NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

15:05 Hana_Jeong: Backstage in the Hammerstein Ballroom, the air hums with distant crowd noise — the low, rumbling excitement of a promotion’s first-ever title match. NEW: Noir Extreme Wrestling. A brand-new women’s division. A new championship. And me — chosen to open the company’s history. I sit on the locker-room bench, pulling my light yellow tank top into place and smoothing the fabric over my ribs. My light blue trunks match perfectly, the colors soft but bright under the fluorescent lights. I tighten the straps on my white knee pads, adjust my white kickpads, and pull my white elbow pads snug until everything feels just right — familiar, comfortable, fight-ready. I lean close to the mirror, brushing on a quick line of eyeliner, a touch of color on my lips. My reflection looks nervous, but determined. My first title match. My first NEW entrance. Hammerstein Ballroom. I breathe in, steadying myself, then stand and roll my shoulders until they loosen. A production assistant knocks once. “Two minutes, Hana.” I nod, swallow hard, then step out into the dim hallway leading to the curtain. My heart pounds louder with every footstep. Behind the curtain, the lights are low, the air thick with anticipation. I bounce on my toes, shaking out my arms.

15:05 Hana_Jeong: Then Mapei – Don't Wait hits the PA system, flooding the Ballroom with bright, upbeat energy. The crowd pops, excited for one half of the inaugural title match. The female announcer’s voice booms with fire: “Hailing from Busan, South Korea! Standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds! THIS… IS… HANA JEONG!” I burst through the curtain, smiling wide despite the flood of adrenaline burning in my veins. Fans along the guardrail reach out, waving signs with my name; I slap hands, clap palms, letting their energy wash over me. The Ballroom feels electric — my first big NEW moment. I slide under the bottom rope with a fluid motion, popping to my feet. I head straight to the corner, stretching my arms over the top rope, rolling my neck, bouncing lightly. Every muscle fires with nervous anticipation, every breath tight but ready. The crowd buzzes louder as the lights dim for Sheril. I keep stretching, eyes fixed on the stage, waiting for the veteran — Sheril — to emerge and begin the biggest match of my career.

15:06 Hana_Jeong:

15:10 Sheril: Hana and Brooke get together and form a new federation and they invite me to join.. and what do you know I'm in the very first match against the co-founder Hana. We we have never fought before so I'm anxious to see what she is like.. i arrive at the ballroom on the night at the match and go to the back locker room.. stripping off my t-shirt and jean shorts I slide on my white one piece with a pretty heart pattern across the chest.. I lace up my matching boots and put the finishing touches on my hair and nails.. looking myself over in the mirror, perfect as usual when I hear a knock on the door telling me it's time.. I saunter down the hallway and stand behind the curtain listening to your fans cheer you.. this is the first match of the federation so I want to make a good impression let alone it's a championship match.. Crazy Bitch from Buckcherry blasts through the speakers and I emerge from the curtain to mixed reviews.. as the MC announces...

15:12 Sheril: AND HER OPPONENT SHE COMES TO US FROM THE GULF COAST OF FLORIDA SHE STANDS 5 FT 9 IN TALL SHE WEIGHS IN AT A CURVY SEXY 160 LB LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME THE BRUNETTE BOMBSHELL SHERIL!!!... The crowd erupts as I make my way towards the ring.. my dark hair hangs loose over my shoulders as I walk up the steps and wipe my feet on the apron glaring at you across the ring.. I nod at you before slipping between the ropes.. I take a lap around the ring with my arms in the air waving to my fans before going to my corner stretching...

15:12 Sheril:

15:17 Hana_Jeong: The moment Crazy Bitch hits the speakers, the energy in the Hammerstein shifts. I’ve been pacing in my corner to keep the nerves down, but when Sheril steps through the curtain — confident, seasoned, fully owning her moment — a cold ripple runs up my arms. Goosebumps. The kind you only get when you’re staring at a real veteran, someone who’s walked into dozens of arenas like she owns them. Her dark hair swinging, that white one-piece with the heart pattern, the swagger, the mixed roar of the fans — it all screams experience. And for the first time tonight, it hits me fully: This is my debut. My federation. My championship. And my first opponent is a woman who’s been doing this longer than I’ve dreamed of it. Sheril wipes her boots on the apron and slides in, glaring across the ring. I hold that look, my pulse thudding in my neck, but inside I feel something tighten — excitement and intimidation twisted together. She takes her lap, raises her arms, and the crowd reacts big. I breathe slowly, steadying myself. This is happening. The female referee steps into the center, raising the brand-new championship belt high above her head. The lights hit the gold, flashing across the Ballroom. The announcer’s voice rises, booming with ceremony: “This match… is scheduled for ONE FALL! And it… is… for the N.E.W. Women’s World Championship!“ The fans roar back, the historic weight of the moment washing over the ring. Sheril and I step forward. The referee leans in just enough for only us to hear, speaking softly: “Good luck, girls. Try to keep it a clean bout.” I swallow, nod once, then take a step toward Sheril. Despite the nerves, despite the stakes, I lift my hand out to her — open, steady, respectful. A gesture of fair play. A sign that whatever happens next… it starts with honor.

