Post by bigfan on Nov 5, 2017 19:59:07 GMT
Alone save for a single cameraman and referee Craig Long, Yoona Park and Adelaide Brewster regarded one another from a long stretch of sand painted orange and black by the setting sun, a taste of Halloween come early here in late September. On any other evening Park’s attention would’ve been drawn to the lapping of the waves, the soft grind of sand between her toes and the mellow afterglow left behind once the sun finally disappeared behind the curve of the world. Tonight her eyes were locked squarely on Adelaide, the who’d beaten (humiliated a voice in the back of her mind whispered) her at her first Fawnamania. She could never change that outcome, short of some catastrophic fire in the archive, future fans would always be able to call up the footage of her shrieking a surrender while Brewster tried to twist her foot right the f*ck off. She couldn’t change it, but she could avenge it. That’s what she would do tonight. And with nothing but the waves for miles around, Adelaide’s wailing screams would sound so much lou--
“Yoona!”
Park snapped to, realized Long had been talking to her.
“Sorry,” she said. “I was thinking about what sort of limerick I’m gonna write on this bytch’s cast. You were saying?”
YOONA PARK
Craig refrained from rolling his eyes. “Reminding you of the rules. No pin-falls. Knockouts and submissions will earn you a victory, however, because of your, how do I put this--”
“Fundamental hatred.” Brewster said dryly.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER
“Because of your deep mutual dislike, submission holds, particularly joint-locks and anything else I deem capable of causing lasting injury, will have a twenty second window. Meaning if the hold is in place for twenty seconds and your opponent has not surrendered, you’ll need to break the hold.”
Yoona snorted in disgust.
“You get the Church’s legal team to get that put in for you, bytch?” she asked Adelaide. “Sounds like the kind of cowardly pussy-ass shyt you’d need to save your--”
“Remember ‘Mania, tramp?” the Queen of Nightmares cooed. “I didn’t need twenty seconds to make you--”
‘Beg’ was on her lips when Yoona darted around Craig like a cool breeze and raced at her opponent. Crossing the sand in the blink of an eye, Park sprang off her left foot and pistoned the right straight at Brewster’s chin-NO!
Adelaide caught her ankle in both hands, stepped back and yanked up, forcing Yoona to balance precariously on her plant foot. Her smile full of embers in the dying light, Brewster leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss on the Korean’s big toe.
“So dangerous,” the brunette sighed. “So damaged. So disgustingly fragile.”
She tossed the trapped limb down, stormed forward and THWHUMPED a Kneelift deep into the plank of her foe’s stomach. Park grunted, doubled over and muttered a curse when Adelaide caught her in a rough Front Facelock. Quick to snatch a handful of the other brunette’s waistband, Brewster dipped her knees and popped her hips to take her burden up, over and down with a Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qmz3pONgsW8
The THWHAP of body on sand brought back fond memories for Park even as she soaked up the heavy impact. Alas she didn’t get much time to appreciate said remembrances as Adelaide maintained her hooks and rolled them over onto their stomachs before scrambling back to verticality. Feet already set, she dipped low, stopped short when Yoona hooked a leg around her own. Adelaide snarled, let loose of Park’s bottoms and pounded a trio of clubbing overhand smashes across her upper back.
“Resist all you want, you pathetic fraud,” she spat at the curve of her rival’s back. “In the end we both know you’ll give me exactly what I waNNNNGGGHHH!”
Yoona’s left leg whipped back, over and forward, lashing out like a scorpion’s tail to THWHACK a kick into Brewster’s forehead! Adelaide’s head snapped back, her control over Park’s noggin fading to uselessness. It would’ve been nothing at all for the Snarky Striker to pull away from her foe’s clutches, but Park did no such thing. Instead she stayed doubled over and wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s waist. Then she dug in her heels and popped her hips to THWHUMP Adelaide against the beach with a perfect Northern Lights Suplex!
Her execution was so good Craig felt bad that he couldn’t make a count, but it didn’t seem to bother Park at all because she promptly floated over, set her feet and dragged Adelaide right up alongside. Then she got low and planted her prey in the sand with her second Northern Lights in all less than ten seconds!
ROLLING NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HO47C9J7luo
Still didn’t make pins valid, not that this trivial detail kept Yoona from floating over again. Leaving Brewster sprawled on the sand as she rose, Park leaned down and flipped her nemesis the bird, then took to the skies in a high leap that ended with her STUFFING both heels into Brewster’s midsection in a Double Foot Stomp!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA1SLKj__fE
“UUUNNNNGGGH!” Adelaide sat up and quickly tumbled to one side, the Weeping Angel holding both arms snug to her aching midsection.
Beside her, Park dug her toes into the sand and kicked her foot back, sending a gritty spray across her gasping opposition.
“You’re in my world now, bytch,” Yoona rounded on the breathless brunette, nudged her onto her back and planted a foot snug atop her chest. “No ropes to crawl to, no quick three counts to end the suffering, just me kicking your miserable ass until you’re begging for me to stoAAARRRHHHHH F*CK!”
The Weeping Angel grabbed Park’s encroaching ankle, sat up and sank her teeth into the side of Yoona’s foot! Completely off balance thanks to the awkward positioning, the black-clad warrior could only hop and swipe at Brewster’s head even as the Churchgoer continued to gnaw! Working her way to a crouch as she made a meal of her foe’s tootsies, Adelaide suddenly yanked up on Park’s captured foot while simultaneously lashing out with a sweep that took Yoona’s plant foot out from under neat as you please. Park landed hard and ugly, the limber battler THWHUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders like she’d just absorbed a particularly steep Powerbomb.
Beside her, Brewster caught her breath and tucked some loose hair behind her ears.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, chattel?” Adelaide sneered as she buried a hand in Yoona’s hair and started hauling her off the sand. “There is no arena you can claim, no stipulation you can choose that will give you an advantage over me. Because I see through all your bullshyt, Yoona Park. And without that a fatted calf awaiting slaughNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Yoona drilled the point of her elbow into Brewster’s belly, pulled free of the hair pull and helped herself to one of her own before CRAAACKING the other brunette with a savage slap across the mouth.
“YOU? You’re accusing ME of bullshyt? I’m not the one who pretends to be a vampAAAAAAWWWW BYTCH!”
The Queen of Nightmares stamped on her foe’s foot, doubling Yoona over in an instant. Noting the gift of Park’s bowed skull, Adelaide brought her right leg straight up, then snapped it down to THWHAP a quick Axe Kick against the back of Yoona’s head. The blow actually straightened Park up rather than drop her to all fours, which proved problematic as Brewster immediately reared back and THWHACKED her across the jaw with a huge Forearm Smash!
AXE & SMASH @ 2:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvoYfVvuZ0Y
Yoona spun away from the blow but still didn’t go down, so Adelaide pounced on her back and yanked the striker’s arms over her head in a brawny Full Nelson. Wrapping her legs around Park’s waist even as she dropped to the sand, Brewster treated the beach fighter to a mean squeeeeeeeeeeeeze and pressed down on the Nelson so Yoona’s chin was almost in her own décolletage.
“Yes Yoona, I see right through you,” Adelaide cooed in the other woman’s ear. “And by the time I’m done, so will everyone else.”
Huffing hard against the other brunette’s constricting thighs, Park pushed her feet against the sand and arched her spine to force Adelaide’s shoulders onto the ground. With pins not being a valid means of victory, the Queen of Nightmares didn’t have to worry about being counted down for a one-two-three, but their new position did give Yoona the leverage to work a counter-hold. She wrapped her ankles over the top of Brewster’s crossed legs and bore down hard to squeeze the Churchgoer’s fleshy calf against the hard ridge of her own shinbone.
The sharp, sudden cramp in her leg distracted Adelaide for just a moment, and that was all Park needed to slip her left arm out of the Full Nelson. In the blink of an eye, she fired a couple of elbows backwards into her opponent’s ribs, and when that freed her right arm as well, Yoona threw her head backwards to thonk her skull right into the bridge of Brewster’s nose. The Headbutt finally loosened Adelaide’s Bodyscissor with the referee’s count at “SEVEN!” and with her nemesis in a daze, Park scrambled out into a kneeling position, drew back her right arm, and brought it down in a vertical, stiff-fingered stab aimed at the center of Brewster’s throat.
Fortunately for the Daughter of Darkness, her instincts were on point and she rolled to the side in the nick of time. The brutal Throat Stab hit nothing but sand as Yoona buried her hand all the way up to the wrist, then a heartbeat later Adelaide lashed out with a wild kick that impacted against her flank and sent her rolling away. Even so, the Korean came out of the tumble in a tensed crouch, and when Brewster came charging forward a second later to press the offensive, she found herself greeted by a stiff Knee Strike to the solar plexus when Park sprung to a stand and powered her right knee forward and up.
The Churchgoer started crumpling to the sand after having the air explosively driven from her lungs, but her opponent stalled her descent by catching her in a Three Quarters Facelock. The pair of wrestlers weren’t vertical for long, however, as Yoona kicked out her legs in front and laid out on the ground. Brewster was pulled along for a short fall with a very rough landing, her teeth clacking hard when gravity and inertia slammed the bottom of her jaw against the point of Park’s right shoulder.
ACE CRUSHER:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=o_Tjt9Amhg4
Following the impact of the Ace Crusher, Yoona maintained her grips around Adelaide’s head, and muscled both of them into a half roll that left herself facedown and her opponent face up. Park deftly transitioned into a Reverse Facelock by tucking Brewster’s throat under her right armpit, then she rose up to sit on her haunches with the Daughter of Darkness stretched out in front of her in a sort of kneeling Dragon Sleeper. With Craig Long already a quarter of the way through his twenty-count, Adelaide wasn’t in much danger of getting choked out, though Yoona made up for it by thrashing back and forth in an attempt to rip her head off her shoulders. When Craig’s count reached “SEVENTEEN!” the Korean forced both wrestlers to a stand, then with a loud snarl she twisted her hips and released the Reverse Facelock to fling her opponent away.
Brewster made a relatively soft landing in the sand, and she instinctively clasped both hands around the back of her neck as she laid on her stomach. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Park surge forward and take to the air once more, and she quickly made a half roll underneath the airborne wrestler. As a result, Yoona overshot her target with her second attempt at a Double Foot Stomp and she landed in the sand with Adelaide lying face up just behind her. Borrowing another favorite from Camille’s playbook, Park immediately launched herself into a backflip, though instead of coming down with the belly-to-belly impact of a typical Moonsault that her girlfriend favored, Yoona tucked herself into a ball and came down knees-first onto Adelaide’s gut.
STANDING MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag4zGc8ZnZs
The Queen of Nightmares gasped at the impact of the Knee Drop, and in a flash a pair of hands were jammed between her parted lips. Yoona hissed in pain as Adelaide’s jaw clenched and those hated teeth cut into the bare skin on her fingers, but that didn’t stop her from pulling in opposite directions with her hands in an apparent attempt to rip off Brewster’s jaw. It was only Adelaide’s quick reflexes that prevented her from being maimed as she seized her opponent’s wrists in her hands to prevent Yoona from prying her mouth even further open. The Korean was undeterred though, and ignorant to the horrified reaction of the arena full of fans watching on the FAWNtron miles away, Park shifted her position in order to plant her shin across Brewster’s throat and redoubled her efforts to tear the other brunette’s face in half.
“You stupid, stupid cunt,” Yoona spat as she forced Adelaide’s mouth open, millimeter by agonizing millimeter. “You have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. They’re gonna need a --”
“TWENTY!” the referee interrupted. ”Let her go, Yoona!”
Park glared ominously at the man and for a moment it seemed as if she wasn’t going to relent, but soon enough her pride overruled her anger. She wasn’t about to hand Brewster another win by getting disqualified, not after suffering her most galling humiliation in what should have been her finest hour at Mania. Not saying another word, Yoona removed her hands from Adelaide’s maw, gave the Daughter of Darkness a withering, Forget-Me-Not backhanded slap across the face, and allowed the referee to drag her about ten feet away.
Simultaneously livid and appalled, Craig demanded, “You can’t try to maim her like that! What the hell are you --”
Yoona shoved her right hand under the official’s nose, and in the center of her upturned palm was a capsule that contained the Churchgoer’s infamous Red Mist. Once she was certain that Long recognized the sleek little pill for what it was, Park chucked it over her shoulder where it got lost in the dark and the sand.
“I’m doing your job for you, asshole. Last I checked, the referee was supposed to ensure she’s not bringing that shit into every match.”
