Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 23:04:02 GMT
Having beaten back Eternal Midnight and the Church that tried to make her a minister, Dominique Daly seemed on the edge of returning to the forefront of the lightweight picture, but a loss to Barely Legal’s Gabby Mendoza in a battle for the sub-125 gold struck the Mighty Mite down, throwing her to the back of the line and ultimately the house show circuit.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
A rare Pay-Per-View opportunity for the original Mite and now cherished high flyer awaits Daly on this evening. And what better way to move back up the ladder than beat one of the most obnoxious up-and-comers.
The exotic, little former gymnast bounces in place, ready for her music to hit. Adrenaline flowing, Daly shadow boxes then grasps the edges of the curtain, ready to enter the field of battle once more when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
The FAWNatics respond with a roar, excited for the Mighty Mite to return from the dark match shadows. The love echoes throughout the bowl, a reaction unthinkable at one time, the fans long since buying into Daly’s new attitude, whether or not it’s from a place of respect and honor or from Dominique’s need for their applause.
The leader of the Domi-Nation appears with the first verse, the tawny little hardbody decked out in a gleaming white leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles and chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly dips her head and raises her hands to clap along with the chorus.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of red and blue pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the top turnbuckle. Spine tingling with the electricity of a thousand awed voices, Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’, then takes their breath away again by launching into the sky for a spiraling descent planting her in the center of the ring as the ring announcer initiates his introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and is now simply mitey awesome DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd agrees with the announcement and roars as Domi “walks” in a handstand to her corner, flips to her feet flawlessly, and settles into an expectant crouch for the arrival of the foe whose defeat would place her singles career back on the upward arc Daly hadn’t seen in quite some time.
“And her opponent, from Seoul, South Korea… coming in at five foot seven and one hundred and twenty eight pounds… Yoona Park!”
Sugary K-pop melodies pump through the arena speakers as Yoona Park steps through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp, followed a few seconds later by her girlfriend Camille Cosworth. Along with the arm candy, Yoona sports dramatically different ring attire, an anniversary gift courtesy of Camille.
YOONA PARK:
CAMILLE COSWORTH:
Gone are the bikini bottoms and tank top, and in their place is a black bustier-style one piece lined in metallic gold. Her forearms are sheathed in matching fingerless gloves that run up to her elbow, and on her legs are a pair of black sleeves that start just above her knees and run down to her ankles before terminating in thin stirrups that loop around the arch of her otherwise bare feet. “YOONA” is written vertically in metallic gold block letters on the front of each shin.
Going beyond mere aesthetics, the sartorial changes follow a function. The tight, corset-like compression in the midsection of the bustier bolsters Park’s core strength -- while also giving a crowd-pleasing boost to her bosom -- and her leg sleeves made of the same material serve to stabilize her fragile ankles and neutralize the pressure points in the soles of her feet. And although Cosworth strongly disapproves of her repeatedly punching her opponents in the head, the Korean’s gloves effectively protect her wrists and knuckles in the event of fisticuffs.
Yoona flexes her ankles and toes, and when she is satisfied that her new footwear will not impair her range of motion, she offers the crook of her elbow to her girlfriend and the pair walk towards the ring arm-in-arm. She notices, however, that Camille is less than thrilled about being at the arena.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Park asks.
Cosworth doesn’t answer, because her girlfriend already knows what's wrong. The two of them had scheduled a six-week tropical vacation, both to commemorate their one-year anniversary as a couple and to celebrate Camille being crowned FAWN’s Rookie of the Year, which Yoona had petulantly canceled in light of Camille coming up short in the finals of the rookie tournament. While Cosworth was never one to complain about putting in more work at gym or in the ring, she had been really looking forward to that vacation too.
“C’mon, Cam!” Yoona wheedles after ten seconds of the silent treatment. “You love watching Daly do her useless flippy shit!”
“Are you going to actually wrestle Domi and give her a chance, or are you just going to bash her skull in?”
“Don’t ask questions that you don’t want to know the answers to, babe,” Park helpfully advises as they arrive at the ring.
Yoona ascends the ring steps and slips through the ropes, and Camille makes for her spot at the announcer’s table next to Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman. She suddenly remembers something though, and she hustles to ringside while beckoning the Korean over. Cosworth pulls a red silk ribbon from her back pocket, loops it a couple of times around Park’s left thigh, and then ties it off like a garter.
“Am I immune to Status Effects now?” Yoona chuckles with a curiously raised eyebrow.
“And you call me a nerd,” Camille scoffs. “I watched a documentary on Muay Thai fighters. They wear ribbons and bands to take the spirit of their family and loved ones into battle with them.”
Park looks at her quizzically for a few seconds.
“You watched Bloodsport.”
“I watched Bloodsport,” Cosworth immediately confesses.
The couple share a laugh and break apart once more, and Camille takes a seat at the announcer’s table while Yoona turns to face her opponent for the night. The referee checks her gloves and footwear, and once he’s sure they’re not loaded with steel plates, he signals for the bell to get things underway.
Dominique is first out of her corner. She stakes her claim to the center of the ring and shadowboxes while bouncing on the balls of her feet. As a disciple of MMA knockout artist Mercy Ellis, Daly is confident that she can throw hands with her opponent, despite a substantial reach disadvantage. As has become her custom, however, Park elects to start the attack with her words.
“You have nice feet for a hob --”
“You’ve already used that line!” Camille shouts in protest from her seat, causing Yoona to growl in irritation. “It was mediocre at best the first time, and now it’s totally lame!”
“Totally lame!” Dominique affirms before blowing a raspberry at the fuming Korean.
“Go choke on a goblin-dick, Gimli!” Park snaps, doubling down on her Tolkien-based trash talk as she storms out of the corner.
Daly steps up to meet her foe, but just before she can pound Yoona with her tiny fists of fury, she finds herself blinded by a Three Stooges-style poke to the eyes. Dominique shrieks in pain and rage as she covers her face with her hands, which unfortunately leaves her defenseless when Yoona pirouettes in a tight spiral and smashes an elbow into her left temple.
DISCUSS ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
Domi-Nation howls in protest, as their leader is seemingly laid out unconscious after the Discuss Elbow Smash. The official is livid as well and he delivers a furious reprimand for the blatant eye-poke. He has to cut his lecture short, however, when Park grows weary of his prattling and nonchalantly plants a foot on Daly’s chest, forcing the man to drop down to the mat and count...
ONE...
TWO…
...before Dominique shivers and brings a shoulder up to extend the match past the thirty second mark. Yoona doesn’t seem too worried, and she hauls the diminutive gymnast upright before clasping her hands around the back of Daly’s neck. With her Thai Plum secured, she stretches her right leg back and then explosively powers it forward and up, slamming a knee into Dominique’s midsection with such force that it lifts Daly’s toes a couple of inches off the mat. Park repeats the maneuver again and then again, Dominique sinking to her knees from the repeated blows, and Domi-Nation collectively lets out a deflating groan as the fight seems to be over before it really started.
When Yoona tries for a fourth Knee Strike, this one aimed at Daly’s head, Dominique finds the strength to deliver a desperate headbutt to Park’s abdomen that ‘misses’ and catches the Korean in the groin instead. Caught by surprise, Park melts to the deck with her hands clasped between her thighs, though Daly doesn’t seem to be doing much better as she collapses and hugs her blasted abdomen. The referee decides to look the other way on the Low Blow to make up for the earlier eye-poke, but he can’t ignore the fact that both women are down, and he begins his ten-count.
Fortunately, Yoona makes it to her feet at the count of “SEVEN!” to avoid the double knockout, and she staggers over to grab Dominique who is only up to one knee. Perhaps the Mighty Mite had been playing possum, because as soon as her foe got within reach, she wraps her arms under Park’s haunches, pops to a stand, and immediately drops back to one knee to drop the Korean crotch-first across a posted thigh.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvTCG3QHglI
Yoona moans and writhes on the mat after having her crotch smashed a second time courtesy of Daly’s Inverted Atomic Drop. Meanwhile, Dominique throws her hands up in a V, tilts her head back, and soaks in the adoration from her fans. Her hunger for the applause sated for the moment, she turns towards the announcer’s table and blows a kiss at Park’s girlfriend. Camille refuses to take the bait, and responds only with an eye-roll and a disapproving shake of her head.
As could so often happen within the confines of a match, the tide turned precipitously. In any fight, and most especially in one with an opponent like Park, it’s vital to take every advantage and the veteran moves to do just that.
As if she’s trading recipes with Camille, Domi sends a toe kick deep into Yoona’s gut, doubling her over and hoping to keep her tied to a spot. Daly turns and heads for the ropes behind her, rebounding at full speed, her long time in the ring having slowed her a bit, but barely noticeable to the untrained eye.
Leaping as she closes in on the Korean, Daly somersaults in mid-air, snatching Yoona’s braincase as she flies over her foe’s left shoulder. Dominique RIPS Yoona off her feet and SPIKES the crown of the grappler’s skull into the canvas, the crowd ‘ooohing’ in sympathy with the collision.
