NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

12:02 Lauren_James: I have created the private room #LaurenJames_vs_HanaJ.

12:02 Lauren_James: I have invited @Hana_Jeong to join #LaurenJames_vs_HanaJ.

12:40 Lauren_James: New York City. Just another Friday night wrestling show in the small indy promotion where I wrestle. I enter in the dark locker room. The walls had old paint, and the air smelled like sweat. A single light above a broken mirror was flickering. I dropped my gym bag on the bench and grabbed my phone. There was a message from the booker: “You’re up in twenty. You’ll face a Korean girl making her debut. Should be an easy one.” I smiled a little. An easy one, I thought. That sounded good after how bad my last few matches went. I changed into my gear — my light blue top and shorts, then pulled up my white knee pads and adjusted my white kickpads. I stood in front of the cracked mirror and fixed my blonde hair. The light was weak, but I could still see myself enough. “Alright, Lauren,” I said quietly. “Let’s make this one count.” As I tightened the lace on my kickpads, I noticed a girl sitting quietly in the far corner of the locker room. She looked young, maybe my age, with straight black hair and a focused expression. She was stretching and checking her wrist tape — looked like she was getting ready for her first match. I walked a few steps closer. “You must be the new girl,” I said, leaning against a locker with a smirk. “Hana, right? First night in the States?” She looked up and nodded politely. “Yes. Hana Jeyong.” I chuckled and shook my head. “Cute. Don’t worry too much, kid. I’ll make it quick for you out there.” I gave her a huge slap in the face— just to show a little attitude. Her eyes stayed calm, but I could see a tear coming out from her sweet eyes. No anger, no nerves. Just quiet focus. Something about that look made me pause for a second. But I shrugged it off. She’s just acting tough, I told myself. I turned back to my bench and grabbed my jacket. “See you out there, jobber.” yt

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14:41 Hana_Jeong: The sound of her slap still echoed faintly in the locker room long after she turned away. My cheek burned, and I felt one tear slide down before I could stop it. I wiped it quickly with the back of my taped wrist, pretending I was just brushing away sweat. I took a deep breath. Don’t react. Stay calm. You came here to wrestle. I bent down and finished pulling my blue knee pads into place, then adjusted my neoprene kickpads, making sure the seams lined up perfectly with my boots. Every little movement helped me focus — it was a ritual, something to quiet the nerves twisting in my stomach. Lauren’s words still rang in my ears. “I’ll make it quick for you.” Maybe she believed that. Most people did when they looked at me for the first time. I stood up slowly, stretching my arms behind my back, feeling the fabric of my gear tighten across my shoulders. The locker room light flickered again, and for a moment, her reflection met mine in the cracked mirror — confidence and arrogance staring back at quiet determination. I spoke softly, barely above a whisper, not sure if she’d even hear me. “Thank you… for the lesson. I’ll do my best out there.” Then I bowed slightly, just a short nod of respect, the kind I’d always done before every match back home in Seoul. I slipped my blue jacket over my shoulders, tightening the collar as my heartbeat quickened. This was my debut. My first step into a new world. And maybe — just maybe — the girl who thought I was an easy one would learn something tonight too.

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14:46 Hana_Jeong: yt

14:49 Lauren_James: The noise from the crowd was already echoing through the hallway as I made my way toward the entrance curtain. The arena wasn’t big — maybe a hundred people — but their cheers still made the air buzz. I rolled my shoulders, trying to loosen up. My music hits up - Charli XCX - Break the Rules. The ring announcer’s voice came through the speakers: “Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan — Lauren James!” The crowd clapped and whistled as my music hit. I pushed through the curtain and stepped into the light, lifting one arm with a confident smile. I slapped a few hands at ringside, showing off a bit, trying to look relaxed and ready. I climbed into the ring, stretched on the ropes, and gave the fans a wink. In my head, I told myself this was going to be easy — just another night, just another rookie. yt

14:52 Lauren_James:

15:00 Hana_Jeong: Backstage, I stood completely still as the crowd’s cheers rose for Lauren. The faint bass of her entrance theme pulsed through the floor under my boots, echoing in my chest. I could feel every beat of my heart answering it. This was it. For months, I’d woken up before sunrise to take the subway across the city — splitting my time between double shifts at the little Asian restaurant in Queens and late-night training at the small gym that smelled like sweat and metal. Every bruise, every lonely meal, every call home to tell my grandma (my only relative alive) “I’m fine”… it was all for this. Another female wrestler waved at me from the curtain. “You’re up next.” I looked down at my taped wrist. Beneath the layers of white tape, I had tucked a small, folded photo — my family, smiling back at me from a world away. My fingers brushed over it gently. They’d be proud of me. No matter what happens tonight. Then my music began — “Don’t Wait” by Mapei — soft at first, then blooming through the speakers. The crowd quieted, curious. I took one deep breath, rolled my shoulders, and stepped through the curtain. The light hit my eyes like sunrise. The venue was small — rows of folding chairs, people standing along the railings — but to me, it looked like a stadium. Every step toward the ring felt unreal, as if the months of doubt and exhaustion were melting away with each stride.

15:00 Hana_Jeong: Some fans clapped, some just watched. I smiled politely and bowed my head slightly before walking around the ring. When I climbed the steps, my knees felt light, not from nerves but from focus. I wiped my boots on the apron — twice, out of habit — and slipped between the ropes. Lauren was already there, stretching, flashing a confident grin. The crowd chanted her name. I didn’t mind. This was her world, and I was new here. But tonight, they would see me. I bowed to the referee, then to Lauren — a small gesture of respect. My fingers brushed my taped wrist again as I whispered to myself, “Let’s make this count.” The referee called for the bell.

15:02 Lauren_James: yt

15:02 Hana_Jeong: yt

15:06 Lauren_James: The bell rang. I circled her slowly, my eyes locked on hers. She looked calm — too calm for someone making her debut. I raised my hands for a lock-up, keeping my expression relaxed and confident. When she stepped in, I suddenly drove my knee up hard into her belly. The crowd gasped as she bent forward, air rushing out of her lungs. I muttered under my breath. I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around into a snap mare, tossing her down onto the mat. She landed with a thud, sitting up instinctively. I took two quick steps back and cracked a kick across her back with my padded kickpad — SMAAASSSHHH! The sound exploded in the small venue, echoing off the walls. A few fans flinched at the noise. I smirked and raised my arms to the crowd. “That’s how it’s done!” I shouted, walking a slow circle around her as she winced on the mat. “You sure you’re ready for this, girl?” yt

15:08 Hana_Jeong: The moment the bell rang, I took a cautious step forward, hands raised, eyes steady on Lauren. The crowd’s murmur faded into a blur — I could hear only my breathing, the pounding of my pulse in my ears. She moved fast — faster than I expected. Her knee shot up into my stomach before I could brace. “Ah—!” The sound escaped my throat as the breath rushed out of me. My body folded around the impact, and I dropped to one knee, clutching my midsection. My vision swayed for a heartbeat, the noise of the crowd suddenly louder, sharper. Before I could recover, her hands tangled in my hair, and the next instant my back hit the mat with a heavy thud. I gasped, sitting up instinctively, one hand reaching for my spine. Then came the crack. Her kick landed square across my back — a sharp, echoing sound that sliced through the hall. My body arched in pain, and I couldn’t stop the cry that tore out of me. “AAH—! FUUCK” The sting spread through my shoulders, my whole back tightening. I leaned forward, wincing, one arm wrapped protectively around my torso as the crowd’s reaction mixed with Lauren’s confident taunt. I heard her voice — teasing, proud. “You sure you’re ready for this, girl?” For a second, I stayed there, eyes shut, breathing through the pain. Then I looked up at her, sweat already beading along my temple. I didn’t answer. Instead, I forced my legs under me, my hand gripping the bottom rope for balance. yt

15:14 Lauren_James: "Get up, girl" I grabbed a handful of her hair just enough to guide her back to her feet. She doubled over as I feinted another kick, then planted my boot against her mid-section that drew another pop from the crowd. I took two quick steps back, used the ropes for balance, and jumped up for a hurricanrana—hooking my legs around her shoulders and spinning. The move sent her tumbling onto the mat and rolling right under the ropes, dropping down to the floor below. The fans cheered at the sudden burst of speed. I landed on one knee, flicked my hair back, and pointed toward her with a grin. yt