Long didn’t believe that the Korean wrestler was earnestly a stickler for the rules, though he also couldn’t find it in himself to argue the point since she was technically correct. All he could muster in response was to flatly inform Park that she was bleeding when he noticed the shallow lacerations on her fingers. Eager to bring a pause to the action and let tempers cool for a bit, the referee quickly offered to patch up the flesh wounds with a roll of sterile gauze and tape he carried in his pocket, but Yoona rebuffed him by simply kneeling down, thrusting her hands into the sand, and tightly clenching her fists.
“All fixed,” she snorted as she stood up a few seconds later and showed the official her hands again, a sight which made the man visibly cringe.
Park was of course unconcerned with Craig’s weak stomach, and she brushed past him with nary a glance to resume her assault on Brewster who was just now rising to one knee. The Queen of Nightmares was still tending to her face with one hand clasped around her jaw, although that didn’t prevent her from bringing up both arms just in time to block the massive Double Axehandle Smash that her opponent was about to drop on the crown of her head. Unfortunately, that left her wide open for the follow-up Knee Strike that slammed into her midsection with so much force that the impact lifted her from a crouch to a stand, which put her in the perfect position for Yoona to slip on the Muay Thai clinch and power home another couple of identical strikes in the span of a heartbeat.
The gutshot Churchgoer sank back down to her knees, nearly gagging on the acid and bile that had been churned up from her stomach to the back of her mouth. She managed to choke down the sour and bitter liquid with a Herculean effort even as a fourth consecutive Knee Strike nearly pulverized her floating ribs, and Adelaide knew that she was already at her limits for absorbing punishment to her abdomen. With a strength born of mad desperation, she lunged forward to drive the ball of her right shoulder into Yoona’s hips just as the Korean was queuing up a fifth Knee Strike, and in one motion she popped to a stand to lift her opponent into the air for a brief moment before diving forward, tackling Park to the beach with a move that was equal parts Double Leg Takedown and Spinebuster.
Adelaide had no illusions about the efficacy of her maneuver when it came to damage, especially not in the relatively soft sand, but it did put an end to the barrage of knees and left her in an advantageous position. She quickly relinquished her grip on Yoona’s right leg so she could focus on the left, tucking that foot under her right arm and scissoring the thigh with her calves before practically throwing herself backwards into the sand to put vicious strain on the ligaments and tendons in the ex-ballerina’s ankle.
ACHILLES LOCK:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=afCV2YuGLKY
The effect of the Achilles Lock was immediate as Park let loose a bloodcurdling shriek, seemingly on the verge of surrender for the second straight month despite looking dominant just a few seconds ago. For a moment, Yoona’s brain was flooded with panic as memories of FAWNamania bubbled to the surface. Adelaide seemed to notice too, and she gave another heartless jerk on the captured limb, but the second nauseous splash of pain seemed to galvanize Park rather than cow her into submission. Gritting her teeth and trusting her protective gear to save her tendons from getting snapped like piano wires, Yoona reached down to grip Adelaide’s bare feet and drilled her thumbs into the nerve clusters in the soles.
The Queen of Nightmares was not immune to the effects of Park’s game of Footsie, as evidenced by her agonized howl, but she had similarly demonstrated the willpower to resist the nerve hold. By now Adelaide fully understood that the pressure point attack was excruciating but not harmful, thus she resolved to bear the pain in order to leave Yoona walking on crutches for the third time in as many months. Her plan was foiled shortly afterwards by the referee, however, as Craig had once again reached the end of his twenty-count and demanded that both wrestlers relent on their respective tortures, lest one or both of them be disqualified, fined, and suspended.
Once the pair of wrestlers were untangled, Brewster dragged herself backwards on her hands and began massaging away that burning electric shock that ran from her toes to her hip. As that vile sensation gradually faded, Adelaide was sure that her opponent would still be on the ground clutching her foot and whimpering, or limping around at best, so it rankled her greatly to see that the Korean was already up and pacing in the sand, seemingly right as rain. A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she realized that the soft sand was much less punishing on the joints than the relatively unforgiving plywood and canvas of the ring, largely neutralizing Park’s greatest weakness.
Determined to not let her hated opponent appear strong for even a moment, Adelaide mentally pushed her aches and pains to the side and clambered to her feet.
Breathing more or less normal after their last manic tangle, Yoona made to call the other brunette forward when a slow, knowing smile crept over the freak’s mouth. Not liking that expression one bit, Park squared up in case of a blindside attack but she didn’t take her eyes off Brewster.
Instead she called out to Craig, “We got anybody looking to crash this party?”
Craig scanned the beach in both directions, was relieved to find it as empty as it was ten minutes ago. “Just us, Yoona. Why?”
“Because this asshole is smiling like she’s got a plan,” the Korean noted as started toward Adelaide in a slowly tightening circle.
Brewster circled with her, the Weeping Angel seemingly unconcerned with Yoona’s accusation of Church interference.
“Since when do I need an extra set of hands to render you a blubbering quitter?” Adelaide cooed. “Shyt, you’ll search out any and every possible excuse, won’t--” Park shut her up by raising her right hand high overhead, an unmistakable challenge. Brewster regarded her with narrowed eyes. “You don’t have the guts,” she said. “You’ll throw a knee or a Headbutt the instant your legs start to tremble.”
“Who’s looking for excuses now?” Yoona asked quietly.
The Queen of Nightmares answered with action, crossing the sand in three brisk steps to ‘smack’ a hand against her opponent’s waiting palm. Halfway there, Park raised her other hand, then laced her fingers between Adelaide’s when the true believer reciprocated. Just like that the Test was on, both women surging against her rival as they sought to impose will on the hated other. They could’ve been statues for the first thirty seconds or so. Only the subtle trembling in their biceps, shoulders, glutes and calves confirmed the wrestlers were flesh and blood and not some artist’s interpretation of primal conflict.
When the stalemate broke, it went quickly. And not in Yoona’s favor.
One second they were deadlocked, the next Brewster was up on tiptoe and rolling the Korean’s hands backward over her own wrists. Park grit her teeth and pushed back against the encroachment, but Adelaide had leverage on her side now and she slowly but surely forced Yoona to one knee… and then the over. With Park playing penitent, Brewster took the test from midnight to six, a shift that allowed her to put even more torque on the kneeling woman’s wrists.
“Submit,” Adelaide demanded after she’d forced a low whine from Yoona’s lips. “Tell everyone it’s over before I break your--”
“Twenty!” Craig interrupted. “Let her go, Adel--”
“Don’t you f*cking dare.” Park growled from her spot on the sand. “This doesn’t end until I put this bytch on the sanDEERRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide bared her teeth and wrenched upward, the Weeping Angel looking for all the world as if she meant to make Park tap out in the world’s most intense game of mercy.
With Yoona’s wrists inching closer and closer to her forearms, Brewster snarled, “Enough of your goddamned mouth. If you won’t submit, I’ll let the EMT’s do it for--”
Yoona bellowed in rage and pain, the sheer volume of it enough to throw Adelaide off balance for an instant. That opening was just what Yoona needed to wrest the Test back up over her head. The pain in her wrists improved quite a bit and she made it to one knee before Brewster could clamp down again. Distressingly aware that she’d burn through a metric f*ck ton of her reserves trying to win a straight up power game against the Churchgoer, Park silenced the worry with another Sammain-esque war cry as she slowly regained her feet. Managing a smile as she watched the disbelief blossom in Adelaide’s dark eyes, Yoona abruptly wrenched their arms down to shoulder level and shifted her stance so that one foot was planted behind her foe.
Snugged in chest to chest, Park let her lips brush against Brewster’s ear as she murmured, “I own this beach. And I own you.”
Then she pressed forward with all her might, forcing Adelaide backward into a slowly deepening arch rather than didn’t stop until the crown of her skull reached the sand.
“Pretty solid for a greasy slice of bikini meat,” Yoona teased after Brewster had endured the bridge for the better part of fifteen seconds. “Think those tender little abs of yours can take some more pressure?”
Adelaide couldn’t move her head for fear of breaking the bridge, so she growled, “More pressure? You mean there was some earliOOFFFFHHHHHH!”
The Snarky Striker vaulted into a flawless handstand, then swung down and in to land with her shins and knees astride the Churchgoer’s washboard tummy. Brewster shuddered and the bridge sagged noticeably, but damned if she didn’t arch up again even if Park’s weight bearing down. Opting to use this moment of control to catch her breath, Yoona flipped hair off her face, then looked down and made a point of digging her knees into those vulnerable abs.
“You can’t keep this up, cunt. Give it up before I leave your guts strewn all over the sand.”
“Do I LOOK tired, buttercup?” Brewster spat. “If you’ve got another trick up those slutty sleeves I’d give it a try, because this shut isn’t getting it OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Park repeated her earlier handstand Knee Drop, putting even more force behind the second attempt. It hit just as true as the first, but Adelaide’s bridge firmed up almost immediately.
“News flash, idiot,” Brewster taunted. “You’re not strong enough to make me--”
The Korean floated into a third handstand but this time Adelaide kicked her feet up so when Yoona descended she landed with her thighs on the Churchgoer’s feet. Compressed into an involuntary crunch with the other brunette’s weight bearing down on her, Brewster let loose with a roar of her own and pistoned her legs out to send Park rocketing back the way she’d come.
Still linked to Brewster via the Knuckle-Lock, Yoona landed on her feet with relative ease, but the tether meant Adelaide got peeled off the sand and landed directly in front of her nemesis. Tired of the game just like that, Yoona planted on her left foot and drew back the right for a-- the Weeping Angel darted forward and ‘FWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of that noxious Red Mist directly into Park’s eyes!
Yoona screamed and clawed at her face, the stunned battler unaware of anything save for the arterial crimson that made up her world at the mom--”UNGH!” Adelaide caught her across the back of the neck, hopped into the air and wedged her right knee against Park’s face just in time for gravity to return her to the sand with a soft thump! The THWONK of knee on jaw was far less pleasant, though Park’s fans took solace in the fact that the Single Knee Facebreaker only set their heroine to reeling instead of knocking her into the sand.
SINGLE KNEE FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmSrQHAVelY
Of course Adelaide was less than enamored of the Korean’s resilience, so she scrambled to verticality and dimmed Park’s lights with a shotgun-blast of a right hand. Yoona’s head snapped to the side and her knees went loose but Adelaide didn’t let her fall. Rather she leaned sideways and coiled her arms around Park’s waist in a quick Gutwrench. From there she spun Park 180 degrees, those dangerous legs of hers temporarily useless as they framed Brewster’s leering face.
Careful to make sure she was facing the cameraman, Adelaide winked and said, “You can thank me later, Cosworth.”
With that she hoisted Yoona up so she was parallel to the sand, then dropped backward and tucked her knees in tight to ensure the other brunette THWHUMPED down chest-first atop those bony daggers!
MIDNIGHT SYNDICATE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpWJOezl8WM
Bounced to a breathless, agonized seat after her visit from the Midnight Syndicate, Park somehow found the voice to sob when Brewster climbed into her lap and wrapped her arms around Yoona’s biceps. Hands locked, the Queen of Nightmares slid her coil down to keep Park’s arms trapped while increasing the pressure on the Bear Hug.
“You’ve got some red on you,” Adelaide purred in reference to the splatter of mist on her prey’s face. “Here, I can help.”
She leaned in and liccccccccked Park from chin to temple, Brewster clearly savoring every bit of her opponent’s squirming disgust.
Shifting and straining against the constricting Bear Hug to no avail, Yoona flexed her wrists and dug her fingernails deep into the bare skin on Adelaide’s back, just above the kidneys. Brewster hissed sharply, then sent another pulse through her arms to ramp up the pressure on the Korean’s torso, eliciting a tortured gasp, though it did nothing to loosen Park’s talons. The mutual punishment continued until Craig reached the end of his twenty-count, but when the referee tried to untangle the pair of wrestlers, Yoona grunted a defiant “FUCK OFF!” and insisted on extricating herself from the hold.
“Nothing but doomed bravado, chattel,” Adelaide whispered. “You and I both knnnNNNRRRRGGGHH!”
The Churchgoer paid the price for leaning in too close when her opponent took a page from her book and chomped down on the bridge of her nose. All thoughts of squeezing out Park abandoned in favor of preventing her face from being disfigured, Brewster released her Bear Hug to palm the Korean’s head with both hands and shoved her way free. Adelaide stumbled to her feet with her hands protectively cupping her face, but despite being nearly squeezed out a few moments prior, Yoona was also upright just a moment later.
