NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Sara_León: After my debut against Brooke, not everything has been smiles and respect. The humiliation I put her through and the message I sent to the Noir locker room have earned me some unexpected enemies, but I already said I wasn’t afraid of anyone, so the decision to accept Naya’s challenge didn’t take me more than a second. I know she’s Hana’s friend, but if that’s not important to her when it comes to confronting me, it’s not important to me when it comes to hitting her in the ring. I adjust my wristbands and finally walk out onto the ramp, standing still for a moment with my hands behind my back and a shy smile. But I don’t fool anyone anymore, the crowd has seen me in action. They know who I am and what I’m capable of. Cheers mix with some boos, and I let out a little laugh before shouting suddenly “LET’S GOOOO!!!” Waving my hands energetically and jogging down the ramp, hyping the crowd to get louder. I leap onto the ring and grab the middle rope, hanging on the edge for a few seconds before swinging myself inside the ring, where I climb the corner and wave my arms again, lifting the energy of the N.E.W. crowd and smiling to myself before dropping back down to the mat, starting to stretch and waiting for you to come out

Sara_León:

jobber_doll: im sitting on the bench, listening to the crowd outside... it seems there is a lot of people... im still managing my stage fright, gosh... im shaking... i heard ugly words about me, said by Sara... for whatever reason, it seems she doesn't like me... what i've done to her? i just pointed out that someone as talented and skilled as her... doesn't needed to do what she did to Brooke... that was so unnecessary, she was just teasing her before her debut, what was so wrong about it?... oh yeah, a "message" to the locker room? really? im part of that locker room now... whether i like it or not, whether im ready... or not. i have to go out, she's waiting for me... people are waiting for... me? im someone who has serious trouble believing i could have any... fans? really? me? i think i heard my name... a shiver travels my entire body... is it something good or is it bad? what do they expect... what do i... expect. i brought all this onto myself without thinking much about it... but i think i would have taken the same decision... trust me when i say i usually don't know what to do... but what Sara did to Brooke... damn it, it made me feel so unpleasant, that i needed to say something... and sometimes, saying isn't enough... now it's time for me to back up my words, even though i don't know how... she's bigger, stronger and way more experienced than me... but i don't care. i told Brooke i love her, and that's all it matters to me... i start walking the aisle to meet the ramp... the place is crowded... the spotlights are on her, on Sara... people is screamin at her... my music sounds... they told me i needed one... and when they asked me, i couldn't think about another one but a version of "Unwritten"...

jobber_doll:

Sara_León: I see you coming out onto the ramp, and a knot forms in my stomach when I see you. Once wrapped in the spectacle of lights, noise, fans... you seem even smaller, as if everything around you were crushing you. It feels like you walk with an almost trembling step, shyness and fear taking over your entire being. I take advantage of the fact that all eyes are on you to allow myself to feel a bit of pity as you approach. Even a bit of admiration, for wanting to face me, defending what you believe is right. However, I have absolutely no intention of taking anything back. I know exactly what this fight is about, and my intention goes far beyond simply defeating you. Then, in a gesture that falls on the blurred line between respect and mockery, I approach the ropes and sit on the middle rope, placing my shoulder beneath the top rope and creating a gap between them large enough to let you pass into the center of the ring, throwing you an enigmatic smile, without any truly clear message. Amusement, pity, dominance, kindness, cruelty, admiration. Nothing in my pale eyes revealing what my intentions are as I invite you to step through the ropes with a smooth gesture of my hand

jobber_doll: i start walking the ramp towards the ring... my heart rushes... my mouth dries... the roaring crowd sounds like muffled sounds underwater... it's almost surreal. im here again... not long ago, i was badly beaten at this very place, yet here i am... i see you as i approach... my hands crossed on my back... walking slowly, playfully... leaning my head a bit side to side... yeah... the doll is here... everyone can read what's written in my little chest, so there's no mystery... no surprise, or there is? oh, but we are not doing this for them... we are not even doing it for ourselves... this is something that needs to be done, and that's it, i'm in peace with that... but i don't trust you... i know what you mean to Hana, but i can't let that step between us... cause your pose is fake, your smile is a facade... your eyes speak differently... you are always on a hunt... yeah, you clearly don't like my type... keeping eye contact, i circle the ring, passing by close to you, looking upwards, watching you holding the ropes... to softly roll under the bottom rope into the ring far from you...

Sara_León: The crowd murmurs loudly when you ignore my gesture and enter the ring from the other side. The features of my face tighten, feeling humiliated in a certain way. I can’t judge you, I understand that you don’t trust me, but being scorned in public is not something I can forget easily. Anyone would expect a smile from me, but I’m incapable of showing one. I remain sitting on the rope for a few seconds before nervously biting my lip and stepping away, heading to my corner with my chest pounding with rage, watching how you move as far away from me as possible while the referee begins examining us. My breathing becomes uneven. The pity I feel for you is incapable of extinguishing my anger, my desire to hurt you. Finally the bell rings, and I decide to give you one last chance, approaching the center of the ring with one hand behind my back and the other extended toward you, offering you an opening handshake and resorting to our common language to try to show you my good faith: "Hey... Buena suerte, ¿vale?"

jobber_doll: i knew that not accepting entering the ring... while you hold the ropes... would make you mad. no, it's not disrespect. it's not even something personal. it's just that we don't know each other that much... and i can see in your eyes how much you want to hurt me... if looks could kill, i would be dead... no, it's not a cliché... plus the crowd doesn't help... you are getting infuriated... ironically, i haven't done much... your disconfort is so evident that part of the audience has started to boo you... who would imagine it, right? i see the referee walking towards me to check on me... im nervously waiting in my corner... looking at the shining lights, which makes my pale skin look even more pale... i was asked to wear more makeup, but im terrible at it... i walk towards the centre of the ring to meet you... our size difference is clear... you extend your hand pretending to be friendly... to show someone sportsmanship... but again, your eyes lie... even your breath feels like you are snorting... is this how you really feel about me? do you really think so low about me? part of the crowd screams i shouldn't shake your hand... "it's a trap, don't trust her"... they say... but i don't care what you'll do... im not someone that rude... so i shake your hand, but you press my hand with hate... letting me know how strong you are... you keep me there... "que gane la mejor" i say, looking straight at your eyes, knowing already this might be over even before it starts... but i won't back down... my hand hurts, but i won't give you the satisfaction of hearing me moan in pain... i clench my teeth and look at the ref...

Sara_León: To my surprise, you offer me your hand. I squeeze it, partly grateful, partly still angry. The tension builds up in my grip. I feel tempted to take advantage of that, and I squeeze harder. I see you clench your teeth, and I know I'm hurting you. I see your look, partly determined, partly frightened. The handshake is lasting longer than it should, but I can't let go, we just stay there motionless for a few seconds. However, I know I'm not like that, and the need to prove it to you takes over. I finally let go of your hand, raising my chin slightly and giving you a quick nod, taking a step back. Then I raise my arms into a defensive stance and begin circling you. I've already shown you my respect. From now on... I'm not going to hold back. Suddenly, I lunge at you, looking for a collar-and-elbow tie-up

jobber_doll: respect or not... you take the initiative... you are fast... i lose precios time rubbing my hand... damn it... im such a fool... almost in no time, i got you over me... you are trying one of those grips im not familiar with... im just a rookie after all... "what the heck!?" i ask myself... i feel you are pushing me backwards... i can't make the grip get loose... in this position, you have the advantage, and i don't know what to do... you keep pushing me... my neck... i try to shake my head. there's no way i can replicate this on you... so i send you a knee on your stomach out to see if you let me go...

