Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 18:56:00 GMT
March to War has already lived up to the super show FAWN PPV’s are, and we’re not even half way through the title matches of the card. The match is one many looked forward to when announced. It seemed a strange pairing though, one is Our Lady of Gears, who has spent most of her time on the road shows, winning. And the other is the newly crowned EurAsian Champ.
A doorbell rings…
And the Drums, then bass…and WOAAAHHHH!
The crowd knows the song, and now they know who the songs belongs too in FAWN.
FRATELLIS - CHELSEA DAGGER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEXHeTcxQy4
The FAWNatics seem mixed about Chelsea as she walks out from behind the curtain, she is in a maroon petty coat like dress, but the front is open except for a short skirt and fishnet stockings with black lace running around the edges. Dagger has a red and black corset under a red riding jacket. In her hand is a cane with assorted buttons and knobs. The Steampunk Maven wears boots with three inch heels. Around the newcomers neck is a pair of goggles mostly leather with brass rings for the eyes and pink colored lens. Topping it all is a very small black top hat with a lace train and flowers.
CHELSEA DAGGER
The busty blonde smiles and nods at those in attendance, but she doesn’t press flesh with any of them. Chelsea makes it to the corner of the ring near the steel ring stairs and a FAWN production person comes trotting up, the over-dressed Pneumatic Knockout begins removing layer after layer, the hat, the jacket, the petty coat and cane all get turned over to the lacky, and finally Chelsea removes the boots and heads into the ring with just the fishnets stalking covering her feet.
The Ring Announcer waits for the Burlesque Brawler to start climbing into the ring before he makes the first official in ring introduction, “Our next match is for the EurAsian Title and is one fall with a one hour time limit. Introducing first, from Glasgow Scotland…She’s stands five foot six inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty four pounds…Our Lady of Gears…Chelsea Dagger!”
The Pneumatic Knockout slips through the ropes and gives the crowds a smile as she allows the referee to check over her togs before the battle. Chelsea tugs on the corset making some final adjustments as she waits for the champion to arrive. The FAWNatics gear up as Chelsea and Yoona’s tactics will mean a wild match tonight.
As the crowd simmers in anticipation of the EurAsian champion’s arrival, the arena lights go down and orchestra strings play over the arena speakers. Evidently, a new year and a new title also meant new music for Park, in this case a cover of Pacific Rim theme chosen by her girlfriend.
PACIFIC RIM (ORCHESTRAL COVER) - PARADEMICS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvrR2Lbfl_s
A few seconds later, the rhythm of the music picks up, and Yoona Park steps through the curtains onto center stage for her inaugural defense, wearing her usual black bustier-style one piece lined in metallic gold. Her forearms are sheathed in matching fingerless gloves that run up to her elbow, and on her legs are a pair of black sleeves with “YOONA” is written vertically in metallic gold block letters on the front of each shin that start just above her knees and run down to her ankles before terminating in thin stirrups that loop around the arches of her otherwise bare feet. Tied around her left thigh is a red silk ribbon, a suggestion which Camille had made many months ago, and on her right shoulder is the gaudy, gilded strap that now bears her name as the greatest warrior from Gibraltar to Hokkaido.
YOONA PARK
Unlike a couple of months ago when she had formally ascended to FAWN royalty, Yoona doesn’t obscure her exotic beauty with the macabre, skeletal face paint that had earned her the nickname Slim Reaper. Nevertheless, the look seems to be a hit with both the FAWN marketing department and Park’s fans, the former producing officially licensed facemasks bearing that grisly grin and the latter wearing them en masse in support of the ascendant Korean wrestler.
Among those who are not permanent residents of Park Place, however, the reception is mixed. Yoona’s actions at 2018’s inaugural pay-per-view event had made her an incredibly divisive figure. While the FAWNatics had been almost universal in their desire to see Lady Fiona Waterford brought to justice for so cruelly robbing Camille Cosworth of her tomorrow in the waning days of 2017, there were those who felt Park had gone too far in taking an eye for an eye and forcing Her Ladyship into medical retirement. Then again, with FAWN being FAWN, there was also a large contingent of fans who delighted in the raging nymphomaniac’s tactics, Old School attitude meeting New Era skills in a whirlwind of sex and violence that had captivated audiences and humiliated opponents over the past couple of years.
Yoona seems to take the less-than-unanimous support in stride, rolling her eyes as her lips stretch into a wry grin. She starts to walk towards the ring and her challenger, but she barely makes it one step before an arm extends from the curtain and latches onto her shoulder from behind, arresting her forward progress. A moment later, Camille Cosworth steps onto the stage as well, dressed in street clothes and kept upright by a cane in her right hand to keep the weight off of her leg that remains largely immobilized by her spine injury.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Regardless of what they thought about Yoona, the FAWNatics are united in their support for Camille as they rise from their seats and give a thunderous ovation, letting her know that the Girl of Tomorrow may be gone but never forgotten. Cosworth chokes up briefly at the reception, doing her best to keep her emotions in check as she smiles and waves, then she limps over to her girlfriend’s side and throws an arm over Park’s shoulders for support.
“Wherever you go, I go,” Camille whispers to Yoona while she presses their foreheads together. “And besides, you gotta wait for the beat to drop…”
As the pace and intensity of the music builds to a crescendo, Cosworth quickly unties the silk ribbon from Park’s thigh, then uses the strip of fabric to lash her lame leg together with Yoona’s. Her handiwork done, she winks and nods her head at the Korean.
“Alright, champ. Let’s cancel the apocalypse.”
Yoona can’t quite keep the smile off her face even as she rolls her eyes and scoffs, “Cam, you’re such a huge fucking doof --”
“Not now, Yoona! Beat’s dropping, go go go go go!”
Just over a minute from when Park first stepped onto the stage the dramatic leitmotif of her music kicks in, and thanks to Cosworth’s prompting, the couple start their march towards the ring with perfect timing. Yoona’s left leg providing the motion for Camille’s right, the pair make their way down the ring in literal lockstep and arm-in-arm, showing the raucous live crowd and audiences the world over that they’re still of one heart, remaining Drift-compatible in spite of recent trials and tribulations. Not paying any attention to the challenger in the center of the squared circle, Park takes her girl on a lap around the outside to soak in the cheers before she hands her title belt to a ringside attendant. She helps Cosworth settle into a seat at the announcer’s table just as she receives her first official introduction as champion.
”And introducing your NEW EurAsian champion… from Seoul, South Korea and coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds… she’s the Slim Reaper… YOONA PARK!”
<<Shit fuck titty cunt!>> Camille cheerfully calls out in Korean, prompting Yoona to break into a fit of giggles as she slides into the ring.
Apparently still under the impression that what she said means something along the lines of Good luck and Do your best, Cosworth turns towards broadcast announcers Joanna Coleman and Gordy Solis and gives a quizzical shrug. Meanwhile, referee Craig Long has finished checking Chelsea’s gear and now he approaches Yoona, visibly and understandably on edge given Park’s actions against Fiona Waterford.
“Just a reminder, Yoona… Uhh… no smashing faces with cameras or anything like that, okay?”
Yoona looks at the man like he’s an idiot, then she scoffs, “What about the microphone I have hidden in my vagina? Can I beat her to death with that?”
His face turning ghastly pale, the official stutters incomprehensibly for several seconds before Camille helpfully informs, “It’s a joke, Craig! She doesn’t have anything hidden in… in there…”
“Feel free to check,” Park adds without missing a beat. “I only ask that you warm up your hands first.”
This time, Long finds himself breathing a soft sigh of relief. While Yoona Park would always be a handful even in the best of times, he much preferred to referee a swaggering and braggadocious Yoona rather than a silent and stoic Yoona who had done her damndest to live up to the name Slim Reaper. Politely declining the wrestler’s offer to let him perform a gynecological exam, Craig turns towards the timekeeper and calls for the opening bell to the match.
The challenger from Glasgow is out of her corner immediately, eager to make the most out of an incredible opportunity afforded to her after a huge win over Ivy Armstrong a few months ago at FAWNAMANIA. She stops short of charging headlong into the champion, breaking off in a circle that put her just out of reach of Yoona’s legs. Park begins circling as well to keep pace with the Scottish lass, though her expression and body language are much more relaxed and flippant than that of the intensely focused Dagger.
“Babe, say something cool before I wreck her shit!” Yoona demands of her girlfriend while the pair of wrestlers continue to stalk around the center of the ring.
Camille furrows her brow and chews on her bottom lip as if deep in thought, then her face brightens when she has a Eureka! moment shortly afterwards.
“Yoona’s here to chew bubblegum and kick butt!” she shouts. “And chewing bubblegum is already someone else’s gimmick!”
Park stops on a dime and spins about to look at Cosworth, her disapproval and disgust plainly visible on her face.
“Wha -- What the fuck was that?!” the Korean incredulously snorts. “Goddamn it, you were supposed to say something cool! Hooooooly fucking shit, Cam… what you said was so lame that you just regained your virginity…”
“Hmmph! Well, I thought it was a clever subversion of a classic...” Camille grumbles before crossing her arms in front of her chest and blowing a raspberry.
