Brie Schuhart vs. Zoey Jae Oh - Small Beginnings

“Timber!” Zoey shouted out as she fell back. After the ring shook from the impact of the kawaii wrestler’s body hitting the canvas, a wave of jeers from the crowd followed closely after.

She wasn’t even registering them at this point, though. Zoey knew where everyone watching tonight stood and, honestly, she couldn’t give a shit. There were so few instances - if any - where beating up someone of Brie’s stature put you in the crowd’s good graces. The Korean-American definitely wasn’t making it easier on herself in the brusque manner she was handling her smaller opponent, but again, she had it coming. Welcome to Slam City, Brie. Population: you.

The moment after their bodies hit the floor, Zoey rolled herself onto all fours and looked over at Brie with a sly smirk on her lips. She turned herself around, putting herself vertical to the Brie’s horizontal, reeling body as she hovered her face over the kawaii wrestler’s. “Told you you were in over your head.” She gave her cheek a pat. “Hope you like cleaning toilets, Preschool.”

Zoey reached over and snuck her arm under Brie’s legs, locking her hands together at the shins. Pulling back, she planted her back on the Canadian’s petite chest as she reeled her legs back and over her body in a pin attempt. The official slid in and went to start the countdown and the TKD chick hoped, for the blonde’s sake, that that suplex had knocked some sense into the little fighter. Enough, at least, for her to learn to stay down.

There was no way to describe how her body felt, except that both her back and her chest hurt. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to thrash about like she did on the mat. Regardless of how the match would end, Brie would need to see a doctor. It could affect her ability to fight in the future. All of these thoughts raced through her head, until the shadow of Zoey Jae Oh blocked out the stadium lights as she towered over the prone Kawaii wrestler. She was immediately reminded of her current situation after being downed by the same opponent she was taunting moments ago.

The cheek pat elicited no reaction from Brie, who was currently overwhelmed by pain, and still slightly disoriented by everything that had transpired. No retorts, no comebacks. Brie didn't even say or do anything when Zoey grabbed her legs to prepare the pin. The ref quickly began counting.

"ONE!"

It seemed that Brie was finished…until her breastbone began to receive the brunt of Zoey's weight. Her chest felt like it was being crushed and like it was about to cave in. The pupils in her large eyes returned and brought some life to them, courtesy of another surge of pain that tore through Brie's tender chest. She cried out--quite loudly in fact. Brie wanted the pain to stop, and she almost immediately began to flail on the mat, not just as an attempt to break the pin, but to get the TKD fighter to stop leaning against her chest. This suffering reignited some embers that still remained, as Brie showed anger for the first time during this match. "Get off, get off, GET! OFF!" Brie clenched her fist and with her free arm, would attempt to throw as many punches as she could into her opponent, who was too close for comfort. It didn't matter to her where the punches landed, as Brie didn't want to feel pressure against her chest area anymore.

One and-

What?

This should have been it. Zoey was by no means the most technical when it came to wrestling moves in the federation, but suplexes came easily enough. She’d practiced them a few times on girls, quite literally, twice Brie’s size and figured she’d had them down pat. From the way her opponent was gasping and reeling the second afterwards, Zoey assumed this match, and her maid for the day, were hers for the taking.

But then things just went wrong. Seriously wrong. Brie was She flew off the handle and into this berserker rage that someone so small and timid didn’t even seem capable of. Zoey looked back over her shoulder to get clear view of the carnage that was breaking free underneath, genuinely surprised by the amount of fight that seemed to have been smacked back into her. The Korean-American just looked back with wide eyes and a mouth slightly agape, doing her best to keep this little, bucking bronco down and her legs in her grip.

“Whoa! Fuck’s your problem, Recess?! You better-”

A shot to the jaw killed any more attempts from Zoey to calm Brie down, then another to the bridge of her nose made sure she had nothing else to say for the immediate future. The instant that second hit landed, the TKD chick released the hold around the little Canadian’s legs and took the weight of her chest, sitting up and clutching her face with two hands. A whole web of nerves forced her face to cringe and the toes in her boots to curl. She shut her eyes tight and kicked one foot against the mat in a furious mixture of pain and frustration.

Sweet relief finally came. Brie's rather rash and aimless punches succeeded in getting the bigger Zoey to sit up, lifting the terrible weight that was causing so much woe for the Canadian. With pained coughs, as soon as the hold was released, Brie quickly stood up and staggered away from her opponent to make space between the two. The crowd was delighted by this, but Zoey did not have a response for this. There was no telling what Zoey would do next, and Brie wanted to prepare for it. Even so, despite having been freed from her grasp, a constant feeling of pain persisted in her chest. For each breath of air her lungs took, there was a jab of pain.