Sara_León: You don't even grab my neck properly, my push and my strength begin to make you step backwards while I feel the confusion in your reaction. I smile, digging my boots into the canvas to keep pushing you, trying to drive you into the ropes, when suddenly... "Ugh!!" Your little knee sinks into my stomach, making me let go of you immediately and step back a little, bringing my hand to my abdomen and looking at you with some surprise. It wasn't even painful, but it was surprising. My body electrifies and I react suddenly, throwing my arm forward, trying to hit your jaw with my forearm

jobber_doll: "it worked!" i tell myself... but im almost against a corner... there's little space between both... im trapped between you and the turnbuckle... i must try something, but what? while doubting about it for seconds, suddenly i see your forearm coming straight at my face... i have no time to dodge it... oh god, i can't lift my arms in time to cover my face. almost instinctively, i lean to my left all i can, hoping you hit my shoulder instead... if i succeed, maybe i can get out of the corner somehow...

Sara_León: My forearm hits your shoulder as you move out of my way. My momentum makes me get closer to the corner on your right, giving you the opportunity to get out of it. I turn toward you, frustrated, seeing how you step back, how you try to dodge me instead of counterattacking. Right now you're just a frightened prey, so I don't hesitate to try attacking again, getting closer to you and extending a leg, trying to sink my boot into your stomach and make you bend toward me, while I extend my hands to grab you by the hair if I manage to do it

jobber_doll: i managed to get out of the corner... my intention was to push you against the turnbuckle... but you are too fast and turned around in no time... you thrown me a kick, but i wasn't close enough, so it barely connects with my stomach... the crowd goes wild, screaming things i don't understand... my english is limited, and i get lost in the slang... it seems they think we are losing time... they might be right... this is more like a silly dance between a predator and her prey... so i decided to try something different and use your frustration to my advantage... perhaps it's going to be my only chance... so i take impulse and charge against you looking to surprise you and spear you against the corner...

Sara_León: My leg barely connects, my arms don't reach your hair, I lose my balance, I try to recover it, expecting you to step back more.... And my eyes open wide when you lean forward and throw yourself at me, sinking your shoulder into my stomach and driving me into the corner: "UMPH!!" My back digging into the turnbuckles, my hands gripping the top ropes and my ass sticking out a little between the ropes while I snort, leaning my torso over your back and remaining pinned there by you for an instant. The crowd roars in surprise while I just try to recover my breath

jobber_doll: "i can't believe it worked!" i tell myself... "think naya... think... what would Brooke do?"... without hesitation, i start digging my shoulder in your stomach over and over again... i can't waste the opportunity... i can't throw this little advantage away... "im pretty sure she would do the same"... i say to myself while trying to soften your stomach as more as i possibly can... my skinny body spearing you with all i can against the turnbuckle... the crowd roaring... i need to catch my breath... but before... i grab you by the hair... look at your eyes very briefly and jump, using my own weight to force your head to hit the matt, face first... everyone goes nuts...

Sara_León: "Ugh!! Ack!! Ghhh!!!" Your shoulder sinks into my stomach again and again and again... Knocking the air out of my lungs, punishing my abs... My boots lose contact with the mat with every one of your charges, bouncing and hanging between the ropes. My hands grip the top ropes tightly. Luckily, you don't have much strength and the punishment isn't brutal... But it is humiliating in a way, and definitely painful. The crowd screams excitedly watching the bigger wrestler being speared by you in the corner. And then you grab me by the hair and our eyes meet for an instant. I see that shy hatred shining in your eyes while I groan... And suddenly you jump and take my head with you, which jerks from the pull, and... -BOOOOMM!!- My face crashes into the mat suddenly, the rest of my body shaken by the impact while the NEW crowd can't believe what they're seeing, beginning to scream your name. I stay there lying face down, beginning to move my hands weakly and thinking about how much I'm going to make you pay for this if I manage to take control

jobber_doll: i hit the mat with my knees... im kneeling close to you... i know what you must be thinking deep down... i know i have surprised you... i have surprised everyone... and i can't stop now...i slowly start getting up, seeing you laying there, over your stomach... your face dig in the mati look around to the crowd for a second or two... i know what im going to do... and you are not going to like it... i move to place myself over you, looking you downwards one leg at each side... i sit on your lower back and pass my hands below your chin and pull... this is one of the holds i know... a camel clutch, they told me... i pull and keep you looking at the crowd screaming at us... i pull all i can so you feel the pain... even though im not strong at all... i use my own body to balance myself back to add all the pressure i can...

Sara_León: I suddenly feel your weight on my back. A part of me was convinced you would try to pin me, but this feels different. You're really trying to punish me. I feel your small, soft hands closing under my chin, and beginning to pull upward. I groan a little when you begin, surprised that you haven't trapped my arms over your thighs too, but suddenly noticing that you're really putting all your strength into that hold, feeling how the pressure begins to punish my back, my neck, my spine... I try to avoid complaining, but despite your lack of strength, your determination to lean back is enough to cause me terrible pain that finally forces me to scream: "Ahh... AAHHHHHH!!! JODER!!! STOP!!" My hands press against the mat, trying to push upward and relieve the pain, partly succeeding, while my legs twist beneath your weight, trying to get under one of the bottom ropes, while my voice cracks and I keep bringing my hands to your wrists alternately, trying to make you let go, while my chest heaves and I feel like you're going to split my throat in two: "AGGGHHHHH!!!"

jobber_doll: i keep pulling you by the chin... im adding all the pressure i can... i think i heard you asking me to stop, but im so lost in my own thoughts. i don't believe it possible... i lift my little ass a little so my legs can help me lean back a little more by pressing my heels on the mat to then let myself fall on your lower back with all my weight... i want you to picture in your head what's going on... a pale skinny just 4"10 tall, 100 lbs is doing this to you... in front of a full house audience... i don't have to taunt you... or insult you... im not that kind of girl... what's going on speaks for itself... i've been humiliated more times than i can remember... this very moment is going to be stuck in your head, Sara... no matter how this ends... i feel your hands on my wrists, but you can't stop me... you are struggling... the bottom rope is close, though, but i can't think about that... the people screaming like crazy... "if this is too much... then just tap out, Sara..." i say while making a final effort to pull even more...

