Brie Schuhart vs. Zoey Jae Oh - Small Beginnings

Just a little further...just a little further…

Whatever this kid’s mom was feeding her, it probably wasn’t something she got through entirely legal channels. Every second that she stayed locked between the Canadian's petite legs was another ounce of pressure that seemed to be adding on to the force. The fact that she was even struggling at all was a clear shocker to the crowd, given their baited breath and the brief moment of silence after the hold was locked in before their cheers came back in force.

But there wasn’t any way the TKD chick was going to tap out here. Not while she was so close to getting out of this, if Brie’s demands were anything to go by at least. There weren’t many highlights to her career up to now, but passing out to a scissorhold applied by a three-year-old definitely wasn’t going to be one of them. Where the hell someone like Brie learned a hold like this, let alone do it effectively, was something that Zoey likely didn’t want to know. She was being taken to the brink either way. She had to get out, and she had to get out now.

Zoey pulled harder and harder. With all of her remaining strength, she clenched her teeth, furrowed her brows, breathed through her nostrils to pry free from the clamps around her throat. The instant she made enough space, just for even a second, she’d slip her head free from between Brie’s legs. But she didn’t have any intention of letting this brat get away. She’d scramble on top of the little Canadian, straddling her waist and attempting to push her shoulders down to the canvas. Just to hold her there and try to get her bearings.

No matter how much she squeezed, and no matter how much she resisted, Brie could only hopelessly watch Zoey pry her little legs apart. The struggle ended in a way that the little Canadian did not want: With Zoey slipping out from between her legs. A cold chill wavered through her once this happened. Before Brie could even move, Zoey had swiftly turned things around once again, and was resting on top of Brie in a rather enviable position. At least it wasn't her chest taking on all of her weight at least.

Needless to say, Brie wasn't happy about this. She had her. Now her advantageous position had been reversed. Why couldn't she pull it off? Brie's head was spinning with such questions. Being pinned against the ground as she was, she could only glare at Zoey. With her amber eyes locked on Zoey's own blue eyes, she growled. "Get. Off."

Brie was growing tired, but this wasn't where she wanted the fight to end. But it wasn't like there was much she could do aside from squirm underneath her larger opponent. Her shoulders were pinned, and Zoey was effectively sitting on her. Brie tried to thrash about however she could, but with herself restrained as it was, this likely wouldn't amount to much. It was all she could do with her current predicament.

A big breath of fresh air. That was the first thing that Zoey took advantage of when she finally got back on top of Brie. People could say what they wanted about the kawaii wrestler's stature, she knew how to use it to maximum effect. Those pythons may not have looked like much on the service, but let them snug away into the right spot, and it wouldn’t be long before the lights went out. That was a lesson the Korean-American was still reviewing right now, with her head towards the ground as she kept her opponent down and not looking at anything in particular, just focused on her breathing. Half of it was from the hold, the other half just out of pure disbelief that someone like this almost put her away.

But her attention wasn’t stolen away for long. Brie’s prompt demand stole the TKD chick’s attention away. At first, Zoey only blinked, hardly processing the words with the oxygen still getting back into her system. The instant her brain was back in working order, though, she had nothing but a sharp glare to throw right back at the little Canadian pinned underneath her.

He spat to the side and went to throw her head down, knocking her skull with Brie’s to leave her stunned with a vicious headbutt. Putting her through all that, talked all of that junk to her, and she still had the balls to think she was in the position to make demands. Zoey was done with this shit. “You had your fuckin’ chance. You blew it.” She snarled, raising the petite wrestler to her feet. “Take it like a big girl.” Stepping back and pulling the blonde girl by her arm, she’d attempt to Irish Whip the little wrestler into the corner. Zoey would fall down to one knee the moment after she did so, putting enough force into the motion to make sure she sent her little opponent packing.

