Post by hawkeye on Dec 7, 2017 1:17:12 GMT
The FAWN Arena, two weeks ago…
“Gotcha now, bytch.” Yoona Park huffed as she muscled Claudia Rooney up on her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
YOONA PARK
CLAUDIA ROONEY
They’d been wrestling hard for fifteen minutes when the Whist Warrior missed a 450 Splash and now the Snarky Striker knew victory was hers for the taking. With one arm hooked around Rooney’s right thigh and the other crooked across the back of her head, Park pointed herself at the far corner and took off at a shuffling run. Not quite sure what the brunette had in mind, the Miami crowd cringed in sympathetic anguish when Yoona twisted to one side and BWUUUUNGED the nape of Rooney’s neck into the top turnbuckle! Wheeling around in a half circle immediately thereafter, Park took three big steps, then hurled them both into an effortless cartwheel that THWHUMPED her burden spine-first against the canvas.
CARTWHEEL DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sce6SwnP8vE
Left in a slumped seat following the modified Death Valley Bomb, the redhead only heard the rumble of the crowd, mercifully oblivious to the fact that Park had made her way to the second turnbuckle. Alas the darkness of her ignorance was eradicated in a white hot bolt of pain when Yoona leapt from her perch, raised both knees to chest level and divebombed down on the vulnerable battler, Park’s shins driving into Rooney’s shoulders with enough force to THAWHAM the back of her skull into the mat. Trapped in an instant Front Facesit following the Meteora, Claudia’s legs kicked up high, allowing Park to snatch them behind the knee and leaaaaaaan forward while the ref slapped off…
SECOND ROPE BASEMENT METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kim5z8PQ7G0
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Yoona looked up, the victorious exotique waggling her undercarriage against Rooney’s mouth and nose while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… YOONA PARK!”
Tossing the redhead’s legs aside with a flourish, Yoona stood up and planted a foot on Claudia’s chest, the Korean busting out a jaunty double bicep flex worthy of the cover of Gladiatrix. “Lookin’ good, huh?” Park asked the buzzing throng. “Gonna look even better once I’ve got the Eurasian Championship strapped around my AAAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAWD!”
There was a crack like rife shot and then Park was on her knees, clawing at the new welt laid across her shoulders. The ref, stunned by the sudden appearance of a third woman, sputtered, “Jesus Adelaide, what the heck do you think you’re UUUNNNGGHH!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER
Adelaide Brewster whipped around and slammed a forearm into the zebra’s jaw, knocking him sprawling in a single blow. Returning her attention to the other brunette, the dark-eyed Churchgoer tightened her grip on the leather belt dangling from her left fist and CRAAACKED it across Park’s back. Yoona screamed, clambered to her feet and started to round on her attacker before the Queen of Nightmares lit into the Korean half a dozen more times, Adelaide laying lighting across Yoona’s shoulders, buttocks and thighs until she collapsed to all fours and curled into a ball in hopes of guarding against more punishment.
For a moment it seemed to work, Brewster standing over her, eyes flashing, shoulders heaving as she observed the chaos she’d wrought. Alas, any hope of a lasting reprieve came to an end when the Daughter of Darkness peeled her off the mat with a handful of hair and marched her over to the ropes. Forcing the lashed lovely’s upper body between the top and middle ropes, Adelaide straightened Yoona up and quickly threaded her arms over the top strand. Snuggling in behind, she wrapped the belt across Park’s chin and wrenched back until the trapped woman had no choice but to look into her attacker’s eyes.
“There’s a room in the Madhouse.” Brewster hissed. “They call it the Spider’s Nest. You will face me there at AllHallows Evil, or I’ll dispose of you and return my attention to Cosworth, regardless of what Miranda sees in her. Do you understand me, Yoona Park?”
The strap made speaking all but impossible, so Park growled and nodded her head ‘yes’.
Any normal sadist would’ve been satisfied. Adelaide Brewster was far from normal.
“Say it you bytch. Say it or I’ll choke you out and strip you bare for the amusement of these idiots.”
“I…understand.” Yoona gurgled. “I’m… I’m gonna wreck your shyt once and for all, f*ckface.”
The Weeping Angel smiled, leaned over and planted a kiss on Park’s lips only to blow a gout of the Red Mist directly down her gullet! Wracked by a fit of violent coughing, Yoona spat the crimson gunk out as best she could and rent the air with curses aimed at her nemesis but Brewster was already gone, the Churchgoer leaving nothing but blood, laughter and pain in her wake.