Yoona opens her mouth to fire off another retort, but before she can make a sound, Chelsea rushes her from behind. The Pneumatic Knockout slides to her knees and threads one arm between her opponent’s thighs to roll the inattentive champion down to the mat. Stacked on her shoulders and with her haunches pointed towards the ceiling, Park desperately flails and squirms in Dagger’s grasp while the referee counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THR -- NO!
...before Yoona breaks free with not even a second to spare to avoid setting a shameful record for quickest loss in a title defense. The champion immediately clambers upright, but fueled by the excitement of the near fall, the challenger is quicker still. With Park yet to fully regain her bearings, Chelsea storms forward and cracks a stinging Knife-Edge Chop across the top of the Korean’s cleavage. Yoona yelps in pain as her bustier-styled one piece offers no protection against the Steam Punk Maven’s Dagger Slash, and she instinctively turns around to prevent a follow up blow to the same spot.
Presented with her opponent’s back for the second time, Chelsea eschews another attempt at a flash pin. Instead she grasps Park by the shoulders, leaps into the air while tucking her knees, and lays out on the deck. The EurAsian champion is pulled along for a short falls with an every rough landing as her back smashes against Dagger’s shins and knees.
DAGGER IN THE BACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKyrNcjcmLc
The impact from the Lungblower which Chelsea had dubbed Dagger in the Back sends Yoona bouncing back up a few inches, then she turns in midair and belly-flops to the mat. Wincing and grimacing, she pushes her way to hands and knees, and out of the corner of her right eye she spots the challenger rapidly approaching. Park brings her arm in front of her head just in the nick of time to partially block the Burlesque Kick that Dagger had aimed at her face, though the momentum still sends her on an ungainly roll to the corner. Caught off-guard by the busty blonde’s blitzkrieg assault to start the match, Yoona hooks an arm over the bottom rope before hauling herself up on wobbly legs with the help of the turnbuckles, but Chelsea is relentless.
Even as Park is trying to steady herself, Dagger is sprinting at her full steam ahead from the opposite corner, and by the time the EurAsian champion turns around towards the center of the ring, Chelsea is already in flight. Dagger’s delectable derriere serving as a battering ram, the Burlesque Bash hits flush against the Korean’s chest and sends Yoona flipping up and over the top rope before she crashes onto the apron and spills to the floor.
BURLESQUE BASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGaCTtBGjKI
Riding high on a wave of adrenaline after her hot start, Chelsea quickly climbs atop the nearest set of turnbuckles despite not being known for her aerial assaults. She sees Park scramble away towards the announcer’s table before she can launch, however, so instead she raises her arms in a victorious V. In return, a vocal contingent of FAWNatics reward her with a chant that puts a wide, lopsided grin on her face.
CHEL-SEA DAG-GER!
CHEL-SEA DAG-GER!
CHEL-SEA DAG-GER!
Meanwhile, Yoona is decidedly less impressed. Once she’s sure she’s out of Chelsea’s aerial bombardment range, she props herself up against the table just in front of Camille. Park wrinkles her nose as she listens to the audience, then she lightly smacks herself on the side of her head with an open palm as if to rattle a few more senses back into place.
“...the fuck are they saying…?” she mutters. “What in the blue hell is a Chelsea dagger?”
“...that’s… that’s her name…” Cosworth says, looking and sounding worried. “Holy crap, Yoona, how hard did you get hit…?”
Yoona doesn’t bother to answer the question, instead doing a double take as she rapidly looks back and forth between her opponent and her girlfriend.
After a moment of confused silence, Park finally blurts, “THAT’S who she is?! Fuck! I thought she was one of the Kane twins!”
“WHAT?!” Camille exclaims, her voice rising an octave and a half. “OH. MY. GOD. How could you not -- they even said her name during her entrance --”
“Babe, you KNOW I don’t pay attention to --”
“-- and the Kanes aren’t twins! They don’t even look alike… AT ALL!”
“Yeah, but they could be fraternal twins. Like Danny DeVito and --”
“THEY’RE NOT TWINS!” Cosworth screeches.
“Yeah, whatever. Agree to disagree,” Yoona huffs with a dismissive wave of her hand, before Craig forces her to re-enter the ring lest she be counted out.
Rolling in under the bottom rope just as the challenger dismounts from the far corner, Park pops to her feet and holds her arms out at her sides.
“You know why they call me ‘Slim Reaper?’” she asks Chelsea, even though she doesn’t wait for a response before she rushes forward.
The Pneumatic Knockout meets the champion halfway, blonde and brunette colliding in an Elbow and Collar tie up in the center of the ring. The stalemate lasts for but a moment before Yoona spins free of her opponent’s grasps and smoothly traps Chelsea’s skull between her ribcage and her left bicep in a grinding Side Headlock.
“‘Cause it rhymes with ‘Yoona,’” the Korean chuckles in response to her own question as she delivers a Hammerfist with her right hand to the crown of Dagger’s skull.
The punch jars Chelsea free from the Headlock and she stumbles backwards, grimacing as she cradles her head with one arm. Even so, she manages to fight through the worst of it by the time she backs into the ropes, and Dagger comes rebounding back with her right arm locked and loaded for a Clothesline. Park ducks under the outstretched arm and snags Chelsea’s left wrist as the blonde passes by, but the Steam Punk Maven uses the connection to her own advantage by arresting her own wayward inertia and then hauling the ex-ballerina in for a Short-Arm Clothesline.
To the Scottish wrestler’s frustration, Yoona shows her championship mettle by once more ducking under the Clothesline. The pair of wrestlers are still connected by an arm each, however, and Chelsea decides that the third time must be the charm. She slams on the brakes and pivots about as she reels in the Korean for another try at her Pneumatic Assault, but this time it’s Yoona that strikes first. Granted additional momentum by the challenger pulling her forward, Park leaps off her left foot and pistons her posted right leg up towards her opponent’s face in mid-flight. Yoona’s right knee smashes into the left side of Chelsea’s jaw with a loud CLACK that draws a wave of sympathetic OOOOH’s from the FAWNatics, and the blonde drops to her knees like a puppet with its strings cut.
RIPCORD FLYING KNEE (@0:20):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjVQZ9WPUHw
Yoona pulls her challenger forward into a Front Facelock, the hellacious Ripcord Flying Knee seemingly having taken the air out of the Pneumatic Knockout. Chelsea puts up little resistance when Park locks both of her arms behind her back in a Double Underhook, and with a quick and violent pop of the hips, Yoona sends her up, over, and down with a Butterfly Suplex that powers her spine into the deck. Rather than hold the bridge for a pin, however, the EurAsian champion rolls through with the impact, tumbling over her own head to come to a seat in the challenger’s lap. With her opponent’s arms still trapped in her Double Underhook, Park scissors her legs around Dagger’s waist and leans backwards to fold the blonde in half with a Butterfly Lock.
BUTTERFLY SUPLEX & ROLLING BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbxnz-9M5SA
Chelsea screams long and loud, the eruption of pain in her shoulders, spine, hips, and hamstrings immediately dispelling any lingering wooziness from the Knee Strike and Suplex. Yoona roughly jostles and shakes her challenger, a triumphant grin stretching across her lips as she anticipates a quick and enthusiastic submission from the Steam Punk Maven, but instead all she receives is a demand from the referee to break the hold. Irritated by this unwelcome and unforeseen development, she follows Craig’s line of sight and cranes her neck to look behind her even as she continues to pour pressure into the Butterfly Lock.
To her great chagrin, Park sees that Chelsea has a single, stockinged toe just barely resting on the bottom rope. She had evidently thrown Dagger literally just a fraction of an inch too far, and now she must relinquish what would otherwise be a decisive submission hold. Yoona works the official’s five count to its limit, thrashing about and causing Chelsea to screech and wail the entire time, then she finally relents when Long threatens a disqualification that would preserve her reign but mar her Win-Loss record.
“Luck o’ the Irish, eh?” she remarks to Camille as she walks away from the recovering challenger. “Bet she has a pot of gold and a whole fistful of four leaf clovers shoved up her ass!”
Cosworth starts to inform her girlfriend that the Pneumatic Knockout from Glasgow is neither a Kane sister nor Irish, but then she realizes she would only be wasting her breath. Camille shakes her head and rolls her eyes at Yoona from the announcer’s table, which earns her a mischievous smirk in return. Having learned her lesson from the near fall at the start of the match, Park doesn’t banter further as she directs her attention back to Chelsea, just now gingerly rising to a stand on the other side of the ring.
The Slim Reaper arrives as the Pneumatic Knockout reaches her feet. Chelsea’s corset has the same issue as Yoona’s bustier, and Park gives the blonde a stinging chop across the cleavage as Chelsea had done earlier. The Burlesque Brawler turns a 180 and folds her arm across the tingly flesh, Yoona grins as she follows after the blonde. The Korean sees the Scot heading towards one of the corners and decides a little rough housing is in order. Coming up from behind Yoona grabs two handfuls of blonde locks and runs Chelsea towards the turnbuckles, clearly wanting to feed the Steampunk Maven a turnbuckle sandwich.