Brie's grimace was nothing but an afront. She knew she was not in the best position. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She learned in training that being on the ground wasn't a good thing unless she fought an opponent that matched her own size. Her attempts to end the match so early had backfired, and now Brie was the one in hot water. She continued to glare into Zoey's eyes, even as Zoey returned her own cold stare. Brie would have continued to make demands in her position, but she flinched when Zoey lurched forward and bashed her skull against her own. After that, any rebellious thoughts or retorts went to the wayside, as the Kawaii wrestler was stunned and subsequently forced to stand up.

Guided along like a mindless puppet, Brie couldn't even process Zoey's remarks. Her mind was blurred, focused on regaining itself. This didn't bode well for her, and rightly so---her amber orbs were no longer glaring, but gazing into the piercing blue eyes of her opponent's, like a scared child would. Then, without any warning, she was flung into one of the corners of the ring. Despite her small stature, the sound of the impact was quite audible, eliciting shocked responses from the audience.

Her face was driven right into that turnbuckle. Brie had never ran into a brick wall before, but she could only suspect that this was what it felt like. To compliment the feeling, a noticeable shot of blood finally began to erupt from her left nostril. The previous headbutt, combined with the effects of the Irish Whip put Brie on her rear end. She didn't say a word, nor did she even react to what had happened. Her mind was still processing the shock of what had happened, putting her into a vulnerable position.

Zoey swore she could practically feel the jeers lacing into her before they even began. Granted, a But with the way Zoey had gone about reversing things, the only thing that could have made the reaction worse was if she bothered to spit on her first. The moment after she hit the corner, it was like you could feel a pin drop, everyone exchanging shocked glances at one another and murmuring in worried tones. The TKD chick stood back up, took a quick look around, and threw her hands up as she made her way over to Brie. This must have been how the guys in Tension felt. Whenever they were ever actually on the winning side of things, that is.

But he was beyond caring at this point. As far as she was concerned, Brie’s stubbornness was the only thing keeping this match going. It was what gave her that bloody nose that was being perfectly framed by the titantron for everyone to see, and what put her flat on her ass in the blink of an eye. She had strength. She had talent. And she likely had more experience than Zoey gave her credit for. But this had gone on too long. Much longer than she’d expected from a pint-sized nobody. That was all the credit she was willing to give the little Canadian.

She marched right up behind her recovering opponent and knelt down, sneaking an arm behind her to lock in a quick sleeperhold. Arching her back, Zoey would prop the girl up and off the ground, wringing her out and forcing some energy out of her for what she had next. After a couple moments, she’d let Brie’s feet touch the ground again before dropping her back to the ground. Kicking the little runt onto her side, forcing the Canadian’s back to face the turnbuckle, Zoey would reach down and grab underneath her arms, hoisting her up before making her way closer to the corner. With one careful step onto the bottom ropes after another, Zoey would place Brie on top of the turnbuckles, sitting her like a little doll on top before she climbed up and joined her. With her feet on the top ropes, and assuming Brie hadn’t moved, she’d reach down and grab the kawaii wrestler by her shoulders, getting ready for a suplex that she was sure would end things here and now. “Ready to fly, Kindergarten?”

Brie was out of it. She was seeing stars as her brain tried to process what had just happened. One moment, she had been on the ground, and now she was somehow on her rear end, facing one of the ring's corners. Also, her head hurt…a lot. The noises of the crowd and the bright lights, were becoming disorienting factors, and slowed her recovery. Of course, it wasn't over just yet; her tiny frame was lifted off of the ground as her neck felt pressure from a rather violent hold. Every ounce of energy seemed to be whisked away after this. No matter how much she tried to pry Zoey's hands off, her efforts grew weaker until her arms fell limp like noodles.

After being put on the ground, the Canadian could barely stand. Before Brie could so much as fall over, a swift and powerful kick was delivered to her side, eliciting an audible groan as was put on her rear end yet again, this time against the same turnbuckle that her face had been smashed into moments ago. All Brie could do was watch Zoey inch toward her, and continue to groan as she was rather neatly placed on top of the turnbuckle. Boos continued to come from the audience as Zoey appeared to be in prime position to finish this match. There wasn't much that Brie felt she could do. No amount of training prepared her for scenarios like this. But then came the word: "Kindergarten."