15:22 Sheril: I love the crowds reaction when I enter and take control of the vibe.. my big round ass jiggling for the crowd as I warm up in my corner.. I feel the butterflies in my stomach knowing I need to make a good impression and send this federation through the roof... The referee holds up the belt and I look up with a hopeful expression on my face.. I've made my life about searching for titles and this is yet another chance.. we walk out to the middle of the Ring and the referee gives us our final instructions.. I see you extend your hand and in a gesture of good faith I take a second to reach out and Shake it letting you know it's nothing personal even though I have very bad intentions...

15:25 Hana_Jeong: The handshake is firm — respectful — but the moment our fingers separate, something inside me flips. The sportsmanship fades, replaced by the raw pulse of competition. The crowd senses it too; the hum in the Ballroom tightens like a drumhead. I take a slow step back, eyes locked on Sheril, and begin to circle her. My boots glide over the canvas in smooth, practiced arcs. Every movement feels clean, controlled, flawless — the hours of training finally paying off on a stage that matters. Sheril mirrors me step for step, her posture steady, her veteran confidence unshaken. The tension builds with each rotation, with each heartbeat. I lift my arms, readying my stance — fingers spread, elbows high, shoulders loose. The crowd leans in. Then I explode forward, pushing off my back foot with all the speed I can generate, launching myself straight toward her for a collar-and-elbow lock-up, testing her strength, testing her reflexes, ready to feel for the first time exactly how powerful she really is. RGGHHHH" I groan as I struggle a lot

15:31 Sheril: I shake your hands in a sign of good sportsmanship but then it's down to business.. my sweet and friendly demeanor evaporates quickly when the bell rings.. the crowd jumps to their feet picking their favorite and I bring my hands up with my right leg back circling you to my right.. "Come here sweetie you know you want me" I hiss.. the sound of flesh smacking flesh fills the arena when we collide in the middle of the Ring in a tie up.. I press my feet against the dirty canvas knowing I have both size and weight on you .. my thick legs press on the canvas as I take one step forward then another using my size too shove your scrawny body back trying to press you when the corner..

15:35 Hana_Jeong: Sheril’s strength hits me like a wall the moment our bodies clash — solid, immovable, veteran power. Our arms lock, muscles trembling, but she plants her boots wide and drives forward with that extra weight and height advantage. I grit my teeth, pushing back as hard as I can, but inch by inch the canvas disappears beneath me. The crowd feels the shift immediately, the roar turning into a rising wave as they watch me get forced back. Her thick legs dig in. Mine slide. She steps forward. Then again. My heels touch the turnbuckles. I exhale sharply as my back bumps into the corner pads, the ropes pressing against my arms. Sheril leans in, her strength pinning me there for another heartbeat. I raise both hands quickly — open, clearly off the lock-up — signaling I’m in the ropes. The referee dives in between us, palms out. “Break! Break the hold!”

15:39 Sheril: The crowd cheers me on as step by step I show off my power.. my hair frames my face as I march you backwards.."up what was this girl thinking? " I think to myself feeling confident that there's no way you could match my strength.. I press my thick body against yours in the corner my tits pancaking yours.. I watch as you raise your hands and the referee tells me to break.. I keep myself pressed against you till she counts 4! .. " I'm off her I'm off her!" I yell out as I bring my hands up only to send my right knee forward as hard as I can trying to catch you in the belly knowing I'm bending the rules but don't care..

