NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Amalia_Torres:

Amalia_Torres: *the boss of noir was challenged by an arrogant bratty college student, yes it's me, always looking for trouble, she told me to get my ass in the ring if I dare, and I never hesitate to do so, I step under the lower ropes and stand up on the turn buckle, stretching my articulations and then leaning back, waiting for her to come, my seductive eyes and smirk show how teasing I can get, especially when the goal is to overwhelm my opponent, I started being into pro matches, seeing how far the humiliation can get for each side, and how can I engage my body to ensure a clean win*

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong: I step out from behind the curtain slowly, my heart beating fast in my chest, but my face trying to stay calm. The lights feel stronger here at NOIR, closer, harsher… like there is nowhere to hide. I hear you in the ring already, acting confident, showing off… calling me out. I swallow. My hands feel a little cold, but I keep walking. I slide under the bottom rope instead of climbing, keeping my head low at first… then I stand up and finally look at you. You’re smiling like this is a game. Like I’m just another easy night. I take a small breath… my chest rising slowly… then I step closer. “I’m here…” I say quietly, my voice soft but steady. I don’t pose. I don’t smile. I just stand in front of you, eyes locked on yours now. “You wanted me in the ring… so don’t complain about what happens next.”

Amalia_Torres: I have invited @jobber_doll to join #Hana_vs_Amalia.

Amalia_Torres: *I smirk as a response to your determined and cocky look, before leaning up from thecorner, my curves sway as I move sideways seductively, I lick my lips together and put my hands on my hips, slowly approaching you, I swoop my hair behind my ears looking at your frame, very sexy -awe, so finally you're here, let's check that babes- I widen my legs and bend my knees, lowering myself slightly in a stable stance, before raising my arms opened in an attempt to settle in a good gurd, I face you by my side, then try a simple hook behind your neck, seeing what it can give as an outcome*

Hana_Jeong: I feel your arm coming around my neck, trying to pull me into your pace… your rhythm… like you think you’re already in control. My body reacts fast. I don’t let you settle it. I shift my weight and bring my forearm up between us, breaking that hook before it tightens, my other hand pushing against your shoulder to create space. My breathing is sharper now. I don’t play along with your teasing. I step in again immediately, closing the distance you tried to control, my hand snapping to your wrist to stop you from trying that again. “No…” I murmur under my breath. Then I move. I twist your arm slightly to pull you off balance and step around you, trying to take your back before you can react, my movements quick, a lot faster than my shy demeanor suggested just seconds ago.

Amalia_Torres: *you carefully read my move, and then your arm breaks the hook skillfully that I can't read much of the move, it was very quick, that moment when I realized that I am fightig an expert, just that Isabel made me fall on her trap, to fightsomeone with skills all the way, then my body twists and I stagger backwards when you push hard against my shoulder, I try to come back with my legs but the distance closes faster and my eyes connect with yours, your hand moves to the level of my wrists, your body steps around me, my legs lose their stability slowly, I gasp and widen my eyes, it was all during a second when you step and I can find you only behind me, your hands hold on me and my back is pressed against your chest, I don't know what to do at first, I hope I have enough time to thing, i try to undo the hold, but it's just like a vice -hnngghhhhh...nnn....no!! ughhh- I groan of frustration, cornered without any other solution that my very limited skills and tricks can't think of, I try, desperately and instinctively doing someting about your hands, anything, knowing just that you got me*

Hana_Jeong: I feel you struggling in my grip, your body tense, your hands trying to find a way out… but I don’t give you that time. I tighten my control for just a second… then suddenly I move. I push you forward hard. Your body stumbles out of my hold and straight into the ropes, your chest hitting them before they stretch and send you bouncing back toward me. I stay planted in the center, eyes locked on you, waiting. Timing it perfectly. As you rebound, I take one quick step forward… then I jump. Both my legs snap up at the same time, my body lifting clean and controlled as I drive my feet straight toward your face with a sharp, beautiful standing dropkick. My heels connect flush, snapping your head back from the impact as my body falls backward to the mat, landing smoothly while you’re sent reeling from the strike.

Amalia_Torres:

Amalia_Torres: *the hold suddenly is released, I feel myself less pressured, but your body bends over me, and your effort sends me straight into the ropes, when my chest bounces on them, their stretching effect makes me rebounc back to you, with my legs trying to regain control, but just the speed was enough to backfire any plan from me to encounter my face tries to turn and only for me to see your heel planted up in the air precisely when I widen my eyes, open my mouth and out of reflex howl, before the heel pounds into my face, that is now tosed backwards, with a serie of moans escaped from my tongue -OOOoooOOOFFFFFFFFF.....- the heel kick sends me spinning before landing heavily onto my chest, panting, trying to rub my face from the pain -UFF...OHHH MY GOD- I use my other hand to push against the canvas, trying to stand, but full ody jerking and shaking*

Hana_Jeong: I spring to my feet quickly, my adrenaline pumping as the crowd roars. I rush toward you without hesitation, my eyes locked on your struggling form. I reach down and grab your hair, yanking you up just enough so you’re unsteady. “Get up, girl!” I shout, my voice sharp with urgency and focus. I coil my legs for the move, crouching slightly as I prepare to leap. My body tenses, and then I spring upward, aiming to snap my legs around your head. I twist in midair, trying to wrap my thighs tightly in a standing headscissors, planning to pull you off balance and send you flipping onto the mat in a controlled takedown.