The crowd loud for no reason other than the action being that damn good, some cheer for the Korean, some cheer the Glasgow native Yoona is forcing Chelsea forward about to say something clever, when the blonde gets both hands up on the top ropes and a foot on the middle turnbuckle. For a split second Yoona is unsure if she should push forward or pull back, and the blonde takes the initiative and fires a back elbow into the champ’s stomach. Park’s eyes bulge and cheeks puff, then a second back elbow finds Yoona’s bustier covered orbs bringing a whimpering moan from the champ as her arms fall from Chelsea’s locks.
The Steampunk Maven turns on the wounded Champ, “Ye’re a big one fer talk? Aye, tonight I’ll be shutting your gob and takin your belt.”
Yoona grunts as her response is caught in her throat, but worse the Pneumatic Knockout dips down grabbing the back of Park’s thighs and lifts the Slim Reaper carrying her a few steps forward before genuflecting. Pain explodes from the brunette’s center as her crotch comes down on Chelsea’s posted leg thanks to the Inverted Atomic Drop. At ringside Cosworth can only cover her mouth with a hand as she gasps, watching Yoona slump off the blonde’s leg and into a groaning ball on the canvas. The move does confirm Park was not hiding anything in there, as it would have probably caused her to pass out if there was an object hidden.
Chelsea motions Craig over as the referee has allowed the two women to continue the action as it has been a clean of a match as Long could have hoped for. Dagger force Park out of the protective ball and hooks the far leg.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Slim Reaper shoots an arm into the arm pulling her shoulder off the canvas with a full second to spare. Chelsea looks at referee Long accusingly and holds up three fingers, but Craig shakes his head and says, “TWO”
The Pneumatic Knockout gives her corset a tug adjusting the garment before reaching out and hair hauling the Asian beauty to her feet again. Still not one hundred percent Yoona stands on rubbery legs, but only for a moment before Dagger takes her by the wrist and dips down, the blonde’s other arm going between the brunette’s legs and lifting the champ into a fireman’s carry. Chelsea turns so she’s facing Camille at the announcers position, the Steam Punk Maven shows off her power dipping slightly and then popping up sending Yoona up over the blonde’s head. The free falling Korean tries to yell something, but it’s cut off as Park comes down across the Scot’s thigh again, this time stomach first thanks to the Glasgow Gutbuster.
GLASGOW GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYQTafLnCUw
The champion sounds like a wounded animal after her flat abs are abused again, but by turning and playing to Cosworth, Dagger unwittingly came closer to the ropes and Yoona -- either by plan or just ring savvy -- rolls out under the bottom rope. When the Slim Reaper lands in a heap at ringside Camille almost gets up to go to her, but is gently restrained as her presence would only make things worse. The challenger curses the bad luck, and starts to head out after Yoona, but Craig steps in and orders Dagger to stay back and allow him to count Park outside the ring.
Camille unable to help directly starts a “YOO-NA” chant and gets many of the FAWNatics to join in.
“YOO-NA!”
“YOO-NA!”
“YOO-NA!”
The dark haired beauty reaches up using the ring apron to help herself try and get back to vertical, Referee Long having reached the mid-point of his count. Behind Craig’s back though Dagger slips out of the ring and begins to circle around to the woozy champ.
Camille screams out a warning as Dagger rounds the ring post and heads towards Park, her arm extended for a clothesline. It’s hard to say if the warning saved Yoona or her own quick actions, but the champ shoots her bare foot catching Chelsea in the stomach with a front kick. The Korean woman has to hang on to the ring apron to keep from falling, but she delivers a second kick that’s more of a punt to Dagger’s large bosom. The challenger drops to her knees arms folded across her chest as she pants trying to catch her breath after the dual kicks. Yoona steps away from the ring apron, wobbly but able to remain upright and grabs a handful of sweat soaked blonde hair and pulls Chelsea up and beings to shove her back into the ring.
The Slim Reaper gets the blonde on to the ring apron, then instead of shoving Dagger back into the ring Park turns the Steampunk Maven so her head hangs over the ring apron. With her left hand Yoona pulls Chelsea’s hair down so she can’t move, then the Korean raises her right arm and drives her elbow into the cleft of Dagger’s big orbs. The blow sends Chelsea into spasms as Yoona does finally shove her back into the ring and follows right behind.
The Pneumatic Knockout struggles to her haunches with one hand pressed to her aching sternum, then a moment later, her opponent dashes past her from behind. Dagger doesn’t have time to process exactly what’s happening before Park rebounds from the set of ropes in front of the penitent blonde, and then Yoona takes flight, her heels tucked underneath her rear and leading with her knees. The bony joints smash into Chelsea’s collarbones, and she’s knocked backwards to the canvas with Park sitting atop her chest as the Korean smoothly transitions her Basement Meteora into a Schoolgirl Pin.
BASEMENT METEORA WITH PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTiCPED1DQM
The lusty champion scoots her way forward into a Front Facesit, and she furiously grinds her hips back and forth while Craig counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
...before Chelsea bucks her way free, perhaps aided by the fact that Yoona had sacrificed pinning leverage for a more satisfying, salacious ride. The Slim Reaper doesn’t seem too bothered by the near fall, however, and she immediately pivots into a seat behind the discombobulated challenger while threading her thighs around Dagger’s waist. Renowned for her flexibility, Park proves there’s steel in her dancer’s legs as well by clamping down on a Bodyscissor which forces the breath from Chelsea’s lungs in an agonized gasp. The buxom blonde pries at those constricting limbs for a couple of seconds, and when that proves fruitless she reaches forward to grasp at Yoona’s delicate feet, but that plan is foiled as well when the Korean locks her arms in a Full Nelson.
FULL NELSON BODYSCISSOR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfeKvm2CQKo
Interlacing her fingers behind Dagger’s neck to put pressure on the Scottish grappler’s neck and shoulders as well, Park lays on her side and continues to wear down her challenger’s defenses. Chelsea frantically kicks her feet and scrabbles against the canvas with one hand to inch towards the edge of the ring, while she waves off the official with the other hand to preempt any ideas Long might have about calling the match. Yoona seems unconcerned about Dagger’s slow but steady progress to a rope break, and having regained control of the match for the moment, the Korean cranes her head around to resume bantering with her girlfriend at the announcer’s table.
“Now, Cam! Roast her with your sickest burn while I’m holding her down!”
Camille rolls her eyes again and lets out an exasperated sigh, though she still obliges Yoona’s request by half-heartedly taunting, “Yoona’s like the Michael Jordan of basketball, and Chelsea’s like the Michael Jordan of baseball…”
Yoona wrinkles her nose in confusion, though she doesn’t let up on either the Bodyscissor or the Full Nelson, then she asks, “Michael Jordan...? You mean the guy who’s the black panther that’s not Black Panther?”
“Ugh… no, Yoona… That’s the wrong Michael Jordan,” Cosworth groans in response, already regretting having said anything at all.
“Oh, I see. What about the Michael Jordan who’s the boxer that’s not Rocky?”
“What?! No! Oh my God, Yoona… I can’t even tell if you’re trolling me right now or --”
“Or are you talking about the Michael Jordan who’s the Human Torch that’s not Captain America?”
“Space Jam...” Camille says through clenched teeth while she pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand. “I’m talking about the Michael Jordan from Space Jam and the Crying Face memes.”
“Ohhhhhhhh… I gotcha…” Yoona responds, her face brightening with recognition. “Shit, you should’ve just said that to begin with. But what does some one-hit-wonder actor have to do with anything?”
Cosworth starts to chastise Park for her ignorance of American sports history, but the lecture doesn’t get very far before Craig Long interrupts and orders Yoona to release the hold now that Chelsea has made it to the ropes. This time Park complies without working the count, but as soon as she’s on her feet, she wheels about and punts Dagger in the side of the head. The kick sends the challenger rolling out onto the apron and earns the champion a smattering of boos, though the fans immediately change their tune when Yoona rolls down the top of her bustier to expose her breasts. The bare-chested Slim Reaper rolls out onto the floor next to her opponent still lying on the apron, then she leans forward and scrubs her modest cleavage in Chelsea’s face.
“TITTY SMOTHER!” Park announces to the cheering masses, although the unmuffled sounds of Dagger cursing and swearing in her Scottish brogue make it clear that the Korean’s B-cup breasts aren’t up to the task.
Yoona appears content to maintain the farce for as long as she can, but Chelsea will have none of it. With the champion arrogantly neglecting to restrain her arms in any way, the Steampunk Maven reaches up and forcefully smacks her hands on her captor’s ears. The Double Ear Clapper disorients Yoona and forces her to stumble away, then Dagger takes advantage by rolling out onto the floor, grabbing her by an arm, and whipping her into a nearby set of ring steps. Park screeches as she collides with the steel, then she falls into a heap on the ground to sympathetic groans from the FAWNatics and a cringing wince from Camille.