15:43 Hana_Jeong: Sheril presses in tight, using every inch of her size and strength to smother and trap me in the corner. I can feel her weight pinning me, her confidence radiating off her as the ref starts the count. She waits until four before finally peeling her body back — but only just long enough to pretend she’s obeying. Before I can even inhale her knee drives deep into my mid-section, a brutal, rule-bending strike that lands with a sickening thud. All the breath in my lungs detonates at once. My whole body jolts forward, folding around the impact like someone cut my spine loose. A wet, involuntary spray of drool hits the canvas as I choke for air, one hand clutching my stomach, the other braced weakly on the middle rope "WHHUUUUUF". My legs tremble. The shock of the blow radiates outward — ribs burning, gut twisting, the taste of copper rising at the back of my throat. The crowd gasps, some booing, others cheering the viciousness, but their voices feel distant compared to the violent pulse roaring in my ears. I stay doubled over, breath shattered, the referee shouting at Sheril while I struggle just to stay upright against the ropes.

15:47 Sheril: OHHHH comes from the fans when they see my slightly less than legal move.. my knee drills almost through your scrawny belly getting most of the wind out of you.. "How's that feel honey?" I growl at you.. wanting to put on a show and also needing to have that belt around my waist I reach out grabbing a handful of hair in both hands yanking you out of the corner.. I throw my left arm over your neck and yours over mine.. my right hand shoots out to your tights gripping them.. the crowd looks on and knows what's coming when I pop my hips and again using my strength advantage try to hoist you up for a quick snap suplex wanting to deposit you back in the middle of the Ring..

15:51 Hana_Jeong: Sheril’s fingers twist deep into my hair, ripping me straight out of the corner before my legs have even recovered. My breath is still shredded from that knee — every inch she drags me hurts. She slings my arm over her shoulder, locking me in tight, and the crowd buzzes because they already know exactly what she’s setting up. Her hand fists into my tights. I barely have time to gasp. Then— POP. Her hips fire and the world whips upside-down. My feet leave the canvas violently, my stomach lurching as she yanks me into the air like I weigh nothing. For a split second everything freezes — then gravity slams me down. CRACK! My back hits the mat so hard it bounces. Pain explodes across my spine, a shockwave flipping through my ribs and shoulders. I arch off the canvas with a sharp cry, my face twisted, eyes squeezed shut as the impact rips through my core. I roll to my side instinctively, one arm clutching my lower back, my boots scraping helplessly for traction. "Fuck..." I sob.

15:56 Sheril: The ropes Shake and all the wrong parts of me jiggle when we hit the canvas.. YEAH SHERIL! I hear as your body bounces off the mat.. I roll to my right getting to one knee.. my right hand brushes the hair off my face and I look down at you with a slight smile.. my confidence grows with each moment and I move over to you grabbing your arms and putting you in a sitting position.. with the sweat showing on my pale skin I slide my hands down your arms to your wrists and dropping to my left knee I try to shove my right knee between your shoulder blades as I try to pull your arms back and stretch you out a bit..

16:04 Hana_Jeong: As your fingers slide down my arms to my wrists, I can feel your confidence… and I know I’m in trouble. Your knee digs between my shoulder blades and the stretch rips a loud groan out of me. My back arches, my boots scrabbling uselessly against the mat as the pain shoots through my shoulders. I twist left… then right… teeth clenched, sweat dripping off my brow as you pull harder. But then—your balance shifts. Just a little. Just enough. I suck in a breath, use the momentum of the pull, and suddenly roll backwards underneath your hold, the pain turning into desperate adrenaline. My legs swing up—sloppy, strained, but fast my thighs clamp around your head, ankles locking tight as I fall onto my back and yank you down with me into a tight headscissors, your face trapped between my legs as we hit the canvas.

16:12 Sheril: Pressing my knee to your back I hear your feet drum the mat.. the crowd cheers us on as we tear into each other... I shake your upper body a few times letting the crowd take you in until. OMPH BITCH! I squeal when you roll forward and suddenly my head gets wrapped up in your legs yanking me forward.. ARG you send me forward and I roll on the mat getting to one knee next to the ropes.. my right arm rests on the middle rope as I glare back at you.. "good to know you have some fight in you little girl" I say before slowly pulling myself up on the rope knowing this is going to be a challenge if not fun..

