NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Sara_León: My music hits and I walk out down the ramp, to more boos than usual. My exhibition with Naya didn't leave many fans happy, and it's not like I have many friends backing me up right now. These have been complicated weeks for me, a lot of relationships wavering, a lot of doubts about my future in the company... And I just want to blow off some adrenaline. I've managed to get a spot on tonight's show, so I ignore the crowd's reaction and quickly make my way down the ramp with the microphone in hand, sliding between the ropes and waiting for the music to stop and for people to quiet down before bringing the microphone to my mouth: "I know what you're thinking..." I begin to say, addressing the crowd directly. "And those of you who know me, know that I respect you. I listen to you. I bow my head before you...." I pause, pressing my lips together and shaking my head. "But you know what? Not tonight. Not one of you has the slightest fucking idea what I'm going through, what I've been through, or what you've put me through. You can boo all you want, but tonight this ring is mine and I'm going to do whatever I want. And you're going to watch helplessly while I revel in those disappointed looks of superiority you're going to throw at me." The boos begin to overlap my words as I start pointing toward the locker room. "And that's why I want the entire Noir roster to be very clear that I came out here today ready to fight and I absolutely don't care with whom. I want you to know that the only thing I feel like doing is having an excuse to hurt someone. So if anyone thinks they can stop me, I'm waiting."

Sara_León:

Mina_Anderson: The arena settles down into a low, murmuring chorus of bows that slowly starts to fade as if pushed off stage by the uneasy murmuring. Could it be Hana? Brooke? Lauren? A collective gasp of anticipation almost sucks the light out of the arena! And in the darkness.. At first it’s just a flicker of pink neon, struggling to stay ignited then form into a perfect circle above the entrance. The fans are leaning over the barriers, trying to make out the barely visible figure standing underneath… That figure is me. I can almost feel that light dancing over my skin as my chest lifts along with everyone else's, in nervous anticipation.

Mina_Anderson: My music drops, A hybrid of Choir song to a thumping house music beat that almost blows the roof off. All while a pair of angel wings appears of the screen above me and pyro erupts behind me loud enough even I almost break my pose and lift my head. But I wait for light to fill the ramp and wash over me bringing my rich and vibrant pink hair into view. Now I move, flicking my hair back and almost skipping toward the ring in a dazzling display of pleats bouncing all around my lil pink booty shorts and high energy.

Mina_Anderson: Camera’s are flashing either side, creating an unintended strobe light effect but I don’t mind. Heck it just pumps me up even more. I almost fly up onto the apron before flipping acrobatically over the top rope and into the ring… By now the music’s faded. The crowd as psyched and you.. Well if you want to know who I am, I helpfully gesture toward the word “ANGEL” printed across my top!

Mina_Anderson: The atmosphere in here has changed, I’d say for the better. Gosh there are goosebumps all over my body as I take a mic from a one of the announcers, bring it to my purses lips then wait for a whistle of excitement to rise up… then settle into fizzling, electric anticipation! “You know Sara! I’m like everyone else here tonight”. Except for the naturally pink hair, professional intro vid and the to die for figure of course! “I USED to think I knew you. I USED to idolise you and sit the crowd cheering you and your friends on every week!”. I’m pacing in front of you, gesturing with my free hand as if conducting an orchestra. And the crowd are singing my tune. “And then I saw what happens when you get a sniff of Gold. And All the girls you’re willing to screw over just to get your greedy hands on it!”. They’re really booing you now. “But I get it! You’re only human… But what I really can’t stand is how you’re coming out here like all these fine folks owe you something after all our support!”. I pause again just to let that settle in while I square up to you, eye to crystalline blue eye, chest to chest. “Sara…. My name is Mina.. And I’m THEE Angel, Heaven sent to teach you some humility!”

Mina_Anderson:

Sara_León: Your entrance is certainly spectacular. You are spectacular, there's no point in pretending otherwise. And it is certainly a surprise for me to see an unfamiliar face come out. The fact that you decided to make your debut in N.E.W. just to confront me says a lot about your courage, but it also sends warning signals throughout my body. However, when you begin to speak, I begin to feel the stabs. You introduce yourself as a former admirer, stirring inside me that feeling of loneliness and lack of direction, of loss of confidence. You accuse me of being greedy, a period that I left completely behind in Stardom... A place where I also left behind the love for the boos of a crowd that has mattered to me for a long time. You unilaterally side with the crowd, having no idea what I've had to endure, winning their favor at my expense. And finally you threaten me, standing very close to me and finally introducing yourself. I feel the need to laugh, to make it seem like I don't care, to despise you. But it's obvious in my entire gaze, in my body posture, that you've touched some sensitive points there. I bring the microphone to my lips, without moving a single inch, and begin speaking with a trembling voice: "Do you even have the faintest idea what it feels like when most of your fans introduce themselves to you once they already hate you?"

Sara_León: A murmur runs through the stadium, not exactly a boo, while I continue speaking with a weakened tone of voice: "For you it's easy, isn't it? To take advantage of the opportunity presented to you, use to your advantage the feelings of a crowd that's already prepared to take a side, kiss their ass at my expense and start making a name for yourself from scratch." This does generate new boos, which I completely ignore, continuing to speak and straining my voice heavily. "But it's okay, I understand. You're just a nobody who needs somewhere to start. You've decided to set aside a debut that could have been insignificant when you saw that you could share it with me, which is clever. A great majority of the idiots around us would never have stopped to think about that, you would have easily fooled them into believing that you're really coming out here to defend them." I pause, squeezing the microphone with my fist and straining my tone even more, instinctively leaning a little toward you, "But neither your cruelty toward me, nor your lies, nor your greed for the spotlight are going to distract attention from what really matters here. You say you're going to teach me some humility. Tell me, Mina, are you willing to try it in a No DQ match, here and now? No matter how much you say it, I'm not any monster, and I want to give you the opportunity to back out now while you're still in time."

Mina_Anderson: You are right, that I’m taking advantage of a situation, after all you only get once chance to make a first impression, and the fans are lapping it up! And I’ve gotten under your skin, that’s fairly obvious. It’s almost like you pleading for approval, or sympathy when you’re almost at the peak of our biz. “Maybe it really is tough at the top”. I start while pacing the canvas again, cherry lips chirping into the mic while my free hand swirls and gesticulates. “But from all the way down here at the bottom of the ladder, all I can see is an entitled crybaby… So to answer your question. No Lioness, I don’t hate you”. I glance over my shoulder meeting your gaze as a half smile plays across my lips. “I’m just…. Disappointed in you”.

Mina_Anderson: If you hadn't called the fans idiots you'd likely have won some over. It is obvious what I'm doing, but it seems to working. The tension in the arena been building with every cheer, laugh and maelstrom of boo's. But you rachet it up a notch more when you give me just what I came out here looking for. Least, what I thought I wanted. I'm facing you again, chewing on my bottom lip in anticipation just like everyone else here when you drop that bomb. My eyes widen and my chest lifts with a deep, shivering intake of air at the mere mention of a no DQ match. Now that you've stoked their bloodlust, their cheering for you? For me? I don't know, my mind is swirling.. I need a moment to swallow the lump I can suddenly feel in my throat. A match against title contender is one thing, but this match!?!

Mina_Anderson: I raise my hand and gesture to the crowd to wait.. to simmer down but I'm the one that has to wait for the decibel levels to drop a little. Can't back out now Mina.... "DQ... No DQ... It doesn't matter to me, I'm gonna put you down for the one two three!". I drop the mic, kicking it off to the side and out of the ring as I step forward and grab for your arm. At the same time I'm angling my shoulder into yours as my legs bend then start to pump against the canvass, trying to back you all the way into the ropes before springing you forwards into at Irish whip across the ring!

