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

Bet she wasn’t feeling on top of the world now, was she? Nope. Guess who was on top now, motherfucker? You’re looking at her.

The pain in her stomach made the already small victory bittersweet. That knee was clearly meant to be some kind of set-up. Strong enough to double Zoey over and get her ready for whatever follow-up Texas had in mind for her. It was good thing the
TKD chick was quick on the uptake, even if she took some damage in between.

She could deal with that though.  She finally had her pinned and...wasn’t really sure what to do next. The knee to the stomach took some air out of her, and she was still feeling the aftershocks from that earlier punishment. She may have been in a position to capitalize, but it didn’t mean she was capable of it at the moment.

Hm. Well if she can’t attack her body, maybe her mind would make an easier target. Might be a little too early to whip this out, but it wasn’t likely that she was going to get a better chance to use this. At the very least, it would do a good number on her morale. Then she’d act twice about acting all big and bag in front of Zoey Jae Oh.
Yeah. Yeah that was what she needed right now. She’d show this bitch. All right. Get ready, Eliza Morgan.

ULTIMATE HUMILIATION TECHNIQUE: The Jae Oh Spitoon!

Zoey reeled her head back, her nostrils taking in the brisk Russian air before pushing them to their fullest diameters, taking in the air in droves. At the same time, she would open her mouth and let a guttural howl before turning her head down.

Hwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhhhhh...twoo.

Down it went. The long wad of spit and mucus lowering inch after disgusting inch towards the blonde’s pretty face. Baited breaths and loud screams alike traveled across the arena. Onlookers smacked their hands against the barricade, kicked the backs of the seats in front of them. The wad stopped just short of the woman’s nose, threatening to grace the Texan’s crystal clear pores. Through it all, Zoey did her best not to smile and break the trail prematurely. She wanted to enjoy this one. Have the woman at her mercy in the best way possible.

All on international television. This is why she got the big bucks.

Ah crap. Nothing worse than having a hornet sitting on you.

Eliza was smart to get her guard up. That position would only mean one thing and she did not want to be on the receiving end of a ground and pound. Sure, she can't be just offering limbs to her but it was either that or her face.

Always go for the former. Unless if you're built like a russian tank. Which of course Eliza isn't.

At best, an American one.

Zoey was still feeling the effects of that knee however so any sort of offense on her part would have to wait a while. But she still has the dominant position, one that would take advantage and start pummeling away. However, Zoey seeked to deliver some mental damage to the All-American. A move that could possibly be matched by teabagging in a Street Fighter match. Eliza didn't get a fist.

But she did get spat on.

Oh HEEEEEELLLLL NAW!!

"What the fuck!?!?"

Her upper body turned, eyes closed. Eliza's face soon turned from one of actual worry to an expression of disgust. Did this bitch just use her as a spit bucket!? She has the gall to spit on a Texan!? By gawd, she did. And Eliza wasn't the only one disgusted by this act, even the Russian crowd were too. So far, her southern temper is probably the only reason why she hasn't just thrown up by this mess.

Wiping the spit off with the back of her right hand, Eliza returned to face the Korean-American. Cerulean pools? More like light blue blazing fire in her eyes.

"I ain' no bucket of warm spit!!"

She cried out, saying the words of Cactus Jack. If this bitch thought she could just humiliate her like that then she got another thing coming to her. If Zoey wasn't gonna attack then it was time for Zoey to experience some good ol' fashioned Southern Hospitality.

Not the kind version however as Eliza would raise her legs off the floor before stamping her feet flat on the canvas, looking to drive her hips up. Let's see how this bitch does in a good game of Buckaroo, the Texan aiming to buck her off to the side like an angry bull in a rodeo!

Ah, shit. It broke off.

Just so the air was clear, Zoey’s intention was to just have the loogy hanging there from her mouth for a while. Make her opponent freeze for a bit and get her all riled. Not this time. The line snapped as soon as it came, plopping right onto the blonde’s pretty face. All this tension must have been getting to her. She’d never done this in a stadium before. It was a tactic more suited to back alley street fights.

Not that she wasn’t going to drop it. Nah, this bitch had it coming. Hell, there was plenty more where that came from. Especially after Eliza had the cojones to object to her new status in life.