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE
Apparently requiring a bit more of a flourish, Domi doesn’t immediately go for the pin, instead kipping to her feet and moving to the side of the splayed Park. Domi skies into the air above Yoona’s neck and drops across in a set of splits, her lead leg crashing down across the throat of the Muay Thai expert.
Park spasms from the impact and falls still. With her muscular if abbreviated stem draped on Yoona, Domi waits for Merle to drop to his knees and slap the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Park pushes the leg off and rolls to the side to the great relief of Cosworth who applauds her girlfriend’s refusal to call it a night.
Domi doesn’t seem concerned or surprised over the escape from the pinfall. Instead, she scrambles to her feet and collects Yoona’s legs, first at the ankles, but quickly shifting her grip to around the Korean’s knees.
Slowly and not so surely, Daly struggles with her bigger squirming foe, lifting her toward vertical and turning Park. With Yoona nearly rolled, Domi gives up one leg to focus on the right. With that controlled and Yoona stacked, the former gymnast reefs on the wrenched knee with a torturous Half-Crab, pulling on the joint in brutal fashion.
HALF-CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-g0cltcXU
Heaped on her head, Park fights to find a way out as the crowd showers Daly with the ovation she adores.
“Not too bad, eh Yoona,” Domi grunts while testing the ball and socket of Park’s knee. “Had a great teacher.”
Despite Domi’s best efforts and Merle’s attentive offers to Yoona to end her pain, Park uses her precarious positioning to her advantage, finding a way to shift her weight and force the smaller grappler and herself to tumble to the canvas. For a moment, Domi retains her grip on the knee, but without the leverage, she forfeits it to get back on her horse and resume the speed game that is her original forte.
With Yoona having trouble keeping track of the springy former gymnast, Dominique again heads for the ropes to build some added momentum. Sprinting back at the rising and turning Park, Daly elevates while grabbing Park in a front facelock. Instead of flipping her foe to the deck, the Mighty Mite vaults alongside the Korean and forces her to rotate. Domi completes her flight around Yoona and buries her skull into the canvas again, this time with a Running Tornado DDT.
RUNNING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yfxueBHZgU
Park slops to the canvas, skidding to a stop, apparently unable to combat the Cosworth-like display of the reformed Mite. There’s no extra cherry-on-top maneuver from Domi this time. Instead, she throws her diminutive, muscular frame atop the starfished Park, hooking a leg, pressing Yoona’s left knee into her own chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Park rolls a shoulder up with Merle’s hand halfway to its third impact and pushes all the way to all fours while a frustrated Daly stares pleadingly at the official. Daly accepts two raised fingers as fact with a deferential nod.
Domi hops to her feet, energized with success, and takes a drive by Park’s corner, giving a wink at Camille.
“Been doing that since you were in high school. Don’t get the idea you do it better.”
Turning away from Cosworth before she gets a chance to respond, Domi watches Yoona reach vertical and stagger toward the ropes. Knowing she has to keep the pressure on, the brunette immediately rushes toward Park from behind.
Leaping high when she gets close, Daly wraps her arms around the neck of the Korean, ready to RIP Park off her feet and SLAM her to the canvas again with a leaping Russian Legsweep.
LEAPING RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U
But as Dominique tries to force Park to the deck, Yoona snatches the rubber-coated steel cable in front of her and hangs on, leaving only an off-balance Daly to THUMP to the mat, hitting it with enough force, she backward somersaults to her chest, cradling the back of her head, her boots pattering a staccato burst on the canvas-covered plywood. Yoona rattles her braincase to bring her senses back into place and turns to stalk, Daly having ignored the throbbing in her head enough to start making her way to vertical.
The bigger brunette moves stealthily toward the former gymnast. Reaching within a few feet, she catches the corner of Daly’s vision and Domi turns, her guard lowering to block a left front kick aimed at her taut, tanned midriff.
Unfortunately for the Mite’s fans, it’s nothing more than a ruse, Yoona using the leg as a plant to leap into a Superman Punch that nearly does an ‘Exorcist’ job on Daly. Luckily for Dominique, her muscular frame follows her buggywhipping noggin around in the pirouette. Daly surely would have collapsed to canvas if not for falling into Park’s arms.
But the trip is only delayed as a pivoting Park cinches her arms under those of Daly, grasping her hands together behind the Pac Rim cutie’s spinal column. Park judo throws Domi over a shoulder, the Mite landing hard on her back and sliding to a stop in front of a beaming Camille.
“She’s been doing that since you were…well...a wrestler in FAWN,” Cosworth interjects, “but she’s going to rip you a new one now.”
Daly forces herself to her haunches and opens her mouth to say something to Camille, though the only sound that comes out is a sickening POP! when Yoona’s knee slams into the back of her skull. The Running Knee Strike seems to shut off Dominique’s nervous system as she pitches forward in a boneless heap, coming to a rest with her chest and arms laid across the bottom rope. Park raises a foot as if to stomp on her opponent’s head, but a conspicuous cough and a disapproving glare from Cosworth causes her to forgo the brutal move. Instead, Yoona leans her elbows on the top cable and makes small talk with her girlfriend while Daly remains laid out at her feet.
“I appreciate the support, but ‘She’s been doing that since you were a wrestler in FAWN?’” Yoona pointedly repeats as she snorts in derision. “Babe, you have really got to work on your trash talk…”
“Didn’t want to rub salt in the wound. I mean, Domi’s been having a pretty rough time lately,” Camille says with a shrug. “I saw her giving autographs at the FAWNAMANIA pre-show last year, and people kept trying to get her to sign pictures of Seah Sin.”
Park crinkles her nose in confusion at the mention of her compatriot. “Who the fuck is Seah Sin?”
“Exactly, Yoona. Exactly.”
Nevertheless, Yoona remains callous to the recent struggles of her opponent. Merle has managed to extricate the beleaguered ex-gymnast from the ropes, but in doing so he has inadvertently pulled Dominique out of the frying pan and into the fire. No longer required to give quarter now that the other wrestler is lying in the center of the ring, Park whirls round and leaps into the air, coming down with a Knee Drop right across the back of Dominique’s neck.
Domi-Nation gasps in terror at the moment of impact, though their worst fears are dispelled when their idol’s toes start twitching. Yoona provides further proof of life via a stiff kick to the ribs that forces Daly to roll over, and then she kneels down and languidly stretches out into a Crossbody pin atop her battered opponent. The referee counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
...and Dominique gets a shoulder up to the relief of her fans. Park scoffs as if mildly annoyed, and shifts her posture she that she’s cradling Daly’s neck and far shoulder in one arm while she brings her knees underneath her hips, effectively transitioning from a Crossbody pin into a textbook Side Mount. She plants a gentle kiss on Dominique’s forehead, lifts her right leg up and back, and holds it aloft like a scorpion’s tail.
“COUNT US OFF, BRO-CHACHOS!” she screams to the crowd, moments before dropping her raised leg and driving a sledgehammer of a Knee Strike into the side of Daly’s midsection.
Despite their affection for the reformed Dominique, the FAWNatics cannot defy the time-honored tradition of counting anything that repeats more than twice, and so they oblige the Korean as she smashes her opponent over and over and over and over again with her Side Mounted Knee Strikes. By the time the audience counts to “TEN!” Park is breathing hard from the exertion, and Daly doesn’t seem to be breathing at all save for the soft, wet gurgling that escapes from her lips. Yoona smoothly shifts her Side Mount back into a Crossbody pin for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
...before the Mighty Mite -- despite not looking so mighty -- spasms and lifts her shoulder a hair’s breadth off the mat. When Merle holds up two fingers instead of three, Yoona gives him an eye-roll so disdainful that the referee feels a part of his soul wither and rot. She doesn’t bother arguing the count though, and much to the dismay of Domi-Nation, Park assumes the Side Mount and raises her leg once more. The crowd counts “ONE!” rather than “ELEVEN!” after her next blow, however, and that leaves Park quite miffed.
“What the hell?! I have to start over?!” she huffs in disbelief. “Goddamn it, fuck this shit!”
Yoona clambers upright, but any relief Dominique might have felt at being freed from the mount quickly evaporates when Yoona grabs her left arm and hauls her to her feet as well. Park do-si-dos behind her opponent and twists the captured limb into a tight Hammerlock. She throws her left leg over Daly’s left hip, then reaches across and traps Daly’s right bicep under her left arm to complete the Hammerlock Abdominal Stretch.
HAMMERLOCK ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUcintPaIRk
Already tenderized and bruised, Dominique’s abdominal muscles are much more susceptible to the pulling and stretching than they normally would be, though she still has the mental fortitude to forestall the bell by shaking her head at the referee and refusing to surrender. Park seems content to slowly wear her down for an inevitable submission, and the Korean tightens both the Hammerlock and Abdominal Stretch portions of her diabolical hold, drawing a groan of despair from the trapped wrestler.
Fortunately for Dominique, Yoona’s girlfriend is not a fan of slow-paced submission wrestling, and after an entire minute of watching the same hold, Camille’s patience has worn thin.