Sara_León: I feel sweat beginning to dampen my skin. This was not the start of the match I had planned. And the worst part is that... I don't even feel like you're too much for me. Your weight is insignificant, your strength weak, your technique poor. But no matter how hard I try, I can't break free from you, or stop the pain. You have the audacity to offer me surrender. I curse myself for allowing you to get this far. I shake my head desperately, making my answer clear to you. The simple fact that you even said it infuriates me, pisses me off. But the pain doesn't stop, you keep leaning farther back, I begin to feel your hair brushing my lower back while my spine keeps bending, and your knuckles dig into my chin. The idiot referee hasn't even bothered to check my feet. We're still beside the corner, I should have crossed the ropes with my boots several times already. Frustrated, I kick my feet even more, trying to (and managing to) touch the ropes, making them shake through the whole ring while I yell at the referee: "THE ROPES!!! LOOK AT THE ROPES YOU IDIOT!!!" Before feeling another pull from you as an answer, making me lift my gaze toward the ceiling lights: "AAHHHH!!"

jobber_doll: im lost in my strategy... pulling like crazy... i close my eyes and give it all... suddenly, the crowd starts screaming to the ref... "rope"... they say..."rope, rope, rope"... the ref reacts... i don't know if i was doing something illegal or not... part of me feels terrible... i closed my eyes, so i didn't see well what was going on... im asked to release you... and that's what i do... i let you go, a bit disoriented... i slowly step back while i try to catch my breath... my little chest hectic... my slim arms shaking a bit... "naya... stay focused..."... i repeat inside my head... what should my next move be? i don't really know if my attack had an effect on you, in physical terms... psychologically speaking, im sure that you are mad... i won't lie... im scared about how mad you could be, but it's not the moment to think about it... i grab the top rope and lean on it a bit to help my body rest for a little while...

Sara_León: As soon as you let me go, my body drops onto the mat. My palms press against it while I try to push myself up again. The referee asks me how I am, if I can continue. I tell him yes, while I manage to move and grab the ropes, beginning to pull on them to get back to my feet. My arms and legs are trembling. And I realize it’s not because of the pain... But because of the anger and humiliation. I see you holding onto the top rope while I’m still on one knee on the mat, and my look says everything. I wipe the back of my hand across my lips, panting with difficulty and feeling a few strands of hair stick to my already sweaty face. Then I try to get fully back to my feet...

jobber_doll: still grabbing the top rope... i can't take my eyes off you... you are too fast to give you the benefit of looking other way... the crowd is screaming to the ref... it seems my hold lasted more than it should... i see how you look at me, your eyes fixed in mine... you look so unpleasant with what just happened that im sure that your mind is calculating what your next move is going to be... "whatever it is, you must be ready... naya..."... i tell myself... i try to look less tired and leave the top rope to adopt a tough attitude... i check on my ponytail and walk around like im ready to restart the match...

Sara_León: I manage to get completely back to my feet while you adjust your ponytail. I twist my head to both sides with a grimace, bending my neck and recovering mobility in it while you begin walking around ready to continue the match. I press my lips into a smile of restrained anger and nod slightly, approaching you with my arms raised in a defensive stance, pretending to suddenly lunge at you, hoping to scare you and make you lower your guard, so I can catch one of your wrists and try to give your arm a hard yank, looking to send you against the ropes so you bounce off them and come back toward me

jobber_doll: i see you coming towards me... you lift your arms and silly me think you want to start a test of strength or something... so i raise my arms to meet yours... what a stupid mistake... you quickly pull me by a wrist and throw me against the ropes... i can't stop and find myself running towards them... im sweating... my hands are sweating... i try to grab the top rope, but i can't... my hands slip... my face is in total panic because i know what's going to happen next... "oh nooo..."... the middle rope hits my flat tummy, making me lose some air, and I literally bounce back in no time... I have no control over my skinny body... everything is happening so fast...

Sara_León: As soon as I throw you toward the ropes, I start running toward the opposite ones myself. They dig into my back and I bounce off them, launching myself running toward you. You haven’t even had the prudence to turn around, and you’re backing up toward me with your back exposed, so it’ll be impossible for you to stop me. When I reach your height, I make a huge jump and tuck my legs in, suddenly throwing them forward, aiming to hit you with both boots in your back mid-air in a dropkick, trying to send you forward again, against the ropes or against the mat

jobber_doll: i bounce backwards, losing my balance, close to fall down... my legs adding more and more speed... my arms moving randomly, scratching the air... not far from the ropes. suddenly, my back meets your strong legs in a devastating double drop kick... the kick itself makes the crowd go nuts... my entire skinny body shakes by the vicious impact, making me squeal in pain, while im immediately propelled towards the ropes again... "MMFFMAAAH"... your feet connect right at the base of my neck... i don't know if that was your intention or not because it feels it was delivered with such bad blood... my head falls back a bit, saliva drops flying out of my mouth... my arms pointing at my back... my feet barely touching the mat.. im pushed straight towards the second rope... there's nothing i can do, i won't be able to change the trajectory or grab the ropes... the upper side of my body passes between the middle and the top rope... while my lower tummy hits the second rope, making me moan loudly in pain... i end up with half my body hanging out of the ring barely balanced... i lay there for a few seconds before the rest of my body slipped out of the ring... i fall out, landing on the back of my neck and flipping over me to end up on my back... disoriented... moaning... desperately trying to recover... looking at the ceiling on the ringside...

Sara_León: I fall onto my back after the dropkick, watching as you go flying through the ropes. I get to my feet in a jump, and when I look at you again you're already collapsing outside the ring. I grimace and roll my shoulders while the crowd screams, some cheering and others booing. I shrug at them, heading for the ropes and sliding between them, jumping down to ringside and landing right beside you on my feet. I watch you for an instant, staring at the stadium lights disoriented. I don't smile, I just bite my lip in a quick and instinctive gesture before crouching down and grabbing that black hair of yours. I close my fingers on your scalp with a certain viciousness, and start pulling upward. I manage to get you standing with relative ease, and once I do I spin you around until I'm forcing you to face the ring, without letting go of your hair. I tilt your head back a little, looking for a more generous trajectory.... And then I try to launch your head directly against the edge of the ring, trying to crush your delicate face against it

jobber_doll: im a bit dizzy by the messy landing... im trying to get up, but my body doesn't answer me... i really need to get up. im wasting precious time, but my neck is killing me, and i lost air when slamming by back... against the floor. while im still laying there almost motionless, trying to catch my breath, i hear the people's screeams and boes... they alert me you are coming out of the ring, but it's too late, i feel you grabbing me by the hair... "ahhh... what are you doing, Sara?... let me gooo..."... i yell... i think you'll try to smash my head against the apron's edge.. i desperately start sending backwards elbows, hoping one reaches you so you let me go... "oh god, no. nonono..."...