Park closed the distance with three great strides, then she took to the air with a Flying Knee aimed at Brewster’s chin. The Daughter of Darkness brought her arms down from her face just in time to stop Yoona’s left knee from smashing into her jaw, but she had neglected to account for the right. Months of plyometric training at Camille’s insistence had bolstered Park’s leaping ability, and while she lacked the freak-of-genetics athleticism to truly explode off the ground like Cosworth, Yoona still got more than enough air-time to throw a second knee off the same jump as she swung her posted right leg forward and up, slamming the bony joint into Adelaide’s left ear.
V-TRIGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E20KfGuYUI0
Caught flush by the second half of Park’s V-Trigger, Brewster drunkenly stumbled backwards a couple of steps before she pitched forward. She might have landed face-first in the sand if her opponent hadn’t caught her in a tight Front Facelock, and a moment later Yoona grabbed a handful of her trunks and hoisted the Queen of Nightmares upside down and vertical with a grunt of effort. Park held her opponent in the Delayed Suplex position for a few seconds, perhaps to show off more of her gains in the weight room, then she dropped Brewster back down in front of her while laying out in the sand and curling her legs to her chest.
VERTICAL SUPLEX GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFb8wAxr--E
Adelaide suffered a brief fall with a very rough landing, as her much-abused abdomen smashed across the hard ridges of her opponent’s shins. The Churchgoer bounced once and flopped to the sand in a fetal position on her right side, arms swaddled around her blasted midsection, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth frozen in a silent howl of anguish.
A couple of feet away, Yoona laid on her back, arms and legs stretched out in spreadeagle. She craned her neck and lifted her head a few inches off the ground to get eyes on her opponent, and once she was sure that Adelaide wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, she let her head drop back down to the sand and looked upwards at the rapidly darkening twilight sky. Resting and recovering her reserves as much as Craig Long would allow, Park focused on her breathing as she milked the referee’s count all the way down to the last second.
When she finally got to her feet, the Queen of Nightmares was still on hands and knees, so Yoona rushed forward and delivered a savage Soccer Punt to the face that bloodied Adelaide’s lips. Brewster’s head snapped upwards and the rest of her body did a half-roll as she fell to the beach on her back. This time, however, Park didn’t give any quarter, and she quickly hauled the dazed Churchgoer to a sitting position with a couple handfuls of hair. Settling into a seat behind her opponent, Yoona wrapped her dancer’s legs around Adelaide’s slender waist and clamped down on the Bodyscissors as hard as she could.
The crushing pressure on Brewster’s tenderized belly immediately wiped away any lingering wooziness from the kick to the head, replacing it instead with a sudden wave of nausea as her intestines were forcibly rearranged. The Daughter of Darkness retained enough of her senses to immediately reach for her opponent’s feet that were stretched out in front of her, seeking to mangle those delicate and oh-so-sensitive toes in her hand in order to convince Park to relinquish the Bodyscissors or perhaps even force an outright surrender. Adelaide was just a hair too slow though, as the Korean quickly shifted her legs into a Figure Four configuration, tucking her left foot into the crook of her right knee and then folding her right shin underneath her right thigh, effectively shielding her feet while also ramping up the squeeze.
“Your call, fuckface,” Yoona murmured, her voice low and full of menace. “Submit now and I’ll only rip your guts out. Keep it up and I’ll snap your neck.”
The Churchgoer didn’t respond verbally, not that she could even if she’d wanted to. Instead she gritted her teeth, reached back with her right arm, grabbed a handful of her opponent’s jet-black locks, and gave a couple of hard yanks. Adelaide quickly came to regret that decision, however, when Yoona trapped that same arm under her own left armpit and leaned back into an Abdominal Stretch.
SCISSORED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaCVwSc0OJY
Caught in the unenviable position of having her already battered muscles simultaneously pulled and crushed, Brewster pounded her left fist into the sand to steel herself against Park’s combination hold, then immediately shook her head at the referee, lest her actions be seen as a gesture of surrender.
Yoona noted the continued defiance with a loud, angry growl. While she normally preferred working the Abdominal Stretch because the hold afforded her plenty of opportunity to grope and fondle her opponents -- to which both Babe Babcock and Dominique Daly could attest -- at the moment it was rage, not lust, in Park’s eyes. She joined her hands together in an S-grip on the left side of Brewster’s neck and cranked back as hard as she could, finally drawing an anguished screech from the Queen of Nightmares as she tried to make good on her earlier threat.
With Craig Long still eight agonizing seconds away from his twenty second limit on submission holds, Adelaide had to find her own way out. Still howling in misery, Brewster unfurled her left fist into a stiff-fingered spade and blindly stabbed it over and over again over her right shoulder, hoping to hit pay dirt. The first few attempts scored a couple of scratches on the Korean’s cheek, nothing more than a mild annoyance, but the third time was the charm as her fingers gouged deep into Park’s left eye socket.
Yoona fell back into the sand with a bloodcurdling scream, her hands shooting to her face and her legs uncoiling as her hold was finally broken. Meanwhile, Adelaide allowed herself a single sob of relief before she went on the counter-offensive. She stumbled to her feet, fighting against those horrible, debilitating cramps in her abdominal muscles the whole way, and with a teeth-gnashing effort she hauled her opponent upright as well. Park was still wailing and keening with her hands clasped over her injured eye, so she literally did not see it coming when Brewster lashed out with a hateful Snap Kick that split her thighs and pulverized her groin.
The ex-ballerina’s high-pitched shrieking immediately transformed into a low, guttural moan as she doubled over and her hands moved from her face to her crotch. The Daughter of Darkness took the opportunity to seize one of her wrists, reeled her in by the captured limb, and smashed her directly across the front of the neck with a vicious clothesline.
RIPCORD LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrT_s5tnWos
Sent flipping head over heels by the force of the Ripcord Lariat, Yoona twirled through the air before landing on the crown of her skull, perhaps spared several fractured vertebrae by the relatively soft sand. Thankfully for Park and her fans, the wicked maneuver seemed to take a toll on Adelaide too, as the strain on her devastated core finally became too much to bear and forced her to collapse in a heap just a couple of feet away from her opponent.
Picking his way through the human rubble strewn across this small section of beach, Craig Long checked on both his charges, murmuring first to Park and then to Brewster to make sure each woman wanted to continue. Treated to a double affirmative, the official moved to a clear spot between the battered brunettes and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Adelaide braced her hands against the beach and pushed up, stifling a moan in the process. Elsewhere, Yoona slopped onto her back and sat up halfway, one arm cradled tight against the back of her neck.
“FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…”
Park caught sight of Brewster, pushed to her knees and slashed a quick line in the sand before her.
“Crawl on over here, f*ckface,” she challenged. “Unless you’re about to turn tail and run. Then I’ll give you a five second head start before I run your ass down.”
The Queen of Nightmares rocked back on her haunches, flipped the hair out of her eyes and fixed Long with a baleful
stare, ensuring he stopped the count dead in its tracks.
Thus satisfied she focused on Park and observed, “Still so insolent for a girl with tear tracks cutting through the blood on her face. Am I to understand that you’re inviting me in, so to speak?”
Yoona knee-walked back from the beachy demarcation, leaned forward and swept her arms out in a wide, disingenuous bow. “The door’s wide open you gutless bytch.”
Adelaide didn’t need to be told twice, she dropped to all fours and closed the distance fast, her movements far
more feline than Park would’ve suspected. Coiling back on herself as the other brunette rose up to engage, Yoona lunged forward with an Uppercut locked and loaded only to earn a stern rebuke in the form of a fistful of sand the
Churchgoer flung in her eyes! Now Yoona’d spent the formative years of her combat career in the crucible of West Coast Beach Fighting and she was no stranger to such a tactic but it still stung like a mad bastard, especially on the heels of that goddamned mist!
“CHEAP F*CK!” the Snarky Striker screamed as she desperately scraped at the crimson grime caking her features.
“I’M GONNA FEED YOU YOUR TEETH ONE AT A TIMMOOOOOFFFFFHHHHHHHH!”
Adelaide came in like a bull looking to gore and that’s sure as hell what it felt like to Yoona when the other woman
THWHUMPED the crown of her skull into the pit of Park’s stomach. Give her credit, Yoona actually tried to catch a Front Facelock as she doubled over, but her grip was non-existent and Adelaide straightened up so fast she drilled her foe’s chin with the back of her head! Yoona reeled, went to cup her jaw, let loose a muffled curse when the True Believer snatched her left wrist and folded it back over her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlock. Park had been in the ring with Brewster enough to know damned well what that meant, however knowing a thing was coming didn’t mean you could prevent it, as countless Time Travelers had already learned, and Park discovered when Adelaide’s right fist SLAMMED into the curve of Yoona’s left breast.
Contrary to popular belief, the Heart Punch didn’t actually stop the victim’s heart, but oxygen was definitely a
precious commodity in the aftermath of its landing. And it only got more scarce as the Weeping Angel reloaded for a second and then a third, Brewster making a point to add a spiteful corkscrew twist to the last leg of her trifecta. Silenced by a scream far too large to escape her throat, Park made a single drunken lunge for her tormentor that transformed into a sandy, sawed-off Flair Flop as she careened into the sand.
Delighted by the sight of the arrogant exotique laid before her like so much flotsam and jetsam, Adelaide deigned to actually look at the referee as she said, “Ask her. Ask everyone’s favorite glass-boned little harlot if she’d had enough fun on the sand for one evening.”
Not quite sure how much say Yoona had in the matter at the moment, Craig knelt beside Park and laid a hand on her
shoulder. Knowing it was bad when she didn’t immediately swat it away, he asked, “Can you continue, Yoona?”
Nothing but the sound of the surf for five seconds. Long was about to repeat the query when Yoona curled one hand
into a fist and gave him the thumbs up.
“I’m still in this,” she whispered. “Bytch isn’t gonna put a stake through my heart that easYYYUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Always ready for defiance when it came to Yoona Park, Adelaide scrambled to her feet, moved around opposite the
official and forced him to dive away from the action when she came down with both knees THUMPING the small of her prey’s back! Yoona cried out and Adelaide did too, apparently even a jolt of her own devising was tough on her traumatized tummy. Nausea be damned, Brewster slid into a seat just above Park’s butt, grabbed her by the elbows and wrenched her arms back so she could hook them over the strong planes of her thighs. Mind reeling at the prospect of twenty long seconds to torture Yoona in whichever fashion she saw fit, the Daughter of Darkness cupped her hands under Park’s chin for a traditional Camel Clutch, only to slip in two, then THREE fingers on each side! Looking for all the world like she meant to give Yoona an honest-to-God Cenobite smile, Brewster worked
the Fishhook until ‘FIFTEEN!’ then drove opposing face into the sand and scrubbed it back n’ forth once, twice, thrice!
On her feet with Long’s count ended before the requisite breaking point, Adelaide took stock of her handiwork,
liked the feel of what she’d done to the Korean’s back and piled on by dropping all of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds elbow-first into Yoona’s lower back. Park jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire and it only got worse when the Churchgoer resumed her mount, albeit facing south this time. Leaning forward after a few rough butt bumps to keep Yoona docile, Adelaide grabbed the other brunette’s lower legs, pulled them close and crossed ‘em in a stubby ‘X’ nestled atop the curve of Park’s glutes. This sort of prep was the beginning to any number of holds, yet in this case it proved to be the denouement as Brewster laced her fingers between the Korean’s toes and bore down until her knuckles turned white!
“AAAAAAAWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAWWWD!” Yoona shrieked to the fading sun before stifling it against the crook of her elbow.
Adelaide nodded, squeezed harder and let the ball of her thumbs trail along the sole of her foe’s feet. “Submit, you
bytch.” the Queen of Nightmares demanded as Craig’s count ground ever upward. “Or do I have to hobble you for good?”
Yoona shook her head ‘no’ a gesture lost on most, as it was currently buried in her arms. “Duuuuhhhh…. do your
worst, f*ckface. I’ll be damned if I can’t outlast youAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH SHHIIIIIITTTTTTTT!”
Adelaide carried through on the threat, forcing Park to tug at her own hair to keep from tapping out. Attention
divided between the hell in her feet and the maddeningly slow pace of the ref’s count, Yoona fought back a sob of horror when Adelaide released at ‘FIFTEEN!’ once more, presumably denying her opponent the respite she so richly deserved. Indeed Adelaide was quick to fill her hands with Park’s hair, though she took her time peeling the crippled kickboxer off the ground. First to her hands and knees. Then to all fours. Finally a slow motion ascent to verticality, Adelaide making sure to draaaaaaaaaag Yoona’s face along her thigh, belly and chest before --
“NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Yoona made Adelaide feel her pain courtesy a savage stamp to the Churchgoer’s exposed toes! Following that with a
short shove, Park bellowed loud enough for rage to overwhelm agony just long enough to hop up and THWHACK her right foot upside Adelaide’s head. Knees unhinged by the lightning bolt strike, Brewster spun away in a sloppy half
circle and crashed down on her face while Yoona landed on her stomach and promptly curled into a ball to nurse her mangled feet.