“Oh. My. God. Yoona, are you just going to sit there until she gives up?!” she whines.
“Uhhhhh… yeah? That's kind of the whole fucking point of a submission hold…”
“Domi’s a gymnast! Stretching her out is going to take forever!” Camille continues to protest.
“Quit your whining, Cam! It’ll be five, ten minutes max!” Yoona snorts. “Just do what I do when I’m bored and masturbate!”
“That is an excellent idea…” Gordy Solis agrees, a dollop of drool forming at the corner of his mouth as he scoots his seat a little closer to the Girl of Tomorrow. “If you need a hand --”
“TEN MINUTES?!” Cosworth shrieks, ignoring the suggestion of both her girlfriend and the infamously lecherous FAWN broadcast announcer. “GAH! YOU’RE MORE BORING THAN BASEBALL!”
Yoona’s eyes widen and she gasps with indignant fury.
“You take that back, Cosworth,” she seethes. “YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK!”
Camille cringes when she realizes that she’s gone too far, and then she stammers, “S-Sorry… that was mean and hurtful. Nothing’s more boring than baseball. You’re more like golf, or soccer on a good day…”
“Hmmph. Apology accepted.”
Park refocuses her attention on her opponent, and that's when she notices that the decorative tears in Daly’s leotard offer her a unique opportunity. Lips twisting into a leering grin, Yoona shifts to a halves her grip on her submission hold and shoves her free right hand into one of the rips in the cloth over Dominique’s belly. The FAWNatics roar with approval as the Korean’s caressing hand trails down towards Daly’s undercarriage, lurid fan-service proving to be transcendent across even the borders of Domi-Nation.
“Nice beard, Gimli,” Yoona chuckles, pausing briefly to stroke Dominique’s pubic mound before her questing fingers wander further south.
The Mighty Mite tries to steel herself, but her opponent’s technique is too good, far too good, to deny for long. After scarcely a minute of Park’s skillful teasing and prodding, Dominique’s engine is already thrumming at redline, and when a couple of probing fingers invade her most personal of personal places, she nearly blows her gaskets right then and there.
“Good news, babe!” Yoona cheerfully calls to her girlfriend who’s glaring back with a stern, disappointed look. “There’s no way she makes it to ten minutes!”
Daly looks like she might not make it another ten seconds. Park removes her intruding hand before the big finish, however, and suckles on her fingers. Her face contorts in confusion and she smacks her lips as she tries to ascertain the flavor.
“Huh, that's weird…” Yoona mutters to herself before reaching out and offering her hand to the referee. “Hey, Merle! Come have a taste and tell me what this is!”
Before Merle can manage any sort of coherent response, Dominique takes advantage of her brief respite. She wrenches her arm free from the Hammerlock, and in the span of a heartbeat, she Hip Tosses the nymphomaniac Korean up and over to complete the jailbreak. She ignores the throbbing in her abdomen and shoulder and groin, and she scrambles forward to deliver a Low Dropkick right into the side of Yoona’s head as the ex-ballerina is rising from the mat. It's not quite a knee to the skull, but the impact still leaves Park laid out, glassy-eyed and woozy.
With her fans cheering her reversal of fortune, Dominique turns to gloat at Camille. She’s surprised to see, however, that the Girl of Tomorrow is actually offering her light applause in lieu of supporting the fallen Yoona.
“You're cheering for me now?” Daly asks as she suspiciously eyes Cosworth.
“Not a fan of boring, humiliating blowouts,” Camille responds with a shrug. “And to be fair, you're gonna need all the help you can get…”
“Screw you, Cosworth!” Dominique screams, rankled that her opponent’s girlfriend would feel pity for her. “I'm not a goddamn charity case!”
Daly moves to the corner and sets herself for a charge toward Park, but with Yoona slow to rise, the former gymnast spins on a dime, grabs the top rope and hurtles over, delivering a missile dropkick to Camille’s face. The impact sends Yoona’s girlfriend backpedaling into a spine-first collision with the steel barricade behind her.
“I’m not a fan of boring knockoffs that are boring. Yeah you deserve two borings,” Domi shouts as she pushes to her feet, the crowd roaring their approval.
One front row denizen pats a gobsmacked Camille on the top of the head while demanding his compatriot take a shot with his cell.
Inside the ring, Yoona is already up to a knee and the Portland native hops to the apron to maintain the advantage she may have sacrificed for the satisfaction of laying out the passive-aggressive member of the mismatched couple.
Yoona’s ready with a right cross before Daly can enter, but Dominique blocks the blow and responds with a forearm to Park’s jaw. The impact turns Yoona in a 180 and Daly grabs the top rope to propel herself over.
Leaping to the uppermost cable, Domi lands with both boots on the rope and springboards off in a front flip, grabbing Yoona’s noggin as she tumbles over. While Daly lands on her muscular glutes, not a landing without any pain, Yoona’s gets chin-jacked at Domi’s explosive conclusion. Park’s head snaps back and she’s left drunkenly trying to keep her balance as she staggers aimlessly. Domi kips to her feet, turns, and enjoys the look in Park’s cloudy eyes.
SPRINGBOARD DIAMOND DUST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj9HlNTydW8
“Lemme guess. Like you’re back in Seoul’s red-light district and it’s been a tough night.”
Domi delivers a delving toe kick into Park’s gut, dropping her back to one knee, then sprints to the ropes behind her. Bouncing back at warp speed, Daly uses Yoona’s raised kneecap as a footstool to deliver a sparkling Shining Wizard kick that THWACKS against the Korean’s temple.
Yoona timbers inelegantly to the deck, her forehead leading the way, knees propping her so her ass is pointed toward the rafters.
With her foe already tucked up tightly, Daly drops to Park’s side and ‘helps’ Yoona find a more comfortable position on her shoulders, keeping the Korean’s cheeks directed to the lights above, Domi capturing her foe in a tight double-legged cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Yoona breaks loose, sending Domi sprawling to hands and knees a couple feet away. A subtle head turn confirms Daly’s concern with the strength of which Park pushed her way free, but it doesn’t slow the former gymnast from coming right back at the Korean grappler.
Dropping next to Yoona on her side, Dominique pulls Park between her legs and clamps on a body scissors. Locking her ankles in front of Yoona’s midriff, she sends a muscular pulse through the stubby but sturdy stems, drawing a pained yip from Yoona.
Reaching around her foe’s head and locking hands in front of Park’s kisser, Domi adds the second course to her signature Daly Double, a crossface/scissors combo. Strapped on Yoona’s back like a little pitbull, Domi works her payback relentlessly.
“You want between my legs, you lecherous brat? Here you are,” Daly shouts. She clenches her lower limbs tighter and wrenches Yoona’s head and neck further.
“…until you submit!”
Yoona writhes within the limbs of the former gymnast, trying to work slack into the hold and move the intertwined duo to the ropes. She wriggles and twists enough to put an ankle on the cables and, while Merle checks to see if Yoona wants to submit, a recovered Camille whistles at the official and catches his attention long enough for Merle to start a count on the former gymnast, Domi releasing her Daly Double at ‘FOUR’ and pushing to her feet.
She stares and points an accusing finger at Camille. Merle can only shrug claiming he didn’t see any violation while the Girl of Tomorrow looks flabbergasted that someone thinks she would cheat.
“Guess Yoona needs all the help she can get,” Domi needles.
Daly raises and swings her arms far and wide, apparently hoping to lead a ‘YES’ chant like a conductor. But that plan is laid waste when a recovering Yoona parts Daly’s legs with an uppercut of a forearm from behind.
Domi rises to tiptoes, chirping in pain, her face scrunched in agony, knees locking, toe pigeoned. Slowly, she melts to her haunches, her hands replacing the arm of the Korean between her thighs as she vainly tries to lessen the pulsating pain from her privates.
Yoona gets to her feet as Domi-Nation showers her with boos, cracking her neck one way and then the other to get the kinks out. She strolls over in front of Dominique, the ex-gymnast still too devastated by the Low Blow to mount any counter-offensive, then Park bends over at the waist to whisper a few choice words into her opponent’s ear.
“Shouldn’t have fucked with my girl,” she murmurs, dropping that jocular, mischievous facade for a brief moment.
If Daly has any rejoinder, she doesn’t get a chance to verbalize it as Yoona collects both of her arms in a Double Underhook and slams yet another crushing Knee Strike into the side of her ribs to keep her pliant. Park then straightens her posture with a grunt of effort, hauling the smaller wrestler upright and upside down with the Double Underhook grip. She holds her burden like that for a moment or two before she drops her knees, spiking the crown of Dominique’s head into the deck with a vicious Tiger Driver.
TIGER DRIVER ‘91:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fR9mRfrnEKc
Daly’s neck seems to collapse inwards before she slops into a puddle on the mat, and the FAWN Arena suddenly falls eerily quiet. Ever the dutiful referee, Merle drops down to the canvas in an instant to check on the splattered Dominique’s condition, and without getting up he looks to Park expectantly. Yoona, however, has already slipped out of the ring, eschewing an opportunity to pin her opponent in order to fret over her girlfriend.
