Post by bigfan on Apr 17, 2017 2:14:16 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, from Seoul, South Korea… coming in at five foot seven and one hundred and twenty eight pounds… Yoona Park!”
Bubblegum K-pop invades the PA system as Girls’ Generation’s Gee heralds the arrival of Yoona Park. Stepping through the curtains to catcalls and wolf whistles, Yoona strikes a few cheesecake poses, and then begins swaggering down to the ring to the beat of her music. She wears a dark grey tank top and black bikini bottoms, and once again she wears foot and ankle wraps rather than hand wraps at her girlfriend’s insistence.
YOONA PARK
After singing and prancing her way down the entrance ramp, Park climbs into the ring and claims a corner for herself as the referee comes over for his pre-match inspection.
“No ‘Five Moves of Doom’ this time?” he asks after he notices that unlike her previous match the Korean does not have written on her arm a list of maneuvers to perform.
“I erased them all after Cam wrote ‘Moonsault Powerslam’ as one of the moves,” Yoona snorted. “I love her to death, but she can be a real fucktard.”
After the inspection is complete, she climbs onto a turnbuckle, lifts up her top, and flashes her breasts to get a cheap pop from the fans just as her music is fading out. With her opponent being a well-tenured babyface, Park is not the crowd favorite that she normally is in her matches, which means she would have to lay on the fan-service extra thick to win their favor.
With her worrisome, unconventional opponent situated in the ring, all heads crane toward the FAWNtron and the stage below. The assembled are quickly rewarded when the opening chords of Authority Zero’s ‘One More Minute’ blast through the arena’s speakers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aqi23-BBLA
The crowd roars with unbridled enthusiasm when the diminutive, golden-haired, bubbly beachgoer appears, their favorite ex-lifeguard bursting through the curtain with a saucy flourish and a beaming smile. Babcock’s Beach Brigade, a well-stocked and loyal group, chant the blonde’s name, nearly everyone in adoration of the All-American beach Babe.
The PA blares to life to make the formal introductions.
“And her opponent. Hailing from San Diego, California by way of Ann Arbor Michigan. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and eighteen pounds, she is the hottest thing on flip-flops…and is ready to save your life…AGAIN…BABE BABCOCK!”
The cheery grappler blows a few strands of flaxen hair out of her eyes and starts down the aisle, slapping hands and sharing a smile with everyone. Bouncing her way to the ring, the high energy blonde playfully interacts with her burgeoning brigade.
BABE BABCOCK
The Siren of Surf and Sand is decked out in a sporty, cherry-red two-piece with thin yellow-gold trim, the colors of her former lifeguarding days. She finishes the ensemble with red pads on knees and elbows, her feet would be bare for the match, though she wears her signature red flip flops on the journey to the ring, each toe sporting a coat of polish that matches her trunks.
Reaching the outside of the squared circle, the little lifesaver is drawn to a pair of young men who holds posters high, one with big red letters “Yoona’s gonna need a bigger boat.” Another holds one proclaiming “There’s no saving Park from our Babe.”
Babcock blows a kiss and breaks into a short sprint, diving under the bottom rope and sliding nearly all the way to the center of the ring. Pushing up to vertical, Babcock raises a clenched fist to the fans, offering a couple pumps while she keeps a watchful corner of her an eye on her fickle foe. Babe takes a couple circuits of the ring revving the fans up to her high energy level.
Moving to her corner, Babe brings a flattened palm to her brow, looking out over the packed arena before moving her gaze to Yoona, as if looking for a swimmer in trouble out on the ocean’s waves. The crowd roars in response, as Babe turns the thumb of the hand downward, predicting Yoona’s fate.
The bell rings to start the match and Babe quickly claims her territory in the center of the ring, but Yoona seems to be in no rush to engage the blonde. Instead she lounges lazily in her corner, sizing up the ex-lifeguard. Park considers using her reach advantage to pick Babcock apart with a barrage of Muay Thai strikes, and then immediately nixes the thought. Defeating her opponent by turning a wrestling match into a kickboxing fight would surely earn her a scolding both from the front office and from her girlfriend, and Yoona isn’t in the mood to endure their nagging. Confident that she can take Babe even without her arsenal of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows, she fires the opening salvo with her mouth instead.
“You have nice feet for a hobbit,” Yoona snorts while casting a glance at her opponent’s toes.
Babe tilts her head slightly to the side, regards the Korean with narrowed eyes, and says, “Are you calling me short?”
“No, I’m complimenting your pedi -- OF COURSE I’m calling you short!” Park huffs. “God, you blondes… always needing things spelled out! I bet you’re so goddamned stupid you only know the first twenty-six letters of the alphabet!”
“And how many letters do you know?” Babcock retorts.
“Hey! Fuck you, Frodo! English isn’t my native tongue!”
Having sufficiently amused herself for the time being, Yoona steps out of the corner and lunges at her opponent, trying to use her height and weight advantage to bully the smaller wrestler. It turns out that being that being shorter has its advantages, however, and Babe is able to exploit her lower center of mass to get underneath Park and Hip Toss the charging Korean to the mat. Yoona lands in a seated position with a THUMP, and Babcock quickly settles in behind her and locks on a rear Bodyscissor, crushing Park’s midriff between a pair of powerful swimmer’s thighs.
“Haven’t even bought you dinner and I’m already between your legs,” Park grunts. “You’re must be a really cheap date.”
Flippant though she may be, Yoona does not enjoy the sensation of having her guts squeezed. She raises a pair of middle fingers at the referee when the man is about to ask if she wants to surrender, then she lays back, plants her feet, and bridges her hips upwards. Doing so does nothing to loosen the Bodyscissor, but it does press Babe’s shoulders to the mat, and the official drops down to pound out…
ONE!
TW -- !
Babcock unlocks her legs and shoves Park aside, breaking free of the pin and effectively resetting the fight. The two grapplers scramble upright simultaneously and lock up for a second time, and once again Babe gets her hips under Yoona’s to toss her taller foe to the deck. This time, however, Park manages to hook an elbow under Babcock’s upper arm even as she’s mid-tumble, and she rolls with the fall to bring the diminutive blonde down as well with an Arm Drag counter. Still grasping Babe’s right wrist, Yoona quickly lays down above her opponent stretches out the captured limb to full extension up over Babcock’s head. She wraps her left leg around the blonde’s neck and right arm, and then she tucks her left ankle into the pit of her right knee, effectively securing a modified Triangle Choke while also keeping her vulnerable feet out of reach of her opponent’s grasping left hand.
Had the wrestling match been on the beach, the ex-lifeguard would have been in a very dire predicament. In the ring, however, the ropes always offer an escape route, and Babe starts driving her legs against the canvas and inching her way towards the nearest set of steel cables. Yoona realizes that she’s not going to be able to force a submission before Babcock earns a rope break, so the best she can do is wear her opponent down as much as possible. She sends another pulse through her legs, and then twists and yanks the blonde’s wrist to add an Arm Bar to the choke, but Babcock perseveres and is able to drape an ankle across the bottom rope after a few more seconds of struggle.
“Why didn’t the fucking Eagles just throw the ring into Mount Doom?” Park asks the referee while still working her Triangle Choke and Arm Bar combo. “Would have saved me ten long, titty-less hours…”
“That’s the most trite, hackneyed criticism ever,” the official derisively scoffs as he prepares to drop some knowledge. “First of all, the Great Eagles are servants of Manwȅ, not some taxi service at the beck and call of the Fellowship. If you had read The Silmarillion, as any true fan of Tolkien would have, then you’d know that --”
“SHUT… UP…!” Babe groans, her face turning bright red. “START… COUNTING…!”
The referee realizes he’s being distracted, and he quickly counts to “FOUR!” before forcing Yoona to disengage and retreat to the other side of the ring. Park complies with no further argument, looking rather smug and pleased with herself as she watches Babcock shake off the lingering effects of her hold and stagger upright. As soon as Babe is clear of the ropes, Yoona charges once more, this time going low to attempt a Double Leg Takedown and avoid the Hip Toss.
The lifeguard is a savvy mat wrestler, however, and she manages to splay out both legs behind herself to absorb the exotic brunette’s inertia and remain standing. Having prevented the takedown, Babcock wraps both arms around Park’s waist and lifts her a couple of of feet off the ground before depositing her belly-first across a posted thigh. The Gutbuster forces Yoona’s breath out of her lungs with a loud gasp, and then she slops to the mat dazed and swaddling her her abdomen.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3p9mRXlREdU
Babe quickly takes control of Park’s left ankle, and the fans buzz with anticipation because for a moment it seems that Babcock is about to go for the kill by targeting her foe’s weakness with an Ankle Lock or Toe Hold. Whether out of her sense of fair play or because she’s dissuaded by Yoona’s protective ankle wraps, however, Babe opts for a Bridging Indian Deathlock instead. Park’s left foot gets wedged into the crook of her right knee, her legs forming a loop around Babcock’s right calf, and then the leggy knot is tied in place when Babe’s foot hooks her right shin.
“Shoulda stayed in the shallow end of the pool,” she says with a grin before delivering a few playful smacks to Yoona’s thighs.
Accompanied by a cheer from her Beach Brigade, Babcock arches backwards into a bridge to pour more pressure into her leglock. Her enthusiastic supporters start a chant of “TAP!” almost immediately, but her normally crippling hold doesn’t seem to be having its usual effect as Yoona’s ballerina legs prove incredibly resilient against the bending, twisting, and stretching. After just a few seconds, the chants die out when Park doesn’t show any dramatic signs of distress beyond an irritated hiss.
Even so, Yoona knows that her flexibility is not limitless and that it would be unwise to stay in the hold any longer than necessary. The ropes are well out of reach, so instead Park sits up and sinks a claw directly into the meat of Babe’s right inner thigh.
“Arrggh... you cheap bitch!” Babcock hisses, trying her best to hold her bridge despite the shudder that runs through her body.
“Shut up, Frodo!” Yoona snaps back as she clamps down tighter on her Inner Thigh Claw. “Now let me go or else the next one’s going on your crotch!”
Babe valiantly maintains her submission for another fifteen seconds, though eventually it becomes clear that she’s not going to wring a surrender from Park before the Korean’s talons rip a hole in her leg. Not wanting to give Yoona an opportunity to make good on her Crotch Claw threat either, Babcock releases her Indian Deathlock and both women roll to opposite sides of the ring in order to massage their respective aches and pains.
Babe pops to her feet, shakes out her abbreviated stems and gives Yoona a respectful once over. If she’s hoping to get the same in return from Park, she realizes she’ll be waiting a long time, particularly when Park smiles, raises her right hand and clenches her digits in what any sane ex-lifeguard has to take as a none too subtle warning of things to come.
Babcock gulps hard but doesn’t step backward. Instead, she starts to circles the stationary Yoona, Park becoming agitated with the lack of physical interaction.
“Look,” Yoona says seething, “I know you’re trying to stretch this out to three books, but…”
Babe cuts off Park’s interminable Tolkien ‘mouth garbage’ by leaping into a dropkick, Babcock’s bare tootsies thumping into Yoona’s chest. Park is sent into a backward somersault from the contact but pops back to her feet as if she planned the entire trip. However, Babe, having beat the Korean back to verticality, is already rushing at her foe. With Yoona somewhat doubled on her way up, Babcock lands her Can Opener leaping knee lift to Park’s lowered forehead, snapping the Korean’s noggin back.