Sara_León: You begin to walk, circling me, while I turn my head, following your movements, in a position of clear tension. Words of understanding... An insult... You call me by my nickname, which fuels the feeling that you were my fan... And you take advantage of that to sink me again when you say you're disappointed, as if you knew exactly where to press to hurt me. The fire begins to grow inside me, while my eyes scan every inch of your body, unconsciously beginning to think about the freedom I'll have to destroy it if you end up accepting the match. And, suddenly, and without anyone expecting it, I feel your hands grab my arm, and your body lean against mine, while I find myself being pushed backward without expecting it, forcing me to drop the microphone when my back crashes into the ropes and I suddenly find myself launched forward in your Irish Whip, while the crowd gasps as they see that you're the first one to initiate physical contact, even before making the match official or having a referee in the ring. I turn around at the last second and my back rebounds against the opposite ropes, making me run at full speed in your direction, extending my arm and trying to crush your chest with it in a clothesline

Mina_Anderson: At ringside, officials are scrambling to catch up to the action I just started. So far, I’m making just the kind of impact I hoped for and the crowd are lapping it up. A referee’s being called to run down to the ring while someone rings the bell. You’ve already reached the ropes at the far side of the ring and been sprung back, hurtling toward me. And I have the sweet time I need to judge the distance I need, step forward and plant my feet wide and ready. I watch you nearing me, expecting something as sure enough you shoot out your arm in the clothesline that hangs in the air. I’ve squatted low to wrap my arms around your thighs, planting a fingerless gloved hand on your backside. I clasp your shorts to hold you still as I push up, rising straight legged then fall backwards, trying drop your neck across the top rope in a spectacular guillotine!

Sara_León: Suddenly, you disappear from my field of vision. My outstretched arm cuts through the air while I feel your arms wrapping around my thighs, a quick grip on my trunks, and I begin to feel my boots lose contact with the canvas as inertia keeps carrying me forward, but this time under your control. It's barely a second in which I let out a scream as I realize the inevitability of the fall, feeling that weightlessness while the ropes rush into view, until finally... "UNNGGHHHHHH!!!" My throat lands right across the top rope, with the full weight of my body behind it, cutting off my breath and snapping my head backward spectacularly, while the rest of my body collapses awkwardly to its knees against the ropes, making me stagger and rise slightly before falling onto my backside on the canvas, one hand braced on it to keep my balance and the other clutching my throat, my eyes and mouth wide open, completely caught off guard by you and under the demoralizing applause of the crowd. I shake my head while I see a referee slide under the top rope and a familiar sound echoes throughout the stadium: "DING DING DING"

Mina_Anderson: I'm a little winded from landing on my back, but you took the lions share of the impact. I have time to let the fall shake through my body, catch my breath again then sweep my legs to the side and roll over and up onto my knees behind you. You'll feel my hand reaching for the bicep of your supporting arm, a light smooth contact at first, while I try to place my other, gloved hand on your shoulder and press the heel of my palm into your rotator cup. If I can lock in that fulcrum, that's when I'll start pulling back on your arm and climbing one foot at a time back into an upright position while twisting your arm back and upward. I'm trying to put pressure on your shoulder and force you to bend forwards where you can't do alot of harm to me. "WHat happened to you lioness... You used to tough?"

Sara_León: I feel your soft hand press against my bicep and immediately your other hand settle on my shoulder. When I realize you're beginning to apply pressure, I start to squirm, but it's too late. You slowly get to your feet while increasing the leverage, feeling my arm being stretched back and upward while my entire torso tilts forward, my hair acting like a curtain on both sides of my face, falling downward while my free arm braces against the canvas to avoid being bent over even more, and my legs move erratically. I begin to tense the muscles in my face as I feel the pain in my arm joints, when you mock me by using my nickname again, making me feel flattered and insulted at the same time. "Just... Give me a moment, will you?" I reply through gritted teeth, trying to at least get onto my knees, looking for a good angle to try to throw a kick at one of your ankles

Mina_Anderson: I'm leaning in, bringing my chin close to your shoulder to shift the weight bearing down on your body from behind. You can feel my breath on your neck and my perfumed scent, a mix of rose petals and lavender. You feel my grip loosen for a moment just so I can try to get a better grip and give your arm another sharp twist. It that works, I still have another problem, your starting to slowly find your feet after my electric start. I shift angles, flex and growl into your ear as I feel you starting rise up, making me shift a little too. Thats when I feel your boot stomp stabbing down at my ankle. "hhhhhssSPPPP.. aaahhh yooou bitch!". I snarl, releasing your arm at last so I can hop back onto my good leg before slowly, testing the ankle you just kicked...

Sara_León: "Ah!" I cry out when you finally let go of me, bending forward and ending up on all fours. I rise to one knee and rotate my shoulder to regain mobility, while turning my head with fury in my eyes. I grab one of the ropes to pull myself fully to my feet, and begin walking toward you, moving my head from side to side while cracking my neck. "All right, let's start over, Mina... No surprise attacks this time, okay?" I tell you, tension in my voice as I extend both arms toward you, looking for a collar-and-elbow tie-up without stopping, trying to push you toward the ropes

Mina_Anderson: I tap my tip toes on the canvas a couple of times before letting my weight full flatten out my left foot. The kick to the ankle hurt but not enough to slow me down. It does buy you some time, as does my decision to set myself instead of trying to press you even more. So clamber up from all fours, clearly feeling the effects of my explosive opening to the match, I'm standing with y body angled to yours, left foot leading and my right behind me. "Sure you don't need a timeout? You're not looking so hot!". I chime as I step in and lock up with you. My body swivels and stretchs as I flex my thighs and for a moment we're paused in a deadlock, growling, bearing teeth almost pressing body to body. But you're not as hurt as I though and soon I feel my body being tilted backward until I have to take a step back. I try to reachor my feet but giving up momentum proves to be a mistake and now I'm being marched slow and steady til I feel the rope strain across my lower back and shoulder blades and feel your weight start to bend me back across them til I'm looking up at you and the overhead lights....

Sara_León: Slowly I manage to capitalize on my advantage, digging my boots into the canvas and pushing forward. I force you to retreat, until I feel that familiar impact against the ropes, when your feet stop walking backward and it is your body that begins to arch under my pressure. In a normal match I would have the referee on top of me asking me to let you go, but not here. I bring my face closer to yours, without stopping the pressure, watching as your head tilts back, my lips near your cheek, in an intimately uncomfortable instant. "You smell nice, Mina... What perfume are you wearing?" I whisper playfully to you, breathing in your scent just before trying to drive my left knee forward, attempting to sink it into your stomach... and if successful, repeating it two more times, looking to crush you against the ropes and weaken you while I have the upper part of your body immobilized

Mina_Anderson: My biceps flex and quiver, my shoulders roll and I bare my teeth, letting out a low growl as you lean in so close that you can whisper. The whole arena can see your stronger, more powerful physique despite my best efforts. "grrrr... Nothing... that.. could... afford... broke... bitch!". Your knee brushes across my skirt, flicking it up around the snug lycra shorts i'm wearing as you slam into my braced, taut abs, drawing a soft grunt. The there's less resistance when the second attack lands in the same spot, leaving a reddening spot on my creamy soft skin. "hhnnGGG!!" My brow furrows as I twitch forward against your arms. On the third strike, the crowd oooohs as I bend around it, til my ass slips onto the second rope and spit parts my peachy pink lips.. "uughhhyoouuu... Witch!".. The way my body snaps allows me to push you back a step or two so I can peel off the ropes, clutching my stomach with one hand. The other swings out without much precision or form, trying to crack you across the jaw!

Sara_León: I feel your body bend against the ropes, making you lean even more heavily on me, but just as I begin to feel a fuller control over your body, I feel your hands shove me hard, forcing me to stagger back from the sudden push, taking two steps backward before stopping. I recover quickly and move toward you again, ready to attack, when I see your hand coming toward me rapidly. With good reflexes, I raise my forearm upward, stopping and deflecting the strike, while rotating it around your wrist until I manage to trap your entire arm beneath my armpit, immobilizing it quickly and leaving us locked together very close to one another. I shake my head with a sarcastic smile on my face. "Ah ah... You wouldn't want to hurt your hand, would you?" I tease before using my free arm to try to drive my forearm into your jaw, without releasing your arm, and attempting to force you back against the ropes again, intending to keep striking you in the same way

Mina_Anderson: The crowds noise rises and falls as the momentum in this battle shifts. For a moment they're starting to cheer for their new girl. But only for a moment because you show your experience, keeping cool and trapping my arm. "Ughh.. Damn bitch.. Let go!". I twist my torso, but you hold me by the wrist. I grab my forearm with my other gloved hand and try again. I try harder but still you keep me held. Now my eyes are widening as you shake you head at me and start to assert yourself. "uuunnnFFFF!!" Pink hair whips from the air as you land a blow across my jaw which knocks the taste right out of my mouth and rocks my body back a step. I'm glaring when I turn my head back to you, balling up my free hand white knuckle tight! Another smack ripples across my face as I wince at the blotches of colour blossom across my vision. Again I find myself pushed back into straining ropes as you complete another trio of strikes before I manage to raise my forearm and block the next one, clasping your arm. The ANGEL logo on my top lifts and distorts under the stage lights my bust lifts with a deep inatke of air, then I try to push back enough to make room to drive my knee toward your gut!