Chelsea stalks after the crumpled champion, but rather than punishing Yoona outside the ring, she simply shovels Korean back under the bottom rope before climbing onto the apron herself. Still not quite recovered from having her bell rung, Park instinctively crawls to the nearest corner and starts hauling herself upright with the help of the turnbuckles. She hears Cosworth urgently shout a warning, but it’s already too late. As soon as Yoona regains her feet, Chelsea jumps onto her from the same top rope of the same corner, practically sitting on her shoulders before riding her down to the mat with a Seated Senton.
SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJs-L1k19lU
Crushed under her challenger’s one hundred and thirty plus pounds, Park lets out an agonized, wheezing groan, though she still maintains the presence of mind to hook one leg over the bottom rope. Dagger notices but doesn’t care, and she gets a bit of payback by shifting forward and subjecting Yoona to a grinding Front Facesit of her own. Already gasping for air thanks to having her chest smashed by the Senton, Park seems like she’s halfway to Dreamland by the time the referee finally enforces the rope break and gets Chelsea to relinquish the Facesit.
Knowing that she has to seize every opportunity in order to dethrone the champion, Dagger snatches Park’s ankle from the bottom rope and drags the Slim Reaper back to the center of the ring by one leg. A concerned murmur ripples through the crowd when Chelsea starts to peel off the leg sleeve that protects Yoona’s left ankle and foot, but the realization of what Dagger is attempting to do galvanizes the Korean wrestler. Park twists and flops on the mat, managing to roll over onto her stomach before getting semi-upright with her hands and right foot planted on the mat, even while her left leg is stretched out behind her and in Chelsea’s possession.
Already imagining the unbearable agony she’s in for should the Pneumatic Knockout be allowed to target the nerve clusters in her foot, Yoona shifts her weight onto her hands and pistons her right leg backwards in a blind Mule Kick. The blow lands just above Dagger’s navel, and although the blonde grunts loudly upon impact, she holds onto Park’s ankle and pulls away the protective gear. Yoona fires off another Mule Kick and this one deflects off her opponent’s hip, even less effective than the first, and Chelsea retaliates by driving a set of hard knuckles into the sole of her foot.
Despite her best efforts, a tortured, high-pitched wail forces its way from Park’s throat. She extends an arm towards the ropes only to find they’re far out of reach, and with her eyes already welling with tears of pain and her foot feeling like it’s been set ablaze, Yoona buries her fingers in her hair and clenches her hands into fists. Tearing at her own locks seems to help a bit, and with a surge of pain-fueled adrenaline, the Slim Reaper resumes throwing Mule Kicks in a blind, frenzied fashion. The first three miss everything, but on the fourth she hits pay dirt as her heel smashes into Dagger’s left kneecap.
The desperate strength behind the blow nearly hyperextends the joint and forces it to bend the wrong way, and Chelsea collapses to the canvas with a scream while clutching her knee with both hands. Freed from her opponent’s grasps, Yoona scampers on all fours to retrieve her leg sleeve from where Dagger had discarded it. Park tries to massage away the hurt as best as she can before putting on the protective gear, opting to shore up her own defenses instead of pressing the advantage against the downed Steampunk Maven.
The time Yoona spends tending to her foot allows Chelsea to seize the initiative, although the Scottish lass has a bit of a hitch in her step as well while she circles behind the champion. Camille shouts for Park to check her six, but it’s already too late when Dagger clubs a Double Axehandle Smash into the back of her neck just as she’s getting upright. The blow leaves her double over at the waist albeit standing, and the Slim Reaper quickly finds her head trapped between Chelsea’s thighs while the crowd buzzes with anticipation of the challenger’s finishing move.
Before the Steampunk Maven can show her opponent the Shape of Things to Come, however, Yoona finds a second wind and powers to a full stand, lifting Chelsea into the air in the process. Draped upside-down along Park’s back, Dagger flails her arms and tries to find a handhold to escape her now precarious situation, but it’s a futile effort when Yoona sends her back down the way she came up just a couple of seconds later. The Slim Reaper hooks her hands into the crooks of the blonde’s knees, then she explosively crunches forward while dropping to a seat, effectively whipping Chelsea into the deck with a spine-crushing Sitout Alabama Slam.
SITOUT ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4rUp9Cw6_Q
Dagger’s body bounces back up a few inches before settling back on the canvas, her spine spasmodically arched and her teeth clenched to hold back a scream. Park eschews a simple pin in favor of scampering forward into a kneeling straddle on her challenger’s hips, then she raises Chelsea’s left leg at a ninety degree angle, hugs it to her chest, and wiggles her bottom back and forth in a tawdry, crotch-on-crotch grind.
“SNU SNU?!” Yoona calls to the crowd, signalling for her finisher with a wide grin splitting her face from ear to ear.
The fans’ response, however, is not what she’d hoped for.
While the denizens of Park Place roar back in the affirmative as they always did, the rest of the FAWNatics answer only with boos. The Korean’s brutal leg stretch had torn apart Fiona Waterford’s tendons and forced Her Ladyship into retirement, and despite the promise of debaucherous fan-service, most of the audience would rather not see Dagger suffer the same fate as the crippled Duchess. For now, their vocal disapproval gives the Slim Reaper pause, her features contorting into bewilderment while she lets go of Chelsea’s leg and swivels about on her perch to look at each corner of the arena.
“What the fuck…” Yoona quietly mutters to herself, and that’s as far as she gets.
Given a few seconds’ reprieve, the Steampunk Maven delves into her reserves. She suddenly sits up and blasts a wicked Forearm Smash into the side of unsuspecting champion’s head, knocking Yoona into an ungainly sprawl. Chelsea immediately scrambles to her feet, and with the Korean still down on one knee, Dagger grabs a bunch of dark hair with left hand while dropping Haymakers with her right, despite the protestations of referee Craig Long. The punches don’t land clean, however, as Yoona raises an arm in defense and absorbs most of the blows, and on the fourth strike, she manages to catch Chelsea’s wrist in her hand.
The champion instantly shifts from defense to offense, threading her other arm through Dagger’s thighs and pulling the blonde battler onto her shoulders in a snug Torture Rack. Yoona pops to a stand with a roar of effort, and the momentum of the maneuver sends Chelsea up and over her head. Park quickly pistons her knee upwards, allowing gravity to do the rest by bringing the blonde challenger crashing down head-first across her posted leg. The bony joint smashes into the base of Dagger’s skull and the Pneumatic Knockout slops into a heap on the mat, propped up on her knees and forehead with her arms protectively swaddling the back of her head.
INVERTED GTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA4OcVfMO_4
Nearly decapitated by the Inverted GTS, Chelsea is left defenseless when Yoona sets up for the finish. The champion scoots forward and sits cross-legged at her challenger’s left side and Park wraps her left leg around Dagger’s left thigh before wedging her ankle into the crook of Dagger’s left knee. She grasps the Scottish wrestler’s foot in both hands, then leans back and yanks, forcing the captured limb to bend around the fulcrum of her shin. Like jamming a rock into the jaws of a nutcracker, Chelsea’s soft calf is crushed against hard, bony ridge, and she howls in misery as she pushes arches her back and pushes her upper body off the deck.
Craig is quick to offer the beleaguered lass a chance to surrender, and her shrieks of pain render her incapable of vocalizing a firm answer, the obstinate challenger frantically shakes her head back and forth. Unfortunately, the refusal to submit only causes Yoona to heap on more pain as she tears away Chelsea’s fishnet stocking and begins meticulously kneading her thumbs into the arch of the blonde’s foot. For the uninitiated, it seems that Dagger is being treated to a tender massage, but when her screams rise dramatically in both volume and pitch, it becomes painfully clear that Park is manipulating her sensitive pressure points in all the wrong ways.
Not wanting to give up a golden opportunity so easily, the Steampunk Maven thrashes about with her arms and free leg for another dozen seconds, but it is a futile effort. Unlike Chelsea’s attempt to use the same tactic earlier in the match, Yoona has carefully positioned the pair of them in a way to neutralize any possible escape or counterattack. Dagger plants both palms against the mat and raises up to let out a final, bloodcurdling wail, then she collapses to the deck and repeatedly slaps her palm against the canvas to concede the game of Footsie, and with it, her bid for the EurAsian title.
FOOTSIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wNJECekuzc
Long signals to the timekeeper, and Yoona breathes a quiet sigh of relief when the bell rings and the announcer officially proclaims her inaugural defense to be a successful one, despite a number of moments fraught with peril. She untangles herself from her vanquished opponent and rolls out to the floor, ignoring Craig’s offer to raise her hand in the center of the ring. Instead she heads in a beeline towards the announcer’s table where Camille is waiting for her, standing with the help of a cane in one hand and holding the FAWN EurAsian title belt over the opposite shoulder.
Cosworth flashes a wide, beaming smile and starts to say something -- perhaps a few words of congratulations -- but she doesn’t even get the first syllable out before her victorious girlfriend clasps both hands behind her head and pulls her into a forceful French kiss to earn the loudest ovation of the night thus far. Camille leans forward unto Yoona for support and lets her cane clatter to the ground, then without breaking the liplock, she surreptitiously wraps and fastens the belt around Park’s exposed breasts like a gilded brassiere. The fans are still cheering and the couple are still kissing when the pay-per-view feed cuts to commercial.