Yoona staggers to the corner behind her, throwing her arms over the ropes on either side to remain off her backside. Babcock charges and dips a shoulder, gutting Yoona, folding the frame of Park deep between the buckles. The blonde grabs the ropes and plunges her shoulder in again and again, impaling Park, Yoona’s eyes bulging with each insertion.
Babe finally relents at the official’s urging, only to scoop Yoona under her thighs and lift Park, seating her on the top buckle. The diminutive Siren of Sea and Surf, climbs to the middle ropes and moves Yoona to a stance on them as well. The duo start trading punches, as they battle for control of the elevated environment, before a stiff forearm from Babe stuns the Korean. Babcock quickly lifts Yoona to a stance on the top and joins her, balancing precariously as she pulls Park’s arms into a straightjacket position, wrapping her own arms around the back of the Asian grappler then sending Yoona airborne with her California Splash.
Sent up and over with an avalanche German Suplex, Yoona’s spine SLAMS into the deck with a loud BANG, the crowd erupting in delight at the sight of Babe pulling out some heavy artillery.
As Park writes in pain on the canvas, reaching for her lower spine, face etched in pain, Babe’s already kipped to her bare feet and is tracking Park down. With Yoona able to rise to a seated position, Babe dives at her, legs extended and leading the way. But instead of a dropkick, the blonde spreads her lower limbs and they shoot around the midriff of the Korean.
Quickly, Babe snaps the gams shut round Park’s tummy, locks her ankles, and flexes her sinewy thighs, long hours of running on the beach allowing the legs to readily show the muscles as they tense around the scissored Park. Yoona grits her teeth from the pressure while Babcock does likewise from the application of the scissors, the ex-lifeguard trying to draw every ounce of pressure from the pulsing legs.
Yoona tries to pry her way free, but without the results she’s looking for, turns to raking her nails down Babe’s lightly tanned thighs. Babcock shrieks in pain, trying to maintain her ‘grip’. But she can’t help the limbs from loosening as the ten welt lines emerge and Park is able to wriggle free, push to her feet, and put some distance between herself and the fan favorite.
Babcock rubs her legs, trying to soothe the fiery tracks. She knows not to let her opponent have too much recovery time and races toward Park. Reaching the Korean, Babe leaps into a leg lariat but Park has enough senses remaining to duck under the effort and Babe splashes in ungainly fashion to the canvas.
LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yx7jAV7jf8s
Park pounces, leaping into a Knee Drop that crashes into the base of Babe’s spine. Babcock’s backbone arches in agony. She rolls to a pained seat when Yoona bounces off her. Park’s not done with her back attack however as she lines up the blonde and NAILS the same spot with a vicious Soccer Kick at the bottom of the column.
Again, Babe is sent into a spasm, leaning forward as she yelps in pain. Yoona quickly steps forward from behind, slipping first one leg then the other over Babe’s shoulders, sitting on the back of Babe’s neck. Reaching down, she grabs the blonde’s ankles and starts to spread Babe’s legs WIDE in a Split-legged Stump Puller, occasionally spinning the trapped Babe so she can be shown off to each side of the arena, Babcock sobbing in pain but not giving in when the ref asks for a submission.
SPLIT-LEGGED STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiEwOgSwWbE
Apparently bored after a couple dozen seconds of the torture, Yoona releases Babcock’s stems and dismounts. Babe rolls into a fetal ball, apparently unsure whether to tend to her back or stretched groin muscles. The blonde tries to inch to the ropes, perhaps to roll under, but Park dissuades her of that idea with a stomp to the spine that cracks Babe out of her shell.
The Korean plucks a wrist of Babcock’s and yanks the ex-lifeguard to her feet. She bullies the vertically-challenged blonde into the ropes and sends her flying across the canvas with an Irish Whip. As Babe rebounds toward her, Yoona takes off like a shot, leaping toward a Superman Punch when Babe is within range. Thankfully for the Beach Brigade, Babe is able to use her lack of height and ducks under the swing.
Babcock barrels into her second set of ropes and races toward Park’s six-o-clock, but Yoona pivots into a deeply delving Side Kick that impales the flat belly of the Brigade leader. Doubled and gasping, the blue-eyed blonde can manage little in the way of defense as Yoona snuggles close, clutches Babe by the neck and sends knee after knee into the blonde’s liver with her signature Thai Plum, Babe left a gurgling mess after number ten.
The fans groan with sympathetic pain and there is a smattering of jeers as well from the Beach Brigade as Babe melts into a blonde-haired puddle on the mat. Another stiff kick to the ribs forces her to roll over onto her back and Yoona plops to a seat onto her battered abdomen. It technically counts as a pin, and the referee drops to the mat and counts out a…
ONE!
TWO!
THR -- !
Babcock shivers and brings a shoulder off the mat to break the pin, and Park abandons her perch with an annoyed roll of her eyes. Yoona hauls the ex-lifeguard up with two handfuls of hair then secures another Thai Plum by clasping both hands behind Babe’s head and squeezing both forearms around her neck. She’s about to send another barrage of knees into her opponent’s breadbasket when the official gets her attention by coughing conspicuously.
“Before the show, your girlfriend told me to tell you to --and I quote-- ‘not go full Tong Po,’” the referee says meekly, to which Park responds with a groan of disgust.
“She started it!” Yoona whines in protest. “Threw a knee right into my fucking head!”
Nevertheless, she tucks Babcock’s head under her right arm, switching to a Front Facelock in preparation for a more traditional wrestling maneuver. The audience would never find out what she had planned, however, when Babe finds a second wind, cradles her left knee, and suddenly bridges over and back to slam her into the mat with a Fisherman’s Suplex. The impact jars her loose from Babcock’s grip, and Park bounces up to a seated position with both arms clasped around her head.
Babe quickly follows up by wrapping both of her arms around her opponent’s torso from behind, and then begins tumbling head-over-heels on the canvas again and again, rolling to all four corners of the ring and dragging the Korean along for a ride in the Whirlpool. After a couple of trips around the ring, Babcock folds Park into a matchbook and stacks her onto her shoulders for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
Despite not knowing up from down, Yoona manages to kick free with a fraction of a second to spare. Babe scrambles upright on slightly wobbly legs, but when Park tries to follow, the Korean’s dizziness causes her to collapse back to the mat after only a couple of steps. Flashing a quick grin to cheers from her Beach Brigade, the blonde sprints forward before sliding to the mat and slamming both feet into her opponent’s chest. The Baseball Slide sends Yoona barrel-rolling under the bottom ropes, and she takes an unpleasant fall to the thinly padded concrete outside.
Park stays down after the tumble, not ready to get back to her feet until her double vision slowly fades away. The ex-lifeguard isn’t so patient, however, and follows out onto the floor to take the fight to her opponent. She starts to drag the brunette up by an arm, but Yoona appears to have recovered faster than she had anticipated and the Korean retaliates by slugging her in the exact same spot on her gut that had been tenderized by Knee Strikes. Immediately sent into bodyshock by the blow, Babe crumples and neatly falls across Yoona’s shoulders, allowing Park to secure a Fireman’s Carry.
Yoona powers to a stand and slowly ascends the ring steps to the apron, a task made considerably more difficult by the burden she’s carrying. She walks to the center of the apron, faces the middle of the ring, then straightens her posture and leans back. Gravity does the rest and Park falls backwards from the apron towards the floor, relying on Babe’s body to break her fall. Unfortunately for the Beach Brigade, the fall also appears to break Babe’s body as she gasps on impact when the air is explosively driven from her lungs, and then she lays motionless on the ground.
The boosted Samoan Drop leaves Yoona a bit spent as well, and she decides to milk the referee’s count as long as possible in order to take a mid-match break, reclining lazily on Babcock’s torso as she inspects her manicure. Once the man shouts “SIXTEEN!” she figures it’s time to get things going again, and she hauls the smaller blonde up, shoves her into the ring under the bottom rope, and follows behind. Babe still appears insensate when Park rolls her onto her back, though instead of another pin attempt, Yoona opts for a wake-up call.
She takes a seat between her opponent’s legs, then plants her feet on Babcock’s calves. The Gladiatrix photographers know what’s coming, and they scramble into position around the ring so that they may take better crotch shots of both women. Yoona graciously allows them to find their optimal angles, and then she uncoils her legs to stretch Babe with a Seated Legspread.
The sharp, snapping pain in her groin and hamstrings brings the Siren of Surf and Sand screeching back to life. While years of swimming and running on the beach had made her legs powerful and toned, doing the splits had never been part of her routine. Worse still is the fact that she is forced into an even wider set of splits than her opponent due to her shorter limbs, and when Park stretches to full extension, that leaves Babcock’s legs spread apart at a truly preposterous angle.
SEATED LEGSPREAD (0:35):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0413u0jLbw
Babe tries to drag herself backwards on hands and elbows, both to get closer to the ropes and to alleviate the stretch, although Yoona simply scoots forward on her rump to maintain the Seated Legspread. Park takes great delight in leering at the blonde’s thinly covered crotch, but when Babcock still doesn’t surrender after twenty seconds, the Korean begins to grow bored. Knowing that the intrepid photographers have ensured that she would be able to revisit the sight of the ex-lifeguard’s camel-toe anytime she wants, Yoona decides to take things up a notch.
She reaches forward and gives a light, playful swat to Babe’s pubic mound, and when the blonde reflexively reaches down to cover up, Park immediately snatches both wrists and pulls her screaming opponent up to a seated position, making the stretch all the more unbearable. For a few moments, the two wrestlers are locked in a strange Tug-of-War, each trying to lean backwards against the efforts of the other. Eventually it’s the exotic brunette who gains the advantage, and she forces Babe to lean farther and farther forward until Babcock is lying directly on top of her.
“TITTY SMOTHER!” Yoona shouts as she scrubs Babe’s face against her chest, although the unmuffled sound of Babcock howling in pain makes it obvious that Park’s B-cups are not smothering much of anything.
Relinquishing her holds on the ex-lifeguard’s wrists has given Babe a lifeline, however. In a desperate gambit, Babcock plants both hands on the Korean’s shoulders and shoves her flat on the mat. It doesn’t directly help her in any way, but it does put Yoona in a pinning predicament, and the referee quickly catches on and pounds out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Park pushes her aside, breaking both the pin and the submission hold.
The blonde beachgoer pulls her legs in tight, collapsing into a fetal ball. Babe’s groin muscles snap back into something approximating normal and Babcock rubs at her vandalized inner thighs, cooing in relief the stretch play has subsided.
Much better after the Tug-of-War than her aching opponent, Yoona wipes her brow in mock alarm at nearly being pinned. She hops to her feet and circles Babe in predatory fashion, occasionally sending a boot into the blonde, drawing a yelp from the cowed Babcock. A third and fourth are applied with the same result. But when the fifth kick comes, Babe breaks out of her shell enough to grasp Park’s ankle. She twists the captured limb while rolling out of her ball and trips the Korean to the canvas.
Wincing through the pain of rising, Babe makes it to vertical and settles into a reverse straddling crouch of the flattened Yoona. With Park’s right ankle in her possession, she scoots up the increasingly curved frame of the ex-ballerina, Babe dropping her tight and tiny ass to Park’s spine to amp up the pressure on her Single-leg Crab.
