NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Hana_Jeong: I sit on the wooden bench. The tiles are cold against my back. The light above me is harsh and steady. I am already dressed. White and blue top. Matching trunks. Black knee pads. Black boots. I check my knee pads and pull them higher. I tighten the laces on my boots. My hands move slowly. I stay quiet. I know my opponent is Jillian, a new Japanese girl in N.E.W.. Stronger than me. I have seen her before. She does not rush matches. She takes control and keeps it. I take a deep breath. Then another one. My face stays calm. My body feels tense but ready. The sounds of the crowd come through the walls. Not loud. Close. Personal. I stand up from the bench. I roll my shoulders once. I stand in front of the mirror. I am wearing my ring gear. A white and blue sports top that fits tight against my chest. Matching white trunks that sit high on my hips. Black knee pads pulled snug over my knees. Black kickpads already pulled up. My hair is down, falling over my shoulders. I brush it back with my fingers so it stays out of my face. I apply a light layer of makeup. Foundation first, just enough to even my skin. I check under my eyes and blend it carefully. I add a small amount of eyeliner, keeping it simple and clean. No heavy colors. I want my face to look sharp under the lights, not dramatic. I press my lips together after applying a thin layer of lip balm. I look at my reflection for a moment. Calm expression. Focused eyes. I straighten the straps of my top and turn slightly to check my gear from the side. Everything is in place. I nod to myself once, then step back from the mirror.

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Jillian_Mercer: I am already waiting inside the ring, for my challenger to appear. The crowd has taken me in, some cheering, others booing, many not sure what to make of me yet. They can see my confidence and arrogance as it is present in my stance and smirk, something that never seems to leave my face. I take circular walks in the ring. I am wearing a fully black attire - leggings, boots and a sports bra. I wonder when my opponent will appear. I know who it is, but what i don't know are her abilities. I lick my lips in anticipation of a great fight.

Jillian_Mercer:

Hana_Jeong: I step out from behind the curtain and the noise of the crowd grows immediately. My walk is slower than usual. I feel the nerves in my stomach but I keep moving forward. I raise one hand and give a few quick hi5s to fans leaning over the barrier. Some cheer, some just watch closely. My eyes keep drifting toward you in the ring. As I reach ringside, I stop for a moment and look up at you. I can see your confidence clearly in the way you move and in the smirk on your face. I take a deep breath before stepping onto the apron. I grip the top rope, pause, then slowly step between the ropes and enter the ring. I stay near the corner for a second, adjusting my gear and rolling my shoulders. I look straight at you and speak clearly so there is no confusion. This is an I quit match. There will be no pinfall and no count. It ends only when one of us says the words. I straighten my posture and take a few careful steps toward the center of the ring. My body is tense and my movements are cautious. I keep my eyes on you, aware of your presence and your confidence

Jillian_Mercer: I walk closer to you, closer to ring center. "That will be you, Hana. I will make you scream those words." I chuckle darkly and get into my fighting position, the right leg slightly behind the left one, hands on my sides, fingers spread, ready to grapple you at any point. The bell rings and i immediately explode, running towards you at surprising speed. I reach out to you in an attempt to grab both of your hands and drive you back to the ropes.

Hana_Jeong: The bell rings and the sound snaps my focus fully onto you. I see you move the instant it does. Your speed surprises me and my body reacts late. I take a quick step back but not far enough. You reach me and grab for my hands. Your grip is strong and firm. I tense up as you force me backward. My boots slide on the canvas as you drive me toward the ropes. My shoulders hit the cables and they press into my back.

Jillian_Mercer: "Got you." I say grinning, let go of your hands and immediately fire a punch, aiming to hit you in the face. If it connects i'll follow up with a spinning backfist towards your neck area.

Hana_Jeong: Before I can reset, you spin sharply. Your backfist crashes into the side of my neck. The impact is heavy and precise. My body goes loose instantly and the strength drains from my legs. I fall backward, my arms flailing as I hit the ropes. They catch me and stretch under my weight, pressing hard into my back and shoulders. My head tilts back over the top rope as I gasp for air, my face tightening in pain while I struggle to steady myself.

Jillian_Mercer: I take a step away from you and then aim a powerful superkick at your jaw, trying to daze you with a hard-hitting attack at this early stage of our fight. Potentially, this could even throw you out of the ring.

Hana_Jeong: You step in and your superkick lands flush against my jaw. The impact snaps my head sideways and a sharp sound escapes my mouth. PSSSHHHH. I spit and drool sprays into the air as my legs give out under me. I collapse forward and then down onto the ring side floor.