A doorbell rings…
And the Drums, then bass…and WOAAAHHHH!
The crowd knows the song, and now they know who the songs belongs too in FAWN.
FRATELLIS - CHELSEA DAGGER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEXHeTcxQy4
The FAWNatics seem mixed about Chelsea as she walks out from behind the curtain, she is in a maroon petty coat like dress, but the front is open except for a short skirt and fishnet stockings with black lace running around the edges. Dagger has a red and black corset under a red riding jacket. In her hand is a cane with assorted buttons and knobs. The Steampunk Maven wears boots with three inch heels. Around the newcomers neck is a pair of goggles mostly leather with brass rings for the eyes and pink colored lens. Topping it all is a very small black top hat with a lace train and flowers.
CHELSEA DAGGER
The busty blonde smiles and nods at those in attendance, but she doesn’t press flesh with any of them. Chelsea makes it to the corner of the ring near the steel ring stairs and a FAWN production person comes trotting up, the over-dressed Pneumatic Knockout begins removing layer after layer, the hat, the jacket, the petty coat and cane all get turned over to the lacky, and finally Chelsea removes the boots and heads into the ring with just the fishnets stalking covering her feet.
The Ring Announcer waits for the Burlesque Brawler to start climbing into the ring before he makes the first official in ring introduction, “Our next match is for the EurAsian Title and is one fall with a one hour time limit. Introducing first, from Glasgow Scotland…She’s stands five foot six inches and weighing in at one hundred and thirty four pounds…Our Lady of Gears…Chelsea Dagger!”
The Pneumatic Knockout slips through the ropes and gives the crowds a smile as she allows the referee to check over her togs before the battle. Chelsea tugs on the corset making some final adjustments as she waits for the champion to arrive. The FAWNatics gear up as Chelsea and Yoona’s tactics will mean a wild match tonight.
As the crowd simmers in anticipation of the EurAsian champion’s arrival, the arena lights go down and orchestra strings play over the arena speakers. Evidently, a new year and a new title also meant new music for Park, in this case a cover of Pacific Rim theme chosen by her girlfriend.
PACIFIC RIM (ORCHESTRAL COVER) - PARADEMICS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvrR2Lbfl_s
A few seconds later, the rhythm of the music picks up, and Yoona Park steps through the curtains onto center stage for her inaugural defense, wearing her usual black bustier-style one piece lined in metallic gold. Her forearms are sheathed in matching fingerless gloves that run up to her elbow, and on her legs are a pair of black sleeves with “YOONA” is written vertically in metallic gold block letters on the front of each shin that start just above her knees and run down to her ankles before terminating in thin stirrups that loop around the arches of her otherwise bare feet. Tied around her left thigh is a red silk ribbon, a suggestion which Camille had made many months ago, and on her right shoulder is the gaudy, gilded strap that now bears her name as the greatest warrior from Gibraltar to Hokkaido.
YOONA PARK
Unlike a couple of months ago when she had formally ascended to FAWN royalty, Yoona doesn’t obscure her exotic beauty with the macabre, skeletal face paint that had earned her the nickname Slim Reaper. Nevertheless, the look seems to be a hit with both the FAWN marketing department and Park’s fans, the former producing officially licensed facemasks bearing that grisly grin and the latter wearing them en masse in support of the ascendant Korean wrestler.
Among those who are not permanent residents of Park Place, however, the reception is mixed. Yoona’s actions at 2018’s inaugural pay-per-view event had made her an incredibly divisive figure. While the FAWNatics had been almost universal in their desire to see Lady Fiona Waterford brought to justice for so cruelly robbing Camille Cosworth of her tomorrow in the waning days of 2017, there were those who felt Park had gone too far in taking an eye for an eye and forcing Her Ladyship into medical retirement. Then again, with FAWN being FAWN, there was also a large contingent of fans who delighted in the raging nymphomaniac’s tactics, Old School attitude meeting New Era skills in a whirlwind of sex and violence that had captivated audiences and humiliated opponents over the past couple of years.
Yoona seems to take the less-than-unanimous support in stride, rolling her eyes as her lips stretch into a wry grin. She starts to walk towards the ring and her challenger, but she barely makes it one step before an arm extends from the curtain and latches onto her shoulder from behind, arresting her forward progress. A moment later, Camille Cosworth steps onto the stage as well, dressed in street clothes and kept upright by a cane in her right hand to keep the weight off of her leg that remains largely immobilized by her spine injury.
CAMILLE COSWORTH
Regardless of what they thought about Yoona, the FAWNatics are united in their support for Camille as they rise from their seats and give a thunderous ovation, letting her know that the Girl of Tomorrow may be gone but never forgotten. Cosworth chokes up briefly at the reception, doing her best to keep her emotions in check as she smiles and waves, then she limps over to her girlfriend’s side and throws an arm over Park’s shoulders for support.
“Wherever you go, I go,” Camille whispers to Yoona while she presses their foreheads together. “And besides, you gotta wait for the beat to drop…”
As the pace and intensity of the music builds to a crescendo, Cosworth quickly unties the silk ribbon from Park’s thigh, then uses the strip of fabric to lash her lame leg together with Yoona’s. Her handiwork done, she winks and nods her head at the Korean.
“Alright, champ. Let’s cancel the apocalypse.”
Yoona can’t quite keep the smile off her face even as she rolls her eyes and scoffs, “Cam, you’re such a huge fucking doof --”
“Not now, Yoona! Beat’s dropping, go go go go go!”
Just over a minute from when Park first stepped onto the stage the dramatic leitmotif of her music kicks in, and thanks to Cosworth’s prompting, the couple start their march towards the ring with perfect timing. Yoona’s left leg providing the motion for Camille’s right, the pair make their way down the ring in literal lockstep and arm-in-arm, showing the raucous live crowd and audiences the world over that they’re still of one heart, remaining Drift-compatible in spite of recent trials and tribulations. Not paying any attention to the challenger in the center of the squared circle, Park takes her girl on a lap around the outside to soak in the cheers before she hands her title belt to a ringside attendant. She helps Cosworth settle into a seat at the announcer’s table just as she receives her first official introduction as champion.
”And introducing your NEW EurAsian champion… from Seoul, South Korea and coming in at five foot seven and one hundred twenty eight pounds… she’s the Slim Reaper… YOONA PARK!”
<<Shit fuck titty cunt!>> Camille cheerfully calls out in Korean, prompting Yoona to break into a fit of giggles as she slides into the ring.
Apparently still under the impression that what she said means something along the lines of Good luck and Do your best, Cosworth turns towards broadcast announcers Joanna Coleman and Gordy Solis and gives a quizzical shrug. Meanwhile, referee Craig Long has finished checking Chelsea’s gear and now he approaches Yoona, visibly and understandably on edge given Park’s actions against Fiona Waterford.
“Just a reminder, Yoona… Uhh… no smashing faces with cameras or anything like that, okay?”
Yoona looks at the man like he’s an idiot, then she scoffs, “What about the microphone I have hidden in my vagina? Can I beat her to death with that?”
His face turning ghastly pale, the official stutters incomprehensibly for several seconds before Camille helpfully informs, “It’s a joke, Craig! She doesn’t have anything hidden in… in there…”
“Feel free to check,” Park adds without missing a beat. “I only ask that you warm up your hands first.”
This time, Long finds himself breathing a soft sigh of relief. While Yoona Park would always be a handful even in the best of times, he much preferred to referee a swaggering and braggadocious Yoona rather than a silent and stoic Yoona who had done her damndest to live up to the name Slim Reaper. Politely declining the wrestler’s offer to let him perform a gynecological exam, Craig turns towards the timekeeper and calls for the opening bell to the match.
The challenger from Glasgow is out of her corner immediately, eager to make the most out of an incredible opportunity afforded to her after a huge win over Ivy Armstrong a few months ago at FAWNAMANIA. She stops short of charging headlong into the champion, breaking off in a circle that put her just out of reach of Yoona’s legs. Park begins circling as well to keep pace with the Scottish lass, though her expression and body language are much more relaxed and flippant than that of the intensely focused Dagger.
“Babe, say something cool before I wreck her shit!” Yoona demands of her girlfriend while the pair of wrestlers continue to stalk around the center of the ring.
Camille furrows her brow and chews on her bottom lip as if deep in thought, then her face brightens when she has a Eureka! moment shortly afterwards.
“Yoona’s here to chew bubblegum and kick butt!” she shouts. “And chewing bubblegum is already someone else’s gimmick!”
Park stops on a dime and spins about to look at Cosworth, her disapproval and disgust plainly visible on her face.
“Wha -- What the fuck was that?!” the Korean incredulously snorts. “Goddamn it, you were supposed to say something cool! Hooooooly fucking shit, Cam… what you said was so lame that you just regained your virginity…”
“Hmmph! Well, I thought it was a clever subversion of a classic...” Camille grumbles before crossing her arms in front of her chest and blowing a raspberry.