Sara_León: It seems I finally have you. Your hair shakes with every strike, you're cornered against the ropes and I have your arm immobilized. But then you suddenly manage to block my forearm. My eyes dart to your arm in an initial shock when you grab my arm, and suddenly you force me backward with a shove, making me release your arm and "UMPHH!!" Receiving an unexpected knee to the stomach, folding me completely over in front of you and dropping me to one knee, panting and bringing a hand to my stomach

Mina_Anderson: I click my jaw a couple of times and breath a sigh of relief that I was able to fight you off before you could really unload on my doll like features. Pain still spreads along the side of my face in waves take a second to recovery my poise and shake some feeling back in the arm you had trapped. If the early exchanges have told me, and likely the more knowledgable part of the crowd, it's that I can get my licks in but I don't want to get into a prolongued battle of attrition with the seasoned warrioress some are already calling the champ in waiting. So as you double over I step my feet onto the bottom rope, knee bending for some momentum, which I use to spring me up and over your body in a dive. As I land behind you, I'll roll and grab for your ankle, trying to trip an roll you up into a parcel pin with my body angled down into the back of your thighs while you calfs rest on my shoulders... "1"

Sara_León: Your agile body suddenly disappears from my sight, and before I can turn around to see where you are, I feel pressure on my ankle that throws me off balance, tipping me backward just before I realize what you're trying to do. My body rolls up into a tight ball, my shoulders resting on the canvas and your body skillfully hooked onto mine, and then I hear the first slap against the mat. I blush red with anger when I realize I'm the victim of the first pin attempt of the match, but I don't let the referee get to the second count. I extend my legs, unfolding my entire body with ease, throwing you off me as if you were a disgusting parasite, and rolling across the canvas, trying to quickly get onto all fours and, turning around to see where you are, also trying to get back to my feet

Mina_Anderson: You throw me off you without even a one count, sending me toppling onto my side. As you roll toward the centre of the ring and spring up to your feet, I roll toward a corner, sweep my legs around til I can rise onto all fours, then plant one foot and stretch the other leg back so I'm poised like a sprinter in the blocks. The ground are still rumbling after the first couple of inconclussive skirmishes. I'm still feeling confident that I am holding my own. "You really aren't all that lioness. I'll get your next time!". And next time, is this time if I have my way, beacuse I explode forward, rushing at you while the boards shake under canvas while I throw myself forward, diving at you and trying to spear my shoulder through your gut!

Sara_León: I see you positioned in front of me while I'm still on all fours. I begin to rise to my feet, and that's when you smartly decide to throw yourself at me. My reaction time isn't enough, and your shoulder DRIVES into my stomach like a missile. "UUGGGHHHHH—" My boots leave the canvas as I'm brutally driven backward, my entire body folding around the impact before finally collapsing flat on my back onto the mat. Air bursts from my mouth as my arms wrap around my abdomen. I kick one leg against the canvas and squeeze my eyes shut in pain

Mina_Anderson: My hair fans across my brow like opening drapes as I move, feet thudding like rolling thunder across the canvas. My eyes lock on as allow a flickering hint of a smile before BOOOM!!! I hit you like a missile! I drop to my knees while you crash to the matt to the rapturous joy of those in the arena. The noise is exhilerating.. Even a little seductive and I can't help but show boat a little by planting my hands on my hips, across waist of my lil micro mini skirt and twist my torso as I look out at all those hollering fans with a smug nod of my head. It's time to show them what I can really do! I spring to my feet and skip past you high energy and adrenaline. It doesn't take long to hop to the middle turnbuckle then swing myself around as I scale all the way to the top. A deep breath as I fan out my arms to my sides like Angel Wings. Then spring into the air, trying to land a signature move, a high risk body splash across torso!

Sara_León: I writhe on the canvas, beginning to recover my breath while the pain little by little begins to stop burning, when I see you showboating and pass by my side, feeling how the crowd is really on your side. Or against me, rather, happy to see me knocked down by the rookie so early in the match. However, when I see you start climbing the ropes, I smile to myself. I'm hurting, yes, but not stunned, and you're going to pay for that mistake sooner rather than later. I remain motionless on the canvas, narrowing my eyes and pretending to be easy prey, hoping you won't pull back and will fall into the trap. And when you finally jump... It's truly beautiful. Your slender body stretched out, your pink hair flying behind you, the folds of your skirt fluttering... I stay for an instant watching you while the crowd holds its breath. And then I raise my legs. I don't just tuck my knees in, I extend both legs completely straight upward, trying to make your landing on them as surprising and painful as possible

Mina_Anderson: Time seems to slow down for me now the wind is literally in my bright pink, streaming sails. I can see that band of gym honed muscle between your top and shorts as if it hand a painted on it. And... I can see it flex as suddenly your legs coil and thrust toward me. Suddenly I feel trapped between my own momentum carrying me towards and the force of your powerful legs, plunging into my stomach with such force that I fold across your feet and spurt a spray of moisture across you from my wincing, squeaking mouth! That same momentum hurtles me across your feet in a ball of fluttering pleats and flailing limps. You can feel every bump as I crash across the canvas and finally come to a stop, face down with my chest cushioned under me and pillowed out my sides.. My cheeks pressed to the ground as I stare out to the stunned crowd, open mouthed and squealing an almost silent, wheezing squeal. My knees have ended under my hips, pushing my stretchy strained, hot pink shorts into the air, shifting across my ass when I start to beat my feet off the ground as if I could kick the sensations spreading out from my crushed core.. "gaaawgg... awwggg... aaaarrrSSSPPPPHHHHH!!!!"

Sara_León: I tense the muscles in my legs and take the impact without much pain. With satisfaction, actually, watching your body curl up, writhe, bounce, and collapse beside me. I begin to get to my feet, pressing one hand against my abdomen, with the impact of your spear still fresh, but a tight smile marked on my lips. The crowd goes from shock to outrage, beginning to boo me and making my smile widen. I position myself over you, one foot on each side of your body, and lean down. I begin to wrap my arms around your abdomen, starting to pull it in and press your back against my chest, while I whisper to you: "Angels usually have wings, Mina... It's a shame you don't, because I wanted to help you take flight..." And having said that I bend my knees and tighten my wrists with my hands at the height of your stomach, beginning to pull my arms upward, trying to bring you up with me, seeking to stand all the way up with you between my arms and trying to catapult you backward onto your back in one of my signature moves, a perfect German Suplex!

Mina_Anderson: My stomach has managed to peel itself off my spine and start to inflate again, in short breaths that bring new life to the crushing impact marked by two flush, rosy boot prints.. "Aaaahhh... oooOOOohhhhh.. AaawWWwwhhh!". I groan, barely aware of the quiet that stills over the ring til you rise and move toward me. I see your shadow wash over me and stretch across the ground, but I'm still stuck in this position, twitching noticeably. You have to snake your arms under mine before you can scoop me up off the mat and hold me close to again you. "awwhh.. you... bi... bi... b-it-ssshhhh!". My heads still hanging, veiling my face under a veil of hair, but I can see through it, past my cleavage at your arms, coiling tighter and tighter like a pair of pythons.. Something bad is coming! I start to struggle, clawing and clubbing at your wrists, twisting my body side to side as your hold nips into my sides and restricts my breathing. The grinding, body to body contact might hamper you, but it doesn't stop you. My boots kick as they lift of the mat and the overhead lights flourish in a bluring glow as I'm hoisted right up and over your body then CRASH down with an impact that seems to ripple through me, from the back of my head and my shoulders, all the way down my spine. My arms flop at my sides and my eyes roll back from the stunning impact that's left me even more winded.. even more hurt.. Right now I can barely move my shoulders.. "EeeiiiIEEEPPPP!!"