15:16 Hana_Jeong: The world tilted for a heartbeat as I slipped under the bottom rope and landed outside the ring. The floor was cold beneath my hands; the sounds of the crowd pressed in from every side. Their cheers had changed — excitement for the match, but also small murmurs of sympathy that reached me like whispers. For the first time since the bell rang, I felt something sharp twist in my chest — not pain, but doubt. Maybe they were right. Maybe I wasn’t ready for this. Maybe I should’ve stayed home, stayed safe. I leaned against the guardrail, the cool metal steadying me. Faces from the front row looked back — wide eyes, some worried, some encouraging. A little boy clapped his hands and shouted, “You can do it!” That made me smile, just a little. I looked toward the ring. Lauren stood there, confident and poised, the lights glinting off her blonde hair as she motioned for me to get back in.

15:19 Lauren_James: I stood on the apron, watching Hana steady herself against the guardrail. The crowd was buzzing now — half of them cheering for me, half wanting to see what the new girl could do. I took a deep breath and looked over my shoulder. My heart was pounding, but I could feel the rush of it — that thrill that only comes when you take a risk. “Let’s give them a show,” I whispered to myself. I turned my back to Hana, grabbed the top rope for balance, and launched into a smooth moonsault — a clean backward flip that drew gasps from the crowd. The timing hit perfectly, both of us landing near the rail in a controlled fall that looked big and dramatic under the lights. The fans jumped to their feet, the sound rising through the small venue. I rolled to one knee, flipping my hair back with a grin, breathing hard but feeling that spark of pride.

15:21 Hana_Jeong: Lauren’s body flipped backward in a perfect arc — the lights catching her hair as she twisted through the air. The audience gasped as one, that split-second silence before the landing that every performer lives for. The impact looked huge — loud, dramatic, perfectly timed. The barricade shook with the sound, the kind of noise that makes the crowd believe it’s chaos, even when both wrestlers know every beat by heart. I hit the mat on cue, my arms splayed wide, selling the moment. The fans closest to us leaned over the rail, shouting, some cheering for Lauren, others calling my name. My chest rose and fell fast. yt

15:27 Lauren_James: I planted my foot, recovered my balance, and slid one hand over my knee pad to pull it up tight. The crowd hummed around us. I grabbed a handful of her hair — just enough to pull her up — and dragged her to the apron. I shoved her face against the hard edge of the apron in a loud, staged bump that made the fans shout. I stepped back and leaned down close to her ear, voice low and hard. “What’s up, little jobber? Missing China or whatever is called the shithole where you came from?” I straightened, letting the words hang in the air as I raise my fist to punch her scared face yt

15:49 Hana_Jeong: Lauren’s insult hung in the air, sharp and ugly, but it did something I didn’t expect — it snapped something awake in me. For a moment the quiet girl I’d always been and the fighter I’d trained to become collided. I moved before I thought. My hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, twisting it in an old drill so her momentum carried her forward. I hooked my other arm under her and drove a clean forearm into her face — not to hurt, but to sell the story — and the crowd reacted with a mix of shock and approval. A fierce sound burst out of me — small and startling at first, then growing into a full-throated cry that felt more like a release than a shout. It wasn’t practiced showmanship; it was all heart. “HYA!” I yelled, the warrior cry surprising even me as it cut through the noise. Lauren staggered, hand to her jaw, blinking. I didn’t give her time to breathe. I grabbed her around the waist, planted my feet, and drove my shoulder forward, powering her back into the steel guardrail with a staged, ringing bump that sent a shiver through the front row. The barricade reverberated; fans jumped, reacting to the spectacle. She doubled over on the rail, stunned. I stepped in close, swung my padded leg low and sharp — a deliberate, practiced low kick to the stomach. The impact sounded huge under the lights, the thud of neoprene on midsection that made the venue roar. Lauren folded, winded, and the crowd exploded — half cheering the shot, half cheering the comeback. I stood over her for a second, chest heaving, the adrenaline buzzing in my limbs. My voice was louder now, more open than it had been all night. The girl who’d hidden behind polite bows had turned into something else on this ramp — loud, bright, and very much alive.