She checked on her leg sleeves, then tugged them up a little higher so that the stirrups at the bottom would provide just a bit more soothing compression on the scorched soles of her feet. Thinking about the cool bucket of ice and the tender massage that were waiting for her at home blunted the pain even more, enough for her to force herself upright and halt Craig’s count at “SEVEN!” A short distance away, the Queen of Nightmares was groggily pushing onto her haunches, gaze still vacant and unfocused.
Park recognized a sitting duck when she saw one, so she broke into a run, stumbling at first then getting more and more sure-footed with each step towards her hated nemesis. Adelaide snapped to attention at the last second, but by then it was too late. Yoona dipped down and slammed into her like a runaway bus, shoulder against chest and head against head with a bone-jarring CLACK that drew groans from the fans watching in the FAWN Arena miles away.
It was a crude, inelegant blow from a woman whose nimble striking combinations usually flowed with a particularly violent grace, though no one could doubt the efficacy of the maneuver as it left Brewster flat on her back and in a glassy-eyed daze. Park was laid out perpendicular on top of the Churchgoer, exhausted and shaking off the effects of the head-to-head collision herself. Panting and wheezing, she struggled to her feet with just a second to spare to avoid the double count out. Yoona gripped Adelaide under the arms and forced the sagging Daughter of Darkness to stand as well, then she slapped on a tight, grinding Reverse Bear Hug and arched her back to lift Brewster into the air.
Park would never have the brawn to squeeze an opponent in the way of Erika Eisenberg or Cassandra Vale, but for now at least, it didn’t seem to matter. With Adelaide’s normally sturdy midsection already shredded by the Korean’s strikes and stretches, it was nothing short of torture when Yoona thrashed her about and gouged hard knuckles into the vulnerable area just above her navel. She instinctively flailed her arms about, reaching for ropes that were never there, and when she came up empty, Brewster bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold in the submissive wail that was now burbling in the back of her throat.
Just by the slimmest of margins, Adelaide’s willpower outlasted the referee’s count and Yoona unceremoniously dumped her face first into the beach. The agony in her core was so intense that she could hardly move her legs, so Brewster started dragging herself away on her elbows, looking to create some distance while her war-weary opponent was still bent over at the waist with hands on knees gasping for breath. The Daughter of Darkness managed to get maybe five feet of separation before her opponent caught a second wind and came stalking after her, but five feet was all that the Queen of Darkness needed.
As soon as Yoona was in range, Adelaide got to hands and knees then lashed out with a Mule Kick, pistoning her right leg backwards and driving the heel of her foot into the other wrestler’s crotch. Stereo screams of pain rang out, one from the woman who just had her groin smashed, and the other from the woman who just badly strained her own abdominal muscles. Even so, it was a much better position for Brewster than just a moment ago, now that her tormenter was also down on hands and knees, eyes squeezed shut in agony from the sudden Low Blow. Fighting back a pained sob with every movement of her body, Adelaide scrambled as best she could to take position behind the paralyzed Yoona, then she affixed a vicious, two-handed Crotch Claw on the Korean’s unprotected undercarriage.
Park arched her back and shrieked long and loud. She raised an arm, and for just a moment the Churchgoer felt a wave of triumph and relief as it seemed like Yoona was about to surrender, but when the Korean’s hand came down to the sand it was a fist. Yoona used the recoil from her ground punch to get up to one knee, and then pressing her hands against her posted thigh, she powered her way to a full stand. Brewster was still kneeling behind her with the Double Crotch Claw still firmly attached, so Park twisted her body to throw an elbow into the side of Adelaide’s head. Brewster’s grip loosened slightly, though the positioning and leverage was all wrong for Yoona to put any real power into the blow. The Korean tried it again, and then again, but the second and third hits seemed to galvanize the Queen of Nightmares.
Ignoring the caustic burn in her midsection and tapping deeper into her reserves than she had in a long, long time, Adelaide rose to a full stand and lifted her opponent a couple of feet off the ground with the Double Crotch Claw, causing Yoona to howl in agony at the increased pressure on groin. Holding Park aloft by the crotch, Brewster turned and staggered towards the ocean, making it knee-deep in the water after a desperate effort. The Churchgoer twirled in a half circle, then popped her hips and arched backwards to toss the other brunette up and over with a massive Crotchplex.
CROTCHPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_IiTrCbQcM
Yoona did half a flip in midair before belly-flopping into the waters of the Atlantic, earning a shout of “HOLY SHIT!” from the FAWNatics watching on live video, the cameraman capturing the action, and even the referee himself, and a moment later her body was swallowed up by a cresting wave. Meanwhile, Adelaide crawled back to the dry section of the beach and promptly collapsed into a broken, shivering heap, her tortured abdominal muscles evidently having finally given up the ghost after the tremendous strain of the Crotchplex. Despite the spasmodic cramps shooting through her gut, however, she craned her neck around to watch as Craig Long waded waist-deep into the water to search for Park.
“YOOO-NAAAA!” the man shouted, cupping one hand to his mouth to amplify his voice while holding the battery pack to his ear piece aloft with the other, though the only response he got was the crashing of the waves and the mad, hysterical laughter of Queen of Nightmares who was rejoicing at the thought of her nemesis getting pulled under by a riptide.
Craig desperately scanned the water, but with the Sun having slipped below the horizon behind him, he couldn’t make out much of anything with only a lone camera-mounted light for illumination.
“YOOO-NAAA!” Long called again while he kept a silent, mental count.
“She is lost, arbiter!” Adelaide triumphantly cried out between bouts of cackling. “Carried out to sea like so much detritus!”
Craig wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet, and once more he yelled, “YOOO-NAAA!”
After another five seconds of fruitless searching, however, the referee was starting to inwardly panic as he prepared to phone in the Coast Guard for a search and rescue. He waded out a little further, the water up to his stomach now, and he emptied his lungs in a final, futile shout.
“YOOOOOO-NAAARRRRRRGGGGRRRRRGGGLLLLGGLLLL...!”
The woman in question chose that moment to resurface, explosively breaching through the surface of the water not even six inches in front Craig’s face. Startled by Yoona’s impromptu imitation of the good ship Red October, Long stumbled backwards and fell completely into the surf, receiving a mouthful of briny sea water and an unpleasant electric shock as his equipment shorted out. A hand caught the back of his collar and roughly yanked him upright a second later, bringing him face-to-face with Park who was practically incandescent with hateful fury and menace.
“Are -- are you o -- o -- o -- kay?” Craig sputtered, but Yoona turned away from him without a second glance and started slogging back towards the beach, her hands tightly balled into fists at her sides, her wet hair matted to her face, and her countenance wearing the grim expression of someone wielding the executioner’s blade.
When she spoke, however, her tone was cordial, placid, and all the more ominous.
“You have many names, Adelaide Brewster. Weeping Angel... Daughter of Darkness… Queen of Nightmares...”
Adelaide snarled in response, and she forced herself to her feet while Yoona continued to stalk closer at a slow, deliberate pace. Her injured midsection forced her to stay hunched over with one arm swaddled around her midsection, however, a perilous predicament that put her on the defensive against one of the most dangerous and violent strikers in the federation.
For the moment though, the Korean seemed content to pontificate, veering off to the side and walking in a circle around her opponent just out of arm’s reach as she continued to talk.
“Like you, I, too, have many names. Unlike you, I did not earn my sobriquets on a stage so grand or under lights so bright, so I understand if you are unaware. That being the case, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Yoona Park…”
Her own name was still on her lips when Yoona broke off her circling and dashed towards Adelaide on a tangent. She lunged left, and when Brewster matched that movement with a shift in defensive position, Park pushed off her plant leg and cut back in the opposite direction. The Churchgoer’s battered core didn’t allow her to keep up, and she was left wide open when Yoona planted the other leg, leapt into the air, and smashed a Superman Punch into the left side of her jaw on the way down.
SUPERMAN PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcKHpuRU3XU
“...and at the beginning, they called me Fist of Legend.”
Laid out on her face and with her head swimming, Adelaide spat blood onto the sand then grit her teeth to prepare herself for whatever tortures her opponent would inflict next. To her surprise, Park only followed up her assault with words as she continued to walk and talk.
“Soon, I had learned to do more than punch. After that, they called me Bene Gesserit, the First and the Last…”
Enraged by the Korean's arrogant prattling, Adelaide threw herself at her opponent, double vision and injured abdomen be damned.
“...I was nowhere…”
Yoona deftly sidestepped the tackle attempt, and when Brewster pivoted around, roared, and charged for a Lariat, Park bent over backwards at the waist to safely limbo underneath her outstretched arm. Carried by the momentum of her whiff, the Churchgoer stumbled and fell to one knee, and a split second later Yoona’s shin slammed into her right temple, courtesy of a ruthless Buzzsaw Kick from behind.
“...I was everywhere.”
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JXZ0FjghTk
The Queen of Nightmares toppled over onto her back, eyes rolled back in her head as an unintelligible croak escaped her lips. Even though it wasn't clear if Adelaide was still conscious at all, Park mounted Brewster’s hips, hooking a grapevine on one leg while raising the other one up at a ninety degree angle and hugging it to her chest. Miles away, a dull roar of “SNU SNU!” reverberated throughout the FAWN Arena, as it always did whenever it seemed like the nymphomaniac Korean might lock in her dreaded Wishbone crotch grind.
“I outgrew even the gifts of the Spice, so finally, they called me Maestro, every strike and every hold a work of virtuoso artistry harkening back to the Age of Romantics...”
Whereas Yoona had forgone the sexual debauchery earlier in the evening in favor of dishing out pain, now she put those tawdry instincts on full display. She grabbed a handful of sand and shoved it inside Brewster’s trunks, smearing those coarse, abrasive grains against the Churchgoer’s bare undercarriage. Then Park laid forward -- stretching Adelaide’s leg until her toes were buried in the beach a few inches above her head -- and started up that slow, salacious groin-to-groin grind that had reduced countless enemies and lovers alike to wet, whimpering wrecks.
“...I flowed like Liszt…”
Despite her senses still being fogged by a concussive daze, the Queen of Nightmares shrieked long and loud, a scream transforming into a moan and then back to a scream. She had suffered in Yoona’s stretches before, but now she discovered that the vertical Wishbone was its own special kind of Hell. Combined with the handful of sand wreaking havoc on the tender flesh of her womanhood even as her hips took on a mind of their own and moved in syncopated rhythm with Park’s, Adelaide was so overwhelmed by that potent cocktail of agony and ecstasy that dark spots started appearing in her vision. The Daughter of Darkness seemed to be heading for an ignominious end, but she was saved by Craig Long calling out “FOURTEEN!”
Yoona didn’t seem too flustered though, and indeed it all seemed to be part of her plan.
“...and I crashed like Wagner.”
She entwined one hand in the Churchgoer’s locks, while with her other hand she grabbed Adelaide’s ankle and viciously smashed that captured limb into Brewster’s face. Park managed to force the Queen of Nightmares to kick herself in the head one, two, three, four times before the official’s count reached the twenty second limit and the Korean dismounted. Yoona knelt down next to the top of Adelaide’s head, knees framing her opponent’s face and her bottom just a couple of hand-lengths away from a fight-ending Reverse Face Sit, but it seemed that Park wanted to speak rather than smother.
“Yes indeed, I have been called many things, and yet I am none of them. Not on this beach. Not tonight. Just like you are not the Weeping Angel, nor the Daughter of Darkness, nor the Queen of Nightmares. That was all in a different place and a different time.”
Yoona gently brushed a few stray hairs out of Adelaide’s face as Brewster continued to defiantly murmur the mantra of the Church of Eternal Midnight, eyelids rapidly fluttering and the rest of her body laid out limp and lifeless.
“Here... now...”
She firmly palmed Adelaide’s head with both hands and smiled, an ugly and twisted thing that was wholly incongruent with her otherwise pristine features.
“...I am the Reaper, and you’re already dead.”
Pressing down with the full weight of her upper body, Yoona drove her opponent’s head deeper and deeper into the soft sand. Within a few seconds, the Churchgoer’s nose and mouth were buried completely, her body jerking and twitching as air was suddenly in short supply. Perhaps another eight seconds later, Brewster went deathly still and Craig Long didn’t even bother to finish his count or perform an arm check. He simply hustled across the sand -- wet shoes squeaking with every step -- grabbed one of Park’s wrists, and raised her arm in victory, hoping and praying that would be enough to get her to relent.