Sara_León: -BOOOOMM- The impact makes the canvas tremble while I remain lying on my back for a second, panting and beginning to feel the sweat on my skin. I smile, finally feeling alive. I curl up slightly, bending my knees and propelling myself upward in an explosion of energy, springing to my feet and remaining for an instant with my body bent forward and my hair disheveled, my legs flexed. The crowd boos as I slowly straighten up and reveal my smile. I turn to look at you and head toward you, but when I reach where you are I simply step over you, planting a foot on your stomach as if you weren't there, and make my way to the ropes. I slide between them and drop down to ringside, where I lift the ring apron and begin pulling out objects, throwing them into the ring. First a chair, then a pair of handcuffs, a chain, and finally a bag of thumbtacks

Mina_Anderson: "HnnngggG!". I groan, lifting my legs and my head as you step on me. My eyes bulge and my tongue spills from my mouth before you spring off my tummy and head right on along your way. I wrap my arms around my bare, sweat sparkled mid section and roll onto my side just waiting for the sensations crashing through my body in painful waves so ease off. Whatever you're doing, its no longer attacking me. I'm greatful for that. I just need some time and I'll be wowing the crowd again. Something clatters behind me, I'm not sure what, but its my queue to start moving. I turn onto my front and rise to all fours and look around. That's when I notice the bag plop across the canvas a few feet from me and realise what your doing... Trying to turn my debut from a contest of athleticisms into a viscous street fight! It still hurts when I breath, but my lungs are filling. I'm moving, crawling all sway and wiggle toward the ropes so I can climb back up and onto feet, then turn and look for you...

Sara_León: Suddenly I look up and see you approaching the ropes, looking for me. I crouch beneath the ring apron, trying to find something with which to take you down easily, until I find it. I place it behind my back and rise, climbing onto the ring apron with the help of the ropes. The crowd sees what I have in my hand behind my back and begins shouting at you not to come closer, while I only smile at you and gesture with my hand for you to come. "Come on, Mina... Are you afraid of me? We both know that only you can stop me from getting back in again..." I taunt you. If you finally come closer, I would try to extend my arm between the ropes, seeking to press a taser against your stomach and hit you with an electric shock

Mina_Anderson: I turn my head, combing my hair away from those bright blue eyes and expressive features and there you are, at an other side of the ring. By now I'm more mobile, moving more smoothly again, even if dull aches still linger across my shoulders and stomach, and of course the back of my head... But I move to the centre of the ring so I can pick up the steel chair. The crowd are all screaming again but their words get tangled up in each other and it all just sounds like over excited noise to me. Probably just eager to see your cheating down crashing down on your head. That oughtta wipe that cocky grin of your stupid face. "Careful what you wish for kitty cat!". Sure enough, I'm moving toward you, growing in confidence with each increasing hipsway, skirt flicking step. My ribs appear as I stretch and bring that chair up high over my head and when I'm about to bring it down you jam something into my navel.. "huh?" I look down in time to see the teeth of the tazer denting my skin before sparks dance between them and sweep up and down my body as if it were torch paper... "nnnnnyyyAIAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" My legs flex, thighs quivering while my hips roll forward and lock in that position, back arched while sparks dance gleefully over my stomach, my jiggling, top straining breasts and all the way up my arms, forcing me to drop the chair.. All while I stare at you in literal shock "gurgGURGgurgGURGgugrrggllleeeee!!"

Sara_León: The light of the sparks shines in my eyes, now filled with pure pleasure, focused on yours, on that look of shock and helplessness. The chair falls from your hands onto the canvas while I watch you suffer, and the crowd falls silent for a few moments, with murmurs of disapproval being heard. Finally I pull the taser away from your stomach and throw it to ringside. I grab your pink hair with both hands, closing my fists in your scalp.... And I simply jump, letting myself fall to the ringside floor, seeking to take your head with me and trying to crush your throat against the top rope with impossible pressure

Mina_Anderson: My hands drop and dangle at my sides as I stand there, imprisoned my the frenetic spasms rippling through my own muscles. Dispite the dumbstruck, tongue hanging look on my face, there's intelligence behind my eyes. Even when you toss the tazer I'm little more than a prisoner in my own body right now, watching in silent, twitching horror as you reach for my striking pink hair. It's lost some of it's lustre now but split ends and frizz are the least of my worries cause your moving to get your own back for the guillotine I opened the match with. My body rocks forward them springs back as I hit the mat with a crash and lay there, still until the last of the current weaves it way down my limbs. Then both hands clutch for my throat as I start to gag and gasp like a fish out of water and thrash across the canvas in a mix of panic and frustration.. "rrruuyyyGGgggggsspPPP!!"

Sara_León: As I let myself fall, I don't even look at you. I turn around, leaning back against the edge of the ring and feeling the canvas vibrate when you fall. I extend both arms, smiling at an increasingly frustrated crowd, and bring one hand to my ear, as if I couldn't hear their discontent. I let out a little laugh before jumping back onto the ring apron, this time leaning forward to slide between the ropes and head straight toward you. "In the end I'm going to have to thank you for getting into the ring after all..." I tell you, reaching your position and lifting one leg, beginning to press my boot against your throat. "After all, winning or losing this match is more important to you than it is to me... I just wanted to blow off some steam...." The referee throws himself down beside you and slaps the canvas for the first time: "ONE!!" While with my gaze I send you a message: This pin is only for humiliation, I neither intend nor want to finish you off this early, but it's in your hands to retire in time... If you really believe you can't beat me

Mina_Anderson: Air is already preciously sparse for me after the guilotines closed my lyrax to a slither and no matter how much I twist and claw at the red mark mirroring my choker, it doesn't seem to be helping any! So I'm left laying there, with the stage lights glaring down at me so bright I can't really see, just hear the crowd booing you. They're still behind me, urging me on even though I'm the new girl. I can't let them down! As I fight past the pain starting to burn in my lungs and plant my elbows to sit up, your figuire appears over me cast in a ominous silhouette by the lights. I bring my hands up as your foot looms large over me, catching it, only for your weight to force it down across my throat anyway.. Now my face is turning red under the glitter and bright pastel war paint I'm wearing. "One" I'm kicking my feet as you smirk down with a look that makes me want to pull your hair out. "TWO!!". A collect gasp seems to draw more of the air from me, but I've managed to plant my feet, knee's bent so with a muscle burning effort I can jolt my hips up and twist enough to lift a shoulder off the canvas! "nnnnfffff!"

Sara_León: I quickly lift my boot off you when I see you're about to break the pin, not wanting to lose my balance. The crowd cheers when they see you're still in the match, and I shrug, crouching down and grabbing your face with one hand, crushing your cheeks and forcing you to look at me: "Do you hear that? Now the fans believe in you! You have a very big responsibility, I guess you wouldn't want to disappoint them, would you? Well, beautiful, I hope you enjoy that feeling, it seems it's what you were looking for after all..." I tell you with pure venom in my voice, before letting go of you and trying to slap you across the cheek. Then I stand up and head toward one of the corners, where I begin removing the pad from the top turnbuckle

Mina_Anderson: At least I can breathe again now you've stepped off me. But that feels like all I can do after such a sequence of big moves and down right dirty moves. If the fans where pissed at you before, they are seething now, but you seem to be thriving on that feeling in the air. Tension so thick it feels like ozone... Or is it just static lingering, from the tazer? Either way, you have me by my face, cheeks hollowed til I'm forced to duckface up at you like some vapid base bitch. I'm grabbing for your arm, but my fingers are still tingling and trembling from the charge and all I can do is paw clumsily as you pour your venom mockingly on my hopes and dreams. "I was looking for a fair fight!" Is what I try to say. But I hear "Ayewaa loofffooo ffooofffiit! squeezing past your vice like grip followed by a loud SMACK ringing through my ears and igniting across my cheek! The slap hurts my pride almost as much as it hurts me... And it rocks my body from the sitting position I was in, onto my side with my face in my hands. But I am still moving, even as you slide away I get my legs under me and haul myself back to knees then onto my feet. You're in the corner so that's where I go, balling up my fists to swing at you the moment you turn around...