16:19 Hana_Jeong: I sit up slowly, chest rising and falling, my cheeks flushed from effort and embarrassment as you glare back at me from the ropes. Your mocking little line—“good to know you have some fight in you little girl”—makes me look down for a second, shy, brushing hair from my face and biting my lip like I wasn’t supposed to get that move in. But the moment I see you using the ropes to pull yourself up, unsteady, exposed—my expression snaps from timid to determined. I push off the mat, scrambling to my feet. I take two steps back— BOUNCE! My shoulders hit the opposite ropes and slingshot me forward like a bullet. Boots pounding the canvas. Head low. Arms tucked. Legs chambered— And at full sprint I LEAP at you— “HRAAAAH!” Both boots shoot out toward your chest in a running dropkick, all momentum behind it, aiming to smash you back through the ropes

16:26 Sheril: I adjust my strap on my shoulder as I slowly pull myself up..like two wildcats battling for supremacy the glare at each other each one looking at the other as prey.. I see the angry expression on your face and I start to smile and knowing I got under your skin .. pulling on the ropes I start to get my feet planted when OMPH your boots drill my tits sending me between the top and middle ropes tumbling to the floor with a thud.. OHH echoes in the arena and I roll to my now hurting back laying on the floor trying to clear the cobwebs.

16:32 Hana_Jeong: I land on my side after the dropkick, sliding a bit on the canvas before grabbing the bottom rope and pulling myself upright. I see you tumbling to the floor, the whole arena popping at the impact, and I take a second to breathe—hand on my ribs, hair in my face, chest rising and falling. Then I spot you down on the outside. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and step through the ropes onto the apron, keeping one hand on the top rope for balance. I’m still a little shaky, but I straighten up tall, planting my feet and glaring down at you. I shout, voice cracking with both nerves and adrenaline: “COME ON! GET UP!” The crowd reacts instantly—half cheering me, half warning you. I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet on the apron, timing it… waiting… watching you start to rise on the floor, using the guardrail for leverage, your back turned just enough— Perfect. I grip the top rope with both hands, bend my knees, and explode upward. I spring off the top rope, back arched, body curling into that perfect tight rotation— A full, clean lionsault— My gear flashing under the lights as I flip— Coming down fast and hard, aiming to crash onto you on the outside and wipe you out completely.

16:38 Sheril: My chest heaves as I lay on the floor staring at the lights.. your sudden offense taking me outside the ring to the floor.. "Get up Sheril!" Getting yelled at me from the side I roll to my side getting to one knee.. my hair hangs over my face as I slowly get to my feet and turning to see you only an upside down version.. ARGH you're scrawny body slams against mine sending me back down to the thinly padded floor with you on top of me... "oh gawd " I groan trying to shove you off of me needing some relief..

16:42 Hana_Jeong: I groan loudly, pressing my hands against my abs, feeling the soreness shoot through my midsection from the landing outside the ring. My chest heaves, sweat sticking my hair to my face, but I quickly shake it off, straighten up, and throw my head back. “C’MON!” I shout to the crowd, letting the adrenaline take over, my voice echoing through the Hammerstein Ballroom. Their cheers fuel me, and I let them know I’m not done. I reach down, grabbing your hair firmly in one hand, yanking you up slowly so you’re staggering on unsteady legs. My other hand pushes against your shoulder for leverage as I step back a little, measuring distance. Then, using every ounce of strength I can muster, I whip you with an Irish whip toward the steel steps beside the ring, aiming to slam you into them hard. My grip is tight, my expression fierce, my body trembling from the effort and pain alike.

16:48 Sheril: The sweat flies off of us when your scrawny body sends me back down to the floor.. half the crowd cheering me on while the others cheer you I roll over getting to all fours as you play to the fans.. AHHH MY HAIR BITCH! I yell out when you not so nicely help me to my feet using my hair.. pain goes through my scalp for a second before you grab my wrist. . WHOA ARHH I yell out when my back hits the steel steps.. the crowd cheers the smaller girls offense against the big ring veteran.. I sit there on the floor leaning against the steps.. my body hurting I grab the apron and start to pull myself back up..