At least one deity must have been listening, because Yoona stood up without any fuss, her expression suddenly turning from unreadably neutral to worn and weary as she locked gazes with the referee. The man held up her hand for scarcely a second before he let go, dropped down to a crouch, and pulled Adelaide from the sand, lest the Churchgoer suffocate.
Park watched the official tend to her vanquished opponent, now wracked by a fit of hacking coughs, then she turned and walked away without a word as the video feed cut out.
“Yoona!”
Park snapped to, realized Long had been talking to her.
“Sorry,” she said. “I was thinking about what sort of limerick I’m gonna write on this bytch’s cast. You were saying?”
YOONA PARK
Craig refrained from rolling his eyes. “Reminding you of the rules. No pin-falls. Knockouts and submissions will earn you a victory, however, because of your, how do I put this--”
“Fundamental hatred.” Brewster said dryly.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER
“Because of your deep mutual dislike, submission holds, particularly joint-locks and anything else I deem capable of causing lasting injury, will have a twenty second window. Meaning if the hold is in place for twenty seconds and your opponent has not surrendered, you’ll need to break the hold.”
Yoona snorted in disgust.
“You get the Church’s legal team to get that put in for you, bytch?” she asked Adelaide. “Sounds like the kind of cowardly pussy-ass shyt you’d need to save your--”
“Remember ‘Mania, tramp?” the Queen of Nightmares cooed. “I didn’t need twenty seconds to make you--”
‘Beg’ was on her lips when Yoona darted around Craig like a cool breeze and raced at her opponent. Crossing the sand in the blink of an eye, Park sprang off her left foot and pistoned the right straight at Brewster’s chin-NO!
Adelaide caught her ankle in both hands, stepped back and yanked up, forcing Yoona to balance precariously on her plant foot. Her smile full of embers in the dying light, Brewster leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss on the Korean’s big toe.
“So dangerous,” the brunette sighed. “So damaged. So disgustingly fragile.”
She tossed the trapped limb down, stormed forward and THWHUMPED a Kneelift deep into the plank of her foe’s stomach. Park grunted, doubled over and muttered a curse when Adelaide caught her in a rough Front Facelock. Quick to snatch a handful of the other brunette’s waistband, Brewster dipped her knees and popped her hips to take her burden up, over and down with a Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qmz3pONgsW8
The THWHAP of body on sand brought back fond memories for Park even as she soaked up the heavy impact. Alas she didn’t get much time to appreciate said remembrances as Adelaide maintained her hooks and rolled them over onto their stomachs before scrambling back to verticality. Feet already set, she dipped low, stopped short when Yoona hooked a leg around her own. Adelaide snarled, let loose of Park’s bottoms and pounded a trio of clubbing overhand smashes across her upper back.
“Resist all you want, you pathetic fraud,” she spat at the curve of her rival’s back. “In the end we both know you’ll give me exactly what I waNNNNGGGHHH!”
Yoona’s left leg whipped back, over and forward, lashing out like a scorpion’s tail to THWHACK a kick into Brewster’s forehead! Adelaide’s head snapped back, her control over Park’s noggin fading to uselessness. It would’ve been nothing at all for the Snarky Striker to pull away from her foe’s clutches, but Park did no such thing. Instead she stayed doubled over and wrapped her arms around the other brunette’s waist. Then she dug in her heels and popped her hips to THWHUMP Adelaide against the beach with a perfect Northern Lights Suplex!
Her execution was so good Craig felt bad that he couldn’t make a count, but it didn’t seem to bother Park at all because she promptly floated over, set her feet and dragged Adelaide right up alongside. Then she got low and planted her prey in the sand with her second Northern Lights in all less than ten seconds!
ROLLING NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HO47C9J7luo
Still didn’t make pins valid, not that this trivial detail kept Yoona from floating over again. Leaving Brewster sprawled on the sand as she rose, Park leaned down and flipped her nemesis the bird, then took to the skies in a high leap that ended with her STUFFING both heels into Brewster’s midsection in a Double Foot Stomp!
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kA1SLKj__fE
“UUUNNNNGGGH!” Adelaide sat up and quickly tumbled to one side, the Weeping Angel holding both arms snug to her aching midsection.
Beside her, Park dug her toes into the sand and kicked her foot back, sending a gritty spray across her gasping opposition.
“You’re in my world now, bytch,” Yoona rounded on the breathless brunette, nudged her onto her back and planted a foot snug atop her chest. “No ropes to crawl to, no quick three counts to end the suffering, just me kicking your miserable ass until you’re begging for me to stoAAARRRHHHHH F*CK!”
The Weeping Angel grabbed Park’s encroaching ankle, sat up and sank her teeth into the side of Yoona’s foot! Completely off balance thanks to the awkward positioning, the black-clad warrior could only hop and swipe at Brewster’s head even as the Churchgoer continued to gnaw! Working her way to a crouch as she made a meal of her foe’s tootsies, Adelaide suddenly yanked up on Park’s captured foot while simultaneously lashing out with a sweep that took Yoona’s plant foot out from under neat as you please. Park landed hard and ugly, the limber battler THWHUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders like she’d just absorbed a particularly steep Powerbomb.
Beside her, Brewster caught her breath and tucked some loose hair behind her ears.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, chattel?” Adelaide sneered as she buried a hand in Yoona’s hair and started hauling her off the sand. “There is no arena you can claim, no stipulation you can choose that will give you an advantage over me. Because I see through all your bullshyt, Yoona Park. And without that a fatted calf awaiting slaughNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Yoona drilled the point of her elbow into Brewster’s belly, pulled free of the hair pull and helped herself to one of her own before CRAAACKING the other brunette with a savage slap across the mouth.
“YOU? You’re accusing ME of bullshyt? I’m not the one who pretends to be a vampAAAAAAWWWW BYTCH!”
The Queen of Nightmares stamped on her foe’s foot, doubling Yoona over in an instant. Noting the gift of Park’s bowed skull, Adelaide brought her right leg straight up, then snapped it down to THWHAP a quick Axe Kick against the back of Yoona’s head. The blow actually straightened Park up rather than drop her to all fours, which proved problematic as Brewster immediately reared back and THWHACKED her across the jaw with a huge Forearm Smash!
AXE & SMASH @ 2:52
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvoYfVvuZ0Y
Yoona spun away from the blow but still didn’t go down, so Adelaide pounced on her back and yanked the striker’s arms over her head in a brawny Full Nelson. Wrapping her legs around Park’s waist even as she dropped to the sand, Brewster treated the beach fighter to a mean squeeeeeeeeeeeeze and pressed down on the Nelson so Yoona’s chin was almost in her own décolletage.
“Yes Yoona, I see right through you,” Adelaide cooed in the other woman’s ear. “And by the time I’m done, so will everyone else.”
Huffing hard against the other brunette’s constricting thighs, Park pushed her feet against the sand and arched her spine to force Adelaide’s shoulders onto the ground. With pins not being a valid means of victory, the Queen of Nightmares didn’t have to worry about being counted down for a one-two-three, but their new position did give Yoona the leverage to work a counter-hold. She wrapped her ankles over the top of Brewster’s crossed legs and bore down hard to squeeze the Churchgoer’s fleshy calf against the hard ridge of her own shinbone.
The sharp, sudden cramp in her leg distracted Adelaide for just a moment, and that was all Park needed to slip her left arm out of the Full Nelson. In the blink of an eye, she fired a couple of elbows backwards into her opponent’s ribs, and when that freed her right arm as well, Yoona threw her head backwards to thonk her skull right into the bridge of Brewster’s nose. The Headbutt finally loosened Adelaide’s Bodyscissor with the referee’s count at “SEVEN!” and with her nemesis in a daze, Park scrambled out into a kneeling position, drew back her right arm, and brought it down in a vertical, stiff-fingered stab aimed at the center of Brewster’s throat.
Fortunately for the Daughter of Darkness, her instincts were on point and she rolled to the side in the nick of time. The brutal Throat Stab hit nothing but sand as Yoona buried her hand all the way up to the wrist, then a heartbeat later Adelaide lashed out with a wild kick that impacted against her flank and sent her rolling away. Even so, the Korean came out of the tumble in a tensed crouch, and when Brewster came charging forward a second later to press the offensive, she found herself greeted by a stiff Knee Strike to the solar plexus when Park sprung to a stand and powered her right knee forward and up.
The Churchgoer started crumpling to the sand after having the air explosively driven from her lungs, but her opponent stalled her descent by catching her in a Three Quarters Facelock. The pair of wrestlers weren’t vertical for long, however, as Yoona kicked out her legs in front and laid out on the ground. Brewster was pulled along for a short fall with a very rough landing, her teeth clacking hard when gravity and inertia slammed the bottom of her jaw against the point of Park’s right shoulder.
ACE CRUSHER:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=o_Tjt9Amhg4
Following the impact of the Ace Crusher, Yoona maintained her grips around Adelaide’s head, and muscled both of them into a half roll that left herself facedown and her opponent face up. Park deftly transitioned into a Reverse Facelock by tucking Brewster’s throat under her right armpit, then she rose up to sit on her haunches with the Daughter of Darkness stretched out in front of her in a sort of kneeling Dragon Sleeper. With Craig Long already a quarter of the way through his twenty-count, Adelaide wasn’t in much danger of getting choked out, though Yoona made up for it by thrashing back and forth in an attempt to rip her head off her shoulders. When Craig’s count reached “SEVENTEEN!” the Korean forced both wrestlers to a stand, then with a loud snarl she twisted her hips and released the Reverse Facelock to fling her opponent away.
Brewster made a relatively soft landing in the sand, and she instinctively clasped both hands around the back of her neck as she laid on her stomach. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Park surge forward and take to the air once more, and she quickly made a half roll underneath the airborne wrestler. As a result, Yoona overshot her target with her second attempt at a Double Foot Stomp and she landed in the sand with Adelaide lying face up just behind her. Borrowing another favorite from Camille’s playbook, Park immediately launched herself into a backflip, though instead of coming down with the belly-to-belly impact of a typical Moonsault that her girlfriend favored, Yoona tucked herself into a ball and came down knees-first onto Adelaide’s gut.
STANDING MOONSAULT KNEE DROP:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag4zGc8ZnZs
The Queen of Nightmares gasped at the impact of the Knee Drop, and in a flash a pair of hands were jammed between her parted lips. Yoona hissed in pain as Adelaide’s jaw clenched and those hated teeth cut into the bare skin on her fingers, but that didn’t stop her from pulling in opposite directions with her hands in an apparent attempt to rip off Brewster’s jaw. It was only Adelaide’s quick reflexes that prevented her from being maimed as she seized her opponent’s wrists in her hands to prevent Yoona from prying her mouth even further open. The Korean was undeterred though, and ignorant to the horrified reaction of the arena full of fans watching on the FAWNtron miles away, Park shifted her position in order to plant her shin across Brewster’s throat and redoubled her efforts to tear the other brunette’s face in half.
“You stupid, stupid cunt,” Yoona spat as she forced Adelaide’s mouth open, millimeter by agonizing millimeter. “You have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. They’re gonna need a --”
“TWENTY!” the referee interrupted. ”Let her go, Yoona!”
Park glared ominously at the man and for a moment it seemed as if she wasn’t going to relent, but soon enough her pride overruled her anger. She wasn’t about to hand Brewster another win by getting disqualified, not after suffering her most galling humiliation in what should have been her finest hour at Mania. Not saying another word, Yoona removed her hands from Adelaide’s maw, gave the Daughter of Darkness a withering, Forget-Me-Not backhanded slap across the face, and allowed the referee to drag her about ten feet away.
Simultaneously livid and appalled, Craig demanded, “You can’t try to maim her like that! What the hell are you --”
Yoona shoved her right hand under the official’s nose, and in the center of her upturned palm was a capsule that contained the Churchgoer’s infamous Red Mist. Once she was certain that Long recognized the sleek little pill for what it was, Park chucked it over her shoulder where it got lost in the dark and the sand.
“I’m doing your job for you, asshole. Last I checked, the referee was supposed to ensure she’s not bringing that shit into every match.”
Long didn’t believe that the Korean wrestler was earnestly a stickler for the rules, though he also couldn’t find it in himself to argue the point since she was technically correct. All he could muster in response was to flatly inform Park that she was bleeding when he noticed the shallow lacerations on her fingers. Eager to bring a pause to the action and let tempers cool for a bit, the referee quickly offered to patch up the flesh wounds with a roll of sterile gauze and tape he carried in his pocket, but Yoona rebuffed him by simply kneeling down, thrusting her hands into the sand, and tightly clenching her fists.
“All fixed,” she snorted as she stood up a few seconds later and showed the official her hands again, a sight which made the man visibly cringe.