SINGLE-LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
In little more than a few seconds, the leg stretching is turned on its figurative head, with Babe now trying to force Yoona to surrender. But while the curve in Park’s spinal column seems to cause her a modicum of pain, the Korean is apparently immune to the leg portion of the torture.
When Park tells the official to go fuck off when he asks the Asian if she wants to give in and Yoona taunts Babcock with a request to stretch out her limb a little more, a frustrated Babcock gives up her Crab. The blonde does it in an emphatic manner, however, lifting Park’s leg high as she rises out of her crouch then spikes the knee of Yoona’s raised limb into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The impact forces a yip of pain from the Korean the stretching did not. Instantly noticing, Babe proceeds to stomp her bare foot down on the aching joint, front, side, and behind in three successive trampling stamps of sole to knee.
With Park pulling the limb close, the tables seem closer to being turned and the former lifeguard sinks her digits into a wrist and shoulder to tug Park to an unsteady stance.
Slipping to the side of Yoona and taking advantage of Park placing little weight on her right stem, Babcock doubles her foe over with a kick to the breadbasket. Babe threads Yoona’s right arm between the Korean’s legs then reaches across Park’s body to corral the opposite number. Rocking back with as much strength as the diminutive blonde can muster, Babe vaults Yoona airborne, spins her up and SLAMS her down with a pumphandle variety.
PUMPHANDLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B09jPHFEfw
Park spasms in shock and awe as Babcock climbs aboard in a crossbody pin, hooking her foe’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Korean kicks her way free with little more than a foot separating the ref’s hand from the final slap. The FAWNatics groan in disappointment and Babe can’t help but show some as well, so close to garnering a big win against an up-n-comer, something desperately needed if she wanted to remain on the Pay-Per-View circuit and not in dark shows in Kissimmee.
The Siren of Sand and Surf pulls Park from her side to a seated position and settles in behind her, bracketing the Korean with her sinewy if abbreviated legs. The limbs are at least long enough to wrap around the ribs and midriff of Yoona, Babcock locking her legs at the ankles.
Babe sends a pulse through her thighs, cinching in her scissors while also sending her arms snaking around the rookie’s noggin. The limbs lock in place with one arm pressing tightly against Yoona’s carotid while the other is hard against a temple. With her sleeper secured, Babe starts to ride her writhing foe, Yoona seemingly flashing to awareness when the possibility of some early napping becomes a real one with her head in a vise-like, blood-damming grip.
Babe softly, breathlessly lullabyes into Park’s ear, vainly trying to calm the Korean’s struggles both physically and psychologically. Yoona’s writhing send the women flopping to their sides, but Babe remains attached like a blonde bulldog on a soup bone, refusing to be displaced. Gently, even tenderly, Babcock whispers sweet nothings that include how wonderful a little shuteye would be for the Muay Thai princess. For long seconds, Babcock stays clamped around her foe, Park’s movement slowly but surely devolving to molasses-like levels until finally she falls still.
An excited Babe demands the ref check the snoozing Korean. He lifts an arm. It falls to the mat, accompanied with a roar from the crowd.
He lifts again.
The limb remains leaden.
A beaming Babe watches the arm go up one more time and the zebra releases, only this time her face is etched with disbelief and horror when it remains upright and begins to shake, Yoona’s hand balling into a fist.
With Babcock tightly adhered to her back, Park can’t find much in the way of targets of opportunity to strike with her fists so instead she pries at the blonde’s arms. She makes little headway in terms of loosening the vise, but she does manage to turn her head and neck to the side, and then she quickly takes a bite out of the ex-lifeguard’s bicep.
Babe yowls in protest, and after trying to valiantly hold on for another couple of seconds she releases the Sleeper, unwilling to sacrifice a sizeable chunk of her flesh to the Yoona’s jaws. The blonde rubs at the bite mark on her arm until the worst of the pain is gone, and then she clambers upright with her still-woozy opponent in tow. Standing face to face with the Korean, Babcock hooks one arm around her neck and the other between her thighs, and scoops her larger foe onto a shoulder with a grunt of exertion. The Siren of Surf and Sand turns a quarter circle as her Beach Brigade pops in delight, then she drops to a seat while dumping her cargo to the canvas between her parted legs.
MICHINOKU DRIVER II:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLJ0RWh8AKQ
Sensing that Park still has more left in the tank, Babe eschews a pin attempt after her Michinoku Driver and instead goes after the brunette’s legs again. Her earlier Single Leg Crab had been little more than an annoyance to the limber ex-ballerina, so this time she chooses another hold from her arsenal, taking control of Yoona’s left ankle and stepping in a semi-circle around the limb to set up a Figure Four Leglock.
She doesn’t get any further than that, however, when Park immediately plants a foot in her backside and sends her stumbling away with kick. Babcock catches herself on the ropes and swivels around just in time to see the Korean getting up to one knee. Determined to keep her offensive momentum, Babe charges back into the fray in an attempt to flatten the brunette with another Can Opener.
Yoona turns out to be more aware this time though, and she lunges forward from her crouch to meet the ex-lifeguard in order to short-circuit the incoming strike. Caught wrong-footed, Babe can’t manage to get into the air before Park wraps both arms around her hips and tackles her to the mat. Laying on top of Babcock after the takedown, Yoona promptly drills an elbow into her throat and sends her into a bug-eyed fit of retching and gagging.
The audience voices their displeasure at what they feel is a cheap and unnecessarily brutal tactic against the congenial beach bunny, one of the few times that Park has been greeted with boos in her brief FAWN career. Her warrior instinct having kicked in after a couple of near-falls, Yoona was just about to ground and pound her foe into unconsciousness, but the crowd’s unfavorable response seems to give her second thoughts and she decides to do something more fan-friendly.
Relinquishing the mount, the Korean drags Babe up to a seated position and crosses the ex-lifeguard’s legs by putting her right heel next to her left hip. Yoona locks the gams in place by putting her own left foot in front of Babcock’s right, then she squats down behind the blonde and reaches across to snare Babe’s right bicep under her left arm.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt12Z0ACoaU
Babcock yips and whimpers as Park ratchets up the pressure on the Grounded Abdominal Stretch. She still frantically shakes her head, however, when the referee offers her the coward’s way out, her windpipe not yet sufficiently recovered to vocalize a firm “No.” Meanwhile, Yoona decides to engage in some more fun and frivolity after having regained the upperhand. Instead of using her unoccupied right hand to further attack the ex-lifeguard’s taut abdominal muscles with a claw hold, she elects to grope the ex-lifeguard’s breasts. Her skillful teasing and fondling soon has Babe’s nipples swollen and erect, visibly perking up through the thin fabric of her bikini top much to the delight of the assembled FAWNatics.
“Get a good shot of these!” Park instructs the photographers who are more than happy to oblige. “And send the photos to X, X, underscore, pussyslayer, underscore, six, nine, underscore, X, X, at A, O, L, dot com!”
Having provided some well-received fan-service at the expense of her opponent, Yoona releases her hold and walks away to preen for the crowd who have once again found their appreciation for the lusty Korean. Babcock, on the other hand, is far less amused at being used as a toy, the previous hold leaving her more embarrassed than seriously hurt. She scrambles upright and charges full steam ahead before launching herself feet first at the ex-ballerina. Park sees what’s coming and rolls her eyes even as the blonde comes flying at her, but she’s half a step too slow in getting out of the way, and the Dropkick clips her on the shoulder and sends her spiralling to the mat.
Yoona rolls with the blow to land in a four-point stance just as Babe kips up a couple of feet away, and from that position Park explodes forward with a Flying Knee aimed at the blonde’s jaw. Once again, however, she’s half a step too slow and Babcock slides out of the way just in the nick of time. Just as Yoona is resetting her stance, the Siren of Surf and Sand grabs her by the shoulders, leaps up to press a pair of knees into her chest, and falls backwards to the deck. A fraction of a second later, Babe lands on her hindquarters and force of the impact is transferred through her legs and into Park’s ribcage.
CHEST COMPRESSOR:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=JEm3GvgkqAM
The Korean bounces off the bony joints and slops to the mat, unable to do more than curl into a protective ball after the Chest Compressor leaves her sputtering and breathless. Babcock is quickly upon her again, this time shoving her onto her stomach before prying out her left arm and twisting it behind her back with a high and tight Chickenwing hold. The Siren of Surf and Sand reasons that the laffy taffy sinews in the ex-ballerina’s legs might not extend to her arms and shoulders, and that intuition pays off when a long, wheezing groan forces its way from Park’s lips.
Bolstered by the knowledge that her hold is having the desired effect, Babe doubles down on the submission by looping the crook of her right elbow under Yoona’s chin while her left arm continues to work the Chickenwing. After a short struggle, Babcock is able to clasp both of her hands together just above the brunette’s left shoulder. With both portions of the Crossface Chickenwing tightly secured, she rolls both herself and her opponent onto their right sides to a second serenade of “TAP! TAP! TAP!” from her fans, although unlike the first, this one grows stronger in intensity and volume when it becomes obvious that the Korean is seriously hurting.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=1HiIt4Ku-ZU
Yoona had always been a particularly obstinate young lady, however, and she does not acquiesce to the demands of the Beach Brigade. Instead she puts her legs to work, pushing against the canvas in a slow and methodical left-right-left-right rhythm. Babe immediately recognizes the jailbreak in progress and she tries to put a stop to it by wrapping her legs around her opponent’s, but the shorter length of her limbs proves to be a significant disadvantage. Not able to effectively tie up both of Park’s legs, she has to settle for grapevining both her calves around Yoona’s left thigh, which slows but does not stop their progress towards the ropes. After another dozen or so seconds of exertion, Park is able to reach out and wrap her fingers around the rubber coated steel cable.
Babe releases the hold after a four-count and Yoona promptly escapes out under the bottom rope. Recalling what happened the last time she followed Park out onto the floor, the blonde decides to to patiently stay in the ring and wait for the referee to force the Korean to re-enter. For her part, Yoona appears to be in no hurry to resume the match as she massages her neck and left shoulder.
“Bro, can you do me a solid and give the ring-out count in Entish?” she asks the official.
No such luck, however, as the man is apparently inoculated to any further attempts to distract him with Tolkien. Her time limited to a more standard twenty-count, Yoona takes a seat on the announcer’s table and begins removing her ankle wraps which had encumbered her normally impeccable footwork, unwinding the strips of athletic tape and discarding them to the ground. It was a gamble that left her fragile ankles and feet completely vulnerable, but Babcock had not been targetting that weakness thus far and Park did not plan to give her to opportunity to do so for the remainder of the match.
With time almost up, Yoona slides back into the ring, pops to her feet, and goes on the offense immediately. She lunges at Babe and pivots in a semicircle on her left foot, turning her back to her opponent while whipping her right fist at the ex-lifeguard’s jaw.
URAKEN:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=-5c9D5pmAt4
Babcock almost eeps in surprise, although she's able to duck under the murderous Uraken by the slimmest of margins. Park isn't done, and as soon as her spin brings her face to face with the ex-lifeguard once more, she dives low and grabs for the blonde’s ankles. Not wanting to get caught in another one of Yoona’s holds, Babe throws her hips in reverse and takes a big hop backwards to stay out of the Korean’s grasps.