“Wanna bet? Hwwwwooooo-”

Before she could get that second wad thick enough, though, Eliza bucked her hips up and threw Zoey off to the side, nearly making her choke on it. If she didn’t know better, she’d probably have thought she was wrestling a horse for a second. It was one buck, but one buck was all she needed it seemed. Probably should have expected that from the girl born in the Wild West. There was a lot of power tucked away in that body, and the TKD chick had just struck oil, it seemed.

Or molten lava. Depended on how these next few moments panned out for her.

She rolled once on her side before popping up to her knees, looking at Eliza with the widest smile on her face. The Jae Oh Spitoon was working its magic. The crowd was in shock, plenty of people laughing, and her opponent a hot mess. Zoey was just too good sometimes.

“Awww. Look at you, all red. You’re cute when you’re mad, Tex.”

She decided not to wait this time around. She had the momentum, so she was gonna press it. Zoey dashed forward towards the All-American, looking to back her the fuck up with a jumping knee to the gut.

Eliza didn't want to stay there and subject herself to some disgusting humiliation technique any longer, gathering her strength to buck this bitch off. Certainly wouldn't do well in any rodeo shows if she can't handle this Texan.

Good thing she did otherwise there was another wad of spit coming her way. And she just cleaned herself off!

Luckily for the Texan Tomboy, she didn't really get damaged, physically at least, the TKD chick opting for something more mental instead. Which meant that recovering wasn't so much of a bitch. Unlike Zoey. If her plan was to get her more annoyed then it certainly did the trick. The All-American rolled onto all fours, pushing herself up, looking up at her opponent, not to pleased of course. Crowd-pleasing, smiling Eliza left the building and replaced by her scowling, ass-whooping twin sister.

"Grrrr..."

Just like the start of the match, Zoey does not waste time at all, charging straight at Eliza just as she was getting up. Now, getting your opponent's angry isn't all a bad idea. It can even get them to make mistakes and slip up. Though it is also a risk. The main one is that because they are angry, they would tend to hit a lot more harder.

You know what they say, mess with a bull and you get the horns.

And Eliza can be one mean bull. The Texan stepping towards Zoey as she comes in, her fist locked and loaded, attempting to use her more superior reach to deck the motherfucker with a hard straight right in the kisser and intercept Zoey right before her knee would land.

That’s right. Where were all those big and bad promises now? Where was all that big mouthed boasting that almost seemed inseparable from the All-American? Taking a hike down reality street. That’s fucking where.

She really did hope that Eliza was getting the picture right about now. This was her match. Her tournament. Anyone who thought otherwise was going to face the unrelenting fury that was Zoey Jae Oh before they got to walk out of this place. Something about that growl she was getting told her otherwise, though.

Well whatever. If all that failed, the knee to the gut would get the message across. She came running right in and leapt up.

“Incoming, bi-!”

WHAP!

Those words died in Zoey’s mouth along with whatever thoughts she had to accompany them. She would say that her world was rocked, but she couldn’t even make out even a semblance of the reality around her. She felt her body flying back, drifting on an infinite plane of nothingness. That punch literally knocked the sense out of her.

Right. Don’t spit on a Texan. Lesson learned.

Or, it would be learned, once she was back in the waking world. With its mind currently out to an indefinite lunch, Zoey’s body merely fell back first onto the canvas, crashing down in heap. There was no effort to break her fall. No sudden gasps or flail of the arms. The TKD chick was down on the ground, completely limp. The only thing that kept the referee from calling the match entirely was the back and forth rocking of her head and a rapid series of involuntary eye blinking.

Those clear signs of life, whether or not they were of Zoey’s own will, were the only things keeping her in the match. It was up to Eliza, however, to make it clear whether or not that was a good thing. Magic 8-Ball says ‘No’.

In the words of a certain woman from Tulsa, "Not Today."

And Eliza was gonna shut down whatever thoughts the TKD maven had that this was her match. Something that the Texan disagreed wholly. Making a bull annoyed was never the best idea, and Zoey received the horns. Right in the face.

Damn, was it satisfying though!

She didn't know how to put it, it wasn't the first time that Eliza socked someone but there was something...cathartic about this. Just shutting her up and punishing the mouth that spat on her felt really nice. She was no sadist, but she really did deserve that one. Earlier Texans may have a fondness of chewing and spitting, but never to be spat on themselves.

Just after she dropped the fucker, Eliza looked down, the Russian crowd cheering on the Texan as if Ali dropped Fraizer down like the Thriller in Manila. She would have kissed the fist that met Zoey's mouth but decided against it. Who knows where that mouth has been...