15:53 Hana_Jeong: But I dont give her a minute of rest. I grab a handful of her blonde hair and drag her with violence against the ring steel stairs yt

16:05 Lauren_James: I didn’t see it coming. One moment I was catching my breath, the next her hand was in my hair and she was pulling hard. Pain shot through my scalp and I stumbled forward, my boots sliding on the floor. She dragged me down the apron like I was weightless, my hands clawing at her wrist but finding no grip. Then — clang! — my shoulder smashed against the steel steps. The sound rang through the whole venue. My body jerked, and I let out a choked sob before I could stop it. The shock hit me first, then the sting that spread through my whole arm. She didn’t stop. She yanked me again, slamming me once more into the cold metal. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the floor beside the stairs, holding my shoulder tight. My breath came in short gasps, and my eyes blurred with tears. I could hear the crowd reacting — half cheering, half wincing — but it all felt distant, like I was underwater. My lip trembled as I tried to push myself up, but my arms felt weak. A soft sob escaped my throat, high and shaky. I tilted my head up just enough to see her standing above me, breathing steady, focused. My whole body shivered from the rush of pain and adrenaline. I wanted to look strong, but right then, all I could do was curl one arm around my ribs, blinking through tears, trying to find the strength to stand again. yt

20:11 Hana_Jeong: I dragged her by the hair and her trunls, rolling her under the bottom rope, the movement smooth . Then I slid in right after her, one knee hitting the mat before I rose to my feet. Shetried to push up, but I reached down and brought her to a standing position—hand in her hair, the other steady on her back. The crowd counted along as I scooped her up in one strong motion. The slam echoed through the ring, the sound crisp, just the way it’s meant to. “YAA!” I dropped to one side, bouncing off the ropes, and came down with a clean, leg drop across her chest. The fans popped big, the noise filling the small hall. For a second I stayed there, chest heaving, the lights hot above me. I could hear the chant starting again—my name, halting at first, then louder. "C'mon!" I shout at them. yt

20:15 Lauren_James: I rolled onto my back, arms spread wide across the mat. The canvas felt rough and warm beneath me, soaked with the heat from the lights. My chest rose and fell fast, every breath ragged. I could hear the ring ropes shaking somewhere above me, the echo of footsteps, the crowd’s noise fading in and out like a wave. My hair was a mess, strands of blonde sticking to my face and neck. I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, but all I could see were flashes of the lights hanging from the ceiling — blinding and white. Sweat ran down my temples and into my eyes, stinging them. I tried to move, lifting my arm just enough to grab the air, but my muscles barely responded. My body felt heavy, drained, every nerve screaming at me to stop. I turned my head to one side, mouth slightly open, gasping, my lips trembling. The noise from the fans filled the small venue — some shouting my name, others chanting for Hana. My mind told me to get up, to fight back, but my body wouldn’t listen. I was completely spent, lying there in the center of the ring, my limbs stretched out, the sound of my breathing loud in my own ears. All I could do was stare up at the ceiling lights, blinking through the blur, waiting for her next move. yt

20:20 Hana_Jeong: The crowd’s chant built like a wave — “Ha-na! Ha-na!” — echoing through the small venue. I could feel the pulse of it under my boots as I pulled Lauren up from the mat, setting the stage for the closing sequence. She tried to steady herself, but I guided her to her knees — the perfect setup. The fans recognized the signal, their cheers rising as I took two steps back and lined up the shot. I sprinted forward. My knee came up high, my leg cutting through the air in one smooth motion — the Shining Wizard — a move I’d practiced hundreds of times in the gym. My boot connected perfectly against her shoulder and chest, snapping her head back in a theatrical whip as she fell to the mat. The crowd exploded. I dropped to one knee beside her, breathing hard, feeling the electricity of the moment surge through me. This was it — the finish. I dragged her carefully toward the center of the ring, making sure the spacing was right. Then I looked up at the top turnbuckle — my heart skipping. The crowd noise dimmed to a distant roar as I climbed, one hand gripping each rope for balance. At the top, I hesitated just a second, my nerves alive and buzzing. My fingers brushed the tape on my wrist — the hidden photo of my family beneath it. I pressed a kiss to it and whispered under my breath, “For you.” Then I leapt — twisting through the air in a clean, acrobatic arc. The Senton Bomb. The rotation felt endless, time stretching until I hit the mat in a perfect landing. The ring shook beneath us. I roll full of pain next to her broken and finished body and hoooked up her leg and the ref start to count 1- 2 ... yt