Sara_León: My fingers weave between the cords holding the turnbuckle pad in place. With my hands trembling, still aware of the punishment I've already taken in this match, I manage to remove the protector. I grab it with one hand and extend my arm upward, showing it to the crowd while nodding smugly. Then I throw it down to ringside and turn around again, ready to come after you with my intentions crystal clear.... But as I turn around, I find you there and, more specifically, your fist in my mouth, making my head snap to the side and forcing me to stumble backward until I'm pressed against the corner ropes, completely caught by surprise

Mina_Anderson: It's the kind of wild, sluggers punch that would make my cough tie to a treadmill and turn it all way up to top speed for, the force comes from my swaying weight rather than genuine power and precison, but damn it still feels good when the impact reverberates up my forearm and that stoopid smug smile's literally knocked off your face. I have to grab the rope at your side with my left hand to keep myself upright and steady... Every part of me feels slow and heavy right now, but I have you slumped in the corner.. I still have a chance! "Well.. The least I can do then, is give them what they want to see huh bitch!". I hiss as I lean in long enough to capture two handfuls of your hair, then move back a couple of steps. I'm trying to drag you with me as I pivot 360 degrees and send you reeling face first into the exposed and unforgiving steel ring post!

Sara_León: I bring a hand to my mouth to cover my lips, blinking rapidly and trying to bring my focus back to the match, when I feel your hand grab hold of my hair. I close one eye in a grimace of pain as you pull it, feeling myself dragged along with your movement and spinning with you in a full circle before feeling the cold metal of the turnbuckle DIG into my forehead in a merciless blow. My head bounces off it and I remain there for a second with my hands on the top ropes, time stopping with a ringing in my ears and my vision filling with colors... And it's that tingling on my skin that tells me blood is pouring down my forehead that pulls me out of that moment of feverish pain, when I feel my legs trembling and on the verge of collapsing

Mina_Anderson: Without the springy padding, the impacts much heavier and duller than I expect. You barely seem to react but the attack really stirred up the blood lust in the crowd and you're noticable more woobly. I have a real chance to make this opening pay off for me and gosh darn I'm gonna take it. And take you down a peg or two at the same time. You feel me realise your hair so I can slip one arm around your waist. The other sweeps down and clasps the back of your thigh, so with a groan and grunt, I can try to lift you up and place you on the top corner, legs dangling over the edge of the rope. From there I turn around and notice the chair by my feet, which I kick slide across the mat so it's in front of me, it'd be a shame if you landed on it. "Such a shame". I mutter as I back up and climb onto the second rope, stretching my arms up and under your armpits. I try to hold your biceps as I let myself topple and drag you forward with e so your shoulders and head will crash down onto the chair. "Falling Angel!"

Sara_León: Before I can fall, I feel your arms grab my body, by my waist and my thigh. Showing off quite a bit of strength, you lift me off the canvas until I'm sitting on the corner, where I remain curled up into myself, still processing the terrible blow against the turnbuckle. I bring a hand to my forehead and then look at it, soaked in red, while I close my eyes in pain... But suddenly I feel your hands pressing on my biceps from below. My shoulders naturally hunch from the pressure when I feel that pressure sending me backward... I open my eyes in panic, trying to brace myself for a brutal impact against the canvas, but the reality waiting for me is worse... -CLANKKKKK!!- My entire head, neck, shoulders, and much of my back crash savagely against the uneven metallic surface of the chair. A wave of pain runs through my entire body, followed by a delayed, wild, ragged scream that escapes from my throat as my body collapses and writhes: "AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

Mina_Anderson: With all that going on, you probably don't even spare a thought for the brave and defiant angel underneath you fall. I land heavily too, smooshing my girls from the dead weight fall onto the canvas. But yes, you feel further harder and with a CLANK that stills the crowd so quiet that your scream pierces the air. I scoot back onto my knees, puffing my cheeks out for a gasp of air while I watch you trashing around like a woman possessed. "Oh...", I pant heavily... "Don't... act... so... shocked heh... heh...". I huff, as I climb to my feet under the strength sapping heat of the stage lights. My skins slick with moisture now, gleaming where the light dances off it and I'm struggling to keep going, but I feel an unlikely victory is so close and that carries me, teetering toward you so I can fall on you, cross body and try to hook your leg for a pin..

Sara_León: "Ugh..." I murmur when you drop onto me, feeling my leg rise vertically. The referee throws himself onto the canvas and slams it a first time: "ONE!!!..." But this time my strength fails me when I try to break free, and the inevitable "TWO!!...." arrives. I turn pale and feel a jolt run through my body, suddenly raising my arm immediately, letting out a sharp scream, "NO!!", and stopping the count, while my arm falls again, and my back begins to arch once more in pain, still feeling the chair dig into my back. "Get.... off.... of me..."

Sara_León:

Mina_Anderson: My finger nails dig and rake across the back of your sweaty thigh, white knuckle tight while I let my body rest dead weight across you. But there's butterflies fluttering their way up through my core as the refs hand comes down. I'm so close to the upset of the century and a rocket boost up the NOIR ranks when you jerk upward and lift your shoulder! "DARNIT!!!" I whack a fist of the canvas as I'm rolled off your body and onto my back.. So close I could almost taste it. Instead, I'm staring into those blinding lights white my chest rises and falls and I can feel rivets of sweat creeping across my skin. It's so tempting to just lay here, deflated by the near miss and feeling every bump, bash and BZZT weighing heavily all over... Just 5 more seconds... JUst another 5... "awwwwhHHh... I'll getcha... next time!". I groan, wincing as try and sit up, only for the ghost touch of those tazer teeth to bite and bring me down on my side. That momentum helps to continue onto all fours and then, slowly back to my feet....

Sara_León: Finally you get off me and I remain motionless for a few seconds. Both of us stay like that while the crowd applauds, filling that awkward moment in which neither of us can get up and we're staring at the ceiling. I nod with a certain mockery when you threaten me, beginning to move again, and rolling out of the chair, ending up lying on my side right next to the ropes. I bring a hand to my back and squeeze hard, trying to ease the pain, while out of the corner of my eye I see that you are beginning to get to your feet. I force myself to move, getting onto all fours and watching thick drops of blood fall from my forehead onto the canvas. I mutter a curse and grab the ropes, trying to pull on them to get myself to my feet as well...

Mina_Anderson: I have to plant both hands on my thigh just to push myself up onto shaky legs and heavy feet. I'm in the middle of the ring, surrounded by the weapons you tossed in the ring. They tell a brutal, torturious story of what you intend to do to me if I give you the chance. The tazer was just the start!! At least I got my own back for that, but I can still feel the slick sweat coating my body turn cold and shiver climb up my spine. I can't let you do that to me! So I move forwards, slowly but steadily. One hand lingers on my bared navel as I close in and my shoulder drops as I draw my other fist back, telegraphing the attack more than I would like before I swing a heavy, shambling right hook for your cheekbone!