“Don’t worry about me. That was nothing compared to one of Lily’s Missile Dropkicks,” Camille reassures as she directs the Korean back towards the ring.
Cosworth had meant her words for her girlfriend alone, but the lingering silence in the building meant that Daly’s sharp ears had heard her as well. Despite the concussive haze clouding her mind, Dominique’s anger boils over upon hearing her Missile Dropkick so casually dismissed as “nothing.” Suddenly revitalized with fury and adrenaline, she shoves the referee aside, sprints towards the offending couple with a snarl, and launches herself into a Somersault Plancha over the top rope.
This time, however, Yoona sees it coming. Even as Daly is hurtling through the air, Park takes a step to the side and then tugs Cosworth out of the way as well. With her human landing mats suddenly missing, Dominique crashes spine-first on the unforgiving floor, the jarring impact so terrible that it robs her even of her ability to scream. Daly arches her back spasmodically as her normally pretty features are frozen in a silent howl of anguish and rage, and everyone in the building groans in empathetic pain.
Everyone, except one.
Chortling loudly at the ex-gymnast’s misfortune, Yoona steps on Dominique’s left ankle to pin that leg to the floor and picks up the other in her hands. The Mighty Mite’s lack of footwear affords Park an easy opportunity to play a game of Footsie, and the Korean begins kneading her thumbs and knuckles into the soft sole of her opponent’s foot. At first, Daly weakly rasps and croaks in protest, but then Yoona finds the nerve clusters and drills down.
Suddenly, what had been a mildly painful sensation in the arch of her foot explodes into a searing electric shock that runs the length of her leg. Dominique’s entire body twists and contorts as if touched by a livewire. Her pride forces her to resist the debilitating nerve attack for about three seconds before it becomes too much for her to bear, and then she begins frantically slapping her palm against the ground.
Park only cackles like a madwoman and presses down harder.
Having finally rediscovered her voice after her Somersault Plancha gone awry, Dominique screams bloody murder as she feels like her entire leg has been set ablaze. At first she doesn’t understand why the referee has not forced Yoona to relent, but then over the sounds of her own wailing, she hears Merle call out “EIGHT!” She realizes that the official cannot accept her surrender while she’s outside the ring, and she can’t quite stifle a sob of despair at the thought of enduring another dozen seconds of Park’s torture.
Even worse than the physical pain, however, are the expressions on the faces of everyone around her. Joanna Coleman, Gordy Solis, the fans in the first couple of rows, and even Camille Cosworth… all were staring at her as if she were some poor, pathetic sap who never stood a chance. Those pitying, condescending looks galled her more than anything she had suffered over a decade-long career.
“C’mon, Yoona… take it easy. She’s done…” Camille pleads.
Cosworth’s words reignites the ex-gymnast’s competitive spirit, and with a great deal of effort, she puts a halt to her screaming and useless tapping. She could be pinned, submitted, and knocked out, but she would not be made a joke. If she could not salvage a win, then she could at least salvage her dignity.
“EIGHTEEN!”
Finally… mercifully… their time out on the floor is at a limit, and Yoona curtails her game of Footsie in order to stuff Dominique back into the ring. Daly rolls into the center of the ring and hobbles upright, her right leg still not quite recovered after the extended pressure point attack. Although her accumulated ailments make victory all but a pipe dream, the once Mighty Mite cannot find it in herself to lay down for her opponent, no matter how pragmatic that may be. She resolves to go down fighting, so she staggers forward, and throws a wild Haymaker at her opponent’s jaw.
Yoona effortlessly spins out of the way, and even as her punch whiffs Dominique closes her eyes, expecting a counterattack in the form of a knee or elbow to the head that would dim her lights and bring an end to her night.
Instead, all she receives is a single, stinging flick on the point of her nose.
Daly’s eyes snap open, and just out of arm’s reach in front of her is the smirking, insolent Korean. Her rage and frustration boiling over, Dominique lets loose a furious scream and lunges forward with her fists chambered.
Another punch.
Another dodge.
Another flick on the tip of her nose.
Evidently, the competitive portion of the match is over, and now is the time for humiliation. Daly doesn’t care, and she limps forward to try to land a blow on her opponent, if for nothing else than to assuage her bruised ego.
No such luck though.
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
She tries again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...and again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...and again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...and again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...to no avail.
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
After so many flicks to the nose, there's a slight trickle of blood from Dominique’s right nostril. Even worse, the fans have turned against her, and now every time she fails to strike her opponent, she’s serenaded by twenty thousand people sarcastically counting each of her misses. The last two people who still hold onto a shred of empathy for her seem to be the referee and Yoona’s girlfriend.
“Stop it, Yoona! You’re embarrassing her!” a distraught Camille shouts from outside the ring, which only serves to embarrass Dominique even more.
“HAHAHA, I KNOW!” Park guffaws as she delivers another flick to Daly’s schnoz and prances away. “LOOK AT HER! SHE’S SO MAD! HAHAHA!”
Despite her taunting and preening, however, Yoona notices that the effects of her nerve attack are wearing off as the hitch in Dominique’s step gradually fades. Soon the ex-ballerina would not be able to literally dance around her opponent with such ease, and so she decides it’s time to bring things to a close.
After dodging another looping punch, Yoona flicks out her right shin at Daly’s left kneecap. Countless repetitions with Mercy Ellis meant that blocking the kick was second nature to Dominique, and without even thinking about it, she lifts her left leg in order to take the blow on her own shin rather than her knee. The Mighty Mite executes the block flawlessly, but unfortunately for her, that’s just what Park is counting on.
As soon as she feels the contact of shin-on-shin, Yoona leaps off her planted left leg and whips that limb at the right side of Dominique’s head. Daly never sees the Switch Kick coming, and her lights are snuffed out the instant Park’s left foot smashes against her jawline.
SWITCH KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmBbYklGY8w
Curiously, Dominique’s unconscious body doesn’t collapse to the canvas, at least not entirely. Instead she drops to her knees and sinks to her haunches with her torso miraculously staying upright, although her limply slumping shoulders and head make it obvious that there’s no one home. This amuses Yoona greatly, and she snaps her fingers and claps her hands in front of her opponent’s face, eliciting no response whatsoever.
“Haha, wow!” Park exclaims. “Hey, Cam! What should I do next?! She’s totally fucking out, I can do aaaaaannnnyyything I want…”
“I think you should stop beating a dead horse and just pin her,” Camille sighs as she tilts her head back and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Stop being a wet blanket! Just shout a move at random! Any move! First thing that comes to--”
“Avalanche Release German Suplex.”
The smile evaporates from her face, and Yoona stares at her girlfriend for a few long, long seconds, blinking as if she doesn’t comprehend. Cosworth responds by waggling her eyebrows and sticking her tongue out.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! That’s the first move that came to mind?!” Park finally scoffs in disbelief.
“Hey, you asked for it! Don’t blame me if you can’t--”
“Nobody tosses a dwarf, Cam! What kind of racist piece of shit do you think I am?!”
Camille can’t think of a good comeback to that, so she grumbles wordlessly to herself and starts browsing cat videos on her phone, not interested in seeing whatever humiliation Yoona would heap upon the vanquished Mighty Mite.
Satisfied that she has won the battle of the wits and now left to her own devices, Yoona extends a single index finger and pushes it against the side of Dominique’s lolling head. The Fingerpoke of Doom upsets the unconscious wrestler’s precarious balance, and Daly topples to the canvas and spills onto her back. Always eager to show off her vaunted flexibility, the ex-ballerina settles into a Reverse Face Sit and then splays her legs into a perfect set of center splits. She reaches forward onto Dominique’s torso, hooking both hands into one of the rips in the leotard, and with a hard yank she tears the garment open from belly to crotch.
Yoona runs a finger along Daly’s exposed undercarriage, then she pops the digit into her mouth and purrs, “Oh Gimli… you were an awful gymnast then and you’re an awful wrestler now, but you taste so fucking good…”
The audience explodes into a sex-fueled frenzy when Park lies down on top of her foe and buries her face in Dominique’s groin. She starts twerking her glutes in order grind her own thinly-sheathed genitals against Daly’s nose while she kisses and licks and suckles and slurps every nook and cranny of Dominique’s womanhood to the rapturous delight of the FAWNatics. No one seems to care when the referee slaps out a three-count, or when the bell rings, or when the announcer proclaims Yoona as the winner of the match, technically by pinfall.
Having done his duty, Merle lets out a helpless sigh as he watches Park go on and on and on and on and on. Finally, the lusty Korean comes up for air, panting hard and with a coating of Love Potion Number 9 on her lips and chin.
“Bubble Yum!” she gasps. “That’s what that is! Fucking Bubble Yum!”
Having solved the great mystery of the day, Yoona takes a deep breath and dives back in as the FAWNatics scream their approval. They’re still roaring for more when a team of production technicians forcibly drag Park away from her latest meal in order to make way for the next match on the card.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
A rare Pay-Per-View opportunity for the original Mite and now cherished high flyer awaits Daly on this evening. And what better way to move back up the ladder than beat one of the most obnoxious up-and-comers.