Yoona opens her mouth to fire off another retort, but before she can make a sound, Chelsea rushes her from behind. The Pneumatic Knockout slides to her knees and threads one arm between her opponent’s thighs to roll the inattentive champion down to the mat. Stacked on her shoulders and with her haunches pointed towards the ceiling, Park desperately flails and squirms in Dagger’s grasp while the referee counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THR -- NO!
...before Yoona breaks free with not even a second to spare to avoid setting a shameful record for quickest loss in a title defense. The champion immediately clambers upright, but fueled by the excitement of the near fall, the challenger is quicker still. With Park yet to fully regain her bearings, Chelsea storms forward and cracks a stinging Knife-Edge Chop across the top of the Korean’s cleavage. Yoona yelps in pain as her bustier-styled one piece offers no protection against the Steam Punk Maven’s Dagger Slash, and she instinctively turns around to prevent a follow up blow to the same spot.
Presented with her opponent’s back for the second time, Chelsea eschews another attempt at a flash pin. Instead she grasps Park by the shoulders, leaps into the air while tucking her knees, and lays out on the deck. The EurAsian champion is pulled along for a short falls with an every rough landing as her back smashes against Dagger’s shins and knees.
DAGGER IN THE BACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKyrNcjcmLc
The impact from the Lungblower which Chelsea had dubbed Dagger in the Back sends Yoona bouncing back up a few inches, then she turns in midair and belly-flops to the mat. Wincing and grimacing, she pushes her way to hands and knees, and out of the corner of her right eye she spots the challenger rapidly approaching. Park brings her arm in front of her head just in the nick of time to partially block the Burlesque Kick that Dagger had aimed at her face, though the momentum still sends her on an ungainly roll to the corner. Caught off-guard by the busty blonde’s blitzkrieg assault to start the match, Yoona hooks an arm over the bottom rope before hauling herself up on wobbly legs with the help of the turnbuckles, but Chelsea is relentless.
Even as Park is trying to steady herself, Dagger is sprinting at her full steam ahead from the opposite corner, and by the time the EurAsian champion turns around towards the center of the ring, Chelsea is already in flight. Dagger’s delectable derriere serving as a battering ram, the Burlesque Bash hits flush against the Korean’s chest and sends Yoona flipping up and over the top rope before she crashes onto the apron and spills to the floor.
BURLESQUE BASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGaCTtBGjKI
Riding high on a wave of adrenaline after her hot start, Chelsea quickly climbs atop the nearest set of turnbuckles despite not being known for her aerial assaults. She sees Park scramble away towards the announcer’s table before she can launch, however, so instead she raises her arms in a victorious V. In return, a vocal contingent of FAWNatics reward her with a chant that puts a wide, lopsided grin on her face.
CHEL-SEA DAG-GER!
CHEL-SEA DAG-GER!
CHEL-SEA DAG-GER!
Meanwhile, Yoona is decidedly less impressed. Once she’s sure she’s out of Chelsea’s aerial bombardment range, she props herself up against the table just in front of Camille. Park wrinkles her nose as she listens to the audience, then she lightly smacks herself on the side of her head with an open palm as if to rattle a few more senses back into place.
“...the fuck are they saying…?” she mutters. “What in the blue hell is a Chelsea dagger?”
“...that’s… that’s her name…” Cosworth says, looking and sounding worried. “Holy crap, Yoona, how hard did you get hit…?”
Yoona doesn’t bother to answer the question, instead doing a double take as she rapidly looks back and forth between her opponent and her girlfriend.
After a moment of confused silence, Park finally blurts, “THAT’S who she is?! Fuck! I thought she was one of the Kane twins!”
“WHAT?!” Camille exclaims, her voice rising an octave and a half. “OH. MY. GOD. How could you not -- they even said her name during her entrance --”
“Babe, you KNOW I don’t pay attention to --”
“-- and the Kanes aren’t twins! They don’t even look alike… AT ALL!”
“Yeah, but they could be fraternal twins. Like Danny DeVito and --”
“THEY’RE NOT TWINS!” Cosworth screeches.
“Yeah, whatever. Agree to disagree,” Yoona huffs with a dismissive wave of her hand, before Craig forces her to re-enter the ring lest she be counted out.
Rolling in under the bottom rope just as the challenger dismounts from the far corner, Park pops to her feet and holds her arms out at her sides.
“You know why they call me ‘Slim Reaper?’” she asks Chelsea, even though she doesn’t wait for a response before she rushes forward.
The Pneumatic Knockout meets the champion halfway, blonde and brunette colliding in an Elbow and Collar tie up in the center of the ring. The stalemate lasts for but a moment before Yoona spins free of her opponent’s grasps and smoothly traps Chelsea’s skull between her ribcage and her left bicep in a grinding Side Headlock.
“‘Cause it rhymes with ‘Yoona,’” the Korean chuckles in response to her own question as she delivers a Hammerfist with her right hand to the crown of Dagger’s skull.
The punch jars Chelsea free from the Headlock and she stumbles backwards, grimacing as she cradles her head with one arm. Even so, she manages to fight through the worst of it by the time she backs into the ropes, and Dagger comes rebounding back with her right arm locked and loaded for a Clothesline. Park ducks under the outstretched arm and snags Chelsea’s left wrist as the blonde passes by, but the Steam Punk Maven uses the connection to her own advantage by arresting her own wayward inertia and then hauling the ex-ballerina in for a Short-Arm Clothesline.
To the Scottish wrestler’s frustration, Yoona shows her championship mettle by once more ducking under the Clothesline. The pair of wrestlers are still connected by an arm each, however, and Chelsea decides that the third time must be the charm. She slams on the brakes and pivots about as she reels in the Korean for another try at her Pneumatic Assault, but this time it’s Yoona that strikes first. Granted additional momentum by the challenger pulling her forward, Park leaps off her left foot and pistons her posted right leg up towards her opponent’s face in mid-flight. Yoona’s right knee smashes into the left side of Chelsea’s jaw with a loud CLACK that draws a wave of sympathetic OOOOH’s from the FAWNatics, and the blonde drops to her knees like a puppet with its strings cut.
RIPCORD FLYING KNEE (@0:20):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjVQZ9WPUHw
Yoona pulls her challenger forward into a Front Facelock, the hellacious Ripcord Flying Knee seemingly having taken the air out of the Pneumatic Knockout. Chelsea puts up little resistance when Park locks both of her arms behind her back in a Double Underhook, and with a quick and violent pop of the hips, Yoona sends her up, over, and down with a Butterfly Suplex that powers her spine into the deck. Rather than hold the bridge for a pin, however, the EurAsian champion rolls through with the impact, tumbling over her own head to come to a seat in the challenger’s lap. With her opponent’s arms still trapped in her Double Underhook, Park scissors her legs around Dagger’s waist and leans backwards to fold the blonde in half with a Butterfly Lock.
BUTTERFLY SUPLEX & ROLLING BUTTERFLY LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbxnz-9M5SA
Chelsea screams long and loud, the eruption of pain in her shoulders, spine, hips, and hamstrings immediately dispelling any lingering wooziness from the Knee Strike and Suplex. Yoona roughly jostles and shakes her challenger, a triumphant grin stretching across her lips as she anticipates a quick and enthusiastic submission from the Steam Punk Maven, but instead all she receives is a demand from the referee to break the hold. Irritated by this unwelcome and unforeseen development, she follows Craig’s line of sight and cranes her neck to look behind her even as she continues to pour pressure into the Butterfly Lock.
To her great chagrin, Park sees that Chelsea has a single, stockinged toe just barely resting on the bottom rope. She had evidently thrown Dagger literally just a fraction of an inch too far, and now she must relinquish what would otherwise be a decisive submission hold. Yoona works the official’s five count to its limit, thrashing about and causing Chelsea to screech and wail the entire time, then she finally relents when Long threatens a disqualification that would preserve her reign but mar her Win-Loss record.
“Luck o’ the Irish, eh?” she remarks to Camille as she walks away from the recovering challenger. “Bet she has a pot of gold and a whole fistful of four leaf clovers shoved up her ass!”
Cosworth starts to inform her girlfriend that the Pneumatic Knockout from Glasgow is neither a Kane sister nor Irish, but then she realizes she would only be wasting her breath. Camille shakes her head and rolls her eyes at Yoona from the announcer’s table, which earns her a mischievous smirk in return. Having learned her lesson from the near fall at the start of the match, Park doesn’t banter further as she directs her attention back to Chelsea, just now gingerly rising to a stand on the other side of the ring.
The Slim Reaper arrives as the Pneumatic Knockout reaches her feet. Chelsea’s corset has the same issue as Yoona’s bustier, and Park gives the blonde a stinging chop across the cleavage as Chelsea had done earlier. The Burlesque Brawler turns a 180 and folds her arm across the tingly flesh, Yoona grins as she follows after the blonde. The Korean sees the Scot heading towards one of the corners and decides a little rough housing is in order. Coming up from behind Yoona grabs two handfuls of blonde locks and runs Chelsea towards the turnbuckles, clearly wanting to feed the Steampunk Maven a turnbuckle sandwich.
