Brie Schuhart vs. Zoey Jae Oh - Small Beginnings

Brie was fucking done. There wasn’t a doubt in Zoey’s mind as the roundhouse kick sailed its way towards her cute little head.

Under normal circumstances, this move was nothing to get shy about. It was one of her old reliables. Had some good power behind it, quick enough to stop someone in their tracks, but nothing that would end a match out the gate unless she got lucky. Most people were a bit too hardened for that. Too quick on their feet and too familiar with a move so basic.

But she wasn’t up against most people. She was up against Brie. Some five foot nothing that didn’t look a pound over one-hundred. If Zoey could punt her clean out of the ring only a second ago, a full-on roundhouse kick to the head would put the lights out in the blink of an eye. A huge, toothy grin was on the TKD chick’s face as her toned leg cut through the air to the pint-sized fighter in front of her.

Then it hit...and she was still standing. Even worse, she blocked it full on with those sprightly little arms. Tough little nut, this girl. She wasn’t sure what Brie had planned for this curious little position she’d put Zoey in, but the approach she went with wasn’t something she certainly didn’t expect.

“What-”

Well, this was a first. The little runt closed the distance, leaped up, and knocked their skulls together. Zoey cringed as her jaw rattled. It was her turn to fall on her ass now, as she stumbled back a step before her legs fell out from under her. One hand went to her jaw, trying to soothe the sensation and get her head screwed back on straight.

The attack connected successfully, much to Brie's delight. However, she rubbed her head after landing on her two feet. "Ow." It did sting, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as it likely did for the taller wrestler. Their audience was now active and excited after realizing that this was not going to be a one-sided affair after all. Brie planned to deliver despite the rather ruthless tactics of her opponent.

She turned to see that Zoey was still recovering from the blow, rubbing her jaw. This was just what Brie hoped for. Her opponent was down and open to even further punishment. Keeping this in mind, Brie did not hesitate. The brashness of her opponent would be her downfall.

Brie darted toward her opponent with the most intensity she could generate. With a face that showed absolute grit and determination, Brie would jump and attempt to land a drop kick on Zoey's head. While not a move she was efficient at, she believed in this case it would work.

Brie turned out to be hard-headed in more than just the figurative sense.

Zoey was no stranger to headbutts. She’d taken and dealt more than her fair share in her short, sweet time on this planet, and she could easily say that they all universally sucked. Even if they were being thrown at her by a five-foot shrimp, it turns out. Didn’t help that she got hit in the worst possible spot for anything either.

Still, her mind was bringing her back to the way her petite foe blocked the roundhouse kick in the first place, giving her that solid follow-up. Those weren’t moves you saw from just anyone. That came from experience. Something was starting to tell her that there was more to Brie than first met the eye.

As Zoey went to sit up, she was still feeling out quite possibly the worst toothache of her life. The muscles in her jaw convulsed as she tried to open her mouth and tell the runt who just headbutted her off. Maybe try kicking her out of here again once she was back on two feet.

That plan would have to wait, it turns out, as a pair of cute little boots smacked her face dead center. The TKD chick’s head snapped back with a whip of her hair as she fell back onto the canvas, her arms splayed out on either side of her. Her hands went to her face as she began rubbing both sides, making the clear mistake of taking her eyes off Brie.

Brie was feeling pretty good about herself. Blocking a match-ending kick, giving Zoey some jaw pain, and then following up with a convenient drop kick had her opponent reeling. After being kicked out of the ring and outright slugged in the nose, it felt like an excellent bit of payback for the trouble that the Korean-American had caused for her.

After landing the kick, Brie stood up once more and took some time to breathe. A lot of her energy went into those last two attacks. Despite this, Brie could not resist the urge to taunt Zoey. "You're not quite like a ball….huff…but it was just as fun to kick you like that!" A cocky smile stretched wide across her face. She was beginning to sweat, as the stage lighting showed that her skin was becoming glossy and shiny.