Amalia_Torres: I have invited @Brooke_Yobidashi to join #Hana_vs_Amalia.

Amalia_Torres: *on the floor on my stomach and squished boobs, slowly trying to scramble up, I hear your words and all what I can do is moaning more -no....no...- but suddenly you grab a hard fistful on my hair, then I am lifted up like a ragdoll, while I just try to regain some focus, but it's very difficult after your hard kick that was on my poor face, sillfully, you leap your ankles around of my head, I drop knees first and my waist twisted uncontrollably, before my head slams down again in a hard spike that I feel on my forehead part -UBFFFFHHHHHNNNNNNN..... AHHHHGHHHHHH- like a good gym girl you wrap around my head and lock it completely, my body betrays me and obeys you, as I am perfectly aken down as you want, dizzy and loopy, I try to take back my control, before using my hands to push against them, just hoping to rearrange my position to not be in the spot of more humiliation*

Hana_Jeong: I see you trying to push yourself up, barely holding on… your body shaky, your head still spinning from the impact. I don’t give you a second. I grab a tight fistful of your hair and yank you up to your feet. “Get up, bitch.” Before you can even steady yourself, I hook your head under my arm and reach down to grab your waistband. In one smooth motion, I lift you up and snap my body backward and perform a quick, clean snap suplex. Your body flips over mine and crashes flat on the mat with a heavy thud, your back slamming hard against the canvas as I release you at the peak of the motion. I roll through and get back to my feet immediately. No pause. No mercy. I turn and sprint toward the ropes, my steps fast and light. The ropes catch my back and launch me forward again. As I come back, I leap cleanly over your body, using your position to keep my momentum flowing then I hit the opposite ropes, springing up onto them in one fluid motion. My body arches in the air. A perfect lionsault. I flip backward gracefully, controlling the rotation, and come crashing down across your body, my chest and torso slamming into yours with full impact.

Hana_Jeong: I have invited @Amalia_Torres to join #Hana_vs_Amalia.

Hana_Jeong: I have invited @Amalia_Torres to join #Hana_vs_Amalia.

SkinnybitchAditi: *Closes my eyes as I can't see Amalia like this , and also because this move brings back traumatic memories for me* :(

Amalia_Torres: *trying desperately to break the leg locking that is around you, my shaky body twists to find an encounter, but suddenly you hold my hair against wrapping it around your wrist, I wince and grit on my teeth, after gasping surprised, pulling me up like a ragdoll, then you would lift me, my legs attempting to stabilize myself, but before even doing so, I am bent forwards and my head is tripped under your armpits -no no no.....please....please- CRAAACKKKKKKKK!!! you spike my head again, my hands flail on the canvas, on my shoulders, and my ass stuck up in the air, almost drooling, resting on the side of my face, slowly moaning, eyes fluttering in humiliation and embarassment, my ceek squished against the floor, while you move on your feet cleanly, I realize nothing, I only feel my body hanging on your shoulders, arms and legs dangling, when I regain my consciousness and focus, only to find myself held above you on display, you perform a perfect lionsault, sending my side first down to the canvas, my whole body crashed, as I become limp from the effect, I only detect the ceiling in my blurry vision, dizzy from the imact, trying to settle on my back at least, realizing and processing how bad it was defying you, putting me in many positions, without breaking a sweat*

Amalia_Torres:

Amalia_Torres: I have invited @Chen_Yuefang to join #Hana_vs_Amalia.

Chen_Yuefang: "Damn! Amalia you look like a broken chicken~LOSER! GO HANA!"

SkinnybitchAditi: Grrr shut up Chen....you Got this Amalia!! I still believe in you!!!!

Hana_Jeong: I stay on top of you for a second after the impact, feeling your body barely responding under mine… then I slowly push myself up. I glance at the crowd. A cold, focused look on my face now. Then I raise my hand to my forehead, shading my eyes like I’m searching the horizon… my signature pose. The crowd reacts. I don’t even look at you. I turn and head straight to the corner, grabbing the ropes and climbing up the turnbuckle with confidence, each step steady and controlled. At the top, I lower myself into a squat, balancing perfectly. For a brief second, everything feels still. Then I turn my back to you. I rise slowly to my feet on the top rope, my body steady despite the height… arms slightly out for balance… One deep breath. Then I jump. My body flips backward in a clean, beautiful arc— A perfect moonsault. I rotate smoothly through the air and come crashing down across your flattened body, my full weight landing on you with precision and force.