Sara_León: I immediately feel your resistance. How your body twists, preventing me from moving you at my will. You throw your arms backwards until inevitably one hits me in the chin. I let go of your hair for an instant, bringing my hand to my mouth with a grimace of pain and a look of frustration. Immediately and without saying anything, I try to attack again. You don't like the ring's edge? Let's try something else. I grab you by the wrist and suddenly yank your arm, trying to throw you directly against the metal steps!

jobber_doll: somehow, i managed to connect an elbow on you... i don't know where exactly i hit you, but im sure it made you mad... you let my hair go, but in no time, you grab me once again by one of my delicate wrists... "heeey..." i can't turn around in time to struggle with you, and you propelled me to the steel steps... i have crashed them, making a big noise. "THUD!"... my right shoulder took the worst part... im twisting in pain rolling in the floor... our eyes meet, and you see, im scared... instead of immediately coming towards me... you take your time, lifting your arms pretending this attack wasn't faul play... the audience yells all types of things at you while i desperate crawl trying to create some distance... i reach out to the barricade and use it to stand up... the pain in my shoulder is killing me, and the base of my neck is still soaring... im rubbing my back, trying to ease the pain, without taking my eyes off you... "¿no puedes ganar limpiamente, verdad Sara? i say to you with a trembling voice...

Sara_León: The sound of your body against the metal is chilling. The crowd reacts more negatively than I expected, and I find myself forced to raise my arms in a sign of innocence, clearly frustrated by the fans' insults. The time when I enjoyed these reactions is long gone, and the veins in my neck begin to swell as I try to repress an aggressive response toward them. When I look at you again, you're crawling desperately toward the barricade and slowly getting to your feet against it, and then you try to provoke me. And that’s when I really can’t repress the response: "Dijo la que me mantuvo ilegalmente en un camel clutch más tiempo del permitido...". And, having said that, as I approach you, I press the palm of my hand against your chin and shove your head backward against the barricade, making your ponytail hang behind it near the fans, while I lick the palm of my free hand before trying to slam it hard against your exposed chest, attempting to make your skin burn in a painful chop!

jobber_doll: i shake my head in denial... "i was with my eyes closed, Sara... i'm not a cheater, like you..." i'm catching my breath using the barricade as a support and didn't realize i'm standing... in front of a massive group of your... fans... they scream ugly things to me... calling me all types of things... i turn around, getting distracted by them... i don't see you coming, it is too late... i feel your hand on my chin... pushing me over the barricade, my back bending over the metal... my ponytail at the reach of some of your fans... i'm too weak to stop you... they cheer for you loudly... i shake my head in panic... i know what you are about to do... "no, Sara... please..."... you viciously slam my sensitive little chest with your open hand, making my skinny body convulse in pain... "AHHHH!"... my eyes become glassy... you keep pushing my chin forcing me to bend over the barricade, i'm on my tip toes... vulnerable to your attacks...

Sara_León: My hand on your chin keeps applying pressure, letting the weight of your body rest on your upper back and on the barricade, while I bring my face close to your ear: “Maybe you expected me to beg you to surrender. This is wrestling, Naya. If you call me a cheater one more time, I’ll cheat for real. Understood?” Having said that, I pull back a little and drive my knee directly into your stomach, trying to crush your small body against the barricade. I stay leaning on the barricade and see some fans getting closer to us, and I shout at them: “Not one step closer, bastards!! She’s mine!!”

jobber_doll: as if your vicious attack weren't enough... now you are threatening me in front of your fans... you even scream at them, showing how mean you really are... i look at you with me glassy eyes... there's a sadistic look in yours, the tone of your voice is no different... it seems you are enjoying punishing me and taking your time in doing so... you violently knee me on my flat tummy, smashing my back against the barricade... i squeal in pain. "AIEEEE!"... the pain in my lower back is killing me, and your knee digging my stomat and crashing my ribs is making me twisting without control for a moment before sliding my back down the cold metal, coughing and spitting a bit... "cheeeateeer..."... i murmur with a trembling voic, close to tears... my frustration is so big that im not caring of the consequences... i try to react, but i can't... i'm sitting on the floor with ny legs spread, lying against the barricade while your fans make fun of me... their laughs hammering my mind.. "oh god... naya stand up, c'mon... you can make it, don't let her get away with this..." i'm telling myself...

Sara_León: When you call me a cheater again, I turn red with rage. You really are trying to provoke me and succeeding in bringing out the worst in me. You humiliate me, insult me, challenge me... All the pity I feel for you begins to slowly fade away, when suddenly I hear the referee. He has been counting the time we've spent outside and we're close to disqualification, so cursing under my breath I grab you by the hair and yank you, shaking you mercilessly, lifting you off the floor and grabbing you by the gear at the waist, bringing you closer to the ring and throwing you inside, under the bottom rope, quickly going in right after you. The count stops at 9, and the match continues. I stay on all fours staring at you with genuine hatred in my eyes and licking my lips with feline hunger, already seeing you more as prey than as an opponent

jobber_doll: the referee yelled to us, warning of a count out... "nine...!"... i look at you for a second or two... "what are you..."... there's a grimm in your eyes... you are smirking at my maliciously while grabbing me effortlessly by my ring gear right by the waist... i don't know if this was your true intention or not, but pull my leotard so it presses my kitty, making me moan unwillingly... your fans are delighted while you pick me up... the spandex fabric pressing my crotch... they say naughty things to me... "Sara, let me go..."... i whisper... you place me over the apron and make me roll under the bottom rope back to the ring... i keep rolling inside the ring, trying to escape from you... i reach the middle of the ring and slowly start to stand up, losing some time taking my leotard bottom off my kitty... the audience laughs while my face is blushing red... "oh god, this is rather humillianting. everyone is looking at me right now..."... thoughts of shame invade my little messy head... while i look up for the ropes at the other side, walking backwards without taking my eyes off you...

Sara_León: I stand up at the same time as you, following your movements and getting closer to you while you back away. I notice how you blush red, and I smirk, extending both hands toward you and grabbing your shoulders. I pull your small body toward me while delivering another violent knee to your stomach, hoping you bend over me so I can trap your head under my armpit in a frontal headlock, looking to drag you toward the center of the ring

jobber_doll: im such a fool... i realised too late i cornered myself... the match continues, and you manage to grab me by the shoulders after you tried to grab my wrists again, and i slapped your hands off a few times... you keep me steady so you can violently knee me in my soaring tummy once more... im spitting in pain, bending over... close to falling down... "Sara, i knew it... everyone can see now what you really are... nothing but a dirty sadist... but i'm not beaten... not yet..."... i don't know if this is a good idea or if it's going to light up you even more, but without thinking much about it... i stomb your right foot...

Sara_León: I'm about to answer you when your boot digs into my foot, making me see stars... "OWWW!!" And making me take a small jump backward, furious but without letting go of your head, pressing it against my side and chest, closing my arm around your neck. I snort from the pain and answer you through gritted teeth. "And you're nothing more than a pathetic weak, stupid, clumsy doll who doesn't know how to fight, and now everyone can see what you really are and why you don't belong in a ring. Enjoy the canvas, asshole!" I scream before letting myself fall backward, taking your head with me, trying to smash your skull against the canvas in a brutal DDT!

jobber_doll: i can hear half of your blabbing... you partially covered my ears with your arm... i don't know what's going on... in no time, i feel my head hitting the canvas... it's an ugly DDT... it makes a big noise... "THUD'"... everything spins around... im dizzy struggling to remain conscious... twisting on the mat, moaning in pain... my eyes almost closed...

