NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Brooke_Williams: the lights in the area go down, switching to a golden theme. The instrumental version of Edge of Seventeen blasts through the speakers. The fans jump to their feet as they know what it means. The first Appearance of the former champion since she lost her championship. I walk out onto the stage, my smile not quite as large as normal. Though I still try to keep my game face on as I wave to the fans. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the former world champion, from Point Pleasant NJ. Weighing 100 pounds and standing 5' tall she is the Star Attraction, Brooke Williams!!!" I am at first taken back by the former comment as I climb to the middle rope and pose for the fans. My stare instantly turning up the aisle as I await my opponent

Brooke_Williams:

Sara_León: The golden lights shift to a warm, crushing, almost toxic orange, while a remix of a piece with a Spanish guitar plays. "And her opponent, from Madrid, Spain, weighing 161 pounds and standing 5'6" tall, she makes her debut tonight in Noir Extreme Wrestling.... The Red Lioness, Sara León!!!!" I cross the curtains with a shy smile and my hands behind my back, nodding and looking at the crowd with fire in my eyes. I extend a hand to high-five some fans while my gaze shifts sporadically to the ring, watching you eagerly, wanting to get my hands on you. I jump onto the ring and grab the middle rope, swinging and sliding between the ropes until entering the inside, where I step back to the corner, resting both arms on the ropes and moistening my lips imperceptibly, locking my gaze on you while I begin to stretch

Sara_León:

Brooke_Williams: I hop from the middle rope to the canvas as you make your entrance. My eyes fixed on you, I am familiar with your work in other feds. While I have respect for you, I am also slightly annoyed that you choose to make your debut against me. It's flattering on one hand...on another... I am not a stepping stone. I smirk as you stretch in the corner. I move to the center of the ring. Adjusting my attire then I raise my arms as I wait for the bell

Sara_León: DING DING DING!! The bell finally rings and I raise my arms just like you, moving toward the center of the ring and beginning to circle you. Part of me thinks it should be easy to defeat you. However... the fact that you were champion for so long makes me more cautious. I feint a move as if I’m going to lunge at you for an initial lockup, but I suddenly veer off and try to position myself behind you, looking to wrap my arms around your waist from behind

Brooke_Williams: the bell rings and you move out of the corner. Your arms raised, I watch your movement carefully. As you get closer, tge size difference becomes more clear. I will have to rely on speed with you. To avoid getting caught. You move towards me and I lean forward ready to lock up. Just as I move you veer to the side. I try to turn around to keep up with you. Though you already have your arms around my waist. I move my hands down to yours, trying to pry your fingers from around my waist

Sara_León: I squeeze my hands tightly over my wrists while you try to break free from my grip, and I take advantage of your focus being on your waist to start walking forward, inevitably taking you with me until crushing you against the ropes, trying to use the rebound from them to throw you backward over me, looking to roll under your legs and press my body over your bent one in a first pin attempt

Brooke_Williams: as I try to free my hands you use the distraction and strength advantage to force me into the ropes. You crush me against the ropes for a moment. Then before I know what hit me I am sailing over your head. I hit the mat hard, the impact making me see stars. As I try to clear my head you press above me, my legs folded over my head. The ref slides down to count 1....she barely gets to 2 and I push up on my legs to break the count. I then try to roll to my side and move away from you. Looking to move towards the ropes and get up to one knee as I glare at you

Sara_León: I’m pushed away as expected when you break the count, my arms wrapping around the ropes as I watch you get up. I tilt my head with a mischievous smile and gesture with my hand for you to get up, while I adjust my wristband and step back a bit, leaving you space to move to the center of the ring... "Come on! Want to try again?"