Coming up empty seems to have been all part of the plan, however, when Yoona plants her hands on the mat and uses the inertia of her lunge to launch herself into a cartwheel. Babcock is still recovering her balance after her dodge, and she's caught totally off-guard when Park’s heels windmill around and smash into her face, turning her legs into jelly and sending her to the deck in a heap.
CARTWHEEL KICK:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=uIeHc8ecQCA
Yoona lands in a crouch after her Cartwheel Kick, and then she pounces into a simple Crossbody over her opponent’s limp form.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!
Babe shudders and gets a shoulder off the canvas with a fraction of a second to spare, much to the Korean’s consternation.
“Goddamn it! Why you gotta do me like that, Frodo?!” Yoona huffs. “The fans would've shit bricks if I knocked your ass out with a cartwheel, but nooooooo, you just had to go and fucking ruin everything!”
Babcock doesn’t respond to Park’s verbal jabs because she’s having a hard time responding in any way after the Korean’s physical ones. The blonde tries to push up from all fours and takes a mini-header, her face mushing into the canvas. The crowd groans in disappointment as Yoona’s looping kick seems to have left her foe loopy.
Recovering from the disappointment of losing her acrobatic ending, Park reaches her feet and hovers in Babe’s blind spot, waiting patiently, as much as she’s able, for the reeling Babcock to join her in verticality. To her credit, the former lifeguard fights her way there, slowly and absently turning toward her poised foe, despite the best efforts of the FAWNatics to warn her. Yoona fakes a left front kick, the subterfuge lost on the still dizzied blonde, and launches into a Superman Punch to Babe’s jaw.
SUPERMAN PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5KYPIMQwx8
Babcock’s noggin buggywhips from the impact, the Siren of Surf and Sand sent into a pirouetting stumble through the ropes. Babe crashes atop the apron on the way to her resting place on the thinly-padded cement floor. Her earlier choice to avoid facing Park on the outside now removed from her, Babe remains face down and nearly motionless as the Korean grappler approaches the ref.
Yoona acts as if she’s paying the zebra, stuffing some non-existent cash in his hands for him to raise the countout number to forty from twenty.
“Thanks, kiddo,” she purrs as she heads for the steel cables and through.
“But...but…I,” the official stammers. “You’ve got twenty seconds, Miss Park.”
Camille’s partner in crime and other activities drops to the floor, waving a dismissive hand at the man over her shoulder.
“Alright. I can do some good work in twenty.”
Sinking her left set of digits into Babe’s golden locks, she pulls the semiconscious beachgoer to her haunches, Babcock’s braincase lolling in the direction of Park’s choice.
“You still love your little Barbie Doll,” Yoona shouts to the assembled.
When a fair number respond loudly in the affirmative, Yoona shrugs and nods then turns to Babe and starts pounding Knee Strikes into Babcock’s left temple, settling on a half-dozen so as to leave the blonde’s consistency putty rather than slurry. With the ref having reached ‘ten’ and Babcock unable to provide any assistance in getting to her feet, Yoona decides returning her foe to the ring has to begin immediately. The Asian scoops the Cali transplant under her arms, lifts her spandex-clad carcass and drags her to the ring’s edge. Placing the burbling Babe’s upper half on the apron, Park shoves her legs up next and rolls the Beach Brigade’s leader under the bottom rope.
“There…ya happy?” Yoona shouts to the striped-shirt.
Apparently not.
The man continues to ‘SEVENTEEN’ before Park joins her demolished blonde, popping to her feet next to the softly stirring Siren, Park noticing there’s a flicker of life left in her opponent.
“Oh goodie. My little dolly hasn’t had ALL of her strings cut.”
The Korean dips a hand into Babe’s flaxen strands, presumably to lift her to vertical and lead her down the road to a final game of Footsie. After all, didn’t Babcock deserve it, starting the match barefoot, basically calling for that to be the end of her night.
But before Yoona can tug her up, a suddenly flailing Babe punches her legs out like pistons at the touch of the dark-haired beauty, ramming her soles into the right ankle of the former ballerina.
Howling in agony, Park not only releases her grip on Babe’s locks, but is left hopping on her left foot, pulling her right high and tight.
The confused baby blues of Babe find Park, but don’t seem to fully register how she got Yoona in such a state. Somehow, the beachgoer knows what to do next, folding her legs up and ramming the bare tootsies forward once more, this time hurling them into Yoona’s left ankle. Undercut, Park lands hard on her side, shrieking in anguish as she pulls both lower limbs close, knees to her chest; Babe turning the dominant Muay Thai-er into a whimpering ball.
In little position to fully take advantage, Babcock is able to use the frantic urging of the crowd to first reach a seated position against the ropes before using the rubber-coated strands to reach her feet. Still appearing a bit confused, Babe nevertheless realizes enough to grab the left ankle of the Korean to pull Yoona out of her ball, stretching the lithe limb away from Park’s protective shell.
With the crowd chanting her name, Babe steps over the captured leg, turning to mount the limb, straddling the leg at mid-calf as she turns Yoona onto her chest in the process, ready to work over Yoona’s weak point like a part-time job with an Ankle Lock.
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1r3L9nx7p8
With her ligaments and tendons damaged and frayed from years of ballet, it doesn't take much foot abuse to push the normally limber Korean past her breaking point, and a sharp twist of Yoona’s ankle forces a bloodcurdling shriek from her mouth. She grasps for the bottom rope at her side and comes up short by maybe six inches, and then the Beach Brigade erupts in cheers as it seems that she’s just moments away from submitting.
Unfortunately for Babe and her fans, the former lifeguard had been too hasty in applying her Ankle Lock and she had not dragged her foe far enough from the edge of the ring. Park stretches out her right leg ninety degrees to the side, and manages to drape a foot over the bottom rope. Babcock relinquishes her hold before the referee can even start his count, opting to drag the mewling ex-ballerina to the center of the ring rather than milk the count. Once she has Yoona far away from the safety of the ropes, Babe starts setting up for a second Ankle Lock that would surely end the match. She’s still too concentrated on working over Park’s left foot, however, and she doesn’t notice the Korean’s right leg until it lashes out and strikes her kneecap.
The blonde collapses to the mat with a wail, hugging her right knee to her chest, and her opponent is on her in an instant. Ignoring the last pangs of pain in her own foot, Yoona scrambles over to take control of Babcock’s arms and drags the ex-lifeguard up with a Double Underhook. Bent over at her waist with both arms pinned behind her back and favoring her right leg, Babe is defenseless when her opponent -- enraged by the Ankle Lock -- unleashes a torrent of devastating Knee Strikes into her ribs and gut.
By the fifth blow, Babcock is desperately trying to plead for mercy, although the lack of air in her lungs makes that impossible. By the tenth blow, the crowd is booing vociferously as Yoona continues to batter her now completely motionless opponent. By the twentieth blow, the referee seems ready to call the match out of concern for Babe’s well-being.
Recognizing that the official is not going to let her continue her heartless assault much longer, Park suddenly jerks backwards and throws herself to the deck, driving Babcock’s head into the mat with a vicious Double Underhook DDT.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX0vKctVxNg
Yoona lays on the canvas next to her unconscious opponent catching her breath, the haze of anger fading from her mind even as the FAWNatics voice their displeasure at her tactics. Seeing that the Korean isn’t going for a pin, the referee begins his count for a knockout in order to bring the match to a merciful end for the beach bunny.
“Stop counting, jackass,” Park sternly commands, rolling the blonde over onto her back. “I’m gonna give these horndogs their money’s worth.”
With that said, Yoona straddles her opponent’s hips and uses her left leg to grapevine her opponent’s right, hooking the Babcock’s shin with her foot to keep that limb in place. Rather than repeat the maneuver and fully lock in the Double Leg Grapevine, Park sits on her haunches, brings the ex-lifeguard’s left leg upright, and hugs it to her chest.
Almost instantly, the booing crowd falls into a stunned silence, and then a beat later they erupt into cheers, the promise of lurid fan-service instantly making turncoats of all but the most ardent of the Beach Brigade. Nicknamed Death by Snu Snu by the FAWNatics, Yoona’s preferred finishing move combined the most hellacious leg stretch in the federation with a lustful crotch-on-crotch grind that inevitably made a wet, sticky mess out of both herself and her opponent.
For the moment, however, Park only applies the latter as she rhythmically sweeps her hips back and forth over and over again, and soon the friction brings Babe humming back to semi-consciousness. The concussive haze still clouding her mind prevents Babcock from recognizing much of anything beyond the intensely delightful sensation coming from between her parted legs, and she begins to moan as a faint smile creeps across her face while her eyes remain shut.
The arena falls silent again so that they may better hear every soft cry and gasp coming from both women in the ring. Within a minute of Yoona applying her well-honed technique, Babe is audibly cooing for more, even though all of the ex-lifeguard’s senses save for touch remain offline. Her red-polished toes clench tightly and her hips buck with every sweep of her opponent’s thinly sheathed groin against her own, and the FAWNatics await her rapidly building orgasm with giddy anticipation.
Another minute, however, and it’s the nymphomaniac Korean who’s first through the finish line with a loud, shuddering moan which draws cheers from the fans. The din of the audience and the sensation of Park’s warm and wet discharge soaking her bottoms finally brings Babe back to her full senses, and her eyes snap open. It takes her a second to realize what’s happening, and then her expression goes from confused to horrified.
“No… No… Wait…” Babcock croaks.
Yoona responds with a smirk and a wink, and then she leans all the way forward to force her opponent into a set of vertical splits. Babe shrieks in pain as her left foot is stretched out over the top of her head while her right leg remains trapped against the mat by Park’s Single Leg Grapevine, and within five seconds she’s frantically slapping both hands against the deck.
“Your winner, by submission, Yoona Park!” the ring announcer proclaims just after the bell dings three times to make the result official.
Mercifully, Yoona rocks back onto her haunches which alleviates the unbearable straining and tearing in Babe’s groin and hamstring. She remains straddled on the blonde’s hips, however, and the ex-lifeguard is too spent to resist.
“ORLANDOOOOO!” Park shouts at the assembled audience. “THAT WAS GOOD FOR ME! WAS THAT GOOD FOR YOU TOO?!”
The FAWNatics roar in the affirmative.
“MORE SNU SNU?!” she asks the crowd.
“MORE SNU SNU!” they demand.
Satisfied that she has the fans eating out of the palm of her hand, Yoona resumes grinding away on her opponent’s crotch. The referee has his misgivings though, and he tries to convince Park to stop.
“I -- I don't think Camille would approve…” he mutters.
“Ehh, she’ll be mad but I’ll make it up to her. I'm really good with my tongue,” Yoona says, her voice trembling. “Besides… Frodo’s loving this. Aren't you, Frodo?”
“Mmmmhhh… ohhh… oooooooooohh…” Babcock moans as her eyes roll back in her head.
The official is unconvinced and he’s about to drag the Korean off of her vanquished foe, but then a voice in his earpiece commands him to stand down. The number of pay-per-view purchases had spiked when Yoona had sentenced Babe to Death by Snu Snu, and it was simply good business for the FAWN executives to abide by the old adage of “sex sells.”
The referee backs off with a resigned sigh, while Park continues to grind out climax after climax from both herself and her opponent, much to the delight of the fans.
