AV 17 Rookie tournament: Zoey Jao Oh vs. Eliza Morgan

Oh, fuck off.

Legitimately. This bitch could fuck off. So she caught Zoey off guard once, maybe once and a half, and she was already looking for some kind of medal. God, was she asking for it. Zoey just wanted to stand up, pull her hand back, and give the All-Americunt a swift hook to the jaw and watch her drop like a sack of bricks. Then she’d see who's laughing.

That wasn’t happening now, though. Not even close. All Zoey could manage with her trembling hands was to get herself up on one knee. The entire world seemed like it was balancing on a needle. Everything mixed together in a haze, losing herself in the confusion mixed with the jeers from the Russian audience. Eliza was going to live a little longer, but she’d best get herself ready. Once the TKD maven was on her two feet, there was going to be a tempest headed straight her way.

Seems the Texan was going to bring the storm first though, as she came charging in with an enziguri. It was a slick move. One she wasn’t exactly expecting, even long after the kick connected with the side of her head.

“GAH!”

Zoey fell back from the ropes and hit the canvas with a thump. She clutched the side of her head, rolling back and forth on the ground like she’d taken a frying pan to the skull. Sure as hell felt like it. God damn this woman could hit. Things couldn’t keep going this way. Not for her first round. She needed to find an opening and fast.

Ohhh yeeeeaaahhh. Now that's how you shut them cocky girls up.

And get the crowd on your side as they cheer for the Texan. Showing that she's not the only one that could kick. And kick hard. Being quite the crowd pleaser, Eliza knew she had to start the first round in the first ever rookie tournament in style. She had to stand out. And so far, she's doing a pretty good job of that.

The move itself was quite risky, the opponent could have ducked under and would have looked like a complete idiot. But between the overhead punch and the dropkick, Eliza would bet on the farm that she rang Zoey's bell enough for it to work.

What followed was a perfect enziguri that dropped the TKD maven like a sack of bricks. No talking, just a whole lotta grunts and moans of pain from the Korean-American.

And it sure as hell didn't take long either.

With both on the canvas, Zoey rolling back and forth and clutching her head, the All-American scrambles towards the Korean-American on her knees, looking to hook Zoey's TKD sculpted legs and go for a simple pin. The ref getting down to start the count...

"ONE!"

Her brain must be resembling a bunch of mashed potatoes at this point.

To say she was embarrassed was the understatement of the year. Zoey was downright livid by how easily she was being tossed around by this chick. The snickering she could just barely pick up from the Russian crowd despite the ringing in her head. The biggest match of her life and Eliza was here to sweep the spotlight right out from under her. The Texan bitch was clearly enjoying herself a bit too much with this whole thing. Not that she hadn’t earned it, but it still pissed the Korean-American right the hell off.

The last thing she wanted was for this match to end in a shoutout, but that seemed to be the direction things were headed. Not a second after she tumbled away from the kick, Eliza had already swooped in and hooked her leg in for the pin. By the time Zoey had realized what was going on, the first count had already passed.

“TWO!”

Nuh uh. Not fucking happening. Eliza wanted a real fight? She’d get a real fucking fight.

Zoey brought her leg back and kicked out just as the referee went for the three count. She fell to the side and onto her stomach. Her second wind was coming on, which was good. She was pissed off though, which was better. Slapping her hands against the canvas, she’d stand up, bear her fists, and stomp right up to Zoey.

The next thing the Texan would see is a barrage of fists headed straight towards her. One after another with blinding speed fit only of a true martial arts master.

Everything was all going well. She sure didn't expect the tide to be in her favor but all that Eliza knew was to be on the offense and beat down the TKD maven as fast as possible. And it did work.

The Russian crowd certainly loved the sight of Eliza's impressive chain of attacks that led to Zoey's brain turning into mushy peas. The Korean-American wasn't the only one who could kick and she unfortunately had the chance to witness it for herself. And feel it too.

Eliza didn't really expect that Zoey would have been done. Sure, she could kick hard, but it was still too early. Although, this is the AFW. There's probably that one person in the roster that she doesn't know about. If there was, she'd like to meet that person.

"TWO!" Then again, it could really happen here. The Texan hasn't prepared for it, surely she would have kicked out just coming to two. Is this gonna happen? The shortest match that resulted in a win for the Texan? Holy shit she might!

"TH-" Nope! Kickout at two.

Goddammit. Way to get the hopes up.

Alright, still has some energy left in the tank. Eliza was a mix between disappointment and relief. Disappointed that she didn't get the chance to have the fastest win in all of AFW, especially in her first PPV and relief that the match wasn't gonna end when the fun was about to begin.

Hey, a girl could dream.

Now, she just need to beat her down till she can't kickout from a pin. Or make her submit, either way works. But just as Eliza came up, Zoey came in with a punching barrage at a machine gun rate. Eliza was no Jackie Chan and not excatly in the matrix either so all she could do was to get her guard up as the fists batter at her arms, one did catch around Eliza's side of her ribcage and one tagging the forehead. She can't have that.