With Zoey still recovering from the pain that was inflicted on her, Brie did not want to let up so soon. She gave a running start before attempting yet another attack on Zoey, who was still "grounded." "Whoever wins this fight, we're both going to be wearing bruises by tomorrow." Brie leaped and promptly shifted her body to face away from Zoey, aiming to hit her with a hip check. "Maybe this will make you feel better!"

This wasn’t going exactly the way she imagined. She put Brie on her ass, so Brie put her on her ass. Turnabout and all that. That was fine in itself, sure, but there was something about being put on her ass by a five-foot-nothing that made Zoey want to reconsider her life decisions.

Brie really didn’t look like much of anything. Short, unimposing, admittedly kinda cute for a rugrat, didn’t exactly work the intimidating factor though by how she let herself get kicked out of the ring either. As far as Zoey could tell, she really wasn’t anything special. She clearly had some experience, though. That was what was standing out the most to her right now, beyond the girl’s stature. Hell, she still couldn’t quite get over height, but that was the next big thing anyway.

The shot to the jaw was bad, but the dropkick only added to that in ways she hadn’t even considered. It landed square on her nose, setting alight a cluster of nerves that made her face get all scrunched together. One of the short blonde’s heels hit her right in the kisser too. That would probably leave a nice little lump before this day was over.

And it looked like the Canadian was fixing to add a couple more. Her entire weight came crashing down on her, pushing the air out of her chest like toothpaste. She rolled to the side and clutched her gut, trying not to upchuck as the audience roared to life, clearly happy about the sudden change in momentum. Assholes.

"Shut..." She coughed. "Shut the fuck up."

There was a possibility that Brie could win this. She had never won a single match, even in training, yet here she was dominating the match after having been literally kicked out of the ring moments prior. The thought excited her. Plus, she would get to keep a relative giant for one day if she did manage to pull off an upset victory. That was a plus!

Brie rolled to Zoey's side after landing on top of her and took in some of the cheering from the crowd and waved toward the audience, feeling somewhat bashful. Fighting in front of people was new to her. Also, Zoey's complaints and current posture made it clear that her attack didn't make her feel better. Not that Brie actually believed it would feel good at all. "I'm sorry," she sardonically uttered as she bent over and placed her hands on her knees while the TKD kid was still recovering. "As someone with the body of an eleven year old, I thought that I would feel like a pillow to someone like you."

Brie might have taken the recess comment briskly, but she was going to continue to rub in the fact that Zoey was losing to her at any opportunity, no matter how many times Zoey told her to shut up. Brie grabbed one of Zoey's arm and began to pull her prone body along the mat, toward one of the corners. "I can talk shit, but I promise—ngh!—that I'll treat you better than this after I win."

She was having some trouble pulling her along, but that would not stop Brie from trying. She just hoped that Zoey would stay in her current position while she dragged the taller wrestler toward the nearest turnbuckle…

Most people would probably think that Zoey was exaggerating a bit too much. She was still holding her gut and rolling about while her opponent went ahead to do her showboating. Brie may have had the “body of an eleven-year-old” as she put it, but it didn’t change the fact that she still weighed a good hundred pounds. Don’t think the typical stomach was meant to absorb that kind of force.

As if to accentuate that point, she felt her gut have a quick convulsion, jerking to the side and forcing a harsh groan from the TKD chick, killing whatever retort she had for Brie before it could leave her lips. A pillow? Yeah, sure. If it was stuffed full of fucking lead. She kept on hand on her stomach and the other flat against the mat, trying to get herself back on two feet.

Her opponent was quick on the uptake though. Zoey felt her grab hold of her arm and start dragging her away for what she could only assume would be the set up for some big move. Seemed like she was struggling with it though, but Zoey could give her an honest “B-” for effort. Didn’t mean she was just letting her do what she wanted, though. Especially not with the stipulation that Brie oh so nonchalantly brought over her head.