Bubblegum K-pop invades the PA system as Girls’ Generation’s Gee heralds the arrival of Yoona Park. Stepping through the curtains to catcalls and wolf whistles, Yoona strikes a few cheesecake poses, and then begins swaggering down to the ring to the beat of her music. She wears a dark grey tank top and black bikini bottoms, and once again she wears foot and ankle wraps rather than hand wraps at her girlfriend’s insistence.
YOONA PARK
After singing and prancing her way down the entrance ramp, Park climbs into the ring and claims a corner for herself as the referee comes over for his pre-match inspection.
“No ‘Five Moves of Doom’ this time?” he asks after he notices that unlike her previous match the Korean does not have written on her arm a list of maneuvers to perform.
“I erased them all after Cam wrote ‘Moonsault Powerslam’ as one of the moves,” Yoona snorted. “I love her to death, but she can be a real fucktard.”
After the inspection is complete, she climbs onto a turnbuckle, lifts up her top, and flashes her breasts to get a cheap pop from the fans just as her music is fading out. With her opponent being a well-tenured babyface, Park is not the crowd favorite that she normally is in her matches, which means she would have to lay on the fan-service extra thick to win their favor.
With her worrisome, unconventional opponent situated in the ring, all heads crane toward the FAWNtron and the stage below. The assembled are quickly rewarded when the opening chords of Authority Zero’s ‘One More Minute’ blast through the arena’s speakers.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aqi23-BBLA
The crowd roars with unbridled enthusiasm when the diminutive, golden-haired, bubbly beachgoer appears, their favorite ex-lifeguard bursting through the curtain with a saucy flourish and a beaming smile. Babcock’s Beach Brigade, a well-stocked and loyal group, chant the blonde’s name, nearly everyone in adoration of the All-American beach Babe.
The PA blares to life to make the formal introductions.
“And her opponent. Hailing from San Diego, California by way of Ann Arbor Michigan. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and eighteen pounds, she is the hottest thing on flip-flops…and is ready to save your life…AGAIN…BABE BABCOCK!”
The cheery grappler blows a few strands of flaxen hair out of her eyes and starts down the aisle, slapping hands and sharing a smile with everyone. Bouncing her way to the ring, the high energy blonde playfully interacts with her burgeoning brigade.
BABE BABCOCK
The Siren of Surf and Sand is decked out in a sporty, cherry-red two-piece with thin yellow-gold trim, the colors of her former lifeguarding days. She finishes the ensemble with red pads on knees and elbows, her feet would be bare for the match, though she wears her signature red flip flops on the journey to the ring, each toe sporting a coat of polish that matches her trunks.
Reaching the outside of the squared circle, the little lifesaver is drawn to a pair of young men who holds posters high, one with big red letters “Yoona’s gonna need a bigger boat.” Another holds one proclaiming “There’s no saving Park from our Babe.”
Babcock blows a kiss and breaks into a short sprint, diving under the bottom rope and sliding nearly all the way to the center of the ring. Pushing up to vertical, Babcock raises a clenched fist to the fans, offering a couple pumps while she keeps a watchful corner of her an eye on her fickle foe. Babe takes a couple circuits of the ring revving the fans up to her high energy level.
Moving to her corner, Babe brings a flattened palm to her brow, looking out over the packed arena before moving her gaze to Yoona, as if looking for a swimmer in trouble out on the ocean’s waves. The crowd roars in response, as Babe turns the thumb of the hand downward, predicting Yoona’s fate.
The bell rings to start the match and Babe quickly claims her territory in the center of the ring, but Yoona seems to be in no rush to engage the blonde. Instead she lounges lazily in her corner, sizing up the ex-lifeguard. Park considers using her reach advantage to pick Babcock apart with a barrage of Muay Thai strikes, and then immediately nixes the thought. Defeating her opponent by turning a wrestling match into a kickboxing fight would surely earn her a scolding both from the front office and from her girlfriend, and Yoona isn’t in the mood to endure their nagging. Confident that she can take Babe even without her arsenal of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows, she fires the opening salvo with her mouth instead.
“You have nice feet for a hobbit,” Yoona snorts while casting a glance at her opponent’s toes.
Babe tilts her head slightly to the side, regards the Korean with narrowed eyes, and says, “Are you calling me short?”
“No, I’m complimenting your pedi -- OF COURSE I’m calling you short!” Park huffs. “God, you blondes… always needing things spelled out! I bet you’re so goddamned stupid you only know the first twenty-six letters of the alphabet!”
“And how many letters do you know?” Babcock retorts.
“Hey! Fuck you, Frodo! English isn’t my native tongue!”
Having sufficiently amused herself for the time being, Yoona steps out of the corner and lunges at her opponent, trying to use her height and weight advantage to bully the smaller wrestler. It turns out that being that being shorter has its advantages, however, and Babe is able to exploit her lower center of mass to get underneath Park and Hip Toss the charging Korean to the mat. Yoona lands in a seated position with a THUMP, and Babcock quickly settles in behind her and locks on a rear Bodyscissor, crushing Park’s midriff between a pair of powerful swimmer’s thighs.
“Haven’t even bought you dinner and I’m already between your legs,” Park grunts. “You’re must be a really cheap date.”
Flippant though she may be, Yoona does not enjoy the sensation of having her guts squeezed. She raises a pair of middle fingers at the referee when the man is about to ask if she wants to surrender, then she lays back, plants her feet, and bridges her hips upwards. Doing so does nothing to loosen the Bodyscissor, but it does press Babe’s shoulders to the mat, and the official drops down to pound out…
ONE!
TW -- !
Babcock unlocks her legs and shoves Park aside, breaking free of the pin and effectively resetting the fight. The two grapplers scramble upright simultaneously and lock up for a second time, and once again Babe gets her hips under Yoona’s to toss her taller foe to the deck. This time, however, Park manages to hook an elbow under Babcock’s upper arm even as she’s mid-tumble, and she rolls with the fall to bring the diminutive blonde down as well with an Arm Drag counter. Still grasping Babe’s right wrist, Yoona quickly lays down above her opponent stretches out the captured limb to full extension up over Babcock’s head. She wraps her left leg around the blonde’s neck and right arm, and then she tucks her left ankle into the pit of her right knee, effectively securing a modified Triangle Choke while also keeping her vulnerable feet out of reach of her opponent’s grasping left hand.
Had the wrestling match been on the beach, the ex-lifeguard would have been in a very dire predicament. In the ring, however, the ropes always offer an escape route, and Babe starts driving her legs against the canvas and inching her way towards the nearest set of steel cables. Yoona realizes that she’s not going to be able to force a submission before Babcock earns a rope break, so the best she can do is wear her opponent down as much as possible. She sends another pulse through her legs, and then twists and yanks the blonde’s wrist to add an Arm Bar to the choke, but Babcock perseveres and is able to drape an ankle across the bottom rope after a few more seconds of struggle.
“Why didn’t the fucking Eagles just throw the ring into Mount Doom?” Park asks the referee while still working her Triangle Choke and Arm Bar combo. “Would have saved me ten long, titty-less hours…”
“That’s the most trite, hackneyed criticism ever,” the official derisively scoffs as he prepares to drop some knowledge. “First of all, the Great Eagles are servants of Manwȅ, not some taxi service at the beck and call of the Fellowship. If you had read The Silmarillion, as any true fan of Tolkien would have, then you’d know that --”
“SHUT… UP…!” Babe groans, her face turning bright red. “START… COUNTING…!”
The referee realizes he’s being distracted, and he quickly counts to “FOUR!” before forcing Yoona to disengage and retreat to the other side of the ring. Park complies with no further argument, looking rather smug and pleased with herself as she watches Babcock shake off the lingering effects of her hold and stagger upright. As soon as Babe is clear of the ropes, Yoona charges once more, this time going low to attempt a Double Leg Takedown and avoid the Hip Toss.
The lifeguard is a savvy mat wrestler, however, and she manages to splay out both legs behind herself to absorb the exotic brunette’s inertia and remain standing. Having prevented the takedown, Babcock wraps both arms around Park’s waist and lifts her a couple of of feet off the ground before depositing her belly-first across a posted thigh. The Gutbuster forces Yoona’s breath out of her lungs with a loud gasp, and then she slops to the mat dazed and swaddling her her abdomen.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3p9mRXlREdU
Babe quickly takes control of Park’s left ankle, and the fans buzz with anticipation because for a moment it seems that Babcock is about to go for the kill by targeting her foe’s weakness with an Ankle Lock or Toe Hold. Whether out of her sense of fair play or because she’s dissuaded by Yoona’s protective ankle wraps, however, Babe opts for a Bridging Indian Deathlock instead. Park’s left foot gets wedged into the crook of her right knee, her legs forming a loop around Babcock’s right calf, and then the leggy knot is tied in place when Babe’s foot hooks her right shin.
“Shoulda stayed in the shallow end of the pool,” she says with a grin before delivering a few playful smacks to Yoona’s thighs.
Accompanied by a cheer from her Beach Brigade, Babcock arches backwards into a bridge to pour more pressure into her leglock. Her enthusiastic supporters start a chant of “TAP!” almost immediately, but her normally crippling hold doesn’t seem to be having its usual effect as Yoona’s ballerina legs prove incredibly resilient against the bending, twisting, and stretching. After just a few seconds, the chants die out when Park doesn’t show any dramatic signs of distress beyond an irritated hiss.
Even so, Yoona knows that her flexibility is not limitless and that it would be unwise to stay in the hold any longer than necessary. The ropes are well out of reach, so instead Park sits up and sinks a claw directly into the meat of Babe’s right inner thigh.
“Arrggh... you cheap bitch!” Babcock hisses, trying her best to hold her bridge despite the shudder that runs through her body.
“Shut up, Frodo!” Yoona snaps back as she clamps down tighter on her Inner Thigh Claw. “Now let me go or else the next one’s going on your crotch!”
Babe valiantly maintains her submission for another fifteen seconds, though eventually it becomes clear that she’s not going to wring a surrender from Park before the Korean’s talons rip a hole in her leg. Not wanting to give Yoona an opportunity to make good on her Crotch Claw threat either, Babcock releases her Indian Deathlock and both women roll to opposite sides of the ring in order to massage their respective aches and pains.
Babe pops to her feet, shakes out her abbreviated stems and gives Yoona a respectful once over. If she’s hoping to get the same in return from Park, she realizes she’ll be waiting a long time, particularly when Park smiles, raises her right hand and clenches her digits in what any sane ex-lifeguard has to take as a none too subtle warning of things to come.
Babcock gulps hard but doesn’t step backward. Instead, she starts to circles the stationary Yoona, Park becoming agitated with the lack of physical interaction.
“Look,” Yoona says seething, “I know you’re trying to stretch this out to three books, but…”
Babe cuts off Park’s interminable Tolkien ‘mouth garbage’ by leaping into a dropkick, Babcock’s bare tootsies thumping into Yoona’s chest. Park is sent into a backward somersault from the contact but pops back to her feet as if she planned the entire trip. However, Babe, having beat the Korean back to verticality, is already rushing at her foe. With Yoona somewhat doubled on her way up, Babcock lands her Can Opener leaping knee lift to Park’s lowered forehead, snapping the Korean’s noggin back.