Sara_León: I manage to get fully to my feet, weakly supported against the ropes, when I see you approaching. With your intentions far too clear. I take one breath of air, then another, while I wait for your arrival. And then you throw your fist toward me, heavily. I raise my arm and open my hand, letting your fist impact halfway directly against my palm, while I close my fingers around your fist, partially immobilizing your arm and fixing my gaze on yours, threateningly. I quickly bend one knee and suddenly extend my leg forward, trying to kick you in the stomach and make you double over in front of me, and if I manage it, I would raise my knee vertically, seeking to strike your face with it while releasing your hand

Mina_Anderson: The boisterous support of so many new fans is carrying forward almost as much as my straining tired legs. It feels like an age since I picked a fight with one of the toughest and most battle hardened competitors in the company but they're starting to believe I can do this. I'M starting to believe! Yet the moment my padded glove slaps into your palm, the atmosphere shifts like a changing tide. My eyes widen a little as I feel that pressure, that pull drawing me in. "oooOOFffff!" The impact ripples across my abs and spready, flicking my skirt around my pretty in pink pantyshorts again and again, my body buckles forward, right where you want me!! "OhnonononMMMPPPHHHHHH!" I see your knee rushing and then everything turns dark and red and hazy as the impact crunches right into my nose! I'm rocked upright, onto my heels in one violently fluid, jacknifed motion. Both hands cup my face as I feel that white hot sting shoot through my eyes, drawing tears... "Ooohhh.. fuuuuupphhH!". I gasp as I feel something hot seeping through my fingers! I'm bleeding!!... "Do doke dy dose!?!"

Sara_León: I lean back against the ropes again for a second, panting but smiling, and pointing at you. "Wow!! Welcome to the club!!" I mock your blood, gathering energy to launch myself running in your direction, grabbing your head with both hands as I pass by your side and leap high into the air, dropping backward onto the canvas and trying to pull your head down with me, attempting to smash the back of your head, your neck, and your back against the canvas with a neckbreaker!

Mina_Anderson: I'm hands drop in front of me, confirming my fears and the coopery tastes lacing my lips.. I can see the blood there even through the tears well in my eyes! And I can hear you though I don't pick up the words over the ringing my ears, just the gloating tone of your voice! Your moving... I'm not. That trademark, vibrant hairs such an easy target right now, that it quickly turns into a taut leash dragging me into your heavy slamming move. You ring shake under you as my feet kick into the air and my body lands with heavy, winding crash.. "gyyyOOOFFFF!!!". Spit sprays into the air as my body arches and shudders, hips pumping and twisting me onto my side with my back to you. One hand folds behind it, as if I could reach between my twitching shoulders let along massage the reddened mark there.. "gggyyooff.. awwwhhh.. do...dd... diisshh!"

Sara_León: The fall doesn't come free for me either... I arch my back and slam against the canvas in pain, turning and seeing you groan and writhe. I get onto all fours, watching you like a beast watches its prey and licking my lips, feeling the blood begin to run across my entire face, giving me an unhinged appearance. I begin to crawl to circle around you until my hand comes down on the metal chain I threw earlier. I glance away and take it in my hands, looking at it first and then at you. Half of my mouth twists into an unnatural smile as I begin to rise to my feet with the chain in my hands. I let it hang partially, making it jingle as I approach you. "Well, well, well... I think we're about to start having some fun~" I say melodiously before pressing my boot onto your back and pushing you until you're face down, standing over you with both feet on the canvas on either side of your waist. Then I crouch and begin wrapping the chain around your throat, leaving two loose ends that I grab with both hands while trying to stand up and pull on them, intending to press my boot against your lower back to create pressure and arch your back while also trying to choke you

Mina_Anderson: THe soundtrack to the battle has shifted, gradually at first. They're are still boos rising to the rafters in every more isolated protest at the unfolding screne. At the lioness stalking a wounded dove! I shut my eyes tight to clear my vision, though it lingers around my lashes and starts to bring dark shadows creeping around those azure eyes of mine. There you are, moving slow and deliberate while I squirm and stretch out the sensations rolling through my head, shoulders.. through my entire body... "aaawwwhHHhhh... nnnnnn!" A tension washes over the place as the chain rattles in your hand. It's my queue that I need to do something, I need to move and I do, tumbling onto all fours where my kneepads scuff of the ground and my hands pad forward, slowly see swaying and swaying myself away from you. Still you talk me.. I can hear your steps.. Your breathing.. and that onimous chain... "nnnyyyfff!" I grunt, falling under your boot so I'm pressed down, lycra coated breasts cushioning and pillowing at my sides which makes it harder to breathe ever before I feel cold steel loop and coil around my neck.. I beat my fists on the mat in frustrated, impudent protest as you peel me off the mat and lock me, staring up at your looming silhouette. There's fear in those eyes now, claret spewed over my mouth and chin, but still you see my tongue poking from between gaping lips.. "ggrrrcccKKKK!!!"

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I give each hand a turn around the chain, securing my grip while I twist my boot on your lower back, digging the sole of my boot into your thin and delicate skin, while I pull my arms backward, trying to arch you off the canvas, bend your spine, make your neck bend back until you're looking at the ceiling, and pulling to both sides to secure the chain's hold around your throat. "LOOK AT YOUR HEROINE NOW!!" I shout, giving spontaneous tugs to make your suffering more evident, while covering my voice with magnificence, "THE ANGEL FALLEN FROM HEAVEN TO PUNISH ME, TO AVENGE INJUSTICE!!" The crowd responds with loud boos, making me burst into laughter as I realize that I am beginning to enjoy this. A fear grips my stomach, that fear of knowing that I can become that sadistic monster that Naya worked so hard to prove I was. But pain covers my entire body and adrenaline possesses me, so I do not stop, I cannot do it... And in reality I do not want to either. "SHOW ME YOUR POWER, DIVINE CREATURE, OR PERISH!!" I end up shouting at you, my eyes already bulging out of their sockets

Mina_Anderson: The pain must be written all over my face, I'm wincing, brow furrowed, eyes narrowed in thin slits as I struggle under the weight of your foot twisting into a single point just above the waist of my bunched skirt! My feet are beating lightly on the ground behind me, one then the other then the other. I can feel that contact building ache creeping through my stomach up my spine.. It's torture and yet, it's the least of my problems cause no matter how much I claw and pull on the chains they just clink tighter, reducing me to choked, gagging wheezes as you trumpet your dominance me! Those over head lights seem like the heaven I descended from as they shift in and out of focus. You ease the choke then tighten it again, giving me a slither of air before that tight bruising choke sets my lungs alight again. The longer it goes the more a vignette creeps into my vision.. The heavier my arms feel.. Drool is mixing with blood and dripping onto the canvas from my chin... Then one hand drops like dead weight.. I'm drifting.. Somewhere between this spinning torment and seductive slumbering oblivion....

Sara_León: My hands are sweating profusely, the chains are slipping through them. You're not giving up, although I haven't asked you to... And I don't want you to, actually. I lift my boot from your back, making the pull lift your entire torso much farther off the canvas, and I press the boot right between your shoulder blades, suddenly pushing downward while abruptly releasing the chains, trying to smash your face against the canvas while finally freeing you from your suffering. I step away from you a little, panting and limping, bringing a hand to my face and wiping away the blood that is beginning to get into my eyes. The crowd instantly begins cheering for you. I remain standing beside you, turning 360º, watching how the entire stadium is on your side. My face shows an endless number of overlapping emotions. A sadistic smile, a worried blink, a gesture of pain, a sigh of frustration. I try to put the crowd aside and focus only on you, enjoy the moment, release energy built up for a long time, destroy a sexy and perfect body like yours, make a beautiful and exotic face suffer, let that adrenaline, rage and frustration that have gripped me for so long flow. I crouch down and grab the bag of thumbtacks, shaking it so the contents rattle, that different metallic jingling. I smile and nod to the crowd while opening the bag and, with my arm still raised, let all of the contents fall onto the canvas....

Mina_Anderson: My eyes roll back in my head as the chain bites deeper and deeper in my skin, covering the pink choker worn around my neck. I can feel my hair slowly fanning off my face, bit by bit as it peels from my sweaty skin, clings and peels again til you and every one else can see me, totally depleted but not defeated. With all my weight on that ungiving chain, you have to work to bring me up, almost onto my knees before you dump me back to the mat with a wet thud. And there I lay, barely moving at first but under the pink tresses spidered all everywhere, I'm breathing again. As you take in the atmoshphere, I can feel some strength returning.. some feeling tingling its way back into my arms and legs. And with it, everything you've did to me. The sharp pain that comes from my nose and spreads through out my body. Somethings jingling nearby.. A bit like my alarm clock.. Time to move... my hands plant and push, burning as I lift my body til I can bring my knees under my body and sit back on my ankles.. That's when I see you.. And those tack gimmering like diamond dust under the lights. "dddaahh... Dis... angels... not... beaten..". I stammer, holding up a hand in a stop gesture.. As if I could hold you off with will alone while I start to struggle back to my feet...