That word. That damn word. It didn't bother her at the start of the match, but after taking such a beating, Brie was fed up with hearing it. "Preschool." "Kindergarten." Whatever it was about these words that ticked her off now had less to do with what they implied, and more to do with the fact that they were coming from this giant woman's mouth. Brie was tired of being called these things, and she wanted to shut Zoey's mouth up more than she had previously..perhaps in a literal sense. Signs of life and lucidity entered her expression, in the form of gritted teeth and an obvious look of bitterness from the smaller wrestler.

With whatever force she could put behind it, Brie would throw the hardest punch that she could at her opponent's jaw, which was right in front of the Canadian and in a prime position for a hard smack from her fist. "I told you to STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

The next moment of Zoey’s life was something of a blur.

One second she had Brie set up for the biggest plunge of her little life. After that? No clue. It was as easy as expected to get the little Canadian onto the top turnbuckle. The only thing she had really worried about was keeping her there. Zoey didn’t consider herself one for theatrics and, honestly, this was probably the highest she’d ever made it in the ring. She’d have to be crazy to try this on someone like Eliza, or Crista, or just about anyone she’d met since coming to this crazy promotion, no matter how exhausted they may have been.

She didn’t share those doubts with her current opponent. Brie had more to her than met the eye. Zoey learned that the hard way. She didn’t have the die-hard, flaming fire like Camilia, didn’t have the overwhelming strength like some of the promotion’s infamous petite powerhouses. She was just..good. She fought hard, took the fight to the TKD chick and damn-near scored a knockout. If she was watching this match instead of fighting in it, she probably would have been having the time of her life. But at the end of it all, she was still just a little squirt, so tired and helpless as she was forced to stare defeat in the face.

Zoey’s plan was to just lay her out with another suplex. Maybe a fisherman’s or something. She’d caught that on TV. Thought it looked pretty sweet. Always wanted to try it out.

Then things just...went. The Korean-American let her mind get ahead of itself, barely even noticing the effect her parting words had had on the kawaii girl until she noticed the not-so-subtle way her fist was cocking back. Her words drew Zoey’s attention, cocking an eyebrow in the same instant one of the worst right hook’s she’d ever taken in her entire life connected with her jaw. Brie’s bare knuckles cracked against the bone, snapping Zoey’s head to the side as her cheeks wobbled and shook violently from the impact. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her hands slipped from Brie’s shoulders as she slowly fell back, teetering with her mind in a haze. Her whole body fell back with her arms at her sides, falling down and hitting the floor with a resounding splash against the canvas. The Taekwondo girl didn’t move, save for a couple twitches of her arms and legs as she tried to bring herself back to life. The crash shook her system to the core, sent her mind in a daze, leaving her with nothing but the hope that Brie would be merciful enough to let her recover.

Given the tone of her voice though, the one she caught just before the lights went out, Zoey doubted that very, very much.

All of Brie's irritation, and all of her malice went right into that punch. She was tired of the names, tired of being compared to a preschooler, or a kindergartner, or whatever the hell her opponent could have come up with. The crowd screamed with amazement, something that brought Brie back from the spell of fogginess that had clouded her mind moments before—that and the pulsing throb that her hand felt after knocking it against Zoey's rather hard jaw. Whether it was the cathartic feeling of giving a good sock to Zoey, or the shock of what had just happened, Brie only knew one thing: She was sitting on the turnbuckle, and Zoey was on the mat. And she felt good about it, at least for a moment's time.

Brie wiped the blood that stained her upper lip due to the nosebleed that had happened earlier. She looked at the giant she had felled. Zoey's twitches and blank eyes told the entire story. To some degree, Brie felt bad. But it felt great too. She had never been able to do this to someone. In some kind of screwed up way, a sense of accomplishment overcame her. After many months of training, getting beaten, pinned, and knocked out numerous times, it felt surreal to see an opponent like Zoey in that position.