Sara_León: I get down on all fours, panting through gritted teeth and staring at you lying on the canvas. I crawl toward you, positioning myself over your body, both knees at the sides of your ribs and one hand gripping your hair at the side of your head, clenching my fist sadistically. "This is what you wanted, right? An angry, cheating and sadistic Sara? Here I am, bitch!!" And with that said, without letting go of your hair, I slam a punch into your face. Then another to your jaw. And another, and another, and another, unloading all my rage onto your delicate face in a violence that even sets off the referee's alarms, as he rushes toward me asking me to let you go, while the crowd murmurs louder and louder. I land several more punches on your face until the referee has to pull my shoulder and drag me away from you, making me fall on my ass beside you, my chest completely heaving and sweat soaking my face reddened by rage

jobber_doll: i am too weak to push you away and am too dizzy to realise what's going on... your start landing nasty blows on my unprotected face... i squeal in pain... trapped against the mat under you... the crowd goes silence... my screams filling the entire place... "AHHHH!!!"... my skinny body squirming... my legs hitting the mat... desperately... i taste blood in my mouth... my entire face feels like it's burning... "you are nothing but a common bully, Sara..."... i say loudly enough to everyone to listen... the ref force you to leave me alone... i lean over one side, when you stop... tears are falling from my eyes... but i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing me cry... i crawl the ring towards the turnbuckle sobbing in silence... i haven't forgotten why i'm fighting you... i think about Brooke while i use the ropes to slowly stand up... i look backwards and spit some blood before drying my eyes.. "is this all you got... bully?"...

Sara_León: I get to my feet while you do the same, still not stopping insulting me despite everything. When you say your last offensive word, I let out a scream of fury with the veins in my neck bulging and throw myself directly at you, jumping just before reaching the corner and extending my knee quickly, trying to SMASH it into your face with all my momentum while reaching for the ropes to keep my balance

jobber_doll: my entire body is trembling im barely on my feet... yeah... im receiving a lot of punishment from you... you are showing how much pain you can inflict on someone, but i wanted to fight you out of love... you humiliated my girlfriend... i won't go down easily... you jump so furious towards me looking to knee me in my face that you don't measure the risk enough and, even though you connect the kick, you do it barely... rubbing my right cheek, throwing my head to the middle rope, leaving me hanging on it by the neck... while your knee keeps moving until reaching the ring post... the crowd laughs by the noise your knee does and and screaming... "BULLY... BULLY... BULLY..."

Sara_León: -CLANKK!- The sound of my knee striking the post makes the entire ring shake. A wave of pain runs through my body as I lose my balance and stumble backward, tripping and falling onto my back on the canvas with a grimace of pain on my face and clutching my knee. The crowd's chants drive me crazy, and I can't hold back a scream: "SHUT UUUUP!!!", punching the canvas before getting back to my feet and heading toward you with a slight limp, trying to strike your back with my forearm to control you better and grab you by the head, looking to slide it over the middle rope

jobber_doll: im on my knees... hanging on the middle rope by the neck... my body having little shakes... i grab the top rope to stand up, but i can't... the crowd screams are like underwater sounds to me, my head is still spinning... your yelling breaks them... you must be so frustrated to scream like that... but it's not that i hear you clearly... it's by your fans' faces... they are encouraging you to be more sadistic... i try to turn around. it's too late, i couldn't get up, and you are grabbing me by the skull... you start sliding my neck on the middle rope... im choking, trying to breathe... my hands desperate trying to reach you... my knees barely touching the canvas... i try to scream by im gasping for air instead... tears are falling down my cheeks... "UGH..."... you are moving me from one corner to the other... im drooling all the way down... i need air... im grabbing my neck to create some separation that gives me some, but you insist on keeping me there... "i need to... breath..." i cough... "please..." i cough... "pleeeease..."...

Sara_León: I stop before reaching the corner, without letting go of your head, and speaking with cruel condescension: "Oh, poor Naya, do you need to breathe? Now you want me to be nice to you?" And then I raise my right leg and press my knee against the back of your neck, crushing your throat against the rope while gripping the top rope with both hands, letting all the weight of my body rest only on my knee and on your neck. I arch my back backward applying more pressure, bending the ropes and letting my hair fall freely behind me while I cut off every possibility for you to speak and breathe. "I can't hear you Naya!! Can you repeat it please??" I mock you while your face sticks out between the ropes, completely exposed to the fans' cameras

jobber_doll: im desperate gasping for air... my mouth open, thick ropes of drool falling from it... im moving my arms randomly trying to meet you... the tip of my toes scratching the mat with no my skinny body squirming for your sadist amusement and your fans entertainment... you are doing this on purpose. you want them to stream this, so the internet gets filled with clips and people comments... this has become a nightmare that goes beyond tonight... these toughts invade my mind... i realise this will be seen by so many... i have to make it stop. i kick the canvas violently while my pale and bruised face starts to get red... my eyes rolling back... your knee pushing my neck down, the pressure on my delicate neck is unbearable. it feels like a guillotine... your cocky voice sounds so mean... almost commanding your fans... im resisting all i can... "guuuurghhhhhh..."... the rope bruising my pale and delicate neck... burning my skin... i hope the ref does something... oh god, it seems like you want to rip my head off using the rope...

Sara_León: I feel your small body kicking and squirming under my weight, and I end up unable to stop myself from letting out a sadistic laugh, throwing my head back while I keep pulling on the rope with my hands and shifting the weight of my body forward, against your throat. And then the referee intervenes again, saying that the regulation seconds have already passed and that if I don't let you go he will disqualify me. I pull my knee away from the back of your neck quickly and let go of the ropes, stepping back a little and giving you space while I look at the referee raising my hands. "Hey, I've stopped, happy? Can I continue?" The referee doesn't answer me, moving closer to you and asking if you can continue the match while I watch both of you impatiently, rubbing my wrists and pacing from side to side

jobber_doll: you remove your knee from the back of my neck after the referee warning you that you are in the limit of disqualification... it would be so ironic if you lose the match because of this... the referee checks on me... im in pretty bad shape by i nod that i can continue... i use the top rope to try to get up, and once i do it, my body collapses, and i fall down... im on my fours, looking at you... our eyes meet... i clench my teeth and shake my head and climb the ropes to get on my feet... i see how you look at me. you wish i would have stayed down... i know that seeing me on my feet again irritates you so much... i use it to my advantage... "don't show weakness, naya... whatever happens... don't give her anything... not even the satisfaction of threatening you..." i tell myself... "you are nothing but a coward, Sara... i was with my eyes closed, so didn't know you were touching the rope. what is your excuse to reach the limit with such a nasty illegal move?"... "i've been right about you since the beginning... you are just a dirty brawler looking to make herself a quick name here... but you lack real talent..."...i say while i pass the back of my hand over my mouth to dry it... my face is still burning by your ruthless blows... i think i have a swollen cheekbone... "let's end this..."... i say in a low voice... while i walk towards the centre of the ring... my body trembling with each step.... but i keep my chin up... my dark eyes fixed on you... there's determination in my sight...