Still, Zoey was rocked, but not out...at least not yet that is. Eliza wasn't done just yet, reaching down, her hands grabbing on the hair of the TKD maven, looking to pull her up and get her up to her feet, giving her some aid to helping someone who looks like they are suffering epilepsy.

If she manages to do so, the Texan would move behind her, her arms wrapping around Zoey's midsection, squeezing tight. If Zoey didn't have the sense to know what was about to happen then the crowd would as they cheer loudly, Eliza soon attempting a German Suplex. She wouldn't be done there as afterwards, Eliza would lift her legs on the toes of her boots, arching her back, attempting a pinfall!

Something was happening somewhere. That was the only real thing passing through Zoey’s mind at the moment as she laid flat on the floor. There were vibrations. Movements. Sounds. But for the life of her, her mind just couldn’t form a single image from any of the jumbled nonsense. Her head just kept rocking from side to side, still shaking off the aftershock.

A hand wrenched her back into the waking world. For better or for worse, she still had to find out, but the grip on her hair was telling her otherwise. The next thing she knew, she was facing forward, with a rough pair of arms crushing her sternum. When Zoey realized what was happening, it was already too late.

“W...wait-”

WHAM!

She went limp for a moment. Her vision blurred into a white haze as her eyes glazed over. Everything hurt. Everything. A wave of pain traveled up her spine with resounding speed and aggression. Eliza’s malice echoed in each and every twitch it forced from her body.

ONE!

She was hearing that...somehow. The ring was starting to come back to her. The position she was in. Her mind was starting to piece it together bit by bit. But would it do it in time?

TWO!

Not really, but Zoey was a stubborn lot. If she waited for things like “brains” or “consciousness” in any of her actions, she wouldn’t have gotten where she was today. In that best damn league on the planet, fighting on the world stage. No way was that slipping away from her so easily.

TH-!

She kicked out at just the last millisecond. Zoey was still in this. Or at least, some part of her was. Her body still felt numb and pretty limp. She fell onto her side and just rolled away. Just kept rolling and rolling until she was out of the ring, falling on wobbling legs and stepping away from the edge and just walking...somewhere. She couldn’t tell herself exactly, but everyone else could see well enough that she was headed towards the announcer's table. Just leaning against it and getting whatever relief she could manage.

Magic 8-Ball is right in it's answer.

Eliza was counting that she was still rocked from that punch that floored the TKD maven on her ass. Well, not really her ass, more on her back. And she was, Zoey still reeling after the effects of the megaton punch, which meant she was ready for something big. A move that she loves dearly after seeing many perform it and now she gets to do it, on a grand stage like Avalanche!

Her arms wrapped around her stomach, Zoey not really seeing her opponent but the crowd as they cheer for the blonde. No doubt Zoey would be getting quite the view of that ride, suddenly being lifted off your feet before you meet the canvas. Hard.

Eliza was tempted to really go for a multiple set of German Suplexes, she probably deserves that. But that would be overkill much maybe and she looks like one would do the job enough anyways. She may have her ballerina dance like Taekwondo stuff but Eliza knows the mystical and ancient art of Fūpu Yō Asu. Meaning "whoop yo ass". That has a lot of history and is a lot more effective than Taekwondo.

Confident that her training in this art is enough to put her away, Eliza transitions into a pin attempt, right here, right now. This was a sure win, no doubt about it. Eliza would be basking in the cheers and the adulation, soon gonna move to the next rou-

"TWO!" The ref announces after she kicks out.

Oh come the fuck on.

How the hell has she kicked out at that? She took a punch to the mouth, a technique used frequently in the art of Fūpu Yō Asu, if the Worldstar Videos doesn't prove that already and being taken to Suplex City! And she still kicked out!? Gawdammit!

"Damn, frickin'-" Cockroach. Basically how she would describe the Korean-American. She could take a beating and somehow kick out, that's for sure. Screw the Yellow Jacket, we need the exterminator in this bitch! While Zoey slips out of the ring, Eliza grumbles and shakes her head, moving onto her hands and knees. Ok Eliza. Breathe in. Breathe out. The Texan's cerulean eyes scanning around the ring, looking for Zoey to realise that she isn't in the ring but outside it. Not only that, taking a breather near the announcer's table. Slowly getting to her feet, she soon realizes something. Looking back to the ropes behind her and then to the table.