Park was of course unconcerned with Craig’s weak stomach, and she brushed past him with nary a glance to resume her assault on Brewster who was just now rising to one knee. The Queen of Nightmares was still tending to her face with one hand clasped around her jaw, although that didn’t prevent her from bringing up both arms just in time to block the massive Double Axehandle Smash that her opponent was about to drop on the crown of her head. Unfortunately, that left her wide open for the follow-up Knee Strike that slammed into her midsection with so much force that the impact lifted her from a crouch to a stand, which put her in the perfect position for Yoona to slip on the Muay Thai clinch and power home another couple of identical strikes in the span of a heartbeat.
The gutshot Churchgoer sank back down to her knees, nearly gagging on the acid and bile that had been churned up from her stomach to the back of her mouth. She managed to choke down the sour and bitter liquid with a Herculean effort even as a fourth consecutive Knee Strike nearly pulverized her floating ribs, and Adelaide knew that she was already at her limits for absorbing punishment to her abdomen. With a strength born of mad desperation, she lunged forward to drive the ball of her right shoulder into Yoona’s hips just as the Korean was queuing up a fifth Knee Strike, and in one motion she popped to a stand to lift her opponent into the air for a brief moment before diving forward, tackling Park to the beach with a move that was equal parts Double Leg Takedown and Spinebuster.
Adelaide had no illusions about the efficacy of her maneuver when it came to damage, especially not in the relatively soft sand, but it did put an end to the barrage of knees and left her in an advantageous position. She quickly relinquished her grip on Yoona’s right leg so she could focus on the left, tucking that foot under her right arm and scissoring the thigh with her calves before practically throwing herself backwards into the sand to put vicious strain on the ligaments and tendons in the ex-ballerina’s ankle.
ACHILLES LOCK:
m.youtube.com/watch?v=afCV2YuGLKY
The effect of the Achilles Lock was immediate as Park let loose a bloodcurdling shriek, seemingly on the verge of surrender for the second straight month despite looking dominant just a few seconds ago. For a moment, Yoona’s brain was flooded with panic as memories of FAWNamania bubbled to the surface. Adelaide seemed to notice too, and she gave another heartless jerk on the captured limb, but the second nauseous splash of pain seemed to galvanize Park rather than cow her into submission. Gritting her teeth and trusting her protective gear to save her tendons from getting snapped like piano wires, Yoona reached down to grip Adelaide’s bare feet and drilled her thumbs into the nerve clusters in the soles.
The Queen of Nightmares was not immune to the effects of Park’s game of Footsie, as evidenced by her agonized howl, but she had similarly demonstrated the willpower to resist the nerve hold. By now Adelaide fully understood that the pressure point attack was excruciating but not harmful, thus she resolved to bear the pain in order to leave Yoona walking on crutches for the third time in as many months. Her plan was foiled shortly afterwards by the referee, however, as Craig had once again reached the end of his twenty-count and demanded that both wrestlers relent on their respective tortures, lest one or both of them be disqualified, fined, and suspended.
Once the pair of wrestlers were untangled, Brewster dragged herself backwards on her hands and began massaging away that burning electric shock that ran from her toes to her hip. As that vile sensation gradually faded, Adelaide was sure that her opponent would still be on the ground clutching her foot and whimpering, or limping around at best, so it rankled her greatly to see that the Korean was already up and pacing in the sand, seemingly right as rain. A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of her throat as she realized that the soft sand was much less punishing on the joints than the relatively unforgiving plywood and canvas of the ring, largely neutralizing Park’s greatest weakness.
Determined to not let her hated opponent appear strong for even a moment, Adelaide mentally pushed her aches and pains to the side and clambered to her feet.
Breathing more or less normal after their last manic tangle, Yoona made to call the other brunette forward when a slow, knowing smile crept over the freak’s mouth. Not liking that expression one bit, Park squared up in case of a blindside attack but she didn’t take her eyes off Brewster.
Instead she called out to Craig, “We got anybody looking to crash this party?”
Craig scanned the beach in both directions, was relieved to find it as empty as it was ten minutes ago. “Just us, Yoona. Why?”
“Because this asshole is smiling like she’s got a plan,” the Korean noted as started toward Adelaide in a slowly tightening circle.
Brewster circled with her, the Weeping Angel seemingly unconcerned with Yoona’s accusation of Church interference.
“Since when do I need an extra set of hands to render you a blubbering quitter?” Adelaide cooed. “Shyt, you’ll search out any and every possible excuse, won’t--” Park shut her up by raising her right hand high overhead, an unmistakable challenge. Brewster regarded her with narrowed eyes. “You don’t have the guts,” she said. “You’ll throw a knee or a Headbutt the instant your legs start to tremble.”
“Who’s looking for excuses now?” Yoona asked quietly.
The Queen of Nightmares answered with action, crossing the sand in three brisk steps to ‘smack’ a hand against her opponent’s waiting palm. Halfway there, Park raised her other hand, then laced her fingers between Adelaide’s when the true believer reciprocated. Just like that the Test was on, both women surging against her rival as they sought to impose will on the hated other. They could’ve been statues for the first thirty seconds or so. Only the subtle trembling in their biceps, shoulders, glutes and calves confirmed the wrestlers were flesh and blood and not some artist’s interpretation of primal conflict.
When the stalemate broke, it went quickly. And not in Yoona’s favor.
One second they were deadlocked, the next Brewster was up on tiptoe and rolling the Korean’s hands backward over her own wrists. Park grit her teeth and pushed back against the encroachment, but Adelaide had leverage on her side now and she slowly but surely forced Yoona to one knee… and then the over. With Park playing penitent, Brewster took the test from midnight to six, a shift that allowed her to put even more torque on the kneeling woman’s wrists.
“Submit,” Adelaide demanded after she’d forced a low whine from Yoona’s lips. “Tell everyone it’s over before I break your--”
“Twenty!” Craig interrupted. “Let her go, Adel--”
“Don’t you f*cking dare.” Park growled from her spot on the sand. “This doesn’t end until I put this bytch on the sanDEERRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide bared her teeth and wrenched upward, the Weeping Angel looking for all the world as if she meant to make Park tap out in the world’s most intense game of mercy.
With Yoona’s wrists inching closer and closer to her forearms, Brewster snarled, “Enough of your goddamned mouth. If you won’t submit, I’ll let the EMT’s do it for--”
Yoona bellowed in rage and pain, the sheer volume of it enough to throw Adelaide off balance for an instant. That opening was just what Yoona needed to wrest the Test back up over her head. The pain in her wrists improved quite a bit and she made it to one knee before Brewster could clamp down again. Distressingly aware that she’d burn through a metric f*ck ton of her reserves trying to win a straight up power game against the Churchgoer, Park silenced the worry with another Sammain-esque war cry as she slowly regained her feet. Managing a smile as she watched the disbelief blossom in Adelaide’s dark eyes, Yoona abruptly wrenched their arms down to shoulder level and shifted her stance so that one foot was planted behind her foe.
Snugged in chest to chest, Park let her lips brush against Brewster’s ear as she murmured, “I own this beach. And I own you.”
Then she pressed forward with all her might, forcing Adelaide backward into a slowly deepening arch rather than didn’t stop until the crown of her skull reached the sand.
“Pretty solid for a greasy slice of bikini meat,” Yoona teased after Brewster had endured the bridge for the better part of fifteen seconds. “Think those tender little abs of yours can take some more pressure?”
Adelaide couldn’t move her head for fear of breaking the bridge, so she growled, “More pressure? You mean there was some earliOOFFFFHHHHHH!”
The Snarky Striker vaulted into a flawless handstand, then swung down and in to land with her shins and knees astride the Churchgoer’s washboard tummy. Brewster shuddered and the bridge sagged noticeably, but damned if she didn’t arch up again even if Park’s weight bearing down. Opting to use this moment of control to catch her breath, Yoona flipped hair off her face, then looked down and made a point of digging her knees into those vulnerable abs.
“You can’t keep this up, cunt. Give it up before I leave your guts strewn all over the sand.”
“Do I LOOK tired, buttercup?” Brewster spat. “If you’ve got another trick up those slutty sleeves I’d give it a try, because this shut isn’t getting it OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Park repeated her earlier handstand Knee Drop, putting even more force behind the second attempt. It hit just as true as the first, but Adelaide’s bridge firmed up almost immediately.
“News flash, idiot,” Brewster taunted. “You’re not strong enough to make me--”
The Korean floated into a third handstand but this time Adelaide kicked her feet up so when Yoona descended she landed with her thighs on the Churchgoer’s feet. Compressed into an involuntary crunch with the other brunette’s weight bearing down on her, Brewster let loose with a roar of her own and pistoned her legs out to send Park rocketing back the way she’d come.
Still linked to Brewster via the Knuckle-Lock, Yoona landed on her feet with relative ease, but the tether meant Adelaide got peeled off the sand and landed directly in front of her nemesis. Tired of the game just like that, Yoona planted on her left foot and drew back the right for a-- the Weeping Angel darted forward and ‘FWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of that noxious Red Mist directly into Park’s eyes!
Yoona screamed and clawed at her face, the stunned battler unaware of anything save for the arterial crimson that made up her world at the mom--”UNGH!” Adelaide caught her across the back of the neck, hopped into the air and wedged her right knee against Park’s face just in time for gravity to return her to the sand with a soft thump! The THWONK of knee on jaw was far less pleasant, though Park’s fans took solace in the fact that the Single Knee Facebreaker only set their heroine to reeling instead of knocking her into the sand.
SINGLE KNEE FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmSrQHAVelY
Of course Adelaide was less than enamored of the Korean’s resilience, so she scrambled to verticality and dimmed Park’s lights with a shotgun-blast of a right hand. Yoona’s head snapped to the side and her knees went loose but Adelaide didn’t let her fall. Rather she leaned sideways and coiled her arms around Park’s waist in a quick Gutwrench. From there she spun Park 180 degrees, those dangerous legs of hers temporarily useless as they framed Brewster’s leering face.
Careful to make sure she was facing the cameraman, Adelaide winked and said, “You can thank me later, Cosworth.”
With that she hoisted Yoona up so she was parallel to the sand, then dropped backward and tucked her knees in tight to ensure the other brunette THWHUMPED down chest-first atop those bony daggers!
MIDNIGHT SYNDICATE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpWJOezl8WM
Bounced to a breathless, agonized seat after her visit from the Midnight Syndicate, Park somehow found the voice to sob when Brewster climbed into her lap and wrapped her arms around Yoona’s biceps. Hands locked, the Queen of Nightmares slid her coil down to keep Park’s arms trapped while increasing the pressure on the Bear Hug.
“You’ve got some red on you,” Adelaide purred in reference to the splatter of mist on her prey’s face. “Here, I can help.”
She leaned in and liccccccccked Park from chin to temple, Brewster clearly savoring every bit of her opponent’s squirming disgust.
Shifting and straining against the constricting Bear Hug to no avail, Yoona flexed her wrists and dug her fingernails deep into the bare skin on Adelaide’s back, just above the kidneys. Brewster hissed sharply, then sent another pulse through her arms to ramp up the pressure on the Korean’s torso, eliciting a tortured gasp, though it did nothing to loosen Park’s talons. The mutual punishment continued until Craig reached the end of his twenty-count, but when the referee tried to untangle the pair of wrestlers, Yoona grunted a defiant “FUCK OFF!” and insisted on extricating herself from the hold.
“Nothing but doomed bravado, chattel,” Adelaide whispered. “You and I both knnnNNNRRRRGGGHH!”
The Churchgoer paid the price for leaning in too close when her opponent took a page from her book and chomped down on the bridge of her nose. All thoughts of squeezing out Park abandoned in favor of preventing her face from being disfigured, Brewster released her Bear Hug to palm the Korean’s head with both hands and shoved her way free. Adelaide stumbled to her feet with her hands protectively cupping her face, but despite being nearly squeezed out a few moments prior, Yoona was also upright just a moment later.
Park closed the distance with three great strides, then she took to the air with a Flying Knee aimed at Brewster’s chin. The Daughter of Darkness brought her arms down from her face just in time to stop Yoona’s left knee from smashing into her jaw, but she had neglected to account for the right. Months of plyometric training at Camille’s insistence had bolstered Park’s leaping ability, and while she lacked the freak-of-genetics athleticism to truly explode off the ground like Cosworth, Yoona still got more than enough air-time to throw a second knee off the same jump as she swung her posted right leg forward and up, slamming the bony joint into Adelaide’s left ear.