16:50 Hana_Jeong: I bite down, adrenaline spiking as you hear the crowd gasping and roaring at the sight of Sheril slumped against the steel steps. I breathe heavily, wiping sweat from my brow, then my eyes catch the folded steel chair lying just a few feet away. I hesitate only a second—long enough for the crowd to feel the tension—before I snatch the chair up with both hands. The metal is cold against my palms as I fold it flat and drop it onto the floor. I step onto it, sliding it under my boots so it sits perfectly balanced beneath my feet. Sheril’s fingers claw at the apron, hauling her battered body upright. She’s barely halfway up when I take off in a sprint. “GET UP!” I shout—not a warning, but a challenge. I leap, legs tucking in, the chair riding up the soles of my boots as I extend both feet straight toward her chest— A CHAIR-BOOSTED RUNNING DROPKICK aimed to blast her right back into the steel steps

16:54 Sheril: My back hurting I feel the cold steel steps against me... I try to get air in me as you search under the ring for something.. I look through my hair to see you pull out a chair.. the crowd now on their feet scream at both of us some cheering you some warning me.. with this match wearing on me I try to use my experience to my advantage.. I hear you shouting at me and I intentionally take longer to get to my feet knowing you have bad intentions.. when you rush at me I see you take the chair with you and I press off the apron sending myself to the side trying to dive out of the way of your match ending assault..

16:58 Hana_Jeong: I yell out as I fly through the air, chair in hand, ready to hit Sheril with everything I’ve got—but in a split second, she dives to the side, evading me completely. “NOOO!” I scream, crashing directly into the cold steel steps with a deafening CLANG! The impact rattles through my entire body, the crowd gasping at the noise. I slump forward, my hands clutching my kickpads as pain radiates through my legs and torso. My face twists in agony, teeth gritted, as I struggle to catch my breath. Every muscle screams, and for a moment, I can barely move—Sheril’s quick thinking leaving me sprawled and humiliated in front of the roaring crowd.

17:02 Sheril: KLANG is all I hear as I dive to the side thankfully avoiding your attack.. I see you writhing in pain and I use that time to catch my breath.. slowly getting to my hands and knees I make my way over to the chair that you gifted me.. grabbing it in both hands I press up to my feet.. still catching my breath and my legs a little wobbly I looked to the crowd tapping the chair on the floor to get them riled up.. as you lay on the floor I look down at you with an angry expression on my face.. "You're mine now bitch!" I growl right before I raise the chair over my head only to try to send it back down on your legs as you lay on the floor..

17:09 Hana_Jeong: “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!” My scream rips out of me raw and high‑pitched as white‑hot pain explodes through both of my long legs. The shock makes my whole body jolt off the floor before I collapse back down, trembling. I clutch desperately at my kickpads, fingers digging into them as if I could somehow hold the pain in. I groan, wounded and helpless, the sound broken and animalistic— “nnnghh… ahh fuuuuuck… my legs… ahhh…” I twist onto my side, boots scraping weakly against the floor, my eyes squeezed shut as I whimper like a hurt dog, completely at her mercy now

17:12 Sheril: The chair crashes down on your legs and gets a pop from the fans.. "I'm going home champion bitch!" I yell at you tossing the chair to the side.. my right hand brushes the hair off my sweaty face.. this match has worn on me but I have to see it through.. with the crowd cheering me on I reach out grabbing your right boot using it to turn you over to your belly.. with a slight smile on my face I raise your leg up only to drive it back down trying to slam your knee to the hard floor "Take this bitch!"...

17:16 Hana_Jeong: The moment my knee hits the floor, the shock rips straight through me. “AAAHHHHHH—!!” My scream is sharp, desperate, almost panicked. Even with the knee pad, the impact feels like my joint just exploded. My body jerks violently and I roll instinctively onto my side, then onto my back, then back again, unable to stay still as the agony burns hot and deep. I clutch my knee with both hands, fingers trembling. “My knee—! Ahhh… ahhh—! No, no, no—!” I’m rolling side to side like a wounded animal, my long hair sticking to my sweaty face, my light blue trunks and white pads scraping across the floor as I writhe helplessly. Every time I try to straighten the leg, a fresh bolt of pain makes me yelp— “Nngh—AHH!” There’s no hiding it.

17:21 Sheril: I get another cheap pop from the fans when I slam your knee to the floor.. I take the time to get some wind back as you roll on the floor.. "I'll show you who's the HBIC!" I shout down at you. My left hand grabs your hair as my right grabs your left arm and I peel you off the floor rolling you under the bottom rope.. THIS IS AWESOME THIS IS AWESOME! Echoes around us and I slide underneath the bottom rope getting to my feet.. I reach down and grab your head pulling you up to your knees shoving it between my thick powerful thighs.. my arms go around your waist and I press my tits against your back.. the crowd gets to their feet with their camera phones ready.. once again popping my hips I tried to take you up off the mat so your legs straddle my head trying to send you back down with a power bomb..

