NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Princess_Misaki: On the weekend, as a disciplined wrestler on a rare day off, most of my colleagues would sleep until noon or the afternoon, then go out for a few drinks. But for me, today was different—it's hard for a rookie who hasn't even made their debut to convince a veteran to help them with their first performance. Yet Sara, generous and competitive as she is, accepted the challenge. Since then, I've received many match invitations, so I wanted to thank her in person. We agreed to meet at the coffee shop downstairs from the training center. I didn't want the noisy bar environment to affect our conversation. When I arrived, it was still relatively quiet. I ordered a strawberry latte for myself first, then left the menu and told the staff to put everything on my tab. I took out my wallet, which had a shiny photo pendant of a Japanese girl with an impatient expression—that's my sister, the source of trouble... Though I can never quite shake off trouble, I handed my credit card to the server, then casually placed it on the corner of the table, waiting for Sara to arrive.

Sara_León: The defeat was devastating. More than I believed at first. I tried to remind myself that it wasn't a decisive fight, that I did what I could, that the circumstances were adverse. But it wasn't just that. No matter how hard I tried to forget it, the image of Hana stepping between Lauren and me wouldn't leave my head. Suddenly, in less than 3 days, I had become distant from my best friend and had lost my first match in Noir. However, that hug with you in the locker room had truly been something I couldn't explain. That's why I accepted without hesitation when you suggested we go get something to drink. I wanted to get to know you better... Although deep in my soul I knew that all I really wanted was a friendly face with whom I could be myself in the middle of all this chaos. When I enter the café, I see you already sitting there, and I head toward you. Suddenly I realize that our roles have reversed. Before, you were the one timidly coming to me. Now, however... Suddenly and unintentionally, when I sit down across from you I feel incredibly small, and I know it shows in my gaze, much more evasive than usual. "Hi, Misaki..." I finally manage to say

Princess_Misaki: "Oh, you're here. Please take a seat. I don't know your habits, so... please help yourself." I kindly hand you the menu, while quietly wondering whether a power‑type wrestler would choose black coffee or iced Americano as her workout companion. As I watch you quickly scan the menu, I keep rehearsing my words of thanks in my head. This is a formal and sincere speech—unlike my usual jokes or casual chats. I need to put my whole heart into this conversation with you. I sit up straight, fix my eyes on you, and wait for you to finish ordering.

Sara_León: I take the menu and begin looking through it carefully, brushing my hair behind my ear in a gentle motion. I glance at you out of the corner of my eye, watching you sit motionless and with that respectful silence so characteristic of your culture, one I never fully got used to in 2 years. But that I learned to adore. I know you're waiting for me, so as soon as I see it on the menu I order a banana milkshake and set the menu aside to look into your eyes, both hands resting one on top of the other on the table

Princess_Misaki: As soon as I saw you finish browsing, I signaled the waiter to take away the menu. I cleared my throat, sat up straight facing you, stood up, and gave a slight bow. 'Thank you very much, Miss Sara. Thank you for helping me get into the N.E.W so smoothly. I will always remember everything you've done for me.' My eyes remained fixed on your beautiful gaze, then I bowed again without straightening up, waiting for your response. This admiration came truly from the bottom of my heart. I don't care how many people here might see me as a freak; I would only blame myself for being too perfunctory. Just then, the waiter arrived with our drinks, and I stayed bowed in the aisle. The waiter looked at me awkwardly, then at Sara, with a helpless expression as if to say 'those Asians,' and stood there motionless, resigned.

Sara_León: I remain completely petrified for a few seconds. A long time ago I discovered the way Japanese people are, but that display of sincerity, respect and gratitude... I wasn't expecting it. Finally I stand up as well, and return the bow, not being sure if it's the correct way to respond, but unable to avoid it. "I accept your gratitude. And forgive me for my unprofessional attitude after the match. You were a great rival, and I'm sure a great future awaits you in NEW." Then I extend my hands and grab you by the shoulders, pressing my lips together and looking you in the eyes. "You can sit down, it's okay..."

Princess_Misaki: I nodded at you again, sincerely expressing my thanks, and we both returned to our seats. I took the drink the server handed me and took a small sip. "How are you doing, Sara? I hope you got some good sleep after the match. Some things—just let them drift away, right?" I said. "I think you should go out and relax. I know there's a great perfume shop nearby—we could go check it out later. Also, I need to get some new jewelry. Would you come with me? You know I can't always go out wearing elbow pads, wrist guards, knee braces, and shin guards. We wrestlers need earrings, necklaces, watches, bling too, right? Oh my god, seriously, after joining N.E.W., these past few days of training and matches are driving me crazy. I haven't even had time to put on a little lipstick before going out. Oh, by the way, I did put some on today—do you like this shade? I know a store that has a signature color that would be perfect for you..." I shifted from my previous serious tone and started rambling like a machine gun. That's just who I am—direct and genuine with my friends. Honestly, after the match that day, you cried on the shoulder of the opponent who screwed you over. Even though I meant no harm, I felt like you needed someone by your side outside of work.

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: The change in attitude is completely overwhelming for me. So many words in so little time about such different things... I look at you with a certain confusion, losing track of half the things you're saying, and suddenly feeling bad because of it. "Uh... Wow..." I shake my head, closing my eyes, "Okay, sorry, I don't think I'm completely focused... I haven't slept very well, you know?.... I mean yes, I'm better, I think... But I don't know if I want much action in my life right now, to be honest with you."

Princess_Misaki: "Oh, it's so good that you told me you're struggling with sleep right now!" I take your hand, warmly and kindly leading you up the hallway to the second floor. I pull out my phone, and NFC unlocks the door to the room. Inside, there's only a single treatment bed... along with some anatomical charts of movement. "I should have brought you here straight away... This was... prepared for Mayumi, but... never mind, it doesn't matter. Just trust me, okay? Give me half an hour, and you'll sleep wonderfully here." I try to help you lie down on your back, face up. The air conditioning is at a comfortable temperature. I find some fresh warm towels and place them on the back of your neck. "You know, sometimes traditional Chinese medicine is mysterious and magical... There happens to be a rehabilitation therapist like that on my team, and I've learned quite a bit from her. Would you like to enjoy — or test — my skills? It's very effective for insomnia..." I don't want to force you into anything, so I simply let you lie down and rest a little... But if this can help you get a good night's sleep, I believe I'm willing to do anything within my ability.