Sara_León: I head toward you and grab that pink hair of yours, letting my hand rest on your head while you raise a hand and try to stop me. I roll my eyes and tilt my head, noticing how you begin to get to your feet. Then I let go of your hair and crouch slightly, taking your arm and passing it behind my neck. "Shhh.... Easy, Mina, I'll help you get up, lean on me..." I tell you in a whisper, letting your arm rest on my shoulders as if I were really helping you stand up. But at the same time, I wrap my arms around your waist and bend my legs, pushing myself backward while trying to pull my arms upward, looking to throw you onto your back against the folding chair in an improvised belly-to-back suplex, wanting to wear down your will little by little, drop by drop

Mina_Anderson: I sway, more like the village drunk than the angelic heroine of the fed that the crowds still willing me to be. I try my best to fulfill their hopes but it's you guiding even my simple push. I'm drawn into the softness of your embrace, body to tired, sweaty hot body so close I can feel the resolute strength at your very core just as you can feel the soft, luxurious cushion of mine. My skirt crumples between us as I slump against you, letting my legs rest against you. "Ju... just... need... to catch... my breath.. then I can.. I will... de...defeatyouuuuu". I almost coo into your ear, all while you set me up. My free hands thudding against your side, flailing limp impacts that do next to nothing to slow you down as you ally then OOP me up and over your body. A collective gasp seems to slow down time for me as I hurtle them SLAM down on the chair with a loud CLACK.. "auuuGGHHHH...aaaiiieeeeEEEE... AAAryyyyEEEEEEE!". The moment I land I snap up in a sharp back arch and throw my head back. FOr a long moment I seem paralysed in that anguished position, then my hips pump skyward as I start to thrash and squeal as the impact really sinks through my shoulder blades!!!

Sara_León: Once we crash down, I remain lying on the canvas for two seconds, my chest rising and falling, dampening the canvas with my sweat beneath my body, before managing to find the strength and will to keep moving. I slowly get to my feet, not in any spectacular way, more through stiff and trembling movements, only to see you at my feet squealing and writhing like an animal. "How does it feel, huh?" I spit at you, still feeling the pain of the chair embedded in my back, while I crouch and grab you by the hair, closing my fists in your scalp and beginning to pull you violently upward and toward me. "Save your energy, Barbie doll, I've only just started..." I threaten you in a deep tone while, with a strong tug, I place your head between my thighs, squeezing them against your temples and heading toward the center, leaving the carpet of thumbtacks at our feet. I then extend both arms to the sides and arch my head back, letting the lights reflect off my sweat-soaked skin so the crowd can get a good look at your body bent and dominated in front of mine. Then I lean over your back and begin wrapping both arms around your abdomen, clasping my wrists together at the height of your stomach and trying to pull upward....

Mina_Anderson: You're never far away, moving whenever I dare shoot a side eyed glance in your direction. More like a cat playing with its prey right now. That's how I feel as I shudder and sink back onto the bent and twisted chair. Between that impact and my shrills cries, my body feels deflated and heavy as I lay there, just experience the tide of agony that still laps across my body from head to curling toe.. Not for the first time, you use my hair like a leash. I wince at the burning pain spreading across my scalp, forcing me to move with you as best as I can. It's still slow, when I sit up, turn and findself slumping into your legs. A little drool creeps from my mouth, finding its way onto your thigh as I paw my way up the back of your legs, squeezing into your thighs. It's not an attack, I'm just using you to hold myself up on the stronger, better woman standing above me. Some camera's flash, capturing the image that summarises what's turned from a battle into a brutal beatdown! Shake my head when your part your legs, already knowing whats coming. But I cant resist as you take me into the vice clamp of your thighs while my feet scrape teh floor, struggling just to bring my shapely hips into the air and give one side of the ring a view of my stretched, high riding shorts... "uunnnnn... noo... Sara... don't.. don't... da...dare!". You dare, my stomach gives under your arms as you lift me upside down, trailing hair marking the path right into those jagged waiting tacks.. "Oh gawd.. Oh No... Please nonononO!". I plead and squirm, trying to slither free from your grip before you can finish the move!

Mina_Anderson:

Sara_León: I manage to lift you upside down and you remain for a second in my grip, when you begin to writhe, moving your legs and making me lose my balance, forcing me to lean forward and plant your boots back on the canvas... But only for an instant, since I use it like a spring to propel myself upward again with a new pull, managing to lift your body again and rotate it in the air until leaving you seated on my shoulders. My hands tighten on your hips, my forehead stains your sweaty stomach with my blood, my legs stabilize, holding you at the highest point, while the metal of the thumbtacks glitters on the canvas and the crowd begins shouting at me to stop... And that is when I jump and let myself fall into a seated position, while at the same time trying to lift you by the thighs and throw you forward, seeking to smash your back directly against that pointed ocean of metal in a brutal powerbomb

Mina_Anderson: For a moment, I'm taut against you, every shift and twist rippling all the way to my neatly pressed together feet. And it works, I feel you lurch and plant me back on my feet in this bent over, humiliating position. It's better than eating a faceful of tacks but I'm still trapped. There's hope though, Risiing within me and within the crowd. The noise levels are building, even I can hear that despite your thighs squeezing around my ears. Again, you squeeze into my stomach and my defined abbs retreat inward, too tired, weakened and sore to offer any resistance. This time I go tumbling up your body and find myself dazed and swaying on your shoulders. "oh Crap!". I gasps, panick bells going off in my mind while I start raining lefts and rights down at your head. Whether they land or not, It's ending the same way but maybe I can get a couple of licks in before everything rushes around me and I go CRASHING down hard. At first I just feel the concussion across the back of my head and nauseating impact rock through my back leaving me breathless and silent while my body trembles. Worse still is teh pin prinks of fire igniting all across my back and soon the sticky feel on the quickly blood soaking back of my tight little tank top. With my legs draped atop your, you feel my pelvis jerk upwards as my body peels into a trembling crescent. You can see the look on my face, made all the more dramatic by the mess of choatic curls spiders across the canvas. It's a look of such intense burning agony that fresh tears are smuding around my eyes, in thin mascarra laced smudges and my bloodied mouth gapes in a silent, quivering scream!!!!

Sara_León: Your blows to my head don't stop me from throwing you, but they do leave me even more dazed... And angrier. I land sitting on the canvas with your legs still over my shoulders, while I bring my hands to my head and tuck my chin against my chest, breathing heavily and clutching my skull. Fortunately, you look much worse. Trembling and exhausted, unable even to scream in pain. "Are those tears, Mina? Do you want me to end your suffering?" I mock you, grabbing one of your ankles and tossing it aside contemptuously, while I lean over you, trapping your other leg against my shoulder and folding you in half, my hands pressing into the thumbtacks beside your shoulders. I bring my face close to yours, letting the blood from my face drip onto yours, while the referee throws himself down beside us and begins to count: "ONE!!...." One of my hands moves to your hair and I grab it tightly, ready to break the pin myself if you don't do it first

Mina_Anderson: Big, glazed blue eyes roll around in my head, gleaming through the messy veil of hair spiraled around my brow. I'm covered in blood, both yours and mine with bruises rising all over my broken body. As I blink up at you, fresh tears creep down my face... The needle stings all over my back just wont quit.. Even the ones that slip out leave ruby pearls forming, then burst as you flop my leg to the side, bringing extra tension to my shorts, and press down so heavily and pin me under my own, strained leg... The dominant position you fold me into could almost be mistake for intimate, but for the blood splashes across my cheek and the way your bearing your head.. "uuugghh... ughhh... kkaayyy". I nod at your question. Even to me, I sound pathetic right now, but I want so badly for this torture to end. I was beat when I had to endure the chair slam you rose from, but now I'm little more than a whimpering pin cushion, flatten under you now we're so close our own body heat melts into one and you can hear the feint whisper choking out my bloody mouth.. "ple... ple... no.. more... end... end... pin... me..."