Only one thing she could do probably, her left leg rising up and attempting a thrust kick to the belly, just to keep the mad punching tornado away from her!

Alright! Now she was getting somewhere!

Eliza must have thought she was all big and bad because she got a few cheap hits in. Fine, bitch could punch and kick. So what? Now that Zoey had a taste of how she fought, she could start getting back on the rebound. She knew what to expect from up-and-comer now, even if she hadn’t seen everything.

Heck, the bimbo was probably starting to clue into things now. The moment blondie heard Zoey cry out in anger, she must have realized that she’d just kicked the fucking hornet’s nest. Hope she was ready to die the death of a thousand stingers. Buzz buzz, bitch.

The Taekwondo maven didn’t have any intention of slowing down for a second. Eliza could guard all she wanted. Just like everyone else, it would eventually. Hard knuckles had a way of doing that when they were being thrown by someone seriously pissed off. Zoey threw one hook after another, backing Eliza away towards the ropes bit by bit, the berserker kept things going didn’t relent for even a breath of air. Her eyes were focused on blondie and blondie alone.

Which wasn’t the best use of her intuition, as a hard foot found purchase in her stomach. With a bit of spittle flying from her mouth, Zoey skidded back on her feet a couple paces before biting down and giving her fellow kicker a hard glare.

“That all you fucking got, Tex?!”

Hurrying back as soon as her legs would let her, Zoey would lunge forward before hopping up off her feet. Swinging a leg forward, she’d aim her shin right at Eliza’s temple, looking to hit her hard with a jumping roundhouse kick. She wanted to kick? She’d show her a fucking kick.

It's not enough that Zoey has to ruin her dream of having the quickest win of A Avalanche....no, in AFW History....but now she's getting on the rebound. Goddammit.

Eliza certainly wasn't a Kung Fu master herself so any chance of her doing some cool palm deflections and parries or whatever isn't gonna be seen. All that Miss Tex has is her toughness, if one debut hadn't proved that. So she had to shield herself as Hurricane Zoey came in with a barrage of punches.

Of course, there is always a limit to how much you could do. Zoey certainly can't keep the fast paced offense up for as long as she liked, eventually she will tire like the rest of them. On the flip side, Eliza cant block forever, her guard could only take so much and soon her arms would be left stinging from the TKD hornet.

Buzz buzz indeed.

So the better idea would be to stop the offense to a halt. Luckily the mad TKD Hornet was so focused on offence that she didn't think of, well I dunno, defending herself. A hard kick soon shut down Zoey's Berserker Barrage and done some REAL damage, knocking some air and some spit out of her mouth

Meet the Yellow Jacket, motherfucker.

Alright, she got Zoey off her. Now she has some space to breathe finally. Shaking her arms from the Hornet's stinging punches, the TKD Maven would taunt if that's all she got. All before she would lunge right back towards the All-American and leap up off her feet, going for a jumping roundhouse kick. Dammit, she can't block that one, have some mercy for her arms!

What about dodging? That could work...Ok, time to channel your defensive boxer spirit like, I dunno, Floyd Mayweather would have to do, he knows how to avoid things.

Other fighters for one.

She leaned back, letting her upper body bend backwards while she tucked her head back in an attempt to just let that kick just sail past her. And it did, well kinda, it was just grazing her forehead. Counter? Nah, she is getting close to the ropes, just get out of here for now. The Texan would just step to the direction Zoey's kick went. Gotta think fast. But damn was it a close one...

Slippery little cunt, wasn’t she?

Wasn’t bad enough that Zoey had been tumbling downhill from out the gate, but now her opponent didn’t even seem up to giving her a chance to bounce back. Not that she was expecting any slack from Texas. The woman that made that much clear from the very beginning. If they were gonna go at each other, it was going to be full frontal and with nothing held back. The kind of setup Zoey liked best.

Didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating as shit just trying to at least land one good hit. The barrage slowed her down, that was the plan, but the kick was supposed to be the equalizer. The part where she fell down and, hopefully, learned to stay that way. Not like it hadn’t worked before.

Not this time it seemed. Eliza just slid around her kick like someone faxed it to her a month ahead of time. Her body moved like Jell-O, swaying and swishing to the side in one smooth movement to follow the momentum of Zoey’s leg, popping right back up with only the slightest scuff on top of her pretty head.

As slick as it was, it just demonstrated the problem that Zoey was having. She was swinging too wide and too slow. Trying to lay blondie out in one fell swoop, even though Eliza clearly wasn’t going to just let that happen. She needed a change of strategy.

“Psh. Nice one, Thriller.” She reset her stance, facing the blonde head up. “You learn that shit in ballet?”

Fine. The long-winded stuff wasn’t working. She was going to have to get up close and personal this time around. She’d close in on the woman with a couple four-knuckle strikes. One high, one low. One for the temple, another for the gut straight after. She’d finish the last one low, with a squat, really wanting to drive it in there and knock the wind out of this up-and-coming cunt.