Jillian_Mercer: Seeing you falling outside the ring is exactly what i wanted. I grab the bottom rope and slither under it to the outside, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you back up into a kneeing position. "You're still with me, Hana? Let's fix that." I grin and step behind your back, grabbing your waist with my arms in an attempt to drag you on your feet and lift you up

Hana_Jeong: (I'm not on the mat, you sent me out of the ring)

Jillian_Mercer: (My bad i misread your last line)

Hana_Jeong: You pull me up by the hair and force me into a kneeling position. My head hangs low and my breathing is rough. Your words reach me clearly even through the pain. I feel your body move behind me. Your arms wrap around my waist as you try to drag me up and lift me. At the last second, I react on instinct. I drop my weight suddenly and twist my upper body to the side. I slip out of your grip just enough to break your balance. You are already committed to the lift. Your momentum carries you forward with nothing to control it. You stumble and crash hard onto the floor outside the ring. Your body hits the ground with force, shoulders and side taking the impact as you land.

Jillian_Mercer: "Aaaaghh!!" I scream as i connect with the floor painfully, and for a moment, i only lie there, stunned, unable to react or move. I then slowly try to get on all fours, trying to fight the blur. "Oogh ... F-fuck ... My head..."

Hana_Jeong: "Get up, bitch" I grab your hair with my right hand and pull you up, your body heavy and unsteady. I drag you across the floor and toward the edge of the ring. I pull you closer to the apron and slam your face into it. The impact is hard and loud. I do not let go of your hair. I pull you back and smash your face against the apron a second time.

Jillian_Mercer: You slam my face on the apron twice and i go limb in your grip, my legs giving in. I hang weakly in your hands, not knowing where i am anymore. „Uugh…“ A weak moan escapes my throat.

Hana_Jeong: I keep holding your hair as your body goes slack. Your legs give out, and you hang against me, barely standing. I pull you closer to the apron and press your back against it, forcing you upright. Your head droops forward, and your chest rises and falls slowly as you struggle to breathe. I step in close and draw my arm back. Then I swing hard and deliver a brutal chop straight across your chest. The sound echoes sharply through the arena. Your body jolts against the apron from the impact, and your mouth opens as a strained cry escapes you. Your chest quickly turns red where my hand struck you.

Jillian_Mercer: However your chop reignites my fire. I burst out in anger, grabbing your head with both hands and giving you a headbutt, driving you back. I then jump up, climb the apron and roll under the bottom rope and back into the ring where i get on my feet.

Hana_Jeong: The headbutt snaps my head back, and the impact sends me stumbling away from you. Pain explodes behind my eyes, and my balance is gone immediately. I stagger backward, my feet unsteady, trying to stay upright as you escape back into the ring. I roll in after you, but my body does not cooperate. My vision blurs again, and the ring feels like it is moving under me. I try to straighten up, but my legs shake badly. I take one step forward, then another, clearly unstable.

Jillian_Mercer: I come back to you and aim a hard roundhouse kick to your face, hoping to either daze you further or perhaps even send you down to the mat.

Hana_Jeong: You rush back toward me and swing your leg up for the roundhouse kick. I try to raise my arm, but I am too slow. Your kick connects cleanly with the side of my face. The impact snaps my head to the side and sends a sharp jolt through my skull. My body sways immediately. I lose my balance and drop from one knee onto both knees. My hands hit the mat as I struggle to stay upright. My head is spinning badly now, and my mouth hangs open as I gasp for air.

Jillian_Mercer: I quickly grab your head with both hands, jump to the mat behind you and slam your head down onto the mat. I then roll towards the ropes where i quickly jump onto the bottom rope for a moonsault, aiming to land right ontop of you!

Hana_Jeong: You grab my head and jump back, driving my head down into the mat. The impact rattles me, and my body spreads out flat on my back. I barely have time to react as you roll toward the ropes and move quickly onto the bottom rope. I see you spring upward for the moonsault. My instincts kick in even through the pain. As you come down toward me, I force my legs up at the last moment. I raise both knees, bracing myself and tensing my core. Your body crashes down onto my knees instead of my chest. The impact stops your momentum and knocks the air out of you as you land hard across my legs. I let out a sharp breath from the effort, still lying on my back, but the counter clearly takes a lot out of you and breaks your flow of offense.

Jillian_Mercer: "OOOFFFHHH!!" I moan loudly and collapse on the mat, clutching my hurting stomach after rolling off your knees. I lay on my back, grunting in pain, my face tormented by your counter. Your knees crushed my abs on impact, and i'm completely out of gas.