Sara_León: I clench my fists so tightly that my knuckles turn white, holding myself back and waiting for the referee's signal to throw myself at you again and make you shut that venom-filled viper mouth. You look pathetic, trembling and stumbling, but your hatred toward me seems to be enough to keep you standing and provoking me, which is driving me completely desperate. I move closer to you and grab one of your wrists without saying anything, while at the same time raising one leg and pressing my boot against your jaw in a quick motion. "Let's see if this finally shuts you the fuck up." I tell you coldly before letting myself fall backward onto the canvas, pulling your wrist and your arm toward me, hoping the fall makes you tilt your head downward until smashing your skull against my outstretched leg in an Eat Defeat

Sara_León:

jobber_doll: you grab my wrist to pull me and keep me close to you... i don't know what you are planning to do this time... my eyes go wide open when i see you place your feet in my already soaring cheek... you are smirking maliciously... "oh, nooo..."... i try to scratch your leg with my free hand, but it's too late... you drop yourself backwards the mat almost like death weight, to apply that movement... everything happens so fast after that. a strong trembling shakes my head, the pressure on my cheek is enormous and propels me up, lifting me from the canvas... im catapulted from it... i literally fly backwards towards the ropes, and my head is pushed violently, making drool drops to fall out of my mouth all the way... i crash the ropes like a ragdoll to immediately bounce back... the ropes added more impulse to my fly, and i finally fell down on a hard slam close to you. "PLAF!"... landing on my small chest, face first, making me squeal in agony "AIEEE"... before going mute. the crowd goes silence... im laying on the canvas, motionless... my face against the mat one side, drooling... my eyes barely open... soft moans coming out of my mouth... my skinny body having unwilling little quick shakes...

Sara_León: I quickly drop to one knee on the canvas only to see you finally collapse near me face down, trembling in spasms and lying there silently. I lick my lips with a certain sadistic pleasure while grabbing one of your wrists and pulling it to the side, rotating your limp body and leaving you lying on your back. I hook one of your legs with my arm and raise it vertically while sensually laying myself over you, pressing one hand against your chest and the other grabbing your black hair, shouting to the referee: "COUNT HER!! NOW!!" The referee throws himself onto the canvas and slams it with his hand: "ONE!!... TWO!!..." But I don't even intend to see whether you're capable of kicking out. I quickly yank your hair upward as I sit up and release your leg. I remain on my knees while lifting your whole torso and pressing your forehead against my chest, part of the crowd booing loudly at my sadism and lack of respect toward you. Others cheering eagerly for more. I shake my head smiling, already completely deranged, knowing that at this point you are mine and I'm not going to let you rest until I am completely satisfied with you

jobber_doll: i feel how you turn around my almost limp body... you do it in such a way that it seems i disgust you.... the crowd screams wildly... everyone knows what's coming next... my eyes are barely open... im looking at the lights at the ceiling... tears are flowing down my eyes. there's a little pool of drool near my face.. my mouth mumbling incoherent words... my little chest going up and down... you press it down with one hand to keep me there agonizing before you for a brief moment to then, with the other, you grab my leg and lift it for the pin... the referee comes near to star the count... im laying there, lifeless, my head is telling my body to react, to do something... but instead, i have short little spasms that tell you im beaten... you press me there, but just for a couple of seconds... 1... 2... and pick me up... your fans go crazy... they yell at you, demanding more punishment, and you seem thirsty to please them... no, you are not satisfied with all the hits you've given me already.... your fans want you to humiliate me, but you, you want something else... you keep my face against your chest... smothering me... disrespecting me, playing with my skinny body as im nothing, just a rag doll for you to sadistically play with... i can't breathe... the lack of air makes me come back to my senses in a violent gasp, but only to find me trapped... im too weak to free myself free... i desperate move my arms flapping weakly like a drunk bird... your fans laugh noisy... i try to speak, but you're pressing me mercilessly... "tanto me odias... Sara?"... i manage to pronounce... while i fist my hands and start sending you soft blows to your torso... "let me... go... please.. pleaaase."...

Sara_León: I bring my lips close to your ear so only you can hear me, closing my fingers around your hair and moving your head at will while I whisper to you: "Quizás te sorprenda saber que yo no tengo ni tuve nada contra Brooke. Pero tú... Tú has conseguido cabrearme. Has convertido esto en algo personal. Así que sí, te odio. Bienvenida al infierno, hija de puta". After saying that, I give your cheek a disrespectful lick before beginning to stand up, grabbing you by one wrist and without releasing your hair, dragging you like a rag doll until I get you to your feet. Once achieved, I yank your shoulder, forcing you to rotate and end up with your back against me, at which point I wrap both arms around your waist from behind. I lock my hands together over your stomach while pressing my face and torso against your back. "Start counting, Naya..." I tell you before bending my knees and pulling my arms upward, dropping backward and seeking to launch you back-first onto the canvas over me with my classic German Suplex

jobber_doll: your sadism has no limits, so after pretending to pin me... you lift me off the mat, giving my beaten skinny body little no rest... the look in your eyes speaks volumes... you are preparing another devastating move to me... but suddenly, you make a pause... now you dare to lie about the ugly actions you've committed to Brooke... whispering in my ear so no one else can hear, like a coward... i open my eyes wide as you threaten me... you even dare to lick my cheek... i try to move my head away but i can't... "no eres más que una cabrona y una cobarde, Sara... why don't you tell everyone what you just said to me? i manage to say... you give me no time and hug my skinny body like a rag doll, lifting my feet from the mat to throw me backwards in a strong german suplex with tremendous force... the referee was very close, still watching the previous action, and when you threw me, my heels collided with his face... we both went flying backwards... the referee crashes first into the corner hitting the back of his head with the turnbuckle, getting knocked out... his body cushioned my fall... "NGHHH"... i find myself inverted between his legs... looking everything upside down... dizzy... moaning in pain... "ugh... you're despicable... Sara..." i say...

Sara_León: I jump to my feet, smiling and brushing the hair away from my face, and when I turn around I see what happened. The referee unconscious and you lying against him like a rag doll, still murmuring insults. I approach you shaking my head. "Yes, you're right, I am. And now the referee can't save you from me..." To the horror of part of the crowd, instead of trying to revive the referee I grab you by the ankles and drag you away from the corner, toward the center of the ring, leaving you face down on the mat. I place one boot over one of your thighs, without letting go of your ankles. Then the other boot over your other thigh, remaining standing on them. I hook your feet against my legs, leaving your legs completely trapped between mine. And then I crouch over you, gripping your forearms with my hands and looking at the crowd. "DO YOU WANT TO HEAR THIS BITCH SCREAM?? DO YOU WANT THE DOLL TO BEG FOR MERCY??" A large part of the crowd roars affirmatively, making me feel a shiver of satisfaction through my sweat-soaked skin, and then I pull your arms toward me while dropping backward, trying to submit you to a terrible Romero special!