The crowd loud for no reason other than the action being that damn good, some cheer for the Korean, some cheer the Glasgow native Yoona is forcing Chelsea forward about to say something clever, when the blonde gets both hands up on the top ropes and a foot on the middle turnbuckle. For a split second Yoona is unsure if she should push forward or pull back, and the blonde takes the initiative and fires a back elbow into the champ’s stomach. Park’s eyes bulge and cheeks puff, then a second back elbow finds Yoona’s bustier covered orbs bringing a whimpering moan from the champ as her arms fall from Chelsea’s locks.
The Steampunk Maven turns on the wounded Champ, “Ye’re a big one fer talk? Aye, tonight I’ll be shutting your gob and takin your belt.”
Yoona grunts as her response is caught in her throat, but worse the Pneumatic Knockout dips down grabbing the back of Park’s thighs and lifts the Slim Reaper carrying her a few steps forward before genuflecting. Pain explodes from the brunette’s center as her crotch comes down on Chelsea’s posted leg thanks to the Inverted Atomic Drop. At ringside Cosworth can only cover her mouth with a hand as she gasps, watching Yoona slump off the blonde’s leg and into a groaning ball on the canvas. The move does confirm Park was not hiding anything in there, as it would have probably caused her to pass out if there was an object hidden.
Chelsea motions Craig over as the referee has allowed the two women to continue the action as it has been a clean of a match as Long could have hoped for. Dagger force Park out of the protective ball and hooks the far leg.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Slim Reaper shoots an arm into the arm pulling her shoulder off the canvas with a full second to spare. Chelsea looks at referee Long accusingly and holds up three fingers, but Craig shakes his head and says, “TWO”
The Pneumatic Knockout gives her corset a tug adjusting the garment before reaching out and hair hauling the Asian beauty to her feet again. Still not one hundred percent Yoona stands on rubbery legs, but only for a moment before Dagger takes her by the wrist and dips down, the blonde’s other arm going between the brunette’s legs and lifting the champ into a fireman’s carry. Chelsea turns so she’s facing Camille at the announcers position, the Steam Punk Maven shows off her power dipping slightly and then popping up sending Yoona up over the blonde’s head. The free falling Korean tries to yell something, but it’s cut off as Park comes down across the Scot’s thigh again, this time stomach first thanks to the Glasgow Gutbuster.
GLASGOW GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYQTafLnCUw
The champion sounds like a wounded animal after her flat abs are abused again, but by turning and playing to Cosworth, Dagger unwittingly came closer to the ropes and Yoona -- either by plan or just ring savvy -- rolls out under the bottom rope. When the Slim Reaper lands in a heap at ringside Camille almost gets up to go to her, but is gently restrained as her presence would only make things worse. The challenger curses the bad luck, and starts to head out after Yoona, but Craig steps in and orders Dagger to stay back and allow him to count Park outside the ring.
Camille unable to help directly starts a “YOO-NA” chant and gets many of the FAWNatics to join in.
“YOO-NA!”
“YOO-NA!”
“YOO-NA!”
The dark haired beauty reaches up using the ring apron to help herself try and get back to vertical, Referee Long having reached the mid-point of his count. Behind Craig’s back though Dagger slips out of the ring and begins to circle around to the woozy champ.
Camille screams out a warning as Dagger rounds the ring post and heads towards Park, her arm extended for a clothesline. It’s hard to say if the warning saved Yoona or her own quick actions, but the champ shoots her bare foot catching Chelsea in the stomach with a front kick. The Korean woman has to hang on to the ring apron to keep from falling, but she delivers a second kick that’s more of a punt to Dagger’s large bosom. The challenger drops to her knees arms folded across her chest as she pants trying to catch her breath after the dual kicks. Yoona steps away from the ring apron, wobbly but able to remain upright and grabs a handful of sweat soaked blonde hair and pulls Chelsea up and beings to shove her back into the ring.
The Slim Reaper gets the blonde on to the ring apron, then instead of shoving Dagger back into the ring Park turns the Steampunk Maven so her head hangs over the ring apron. With her left hand Yoona pulls Chelsea’s hair down so she can’t move, then the Korean raises her right arm and drives her elbow into the cleft of Dagger’s big orbs. The blow sends Chelsea into spasms as Yoona does finally shove her back into the ring and follows right behind.
The Pneumatic Knockout struggles to her haunches with one hand pressed to her aching sternum, then a moment later, her opponent dashes past her from behind. Dagger doesn’t have time to process exactly what’s happening before Park rebounds from the set of ropes in front of the penitent blonde, and then Yoona takes flight, her heels tucked underneath her rear and leading with her knees. The bony joints smash into Chelsea’s collarbones, and she’s knocked backwards to the canvas with Park sitting atop her chest as the Korean smoothly transitions her Basement Meteora into a Schoolgirl Pin.
BASEMENT METEORA WITH PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTiCPED1DQM
The lusty champion scoots her way forward into a Front Facesit, and she furiously grinds her hips back and forth while Craig counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THR--NO!
...before Chelsea bucks her way free, perhaps aided by the fact that Yoona had sacrificed pinning leverage for a more satisfying, salacious ride. The Slim Reaper doesn’t seem too bothered by the near fall, however, and she immediately pivots into a seat behind the discombobulated challenger while threading her thighs around Dagger’s waist. Renowned for her flexibility, Park proves there’s steel in her dancer’s legs as well by clamping down on a Bodyscissor which forces the breath from Chelsea’s lungs in an agonized gasp. The buxom blonde pries at those constricting limbs for a couple of seconds, and when that proves fruitless she reaches forward to grasp at Yoona’s delicate feet, but that plan is foiled as well when the Korean locks her arms in a Full Nelson.
FULL NELSON BODYSCISSOR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfeKvm2CQKo
Interlacing her fingers behind Dagger’s neck to put pressure on the Scottish grappler’s neck and shoulders as well, Park lays on her side and continues to wear down her challenger’s defenses. Chelsea frantically kicks her feet and scrabbles against the canvas with one hand to inch towards the edge of the ring, while she waves off the official with the other hand to preempt any ideas Long might have about calling the match. Yoona seems unconcerned about Dagger’s slow but steady progress to a rope break, and having regained control of the match for the moment, the Korean cranes her head around to resume bantering with her girlfriend at the announcer’s table.
“Now, Cam! Roast her with your sickest burn while I’m holding her down!”
Camille rolls her eyes again and lets out an exasperated sigh, though she still obliges Yoona’s request by half-heartedly taunting, “Yoona’s like the Michael Jordan of basketball, and Chelsea’s like the Michael Jordan of baseball…”
Yoona wrinkles her nose in confusion, though she doesn’t let up on either the Bodyscissor or the Full Nelson, then she asks, “Michael Jordan...? You mean the guy who’s the black panther that’s not Black Panther?”
“Ugh… no, Yoona… That’s the wrong Michael Jordan,” Cosworth groans in response, already regretting having said anything at all.
“Oh, I see. What about the Michael Jordan who’s the boxer that’s not Rocky?”
“What?! No! Oh my God, Yoona… I can’t even tell if you’re trolling me right now or --”
“Or are you talking about the Michael Jordan who’s the Human Torch that’s not Captain America?”
“Space Jam...” Camille says through clenched teeth while she pinches the bridge of her nose with one hand. “I’m talking about the Michael Jordan from Space Jam and the Crying Face memes.”
“Ohhhhhhhh… I gotcha…” Yoona responds, her face brightening with recognition. “Shit, you should’ve just said that to begin with. But what does some one-hit-wonder actor have to do with anything?”
Cosworth starts to chastise Park for her ignorance of American sports history, but the lecture doesn’t get very far before Craig Long interrupts and orders Yoona to release the hold now that Chelsea has made it to the ropes. This time Park complies without working the count, but as soon as she’s on her feet, she wheels about and punts Dagger in the side of the head. The kick sends the challenger rolling out onto the apron and earns the champion a smattering of boos, though the fans immediately change their tune when Yoona rolls down the top of her bustier to expose her breasts. The bare-chested Slim Reaper rolls out onto the floor next to her opponent still lying on the apron, then she leans forward and scrubs her modest cleavage in Chelsea’s face.
“TITTY SMOTHER!” Park announces to the cheering masses, although the unmuffled sounds of Dagger cursing and swearing in her Scottish brogue make it clear that the Korean’s B-cup breasts aren’t up to the task.
Yoona appears content to maintain the farce for as long as she can, but Chelsea will have none of it. With the champion arrogantly neglecting to restrain her arms in any way, the Steampunk Maven reaches up and forcefully smacks her hands on her captor’s ears. The Double Ear Clapper disorients Yoona and forces her to stumble away, then Dagger takes advantage by rolling out onto the floor, grabbing her by an arm, and whipping her into a nearby set of ring steps. Park screeches as she collides with the steel, then she falls into a heap on the ground to sympathetic groans from the FAWNatics and a cringing wince from Camille.