Brie placed her gloved hand over the affected area, just above her gut. This was a problem. Zoey, despite being relatively easy to counter, was in much better condition. While Zoey had been rocked by Brie's previous blows, the smaller wrestler's tactics would be limited due to her own injury. If Brie had a chance of winning, it was going to be a challenge. Fortunately for her, Zoey was still reeling from the punches that were dealt seconds before and stomping mad, in a literal sense.

"You may…have broken something," Brie answered in-between several gasps. She was still showing some anger, as represented on her face, which wore a soft scowl. Uncharacteristically, Brie was not feeling very playful anymore. That seemed natural to her, however. Being injured and then practically leaned against hurt her quite immensely.

If Brie was going to go down in this match, she was going to go down while still fighting, no matter how painful it felt, and no matter how much her body wanted her to stop. Brie ran opposite of Zoey's direction to bounce off the ropes and run straight for the TKD chick. "AND MY NAME ISN'T 'PRESCHOOL' OR 'RECESS'!" She leapt with the grace of a giraffe and, twisting her body in mid-air so she would land on her side, attempted a jumping forearm smash, aiming for Zoey's head if she could somehow reach it.

Never let it be said that Brie didn’t know how the throw a left hook. Zoey had been around plenty rough corners in Japan before she took on wrestling as a career. Something to motivate her, keep her blood up as she got familiar with the country. Punches could come out of nowhere in those parts of town and all of them could knock you flat before you even had time to blink. In this place, though, one on one and under a massive set of stage lights, Zoey was positive she wouldn’t be getting any surprises anytime soon in the ring.

Then came this squirt, kicking out of a vertical suplex and packing a wallop with that tiny frame that would have made her queen of the playground in two seconds flat. It was probably needless to say at this point, but the TKD chick serious doubts that she was just some pint-sized nobody that came in through the wrong door. Hell, it wasn’t even just the suplex she was coming back from. It was damn near everything she threw at her. If she wanted this girl to go down, she’d have to start thinking bigger.

But that was for later on. Right now, it was Zoey’s turn to start feeling some punishment. She was still on her ass, making one last check that her nose wasn’t broken, when she heard a very angry squeal come from behind her. It was enough to make her raise her head for a quick second, wanting to turn around and see what stomping she felt coming towards her was all about. That turned out to just help Brie along, as she brought her head into the perfect spot for Brie’s forearm to smash her lights hero out with.

A nice, clean smack traveled outside of the ring to the ears of the now boisterous crowd cheering on the kawaii wrestler’s comeback. Zoey’s body lurched forward some before the violent recoil snapped right back like a human slinky. Her body smacked against the canvas as her hands went to the back of her head, rolling left and right a bit and trying to get the hard pounding inside of her head to stop.

A grin stretched across the Kawaii wrestler's lips once her punch landed. Her arm didn't have the leverage or the correct angle, yet Zoey's noggin turned right into Brie's curled fist as if it were a magnet. The smile was immediately wiped away, however when she landed. Even though she landed on her hip, it caused her entire body to rattle. A noticeable tinge of pain was still transferred to Brie's upper body despite the transition and pleasing outcome of the technique. Her hand also felt somewhat numb after hitting Zoey that hard. In a true sense, she was certainly thick-skulled.

Brie immediately went to her chest as she wore a grimace of pain. All the anger she had felt mere seconds before had faded and was subsequently replaced with alarm. She couldn't keep doing this. If there was any point to try to end this, it was now. The advantage was Brie's for the taking now that her opponent was grounded. But with Zoey still flailing madly, a pin attempt would not work here. Something else would need to be done.

Slowly, Brie stood up. Apprehension loomed over her as she hesitated to make a move. In her current state, something could go horribly wrong if a technique was poorly executed. But she didn't have time to think. In a potentially reckless move, Brie dashed toward the TKD chick and jumped again, priming her arm for an elbow drop. She just hoped it would land on her opponent. If badly timed, the little wrestler's injury could worsen further.

No matter how many times she went through it, no matter how hard she was hit or who it was throwing the fist, taking a blow to the back of the head never seemed to get any easier. It was one of the only parts of the body that had absolutely zero defense. Even if you managed to get your hands to cover the spot in time, it wouldn’t do anything for the shock as it tore through your skull and turned your soft little brain to mush.

It was probably why Brie had decided to go for that area. She didn’t have the strength alone to take Zoey down. Now that she was clueing into that, she was starting to go for the weak spots. Take the giant down by nipping away at its heels. The longer the Korean-American stayed in this ring, the better convinced she was that this whole arrangement was no accident. She could only faintly hear it behind her, but she was certain that Brie had used the ropes at some point to bolster that little charge of hers. The brat had some ring prowess, had skill. Skill that would only mean more pain for Zoey if she didn’t start taking this girl - if she was that at all - seriously.