The exotic, little former gymnast bounces in place, ready for her music to hit. Adrenaline flowing, Daly shadow boxes then grasps the edges of the curtain, ready to enter the field of battle once more when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ crashes through the arena.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
The FAWNatics respond with a roar, excited for the Mighty Mite to return from the dark match shadows. The love echoes throughout the bowl, a reaction unthinkable at one time, the fans long since buying into Daly’s new attitude, whether or not it’s from a place of respect and honor or from Dominique’s need for their applause.
The leader of the Domi-Nation appears with the first verse, the tawny little hardbody decked out in a gleaming white leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips reveal several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look is complete with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles and chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Daly dips her head and raises her hands to clap along with the chorus.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Daly throws her head back, cups her hands around her mouth and shouts “HIT IT!”
The lights turn strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of red and blue pyro that accompany her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the top turnbuckle. Spine tingling with the electricity of a thousand awed voices, Dominique throws her hands overhead in a ‘V’, then takes their breath away again by launching into the sky for a spiraling descent planting her in the center of the ring as the ring announcer initiates his introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and is now simply mitey awesome DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd agrees with the announcement and roars as Domi “walks” in a handstand to her corner, flips to her feet flawlessly, and settles into an expectant crouch for the arrival of the foe whose defeat would place her singles career back on the upward arc Daly hadn’t seen in quite some time.
“And her opponent, from Seoul, South Korea… coming in at five foot seven and one hundred and twenty eight pounds… Yoona Park!”
Sugary K-pop melodies pump through the arena speakers as Yoona Park steps through the curtains at the top of the entrance ramp, followed a few seconds later by her girlfriend Camille Cosworth. Along with the arm candy, Yoona sports dramatically different ring attire, an anniversary gift courtesy of Camille.
YOONA PARK:
CAMILLE COSWORTH:
Gone are the bikini bottoms and tank top, and in their place is a black bustier-style one piece lined in metallic gold. Her forearms are sheathed in matching fingerless gloves that run up to her elbow, and on her legs are a pair of black sleeves that start just above her knees and run down to her ankles before terminating in thin stirrups that loop around the arch of her otherwise bare feet. “YOONA” is written vertically in metallic gold block letters on the front of each shin.
Going beyond mere aesthetics, the sartorial changes follow a function. The tight, corset-like compression in the midsection of the bustier bolsters Park’s core strength -- while also giving a crowd-pleasing boost to her bosom -- and her leg sleeves made of the same material serve to stabilize her fragile ankles and neutralize the pressure points in the soles of her feet. And although Cosworth strongly disapproves of her repeatedly punching her opponents in the head, the Korean’s gloves effectively protect her wrists and knuckles in the event of fisticuffs.
Yoona flexes her ankles and toes, and when she is satisfied that her new footwear will not impair her range of motion, she offers the crook of her elbow to her girlfriend and the pair walk towards the ring arm-in-arm. She notices, however, that Camille is less than thrilled about being at the arena.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Park asks.
Cosworth doesn’t answer, because her girlfriend already knows what's wrong. The two of them had scheduled a six-week tropical vacation, both to commemorate their one-year anniversary as a couple and to celebrate Camille being crowned FAWN’s Rookie of the Year, which Yoona had petulantly canceled in light of Camille coming up short in the finals of the rookie tournament. While Cosworth was never one to complain about putting in more work at gym or in the ring, she had been really looking forward to that vacation too.
“C’mon, Cam!” Yoona wheedles after ten seconds of the silent treatment. “You love watching Daly do her useless flippy shit!”
“Are you going to actually wrestle Domi and give her a chance, or are you just going to bash her skull in?”
“Don’t ask questions that you don’t want to know the answers to, babe,” Park helpfully advises as they arrive at the ring.
Yoona ascends the ring steps and slips through the ropes, and Camille makes for her spot at the announcer’s table next to Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman. She suddenly remembers something though, and she hustles to ringside while beckoning the Korean over. Cosworth pulls a red silk ribbon from her back pocket, loops it a couple of times around Park’s left thigh, and then ties it off like a garter.
“Am I immune to Status Effects now?” Yoona chuckles with a curiously raised eyebrow.
“And you call me a nerd,” Camille scoffs. “I watched a documentary on Muay Thai fighters. They wear ribbons and bands to take the spirit of their family and loved ones into battle with them.”
Park looks at her quizzically for a few seconds.
“You watched Bloodsport.”
“I watched Bloodsport,” Cosworth immediately confesses.
The couple share a laugh and break apart once more, and Camille takes a seat at the announcer’s table while Yoona turns to face her opponent for the night. The referee checks her gloves and footwear, and once he’s sure they’re not loaded with steel plates, he signals for the bell to get things underway.
Dominique is first out of her corner. She stakes her claim to the center of the ring and shadowboxes while bouncing on the balls of her feet. As a disciple of MMA knockout artist Mercy Ellis, Daly is confident that she can throw hands with her opponent, despite a substantial reach disadvantage. As has become her custom, however, Park elects to start the attack with her words.
“You have nice feet for a hob --”
“You’ve already used that line!” Camille shouts in protest from her seat, causing Yoona to growl in irritation. “It was mediocre at best the first time, and now it’s totally lame!”
“Totally lame!” Dominique affirms before blowing a raspberry at the fuming Korean.
“Go choke on a goblin-dick, Gimli!” Park snaps, doubling down on her Tolkien-based trash talk as she storms out of the corner.
Daly steps up to meet her foe, but just before she can pound Yoona with her tiny fists of fury, she finds herself blinded by a Three Stooges-style poke to the eyes. Dominique shrieks in pain and rage as she covers her face with her hands, which unfortunately leaves her defenseless when Yoona pirouettes in a tight spiral and smashes an elbow into her left temple.
DISCUSS ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzKJKG7P9WQ
Domi-Nation howls in protest, as their leader is seemingly laid out unconscious after the Discuss Elbow Smash. The official is livid as well and he delivers a furious reprimand for the blatant eye-poke. He has to cut his lecture short, however, when Park grows weary of his prattling and nonchalantly plants a foot on Daly’s chest, forcing the man to drop down to the mat and count...
ONE...
TWO…
...before Dominique shivers and brings a shoulder up to extend the match past the thirty second mark. Yoona doesn’t seem too worried, and she hauls the diminutive gymnast upright before clasping her hands around the back of Daly’s neck. With her Thai Plum secured, she stretches her right leg back and then explosively powers it forward and up, slamming a knee into Dominique’s midsection with such force that it lifts Daly’s toes a couple of inches off the mat. Park repeats the maneuver again and then again, Dominique sinking to her knees from the repeated blows, and Domi-Nation collectively lets out a deflating groan as the fight seems to be over before it really started.
When Yoona tries for a fourth Knee Strike, this one aimed at Daly’s head, Dominique finds the strength to deliver a desperate headbutt to Park’s abdomen that ‘misses’ and catches the Korean in the groin instead. Caught by surprise, Park melts to the deck with her hands clasped between her thighs, though Daly doesn’t seem to be doing much better as she collapses and hugs her blasted abdomen. The referee decides to look the other way on the Low Blow to make up for the earlier eye-poke, but he can’t ignore the fact that both women are down, and he begins his ten-count.
Fortunately, Yoona makes it to her feet at the count of “SEVEN!” to avoid the double knockout, and she staggers over to grab Dominique who is only up to one knee. Perhaps the Mighty Mite had been playing possum, because as soon as her foe got within reach, she wraps her arms under Park’s haunches, pops to a stand, and immediately drops back to one knee to drop the Korean crotch-first across a posted thigh.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP:.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvTCG3QHglI
Yoona moans and writhes on the mat after having her crotch smashed a second time courtesy of Daly’s Inverted Atomic Drop. Meanwhile, Dominique throws her hands up in a V, tilts her head back, and soaks in the adoration from her fans. Her hunger for the applause sated for the moment, she turns towards the announcer’s table and blows a kiss at Park’s girlfriend. Camille refuses to take the bait, and responds only with an eye-roll and a disapproving shake of her head.
As could so often happen within the confines of a match, the tide turned precipitously. In any fight, and most especially in one with an opponent like Park, it’s vital to take every advantage and the veteran moves to do just that.
As if she’s trading recipes with Camille, Domi sends a toe kick deep into Yoona’s gut, doubling her over and hoping to keep her tied to a spot. Daly turns and heads for the ropes behind her, rebounding at full speed, her long time in the ring having slowed her a bit, but barely noticeable to the untrained eye.
Leaping as she closes in on the Korean, Daly somersaults in mid-air, snatching Yoona’s braincase as she flies over her foe’s left shoulder. Dominique RIPS Yoona off her feet and SPIKES the crown of the grappler’s skull into the canvas, the crowd ‘ooohing’ in sympathy with the collision.