Well it was either dodging or taking on in the arms. And judging by the speed in which the kick was thrown, might have even made her stumble to her knees from the force. So yeah, the spirit of Floyd certainly helped her there.

This was a fight and Eliza made it damn clear to the TKD Maven that it would be. For the glories of winning the tournament, they would have to bring their A game. No sense in not doing so. That would be asking to get kicked straight in the mouth.

Whilst Eliza backed away, Zoey once again got that mouth running. Didn't she just kicked her there before? Huh. Must not have been swollen shut yet.

Thriller, huh? Eliza smirked at the Korean-American before attempting the iconic toe stand from the King of Pop himself, just to throw that back straight to her face.

"Shamon', girl."

Chucking as that alone had gotten a great pop from the crowd, definitely loving this, No harm in having fun while you're at it. Although it did have to be quick since Zoey would soon be on the attack once again. And bringing a change of strategy with her too.

Her guard remained high since the jumping roundhouse kick attempt and she would come charging in, her punches come swingin' towards the Texan. Spirit of Floyd? Gonna help? No? Ah dammit. Must have been for one use only. She would bring her arms to turtle her head inside the guard, just to protect herself from the temple strike. Although connection between bone to bone certainly stings. Again, have mercy on the arms!

The second one she did took right on her toned abs, feeling it drill into her gut and forcing her to exhale some air. "Ghhn!" Grunting as she did fold over the punch some, stepping back, but not willing to lose focus from that. Although the hornet certainly does sting. If she wanted to be all up close and personal, well, Eliza has no problem with a good ol' fashioned slug fest. She soon stepped forward after that, breathing in deep as she attempted to bring her hands towards the back of Zoey's neck, just to pull her in for the rising knee that would come if she locked in the clinch.

Not sure if anyone else was picking up on it yet, but Zoey didn’t really appreciate being made out as some sort of laughing stock.

It could have been the way she snarled after her little MJ tribute, or maybe it was the way she was looking around with a look about her like someone had ripped a wet fart in face, but she was making it painfully obvious just how sick she was getting of Eliza’s shit. If none of that did, the knuckle touches of death sure as hell would.

“Fuck you and your fucking toes.”

Zoey came lunging forward toward blondie. First strike was a dud, but that was the point. The next one got her straight in the gut, letting her dig those knuckles in as far as they could go. Next to elbow strikes, this was one of Zoey’s favorite straight-up attacks to use. Not only did it hit hard, but blocking it was almost as bad an idea as taking it straight up. Each hit was nothing but bone. Hard, edged, unrelenting bone.

Eliza learned that lesson quick as hell, tearing right through those lean abs of hers and doubling the big and bad babe from Texas in a second flat. That couldn’t help but elicit a grin from Zoey. Tide was finally starting to turn here.

She was just about to press her momentum when Eliza locked in close. Her hands went to go to the woman’s side when a knee caught her in the chest, winding her almost right away. But she wasn’t just gonna let the All-American rip this away from her. No way. She grabbed that knee before Eliza pull it back down, hooker her arms beneath her thigh.

“Nuh uh. Not fuckin’ happenin’.”

Amazing how her mind prioritized talking trash over getting air back into her lungs. She pushed forward, toppling the both of them forward down towards the canvas. Zoey would end up face down on the woman, but she’d do her best to ignore the pain in her gut to move to straddle the woman and pin her arms to the mat. She was shutting this shit down.

Awww, Zoey. Why so serious?

Still, Eliza had no problem with playing with the crowd and to entertain, its what she came her for. Well, that and to kick some ass but having fun while doing it. Zoey does not seem to be amused by her antics. Especially when Eliza turned her insult and thrown it back in her face with style. Thank you, ghost of MJ.

Hee hee!

Alright, that didn't bring a smile to her face, not that she was aiming to, but Zoey was getting real tired of her shit. The punches seems to prove that, making sure Eliza felt the hard bone from her punches. And that gut punch certainly did knock some air out of her. And wait....was that a grin? She didn't smile from her nice MJ tribute (which was a goddamn great one by the way! Gawd, ungrateful youth!) but got one when she got a punch in?

Says it all, really.

So that knee was because she didn't smile from that tribute! Ok, not really, the Texan just couldn't have the TKD hornet have the momentum on her side, that would be where Eliza was in serious trouble! So the hard knee was definitely needed to shut down that momentum. Now she just needs to bring that leg down so she could go with an axe handle right onto the top of her-

Why isn't her leg down yet?

Oh crap.

The Korean-American really wasn't having it and was one mad hornet as she grabbed her knee before it went down and, not before she would trash talk funnily enough, take both of them down, the All-American falling hard on her back with Zoey right on top of her. Eliza would only try to move her arms towards her chest whilst Zoey straddled on top of her and tried to pin her arms down. Shit. Not good at all.