Yoona staggers to the corner behind her, throwing her arms over the ropes on either side to remain off her backside. Babcock charges and dips a shoulder, gutting Yoona, folding the frame of Park deep between the buckles. The blonde grabs the ropes and plunges her shoulder in again and again, impaling Park, Yoona’s eyes bulging with each insertion.
Babe finally relents at the official’s urging, only to scoop Yoona under her thighs and lift Park, seating her on the top buckle. The diminutive Siren of Sea and Surf, climbs to the middle ropes and moves Yoona to a stance on them as well. The duo start trading punches, as they battle for control of the elevated environment, before a stiff forearm from Babe stuns the Korean. Babcock quickly lifts Yoona to a stance on the top and joins her, balancing precariously as she pulls Park’s arms into a straightjacket position, wrapping her own arms around the back of the Asian grappler then sending Yoona airborne with her California Splash.
Sent up and over with an avalanche German Suplex, Yoona’s spine SLAMS into the deck with a loud BANG, the crowd erupting in delight at the sight of Babe pulling out some heavy artillery.
As Park writes in pain on the canvas, reaching for her lower spine, face etched in pain, Babe’s already kipped to her bare feet and is tracking Park down. With Yoona able to rise to a seated position, Babe dives at her, legs extended and leading the way. But instead of a dropkick, the blonde spreads her lower limbs and they shoot around the midriff of the Korean.
Quickly, Babe snaps the gams shut round Park’s tummy, locks her ankles, and flexes her sinewy thighs, long hours of running on the beach allowing the legs to readily show the muscles as they tense around the scissored Park. Yoona grits her teeth from the pressure while Babcock does likewise from the application of the scissors, the ex-lifeguard trying to draw every ounce of pressure from the pulsing legs.
Yoona tries to pry her way free, but without the results she’s looking for, turns to raking her nails down Babe’s lightly tanned thighs. Babcock shrieks in pain, trying to maintain her ‘grip’. But she can’t help the limbs from loosening as the ten welt lines emerge and Park is able to wriggle free, push to her feet, and put some distance between herself and the fan favorite.
Babcock rubs her legs, trying to soothe the fiery tracks. She knows not to let her opponent have too much recovery time and races toward Park. Reaching the Korean, Babe leaps into a leg lariat but Park has enough senses remaining to duck under the effort and Babe splashes in ungainly fashion to the canvas.
LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yx7jAV7jf8s
Park pounces, leaping into a Knee Drop that crashes into the base of Babe’s spine. Babcock’s backbone arches in agony. She rolls to a pained seat when Yoona bounces off her. Park’s not done with her back attack however as she lines up the blonde and NAILS the same spot with a vicious Soccer Kick at the bottom of the column.
Again, Babe is sent into a spasm, leaning forward as she yelps in pain. Yoona quickly steps forward from behind, slipping first one leg then the other over Babe’s shoulders, sitting on the back of Babe’s neck. Reaching down, she grabs the blonde’s ankles and starts to spread Babe’s legs WIDE in a Split-legged Stump Puller, occasionally spinning the trapped Babe so she can be shown off to each side of the arena, Babcock sobbing in pain but not giving in when the ref asks for a submission.
SPLIT-LEGGED STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiEwOgSwWbE
Apparently bored after a couple dozen seconds of the torture, Yoona releases Babcock’s stems and dismounts. Babe rolls into a fetal ball, apparently unsure whether to tend to her back or stretched groin muscles. The blonde tries to inch to the ropes, perhaps to roll under, but Park dissuades her of that idea with a stomp to the spine that cracks Babe out of her shell.
The Korean plucks a wrist of Babcock’s and yanks the ex-lifeguard to her feet. She bullies the vertically-challenged blonde into the ropes and sends her flying across the canvas with an Irish Whip. As Babe rebounds toward her, Yoona takes off like a shot, leaping toward a Superman Punch when Babe is within range. Thankfully for the Beach Brigade, Babe is able to use her lack of height and ducks under the swing.
Babcock barrels into her second set of ropes and races toward Park’s six-o-clock, but Yoona pivots into a deeply delving Side Kick that impales the flat belly of the Brigade leader. Doubled and gasping, the blue-eyed blonde can manage little in the way of defense as Yoona snuggles close, clutches Babe by the neck and sends knee after knee into the blonde’s liver with her signature Thai Plum, Babe left a gurgling mess after number ten.
The fans groan with sympathetic pain and there is a smattering of jeers as well from the Beach Brigade as Babe melts into a blonde-haired puddle on the mat. Another stiff kick to the ribs forces her to roll over onto her back and Yoona plops to a seat onto her battered abdomen. It technically counts as a pin, and the referee drops to the mat and counts out a…
ONE!
TWO!
THR -- !
Babcock shivers and brings a shoulder off the mat to break the pin, and Park abandons her perch with an annoyed roll of her eyes. Yoona hauls the ex-lifeguard up with two handfuls of hair then secures another Thai Plum by clasping both hands behind Babe’s head and squeezing both forearms around her neck. She’s about to send another barrage of knees into her opponent’s breadbasket when the official gets her attention by coughing conspicuously.
“Before the show, your girlfriend told me to tell you to --and I quote-- ‘not go full Tong Po,’” the referee says meekly, to which Park responds with a groan of disgust.
“She started it!” Yoona whines in protest. “Threw a knee right into my fucking head!”
Nevertheless, she tucks Babcock’s head under her right arm, switching to a Front Facelock in preparation for a more traditional wrestling maneuver. The audience would never find out what she had planned, however, when Babe finds a second wind, cradles her left knee, and suddenly bridges over and back to slam her into the mat with a Fisherman’s Suplex. The impact jars her loose from Babcock’s grip, and Park bounces up to a seated position with both arms clasped around her head.
Babe quickly follows up by wrapping both of her arms around her opponent’s torso from behind, and then begins tumbling head-over-heels on the canvas again and again, rolling to all four corners of the ring and dragging the Korean along for a ride in the Whirlpool. After a couple of trips around the ring, Babcock folds Park into a matchbook and stacks her onto her shoulders for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
Despite not knowing up from down, Yoona manages to kick free with a fraction of a second to spare. Babe scrambles upright on slightly wobbly legs, but when Park tries to follow, the Korean’s dizziness causes her to collapse back to the mat after only a couple of steps. Flashing a quick grin to cheers from her Beach Brigade, the blonde sprints forward before sliding to the mat and slamming both feet into her opponent’s chest. The Baseball Slide sends Yoona barrel-rolling under the bottom ropes, and she takes an unpleasant fall to the thinly padded concrete outside.
Park stays down after the tumble, not ready to get back to her feet until her double vision slowly fades away. The ex-lifeguard isn’t so patient, however, and follows out onto the floor to take the fight to her opponent. She starts to drag the brunette up by an arm, but Yoona appears to have recovered faster than she had anticipated and the Korean retaliates by slugging her in the exact same spot on her gut that had been tenderized by Knee Strikes. Immediately sent into bodyshock by the blow, Babe crumples and neatly falls across Yoona’s shoulders, allowing Park to secure a Fireman’s Carry.
Yoona powers to a stand and slowly ascends the ring steps to the apron, a task made considerably more difficult by the burden she’s carrying. She walks to the center of the apron, faces the middle of the ring, then straightens her posture and leans back. Gravity does the rest and Park falls backwards from the apron towards the floor, relying on Babe’s body to break her fall. Unfortunately for the Beach Brigade, the fall also appears to break Babe’s body as she gasps on impact when the air is explosively driven from her lungs, and then she lays motionless on the ground.
The boosted Samoan Drop leaves Yoona a bit spent as well, and she decides to milk the referee’s count as long as possible in order to take a mid-match break, reclining lazily on Babcock’s torso as she inspects her manicure. Once the man shouts “SIXTEEN!” she figures it’s time to get things going again, and she hauls the smaller blonde up, shoves her into the ring under the bottom rope, and follows behind. Babe still appears insensate when Park rolls her onto her back, though instead of another pin attempt, Yoona opts for a wake-up call.
She takes a seat between her opponent’s legs, then plants her feet on Babcock’s calves. The Gladiatrix photographers know what’s coming, and they scramble into position around the ring so that they may take better crotch shots of both women. Yoona graciously allows them to find their optimal angles, and then she uncoils her legs to stretch Babe with a Seated Legspread.
The sharp, snapping pain in her groin and hamstrings brings the Siren of Surf and Sand screeching back to life. While years of swimming and running on the beach had made her legs powerful and toned, doing the splits had never been part of her routine. Worse still is the fact that she is forced into an even wider set of splits than her opponent due to her shorter limbs, and when Park stretches to full extension, that leaves Babcock’s legs spread apart at a truly preposterous angle.
SEATED LEGSPREAD (0:35):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0413u0jLbw
Babe tries to drag herself backwards on hands and elbows, both to get closer to the ropes and to alleviate the stretch, although Yoona simply scoots forward on her rump to maintain the Seated Legspread. Park takes great delight in leering at the blonde’s thinly covered crotch, but when Babcock still doesn’t surrender after twenty seconds, the Korean begins to grow bored. Knowing that the intrepid photographers have ensured that she would be able to revisit the sight of the ex-lifeguard’s camel-toe anytime she wants, Yoona decides to take things up a notch.
She reaches forward and gives a light, playful swat to Babe’s pubic mound, and when the blonde reflexively reaches down to cover up, Park immediately snatches both wrists and pulls her screaming opponent up to a seated position, making the stretch all the more unbearable. For a few moments, the two wrestlers are locked in a strange Tug-of-War, each trying to lean backwards against the efforts of the other. Eventually it’s the exotic brunette who gains the advantage, and she forces Babe to lean farther and farther forward until Babcock is lying directly on top of her.
“TITTY SMOTHER!” Yoona shouts as she scrubs Babe’s face against her chest, although the unmuffled sound of Babcock howling in pain makes it obvious that Park’s B-cups are not smothering much of anything.
Relinquishing her holds on the ex-lifeguard’s wrists has given Babe a lifeline, however. In a desperate gambit, Babcock plants both hands on the Korean’s shoulders and shoves her flat on the mat. It doesn’t directly help her in any way, but it does put Yoona in a pinning predicament, and the referee quickly catches on and pounds out…
ONE!
TWO!
...before Park pushes her aside, breaking both the pin and the submission hold.
The blonde beachgoer pulls her legs in tight, collapsing into a fetal ball. Babe’s groin muscles snap back into something approximating normal and Babcock rubs at her vandalized inner thighs, cooing in relief the stretch play has subsided.
Much better after the Tug-of-War than her aching opponent, Yoona wipes her brow in mock alarm at nearly being pinned. She hops to her feet and circles Babe in predatory fashion, occasionally sending a boot into the blonde, drawing a yelp from the cowed Babcock. A third and fourth are applied with the same result. But when the fifth kick comes, Babe breaks out of her shell enough to grasp Park’s ankle. She twists the captured limb while rolling out of her ball and trips the Korean to the canvas.
Wincing through the pain of rising, Babe makes it to vertical and settles into a reverse straddling crouch of the flattened Yoona. With Park’s right ankle in her possession, she scoots up the increasingly curved frame of the ex-ballerina, Babe dropping her tight and tiny ass to Park’s spine to amp up the pressure on her Single-leg Crab.