17:30 Hana_Jeong: Your thighs clamp tight around my head, and for a split second all I can do is whimper into the soft fabric of your gear. My hands paw weakly at your hips, fingers trembling against your tights. When your arms wrap around my waist and your chest presses against my back, the crowd roars—they know what’s coming. My feet barely touch the mat before you pop your hips and lift me— But instinct takes over. Mid-air, my body twists, momentum snapping me forward— WHIP—CRASH! I flip through and hit the hurricanrana, sending you tumbling across the ring. The crowd pops HUGE, but I don’t even get to enjoy it. I land awkwardly on my bad leg— “AAAHHH!!” My knee buckles and I collapse to the canvas, clutching it tight. My face twists, my breath sharp and ragged as pain overwhelms me. But I can’t stop. Not now. Not with the title on the line. Gritting my teeth, I crawl. I crawl across the mat like a wounded animal until I reach you. I grab a fistful of your hair—my hand shaking from the pain shooting up my leg—and yank your head up. I use the ropes to pull myself halfway to my feet, balancing mostly on one leg. My eyes are glassy with agony, but I swing anyway— WHIP! My heel snaps toward your head in a desperate, lightning-fast enziguri, my body twisting violently as I throw everything I have left into the kick. Whether it connects or not…

17:37 Sheril: I'm a little too arrogant when I shove your head between my thick thighs.. my tits press against your back and I get your scrawny body up only the feel of your legs wrap around my head. WHOA! I yell out as I roll forward.. the crowd looks on in disbelief as all the wrong parts of me jiggle when I roll towards the ropes.. using my veteran instincts I roll through it.. almost playing possum I see you stumbling to get your footing.. when you come rushing at me I press up to my feet bringing my arm up trying to hook your kick to my side and use your momentum to roll you over to your belly going for a single leg crab.. ..

17:41 Hana_Jeong: The moment she catches my leg mid-strike, my eyes go wide— “No… no, no—!” She yanks, turns, and I’m flipped hard onto my stomach. Before I can even inhale, her weight drops onto my lower back and she wrenches my injured leg backward, folding it at a sickening angle. “AAAAAAAHHHH!!” My scream rips through the Hammerstein Ballroom, raw and broken. My fingers claw desperately at the canvas, digging trenches in the fabric as I try to drag myself forward—just inches at a time. My knee feels like it’s on fire, white-hot pain shooting up through my spine as she sits deep into the hold. “LET GO—PLEASE—AAAHH!!” Tears stream down my cheeks, mixing with sweat as I stretch one shaking arm toward the ropes. My palm slaps the mat over and over, not in tapping—but in blind, panicked desperation. I drag myself forward, nails scraping, trembling, sobbing openly. “Just… a little… more…” I whisper in korean. My fingertips almost touch the bottom rope— But she cranks back even deeper, folding my body into a screaming arch. “GAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

17:47 Sheril: Flashes from cameras bounce around The ballroom as you squeal in pain under me.. "Make her suffer Sheril!" Comes from the side as I sit my sexy ass down on your lower back.. "come on bitch GIVE!" Knowing this hurts.. your screams fill the ballroom as you slowly drag us to the ropes.. when your fingers touch them the referee comes in and tells me to break the hold.. "Fuck off!" I yell back at her "No holds barred bitch!" With those words I let go of your legs and turning to your head I grip your hair and using it to shove you forward I try to shove your neck over the middle rope taking advantage of the No holds barred part of the match..

17:51 Hana_Jeong: As you shove my neck across the middle rope, my throat crushes against it with a loud CHOKE—GHHKK! My legs kick uselessly on the canvas, hands flying to the rope as I try to pull myself free. My face turns red instantly, tears spilling as I gag for air. All around us, the Hammerstein Ballroom erupts—but not for me. Not anymore. The entire arena thunders with one united voice: “LET’S GO SHERIL! LET’S GO SHERIL!” My own name—Hana, the korean sweetheart the promotion tried to build this night around—is nowhere in the chant anymore. It’s like a knife straight through my heart on top of the pain ripping through my neck. I cough harshly against the rope, body trembling. You only push harder, forcing my throat deeper onto the cable, making my boots drum frantically against the mat as the oxygen burns out of my lungs. I claw at the rope, at your wrist, at anything I can grab—my vision beginning to blur at the edges. The crowd keeps roaring for you, drowning out my soft, panicked cries. Suddenly I start to drool from my mouth

17:56 Sheril: SHERIL SHERIL SHERIL! They chant watching me dominate your smaller body.. "How's the breathing honey?" I shout.. I press your neck on the ropes letting fans watch parts of me jiggle.. the referee looks in but can't do anything to save you.. feeling you worn down enough I step back grabbing your boot using it to drag you back to the middle of the Ring.. "That belt is mine" I yell out to the fans.. turning you over to your back I step in and turning sit my sexy ass to the mat wrapping my legs around yours as I try to put you in a figure four leg lock wanting you to announce who the new Queen is in this federation..