“Gotcha now, bytch.” Yoona Park huffed as she muscled Claudia Rooney up on her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
YOONA PARK
CLAUDIA ROONEY
They’d been wrestling hard for fifteen minutes when the Whist Warrior missed a 450 Splash and now the Snarky Striker knew victory was hers for the taking. With one arm hooked around Rooney’s right thigh and the other crooked across the back of her head, Park pointed herself at the far corner and took off at a shuffling run. Not quite sure what the brunette had in mind, the Miami crowd cringed in sympathetic anguish when Yoona twisted to one side and BWUUUUNGED the nape of Rooney’s neck into the top turnbuckle! Wheeling around in a half circle immediately thereafter, Park took three big steps, then hurled them both into an effortless cartwheel that THWHUMPED her burden spine-first against the canvas.
CARTWHEEL DEATH VALLEY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sce6SwnP8vE
Left in a slumped seat following the modified Death Valley Bomb, the redhead only heard the rumble of the crowd, mercifully oblivious to the fact that Park had made her way to the second turnbuckle. Alas the darkness of her ignorance was eradicated in a white hot bolt of pain when Yoona leapt from her perch, raised both knees to chest level and divebombed down on the vulnerable battler, Park’s shins driving into Rooney’s shoulders with enough force to THAWHAM the back of her skull into the mat. Trapped in an instant Front Facesit following the Meteora, Claudia’s legs kicked up high, allowing Park to snatch them behind the knee and leaaaaaaan forward while the ref slapped off…
SECOND ROPE BASEMENT METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kim5z8PQ7G0
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Yoona looked up, the victorious exotique waggling her undercarriage against Rooney’s mouth and nose while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… YOONA PARK!”
Tossing the redhead’s legs aside with a flourish, Yoona stood up and planted a foot on Claudia’s chest, the Korean busting out a jaunty double bicep flex worthy of the cover of Gladiatrix. “Lookin’ good, huh?” Park asked the buzzing throng. “Gonna look even better once I’ve got the Eurasian Championship strapped around my AAAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAWD!”
There was a crack like rife shot and then Park was on her knees, clawing at the new welt laid across her shoulders. The ref, stunned by the sudden appearance of a third woman, sputtered, “Jesus Adelaide, what the heck do you think you’re UUUNNNGGHH!”
ADELAIDE BREWSTER
Adelaide Brewster whipped around and slammed a forearm into the zebra’s jaw, knocking him sprawling in a single blow. Returning her attention to the other brunette, the dark-eyed Churchgoer tightened her grip on the leather belt dangling from her left fist and CRAAACKED it across Park’s back. Yoona screamed, clambered to her feet and started to round on her attacker before the Queen of Nightmares lit into the Korean half a dozen more times, Adelaide laying lighting across Yoona’s shoulders, buttocks and thighs until she collapsed to all fours and curled into a ball in hopes of guarding against more punishment.
For a moment it seemed to work, Brewster standing over her, eyes flashing, shoulders heaving as she observed the chaos she’d wrought. Alas, any hope of a lasting reprieve came to an end when the Daughter of Darkness peeled her off the mat with a handful of hair and marched her over to the ropes. Forcing the lashed lovely’s upper body between the top and middle ropes, Adelaide straightened Yoona up and quickly threaded her arms over the top strand. Snuggling in behind, she wrapped the belt across Park’s chin and wrenched back until the trapped woman had no choice but to look into her attacker’s eyes.
“There’s a room in the Madhouse.” Brewster hissed. “They call it the Spider’s Nest. You will face me there at AllHallows Evil, or I’ll dispose of you and return my attention to Cosworth, regardless of what Miranda sees in her. Do you understand me, Yoona Park?”
The strap made speaking all but impossible, so Park growled and nodded her head ‘yes’.
Any normal sadist would’ve been satisfied. Adelaide Brewster was far from normal.
“Say it you bytch. Say it or I’ll choke you out and strip you bare for the amusement of these idiots.”
“I…understand.” Yoona gurgled. “I’m… I’m gonna wreck your shyt once and for all, f*ckface.”
The Weeping Angel smiled, leaned over and planted a kiss on Park’s lips only to blow a gout of the Red Mist directly down her gullet! Wracked by a fit of violent coughing, Yoona spat the crimson gunk out as best she could and rent the air with curses aimed at her nemesis but Brewster was already gone, the Churchgoer leaving nothing but blood, laughter and pain in her wake.