If there was such thing as a light bulb appearing over someone's head when they have a brilliant idea then she would be having a big one over her head. Either brave or reckless...but certainly could pay off if done right. And it could even make the crowd even more hype! Yeah....let's do it!

Pumping up the crowd, Eliza would rush to the ropes, bouncing off them before coming back attempting something really crazy and leap over the top rope and go for a massive suicide dive, the Texen Daredevil putting her body at risk to dive straight to the body of Zoey!

Holy shit, she could not remember the last time she’d taken a punch that nasty. There probably wasn’t one, now that she thought about it.

There was Rodney Fisher back in second grade after she stole his crayons. Had her crying for a good hour or so. There Jonathan Streeter in seventh grade after she tripped him at lunch into his own tray full of sloppy joes. That guy was built like a mack truck. Hit like one too, but she could still remember it after it happened, so not quite as bad as this. There was Anne Carter at university during her junior year when she was auditioning for the TKD club. Floored her to the mat in the blink of an eye as if she were spring-loaded. Heard she had gone professional now.

No. No, she was certain that Eliza Morgan had just delivered Zoey the worst punch that she has ever felt in her entire life.It didn’t just floor her. It didn’t just knock the wind out of her. It literally knocked her senseless. That was going on the highlight reel, for sure.

But this match wasn’t over yet. There was time to get through all of this. All she needed was to get the blood flowing through her head again. There was still plenty of fight left in her. One punch wasn’t going to keep her down.

She lifted her head when the Russians in front of her kept jabbering some dribble at a louder and louder volume into their mics. The entire crowd, actually, seemed to be getting pretty restless, and they didn’t seem to be focused on the struggling Korean-American that looked like she was gasping her last breath.

No, Zoey turned around and saw exactly what they were goading about.

“Fuck, dude...”

The Texan crashed into her head first. That heavy body bringing her right down to Earth and into- no, through - the announcer’s table. Splinters and wood chips flew into the air, scattering into the air and raining down amongst the audience. The announcers jumped back and fired away with a slew of Russian curses and excited commentary to compliment the roaring crowd. Zoey was slammed beneath Eliza’s weight into the unforgiving ground, sending a shockwave through her system, rendering her whole system mute. She was unresponsive, damn near unconscious. The last thing she heard before it all blurred into one was the referee counting down.

“Two!”

Honestly, that couldn't have gone any better in her mind.

She hasn't been in AFW for all that long and already this was going into her top ten moments of all time. Like that. Was. So. AWESOME!! Like she flew over the top rope, something in the back of her mind would have expected for her body to catch the rope but she made it over. Then the small doubter focused if Zoey was going to dodge the incoming Texan Star that is set for a crash landing! But like the other doubters, it soon shut its mouth. The majority of her mind and body committing into a spectacular and showy move that would get the whole Russian audience with her should she land it.

And land it she sure as hell did.

It all happened so fast, adrenaline pumping through her veins and the Texan Tomboy landed onto the TKD maven, the two crashing through the table. She could feel just a tinge sorry for the Korean-American, the All-American girl have something- no, someone to soften the fall. Zoey did not and she found herself crashing onto the announcer table. The Russian Announcers only wishing it had happened onto the American announcer's table. Or at least the Spanish table...

"Owowowowowowowow...." She put her body on the line. And that certainly paid off as the crowd are on their feet, the young star laying on top of Zoey whilst the referee starts counting them out.

"ONE!" "TWO!" "THREE!" The ref would call out.

"TEN!" "TEN!" "TEN!" The crowd would chant. Guess the Russian crowd doesn't know any other number than that...

Eliza was definitely gonna feel it in the morning, but she knew Zoey was having it worse. Much worse. Like 'I've just gone through a table and damn near to unconscious' worse. She was slow to get up, shaking her head and not allowing the crowd to confuse her with those chants. Ref gets to four. Nearly halfway. Lose or win via countout? They both suck. No. She needs to get in the ring. Yeah, that's a good idea.

"FIVE!"

Her arms wrapped around the opponent, trying to ignore the bumps and the niggles that she has endured. "SIX!" If Zoey was fully unconscious then she would be really be having some trouble. Be like dragging a body from a car crash. "SEVEN!" Pulling the Korean-American from the wreckage, Eliza hoped to get Zoey to her feet, if she was in a complying mood..."EIGHT!"...and get to the apron where she could push Zoey inside and under the bottom rope. "NINE!" Only then would Eliza slide herself in before the referee would finally match with the crowd's chants, saving herself from losing via countout.