Except Zoey wasn't knocked out, nor was the match finished. Brie couldn't afford to let the TKD wrestler get back up again. Brie's first attempt to knock Zoey out had failed. This was her second chance. She wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. At a sluggish pace, Brie picked herself up, and stood on the turnbuckle. The audience's cheers ramped up, as they knew what Brie was going to attempt this time. Placing a hand over her wounded chest, Brie closed her eyes and leapt from the turnbuckle with her knees positioned forward for a meteora, aiming to drop on top of Zoey's head.

If Brie somehow missed Zoey's prone body, it would be a bad outcome for Brie not only in terms of winning the match, but for her physical condition as well. She was very tired, and she could only hope to land on Zoey as opposed to the mat itself.

Contrary to popular belief, Zoey didn't make a habit of taking a lot of falls from high places. Heights were never something that agreed with her. The worst tumble she’d taken was off the swing set back in third grade. Timed the jump wrong. Hit the ground face first, lots of blood, traumatized her for life.

Needless to say, the nasty tumble she took from the top rope wasn’t exactly bringing back pleasant memories. She had no idea where Brie learned to throw a hook like that, but it definitely wasn’t from lounging around. She’d underestimated this one, from beginning to end, and now she had suffered the consequences in one major tumble from the top rope that left her sprawling and in a painful shock on the ground. Her mind was shaking terribly and painfully beyond belief, causing her brows to furrow as she slowly opened her eyes and the pain came back in droves.

Everything hurt. Everything stung. Everything sucked.

But she had to keep moving. The match, from what she could tell, was still going on. When she last left Brie, she didn’t seem to be in a much better state than herself. There was still a chance here. She could still do this. Zoey kept that thought in mind as she went rise back up to her feet, placing her hands behind her and pushing herself back up to sit upright on the floor.

Only when she rose up, she found Brie’s knees waiting right there for her. Zoey’s eyes shot wide for a moment, and only a moment, as a pair of supple thighs slipped between her head. That’s all the time it took for the kawaii wrestler to bring the larger Korean girl straight back down to the canvas headfirst. A resoundings slam echoed across the arena as Zoey’s lower half kicked up from the ground, then flopped right back down with her legs spread wide apart. Brie’s devastating meteora had earned an excited pop from the audience, but nowhere near that kind of reaction from Zoey.

She laid flat on her back, as still as one could be between her opponent's legs. Eyes closed and dead to the world. Done. Practically out cold, save for the steady rise and fall of her chest against beneath Brie’s petite backside. What the little Canadian did with that knowledge was all up to her.

Her eyes were closed. Brie was scared. Very few things scared her. She had never pulled off something like this before, at least without severe recourse. The moment her knees hit the mat, the impact reverberated throughout her body, and her knees felt like they were on fire. But she ignored all of the pain that her body felt—in her chest, her knees, her nose—everything. Zoey's head was between her thighs, and this was the perfect opportunity to offer some payback. Ready to rain down a barrage of punches against Zoey, who would assuredly be ready for this. Brie lifted her right fist, preparing to throw one of what would have been numerous blows into her opponent's undoubtedly thick skull. Before Brie did, she opened her eyes to discover that Zoey wasn't moving an inch, aside from the breaths that could naturally be felt under the Canadian's compact tush. Her opponent was not defending herself by any means.

Brie lowered her arm. Was this a trick? "Hey. Are you…awake?" She softly patted Zoey's cheeks in disbelief. No response. Zoey was out cold. Brie placed her hands on her hips and had a humorously disappointed expression on her face. "What the hell?!" She wasn't going to beat an opponent senseless if they couldn't fight back, despite how much Brie wanted to after being heckled and battered as much as she had been. Zoey had been begging for it the entire match, and in her tired state, Brie decided that it would only cause her to lose favor. Instead, Brie scooted back, removing Zoey's head from her vice-like thighs as she sat squarely on the larger wrestler's chest. She placed her hands down on to Zoey and turned to look at the bewildered referee with a rather tired look. But she didn't need to say a word as the referee rushed over and began to count. Zoey was lying flat on her back and Brie was on top. That was all that was needed for a pinfall.

"One!"