SINGLE-LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
In little more than a few seconds, the leg stretching is turned on its figurative head, with Babe now trying to force Yoona to surrender. But while the curve in Park’s spinal column seems to cause her a modicum of pain, the Korean is apparently immune to the leg portion of the torture.
When Park tells the official to go fuck off when he asks the Asian if she wants to give in and Yoona taunts Babcock with a request to stretch out her limb a little more, a frustrated Babcock gives up her Crab. The blonde does it in an emphatic manner, however, lifting Park’s leg high as she rises out of her crouch then spikes the knee of Yoona’s raised limb into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The impact forces a yip of pain from the Korean the stretching did not. Instantly noticing, Babe proceeds to stomp her bare foot down on the aching joint, front, side, and behind in three successive trampling stamps of sole to knee.
With Park pulling the limb close, the tables seem closer to being turned and the former lifeguard sinks her digits into a wrist and shoulder to tug Park to an unsteady stance.
Slipping to the side of Yoona and taking advantage of Park placing little weight on her right stem, Babcock doubles her foe over with a kick to the breadbasket. Babe threads Yoona’s right arm between the Korean’s legs then reaches across Park’s body to corral the opposite number. Rocking back with as much strength as the diminutive blonde can muster, Babe vaults Yoona airborne, spins her up and SLAMS her down with a pumphandle variety.
PUMPHANDLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B09jPHFEfw
Park spasms in shock and awe as Babcock climbs aboard in a crossbody pin, hooking her foe’s far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Korean kicks her way free with little more than a foot separating the ref’s hand from the final slap. The FAWNatics groan in disappointment and Babe can’t help but show some as well, so close to garnering a big win against an up-n-comer, something desperately needed if she wanted to remain on the Pay-Per-View circuit and not in dark shows in Kissimmee.
The Siren of Sand and Surf pulls Park from her side to a seated position and settles in behind her, bracketing the Korean with her sinewy if abbreviated legs. The limbs are at least long enough to wrap around the ribs and midriff of Yoona, Babcock locking her legs at the ankles.
Babe sends a pulse through her thighs, cinching in her scissors while also sending her arms snaking around the rookie’s noggin. The limbs lock in place with one arm pressing tightly against Yoona’s carotid while the other is hard against a temple. With her sleeper secured, Babe starts to ride her writhing foe, Yoona seemingly flashing to awareness when the possibility of some early napping becomes a real one with her head in a vise-like, blood-damming grip.
Babe softly, breathlessly lullabyes into Park’s ear, vainly trying to calm the Korean’s struggles both physically and psychologically. Yoona’s writhing send the women flopping to their sides, but Babe remains attached like a blonde bulldog on a soup bone, refusing to be displaced. Gently, even tenderly, Babcock whispers sweet nothings that include how wonderful a little shuteye would be for the Muay Thai princess. For long seconds, Babcock stays clamped around her foe, Park’s movement slowly but surely devolving to molasses-like levels until finally she falls still.
An excited Babe demands the ref check the snoozing Korean. He lifts an arm. It falls to the mat, accompanied with a roar from the crowd.
He lifts again.
The limb remains leaden.
A beaming Babe watches the arm go up one more time and the zebra releases, only this time her face is etched with disbelief and horror when it remains upright and begins to shake, Yoona’s hand balling into a fist.
With Babcock tightly adhered to her back, Park can’t find much in the way of targets of opportunity to strike with her fists so instead she pries at the blonde’s arms. She makes little headway in terms of loosening the vise, but she does manage to turn her head and neck to the side, and then she quickly takes a bite out of the ex-lifeguard’s bicep.
Babe yowls in protest, and after trying to valiantly hold on for another couple of seconds she releases the Sleeper, unwilling to sacrifice a sizeable chunk of her flesh to the Yoona’s jaws. The blonde rubs at the bite mark on her arm until the worst of the pain is gone, and then she clambers upright with her still-woozy opponent in tow. Standing face to face with the Korean, Babcock hooks one arm around her neck and the other between her thighs, and scoops her larger foe onto a shoulder with a grunt of exertion. The Siren of Surf and Sand turns a quarter circle as her Beach Brigade pops in delight, then she drops to a seat while dumping her cargo to the canvas between her parted legs.
MICHINOKU DRIVER II:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLJ0RWh8AKQ
Sensing that Park still has more left in the tank, Babe eschews a pin attempt after her Michinoku Driver and instead goes after the brunette’s legs again. Her earlier Single Leg Crab had been little more than an annoyance to the limber ex-ballerina, so this time she chooses another hold from her arsenal, taking control of Yoona’s left ankle and stepping in a semi-circle around the limb to set up a Figure Four Leglock.
She doesn’t get any further than that, however, when Park immediately plants a foot in her backside and sends her stumbling away with kick. Babcock catches herself on the ropes and swivels around just in time to see the Korean getting up to one knee. Determined to keep her offensive momentum, Babe charges back into the fray in an attempt to flatten the brunette with another Can Opener.
Yoona turns out to be more aware this time though, and she lunges forward from her crouch to meet the ex-lifeguard in order to short-circuit the incoming strike. Caught wrong-footed, Babe can’t manage to get into the air before Park wraps both arms around her hips and tackles her to the mat. Laying on top of Babcock after the takedown, Yoona promptly drills an elbow into her throat and sends her into a bug-eyed fit of retching and gagging.
The audience voices their displeasure at what they feel is a cheap and unnecessarily brutal tactic against the congenial beach bunny, one of the few times that Park has been greeted with boos in her brief FAWN career. Her warrior instinct having kicked in after a couple of near-falls, Yoona was just about to ground and pound her foe into unconsciousness, but the crowd’s unfavorable response seems to give her second thoughts and she decides to do something more fan-friendly.
Relinquishing the mount, the Korean drags Babe up to a seated position and crosses the ex-lifeguard’s legs by putting her right heel next to her left hip. Yoona locks the gams in place by putting her own left foot in front of Babcock’s right, then she squats down behind the blonde and reaches across to snare Babe’s right bicep under her left arm.
GROUNDED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt12Z0ACoaU
Babcock yips and whimpers as Park ratchets up the pressure on the Grounded Abdominal Stretch. She still frantically shakes her head, however, when the referee offers her the coward’s way out, her windpipe not yet sufficiently recovered to vocalize a firm “No.” Meanwhile, Yoona decides to engage in some more fun and frivolity after having regained the upperhand. Instead of using her unoccupied right hand to further attack the ex-lifeguard’s taut abdominal muscles with a claw hold, she elects to grope the ex-lifeguard’s breasts. Her skillful teasing and fondling soon has Babe’s nipples swollen and erect, visibly perking up through the thin fabric of her bikini top much to the delight of the assembled FAWNatics.
“Get a good shot of these!” Park instructs the photographers who are more than happy to oblige. “And send the photos to X, X, underscore, pussyslayer, underscore, six, nine, underscore, X, X, at A, O, L, dot com!”
Having provided some well-received fan-service at the expense of her opponent, Yoona releases her hold and walks away to preen for the crowd who have once again found their appreciation for the lusty Korean. Babcock, on the other hand, is far less amused at being used as a toy, the previous hold leaving her more embarrassed than seriously hurt. She scrambles upright and charges full steam ahead before launching herself feet first at the ex-ballerina. Park sees what’s coming and rolls her eyes even as the blonde comes flying at her, but she’s half a step too slow in getting out of the way, and the Dropkick clips her on the shoulder and sends her spiralling to the mat.
Yoona rolls with the blow to land in a four-point stance just as Babe kips up a couple of feet away, and from that position Park explodes forward with a Flying Knee aimed at the blonde’s jaw. Once again, however, she’s half a step too slow and Babcock slides out of the way just in the nick of time. Just as Yoona is resetting her stance, the Siren of Surf and Sand grabs her by the shoulders, leaps up to press a pair of knees into her chest, and falls backwards to the deck. A fraction of a second later, Babe lands on her hindquarters and force of the impact is transferred through her legs and into Park’s ribcage.
CHEST COMPRESSOR:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=JEm3GvgkqAM
The Korean bounces off the bony joints and slops to the mat, unable to do more than curl into a protective ball after the Chest Compressor leaves her sputtering and breathless. Babcock is quickly upon her again, this time shoving her onto her stomach before prying out her left arm and twisting it behind her back with a high and tight Chickenwing hold. The Siren of Surf and Sand reasons that the laffy taffy sinews in the ex-ballerina’s legs might not extend to her arms and shoulders, and that intuition pays off when a long, wheezing groan forces its way from Park’s lips.
Bolstered by the knowledge that her hold is having the desired effect, Babe doubles down on the submission by looping the crook of her right elbow under Yoona’s chin while her left arm continues to work the Chickenwing. After a short struggle, Babcock is able to clasp both of her hands together just above the brunette’s left shoulder. With both portions of the Crossface Chickenwing tightly secured, she rolls both herself and her opponent onto their right sides to a second serenade of “TAP! TAP! TAP!” from her fans, although unlike the first, this one grows stronger in intensity and volume when it becomes obvious that the Korean is seriously hurting.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=1HiIt4Ku-ZU
Yoona had always been a particularly obstinate young lady, however, and she does not acquiesce to the demands of the Beach Brigade. Instead she puts her legs to work, pushing against the canvas in a slow and methodical left-right-left-right rhythm. Babe immediately recognizes the jailbreak in progress and she tries to put a stop to it by wrapping her legs around her opponent’s, but the shorter length of her limbs proves to be a significant disadvantage. Not able to effectively tie up both of Park’s legs, she has to settle for grapevining both her calves around Yoona’s left thigh, which slows but does not stop their progress towards the ropes. After another dozen or so seconds of exertion, Park is able to reach out and wrap her fingers around the rubber coated steel cable.
Babe releases the hold after a four-count and Yoona promptly escapes out under the bottom rope. Recalling what happened the last time she followed Park out onto the floor, the blonde decides to to patiently stay in the ring and wait for the referee to force the Korean to re-enter. For her part, Yoona appears to be in no hurry to resume the match as she massages her neck and left shoulder.
“Bro, can you do me a solid and give the ring-out count in Entish?” she asks the official.
No such luck, however, as the man is apparently inoculated to any further attempts to distract him with Tolkien. Her time limited to a more standard twenty-count, Yoona takes a seat on the announcer’s table and begins removing her ankle wraps which had encumbered her normally impeccable footwork, unwinding the strips of athletic tape and discarding them to the ground. It was a gamble that left her fragile ankles and feet completely vulnerable, but Babcock had not been targetting that weakness thus far and Park did not plan to give her to opportunity to do so for the remainder of the match.
With time almost up, Yoona slides back into the ring, pops to her feet, and goes on the offense immediately. She lunges at Babe and pivots in a semicircle on her left foot, turning her back to her opponent while whipping her right fist at the ex-lifeguard’s jaw.
URAKEN:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=-5c9D5pmAt4
Babcock almost eeps in surprise, although she's able to duck under the murderous Uraken by the slimmest of margins. Park isn't done, and as soon as her spin brings her face to face with the ex-lifeguard once more, she dives low and grabs for the blonde’s ankles. Not wanting to get caught in another one of Yoona’s holds, Babe throws her hips in reverse and takes a big hop backwards to stay out of the Korean’s grasps.