Brooke_Williams: I size you up as I pull on the ropes getting back to my feet. It's obvious to see that you aren't messing around here. I understand that you want to make your name in Noir against me. What better way than a quick pinfall. Although I am sure you weren't actually expecting to beat me. Though the message was received loud and clear. You stand in the center adjusting your wristband and I bounce back off the ropes and run towards you. Leap in the air as I get closer, looking to land a drop kick into your chin

Sara_León: My gaze drifts to my wrist for a second too long, expecting you to just get back to your feet, not come running at me. I barely have time to react when I see your boots coming toward my face like two projectiles... "UNGHHH!!!" and crashing against my chin, snapping my head back and jerking my body upward, making me land on my back against the mat and slide back a bit, leaving me seeing stars and bringing a hand to my chin while I blink rapidly

Brooke_Williams: I felt the soles of my boots connect with your chin. I tried to give a little extra boost as it connected. I land on my knees and quickly spring to my feet. I see you on your back and I look to leap forward, hoping to land on your chest with a body splash. If successful I will reach down and hook your leg, going for a pin of my own

Sara_León: Before I can properly focus on the lights on the ceiling, your small body appears over me and "UGGHHHH!!" You crush me against the mat, making me bounce and gasp. My arms are left outstretched as I try to catch my breath and you lift one of my legs, and the referee throws herself down beside us: "ONE!!..." And just as she hits the mat for the second time, I quickly extend an arm into the air, rotating my shoulder and stopping the count, bringing my hand back to my chin and squeezing my eyes shut, trying to contain the pain

Brooke_Williams: the count comes down for the two, and just as you were before. I am not surprised by your arm jetting up. I was expecting a pin here, but we can both play mind games. The ref stops her count as I jump up that my feet. I am my right foot towards you as I see your eyes shut. Looking to drive the top of my boot into the side of your face

Sara_León: "OOFFFFF!!" Your boot crashes against my face, sending signals of pain all through my head and feeling the skin heating up over my cheek. I roll across the mat, clenching my fists and trying to start getting onto all fours, shaking my dizzy head

Brooke_Williams: the smack of my boots on the side of your head echoes through the acoustic ceiling of the Hammerstein. The crowd gasps and cheers as the former champion seems to be back in her fighting ways. You get up to all fours and I move toward you. I stand above you and leap in the air. I extend my legs and look to drive my leg across the back of your neck with a leg drop

Sara_León: Perhaps a kick would have been inevitable, but a jump... I see you out of the corner of my eye and my muscles electrify suddenly, making me drop to the side and rotate on myself instantly, moving out of your path by the skin of my teeth and letting you crash onto the mat while my hands reach for the lower ropes and I begin trying to get to my feet

Brooke_Williams: I close my eyes as I fall to the mat. Expecting to feel you under me, your body to absorb the force. Instead you move... And I hit the mat with a thud. My rear striking the mat hard, I grunt out in pain as a burning sensation shoots up my back. I sit on the mat rubbing my rear as I lean to the side trying to get back up to all fours

Sara_León: My hands climb to the middle rope, then to the top one, and I turn my head, seeing you trying to get up, and I make a quick decision. I push myself backward at the same time as I extend one leg in your direction, trying to drive the sole of my boot into your jaw with a superkick and thus prevent you from fully getting to your feet

Brooke_Williams: I am up to one knee, preparing to push up to my feet...suddenly my neck is snapped backwards, you feet catching me right on the chin. A Sharpe pain shooting through every inch of my body. The snapping sound awwwes the crowd. Saliva flying from my mouth, some might mistake it for a tooth. I fall straight backwards, like a tree crashing down. I hit the mat on my back, my arms and legs spread. I stare straight up at the lights. A blank look on my face as my prone body settled onto the canvas

Sara_León: When I turn around, you are still in mid-fall, and I can see you collapse onto the mat like a simple inert object. However, I don’t have time to let you rest, and the pain in my face reminds me of that. I crouch quickly, making my reddish hair fly messily behind me, and I grab you by your blonde hair, giving a violent pull upward and forcing you to get up. I pull your head toward my armpit, placing it under my arm while I slide both my arms between yours and lock them behind your back, leaving them hanging upward and to both sides, as I step back toward the center, taking you with me. Then, I bend my legs and give a strong upward pull with my arms as I fall backward, trying to flip you in the air and slam you onto your back on the mat in a double underhook suplex!