Sara_León: Your energy completely overwhelms me. You take my hand and force me to follow you, just as the waiter arrives with my banana milkshake in his hand, standing there very confused in front of the empty table. You help me lie down and I simply let you do it. Again I feel that I can trust you.... Although really I just want to be able to trust someone, and let myself go. You don't stop talking, while I maintain a silence that is partly shy, partly the result of how overwhelmed I feel. I remain lying on the treatment bed, and I'm about to tell you yes, but a question unexpectedly escapes my lips: "Who is Mayumi?"

Princess_Misaki: You have no resistance at all, which makes me feel needed. I place a therapy towel on your forehead, apply some essential oil to the back of your neck, and begin gently massaging your temples. Then, I softly and soothingly extend my fingers to the back of your head and your shoulders… I hear your question, pause briefly, but quickly resume my skilled motions. Now that the treatment has started, I lower my voice and lean close to your ear. 'If you feel uncomfortable at any point, let me know. As for Mayumi… she is my younger sister. I booked this whole place for her and even learned sports rehabilitation myself. Unfortunately… she never came once.' My voice is calm, indifferent, with a hint of disappointment, yet I maintain a positive tone… 'It’s okay, Sara. You need to let yourself go blank now… Focus on the rhythm of my fingers massaging your scalp… I promise you’ll have a very beautiful dream.' My voice is low and soothing, accompanied by the kneading of my fingers and the lifting of your stiff neck and shoulder muscles… I want to showcase everything I am capable of, carrying a touch of quiet melancholy.

Sara_León: I feel the towel and the oil begin to relax me immediately. Your skilled hands begin massaging my temples while my body perceptibly starts to loosen up. I nod slightly when you ask me to tell you if I'm uncomfortable. I finally close my eyes, beginning to regulate my breathing while I listen to you talk about your sister. I detect something strange in your tone when you speak about her. And I feel tempted to ask, but it sounds like something really complicated. You ask me to empty my mind, I don't know if it's to avoid the subject or because it's really what you think I need. I end up murmuring softly: "You have magical hands.... Did you learn all this just for her?"

Princess_Misaki: "Yes... oh no... not that... You need this too right now, don't you?" My fingers keep working, quietly moving to your side, lifting your arm, slowly working your shoulder. I can feel that your joints are slightly misaligned from all the long-term falling and pulling... Gently, I follow the direction of your muscles and joints as I move your arm, and then in an instant, I quickly push it back into place. I promise it won't hurt — it's just a bit unexpected. "Oh, hey! Sorry, are you okay now? I might have startled you, but I promise your clothesline will be even stronger than before..." I don't want to avoid your question, but the truth is, I don't know where to start... "Mayumi is a fighting genius, really... When she was six years old, she could already throw me around on the judo mats, and I was nine at the time... Now... who knows where she's off fooling around..." My tone is calm, but my voice grows lower and lower.

Sara_León: Your hands scan my body in ways I can’t quite understand, but when you suddenly stretch my arm out I open my eyes abruptly and let out an exclamation, more from surprise than pain. I nod gratefully, feeling a certain relief, and close my eyes again while you keep talking. I try to speak in a conciliatory tone: “Ah, I see... the wayward sister... Well, I really am very sorry for you... All that’s left is to pray that she reappears someday asking for something other than money, right?” I pause, thinking that maybe I’m stirring up things you don’t want to talk about, and I tense up a little. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to reopen wounds. She’s your sister and your life, forget it...”

Princess_Misaki: My movements paused noticeably longer this time, but as if trying to make peace with myself, I let out a long sigh. I continued with my work and began massaging your battered spine. 'You're right, Sara. I wish I had a sister like you. Unfortunately, it's my fault—I spoiled her... Yes, she always thinks that doing whatever it takes to take from others is a necessary sacrifice on her path to success. It's just that I've been the one sacrificed. Why else would I have gone from being an idol actress to the canvas? ... Since she's here, I'm destined to be responsible for her. Even though I've spent countless amounts of money, what if one day I don't have a contract anymore...' I didn't continue, shaking my head. 'I should stay focused too, sorry.' I smoothed out your spine repeatedly, lowering my head and immersing myself in the work.

Sara_León: I frown as I learn more details of your story. I try to speak cautiously: “Misaki... Without any intention of getting into your life... But I think you should at least question some things. First, to what extent what’s happening to your sister is actually your fault. Sometimes we confuse being partially responsible with being completely guilty, and we carry burdens that don’t belong to us...” I make a small pause, and add, trying to lighten the tone, and refusing to talk about the money even though I’m dying to tell you that what you’re doing is crazy: “Anyway, although I’m sure you were an amazing actress, the world of wrestling came out ahead with you in it, believe me.”

Princess_Misaki: “Alright, alright, Sara, thank you for the reminder. If you'd rather tell me some gossip about N.E.W., I think I'd be much more interested." I was clearly starting to suppress my impatience, but I have to admit that what you said was absolutely correct—it's a fact I've never been willing to acknowledge. Even back when I faced Mayumi in a high school match, and she didn't release me in time after I tapped, leaving me in a wheelchair for a month, I just thought she needed to read the rules more carefully. But now, here in this room that was once prepared for her, hearing someone's assessment of her—and even of me—I still find it a bit hard to take. "Alright, if you're willing, how about you turn over? Let me take a look at your lower back." I patted your quadriceps, signaling for you to flip yourself over.

Sara_León: I swallow when you answer, thinking it would be better not to talk any more about your sister, at least for now. I obediently turn over, ending up face down and taking the towel off my forehead, letting your hands keep working their magic. “Any gossip about NEW?... Well, I’m not exactly the kind of girl who likes finding out about other people’s lives. Besides, I try to avoid drama whenever I can...” I lower my voice a lot as I say this, noticing how the reality of my situation hits me again. And I really don’t understand why it affects me so much. “Yeah... Whenever I can....”

Princess_Misaki: "Don't be like this. I'm not trying to get back at you. I won't mention Hana—she's a good girl, and so are you. Just forget about her, okay? You two will have new beginnings and new intersections. Maybe you'll become better in the future. There's nothing to regret about this..." Some things were becoming clearer to me, but there was no need to say much more. If I hadn't sensed the change in your emotions, I would have let this matter stay buried forever. But when I noticed you were about to sink back into that place again, I couldn't help but mention that name—the most important person in your life, even now. Realizing I had said too much, I quickly stopped and began to relax the soles of your feet and calves, starting from your ankles.