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zygcKJ9cMNE
Apparently requiring a bit more of a flourish, Domi doesn’t immediately go for the pin, instead kipping to her feet and moving to the side of the splayed Park. Domi skies into the air above Yoona’s neck and drops across in a set of splits, her lead leg crashing down across the throat of the Muay Thai expert.
Park spasms from the impact and falls still. With her muscular if abbreviated stem draped on Yoona, Domi waits for Merle to drop to his knees and slap the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Park pushes the leg off and rolls to the side to the great relief of Cosworth who applauds her girlfriend’s refusal to call it a night.
Domi doesn’t seem concerned or surprised over the escape from the pinfall. Instead, she scrambles to her feet and collects Yoona’s legs, first at the ankles, but quickly shifting her grip to around the Korean’s knees.
Slowly and not so surely, Daly struggles with her bigger squirming foe, lifting her toward vertical and turning Park. With Yoona nearly rolled, Domi gives up one leg to focus on the right. With that controlled and Yoona stacked, the former gymnast reefs on the wrenched knee with a torturous Half-Crab, pulling on the joint in brutal fashion.
HALF-CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-g0cltcXU
Heaped on her head, Park fights to find a way out as the crowd showers Daly with the ovation she adores.
“Not too bad, eh Yoona,” Domi grunts while testing the ball and socket of Park’s knee. “Had a great teacher.”
Despite Domi’s best efforts and Merle’s attentive offers to Yoona to end her pain, Park uses her precarious positioning to her advantage, finding a way to shift her weight and force the smaller grappler and herself to tumble to the canvas. For a moment, Domi retains her grip on the knee, but without the leverage, she forfeits it to get back on her horse and resume the speed game that is her original forte.
With Yoona having trouble keeping track of the springy former gymnast, Dominique again heads for the ropes to build some added momentum. Sprinting back at the rising and turning Park, Daly elevates while grabbing Park in a front facelock. Instead of flipping her foe to the deck, the Mighty Mite vaults alongside the Korean and forces her to rotate. Domi completes her flight around Yoona and buries her skull into the canvas again, this time with a Running Tornado DDT.
RUNNING TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yfxueBHZgU
Park slops to the canvas, skidding to a stop, apparently unable to combat the Cosworth-like display of the reformed Mite. There’s no extra cherry-on-top maneuver from Domi this time. Instead, she throws her diminutive, muscular frame atop the starfished Park, hooking a leg, pressing Yoona’s left knee into her own chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Park rolls a shoulder up with Merle’s hand halfway to its third impact and pushes all the way to all fours while a frustrated Daly stares pleadingly at the official. Daly accepts two raised fingers as fact with a deferential nod.
Domi hops to her feet, energized with success, and takes a drive by Park’s corner, giving a wink at Camille.
“Been doing that since you were in high school. Don’t get the idea you do it better.”
Turning away from Cosworth before she gets a chance to respond, Domi watches Yoona reach vertical and stagger toward the ropes. Knowing she has to keep the pressure on, the brunette immediately rushes toward Park from behind.
Leaping high when she gets close, Daly wraps her arms around the neck of the Korean, ready to RIP Park off her feet and SLAM her to the canvas again with a leaping Russian Legsweep.
LEAPING RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOYLrSI0K7U
But as Dominique tries to force Park to the deck, Yoona snatches the rubber-coated steel cable in front of her and hangs on, leaving only an off-balance Daly to THUMP to the mat, hitting it with enough force, she backward somersaults to her chest, cradling the back of her head, her boots pattering a staccato burst on the canvas-covered plywood. Yoona rattles her braincase to bring her senses back into place and turns to stalk, Daly having ignored the throbbing in her head enough to start making her way to vertical.
The bigger brunette moves stealthily toward the former gymnast. Reaching within a few feet, she catches the corner of Daly’s vision and Domi turns, her guard lowering to block a left front kick aimed at her taut, tanned midriff.
Unfortunately for the Mite’s fans, it’s nothing more than a ruse, Yoona using the leg as a plant to leap into a Superman Punch that nearly does an ‘Exorcist’ job on Daly. Luckily for Dominique, her muscular frame follows her buggywhipping noggin around in the pirouette. Daly surely would have collapsed to canvas if not for falling into Park’s arms.
But the trip is only delayed as a pivoting Park cinches her arms under those of Daly, grasping her hands together behind the Pac Rim cutie’s spinal column. Park judo throws Domi over a shoulder, the Mite landing hard on her back and sliding to a stop in front of a beaming Camille.
“She’s been doing that since you were…well...a wrestler in FAWN,” Cosworth interjects, “but she’s going to rip you a new one now.”
Daly forces herself to her haunches and opens her mouth to say something to Camille, though the only sound that comes out is a sickening POP! when Yoona’s knee slams into the back of her skull. The Running Knee Strike seems to shut off Dominique’s nervous system as she pitches forward in a boneless heap, coming to a rest with her chest and arms laid across the bottom rope. Park raises a foot as if to stomp on her opponent’s head, but a conspicuous cough and a disapproving glare from Cosworth causes her to forgo the brutal move. Instead, Yoona leans her elbows on the top cable and makes small talk with her girlfriend while Daly remains laid out at her feet.
“I appreciate the support, but ‘She’s been doing that since you were a wrestler in FAWN?’” Yoona pointedly repeats as she snorts in derision. “Babe, you have really got to work on your trash talk…”
“Didn’t want to rub salt in the wound. I mean, Domi’s been having a pretty rough time lately,” Camille says with a shrug. “I saw her giving autographs at the FAWNAMANIA pre-show last year, and people kept trying to get her to sign pictures of Seah Sin.”
Park crinkles her nose in confusion at the mention of her compatriot. “Who the fuck is Seah Sin?”
“Exactly, Yoona. Exactly.”
Nevertheless, Yoona remains callous to the recent struggles of her opponent. Merle has managed to extricate the beleaguered ex-gymnast from the ropes, but in doing so he has inadvertently pulled Dominique out of the frying pan and into the fire. No longer required to give quarter now that the other wrestler is lying in the center of the ring, Park whirls round and leaps into the air, coming down with a Knee Drop right across the back of Dominique’s neck.
Domi-Nation gasps in terror at the moment of impact, though their worst fears are dispelled when their idol’s toes start twitching. Yoona provides further proof of life via a stiff kick to the ribs that forces Daly to roll over, and then she kneels down and languidly stretches out into a Crossbody pin atop her battered opponent. The referee counts out…
ONE!
TWO!
...and Dominique gets a shoulder up to the relief of her fans. Park scoffs as if mildly annoyed, and shifts her posture she that she’s cradling Daly’s neck and far shoulder in one arm while she brings her knees underneath her hips, effectively transitioning from a Crossbody pin into a textbook Side Mount. She plants a gentle kiss on Dominique’s forehead, lifts her right leg up and back, and holds it aloft like a scorpion’s tail.
“COUNT US OFF, BRO-CHACHOS!” she screams to the crowd, moments before dropping her raised leg and driving a sledgehammer of a Knee Strike into the side of Daly’s midsection.
Despite their affection for the reformed Dominique, the FAWNatics cannot defy the time-honored tradition of counting anything that repeats more than twice, and so they oblige the Korean as she smashes her opponent over and over and over and over again with her Side Mounted Knee Strikes. By the time the audience counts to “TEN!” Park is breathing hard from the exertion, and Daly doesn’t seem to be breathing at all save for the soft, wet gurgling that escapes from her lips. Yoona smoothly shifts her Side Mount back into a Crossbody pin for a count of…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
...before the Mighty Mite -- despite not looking so mighty -- spasms and lifts her shoulder a hair’s breadth off the mat. When Merle holds up two fingers instead of three, Yoona gives him an eye-roll so disdainful that the referee feels a part of his soul wither and rot. She doesn’t bother arguing the count though, and much to the dismay of Domi-Nation, Park assumes the Side Mount and raises her leg once more. The crowd counts “ONE!” rather than “ELEVEN!” after her next blow, however, and that leaves Park quite miffed.
“What the hell?! I have to start over?!” she huffs in disbelief. “Goddamn it, fuck this shit!”
Yoona clambers upright, but any relief Dominique might have felt at being freed from the mount quickly evaporates when Yoona grabs her left arm and hauls her to her feet as well. Park do-si-dos behind her opponent and twists the captured limb into a tight Hammerlock. She throws her left leg over Daly’s left hip, then reaches across and traps Daly’s right bicep under her left arm to complete the Hammerlock Abdominal Stretch.
HAMMERLOCK ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUcintPaIRk
Already tenderized and bruised, Dominique’s abdominal muscles are much more susceptible to the pulling and stretching than they normally would be, though she still has the mental fortitude to forestall the bell by shaking her head at the referee and refusing to surrender. Park seems content to slowly wear her down for an inevitable submission, and the Korean tightens both the Hammerlock and Abdominal Stretch portions of her diabolical hold, drawing a groan of despair from the trapped wrestler.
Fortunately for Dominique, Yoona’s girlfriend is not a fan of slow-paced submission wrestling, and after an entire minute of watching the same hold, Camille’s patience has worn thin.