Sara_León:

jobber_doll: i can't offer any type of resistance while you pick my body from the turnbuckle... you drag ne to the middle of the ring by the ankels, you place me over my belly against the mat and put your boots in my thighs... "what are you doing, Sara!?"... i feel how you viciously bend my body backwards by pulling my forearms... "oh god, nooooo!!!"... and you lift me up in a painful hold i can't escape from... im squirming in the air desperately... i heard your merciless taunts... the crowd roaring loudly... i violently shake my head... i bit my lower lip, trying not to give you the satisfaction of moaning in pain... "hnghh..."... but, after a few moments i end up moaning loudly... "aaaaargh"... echoing the entire place... i can't hold the tears falling from my eyes...

Sara_León: Your moan is music to my ears, finally... “Ohhh yes, Naya!! Can you moan again, please? I think there are still people in the crowd who haven’t heard you yet. Just don’t overdo it, we wouldn’t want the referee to wake up....” I mock you, beginning to pull your arms downward, bending your body until the back of your head starts resting against my sweaty, heaving chest. Your face, already full of tears, hanging upside down very close to mine. Our eyes meet... And in an act of perverse mockery I wink at you, knowing I’m bending you into physically unbearable positions. “You can’t escape from me...” I whisper to you, “You’re mine...” My words coming out like pure venom from my lips before I release your wrists and quickly bring my hands to your chin and throat, pulling your head downward, making your body bend and twist in a way that could break you if you weren’t so flexible

jobber_doll: you are bending my skinny body to its limit... im shaking my head desperately... the crowd yells like crazy while you seem to enjoy torturing me... i squeal in agony, unable to stop you... "EEEEEE!"... "EEEEEE!"... you stretch me even more... my head hanging up side down meets yours... you don't realize it, but im not listening to you... im fighting this hold with all i have... our eyes met and winked at me, mocking me and making me feel so small... so... inferior... that i scream at your face with the little strength i still have... "Fuck you, Sara!"... "Nnnnghh... QUE TE DEN!"... then you grab my chin and finally my throat... im close to collapse, twisting... trapped... my chest going up and down fast, while my flat tummy stretches under the sight of your sadistic fans eager for more torment... im close to spasming while you bend me even more...

Sara_León: Your insults no longer make me angry anymore, they only provoke a deranged laugh from me. I know you’re at your limit, your muscles are twisting and I can feel it. Your chest heaves very close to my face, your body stretched in my hold. The position is unstable, so my legs begin to sway a little, letting them fall forward so that you end up on your knees on the mat and momentarily lose the grip on your chin. However, I sit up slightly with the movement, ending up seated on the mat, and I take advantage of the fact that you’re still bent and stretched to wrap my right arm around your throat and trap you in a terrible dragon sleeper. Basically the same submission with which I humiliated Brooke... But in a more painful position, with my boots still dug into your thighs and your body bent unnaturally backward while I press your head against my chest and my arm sinks into your throat like a python

Brooke_Williams: I grimace as I see the painful hold being applied to Naya. My heart sinking.... Both because of seeing her in pain.... And because she's in this position because of me.... I lean my head forward putting my head in my hands

jobber_doll: you look like a deranged hyena laughing like a crazy scavenger... my body is suffering tremendous punishment because of your animosity towards me... it's incredible the level you're getting to just to prove you could beat me... but, that's not what hurts me... no, it's not all the physical punishment i'm taking... it's the demoralization that drowns me when i see my girlfriend in the audience, covering her eyes... "oh, noooo..."... i knew what i was stepping into when i challenged you to a match... i didn't care then as i don't care now... but looking at her face... oh god, i shake my head like a madwoman and tilt my face, trying to avoid eye contact with Brooke, but you are placing me just in her eye view... my calves hurts a lot, my legs trapped without any possibility of getting released... you won't let go, you pull me by my chin and choking my throat... limiting my breathing and making me not just struggle to this vicious hold, but gasping desperately for air... the position you have me in is so sadistic, you're literally exhibiting me in front of everyone like a rag doll incapable of doing... anything... it's so humiliating how my body no longer answers and only obeys how you bend and stretch me mercilessly... i bite my lower lip to avoid continuing to moan and give you that satisfaction... "NNNNNGH..."... but i can't take it anymore... "GAAAAAH!"... my skinny body starts collapsing in your grip...

Sara_León: "This is your fault and yours alone, Naya..." I begin to tell you, wrapping one of your arms with my free arm and anchoring it to your back, maintaining and tightening the position, feeling your throat shake desperately, your chest heaving in front of me. "This could have been less humiliating. I could have defeated you without cheating and in little time, and everyone would have forgotten it. But you didn't want to make it easy. And now everyone will remember this moment. Exhibited, twisted, bent, punished and humiliated. What will Brooke think of you now?" I give a new yank to your chin, making you tilt your head back even farther while I dig the soles of my boots into your thighs. But then I begin to see the referee starting to move. "Look, the referee is waking up... If I keep you like this you can submit and he'll force me to let you go. Do you want us to do that, you stupid little bitch?"

jobber_doll: "stupid little bitch... uh?"... i'm struggling on the very edge of my flexibility... so close to collapse... but those words... those damn words, spoken in front of my girlfriend so she can hear them... "no. i'm not a bitch"... i tell myself... "stupid"... perhaps... "little"... sure... but certainly not a bitch... i won't take that, especially not in front of my girlfriend... you are insulting her through me, and i won't tolerate it... damn it, i desperately need to gain some time... so... "ugh... you think you're very tough, don't you... Sarita, puta?"... "if you were sooo... great, you have won this match... cough... cough... long ago..."... "oh yeah... what a great merit, uh?... right... beating a short skinny girl who has "jobber" written on her chest... uh?... i dare you to look at my face... and call me a bitch again... you, sadistic whore"...

Sara_León: I release the grip on your neck while the referee drops to his knees, and I grab your face with both hands, looking you in the eyes, with your face upside down. "Naya, I defeated you at least 10 minutes ago, you know it as well as I do. This is pure fun, just like looking into your eyes and calling you a bitch again, which is what you are. Anyway, now that I see Brooke is your weak point, maybe I should use it to my advantage. After all... It turns me on a lot when you call me a sadistic whore..." And after saying that, I tilt my head toward yours and plant a forced kiss on your lips... Only to sink a bite into them after a few seconds of non-consensual pleasure, and pull away from you, throwing you aside while laughing with my lips stained by your blood and licking them

jobber_doll: you throw me aside like yesterday's trash after forcing a kiss on me... you called me a bitch again, but that forced kiss left me speechless... i spit on the mat in total disgust... my body trembles from the hold you mercilessly tortured me with... i try to stand up, but i can't... the level of frustration im feeling is so big that i cry out inconsolably... "aaaaagh!"... i slam my forehead against the mat and spit again... i pass the back of my hand over my mouth, while i look at you with hatred... "what do you think... you just did, Sara?" i ask, before i slowly fist my hands to suddenly jump over you, looking to smash them on your chest... more by the force of the impulse itself than the rush of adrenaline running in my veins... the whole scene is rather pathetic... as im not able to really connect the blows or do you real harm...