Sara_León: “Forget about her??” My tone turns aggressive for a moment, although I try to relax... “Hey, I really appreciate your intentions, but you know little to nothing about what Hana and I have been through together... And even less about why I feel this way. I’m not going to forget Hana right when I know she might need me at any moment. Right now I feel as if I’m watching my best friend drown and my hands are tied, you know? I’m not angry at her. I’m worried, sad, furious, and...” And the hard truth falls onto my head. It’s not just Hana. It’s not even Lauren. “And... suddenly I feel alone... I feel like I can’t trust anyone... That I always try to do what’s best for everyone and everything goes wrong for me, and everyone turns their back on me...”

Princess_Misaki: "Hey hey hey, alright, alright, I get it, Sara. Just relax, okay? Otherwise, these two hours we're spending here will be completely useless." I felt your previously calm calves begin to twitch involuntarily, and the muscles in the soles of your feet started tensing up against my relaxation efforts. I realized I couldn't meddle anymore. You need your own pace to process certain things. "Don't start talking about betrayal just yet, Sara. If, after everything, you still feel like you can't trust me? That would break my heart. We've talked way too much about the ring today. Oh, right! I almost forgot—I think I have some good news to tell you."

Sara_León: You cut me off in the middle of the sentence, forcing me to fall silent. I close my eyes when you ask me to relax. I know you’re right, and I truly appreciate that you’re trying to put a stop to this the healthy way. I begin regulating my breathing again, trying to redirect my thoughts. I don’t want to contradict you, but I really still don’t trust you. Or anyone, actually. I know my perception of reality is distorted, and that’s why I’ve blindly thrown myself into your arms, forcing myself to trust the first person my instincts point me toward. But that would obviously offend you, or make you feel bad, so there’s no point in clarifying it. “What good news?”

Princess_Misaki: "I got a call from the N.E.W. event operations center this morning, and guess what—they’ve invited me to compete in this year's tour circuit! That means I have a chance to go all the way and win the championship belt this year! I never thought I’d get an opportunity like this after just one fight." I vividly described my excitement, even stopping my work, walking over to you, and crouching down face-to-face to share my joy. "You know what, Sara? If I win that belt… I won’t be a rookie anymore. I’ll have more opportunities, more business deals, and I can use the money to find the best trainer for Mayumi…"

Sara_León: “What??” My voice shows total disbelief, and a part of me suddenly darkens with pure envy. Why would they give you the opportunity to participate in the championship for the title, while I... I stop for a moment. I know I’ve been getting calls since last night and I haven’t answered any of them. “Wait, can you hand me my phone?” I sit up a little for comfort, reaching for my phone and checking my email. My eyes open incredibly wide. “Oh... Oh my God...” I stay there with my mouth hanging open, unable to articulate a single word, until I finally murmur: “They invited me too... The vacant N.E.W. title...”

Princess_Misaki: When I shared it with you as a joy, I couldn't hear any tone in your voice that suggested you were happy for me—only confusion and doubt, as if I didn't deserve that opportunity. I felt a bit displeased, but seeing that you were troubled by some things, I swallowed my dissatisfaction. When you stood up and asked for your phone, I tossed it onto your bed instead of handing it directly to you. I don't know what kind of stimulation or surprise your social interactions will bring you next. Slowly, your mouth formed an 'O,' and your eyes grew brighter. 'They invited me too... The vacant N.E.W. title...' I heard your murmur word for word. 'Really? I'm so happy for you! This way, you'll have the chance...' My voice gradually trailed off as I suddenly realized a terrible truth. When I was a rookie, I would have absolutely celebrated for you becoming a title contender. But now, I am also among the candidates. That means there's a chance we'll become competitors, tearing each other apart in that ring... '...a chance to realize your dream of the title.' I gritted my teeth and finished my congratulations. My heart was very conflicted. You hadn't offered me any congratulations for the same news, yet I had to say things that went against my true feelings just to maintain appearances. I walked to the window, opened it a crack, and let the air fill my lungs. I might need more oxygen to return to that sincere, kind, and sunny version of MISAKI. I took out a pack of women's cigarettes from my pocket, placed one between my lips. Several times I tried to light it but failed. In just two hours, we had exchanged so much information. Now, on one hand, I am genuinely happy for you—you have the chance to reach your next milestone. But... how I also wish that, in the end, the title belt would be slung over my shoulder.

Sara_León: I’m a hypocrite, and I realize it the very instant you congratulate me. A few seconds ago, I couldn’t conceive the injustice of you having the opportunity and not me. Now, suddenly... I feel like the news doesn’t fill me with the happiness I would have expected. Yes, I’d been chasing the title almost since I arrived at NEW, and at last a good opportunity had presented itself to me. But two new emotions crush that illusion. The first is realizing that no title in the world will silence the sadness consuming me. The second... that I don’t even know if I deserve it, or if I’ll be capable of it. You may be new, but you’ve already defeated me once, and I don’t know if I’m ready for you to defeat me a second time in a championship match, in front of everyone. I notice in your tone of voice how you go from genuine joy to a coldly polite congratulations, and I raise my gaze only to see you heading toward the window. God, I’m selfish. Only thinking about myself, after you’ve been making a constant effort to make sure I’m okay, to cheer me up and give me peace. I stand up and walk toward you, watching you repeatedly press the lighter without success. I gently take it from your hands, removing it from you and carefully lighting it, bringing it close to your cigarette while I observe your face. “Hey... congratulations to you too, seriously. I already told you your debut was incredible, it’s a good decision on NEW’s part. You’re their new babyface, foreign, dominant, and a little eccentric. You’ll be a good champion if you manage to win it...”