20:30 Lauren_James: The moment her body crashed down on top of me, everything went white. The air was knocked straight out of my lungs. My legs twitched once, then went still. I could taste sweat and blood in my mouth — and a line of drool slipped down the side of my lip as my head rolled weakly to one side. My chest rose and fell fast, my arms limp, my body refusing to move. I could hear the crowd somewhere far away, their cheers muffled, like I was underwater. The sound of Hana breathing hard next to me filled the silence between chants. I blinked up at the ceiling lights, barely aware of her shifting beside me. Then I felt her arm hook around my leg. My body moved only because she made it — limp, unresisting. My knee bent easily as she lifted it for the pin. I didn’t even try to break it. I couldn’t. The referee dropped beside us, hand slapping the mat — ONE! My eyes fluttered. My lips parted, but no words came out. TWO! A weak breath escaped me — the only sign I was still conscious. THREE! The bell rang. I didn’t move. My body just sagged against the mat, sprawled and defeated, hair spread across the canvas. The lights above blurred into one bright haze. I let go completely, the last bit of strength draining out of me as the crowd roared for Hana’s victory. yt

20:34 Hana_Jeong: I dropped her leg limp and I stayed over her body. For a moment I just sat there next to her, staring at the lights, realizing what had just happened. My first match in America — my first win. "Oh fuck..." I whispered in korean. The lights seemed softer now. I reached out and touched her hand—just a small, discreet gesture between two young women who had just given everything they had. It wasn’t about victory or humilliating her after she bullied me; it was about respect, about the unspoken promise that both of us would walk away stronger. She gave the faintest squeeze back. The audience couldn’t see the details, but they could feel the moment. A cheer rose again, warmer this time. I bowed my head to her, then to the fans, still holding my wrist for a heartbeat where my family’s photo rested under the tape. "Thank you, you made my dream come true and I will never forget this moment". My first night in America, my first match in this country. yt

20:37 Lauren_James: I barely moved as her hand touched mine. My whole body ached, every breath shallow, but that small, gentle gesture cut through the pain like light. For a second, I forgot the crowd, the loss, the shame. All I felt was her warmth — calm, soft, real. When she spoke, her voice trembled with emotion, and even though I didn’t understand every word, I could hear the meaning in her tone. It wasn’t pride or arrogance; it was gratitude. That made my throat tighten. My fingers gave the faintest squeeze back. I wanted her to know I felt it too — that it was okay, that I respected her. As she bowed to me and the fans cheered again, I just lay there, breathing hard, eyes glassy. A weak smile crossed my lips. Her joy was pure, and somehow, that made losing hurt a little less. I had played my part, and she had found her moment. Watching her stand tall under the lights, I felt something new inside me — not jealousy, but peace and respect for her. Tonight, she had made her dream come true. And I had helped her do it. "You deserved it. You are the better woman" I whispered her back. yt

20:41 Hana_Jeong: I knelt beside her, still breathing hard, my chest rising and falling with every beat of adrenaline. The noise of the crowd faded into a soft hum. Lauren looked so fragile now — her face pale, sweat shining on her skin, eyes half-open but empty. I reached for her hand again, this time holding it tighter. “Hey,” I whispered gently. “It’s okay… you did so good.” She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn’t respond. I could see the effort in her trembling arms, the small gasp that escaped her lips. Without thinking, I slipped an arm behind her shoulders and another under her legs, guiding her slowly toward the ropes. The referee moved closer, but I shook my head. “I’ve got her.” I rolled her carefully to the apron, then slid outside and reached back in to lift her. She was light, limp from the match, and as I lifted her, her arms came up weakly — wrapping around my neck. Her head rested on my shoulder, warm and heavy, and I could feel her breath against my collarbone. The crowd was quiet now, watching. I didn’t raise my arm or smile for the cameras. This moment wasn’t about winning. It was about her — about the woman who had given everything so I could live my dream. As I carried her toward the ramp, I held her close, steady and gentle, like she was something precious. Her hair brushed against my cheek, and I whispered so only she could hear, “Thank you, Lauren… you were amazing.” She didn’t answer — just leaned into me, trusting me completely. And in that small, quiet walk under the lights, I didn’t feel like a winner. I felt human.

20:41 Hana_Jeong: (END)

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