As if to put a period on that statement, Brie started moving into action. Zoey couldn’t see her, of course. She still had her eyes closed tightly shut as she rolled about on the ring, a gut reaction to the nonstop thumping that this major headache was giving her. But she could hear crowd around her. They sprung to life all at once, and Zoey could feel the tremors approaching quickly. She was about to open her eyes when the little Canadian finished that job for her, stabbing the TKD chick in the gut, forcing her eyes to pop open with some clear moisture building in her sockets. Her hands went from the back of her head to her stomach as she rolled onto her side, curling up like a ball and trying not to lose her lunch.

So far so good. An elbow drop was just what the doctor ordered, as Brie made direct contact on the target. After the successful blow, Zoey took a slight roll to create some space between herself and Zoey. It seemed that things were in Brie's favor. However, this time, Brie didn't get up. She was on all fours beside her opponent, panting like a tired animal against another, much larger animal. She was running out of juice and options. She could continue to knock Zoey around like she had been doing the entire match, but with this injury, Brie's stamina was starting to wear down and take its toll on the little girl. It would only be a matter of time before she ended up hurting herself.

It was time to end this. At this point, Brie just wanted to go home. Screw the "servant" contract, screw the agreement. If she won, they'd just go to a beach, or spend the day together. Or just nap the entire day. It didn't matter to her. But to someone like Zoey? It probably mattered a lot to her. Brie was tired and she was hurt. She wanted to go home and sleep it all off. The only way to go home was to win, and Brie absolutely needed to. She was now in an advantageous position, and with Zoey still going through several rounds of pain, the only logical thing to do was attempt a submission...or at least knock her opponent out if possible. Brie crawled over to her bigger opponent's rear. With Zoey's arms at her stomach, it was the perfect opportunity to go for the throat in a very straightforward sense.

With Zoey still distracted and recovering from the previous elbow drop, Brie would try to wrap her legs around the giant's neck and cut off her windpipes to deprive her of air. While doing this, signs of strain were shown on the Canadian's face, her teeth clenched and eyes squinting. Brie didn't want to do this, but the only option was to knock Zoey out or be knocked out. The former was what she ultimately preferred in the long run. Otherwise, there was no telling how things would turn out, or what Zoey would have Brie do if she somehow managed to turn the tables on her once again.

Zoey fucked up. She would freely admit that. She felt comfortable enough that this was a mistake that nobody could really blame her for. When she saw this little blonde ball of nothing come down the ramp, she expected this whole thing to be a wash. One of those gigs where an opponent without any actual experience is brought in to get demolished, to give the more deserving talent a little boost on the scorecard. Not something Zoey was really into, but if it was in front of her, it's not like she was about to just walk out of this arena.

She just really wish she knew beforehand that letting her guard down would be the worst mistake she’d ever make. Brie may have been small, she may have been young - or at least looked the part - but that didn’t mean she was inexperienced. The little wrestler didn’t waste a second when it came to seizing an advantage. She took blows better than most anyone her size and kept coming back no matter how hard she got beat.

There was something about all that that Zoey could really empathize with. If she were watching this match from the comfort of her own couch with a bag of chips close by, she’d be getting a real kick out of this. She may have been cheering right alongside the crowd just as they were right now.

...why were they cheering? Zoey was just about to look over her shoulder to see what her opponent was planning next when-

“Ghrk-!” Zoey’s hands shot to the legs wrapped around her neck. They were small, but the strength they were packing hit her all at once like a cobra squeezing its future meal to death. The TKD chick’s legs kicked about left and right underneath her as her whole body squirmed left and right, trying to flip free however she could. She clenched her teeth as her hands tried to pry the little wrestler’s legs apart as her air supply grew smaller and smaller by the second.

Brie had Zoey exactly where she wanted her, but this was not made obvious judging by her pained expressions. The crowd's cheers helped, but Brie could only keep doing this for so long. Brie was facing the crowd, so she wasn't able to see how the TKD chick was doing. Boy, did she feel it though. Zoey was thrashing about like prey to a snake that had just been caught in a strong coil. If anything though, Brie's current position still didn't instill confidence in her that she was the predator in this situation. She could easily become a mouse with one wrong move.

Unfortunately for her, this reminder was all too sudden. Zoey wasn't finished despite taking a pounding from her previous techniques. The clutch that her legs had was beginning to slip, as she began to feel Zoey pry her legs off. Brie kept fighting back, but in this situation it was a matter of which was stronger: Zoey's arms, or Brie's short legs. Brie continued to try to close them back around Zoey's neck, but her attempts to pry them off of her own neck were beginning to wear her out. This was a war of attrition.

The only thing Brie could do in this case is continue to try clamping them around Zoey's throat, but she was growing very tired from this. It didn't help that she way lying on her own chest, which put a strain on that area as well. Her legs were being pried loose with every second that passed.

"No! Just stay down!"