Princess_Misaki: Seeing you relight the lighter, I lowered my head and brought the tip of my cigarette close to the flame. The tobacco instantly rushed toward my mouth like the ghost of a roaring beast, burning fast. In the firelight, my face took on a hint more coldness and cruelty. 'Thanks,' I said, steadying my wrist to show gratitude, then looked up to meet your eyes. Squinting, I exhaled the smoke. 'What's on your mind, Sara? Give me your real thoughts.' I hadn't touched tobacco in a long time, because I felt it never did anything to help my mood. Today is the perfect example—I didn't gain an ounce of happiness from it. Even your words to me felt like empty flattery, after what I just overheard. 'I don't trust anyone.' Then why did I bring you here? Do I really need a second Mayumi? A paranoid, almost selfish sense of distortion enveloped me. The sunset outside was beautiful, but at this moment, the golden, deep-yellow afterglow could only kiss half of my face—the other half hid in the shadow of the dim room. I sized up the Spanish girl before me, took another deep drag, held the cigarette between my fingers, and blew out the smoke again. 'What do you think our chances are of facing each other in the tournament?' My voice was cold and direct. I'm not on guard with you, but that doesn't mean I have no desires of my own. I turned my head to look out the window, hoping that when our eyes weren't meeting, some things might be easier to say.

Sara_León: Your gratitude feels completely icy, and when you ask me to reveal my thoughts, a knot forms in my throat. I can’t lie to you. I don’t want to lie to you, although I wouldn’t even know how. But the terrible possibility of being nothing more than a disappointment to you suffocates me. Why do I insist on pushing away everyone in my life who cares about me? My eyes don’t leave your face, now dramatically illuminated, while the cigarette smoke and your suddenly cold expression give you a grim aura, so far removed from the sweet Japanese girl who had bowed to me earlier in the cafeteria. And suddenly I feel afraid. Your gaze pierces through me like a dagger while you ask me another question, one much easier to answer. At last you look away and I sigh unintentionally, also turning my gaze outside and resting my hands on the windowsill. “It’s hard to know... They haven’t published the number of participants, or the type of tournament. Almost any woman on the roster could be involved, we don’t know in what order....” I pause, pressing my lips together and tilting my head slightly. “Even so... I’m not going to lie to you, I think the probability of us facing each other is relatively high...” As I say the last sentence my voice cracks a little, suddenly feeling your arm tightening around my throat in that dragon sleeper, your voice shouting your name and asking me if I give up with that strong Japanese accent, my skin covered in goosebumps and my body trembling with spasms. A shiver visibly runs through me, making me flinch slightly and pull my hands away from the sill, crossing my arms beside you without stopping looking through the window

Princess_Misaki: “If that’s the case, then I suggest you be strong enough this time—because not everyone is like me.” I paused for a moment after saying this. “Or rather, not everyone cares so much.” I pulled out my cigarettes again. The nicotine from just now couldn’t numb my twisted nerves. I put the cigarette in my mouth and turned my head to look at you. “You want that title too, don’t you? You don’t have to hide it. No one comes here to play house. Even if you’re tough in the ring—sometimes even rude—you’re still a part of N.E.W. I respect your will to reach the top, and I hope you can respect mine.” I stepped forward, pressing my nose close to yours, my eyes dropping low then rising again. “Next time we step into the ring, if you end up being the one who gets messed up, I want you to know that I’ve already become stronger than you. And if, unfortunately, that person is me…” My throat made a few gurgling sounds. “You know what you should do to me…” With the cigarette dangling from my mouth, I walked around you and stopped at the door. “By the way, there’s a key to this room in the cabinet. If you need more recovery time, you can come anytime. The coffee downstairs is free… I bought this little place, so I have to be even more focused on the canvas—because a lot of people are counting on me. Good luck…” With that, I opened the door and headed downstairs. When I reached the first floor, I glanced back up at the second floor. Pretending to check the weather, I didn’t focus my eyes on your spot. Then I got into my car and drove away.

Sara_León: Your words imply something uncomfortable to me. You really think I’m weak. That I depend on you. In truth it makes sense—my reaction to defeat has been utterly pathetic, and it’s normal for you to think I’m seeking your approval, your understanding, and your care after all. But it irritates me. The fact that you offered me your hand and I took it doesn’t mean I need you, much less that I’m willing to tolerate condescension. You pull out another cigarette, and I can hear the tension in your voice, and I try to remind myself that you also carry your own problems, and that you’re really only trying to be sincere with me. However, when you ask me if I want the title, the conflict returns to my mind. You assume I do, even though the answer is complex. I, irritated but also intimidated by you, just keep looking at you with my arms crossed, with a neutral expression, hoping you won’t give me the opportunity to speak. You threaten me again, as you do so well, and I can’t hide the fear in my gaze, but fortunately you head toward the door. I don’t follow you with my eyes, I stay in the same position, staring through the window and closing my eyes with a sigh. You do me one last favor, allowing me to stay there, though not without reminding me that... you’re doing me a favor. I quickly perceive the savior complex that is beginning to form in you, and I turn my head toward the door, but you’ve already gone. I sit down in a chair and bring my hands to my head, pressing my temples, not knowing whether I’m better or worse than when I entered this room. My thoughts are a mess. I stand up again and lean toward the window, only to see you getting into the car and driving away. I bring a hand to my eyes, pressing them up to the bridge of my nose and murmuring, “Damn it...” before deciding to leave that place as well, searching for a little solitude

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Sara_León: Two days have passed. I'm backstage at Noir, wearing my wrestling gear, after having made a small, unimportant appearance in tonight's show. A little while ago, a staff member approached me to explain the tournament procedure. 4 participants. Jessie vs Misaki, and Rachel against me, and the winners will face each other in a title match. He specifies the dates, the tournament conditions, and other minor details. He asks if I agree and has me sign a paper, then leaves. I sit down on a bench against the wall and lean back against it while stretching my bent legs over the bench, thoughtful. The chances of facing you have increased enormously, but at least it won't be in the first match. I'll be able to focus on trying to defeat Rachel first, and then I'll see how I handle the rest...

Princess_Misaki: I slammed the door open, holding the match document I had just received. I was also wearing my wrestling gear. I didn't have any match tonight, but ever since we parted that day, I had been spending almost every night training in the ring—just like the second time we met. Strangely enough, it was as if the draw results knew what we were going to do. We were placed in two different groups, and both of our first-round opponents had less-than-impressive records. That meant, tactically speaking, we should probably be preparing to face each other. 'Looks like there's no better option,' I said, tossing the document onto the bench beside you. I placed one foot on the bench and leaned toward you. 'If everything goes smoothly, we'll have to get ready for a second confrontation. Are you feeling disappointed right now? The chance of you getting around me to face Jessie instead—it doesn't seem very likely.'