She let Brie drag her as far as she wanted to, out of the corner of her eye seeing the turnbuckle. Maybe she had some kind of aerial move planned. Some big splash to keep the Korean-American down for a while. Either way, Zoey didn’t plan on letting that go off without a hitch. Once they were close enough, she’d spring forward and attempt to roughly shove Brie away with one hand toward the corner. Assuming she was able to do that, she’d lunge forward from the ground with her follow up, charging on all fours to dig her shoulder into Brie’s stomach and smash her against one of the turnbuckles.

If there was one thing that Brie wasn't known for, it was her physical strength. This became painfully obvious to everyone who watched as the much smaller wrestler broke a sweat as she tried her damnedest to pull Zoey along. She was still struggling to pull the bigger wrestler, making audible grunts with each tug. But that wasn't going to stop her from trying. Instead, it would take something else to stop her.

They were almost there. Brie just had to pull her a few feet further. But then, as Zoey typically showed, she could be difficult to read and predict. Brie only had to take one look before seeing the bigger wrestler dart toward her, and—with one hard shove—throw her into the very turnbuckle that Brie had been dragging Zoey toward. The elation that Brie felt was now gone. Now there was only an alarming feeling. She wouldn't have much time to reacted before Zoey followed up with a hard shoulder into her stomach.

Like a deflating balloon, all the air in Brie's lungs was expelled once Zoey's shoulder was thrust into her gut. Brie placed both hands over her own stomach—a painful retribution inflicted upon her by her foe for the previous attack that had been dealt. Her mouth was agape, and her eyes were wide open. The pupils in her eyes disappeared, leaving wide, yellow disks in those orbs. There was an emptiness in her eyes. Not so much as a cough escaped her. Just like that, Brie's dry cockiness had faded, and it proved to be her own undoing this time. She had been bested.

As she expected, that little slam earned her a fresh round of boos from everyone watching. Zoey had a feeling from the moment Brie showed up that the crowd was going to be immediately against her the rest of the night. The opening football kick out of the ring more or less proved her suspicions.

Now, her shoulder rush into the turnbuckle just set that fact in stone. It was far from respectable way to wrestle, even less when your opponent had the look and build of someone who shouldn’t be allowed to see a wrestling ring let alone fight one. And that was without all the gagging and wriggling that came afterward. Zoey wasn’t sure if Brie was just being dramatic or genuinely had one of her ribs busted.

And frankly she didn’t care. The only things her mind cared to go back to were the little taunts and that big, knowing smile she was always putting on. If she didn’t think she had this coming, the Korean-American was going to make sure she was in for a rude awakening.

“Thought you were hot shit, huh?” She gave the girl’s hair a flick, messing with those bangs a little. “Lemme show you how you play with the big girls.”

Leaning down and getting a grip underneath Brie’s arms, she’d attempt to hoist the kawaii wrestler up to her two feet and press her head against Zoey’s stomach. Sneaking an arm underneath her leg, she’d go to hoist her up and over her shoulder, stumbling back a couple steps from the corner as did so, trying to manage her opponent’s weight. Once she managed that, the TKD chick would fall back, planting Brie with a vertical suplex into the canvas.

Brie's overconfidence had gotten her into quite the predicament. Mere moments ago, Brie had Zoey on the ground and reeling. This had been repaid by the TKD kid. She couldn't utter a single word when Zoey played with her hair, and Brie didn't even make eye contact. She only placed her hand over the upper part of her stomach, where her sternum was. Something felt wrong in that area. Was her sternum broken? Whatever had happened to it, the pain was worsening with each second that passed. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes because of the suffering she felt.

With the pain came some complications. It was hard to breathe, much less speak. But then came the worst possible scenario.

Still too stunned from the impact before, Brie failed to do so much as squirm as she was lifted off the ground. She could only watch as everything turned upside down from her own perspective. Brie could only squint and clench her teeth in a vain attempt to brace for impact as Zoey fell backward. Brie knew it would hurt…and it did. Her body rattled when her back smacked against the mat. The jolt of pain ended her "silent" spell. She thrashed her feet and slammed her fists on to the mat, her teeth still clenching and her eyes still shut tight. The pain in her chest felt even worse than it had before.