmanship.
Dayna didn't care though. She was in FAWN to dominate, not to make friends, and that meant sending a message after victory was stolen from her. Ezra climbed out of the ring, took position a few feet in front of Park, and menacingly waited for yet another Spear opportunity.
“Come on, get up! Get up! GET UP!” she yelled, uncharacteristically letting her anger boil over rather than keeping it at a simmer.
It took quite some time, but Yoona laboriously crawled to hands and knees, and then started struggling upright despite the imminent danger.
“Do… Do your worst,” she groaned. “You’ll still be a fucking loser…”
With a murderous snarl on her lips, Dayna crouched down and prepared to launch, but she aborted when she felt a hand clasp around her left bicep. She rose to full height and turned to face her meddling assistant, her fury so intense that it was practically palpable.
“Ms. Ezra! The match is over! Attacking a coworker outside the settings of an officially sanctioned match would be an egregious violation of Section 8 of your FAWN contract! Clause 13 clearly states that --”
“You're fired, Jones.”
“But -- but -- !”
“You. Are. Fired. Leave my things and get out of here. Now!”
Jones realized it would be hazardous to argue further, so she did as she was told and melted away into the audience after clumsily clambering over the steel barricade. With her erstwhile assistant disposed of, Dayna turned her attention back to Yoona, only to find Park surrounded by a small horde of security and medical personnel.
A quartet of men helped Yoona onto a stretcher, and then started carrying her back up the entrance ramp. Defiant and irreverent even when broken and battered, Park snatched a pair of sunglasses from a security guard, pushed them onto her face, and raised a pair of middle fingers to her opponent.
The crowd treated Yoona to an ovation for her gesture as she was carried through the curtains and out of view, leaving Dayna still on the floor, silently fuming and perhaps plotting her retribution.