Brooke_Williams: you are experienced enough to know not to give me any recovery time. Although in this case...your super kick knocked me for a loop. You pull my hair and I mindlessly get up to my feet. You bend me over as my head goes under your arm. You clench my arms behind my back. Once I am firmly in your grasp you pull up. My feet lifting off the mat as my body flips over your yours. I go crashing to the mat as your force and gravity takes over. I land with a thud, the pain hitting my back and shoulder blades. The impact waking me from my dazed state a bit as I groan weakly in pain

Sara_León: I jump to my feet in one motion, clenching my fists and letting out a roar of satisfaction while you lie behind me and the crowd roars. I crouch down toward you and begin to grab your wrist, whispering: "Come on, Brooke, give me your hand. Give me your hand, I’ll help you up" Beginning to pull on your arm until I manage to lift you while I maneuver you to leave you kneeling in front of me, not letting go. I take a step back and position myself slightly to the side, raising my free arm toward the crowd with my index finger up, signaling them to start counting... And then I throw my leg toward you, trying to smash my boot against your chest in a first kick, as if it were a ball, while the crowd shouts "ONE!!!"

Brooke_Williams: I have woken up a bit...still dazed though. You pull my wrist as I get up to my knees. You hold me in place by the wrists. Then you throw your leg across my chest. A crack like a gun shot vibrates through the building. My head snaps backwards then flings forward. My chest burns, a red mark instantly appears on my exposed skin. The chat of one gives the hint that more is to follow

Sara_León: I throw my leg a second time... "TWO!!...", shaking your whole body while I keep you upright by the wrist, and I throw a third kick again, pulling my leg back only to plant it on the mat for an instant before striking again, punishing your entire torso and preventing you from collapsing until the crowd chants "SEVEN!!", and then I grab you by the shoulders, leaving you in a kneeling position while I run toward the ropes and come back at full speed toward you, jumping and extending both legs, trying to drive the soles of my boots into your chest, looking to knock you down completely with a dropkick!

Brooke_Williams: my head leaning forward a bit as the first kick rocks me. Number two comes and as it hits my head flings back. Number three springs my head forward, my eyes crossed as I kneel stunned. My chest a bright red, and burning in pain even deeper. Each kick pushed air from my lungs. I sit on my knees gasping for air, just as I inhaled a breath your boots connect with my chest. The sudden pressure causing me to cough as the fresh air is instantly forced out. I am lifted off my knees and I fly backwards. Landing on my right side, my body twisted at the waist. I clutch my chest as my legs kick. My breathing labored as I pull for air that hurts my lungs and chest with every breath

Sara_León: I roll onto all fours and bite my lower lip as I crawl toward you, catching one of your legs along the way and lifting it while I lie back over you, pressing my back against your chest and hugging your thigh. The referee throws herself down beside you and hits the mat again.... "ONE!!...."

Brooke_Williams: my head is fuzzy, and each breath brings pain to my body. I am barely aware of my surroundings until I feel the mat rumble under my head as the ref counts one. My fuzzy brain snapping back to reality as the ref counts two.... Get back with this I tell myself.... Just before the ref comes down for three I leave out a weak growl as I twist my body and get my left shoulder up at the last possible moment

Sara_León: For a moment I think I’ve got you, I arch my head and start to smile, but then... I feel the quick movement of your arm. The third hit doesn’t sound on the mat. The crowd shouts, excited, and I remain lying on top of you with my face tense. I release your leg and rotate until I’m straddling you, sitting on your abdomen and brushing my hair out of my face, feeling how the sweat begins to show on my skin. I lean over you, grabbing you by the hair, and then, in a burst of rage and lack of control, I start driving my forearm into your face