Hana_Jeong: I roll onto my side and push myself up, still breathing hard. You are lying on your back, holding your stomach, clearly drained. I crawl toward you and grab your hair again, forcing your head up. You groan as I pull you to a seated position and then up to your feet. I step in close, my legs wrapping around your head. Using what strength I have left, I twist my body and snap my hips, pulling you forward and down. The motion sends you flipping over as I execute the standing head scissors takedown cleanly.

Jillian_Mercer: I land hard on the mat, head spinning. Having been completely overwhelmed and surprised by your strength. My vision is nothing but a blur and i struggle to even get back on all fours. I eventually manage to and try to make out where you are.

Hana_Jeong: I shake out my arms and move toward the ropes while you are still down at ringside. I step through and climb onto the apron, standing above you. You are on all fours, your head hanging low, still trying to understand where I am. I steady myself on the apron, watching you struggle. I take a breath, then jump upward and lean back, using the ropes to launch myself. I flip cleanly through the air, turning my body over as I aim straight for you performing a flawless lionsault.

Jillian_Mercer: Your aim is perfect and you land on top of me, squashing me under your weight. I grunt loudly as i collapse on the mat once more, all air being forced out of my lungs. "Hunnnghhh!!" I lie down, completely limb, and am momentarily stunned by your lionsault.

Hana_Jeong: I roll off you and push myself up slowly. You stay flat on the floor, barely moving, still stunned from the impact. I take a step back and slide under the ring apron, reaching underneath until my hand closes around a steel chair. I pull the chair out and stand up, holding it firmly with both hands. I stay close but do not strike yet. I watch you closely as you begin to stir. You shift on the mat and turn slightly, still breathing heavily and clearly hurt. I take a step back to give myself space and keep my eyes locked on you. I wait patiently, chair ready "get up bitch"

Jillian_Mercer: "uuhhh..." I slowly open my blurry eyes and get on my knees, looking at you with a dazed expresion. I move further, rising to my feet even though my legs are still wobbly. I try to look at you, but my head constantly drops down on my chest.

Hana_Jeong: I step forward as you finally get to your feet. You are standing, but barely. Your legs shake, and your head keeps dropping forward as you try to focus on me. You look lost and exhausted, still not fully aware of what is coming. I grip the chair tightly with both hands and draw it back. I do not hesitate. I swing forward with all my strength and smash the chair straight into your forehead.

Jillian_Mercer: I look up as i hear the sound and so the chair perfectly hits my face, sending me down to the mat once again. My shaky legs immediately give in and i go down, more dizzy than ever. I hear birds chirping and my eyes roll in my head as i lie on my back, my body twitching.

Hana_Jeong: I step closer as you lie on your back, your body still twitching. I bend down and grab your hair again, forcing your head up even though you are barely aware. You groan softly as I drag you toward the corner of the ring and out toward the steel steps. I pull you up just enough to guide you forward and then drive your face into the steel steps. The impact is heavy and dull. Your body slumps immediately, and you drop back down against the floor, clearly overwhelmed by the blow. I straighten up and reach under the ring once more. After a moment, I pull out a kendo stick wrapped tightly with barbed wire. I hold it in both hands and look down at you, making sure you see it even through your blurred vision.

Jillian_Mercer: "Ugh ... N-no, please ... Not that ..." You hear me protest weakly as my eyes fill with panic while looking at your new weapon. I made it back on all fours, my head lifted up looking at you, horrified.

Hana_Jeong: I stand right in front of you while you are on all fours, holding the barbed wire wrapped kendo stick where you can clearly see it. Your fear is obvious, and your body is shaking as you look up at me. I lower myself slightly so you are forced to look at my face. I keep my voice steady and clear so there is no misunderstanding. I tell you that this is an I Quit match and that you know what comes next if you refuse. I ask you directly if you are ready to quit now and end this before I use the weapon on you.

Jillian_Mercer: My fear is evident but my pride is greater. I will never quit. And so, i slowly shake my head and brace myself for impact.

Hana_Jeong: brb

Jillian_Mercer: take your time

Hana_Jeong: I see the hesitation in your eyes, but I do not wait for an answer. I step in close while you are still on all fours. I raise the kendo stick with both hands and swing it down hard into your ribs. The barbed wire digs in as it connects. The impact is sharp and brutal.

Jillian_Mercer: I know i have to do something. The kendo sticks impact alone would be brutal enough, but the barbed wire adds an extra level of torment to my suffering. However, as i am on the ground, be it insanity or adrenaline, i suddenly feel a fire reigniting within me. I lash forward and grab your legs, flipping you onto your back.