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: I flinch when you enter the room, waving the document in your hand and throwing it beside me, talking like a locomotive and leaning over me. However, your words are significantly more aggressive than I expected. I receive them with a frown and pull one leg up against my chest, trying to stay calm and speaking in a very soft tone: "Well, first of all, Jessie and Rachel are both good wrestlers, and I think it's foolish to underestimate them. You were also a rookie at the beginning of the week, and look at you now..." I make a very tense pause before adding, my voice trembling slightly. "And why exactly would I be feeling disappointed??"

Princess_Misaki: I didn't expect you to respond to my words like that, either. I felt that you were mocking and ridiculing me. 'What did you say...?' Maybe because you had hit on something vulnerable in my heart, I was instantly provoked into a furious rage. I immediately grabbed your neck with one hand and forcefully pressed you back against the wall. Just then, someone happened to push the door open. To preserve the last shred of dignity, I pretended to straighten your collar, repeatedly rubbing my palm back and forth across your chest. You didn't say much. I thought you were scared, but actually you kept staring at me, seemingly with confusion and anger, yet your composure allowed you to remain calm in that situation. Only after those people walked out did I grab you by the collar. 'Tell me, why were you disappointed... huh? You're afraid of me, aren't you, Sara? You're afraid of me, this rookie. You wanted to use someone else's hands to kick me out of the candidate list, so that you could naturally become the owner of this title.' Having lost some of my sanity tonight, I growled at you.

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: Your initial question throws me off, especially because of your tone, but when you suddenly grab me by the neck and lift me up until you slam me against the wall, my eyes open extremely wide, feeling the impact vibrate through my back while I bring both hands to your wrists with an expression of complete confusion and some panic. Seeing someone walk in, you begin to cover it up, and I stay very still looking at you, lowering my hands to my sides. My head is spinning, I can't understand what the hell is wrong with you, but I don't want to make a scene in front of anyone, so I wait until we're alone, a few seconds that feel eternal to me, while you pretend by rubbing my chest. When they finally leave, I try to speak again: "Hey, what the he-?" You suddenly interrupt me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and speaking to me furiously. Every word makes less sense to me than the last, but I feel your hands pressing me against the wall and I truly feel vulnerable. I raise the palms of my hands as a sign of peace and harmlessness, answering you as calmly as I can: "I promise you... Swear on whatever matters most to you... that I don't understand a single word of what you're saying. I've never had nor wanted to have anything to do with the tournament organization. And I didn't even ask to participate in it, the title is not my priority, and you better than anyone else in the locker room should know that."

Princess_Misaki: 'Oh? So now you think I should know about this? Then tell me, what's going on with this list? Only four people are competing, and of all people, it just had to be you and me. And Rachel and Jessie perfectly end up as our respective opponents in the two different groups. What exactly do you want? Do you want a veteran to crush me in the first round? Or have you carefully hidden something, planning to pull it off in the final in front of all those people, just to take me down and complete your perfect revenge, then walk away with your title? You're way too clever. Let me tell you—I can beat you once, and I can do it a second time. Stop scheming behind my back.' I have no idea how I managed to spit out so many nonsensical things all at once. If you asked me to read my own words the next morning, I'd definitely be confused and find myself ridiculous. But right now, jealousy, a sense of grievance, and the desperate craving for fame have turned me into a mad bull, charging at anything that seems to provoke me. 'You're raising your hands? Does that mean you're afraid of me? Are you about to surrender? Then all your careful planning would be for nothing, wouldn't it?'

Sara_León: I repeatedly shake my head with my mouth open, trying to interrupt you, but you don't seem to even hear me. I begin to wonder at what point I made you think I could want to hurt you on purpose, or even deceive you. What part of this verbal (and slightly physical) attack is tied to my inability to treat well the people who start to matter to me. And your last words make me lower my hands instinctively... But toward your wrists, applying force to them to try to make you let me go, while my gaze hardens and I begin squeezing your forearms tightly, speaking through clenched teeth. "Listen to me carefully, Misaki. I haven't planned anything. I don't want revenge against you. I don't want to deceive you. And I don't want the title if it's going to turn us against each other. So I'm telling you here and now. If you're really that desperate to get it, and it depends on me, I'll give it up. But stop acting like a lunatic and get your feet back on the ground."

Princess_Misaki: ‘You call me a lunatic? Do you think a lunatic could give you everything I’ve given you? Is that how you’ve always seen me? Don’t you dare give up—otherwise the headlines the next day will be flooded with news saying I forced you to do it. No, no, no, I’m not falling for that again this time.’ I gave a meaningful smile, took my palm off your chest, and stood up. ‘We have a really good way to solve all of this.’ My voice returned to a calm tone—but this time not just calm: cold, indifferent. ‘You take care of Rachel. I’ll handle Jessie. In the final, I’ll find the answer to the problem myself, with my own hands. I’ll see what exactly you want. But this time, no matter what it is you want, I suggest you fight like hell for it—because the one standing in your way will be me.’ I gritted my teeth and finished my declaration, looking down at you. Just a few days ago, we were hugging each other here for comfort, drinking coffee at the café. I sincerely expressed my deep gratitude to you—you trusted me so completely that you even let me help you with your sports rehabilitation. But today, I’m here as if formatting all of that away. The beautiful images on my hard drive have been hidden, replaced by negative feelings toward you and the intention to make you scream in the ring.

Sara_León: I don't know about lunatic, but paranoid is definitely the word that crosses my mind when you answer me. Although I don't know if my choice of words was appropriate anyway. You tell me this has to be resolved, but I genuinely don't know what the hell you want to resolve. An imaginary problem in your head. You've turned me into your number one enemy without asking my permission, without giving me the option to walk away. And I wonder what will happen if Rachel defeats me. How you'll demand explanations from me, as if I were going to lose on purpose. Or whether you'd end up blaming me if Jessie defeats you. Or what you really plan to do to me if we reach the final. I never wanted any of this. I only accepted a kind hand during a moment of crisis. I shrink imperceptibly against the wall, looking at you standing beside me and bringing one hand to my chest, my gaze wide with pure confusion. "I... I don't understand you... What have I done?"