17:58 Hana_Jeong: The moment your thick legs lace around mine and you drop to the mat, my world explodes in white-hot pain. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!” My scream cuts through the Hammerstein like a blade. My body jolts up off the canvas, hands immediately flying to my tortured knee as the figure-four snaps tight, bending it in ways my joints were never meant to go. My fingers dig into my own thigh, my nails clawing desperately as tears stream down my cheeks. You arch your hips, pouring even more pressure into the hold. The fans shout: “GIVE IT UP SWEETHEART!” “NEW QUEEN! NEW QUEEN!” The fans who loved me at the start are now chanting for my surrender. I pound the mat with both fists, sobbing openly, my voice breaking completely: “I—I GIVE!! I GIVE UP!! AAAAAHHHHH!!” My hand slaps the canvas again and again and again— not fighting, not resisting, not enduring. Just begging for it to stop as I cry in pure agony

18:03 Sheril: Locking in my figure four I smile when you're screams fill the Hammerstein ballroom.. my tits jolt in my top as I slammed my back to the canvas over and over increasing the pressure.. BREAK HER LEG! Gets shouted from the side.. I brush the hair off my face and place my elbows on the mat pouring on the pressure when you slap the canvas.. "Good girl" I hiss hearing you submit to me.. the referee tells me to break the hold and I look at her.. then looking back at you I slammed my back down to the canvas again... "Who's the Queen?!" I yell out trying to add insult to injury..

18:07 Hana_Jeong: The moment Sheril slams her back again, the hold tightens like a vice. A fresh bolt of agony erupts through my knee and lower leg, and the sound that comes out of me isn’t even a scream anymore—it’s a broken, choking sob. “AH—AHH—PLEASE—STOP—!” My hands claw at the canvas, my nails scraping long streaks in the mat as my body shakes uncontrollably. Tears stream down my face, blurring everything into smears of color. She shouts, “WHO’S THE QUEEN?!” Her voice booms over me, merciless. My voice cracks open as I gasp out between sobs: “Y-you… it’s you… Sheril… you’re the queen… please… please let me go…” I’m barely able to form the words, my breath hitching, my whole body trembling from the pain as I plead desperately for the hold to be released.

18:12 Sheril: SHERIL SHERIL SHERIL fills the ballroom again when I make you my bitch.. I lay back on the canvas for a moment my chest heaving.. my hard nipples obvious through my top.. I lessen the pressure on my legs as I slowly unravel them.. rolling over to one knee I smile at you as I press up to both feet.. the crowd cheers even more when the referee presents me with my new title.. I snatch it from her and hold it above my head to each corner of the Ring.. walking back towards you my right hand snatches your hair pulling your head up.. "Told ya bitch!" I yell before yanking your hair leading you to the ropes.. slipping under the bottom rope I grab you and tossing you on my shoulder I place my new shiny title over your ass as I walk you back to the locker room as my trophy..

18:16 Hana_Jeong: I hang limp over Sheril’s shoulder, completely defeated, my limbs dangling and my body bouncing slightly with each step she takes. The crowd’s roar swells around us—some cheering the new champion, others stunned silent that their “Korean sweetheart” has been reduced to this. My vision is blurry, my face still damp from tears, and my legs ache with every tiny motion. I don’t fight. I can’t fight. My body is a drained, trembling weight draped over her. The championship belt rests across my lower back as she carries me up the ramp, and the symbolism stings almost as much as my knee—the message to everyone in the Hammerstein Ballroom is clear: Sheril didn’t just win. She claimed the moment. My fingers twitch weakly against her back, the closest thing to a reaction I can manage. I don’t resist, don’t struggle, don’t even lift my head. Tonight she's clearly the better woman. I’m simply carried away—beaten, empty, and utterly at her mercy as the new champion of N.E.W. parades her victory.

18:20 Sheril: END