“Oh. My. God. Yoona, are you just going to sit there until she gives up?!” she whines.
“Uhhhhh… yeah? That's kind of the whole fucking point of a submission hold…”
“Domi’s a gymnast! Stretching her out is going to take forever!” Camille continues to protest.
“Quit your whining, Cam! It’ll be five, ten minutes max!” Yoona snorts. “Just do what I do when I’m bored and masturbate!”
“That is an excellent idea…” Gordy Solis agrees, a dollop of drool forming at the corner of his mouth as he scoots his seat a little closer to the Girl of Tomorrow. “If you need a hand --”
“TEN MINUTES?!” Cosworth shrieks, ignoring the suggestion of both her girlfriend and the infamously lecherous FAWN broadcast announcer. “GAH! YOU’RE MORE BORING THAN BASEBALL!”
Yoona’s eyes widen and she gasps with indignant fury.
“You take that back, Cosworth,” she seethes. “YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK!”
Camille cringes when she realizes that she’s gone too far, and then she stammers, “S-Sorry… that was mean and hurtful. Nothing’s more boring than baseball. You’re more like golf, or soccer on a good day…”
“Hmmph. Apology accepted.”
Park refocuses her attention on her opponent, and that's when she notices that the decorative tears in Daly’s leotard offer her a unique opportunity. Lips twisting into a leering grin, Yoona shifts to a halves her grip on her submission hold and shoves her free right hand into one of the rips in the cloth over Dominique’s belly. The FAWNatics roar with approval as the Korean’s caressing hand trails down towards Daly’s undercarriage, lurid fan-service proving to be transcendent across even the borders of Domi-Nation.
“Nice beard, Gimli,” Yoona chuckles, pausing briefly to stroke Dominique’s pubic mound before her questing fingers wander further south.
The Mighty Mite tries to steel herself, but her opponent’s technique is too good, far too good, to deny for long. After scarcely a minute of Park’s skillful teasing and prodding, Dominique’s engine is already thrumming at redline, and when a couple of probing fingers invade her most personal of personal places, she nearly blows her gaskets right then and there.
“Good news, babe!” Yoona cheerfully calls to her girlfriend who’s glaring back with a stern, disappointed look. “There’s no way she makes it to ten minutes!”
Daly looks like she might not make it another ten seconds. Park removes her intruding hand before the big finish, however, and suckles on her fingers. Her face contorts in confusion and she smacks her lips as she tries to ascertain the flavor.
“Huh, that's weird…” Yoona mutters to herself before reaching out and offering her hand to the referee. “Hey, Merle! Come have a taste and tell me what this is!”
Before Merle can manage any sort of coherent response, Dominique takes advantage of her brief respite. She wrenches her arm free from the Hammerlock, and in the span of a heartbeat, she Hip Tosses the nymphomaniac Korean up and over to complete the jailbreak. She ignores the throbbing in her abdomen and shoulder and groin, and she scrambles forward to deliver a Low Dropkick right into the side of Yoona’s head as the ex-ballerina is rising from the mat. It's not quite a knee to the skull, but the impact still leaves Park laid out, glassy-eyed and woozy.
With her fans cheering her reversal of fortune, Dominique turns to gloat at Camille. She’s surprised to see, however, that the Girl of Tomorrow is actually offering her light applause in lieu of supporting the fallen Yoona.
“You're cheering for me now?” Daly asks as she suspiciously eyes Cosworth.
“Not a fan of boring, humiliating blowouts,” Camille responds with a shrug. “And to be fair, you're gonna need all the help you can get…”
“Screw you, Cosworth!” Dominique screams, rankled that her opponent’s girlfriend would feel pity for her. “I'm not a goddamn charity case!”
Daly moves to the corner and sets herself for a charge toward Park, but with Yoona slow to rise, the former gymnast spins on a dime, grabs the top rope and hurtles over, delivering a missile dropkick to Camille’s face. The impact sends Yoona’s girlfriend backpedaling into a spine-first collision with the steel barricade behind her.
“I’m not a fan of boring knockoffs that are boring. Yeah you deserve two borings,” Domi shouts as she pushes to her feet, the crowd roaring their approval.
One front row denizen pats a gobsmacked Camille on the top of the head while demanding his compatriot take a shot with his cell.
Inside the ring, Yoona is already up to a knee and the Portland native hops to the apron to maintain the advantage she may have sacrificed for the satisfaction of laying out the passive-aggressive member of the mismatched couple.
Yoona’s ready with a right cross before Daly can enter, but Dominique blocks the blow and responds with a forearm to Park’s jaw. The impact turns Yoona in a 180 and Daly grabs the top rope to propel herself over.
Leaping to the uppermost cable, Domi lands with both boots on the rope and springboards off in a front flip, grabbing Yoona’s noggin as she tumbles over. While Daly lands on her muscular glutes, not a landing without any pain, Yoona’s gets chin-jacked at Domi’s explosive conclusion. Park’s head snaps back and she’s left drunkenly trying to keep her balance as she staggers aimlessly. Domi kips to her feet, turns, and enjoys the look in Park’s cloudy eyes.
SPRINGBOARD DIAMOND DUST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj9HlNTydW8
“Lemme guess. Like you’re back in Seoul’s red-light district and it’s been a tough night.”
Domi delivers a delving toe kick into Park’s gut, dropping her back to one knee, then sprints to the ropes behind her. Bouncing back at warp speed, Daly uses Yoona’s raised kneecap as a footstool to deliver a sparkling Shining Wizard kick that THWACKS against the Korean’s temple.
Yoona timbers inelegantly to the deck, her forehead leading the way, knees propping her so her ass is pointed toward the rafters.
With her foe already tucked up tightly, Daly drops to Park’s side and ‘helps’ Yoona find a more comfortable position on her shoulders, keeping the Korean’s cheeks directed to the lights above, Domi capturing her foe in a tight double-legged cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Yoona breaks loose, sending Domi sprawling to hands and knees a couple feet away. A subtle head turn confirms Daly’s concern with the strength of which Park pushed her way free, but it doesn’t slow the former gymnast from coming right back at the Korean grappler.
Dropping next to Yoona on her side, Dominique pulls Park between her legs and clamps on a body scissors. Locking her ankles in front of Yoona’s midriff, she sends a muscular pulse through the stubby but sturdy stems, drawing a pained yip from Yoona.
Reaching around her foe’s head and locking hands in front of Park’s kisser, Domi adds the second course to her signature Daly Double, a crossface/scissors combo. Strapped on Yoona’s back like a little pitbull, Domi works her payback relentlessly.
“You want between my legs, you lecherous brat? Here you are,” Daly shouts. She clenches her lower limbs tighter and wrenches Yoona’s head and neck further.
“…until you submit!”
Yoona writhes within the limbs of the former gymnast, trying to work slack into the hold and move the intertwined duo to the ropes. She wriggles and twists enough to put an ankle on the cables and, while Merle checks to see if Yoona wants to submit, a recovered Camille whistles at the official and catches his attention long enough for Merle to start a count on the former gymnast, Domi releasing her Daly Double at ‘FOUR’ and pushing to her feet.
She stares and points an accusing finger at Camille. Merle can only shrug claiming he didn’t see any violation while the Girl of Tomorrow looks flabbergasted that someone thinks she would cheat.
“Guess Yoona needs all the help she can get,” Domi needles.
Daly raises and swings her arms far and wide, apparently hoping to lead a ‘YES’ chant like a conductor. But that plan is laid waste when a recovering Yoona parts Daly’s legs with an uppercut of a forearm from behind.
Domi rises to tiptoes, chirping in pain, her face scrunched in agony, knees locking, toe pigeoned. Slowly, she melts to her haunches, her hands replacing the arm of the Korean between her thighs as she vainly tries to lessen the pulsating pain from her privates.
Yoona gets to her feet as Domi-Nation showers her with boos, cracking her neck one way and then the other to get the kinks out. She strolls over in front of Dominique, the ex-gymnast still too devastated by the Low Blow to mount any counter-offensive, then Park bends over at the waist to whisper a few choice words into her opponent’s ear.
“Shouldn’t have fucked with my girl,” she murmurs, dropping that jocular, mischievous facade for a brief moment.
If Daly has any rejoinder, she doesn’t get a chance to verbalize it as Yoona collects both of her arms in a Double Underhook and slams yet another crushing Knee Strike into the side of her ribs to keep her pliant. Park then straightens her posture with a grunt of effort, hauling the smaller wrestler upright and upside down with the Double Underhook grip. She holds her burden like that for a moment or two before she drops her knees, spiking the crown of Dominique’s head into the deck with a vicious Tiger Driver.
TIGER DRIVER ‘91:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fR9mRfrnEKc
Daly’s neck seems to collapse inwards before she slops into a puddle on the mat, and the FAWN Arena suddenly falls eerily quiet. Ever the dutiful referee, Merle drops down to the canvas in an instant to check on the splattered Dominique’s condition, and without getting up he looks to Park expectantly. Yoona, however, has already slipped out of the ring, eschewing an opportunity to pin her opponent in order to fret over her girlfriend.