Coming up empty seems to have been all part of the plan, however, when Yoona plants her hands on the mat and uses the inertia of her lunge to launch herself into a cartwheel. Babcock is still recovering her balance after her dodge, and she's caught totally off-guard when Park’s heels windmill around and smash into her face, turning her legs into jelly and sending her to the deck in a heap.
CARTWHEEL KICK:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=uIeHc8ecQCA
Yoona lands in a crouch after her Cartwheel Kick, and then she pounces into a simple Crossbody over her opponent’s limp form.
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!
Babe shudders and gets a shoulder off the canvas with a fraction of a second to spare, much to the Korean’s consternation.
“Goddamn it! Why you gotta do me like that, Frodo?!” Yoona huffs. “The fans would've shit bricks if I knocked your ass out with a cartwheel, but nooooooo, you just had to go and fucking ruin everything!”
Babcock doesn’t respond to Park’s verbal jabs because she’s having a hard time responding in any way after the Korean’s physical ones. The blonde tries to push up from all fours and takes a mini-header, her face mushing into the canvas. The crowd groans in disappointment as Yoona’s looping kick seems to have left her foe loopy.
Recovering from the disappointment of losing her acrobatic ending, Park reaches her feet and hovers in Babe’s blind spot, waiting patiently, as much as she’s able, for the reeling Babcock to join her in verticality. To her credit, the former lifeguard fights her way there, slowly and absently turning toward her poised foe, despite the best efforts of the FAWNatics to warn her. Yoona fakes a left front kick, the subterfuge lost on the still dizzied blonde, and launches into a Superman Punch to Babe’s jaw.
SUPERMAN PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5KYPIMQwx8
Babcock’s noggin buggywhips from the impact, the Siren of Surf and Sand sent into a pirouetting stumble through the ropes. Babe crashes atop the apron on the way to her resting place on the thinly-padded cement floor. Her earlier choice to avoid facing Park on the outside now removed from her, Babe remains face down and nearly motionless as the Korean grappler approaches the ref.
Yoona acts as if she’s paying the zebra, stuffing some non-existent cash in his hands for him to raise the countout number to forty from twenty.
“Thanks, kiddo,” she purrs as she heads for the steel cables and through.
“But...but…I,” the official stammers. “You’ve got twenty seconds, Miss Park.”
Camille’s partner in crime and other activities drops to the floor, waving a dismissive hand at the man over her shoulder.
“Alright. I can do some good work in twenty.”
Sinking her left set of digits into Babe’s golden locks, she pulls the semiconscious beachgoer to her haunches, Babcock’s braincase lolling in the direction of Park’s choice.
“You still love your little Barbie Doll,” Yoona shouts to the assembled.
When a fair number respond loudly in the affirmative, Yoona shrugs and nods then turns to Babe and starts pounding Knee Strikes into Babcock’s left temple, settling on a half-dozen so as to leave the blonde’s consistency putty rather than slurry. With the ref having reached ‘ten’ and Babcock unable to provide any assistance in getting to her feet, Yoona decides returning her foe to the ring has to begin immediately. The Asian scoops the Cali transplant under her arms, lifts her spandex-clad carcass and drags her to the ring’s edge. Placing the burbling Babe’s upper half on the apron, Park shoves her legs up next and rolls the Beach Brigade’s leader under the bottom rope.
“There…ya happy?” Yoona shouts to the striped-shirt.
Apparently not.
The man continues to ‘SEVENTEEN’ before Park joins her demolished blonde, popping to her feet next to the softly stirring Siren, Park noticing there’s a flicker of life left in her opponent.
“Oh goodie. My little dolly hasn’t had ALL of her strings cut.”
The Korean dips a hand into Babe’s flaxen strands, presumably to lift her to vertical and lead her down the road to a final game of Footsie. After all, didn’t Babcock deserve it, starting the match barefoot, basically calling for that to be the end of her night.
But before Yoona can tug her up, a suddenly flailing Babe punches her legs out like pistons at the touch of the dark-haired beauty, ramming her soles into the right ankle of the former ballerina.
Howling in agony, Park not only releases her grip on Babe’s locks, but is left hopping on her left foot, pulling her right high and tight.
The confused baby blues of Babe find Park, but don’t seem to fully register how she got Yoona in such a state. Somehow, the beachgoer knows what to do next, folding her legs up and ramming the bare tootsies forward once more, this time hurling them into Yoona’s left ankle. Undercut, Park lands hard on her side, shrieking in anguish as she pulls both lower limbs close, knees to her chest; Babe turning the dominant Muay Thai-er into a whimpering ball.
In little position to fully take advantage, Babcock is able to use the frantic urging of the crowd to first reach a seated position against the ropes before using the rubber-coated strands to reach her feet. Still appearing a bit confused, Babe nevertheless realizes enough to grab the left ankle of the Korean to pull Yoona out of her ball, stretching the lithe limb away from Park’s protective shell.
With the crowd chanting her name, Babe steps over the captured leg, turning to mount the limb, straddling the leg at mid-calf as she turns Yoona onto her chest in the process, ready to work over Yoona’s weak point like a part-time job with an Ankle Lock.
ANKLE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1r3L9nx7p8
With her ligaments and tendons damaged and frayed from years of ballet, it doesn't take much foot abuse to push the normally limber Korean past her breaking point, and a sharp twist of Yoona’s ankle forces a bloodcurdling shriek from her mouth. She grasps for the bottom rope at her side and comes up short by maybe six inches, and then the Beach Brigade erupts in cheers as it seems that she’s just moments away from submitting.
Unfortunately for Babe and her fans, the former lifeguard had been too hasty in applying her Ankle Lock and she had not dragged her foe far enough from the edge of the ring. Park stretches out her right leg ninety degrees to the side, and manages to drape a foot over the bottom rope. Babcock relinquishes her hold before the referee can even start his count, opting to drag the mewling ex-ballerina to the center of the ring rather than milk the count. Once she has Yoona far away from the safety of the ropes, Babe starts setting up for a second Ankle Lock that would surely end the match. She’s still too concentrated on working over Park’s left foot, however, and she doesn’t notice the Korean’s right leg until it lashes out and strikes her kneecap.
The blonde collapses to the mat with a wail, hugging her right knee to her chest, and her opponent is on her in an instant. Ignoring the last pangs of pain in her own foot, Yoona scrambles over to take control of Babcock’s arms and drags the ex-lifeguard up with a Double Underhook. Bent over at her waist with both arms pinned behind her back and favoring her right leg, Babe is defenseless when her opponent -- enraged by the Ankle Lock -- unleashes a torrent of devastating Knee Strikes into her ribs and gut.
By the fifth blow, Babcock is desperately trying to plead for mercy, although the lack of air in her lungs makes that impossible. By the tenth blow, the crowd is booing vociferously as Yoona continues to batter her now completely motionless opponent. By the twentieth blow, the referee seems ready to call the match out of concern for Babe’s well-being.
Recognizing that the official is not going to let her continue her heartless assault much longer, Park suddenly jerks backwards and throws herself to the deck, driving Babcock’s head into the mat with a vicious Double Underhook DDT.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX0vKctVxNg
Yoona lays on the canvas next to her unconscious opponent catching her breath, the haze of anger fading from her mind even as the FAWNatics voice their displeasure at her tactics. Seeing that the Korean isn’t going for a pin, the referee begins his count for a knockout in order to bring the match to a merciful end for the beach bunny.
“Stop counting, jackass,” Park sternly commands, rolling the blonde over onto her back. “I’m gonna give these horndogs their money’s worth.”
With that said, Yoona straddles her opponent’s hips and uses her left leg to grapevine her opponent’s right, hooking the Babcock’s shin with her foot to keep that limb in place. Rather than repeat the maneuver and fully lock in the Double Leg Grapevine, Park sits on her haunches, brings the ex-lifeguard’s left leg upright, and hugs it to her chest.
Almost instantly, the booing crowd falls into a stunned silence, and then a beat later they erupt into cheers, the promise of lurid fan-service instantly making turncoats of all but the most ardent of the Beach Brigade. Nicknamed Death by Snu Snu by the FAWNatics, Yoona’s preferred finishing move combined the most hellacious leg stretch in the federation with a lustful crotch-on-crotch grind that inevitably made a wet, sticky mess out of both herself and her opponent.
For the moment, however, Park only applies the latter as she rhythmically sweeps her hips back and forth over and over again, and soon the friction brings Babe humming back to semi-consciousness. The concussive haze still clouding her mind prevents Babcock from recognizing much of anything beyond the intensely delightful sensation coming from between her parted legs, and she begins to moan as a faint smile creeps across her face while her eyes remain shut.
The arena falls silent again so that they may better hear every soft cry and gasp coming from both women in the ring. Within a minute of Yoona applying her well-honed technique, Babe is audibly cooing for more, even though all of the ex-lifeguard’s senses save for touch remain offline. Her red-polished toes clench tightly and her hips buck with every sweep of her opponent’s thinly sheathed groin against her own, and the FAWNatics await her rapidly building orgasm with giddy anticipation.
Another minute, however, and it’s the nymphomaniac Korean who’s first through the finish line with a loud, shuddering moan which draws cheers from the fans. The din of the audience and the sensation of Park’s warm and wet discharge soaking her bottoms finally brings Babe back to her full senses, and her eyes snap open. It takes her a second to realize what’s happening, and then her expression goes from confused to horrified.
“No… No… Wait…” Babcock croaks.
Yoona responds with a smirk and a wink, and then she leans all the way forward to force her opponent into a set of vertical splits. Babe shrieks in pain as her left foot is stretched out over the top of her head while her right leg remains trapped against the mat by Park’s Single Leg Grapevine, and within five seconds she’s frantically slapping both hands against the deck.
“Your winner, by submission, Yoona Park!” the ring announcer proclaims just after the bell dings three times to make the result official.
Mercifully, Yoona rocks back onto her haunches which alleviates the unbearable straining and tearing in Babe’s groin and hamstring. She remains straddled on the blonde’s hips, however, and the ex-lifeguard is too spent to resist.
“ORLANDOOOOO!” Park shouts at the assembled audience. “THAT WAS GOOD FOR ME! WAS THAT GOOD FOR YOU TOO?!”
The FAWNatics roar in the affirmative.
“MORE SNU SNU?!” she asks the crowd.
“MORE SNU SNU!” they demand.
Satisfied that she has the fans eating out of the palm of her hand, Yoona resumes grinding away on her opponent’s crotch. The referee has his misgivings though, and he tries to convince Park to stop.
“I -- I don't think Camille would approve…” he mutters.
“Ehh, she’ll be mad but I’ll make it up to her. I'm really good with my tongue,” Yoona says, her voice trembling. “Besides… Frodo’s loving this. Aren't you, Frodo?”
“Mmmmhhh… ohhh… oooooooooohh…” Babcock moans as her eyes roll back in her head.
The official is unconvinced and he’s about to drag the Korean off of her vanquished foe, but then a voice in his earpiece commands him to stand down. The number of pay-per-view purchases had spiked when Yoona had sentenced Babe to Death by Snu Snu, and it was simply good business for the FAWN executives to abide by the old adage of “sex sells.”
The referee backs off with a resigned sigh, while Park continues to grind out climax after climax from both herself and her opponent, much to the delight of the fans.