Chelsea stalks after the crumpled champion, but rather than punishing Yoona outside the ring, she simply shovels Korean back under the bottom rope before climbing onto the apron herself. Still not quite recovered from having her bell rung, Park instinctively crawls to the nearest corner and starts hauling herself upright with the help of the turnbuckles. She hears Cosworth urgently shout a warning, but it’s already too late. As soon as Yoona regains her feet, Chelsea jumps onto her from the same top rope of the same corner, practically sitting on her shoulders before riding her down to the mat with a Seated Senton.
SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJs-L1k19lU
Crushed under her challenger’s one hundred and thirty plus pounds, Park lets out an agonized, wheezing groan, though she still maintains the presence of mind to hook one leg over the bottom rope. Dagger notices but doesn’t care, and she gets a bit of payback by shifting forward and subjecting Yoona to a grinding Front Facesit of her own. Already gasping for air thanks to having her chest smashed by the Senton, Park seems like she’s halfway to Dreamland by the time the referee finally enforces the rope break and gets Chelsea to relinquish the Facesit.
Knowing that she has to seize every opportunity in order to dethrone the champion, Dagger snatches Park’s ankle from the bottom rope and drags the Slim Reaper back to the center of the ring by one leg. A concerned murmur ripples through the crowd when Chelsea starts to peel off the leg sleeve that protects Yoona’s left ankle and foot, but the realization of what Dagger is attempting to do galvanizes the Korean wrestler. Park twists and flops on the mat, managing to roll over onto her stomach before getting semi-upright with her hands and right foot planted on the mat, even while her left leg is stretched out behind her and in Chelsea’s possession.
Already imagining the unbearable agony she’s in for should the Pneumatic Knockout be allowed to target the nerve clusters in her foot, Yoona shifts her weight onto her hands and pistons her right leg backwards in a blind Mule Kick. The blow lands just above Dagger’s navel, and although the blonde grunts loudly upon impact, she holds onto Park’s ankle and pulls away the protective gear. Yoona fires off another Mule Kick and this one deflects off her opponent’s hip, even less effective than the first, and Chelsea retaliates by driving a set of hard knuckles into the sole of her foot.
Despite her best efforts, a tortured, high-pitched wail forces its way from Park’s throat. She extends an arm towards the ropes only to find they’re far out of reach, and with her eyes already welling with tears of pain and her foot feeling like it’s been set ablaze, Yoona buries her fingers in her hair and clenches her hands into fists. Tearing at her own locks seems to help a bit, and with a surge of pain-fueled adrenaline, the Slim Reaper resumes throwing Mule Kicks in a blind, frenzied fashion. The first three miss everything, but on the fourth she hits pay dirt as her heel smashes into Dagger’s left kneecap.
The desperate strength behind the blow nearly hyperextends the joint and forces it to bend the wrong way, and Chelsea collapses to the canvas with a scream while clutching her knee with both hands. Freed from her opponent’s grasps, Yoona scampers on all fours to retrieve her leg sleeve from where Dagger had discarded it. Park tries to massage away the hurt as best as she can before putting on the protective gear, opting to shore up her own defenses instead of pressing the advantage against the downed Steampunk Maven.
The time Yoona spends tending to her foot allows Chelsea to seize the initiative, although the Scottish lass has a bit of a hitch in her step as well while she circles behind the champion. Camille shouts for Park to check her six, but it’s already too late when Dagger clubs a Double Axehandle Smash into the back of her neck just as she’s getting upright. The blow leaves her double over at the waist albeit standing, and the Slim Reaper quickly finds her head trapped between Chelsea’s thighs while the crowd buzzes with anticipation of the challenger’s finishing move.
Before the Steampunk Maven can show her opponent the Shape of Things to Come, however, Yoona finds a second wind and powers to a full stand, lifting Chelsea into the air in the process. Draped upside-down along Park’s back, Dagger flails her arms and tries to find a handhold to escape her now precarious situation, but it’s a futile effort when Yoona sends her back down the way she came up just a couple of seconds later. The Slim Reaper hooks her hands into the crooks of the blonde’s knees, then she explosively crunches forward while dropping to a seat, effectively whipping Chelsea into the deck with a spine-crushing Sitout Alabama Slam.
SITOUT ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4rUp9Cw6_Q
Dagger’s body bounces back up a few inches before settling back on the canvas, her spine spasmodically arched and her teeth clenched to hold back a scream. Park eschews a simple pin in favor of scampering forward into a kneeling straddle on her challenger’s hips, then she raises Chelsea’s left leg at a ninety degree angle, hugs it to her chest, and wiggles her bottom back and forth in a tawdry, crotch-on-crotch grind.
“SNU SNU?!” Yoona calls to the crowd, signalling for her finisher with a wide grin splitting her face from ear to ear.
The fans’ response, however, is not what she’d hoped for.
While the denizens of Park Place roar back in the affirmative as they always did, the rest of the FAWNatics answer only with boos. The Korean’s brutal leg stretch had torn apart Fiona Waterford’s tendons and forced Her Ladyship into retirement, and despite the promise of debaucherous fan-service, most of the audience would rather not see Dagger suffer the same fate as the crippled Duchess. For now, their vocal disapproval gives the Slim Reaper pause, her features contorting into bewilderment while she lets go of Chelsea’s leg and swivels about on her perch to look at each corner of the arena.
“What the fuck…” Yoona quietly mutters to herself, and that’s as far as she gets.
Given a few seconds’ reprieve, the Steampunk Maven delves into her reserves. She suddenly sits up and blasts a wicked Forearm Smash into the side of unsuspecting champion’s head, knocking Yoona into an ungainly sprawl. Chelsea immediately scrambles to her feet, and with the Korean still down on one knee, Dagger grabs a bunch of dark hair with left hand while dropping Haymakers with her right, despite the protestations of referee Craig Long. The punches don’t land clean, however, as Yoona raises an arm in defense and absorbs most of the blows, and on the fourth strike, she manages to catch Chelsea’s wrist in her hand.
The champion instantly shifts from defense to offense, threading her other arm through Dagger’s thighs and pulling the blonde battler onto her shoulders in a snug Torture Rack. Yoona pops to a stand with a roar of effort, and the momentum of the maneuver sends Chelsea up and over her head. Park quickly pistons her knee upwards, allowing gravity to do the rest by bringing the blonde challenger crashing down head-first across her posted leg. The bony joint smashes into the base of Dagger’s skull and the Pneumatic Knockout slops into a heap on the mat, propped up on her knees and forehead with her arms protectively swaddling the back of her head.
INVERTED GTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA4OcVfMO_4
Nearly decapitated by the Inverted GTS, Chelsea is left defenseless when Yoona sets up for the finish. The champion scoots forward and sits cross-legged at her challenger’s left side and Park wraps her left leg around Dagger’s left thigh before wedging her ankle into the crook of Dagger’s left knee. She grasps the Scottish wrestler’s foot in both hands, then leans back and yanks, forcing the captured limb to bend around the fulcrum of her shin. Like jamming a rock into the jaws of a nutcracker, Chelsea’s soft calf is crushed against hard, bony ridge, and she howls in misery as she pushes arches her back and pushes her upper body off the deck.
Craig is quick to offer the beleaguered lass a chance to surrender, and her shrieks of pain render her incapable of vocalizing a firm answer, the obstinate challenger frantically shakes her head back and forth. Unfortunately, the refusal to submit only causes Yoona to heap on more pain as she tears away Chelsea’s fishnet stocking and begins meticulously kneading her thumbs into the arch of the blonde’s foot. For the uninitiated, it seems that Dagger is being treated to a tender massage, but when her screams rise dramatically in both volume and pitch, it becomes painfully clear that Park is manipulating her sensitive pressure points in all the wrong ways.
Not wanting to give up a golden opportunity so easily, the Steampunk Maven thrashes about with her arms and free leg for another dozen seconds, but it is a futile effort. Unlike Chelsea’s attempt to use the same tactic earlier in the match, Yoona has carefully positioned the pair of them in a way to neutralize any possible escape or counterattack. Dagger plants both palms against the mat and raises up to let out a final, bloodcurdling wail, then she collapses to the deck and repeatedly slaps her palm against the canvas to concede the game of Footsie, and with it, her bid for the EurAsian title.
FOOTSIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wNJECekuzc
Long signals to the timekeeper, and Yoona breathes a quiet sigh of relief when the bell rings and the announcer officially proclaims her inaugural defense to be a successful one, despite a number of moments fraught with peril. She untangles herself from her vanquished opponent and rolls out to the floor, ignoring Craig’s offer to raise her hand in the center of the ring. Instead she heads in a beeline towards the announcer’s table where Camille is waiting for her, standing with the help of a cane in one hand and holding the FAWN EurAsian title belt over the opposite shoulder.
Cosworth flashes a wide, beaming smile and starts to say something -- perhaps a few words of congratulations -- but she doesn’t even get the first syllable out before her victorious girlfriend clasps both hands behind her head and pulls her into a forceful French kiss to earn the loudest ovation of the night thus far. Camille leans forward unto Yoona for support and lets her cane clatter to the ground, then without breaking the liplock, she surreptitiously wraps and fastens the belt around Park’s exposed breasts like a gilded brassiere. The fans are still cheering and the couple are still kissing when the pay-per-view feed cuts to commercial.