“Don’t worry about me. That was nothing compared to one of Lily’s Missile Dropkicks,” Camille reassures as she directs the Korean back towards the ring.
Cosworth had meant her words for her girlfriend alone, but the lingering silence in the building meant that Daly’s sharp ears had heard her as well. Despite the concussive haze clouding her mind, Dominique’s anger boils over upon hearing her Missile Dropkick so casually dismissed as “nothing.” Suddenly revitalized with fury and adrenaline, she shoves the referee aside, sprints towards the offending couple with a snarl, and launches herself into a Somersault Plancha over the top rope.
This time, however, Yoona sees it coming. Even as Daly is hurtling through the air, Park takes a step to the side and then tugs Cosworth out of the way as well. With her human landing mats suddenly missing, Dominique crashes spine-first on the unforgiving floor, the jarring impact so terrible that it robs her even of her ability to scream. Daly arches her back spasmodically as her normally pretty features are frozen in a silent howl of anguish and rage, and everyone in the building groans in empathetic pain.
Everyone, except one.
Chortling loudly at the ex-gymnast’s misfortune, Yoona steps on Dominique’s left ankle to pin that leg to the floor and picks up the other in her hands. The Mighty Mite’s lack of footwear affords Park an easy opportunity to play a game of Footsie, and the Korean begins kneading her thumbs and knuckles into the soft sole of her opponent’s foot. At first, Daly weakly rasps and croaks in protest, but then Yoona finds the nerve clusters and drills down.
Suddenly, what had been a mildly painful sensation in the arch of her foot explodes into a searing electric shock that runs the length of her leg. Dominique’s entire body twists and contorts as if touched by a livewire. Her pride forces her to resist the debilitating nerve attack for about three seconds before it becomes too much for her to bear, and then she begins frantically slapping her palm against the ground.
Park only cackles like a madwoman and presses down harder.
Having finally rediscovered her voice after her Somersault Plancha gone awry, Dominique screams bloody murder as she feels like her entire leg has been set ablaze. At first she doesn’t understand why the referee has not forced Yoona to relent, but then over the sounds of her own wailing, she hears Merle call out “EIGHT!” She realizes that the official cannot accept her surrender while she’s outside the ring, and she can’t quite stifle a sob of despair at the thought of enduring another dozen seconds of Park’s torture.
Even worse than the physical pain, however, are the expressions on the faces of everyone around her. Joanna Coleman, Gordy Solis, the fans in the first couple of rows, and even Camille Cosworth… all were staring at her as if she were some poor, pathetic sap who never stood a chance. Those pitying, condescending looks galled her more than anything she had suffered over a decade-long career.
“C’mon, Yoona… take it easy. She’s done…” Camille pleads.
Cosworth’s words reignites the ex-gymnast’s competitive spirit, and with a great deal of effort, she puts a halt to her screaming and useless tapping. She could be pinned, submitted, and knocked out, but she would not be made a joke. If she could not salvage a win, then she could at least salvage her dignity.
“EIGHTEEN!”
Finally… mercifully… their time out on the floor is at a limit, and Yoona curtails her game of Footsie in order to stuff Dominique back into the ring. Daly rolls into the center of the ring and hobbles upright, her right leg still not quite recovered after the extended pressure point attack. Although her accumulated ailments make victory all but a pipe dream, the once Mighty Mite cannot find it in herself to lay down for her opponent, no matter how pragmatic that may be. She resolves to go down fighting, so she staggers forward, and throws a wild Haymaker at her opponent’s jaw.
Yoona effortlessly spins out of the way, and even as her punch whiffs Dominique closes her eyes, expecting a counterattack in the form of a knee or elbow to the head that would dim her lights and bring an end to her night.
Instead, all she receives is a single, stinging flick on the point of her nose.
Daly’s eyes snap open, and just out of arm’s reach in front of her is the smirking, insolent Korean. Her rage and frustration boiling over, Dominique lets loose a furious scream and lunges forward with her fists chambered.
Another punch.
Another dodge.
Another flick on the tip of her nose.
Evidently, the competitive portion of the match is over, and now is the time for humiliation. Daly doesn’t care, and she limps forward to try to land a blow on her opponent, if for nothing else than to assuage her bruised ego.
No such luck though.
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
She tries again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...and again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...and again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...and again…
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
...to no avail.
Punch. Dodge. Flick.
After so many flicks to the nose, there's a slight trickle of blood from Dominique’s right nostril. Even worse, the fans have turned against her, and now every time she fails to strike her opponent, she’s serenaded by twenty thousand people sarcastically counting each of her misses. The last two people who still hold onto a shred of empathy for her seem to be the referee and Yoona’s girlfriend.
“Stop it, Yoona! You’re embarrassing her!” a distraught Camille shouts from outside the ring, which only serves to embarrass Dominique even more.
“HAHAHA, I KNOW!” Park guffaws as she delivers another flick to Daly’s schnoz and prances away. “LOOK AT HER! SHE’S SO MAD! HAHAHA!”
Despite her taunting and preening, however, Yoona notices that the effects of her nerve attack are wearing off as the hitch in Dominique’s step gradually fades. Soon the ex-ballerina would not be able to literally dance around her opponent with such ease, and so she decides it’s time to bring things to a close.
After dodging another looping punch, Yoona flicks out her right shin at Daly’s left kneecap. Countless repetitions with Mercy Ellis meant that blocking the kick was second nature to Dominique, and without even thinking about it, she lifts her left leg in order to take the blow on her own shin rather than her knee. The Mighty Mite executes the block flawlessly, but unfortunately for her, that’s just what Park is counting on.
As soon as she feels the contact of shin-on-shin, Yoona leaps off her planted left leg and whips that limb at the right side of Dominique’s head. Daly never sees the Switch Kick coming, and her lights are snuffed out the instant Park’s left foot smashes against her jawline.
SWITCH KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmBbYklGY8w
Curiously, Dominique’s unconscious body doesn’t collapse to the canvas, at least not entirely. Instead she drops to her knees and sinks to her haunches with her torso miraculously staying upright, although her limply slumping shoulders and head make it obvious that there’s no one home. This amuses Yoona greatly, and she snaps her fingers and claps her hands in front of her opponent’s face, eliciting no response whatsoever.
“Haha, wow!” Park exclaims. “Hey, Cam! What should I do next?! She’s totally fucking out, I can do aaaaaannnnyyything I want…”
“I think you should stop beating a dead horse and just pin her,” Camille sighs as she tilts her head back and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Stop being a wet blanket! Just shout a move at random! Any move! First thing that comes to--”
“Avalanche Release German Suplex.”
The smile evaporates from her face, and Yoona stares at her girlfriend for a few long, long seconds, blinking as if she doesn’t comprehend. Cosworth responds by waggling her eyebrows and sticking her tongue out.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! That’s the first move that came to mind?!” Park finally scoffs in disbelief.
“Hey, you asked for it! Don’t blame me if you can’t--”
“Nobody tosses a dwarf, Cam! What kind of racist piece of shit do you think I am?!”
Camille can’t think of a good comeback to that, so she grumbles wordlessly to herself and starts browsing cat videos on her phone, not interested in seeing whatever humiliation Yoona would heap upon the vanquished Mighty Mite.
Satisfied that she has won the battle of the wits and now left to her own devices, Yoona extends a single index finger and pushes it against the side of Dominique’s lolling head. The Fingerpoke of Doom upsets the unconscious wrestler’s precarious balance, and Daly topples to the canvas and spills onto her back. Always eager to show off her vaunted flexibility, the ex-ballerina settles into a Reverse Face Sit and then splays her legs into a perfect set of center splits. She reaches forward onto Dominique’s torso, hooking both hands into one of the rips in the leotard, and with a hard yank she tears the garment open from belly to crotch.
Yoona runs a finger along Daly’s exposed undercarriage, then she pops the digit into her mouth and purrs, “Oh Gimli… you were an awful gymnast then and you’re an awful wrestler now, but you taste so fucking good…”
The audience explodes into a sex-fueled frenzy when Park lies down on top of her foe and buries her face in Dominique’s groin. She starts twerking her glutes in order grind her own thinly-sheathed genitals against Daly’s nose while she kisses and licks and suckles and slurps every nook and cranny of Dominique’s womanhood to the rapturous delight of the FAWNatics. No one seems to care when the referee slaps out a three-count, or when the bell rings, or when the announcer proclaims Yoona as the winner of the match, technically by pinfall.
Having done his duty, Merle lets out a helpless sigh as he watches Park go on and on and on and on and on. Finally, the lusty Korean comes up for air, panting hard and with a coating of Love Potion Number 9 on her lips and chin.
“Bubble Yum!” she gasps. “That’s what that is! Fucking Bubble Yum!”
Having solved the great mystery of the day, Yoona takes a deep breath and dives back in as the FAWNatics scream their approval. They’re still roaring for more when a team of production technicians forcibly drag Park away from her latest meal in order to make way for the next match on the card.