Sara_León: As soon as you lunge at me, your weakness betrays you and makes you predictable again. I move quickly toward you, trapping your head under my arm in the middle of your charge, and leap athletically upward and slightly backward, allowing your own momentum to carry both of us to the mat... But this time my arm directs your skull straight into it in a DDT perfectly driven by your own impulse

jobber_doll: i'm not thinking... clearly... i'm so... angry... so furious, but my body is so... tired, and i'm so... exhausted that my moves are extremely clumsy... you catch me on the run and grab me by the neck... to then smash my head into a devastating DDT, in the middle of the ring... the slam is so strong it reverberates loudly... "BLAAAM!"... as a result, i'm lying face down on the canvas... groaning, semi-conscious... "hmmm"...

Sara_León: I get to my feet and look at you at my feet, already reduced to a rag of a human being, writhing and barely conscious. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand while pressing my boot onto your head and body, starting to shove you around degradingly while I keep mocking you. "How did you think that was going to end, huh? Earlier I said you don't belong in a ring, but I was wrong. This is your true place, lying in the center of a ring, beaten down by real wrestlers, only useful to satisfy the sadistic eyes of the fans you so desperately want to please with those revealing outfits. Used like trash, a weak and pathetic human wreck without skill or strength or charisma..." Finally I crouch down to grab you by the hair again, pulling it upward while grabbing one of your wrists and sliding an arm between your thighs, lifting you completely off the canvas until you're lying horizontally across my shoulders in a fireman's carry position, while I scream at the crowd: "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH YOUR JOBBER DOLL???"

jobber_doll: im barely conscious, laying face down on the mat, drooling and making a little pool near my mouth... i hear some of your mocks and insults, degrading me while you press the back of my head and body against the canvas... i moan in pain..."MMMPH..."... my legs are trying to kick the mat, and my hands move randomly from one side to the other... i can't take much more... my face goes subtle red when you mention my revealing attires and that im eager to please sadistic fans by being treated like trash... i try to deny it, but you keep me trapped under your boot... i start sobbing... you pick me up without any effort to exhibit me helpless over your shoulders in a complete horizontal position... "nghh... please..."... i whisper... resigned to my destiny, as you ask the crowd what shouldn't happen to me...

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I nod at the roar of the crowd, pressing my lips together and with fire in my eyes. I press one hand against your shoulder and the other against one of your thighs. "GO TO SLEEP, NAYA!!" I lift your hip and make you rotate over my head, throwing you to one side while I let myself fall onto my back, trying to make you crash face first against the canvas in a brutal F5!

jobber_doll: you applied me an F5... since im only 100 lbs, my skinny body elevates quite a lot... im not even able to scream... my body flying like a rag doll... the crowd roars wildly while im in the air... i fall down on the mat, landing in a loud slam... "BLAM!"... that makes my body bounce and slam a second time... "BLAM!"... i lay there totally lifeless... having short spasms...

Sara_León: I get to my feet and walk toward you. I press my boot a little against your head, moving it and making it clear that you're no longer there. I look at the crowd with a smile, and rub my chin. Then I grab you by one wrist and drag you toward the center. I turn you over, and I'm about to lie over you... But I stop. I remain on all fours over your body, looking at you. Your battered face reminds me of all your mockery and taunts from before. You called me a cheater. Sadistic. Bully. Bitch. Whore. I make a sharp gesture with my head, smiling through clenched teeth and fury in my eyes, while my hands close around your black hair and begin pulling it mercilessly, lifting you from the canvas as if you were dead weight, to the astonishment of the crowd, until with one yank I shove your head between my thighs, squeezing your temples between my legs and lifting my chin, resting the palms of my hands on your back, sliding them toward your sides, as if caressing and feeling your torso...

jobber_doll: im totally beaten... my body can't take more punishment... im desplate from my failing... once again, you drag me like im nothing, just a ragdoll you can play with... i slowly come to my senses when you grab me by the hair and hold my beaten face, so your fans and everyone else can see how much i've been crying... you make sure the crowd takes pictures and makes videos... before picking me up, to place my head between your thighs... im almost groggy, barely on my feet... you caress my torso, which makes me shiver, forcing my body to react... "mmmph"...

Sara_León: I stay like that for a few seconds, letting the image sink into the minds of the crowd. Then I raise one arm, extend my thumb and slide it across my throat, clearly showing my intentions. A large part of the crowd roars in agreement, and then I bend over your back. I pass my arms over yours until my hands reach your thighs and grab them firmly. I pull them toward me, curling you into a fetal position and pressing you against my chest, your ponytail hanging toward the canvas, your head exposed... I take a step forward and scream, "MUERE, PERRA!!!", before jumping and dropping myself seated onto the canvas, CRUSHING your skull against it in a devastating package piledriver

jobber_doll: if you weren't keeping my head trapped between your thighs, i would have... fallen down... im drooling, beaten, and exhibited, so nobody has any doubts about your supremacy... you keep me there for a few moments while you prepare another devastating move... im too dizzy to notice what's happening until im upside down... my hair falls down like an omen if what's going to happen... im done... there's nothing i can do... the only thing i hear before crashing the mat with my skull in a vicious pile driver is... "PERRA"... my skinny body falls limb over the mat... i lay there knocked out...

Sara_León: I push your legs to one side, moving you away from me as if you stank, your body totally inert and useless. I leave you lying on your back and crawl until I sit straddling your stomach, panting and drenched in sweat. I place both my hands on your shoulders, pinning them to the canvas in a dominant pin, while I scream at the referee: "Count it!! Let's end this!!" The referee, eager for it to end, throws himself down beside us and slams the canvas a first time: "ONE!!!...." I don't even look at you, I keep my eyes staring into space, mouth open, panting, letting my messy reddish hair fall over one of my shoulders while I only feel your breathing and heartbeat beneath me. "TWO!!...."

Sara_León:

jobber_doll: my little chest going up and down... my head subtly tilt to one side... you make the pin, keeping your hands over my shoulders... it's more like a pose for your fans kind of thing than anything else, since im unconscious and you could have pinned me any other way... the ref comes close to quickly start the count, but the truth is that... there was no rush at all... "THREE!"... the count is made... you won, but you stay over me a few seconds more... just as a final act of dominance...

Sara_León: The bell rings, but I stay in that position for several more seconds. I smile between heavy breaths, pressing my hands onto your sweaty shoulders, crushing you against the canvas, feeling your weak body not only defeated but crushed, broken, and humiliated by me. It had been a long time since I felt like this, since anyone managed to bring out this side of me. And it feels really good. I lower my head over you until I kiss your forehead in gratitude, before getting up and letting the referee raise my hand. I celebrate for a few seconds, but right away I position myself at your side and drag the soles of my boots backward, as if kicking dust over you, before heading to the ropes and slipping through them, leaving you there sprawled out, alone and knocked out, while in the aisle I pass several staff members running out to check your condition

jobber_doll: i remain defeated in the middle of the ring for several minutes... the ref asked for assistance, since i won't be able to leave the ring on my own... after a few minutes, im helped out of the ring, and slowly started walking towards the locker room, trying to avoid eye contact with the crowd... im trying not to think... i will need some time to process all that happened tonight...