Princess_Misaki: 'Maybe only God knows what you've done. Maybe you're right and I'm wrong, but that doesn't matter. I feel awful right now. I should have been happy and excited for the tournament. I don't know what's wrong with me, what's wrong with you. There's so much we can't say to each other, isn't there? So be it—let's say it on the canvas.' I replied coldly and turned to leave. I hadn't taken many steps before I stopped. 'Listen, Sara. I don't know what's wrong with me, and I don't know what's wrong with you either. People in this world are just like computers—some get shut down every day, some get rebooted. Maybe I need a psychiatrist more than you do, but I've made it this way all these years. I don't know if this match will let us... go back to how we were when we first met. I don't care about the outcome. What I care about is how you treat me and the attitude you show me... If we really have to keep wearing ourselves out like this every day, maybe I'll think about requesting a trade to another group. But for now... let's focus on the match. Good luck.' I tore off my wristband, threw it on the ground, let out a long sigh, and walked out of the locker room.

Sara_León: So in the end, that really was it. The way I treat you and the attitude I show you. Once again, the fault is mine. But why not simply ignore me? Why even come threaten me? Why insist on resolving this supposed conflict in a match? What is so special about me that my sometimes cold or distrustful treatment has provoked in you such fury, so personally and intimately directed at me? Suddenly, I feel a strong pressure in my chest. I haven't heard anything from Hana since the match with Lauren, and you had been an oasis in my desert, but suddenly I no longer feel just alone... but cornered, threatened, intimidated. I can feel it in your gaze, in the movement of your body. You want to subdue me again in the ring, you're longing for it with all your strength. I rub my throat while I feel myself beginning to run out of breath, until eventually you leave and I'm left alone, with an overwhelming urge to cry but unable to do it. I climb down from the bench and crouch on the floor, picking up your blue wristband and looking at it in my hands, on my knees. I shut my eyes tightly and clench my fist, your wristband inside it, pressing it against my chest as if that were all I have left of the Japanese rookie I met a few days ago

Princess_Misaki: I rushed out of the venue, wearing only a pair of shoes that wouldn’t affect my driving. I didn’t even change out of my idol costume, so some of my newly acquired fans still thought I was playing out some cool storyline in character. “Hello Misaki, you beat Sara so well!” Hearing words like that, my heart felt as if it were being violently squeezed. But since I was still in this outfit, I had to keep up my style. “Thank you, darling. I didn’t mean to hurt her. We’re both just people striving to be better…” I quickly signed all the photos, got into the car, and sped away. Somehow, against my better judgment, I drove to the opposite side of the coffee shop where we used to meet. I slammed on the brakes and stopped right there. “Why did I come here?” I muttered to myself, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. My craving for tobacco has been growing day by day—I have no idea what’s wrong with me. Sara is probably crying. She would. She’s the kind of person who blames herself even when someone else makes a mistake… She might even sacrifice her own career night for Hana’s comeback plan… She… oh God! Thinking of this, a terrifying thought crossed my mind, one I didn’t want to believe. Maybe I’ve misjudged her about something. It all started when I thought she was trying to stop me from winning the belt. But… what if she never really thought that way? I don’t dare to go on. My actions have already pushed things to this point. Hugging my shoulders, I curled up in the driver’s seat, not knowing what I should hope for now. Right or wrong, Sara is either a complete liar, or I—this madwoman—have utterly destroyed a good girl. I sank deep into self-judgment. Cigarette ashes fell all over me, but I didn’t notice—until the faint ember burned my lip. “Shit! Damn it!” The curse that slipped out made me realize how much I’ve changed recently—crazy changes.

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Sara_León: The next morning, I head to the café. I sit in the same place where I sat when you wanted to meet with me. I order a banana milkshake, and take your blue wristband out of my pocket while I wait for the waiter. I spread the wristband out on the table and smooth it with the palm of my hand, staring at it. I look out the window and tie my hair into a ponytail, thinking that I'm an emotional masochist. I like things with meaning, and somehow I feel that being here and remembering you bowing to me helps me put the situation into perspective, to relive that first feeling of relief and warmth. When the milkshake arrives, I begin drinking it distractedly, with no intention of counting the time I spend in silence, just looking out the window and remembering, and organizing my thoughts in solitude

Princess_Misaki: I spent the entire night trapped in the double chains of self-justification and self-condemnation. On one hand, I was terrified that I really was a fool who had been played; on the other hand, I strongly believed that I was a madwoman, a sensitive and fragile coward who had forcibly projected my own pursuit of fame and fear of failure onto someone who had genuinely hoped to understand me. So I stayed in the car all night. Early in the morning, I decided to freshen up right there in the shop, because otherwise I was just too haggard. Even the staff were startled when they saw their new boss—my wrestling outfit, bloodshot eyes, messy hair. Maybe they thought I'd been wrestling with Satan last night. I wasn't in the mood to ask them about business. I walked into the office, and just as I was about to take a shower and rest a little, I heard "Milkshake." Who would come to drink a milkshake so early in the morning? And... why did it have to be a milkshake of all things? I poked my head out of the inner room almost longingly, and then froze in embarrassment. You still had that look—worried, thoughtful, but still a cool girl, strikingly heroic. I slowly shuffled toward your seat... very awkwardly. Hundreds of repeated torments would only earn me one small step forward. Like a wicked, deflated ball that had just come out of a battle, I inched my way next to you. Your refined, fresh aura formed a sharp contrast with mine. But there was one thing we had in common: we had both endured a very painful night. "He... hello, oh no, good morning... Sara, c... can I sit here?"

Sara_León: I flinch the moment I see you, suddenly tensing up, almost making a motion to stand up. I freeze when you ask me, and my gaze drips with distrust, but your appearance and your voice make me think that maybe I'm not the worse off of the two after all. I nod my head, staring at you fixedly, while I shift in my seat, my hands closing around the milkshake as if I wanted to make it explode, while I speak with a mixture of calm and a lot of tension. "You look horrible..."