V-TRIGGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E20KfGuYUI0
Caught flush by the second half of Park’s V-Trigger, Brewster drunkenly stumbled backwards a couple of steps before she pitched forward. She might have landed face-first in the sand if her opponent hadn’t caught her in a tight Front Facelock, and a moment later Yoona grabbed a handful of her trunks and hoisted the Queen of Nightmares upside down and vertical with a grunt of effort. Park held her opponent in the Delayed Suplex position for a few seconds, perhaps to show off more of her gains in the weight room, then she dropped Brewster back down in front of her while laying out in the sand and curling her legs to her chest.
VERTICAL SUPLEX GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFb8wAxr--E
Adelaide suffered a brief fall with a very rough landing, as her much-abused abdomen smashed across the hard ridges of her opponent’s shins. The Churchgoer bounced once and flopped to the sand in a fetal position on her right side, arms swaddled around her blasted midsection, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth frozen in a silent howl of anguish.
A couple of feet away, Yoona laid on her back, arms and legs stretched out in spreadeagle. She craned her neck and lifted her head a few inches off the ground to get eyes on her opponent, and once she was sure that Adelaide wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, she let her head drop back down to the sand and looked upwards at the rapidly darkening twilight sky. Resting and recovering her reserves as much as Craig Long would allow, Park focused on her breathing as she milked the referee’s count all the way down to the last second.
When she finally got to her feet, the Queen of Nightmares was still on hands and knees, so Yoona rushed forward and delivered a savage Soccer Punt to the face that bloodied Adelaide’s lips. Brewster’s head snapped upwards and the rest of her body did a half-roll as she fell to the beach on her back. This time, however, Park didn’t give any quarter, and she quickly hauled the dazed Churchgoer to a sitting position with a couple handfuls of hair. Settling into a seat behind her opponent, Yoona wrapped her dancer’s legs around Adelaide’s slender waist and clamped down on the Bodyscissors as hard as she could.
The crushing pressure on Brewster’s tenderized belly immediately wiped away any lingering wooziness from the kick to the head, replacing it instead with a sudden wave of nausea as her intestines were forcibly rearranged. The Daughter of Darkness retained enough of her senses to immediately reach for her opponent’s feet that were stretched out in front of her, seeking to mangle those delicate and oh-so-sensitive toes in her hand in order to convince Park to relinquish the Bodyscissors or perhaps even force an outright surrender. Adelaide was just a hair too slow though, as the Korean quickly shifted her legs into a Figure Four configuration, tucking her left foot into the crook of her right knee and then folding her right shin underneath her right thigh, effectively shielding her feet while also ramping up the squeeze.
“Your call, fuckface,” Yoona murmured, her voice low and full of menace. “Submit now and I’ll only rip your guts out. Keep it up and I’ll snap your neck.”
The Churchgoer didn’t respond verbally, not that she could even if she’d wanted to. Instead she gritted her teeth, reached back with her right arm, grabbed a handful of her opponent’s jet-black locks, and gave a couple of hard yanks. Adelaide quickly came to regret that decision, however, when Yoona trapped that same arm under her own left armpit and leaned back into an Abdominal Stretch.
SCISSORED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaCVwSc0OJY
Caught in the unenviable position of having her already battered muscles simultaneously pulled and crushed, Brewster pounded her left fist into the sand to steel herself against Park’s combination hold, then immediately shook her head at the referee, lest her actions be seen as a gesture of surrender.
Yoona noted the continued defiance with a loud, angry growl. While she normally preferred working the Abdominal Stretch because the hold afforded her plenty of opportunity to grope and fondle her opponents -- to which both Babe Babcock and Dominique Daly could attest -- at the moment it was rage, not lust, in Park’s eyes. She joined her hands together in an S-grip on the left side of Brewster’s neck and cranked back as hard as she could, finally drawing an anguished screech from the Queen of Nightmares as she tried to make good on her earlier threat.
With Craig Long still eight agonizing seconds away from his twenty second limit on submission holds, Adelaide had to find her own way out. Still howling in misery, Brewster unfurled her left fist into a stiff-fingered spade and blindly stabbed it over and over again over her right shoulder, hoping to hit pay dirt. The first few attempts scored a couple of scratches on the Korean’s cheek, nothing more than a mild annoyance, but the third time was the charm as her fingers gouged deep into Park’s left eye socket.
Yoona fell back into the sand with a bloodcurdling scream, her hands shooting to her face and her legs uncoiling as her hold was finally broken. Meanwhile, Adelaide allowed herself a single sob of relief before she went on the counter-offensive. She stumbled to her feet, fighting against those horrible, debilitating cramps in her abdominal muscles the whole way, and with a teeth-gnashing effort she hauled her opponent upright as well. Park was still wailing and keening with her hands clasped over her injured eye, so she literally did not see it coming when Brewster lashed out with a hateful Snap Kick that split her thighs and pulverized her groin.
The ex-ballerina’s high-pitched shrieking immediately transformed into a low, guttural moan as she doubled over and her hands moved from her face to her crotch. The Daughter of Darkness took the opportunity to seize one of her wrists, reeled her in by the captured limb, and smashed her directly across the front of the neck with a vicious clothesline.
RIPCORD LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrT_s5tnWos
Sent flipping head over heels by the force of the Ripcord Lariat, Yoona twirled through the air before landing on the crown of her skull, perhaps spared several fractured vertebrae by the relatively soft sand. Thankfully for Park and her fans, the wicked maneuver seemed to take a toll on Adelaide too, as the strain on her devastated core finally became too much to bear and forced her to collapse in a heap just a couple of feet away from her opponent.
Picking his way through the human rubble strewn across this small section of beach, Craig Long checked on both his charges, murmuring first to Park and then to Brewster to make sure each woman wanted to continue. Treated to a double affirmative, the official moved to a clear spot between the battered brunettes and began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Adelaide braced her hands against the beach and pushed up, stifling a moan in the process. Elsewhere, Yoona slopped onto her back and sat up halfway, one arm cradled tight against the back of her neck.
“FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…”
Park caught sight of Brewster, pushed to her knees and slashed a quick line in the sand before her.
“Crawl on over here, f*ckface,” she challenged. “Unless you’re about to turn tail and run. Then I’ll give you a five second head start before I run your ass down.”
The Queen of Nightmares rocked back on her haunches, flipped the hair out of her eyes and fixed Long with a baleful
stare, ensuring he stopped the count dead in its tracks.
Thus satisfied she focused on Park and observed, “Still so insolent for a girl with tear tracks cutting through the blood on her face. Am I to understand that you’re inviting me in, so to speak?”
Yoona knee-walked back from the beachy demarcation, leaned forward and swept her arms out in a wide, disingenuous bow. “The door’s wide open you gutless bytch.”
Adelaide didn’t need to be told twice, she dropped to all fours and closed the distance fast, her movements far
more feline than Park would’ve suspected. Coiling back on herself as the other brunette rose up to engage, Yoona lunged forward with an Uppercut locked and loaded only to earn a stern rebuke in the form of a fistful of sand the
Churchgoer flung in her eyes! Now Yoona’d spent the formative years of her combat career in the crucible of West Coast Beach Fighting and she was no stranger to such a tactic but it still stung like a mad bastard, especially on the heels of that goddamned mist!
“CHEAP F*CK!” the Snarky Striker screamed as she desperately scraped at the crimson grime caking her features.
“I’M GONNA FEED YOU YOUR TEETH ONE AT A TIMMOOOOOFFFFFHHHHHHHH!”
Adelaide came in like a bull looking to gore and that’s sure as hell what it felt like to Yoona when the other woman
THWHUMPED the crown of her skull into the pit of Park’s stomach. Give her credit, Yoona actually tried to catch a Front Facelock as she doubled over, but her grip was non-existent and Adelaide straightened up so fast she drilled her foe’s chin with the back of her head! Yoona reeled, went to cup her jaw, let loose a muffled curse when the True Believer snatched her left wrist and folded it back over her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlock. Park had been in the ring with Brewster enough to know damned well what that meant, however knowing a thing was coming didn’t mean you could prevent it, as countless Time Travelers had already learned, and Park discovered when Adelaide’s right fist SLAMMED into the curve of Yoona’s left breast.
Contrary to popular belief, the Heart Punch didn’t actually stop the victim’s heart, but oxygen was definitely a
precious commodity in the aftermath of its landing. And it only got more scarce as the Weeping Angel reloaded for a second and then a third, Brewster making a point to add a spiteful corkscrew twist to the last leg of her trifecta. Silenced by a scream far too large to escape her throat, Park made a single drunken lunge for her tormentor that transformed into a sandy, sawed-off Flair Flop as she careened into the sand.
Delighted by the sight of the arrogant exotique laid before her like so much flotsam and jetsam, Adelaide deigned to actually look at the referee as she said, “Ask her. Ask everyone’s favorite glass-boned little harlot if she’d had enough fun on the sand for one evening.”
Not quite sure how much say Yoona had in the matter at the moment, Craig knelt beside Park and laid a hand on her
shoulder. Knowing it was bad when she didn’t immediately swat it away, he asked, “Can you continue, Yoona?”
Nothing but the sound of the surf for five seconds. Long was about to repeat the query when Yoona curled one hand
into a fist and gave him the thumbs up.
“I’m still in this,” she whispered. “Bytch isn’t gonna put a stake through my heart that easYYYUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Always ready for defiance when it came to Yoona Park, Adelaide scrambled to her feet, moved around opposite the
official and forced him to dive away from the action when she came down with both knees THUMPING the small of her prey’s back! Yoona cried out and Adelaide did too, apparently even a jolt of her own devising was tough on her traumatized tummy. Nausea be damned, Brewster slid into a seat just above Park’s butt, grabbed her by the elbows and wrenched her arms back so she could hook them over the strong planes of her thighs. Mind reeling at the prospect of twenty long seconds to torture Yoona in whichever fashion she saw fit, the Daughter of Darkness cupped her hands under Park’s chin for a traditional Camel Clutch, only to slip in two, then THREE fingers on each side! Looking for all the world like she meant to give Yoona an honest-to-God Cenobite smile, Brewster worked
the Fishhook until ‘FIFTEEN!’ then drove opposing face into the sand and scrubbed it back n’ forth once, twice, thrice!
On her feet with Long’s count ended before the requisite breaking point, Adelaide took stock of her handiwork,
liked the feel of what she’d done to the Korean’s back and piled on by dropping all of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds elbow-first into Yoona’s lower back. Park jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire and it only got worse when the Churchgoer resumed her mount, albeit facing south this time. Leaning forward after a few rough butt bumps to keep Yoona docile, Adelaide grabbed the other brunette’s lower legs, pulled them close and crossed ‘em in a stubby ‘X’ nestled atop the curve of Park’s glutes. This sort of prep was the beginning to any number of holds, yet in this case it proved to be the denouement as Brewster laced her fingers between the Korean’s toes and bore down until her knuckles turned white!
“AAAAAAAWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAWWWD!” Yoona shrieked to the fading sun before stifling it against the crook of her elbow.
Adelaide nodded, squeezed harder and let the ball of her thumbs trail along the sole of her foe’s feet. “Submit, you
bytch.” the Queen of Nightmares demanded as Craig’s count ground ever upward. “Or do I have to hobble you for good?”
Yoona shook her head ‘no’ a gesture lost on most, as it was currently buried in her arms. “Duuuuhhhh…. do your
worst, f*ckface. I’ll be damned if I can’t outlast youAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH SHHIIIIIITTTTTTTT!”
Adelaide carried through on the threat, forcing Park to tug at her own hair to keep from tapping out. Attention
divided between the hell in her feet and the maddeningly slow pace of the ref’s count, Yoona fought back a sob of horror when Adelaide released at ‘FIFTEEN!’ once more, presumably denying her opponent the respite she so richly deserved. Indeed Adelaide was quick to fill her hands with Park’s hair, though she took her time peeling the crippled kickboxer off the ground. First to her hands and knees. Then to all fours. Finally a slow motion ascent to verticality, Adelaide making sure to draaaaaaaaaag Yoona’s face along her thigh, belly and chest before --
“NNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Yoona made Adelaide feel her pain courtesy a savage stamp to the Churchgoer’s exposed toes! Following that with a
short shove, Park bellowed loud enough for rage to overwhelm agony just long enough to hop up and THWHACK her right foot upside Adelaide’s head. Knees unhinged by the lightning bolt strike, Brewster spun away in a sloppy half
circle and crashed down on her face while Yoona landed on her stomach and promptly curled into a ball to nurse her mangled feet.