Hana_Jeong: You suddenly surge forward and grab my legs. I am caught off guard and lose my balance. You flip me onto my back, and I hit the mat hard. The impact knocks the air out of me, and the kendo stick slips from my hands as I land.

Jillian_Mercer: I get up and stand over you, my face shows desperation, anger and a mad twist of joy. „Hana … I applaud you for kicking my ass … Now it‘s my turn.“ I say threateningly, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you back to your feet where i give your face a hard backhand slap.

Hana_Jeong: You drag me up by my hair, and before I can react, your backhand slap crashes into my face. My head snaps to the side, and the pain shoots through my jaw. My legs give out immediately. I drop down onto my knees in front of you, still trapped by your grip in my hair. My hands come up weakly, not to fight, but out of instinct. My breathing is fast and uneven, and my head hangs low as you force me to look up at you.

Jillian_Mercer: I ram my knee hard into your face, letting go of your hair at the same time. The force of my knee sends you down on your back. „Finally … I can repay you.“

Hana_Jeong: Your knee crashes into my face, and the impact sends me flying backward. I lose all balance and hit the guardrail hard with my back and head. The shock rattles my whole body, and I slide down onto the floor. Pain explodes across my face. Warm blood immediately starts pouring from my nose, running over my lips and dripping onto my chest. I groan and clutch my face, my breathing uneven and panicked. I lie there against the guardrail, clearly hurt and bleeding, my body slow to respond as the damage finally catches up to me.

Hana_Jeong:

Jillian_Mercer: „Say it.“ I apporach you slowly , fired up by the pain you caused me. My abs are bruised and bleeding from the kendo stick, my face also after you hit me with the chair. I had enough. I stand over you, hands on my hips. „Do you quit? Or do you want me to break you?“

Hana_Jeong: I stay down against the guardrail, one hand on my face, blood still running from my nose. My chest rises slowly as if I am barely conscious. I do not answer you right away. My eyes are half closed, and my body looks limp. As you step closer and stand over me, I suddenly move. I push myself forward just enough and swing my arm low between your legs. I strike quickly, using the last burst of strength I have, aiming to catch you off guard while you are standing over me and least expecting it.

Jillian_Mercer: However i WAS expecting it. I learned from every single low blow i took during my career and so my quick instincts save me. I raise my leg quicker than you move your hand and kick you in the face, hard.

Hana_Jeong: You read my movement instantly. As I reach forward, you lift your leg and kick me straight in the face. The impact is heavy and precise. My head snaps back, and the pain explodes through my nose and jaw. I fall flat onto my back, hitting the floor hard. Blood sprays again from my nose, smearing across my cheek and the mat beneath me. My arms twitch as I try to move, but my body does not respond the way I want it to. I groan loudly and roll slightly onto my side, clearly stunned by the kick. My legs draw in weakly, and my breathing turns rough and uneven. I am down again, hurt badly, with no immediate defense as you stand over me in control.

Jillian_Mercer: I pin you down with one foot, choking you out as i press it hard against your throat. „Do you wanna quit?“ I ask coldly.

Hana_Jeong: Your foot presses hard against my throat, cutting off my air. I claw weakly at your leg, my body writhing under the pressure. My face turns red, then darker, and my chest heaves as I struggle to breathe. Even like this, I force my mouth open. My voice comes out raw and desperate, but loud. I scream that I will never quit. The word tears out of my throat despite the pain and the lack of air. My body shakes under you, but the refusal is clear as I continue to gasp and choke beneath your foot.

Jillian_Mercer: „The. you will SUFFER!“ I angrily begin trampling your face before lifting you up grabbing your waist, putting you on my shoulders, preparing a powerbomb!

Hana_Jeong: You trample my face, and each stomp sends pain through my head. I cry out as my body twists helplessly on the floor. Then you grab me and haul me up by the waist. I feel myself being lifted, my body draped across your shoulders, completely helpless and disoriented. Panic takes over. My hands clutch at your back and sides, my legs kicking weakly in the air. My voice breaks as I scream at you to stop. I beg you not to do it, telling you I cannot take it anymore. My words come out fast and desperate, fear clear in every sound as you stand there holding me high, ready to drop me.

Jillian_Mercer: I hold you on my shoulders. „Quit then! If you can‘t take it anymore, QUIT! Or i will slam you!!!“

Hana_Jeong: "I QUIT PUT ME DOWN PLEASE"

Jillian_Mercer: I put you down on your ass on the apron, standing before you panting heavily … Being the winner …

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong: I lay on the floor totally defeated and ashamed in a complete sweaty and bloody mess (END)