Princess_Misaki: "Ah, yes... yes... no... I slept well, not bad, it's just... I like my clothes and I... just put in eye drops, yes..." I made these ridiculous excuses, trying to make myself look less awkward. I turned my head toward the counter. "Hello, dear, one strawberry latte, no need to put it on the tab... That young lady already has a drink, so no need—we've already made enough money off her..." I cracked a bland joke, just stalling for time. But I still had to turn back and face you. "Sara, yesterday I... yesterday..." I could barely get out a complete sentence about what I'd done. "I am so sorry that I attacked you yesterday with selfish thoughts and means. I know you were very upset. I was utterly unreasonable last night, a total mess. Whatever I did, before I cause any more harm to the people around me, please forgive me." I closed my eyes and rushed through my words almost frantically. I apologized sincerely, but I could hardly believe that you would accept it the way you did in our previous meetings. I clenched my fists and bowed my head to you in apology. I didn't look up because I still didn't know your attitude. No matter what you think, I was like an impulsive brute last night, a savage gladiator.

Sara_León: I'm suddenly overwhelmed by a terrible urge to vomit, while I grow slightly pale, staring at you fixedly. On one hand, I want to say something cruel to you, to give back the feeling of helplessness you made me feel yesterday, and leave without letting you speak. On the other, I want to stand up and hug you, and make you feel loved and forgiven for your mistakes. But above all else, I want to understand which Misaki is the real one. I don't want to go through what happened yesterday again. I don't want to trust you again only for you to betray me. I don't want to disappoint you either. You're putting me between a rock and a hard place. I don't know you well enough to know how to act so that neither of us comes out of this even more hurt, so I just speak from the first thing that comes out of my heart: "Misaki, I... I never wanted to make you feel bad, or treat you badly, or take advantage of you, or ruin your aspirations. I want you to understand that... Please..."

Princess_Misaki: "Oh..." Although your words were hardly any different from yesterday, I felt that today I truly understood those words and could take them in properly. I fell into deep self-reproach. I had no idea what the hell I had done to make Sara speak so bluntly and say so much today. I could remember using words to mock you, accuse you, and even try to attack you. Thinking of this, I once again sank into despair and awkwardness. The young lady at the café was carrying over a latte. I grabbed it from the tray and was about to down it in one gulp, but the milk inside was still as hot as magma. "Oh... damn..." I dropped the cup and watched the glass shatter on the floor. The sound of it breaking startled all three of us on the scene. I stumbled toward the counter to find water to rinse my mouth and soothe the pain from the burn. Maybe God was punishing me for talking too much and decided to shut me up starting today. After drinking a few glasses of water to cool down my mouth, I habitually reached for a cigarette from the counter and tried to put it into my mouth.

Sara_León: I see your eyes moving rapidly. I see the sorrow and the discomfort, and the desperation in them. I don't know what to say. When the latte arrives and it falls to the floor, I jump, suddenly getting to my feet unintentionally and letting out a small scream. I get the feeling your hands are trembling, all your movements are erratic. You drink water while I watch you. I finish my milkshake in one gulp, and I crouch down to help the young woman from the café clean up a little, but immediately I head toward you, just before you bring the cigarette to your mouth. I grab your wrist firmly with one hand and stop you, taking the cigarette from you with the other and leaving it on the counter, suddenly taking control of the situation. “Leave that there,” I order you authoritatively, with firmness and determination, while I pull your wrist toward me, forcing you to follow me. “Come with me.” I head to the room you took me to on the first day, and I force you inside almost with a shove

Princess_Misaki: Hey! You..." I was about to lose it, demanding to know why the girl had no sense of timing to provoke her already furious boss, but then I saw Sara rushing over with a serious look. She grabbed my wrist, so tightly that I could hardly break free. She commanded me in a tone that brooked no question—no, she forced me. Never before had I recalled being forced like this and felt so happy. I was physically weak from lack of sleep, so you didn't have to use much effort to pull me down that familiar road. Strange feelings began to stir in my heart again. That room seemed to carry some kind of curse—every story started there with happy expectations, but all ended in gray conclusions. Mayumi was like that. And Sara from the other day was, too... At least for now, you're in an even worse state than when you first came.

Sara_León: I close the door behind me, locking myself in with you, and lean against it, not knowing why I'm taking responsibility for you. Maybe I should have just left the café immediately. But I feel like you need help. "What the hell is wrong with you???" I ask you, unable to stop myself. "You're still wearing your wrestling gear, you haven't slept. You haven't even showered. Why don't you clean yourself up a little, get some rest, and then we talk? But for the love of God, enough already." My voice trembles slightly at the end while I look at you with extreme harshness

Princess_Misaki: You're absolutely right — I'm in a terrible state right now. I can't even be sure whether what comes out of my mouth in this condition is another bout of madness or just the delirious rambling of sleep deprivation. I rubbed my eyes, almost afraid to meet your gaze. 'Sara, I... if you don't mind, could you give me ten minutes? Let me clean myself up and become a proper human being, and then we... we can talk... Please, just ten minutes. Don't leave. Wait here for me, okay?' As if afraid you might refuse, I hurried toward the door to go downstairs to the bathroom. When I passed by you, I even carefully stepped around you, terrified that my sloppiness and chaos would cause you any more distress. I rushed downstairs to tidy myself up, worried that at any moment Sara might slip away as quietly as time itself.

Sara_León: I close my eyes and sigh, not reacting for a second before opening them again and nodding at you, stepping away from the door and letting you pass by me. Once you leave, I remain alone for two minutes, standing there without knowing what to do, until I finally decide to go downstairs to see if the young woman from the café has finished cleaning up the earlier mess. Everything already seems under control, and I only give her a small tip for the trouble and apologize for the scene. Then I grab your cigarette, the one I left earlier on the counter, and slip it into my pocket. I head back upstairs and return to the room, walking over to the window and grabbing a lighter, leaning out and lighting the cigarette with trembling hands. I take a first drag and start coughing, almost choking. I look at the cigarette in my hand and mutter out loud, “I don’t know how anyone can like this shit...” before taking a second drag

Princess_Misaki: I quickly tidied myself up downstairs, changed into the everyday clothes I keep here, and didn't even have time to dry my hair. When I came out from downstairs, I ran back upstairs as fast as I could. The thudding of my footsteps made the whole floorboard creak and groan. When I was not far from the door, I heard violent coughing. I was both confused and worried. Then I opened the door and saw you looking disheveled yet kind of cute. I really couldn't help but want to laugh, but thinking about certain things, I couldn't let myself feel too at ease under these circumstances. "Hey, Sara, come on... if you really don't like it..." I locked the door behind me and stepped forward, trying to take the cigarette butt from your lips.