Hana_Jeong:

Amalia_Torres: Heavy air fills my lungs, each breath a thin ripple under ribs gone still. Limbs sprawl where they fell, numb and slow to remember motion. A faint shake runs through my hand, fingertips scraping slightly at the floor. Movement stays locked, muscles silent despite the push inside. A hush falls, just for an instant. My neck feels too heavy to move. And then - you drop. Right when you fall onto me, a jagged breath tears loose from my chest, my spine bucking up hard only to crash back against the surface. Every bit of wind leaves in one rush, as if my ribs simply quit resisting. A single twitch runs through my arms, weak and pointless, then they go still. Nothing moves after that. Down I go, pinned by how heavy you are on top of me. Stuck here now. Not a single move left in my body. Even trying to brace myself feels impossible. My vision flickers. A gasp catches in my throat - just for an instant. Wide-eyed, I freeze. Surprise hits like a flicker of light in the dark. The moment stretches thin, then slips away One moment they’re there. Out goes every bit inside. Falling apart beneath your weight, my limbs give way without warning. One leg twists outward, stiff and out of place, the other stretched too far, unbalanced. A knee juts up where it shouldn’t, crooked like a broken hinge. My left arm gets trapped, numb and still, crushed under my own frame. The right flops down, limp, fingers grazing the surface below. Stillness takes over, slow and heavy. I just sit here now. Not a word. Not a sound comes out. Something shifts, my head tilting sideways now, face resting on the mat, mouth just open. A thin, uneven breath slips out - then silence takes over. I stare, my gaze holds no thought. A hollow look spreads across my face. Blurry thoughts. Attention drifts away. Mind elsewhere. Just empty. Falling into darkness under your weight - no chance to fight back, not even close. A breathless heap, already forgotten before it started.

Hana_Jeong: I stay down on you after the impact, my body rising and falling with heavy breaths, one hand instinctively going to my abs for a second as I feel the strain from the moonsault. I wince… just for a moment. Then I look down at you. You’re not moving. Not even trying. I realize it. You’re done. Slowly, I let my full weight sink into you, pressing you flat against the mat. I reach down and hook your leg tightly, pulling it up to secure the pin, making sure there’s no escape. My forearm presses across your face, rubbing it slightly as I keep you down, careless, dominant… making it clear this is over. I lower my head next to yours, my cheek almost brushing against yours as I hold you there. The referee slides into position beside us. “ONE…” I tighten the hold just a bit more. “TWOOOO…”

Amalia_Torres: Stillness takes over the second you press down - the pinch brings nothing, not even a tremor. Empty is what I am now, given over without choice. Heavier you feel, now my chest has forgotten how to rise against you, each breath stuck low and broken. One arm rests like stone beside me, fingertips fluttering once, then done. Quiet wins. Your arm presses into my face, holding my head sideways, my cheek flattened a little on the mat. Heat from your body spreads through me - steady, unshaken. The small shift of your ankle locking mine tells everything... release isn’t coming. Everything looks smeared, like colors running in rain... the ceiling glow blurring into one shapeless patch while his words push through the haze. A dull hum sits behind my eyes, making it hard to catch what he says. The air feels thick, pressing down as sound stretches thin. Shapes wobble at the edges of sight, refusing to settle. His mouth moves again but the message slips before it lands. heavy. My skull tilts beneath its weight, vision blurring, held fast. A breath hangs in the air - thick, still, like dust after a door closes. The world sinks into place without warning. Silence presses down, full of weight. A whisper escapes, so faint it could vanish into the floor. Cracked and quiet, it trembles like air shifting. Almost nothing - just a ghost of sound resting on the surface. “…three…” A thud echoes as the official's palm hits the mat, crisp and abrupt beneath the bright lights. “THREE!” A hollow noise bounces, fixing the moment. It locks in place - quiet follows. Stillness takes over me under your weight, every bit of tightness melting away like smoke. One leg remains caught in your hold, loose now, giving in just as the ref points your way. “That’s it! HANA is the winner!” Out they come, sharp, impossible to ignore. There I stay, beneath your weight - still, broken, every bit of fight gone. The victory, completely yours.

Hana_Jeong: The sound of the bell hits and for a second I just stay there on top of you, my chest rising and falling fast. Relief washes over me. I did it. Slowly, I loosen my grip on your leg and lift my head, looking down at you… completely still on the mat. For a brief moment, my expression softens. I lean down just slightly and press a discreet, almost gentle kiss to the top of your head… then give your hand a small, respectful squeeze. Then it’s over. I push myself up and stand, my body still a little sore but steady. The referee grabs my wrist and raises my arm high in the air. I don’t smile right away. I just breathe… taking it in… as you remain laid out on the mat behind me, completely defeated. END