She checked on her leg sleeves, then tugged them up a little higher so that the stirrups at the bottom would provide just a bit more soothing compression on the scorched soles of her feet. Thinking about the cool bucket of ice and the tender massage that were waiting for her at home blunted the pain even more, enough for her to force herself upright and halt Craig’s count at “SEVEN!” A short distance away, the Queen of Nightmares was groggily pushing onto her haunches, gaze still vacant and unfocused.
Park recognized a sitting duck when she saw one, so she broke into a run, stumbling at first then getting more and more sure-footed with each step towards her hated nemesis. Adelaide snapped to attention at the last second, but by then it was too late. Yoona dipped down and slammed into her like a runaway bus, shoulder against chest and head against head with a bone-jarring CLACK that drew groans from the fans watching in the FAWN Arena miles away.
It was a crude, inelegant blow from a woman whose nimble striking combinations usually flowed with a particularly violent grace, though no one could doubt the efficacy of the maneuver as it left Brewster flat on her back and in a glassy-eyed daze. Park was laid out perpendicular on top of the Churchgoer, exhausted and shaking off the effects of the head-to-head collision herself. Panting and wheezing, she struggled to her feet with just a second to spare to avoid the double count out. Yoona gripped Adelaide under the arms and forced the sagging Daughter of Darkness to stand as well, then she slapped on a tight, grinding Reverse Bear Hug and arched her back to lift Brewster into the air.
Park would never have the brawn to squeeze an opponent in the way of Erika Eisenberg or Cassandra Vale, but for now at least, it didn’t seem to matter. With Adelaide’s normally sturdy midsection already shredded by the Korean’s strikes and stretches, it was nothing short of torture when Yoona thrashed her about and gouged hard knuckles into the vulnerable area just above her navel. She instinctively flailed her arms about, reaching for ropes that were never there, and when she came up empty, Brewster bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold in the submissive wail that was now burbling in the back of her throat.
Just by the slimmest of margins, Adelaide’s willpower outlasted the referee’s count and Yoona unceremoniously dumped her face first into the beach. The agony in her core was so intense that she could hardly move her legs, so Brewster started dragging herself away on her elbows, looking to create some distance while her war-weary opponent was still bent over at the waist with hands on knees gasping for breath. The Daughter of Darkness managed to get maybe five feet of separation before her opponent caught a second wind and came stalking after her, but five feet was all that the Queen of Darkness needed.
As soon as Yoona was in range, Adelaide got to hands and knees then lashed out with a Mule Kick, pistoning her right leg backwards and driving the heel of her foot into the other wrestler’s crotch. Stereo screams of pain rang out, one from the woman who just had her groin smashed, and the other from the woman who just badly strained her own abdominal muscles. Even so, it was a much better position for Brewster than just a moment ago, now that her tormenter was also down on hands and knees, eyes squeezed shut in agony from the sudden Low Blow. Fighting back a pained sob with every movement of her body, Adelaide scrambled as best she could to take position behind the paralyzed Yoona, then she affixed a vicious, two-handed Crotch Claw on the Korean’s unprotected undercarriage.
Park arched her back and shrieked long and loud. She raised an arm, and for just a moment the Churchgoer felt a wave of triumph and relief as it seemed like Yoona was about to surrender, but when the Korean’s hand came down to the sand it was a fist. Yoona used the recoil from her ground punch to get up to one knee, and then pressing her hands against her posted thigh, she powered her way to a full stand. Brewster was still kneeling behind her with the Double Crotch Claw still firmly attached, so Park twisted her body to throw an elbow into the side of Adelaide’s head. Brewster’s grip loosened slightly, though the positioning and leverage was all wrong for Yoona to put any real power into the blow. The Korean tried it again, and then again, but the second and third hits seemed to galvanize the Queen of Nightmares.
Ignoring the caustic burn in her midsection and tapping deeper into her reserves than she had in a long, long time, Adelaide rose to a full stand and lifted her opponent a couple of feet off the ground with the Double Crotch Claw, causing Yoona to howl in agony at the increased pressure on groin. Holding Park aloft by the crotch, Brewster turned and staggered towards the ocean, making it knee-deep in the water after a desperate effort. The Churchgoer twirled in a half circle, then popped her hips and arched backwards to toss the other brunette up and over with a massive Crotchplex.
CROTCHPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_IiTrCbQcM
Yoona did half a flip in midair before belly-flopping into the waters of the Atlantic, earning a shout of “HOLY SHIT!” from the FAWNatics watching on live video, the cameraman capturing the action, and even the referee himself, and a moment later her body was swallowed up by a cresting wave. Meanwhile, Adelaide crawled back to the dry section of the beach and promptly collapsed into a broken, shivering heap, her tortured abdominal muscles evidently having finally given up the ghost after the tremendous strain of the Crotchplex. Despite the spasmodic cramps shooting through her gut, however, she craned her neck around to watch as Craig Long waded waist-deep into the water to search for Park.
“YOOO-NAAAA!” the man shouted, cupping one hand to his mouth to amplify his voice while holding the battery pack to his ear piece aloft with the other, though the only response he got was the crashing of the waves and the mad, hysterical laughter of Queen of Nightmares who was rejoicing at the thought of her nemesis getting pulled under by a riptide.
Craig desperately scanned the water, but with the Sun having slipped below the horizon behind him, he couldn’t make out much of anything with only a lone camera-mounted light for illumination.
“YOOO-NAAA!” Long called again while he kept a silent, mental count.
“She is lost, arbiter!” Adelaide triumphantly cried out between bouts of cackling. “Carried out to sea like so much detritus!”
Craig wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet, and once more he yelled, “YOOO-NAAA!”
After another five seconds of fruitless searching, however, the referee was starting to inwardly panic as he prepared to phone in the Coast Guard for a search and rescue. He waded out a little further, the water up to his stomach now, and he emptied his lungs in a final, futile shout.
“YOOOOOO-NAAARRRRRRGGGGRRRRRGGGLLLLGGLLLL...!”
The woman in question chose that moment to resurface, explosively breaching through the surface of the water not even six inches in front Craig’s face. Startled by Yoona’s impromptu imitation of the good ship Red October, Long stumbled backwards and fell completely into the surf, receiving a mouthful of briny sea water and an unpleasant electric shock as his equipment shorted out. A hand caught the back of his collar and roughly yanked him upright a second later, bringing him face-to-face with Park who was practically incandescent with hateful fury and menace.
“Are -- are you o -- o -- o -- kay?” Craig sputtered, but Yoona turned away from him without a second glance and started slogging back towards the beach, her hands tightly balled into fists at her sides, her wet hair matted to her face, and her countenance wearing the grim expression of someone wielding the executioner’s blade.
When she spoke, however, her tone was cordial, placid, and all the more ominous.
“You have many names, Adelaide Brewster. Weeping Angel... Daughter of Darkness… Queen of Nightmares...”
Adelaide snarled in response, and she forced herself to her feet while Yoona continued to stalk closer at a slow, deliberate pace. Her injured midsection forced her to stay hunched over with one arm swaddled around her midsection, however, a perilous predicament that put her on the defensive against one of the most dangerous and violent strikers in the federation.
For the moment though, the Korean seemed content to pontificate, veering off to the side and walking in a circle around her opponent just out of arm’s reach as she continued to talk.
“Like you, I, too, have many names. Unlike you, I did not earn my sobriquets on a stage so grand or under lights so bright, so I understand if you are unaware. That being the case, allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Yoona Park…”
Her own name was still on her lips when Yoona broke off her circling and dashed towards Adelaide on a tangent. She lunged left, and when Brewster matched that movement with a shift in defensive position, Park pushed off her plant leg and cut back in the opposite direction. The Churchgoer’s battered core didn’t allow her to keep up, and she was left wide open when Yoona planted the other leg, leapt into the air, and smashed a Superman Punch into the left side of her jaw on the way down.
SUPERMAN PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcKHpuRU3XU
“...and at the beginning, they called me Fist of Legend.”
Laid out on her face and with her head swimming, Adelaide spat blood onto the sand then grit her teeth to prepare herself for whatever tortures her opponent would inflict next. To her surprise, Park only followed up her assault with words as she continued to walk and talk.
“Soon, I had learned to do more than punch. After that, they called me Bene Gesserit, the First and the Last…”
Enraged by the Korean's arrogant prattling, Adelaide threw herself at her opponent, double vision and injured abdomen be damned.
“...I was nowhere…”
Yoona deftly sidestepped the tackle attempt, and when Brewster pivoted around, roared, and charged for a Lariat, Park bent over backwards at the waist to safely limbo underneath her outstretched arm. Carried by the momentum of her whiff, the Churchgoer stumbled and fell to one knee, and a split second later Yoona’s shin slammed into her right temple, courtesy of a ruthless Buzzsaw Kick from behind.
“...I was everywhere.”
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JXZ0FjghTk
The Queen of Nightmares toppled over onto her back, eyes rolled back in her head as an unintelligible croak escaped her lips. Even though it wasn't clear if Adelaide was still conscious at all, Park mounted Brewster’s hips, hooking a grapevine on one leg while raising the other one up at a ninety degree angle and hugging it to her chest. Miles away, a dull roar of “SNU SNU!” reverberated throughout the FAWN Arena, as it always did whenever it seemed like the nymphomaniac Korean might lock in her dreaded Wishbone crotch grind.
“I outgrew even the gifts of the Spice, so finally, they called me Maestro, every strike and every hold a work of virtuoso artistry harkening back to the Age of Romantics...”
Whereas Yoona had forgone the sexual debauchery earlier in the evening in favor of dishing out pain, now she put those tawdry instincts on full display. She grabbed a handful of sand and shoved it inside Brewster’s trunks, smearing those coarse, abrasive grains against the Churchgoer’s bare undercarriage. Then Park laid forward -- stretching Adelaide’s leg until her toes were buried in the beach a few inches above her head -- and started up that slow, salacious groin-to-groin grind that had reduced countless enemies and lovers alike to wet, whimpering wrecks.
“...I flowed like Liszt…”
Despite her senses still being fogged by a concussive daze, the Queen of Nightmares shrieked long and loud, a scream transforming into a moan and then back to a scream. She had suffered in Yoona’s stretches before, but now she discovered that the vertical Wishbone was its own special kind of Hell. Combined with the handful of sand wreaking havoc on the tender flesh of her womanhood even as her hips took on a mind of their own and moved in syncopated rhythm with Park’s, Adelaide was so overwhelmed by that potent cocktail of agony and ecstasy that dark spots started appearing in her vision. The Daughter of Darkness seemed to be heading for an ignominious end, but she was saved by Craig Long calling out “FOURTEEN!”
Yoona didn’t seem too flustered though, and indeed it all seemed to be part of her plan.
“...and I crashed like Wagner.”
She entwined one hand in the Churchgoer’s locks, while with her other hand she grabbed Adelaide’s ankle and viciously smashed that captured limb into Brewster’s face. Park managed to force the Queen of Nightmares to kick herself in the head one, two, three, four times before the official’s count reached the twenty second limit and the Korean dismounted. Yoona knelt down next to the top of Adelaide’s head, knees framing her opponent’s face and her bottom just a couple of hand-lengths away from a fight-ending Reverse Face Sit, but it seemed that Park wanted to speak rather than smother.
“Yes indeed, I have been called many things, and yet I am none of them. Not on this beach. Not tonight. Just like you are not the Weeping Angel, nor the Daughter of Darkness, nor the Queen of Nightmares. That was all in a different place and a different time.”
Yoona gently brushed a few stray hairs out of Adelaide’s face as Brewster continued to defiantly murmur the mantra of the Church of Eternal Midnight, eyelids rapidly fluttering and the rest of her body laid out limp and lifeless.
“Here... now...”
She firmly palmed Adelaide’s head with both hands and smiled, an ugly and twisted thing that was wholly incongruent with her otherwise pristine features.
“...I am the Reaper, and you’re already dead.”
Pressing down with the full weight of her upper body, Yoona drove her opponent’s head deeper and deeper into the soft sand. Within a few seconds, the Churchgoer’s nose and mouth were buried completely, her body jerking and twitching as air was suddenly in short supply. Perhaps another eight seconds later, Brewster went deathly still and Craig Long didn’t even bother to finish his count or perform an arm check. He simply hustled across the sand -- wet shoes squeaking with every step -- grabbed one of Park’s wrists, and raised her arm in victory, hoping and praying that would be enough to get her to relent.
At least one deity must have been listening, because Yoona stood up without any fuss, her expression suddenly turning from unreadably neutral to worn and weary as she locked gazes with the referee. The man held up her hand for scarcely a second before he let go, dropped down to a crouch, and pulled Adelaide from the sand, lest the Churchgoer suffocate.
Park watched the official tend to her vanquished opponent, now wracked by a fit of hacking coughs, then she turned and walked away without a word as the video feed cut out.