Sara_León: I let you take the cigarette from my lips while I start coughing again, and I turn around, leaning against the windowsill. I look you up and down, and nod my head. “This is something else... Although I really think you need to sleep. I’m not your mother and I’m not going to force you, do whatever you want, but I really don’t know if I want to have a conversation with you before you’ve rested.”

Princess_Misaki: I thought that little incident just now would ease things between us quite a bit, but I was being too optimistic. I saw the Sara from our first meeting again—cold, shocked, sharp-minded, almost untouchable. Your words felt like a bucket of cold water poured over me, but I still want to try. I feel like I'm okay right now, and I need to make some decisions while I'm slightly clear-headed. "I'm sorry about what I said yesterday, Sara. I know what that belt means to you, but I overlooked my own place in your heart. Maybe after this, you'll realize you thought too highly of me before. I get angry, I feel wronged, I get jealous, and I can even become extremely aggressive and sadistic when I lose control. I never intended to hurt you on purpose. Please don't abandon me here, Sara." I tried to step forward and hold your arms. "When I came here, I had nothing. I had just met a friend worth my effort, and fate tried to take that away from me. I promise I'll learn to control myself. I can even ask my psychologist for medication to help. But please, don't give up on me. I need you. I'm afraid... of losing you. All my provocations yesterday were just trying to make you take me more seriously, but I didn't expect to hurt you so badly. For God's sake, can you just forget the Misaki from yesterday?" I lowered my head—not out of politeness, but out of shame and sadness. So many people have come and gone in my life without even leaving a name, but in just one week, you've taken up so much of my space. I'm really afraid that we'll just become strangers who used to know each other.

Sara_León: I instinctively step back a little when you grab my arms, showing clear distrust, but I listen to you attentively. Suddenly, I feel a sea of confusion in my head. I try to rationalize it, to realize that you’ve already shown me that you’re unpredictable, and that you could hurt me again if I choose to trust you once more. However, I can’t do it, my heart won’t let me. In large part, I feel that you truly need me to forgive you and not pull away from you... Although there is also a part of fear. The Japanese girl crying in search of forgiveness in front of me now is also the one who will try to make me surrender on the mat. And I don’t want to anger her or turn her against me. Even so, my primal instinct prevails, and my gaze fills with tenderness. I try to forget everything and focus on the fact that in front of me there is only someone who truly needs a hug. So, without saying absolutely anything, I extend my arms toward you and warmly wrap them around you, pressing you against my chest and forcing your head to rest on my shoulder

Princess_Misaki: You instinctively stepped back, and my heart instantly sank into disappointment. Just as I was struggling over whether to keep seeking forgiveness or silently walk away and become someone who stays in the shadows, you suddenly pulled me close. In your eyes flickered that familiar gentleness and care — even though your strength was still evident, what I felt was a warm need and companionship. You pressed my head against your shoulder. I could no longer hold back the self‑torture I had been struggling with in the darkness these past days. 'I've wanted this for so long, Sara.' Half reproachfully, half like a spoiled child, I punched your shoulder and arm. No one knows how long it has been since I last let myself cry like this, without reservation. Warm tears kept streaming down my face. I could feel your heart beating warmly, passionately — almost melting my dying heart. Thank you, Sara. Honestly, I never imagined today would turn out like this.' I held you even tighter, as if I might lose you the next second.

Sara_León: I feel how you cling to me like a treasure, unwilling to let me slip away. You begin to stroke my back and my head, holding me tightly against you and giving me space to cry. My mind is still a hell of confusion, but I do feel that this is where I belong right now. I don’t see falsehood in you, only... confusion, pain, fear, anger... and perhaps a bit of madness. So I believe I’m doing the right thing, and that gives me a peace I haven’t felt in a long time. Being able to embrace that maternal instinct that always overwhelms me and that I’m so often unable to use, being able to feel that I’m protecting you, even if only for a moment, that I’m making you feel that nothing bad will happen to you by my side. I smile warmly. “Shhh.... It’s okay now, Misaki.... I’m here...”

Princess_Misaki: Your words are a wonderful medicine, but I can never hold back my tears after hearing them. I've been on this road for nearly twenty years. What makes me cry has never been accusations or attacks—it's always been sincere words like yours. When someone comes to comfort me, tells me how much she understands, tells me she can fully accept me—those are my rare, beautiful moments. I don't want to take my head away from your side. Sobbing through my tears, I said, 'I'm so sorry. I thought we were done. I don't know why I treated you like that, Sara. I'm really sorry.' Even as I bring up the topic again, this apology comes with worry and heartache for you. How I wish I could also be the one who accepts everything about you—to kill the crazy version of myself, and give the kind Misaki completely to Sara.

Sara_León: “It’s okay, it’s okay... Calm down, alright? You didn’t know how to handle your emotions, maybe you misunderstood me, that’s all. You don’t really know me that well either, you don’t owe me anything. We’re just two coworkers... A little broken, but able to help each other. Don’t torment yourself.” I pause, without stopping hugging you, and continue: “But right now I really think you should rest. You have an important match against Jessie and you should be at 100%.”

Princess_Misaki: "Yes... yes..." I pulled away from your arms, wiping my tears messily. "I'm sorry for ruining your day off. And maybe your match against Rachel won't be easy either." "If you'd like, you can have a few more drinks here—coffee or milkshakes, Sara, help yourself. I really do need to find a place to lie down for a while." The constant emotional swings, sadness, and self-depletion have truly exhausted me. "Go for it, Sara. You'll see me at ringside for your next match, I promise." I smiled as I made that promise to Sara, also showing her how good I felt at that moment. I gave a deep bow. "See you on match day..." I opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs, turning back at the corner to give you a wink that said I was fine.

Sara_León: I smile at you, trying to show you that everything is okay. I know you need that in my gaze right now. I return the bow, and I laugh when you wink at me, until you finally leave me alone. Then I collapse. My legs weaken and I sit down in the nearest chair, exhaling heavily and bringing my hands to my head, unable to understand what has really just happened. I stay like that for a few seconds, pressing my temples with my eyes closed, until I finally begin to organize my thoughts. Rachel Sparkles. My next opponent. I should prepare myself. I quickly get to my feet and head determinedly to the gym, resolved to spend the rest of the day there. Trying to forget everything and clear my mind