Brooke_Williams: My upper body is twisted to the side, even I am not sure how I managed to kick out. My leg flops to the mat as you release it. You straddle me and adjust your hair, little droplets of sweat fall from your hair and coat my red chest. Glistening the already red glowing flesh. The salty sweat burning my raw skin a bit. You grab my hair and pull me up. My dazed face met by your forearm. My head snapping to the side, the impact pushing a wad of spit from my mouth, followed by a weak grunt. My tongue hangs from my mouth as my eyes roll back into my head

Sara_León: I hit you once... Then another, and another and another, shaking your head, punishing you without control and full of frustration, until the referee grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me up and back, shouting at me to stop. I resist a little, but finally I release your head and let myself be pushed toward the ropes, raising my hands and tilting my head in apology, swallowing and panting. The referee checks that you are still able to continue and then signals me, at which point I crouch down and grab you by the hair and one wrist, forcing you to stand up and giving a strong pull of your arm, trying to throw you into a corner in an Irish whip

Brooke_Williams: your forearm connects, my head snaps back. You pull my head forward to meet another one. My head snaps back again. This process repeated until the ref forces you to stop. My body flops to the mat on my side. The ref checks on me and I mumble gibberish to her questions. Though I am still awake and that is good enough for her. You see the signal and quickly pull me to my feet. You whip me into the corner, I hit the turnbuckles and grunt. My body slouching down, my weight only being supported by the ropes as I am on wobbly legs in the corner

Sara_León: I head to the adjacent corner and grab the top rope with one hand, crouching slightly and pointing at you with the index finger of my free hand, as if calculating the trajectory, before running in your direction with a feline scream, jumping at the last moment and letting myself fall onto your trembling body, looking to ~crush~ you completely against the turnbuckles

Brooke_Williams: I sit on the middle turn buckle, nearly out...dazed...reeling... You point at me...showing the crowd I am in your target. You fly across the ring, heading straight towards me. You leap in the air and crash down. Making me absord your full body weight. My body crushed under yours. Your toned tummy landing right on my face. Your perspiration mixing with mine as you slide back to the mat. I grip the top rope trying to hold myself up as my exhausted body slouches even more.

Sara_León: I grab your head firmly and move the hair away from your forehead, planting a kiss on it before bending down and hugging your waist. I lift you off the mat with a grunt, forcing you to sit on the top turnbuckle while I make sure you don’t collapse and begin to climb the ropes. I then slide one arm over your throat and pull your head until you are standing on the middle ropes, while with the other arm I grab your wrist, keeping you stable as the crowd begins to stir in anticipation

Brooke_Williams: you brush my sweat matted hair from my face. My eyes barely open as my head tilts back against the top turn buckle. You kiss my forehead as my head falls to the right side. You bend down and my body slouches against yours. Falling into your grasp as you lift me to the top rope. My body swaying unsteady until you take hold of my throat. You lift up and I stand on the middle rope. My legs wobbly, my eyes rolled back in my head. The crowd rising to their feet cameras ready to see what you have planned

Sara_León: I point to my eyes with my fingers and then shift them toward the NEW locker room, nodding and hoping that the message comes across clearly, before slightly bending my legs and suddenly throwing myself backward, arching my back and taking you with me. I make us both rotate cleanly in the air, aiming to make you land on your back against the mat crushed under the weight of my arm in a spanish fly

Brooke_Williams: I fall against you as you motion to the locker room. Perhaps already looking beyond me. And for good reason as you have me reeling on the ropes. Suddenly my body is jerked forward, you clench me and flip me into the ring. My nearly lifeless body sailing nearly halfway across the ring. The Spanish fly lands on target. I land hard on my back, the force so strong my upper body springs up after landing. I look straight forward...my eyes glazed over. The cameras get a close up view of my face for just a second. Then I fall backwards, landing on my back, my legs twitching, my arms spread to my sides. My head falls to the left, my mouth open and drool dripping from my lower lip

Sara_León: The entire ring shakes from the impact as the crowd roars, but I have no intention of dwelling much more on them. I place my hands on the mat to lift myself a bit and position both knees on either side of your abdomen, before placing one palm of my hand on your chest, and then the other on top of it, stretching both arms and pressing you against the mat as the referee hits the mat again for the first time: "ONE!...."

Brooke_Williams: save for the initial twitching of my legs I am prone and motionless on the mat. You place your palm on my chest, not even bothering to hook my leg like earlier. You are making a statement of dominance here...and I am the unfortunate victim. The ref slides in to count...1...2... My legs give one final twitch then fall flat to the mat as the mat is slapped for the 3 rd time.

Sara_León: "THREE!! RING THE BELL!!" The bell rings and the crowd screams, but I hold my position for a few seconds, panting and looking at your face, noticing how my damp hair forms two curtains on either side of my face, and feeling the beating of your heart under the palms of my hands. The referee grabs me by one arm and pulls it, forcing me to stand up and raising my arm. I wipe the sweat from my face with the opposite arm and swallow, nodding and asking for a microphone as soon as they let me go. I grab the mic they hand me through the ropes and toss it into the air, making it spin before catching it again in the same position as I approach you, dropping to one knee and grabbing your hair. I pull it until you are sitting up, your back resting against my knee, and bringing the microphone to my lips: "So this has been your champion these past weeks...."

Brooke_Williams: The ref hits the three, officially counting me out. Although that isn't the story here, the story is...You... You are making your debut, and you made a statement. Pinning the former champion. You rise after the pin, leaving me laying on the mat. The only thing moving is my chest as I take labored breaths. You kneel down and pull me to a sitting position. I lean against your knee, my head tilted to the side. My sweat matted hair half covering my face. The camera zooms in close as my closed eyelids twitch.

Sara_León: "As you all know, today I make my debut in Noir Extreme Wrestling..." I continue speaking, moving the hair away from your face so your expression can be clearly seen, and then wrapping my arm around your throat, "And the circumstances have forced me to do it against this real BITCH" -I suddenly tighten my arm around your neck and against my knee in a dragon sleeper, increasing the intensity in the tone of my voice- "the one you have all been calling champion for so long. And look what I have done to her..."

Brooke_Williams: you push my hair to the side as you speak. Revealing my unconscious face. Your arm slips around my throat. Then you lock in a dragon sleeper. My eyes slowly open as you apply pressure. My neck and back strained. I grunt weakly in pain as I try to adjust to what is happening. The last thing I remember is being splashed in the corner

Sara_León: I maintain the pressure as I continue: "...So this is my message to the entire NEW locker room: Anytime it even crosses your mind to speak to me like Brooke did, or belittle me like she did, or even challenge me like she did... Please, remember this moment." I begin to apply more and more pressure, aiming for your body to start writhing at the same time as I speak. "And to the current champion, Chen... I just want to tell you that I’m not afraid of you. Come after me if you really want to prove something and not hide behind a title won as easily as I make Brooke tap out," I hint, hoping you get the message and give up just as I finish the words

Brooke_Williams: my back stretched back as you apply pressure, you send your warning to everyone in NEW. I become more aware as you apply the pain...my body sore from what you have already put me through during the match. As you speak I have no choice but to tap out. My hand slapping your thigh as I grunt in pain under your arm. My body bent backwards in the Dragon sleeper.

Sara_León: I smile sadistically as you hit my thigh, but I know there is no need to make you suffer more, the message is clear and your humiliation complete, so I release my arm and push you forward, standing up and bringing the microphone close to my lips once again, shouting: "THE RED LIONESS HAS ARRIVED AT N.E.W.!!" And throwing the mic to the ground with a dull sound, muffled by the roar of the crowd. I raise my arms and throw you a fleeting look of compassion that I try to disguise, passing by your side with an indifferent air and sliding between the ropes, exiting the ring and leaving you lying there, walking up the ramp high-fiving fans, and satisfied with my debut

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