Sara_León: I feel your breathing, your heartbeat, your warmth, your sweat, hooked to my body. Your whisper, your plea for mercy, through your blood-covered lips. And I feel tempted to leave you alone. The referee hits the canvas again, "TWO!!...." And I focus my gaze on your tear-filled face. And I bite my lip hard. I haven't endured your insults, your put-downs, your taunts, your defiance, nor the crowd's boos, to back down now. Yes, I wanted to hear you beg me. Yes, I wanted to see you broken at my mercy. But so that I could make the decision to deny you the right to demand anything from me. I then give your hair a strong yank upward as I sit up, making your leg fall to the side while we both end up sitting, one in front of the other, and I press your head against my chest while I slowly shake my head, noticing how a brutal chorus of disapproving boos from the crowd crushes down on us, and beginning to smile sadistically

Mina_Anderson: A stillness washes over me as I lay there, cheek to cheek with you, my sweat slick breasts swelling in my straining top and pressing into yours as I draw in deep, rasping lungfuls of precious air. It's come at a heavy, painful price but I've did what I set out to. I have lost the contest, everyone can see that. The crowd know a spent force when the see one, but I've won the fans, made a name and showed the Fed what I'm about.. As the two comes down I close my eyes and wait.. Soon this will be over and I get the treatment I surely need after your ruthless flourish. Only that three doesn't come. "nnnfff?" I wince as I'm pulled up with a look of confusion flashes across my face and a chorus of Boos. "wha... wha... whyffff?" My voice tumbles out in broken staccato only to muffled against your chest. Blood smearing over your top and cleavage as I try to wriggle free and my hand move, tapping and slapping on your shoulders before sliding down your body and landing, settled on your hips.. "nnnffff.... " Thank goodness I can't see the look on your face, but I sense you intent.. You're going to punish my show boating, my cheekiness and the insolent bitchiness that brought me strutting down the ramp to face you!

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I begin to get to my feet, without letting go of your hair, bringing you up with me until you're standing completely upright in front of me. I push you back a little so I can look you in the eyes, while sliding one hand beneath your chin and raising my thumb, tracing it across your bloodied lips. "Are you still disappointed, Mina?" I say to you with pure hatred in my voice. "Maybe you still have a lot to learn from the lioness, don't you?" I throw at you before suddenly leaping into the air with much more effort than I myself expected, tucking my legs against my chest and without letting go of your head, pressing my knees against your beautiful face and letting gravity carry me backward, trying to bring your head down with me, forcing you to bend forward, seeking to smash my knees into your face as I fall backward in a codebreaker!!

Mina_Anderson: I paw and grab on your sides and shorts for extra support as I feel you moving, dragging me along as you rise slowly while the crowd voice their frustration. They don't like seeing their would be heroine kept in this state of contanst pain and humiliation but I wish they would shut up. You seem to thrive on the noise.. Or on my whimpers as squeaks, on the tears and blood staining across your chest. Either way, I'm still officially in this fight but as you peel back and let me teeter on tired legs, that base of my ass peeking out and swaying from under my little skirt, I barely flail a hand in your direction. My shoulders are rolling and lifting, working some of the tacks in my back to pop out and skit across the ground... "aaasssSSppp.. Learned.. ta.. nevahhhh... give ya... a chance". I try to sound tough, but it comes out in a lazy slurring voice, between caught breathes and winces of pain from the tacks and the fresh trails of claret streaking over my skin.. "youu biisshh!". My hands reach out as you move in, trying to defend myself but I only manage to provide that little more support as you palnt your feet on my body and snap me forward so I eat both knees in a precisely executed move that even wows some of your haters! "PpppttoooFFFFF!!" Blood and spit spray into the air as my body snaps back and my legs start turn to jelly as I half stumble and half fall across the ring and land across the ropes, still upright but my eyes are rolling around in my head, trying to follow the stars dancing across my vision....

Sara_León: I begin to get to my feet, really expecting to have knocked you down, but I smile when I see you're hooked against the ropes, giving me the perfect opportunity to execute one of my signature moves. I crouch a little, resting both hands on my thighs and carefully calculating the trajectory, looking at you with predatory eyes. I make an upward gesture with one hand, as if indicating that I need you to straighten up a little, "COME ON, MINA!! ARE YOU READY??" I shout, before launching myself running in your direction, jumping at the last moment and bending one leg forward, with every intention of CRUSHING your skull with it in midair, while my hands head for the ropes so I don't lose my balance and don't go flying out of the ring

Mina_Anderson: Someone is shouting at me, a fan maybe? I'm not sure but their urging me on, telling me to get ready or be ready or something. It's hard to hear properly but whoever they are, their right cause when I turn my gaze up from my sweat slick cleavage and manage to lift my head, there's two of you standing in front of me. "uuughhhnnnnNNooo!" You see the whites of my widening, dear in the headlights eyes, as you merge into one, speeding train hurtling toward me way faster than my aching, pin cushioned body can react.. "HhnnGGGG!!" The arena silences by the heavy crunch of your knee against my jaw. My world rocks violently as my eyes roll back in my head... No I'm rolling back, up and over the top rope, I feel my feet touch the apron and slip off as I tumble and crumple against the concrete and the guard rail behind me in a sitting position. Behind me someones urging me to get up... for you to stop... for medics to come or for the ref to end the fight. VOices are merging, hands are tapping at my shoulders, trying to bring me back to my senses...

Sara_León: The blow is even more brutal than I myself intended. I watch you roll over the top rope and collapse onto the ringside floor while my hands grip the top rope, and one of my boots rests on the bottom rope, while my knee remains extended between the ropes. I then raise one hand into the air, showing my palm as a sign of superiority under a fresh wave of boos. I then let myself drop, passing between the ropes and climbing down to ringside, beside you. I scare away all the fans who are touching you, shouting at them: "GET AWAY FROM HER!!! SHE IS MINE!!". Then I crouch down and grab your intense pink hair, pulling it upward and forcing you to stand up, while at the same time bending sideways, driving my shoulder into your stomach, grabbing one of your arms with one hand and one of your thighs with the other, managing to stand up with you lying sideways across my shoulders in a fireman's carry position, your arms and legs hanging down on either side of me. My legs tremble slightly, but the adrenaline, emotion, and excitement keep me completely active as I begin to walk around ringside with you on my shoulders, displaying you to the nearest fans, some of them extending their hands, trying to grab your boots and pull you away so that I let go of you, while I mock them. "BEHOLD YOUR FALLEN ANGEL, A MERE PRETERNATURAL WRECK!!" A deranged laugh escapes my throat just as I arrive at the commentators' table, stopping and looking at it with fire in my eyes...

Mina_Anderson: My eye roll around in my head til the big screen comes into focus and I see myself, covered in mascara laced tears, blood and with my mouth gaping and my jaw hanging in a perpetually stupid looking expression that somes up just how I feel right now. My big debut, may well make waves in the Fed, as possibly one of the most brutal first matches of all time! The fans want mercy for me, I want a reprieve from the agonising pain ravaging my spent body and shameful humiliation eating away at me. But cats do play with their prey. "aahhhnn.. ahn.... ahnn..!" I choke as you close in again, near enough to hear the meak groans I make as I raise and wave a hand at you, showing I least, still have motor functions. Our eyes meet for moment as you stand over me, scattering the fans and it starts again. I clasp your wrist as you peel me off the ground and back onto those shakey legs, easily doubling me across your shoulder. I fold as easily as the chair we both felt in the ring, long hair tickling its way down your thigh while my body bounces across your shoulders, those hot pink booty shorts on display for all to see. I can feel hands on my legs, tugging and pawing, they manage to save one of my boots, leaving one foot bare before you reach the commentators table. "Did you hear that!?". "I sure did". I hear them say, "She is a wrecked angel". That's true... "Well she shouldn't have came out running her mouth. Stupid bimbos getting what's she due!". I wince cause that's true too. It still hurts, even coming from the heel commentator but If I dont do something, it's only gonna get worse. You feel my fists thudding against you, light leather taps against you back and abbs that make me seem all the more like a weak, petulant little plaything....

Sara_León: "GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" I shout at the commentators, making my intentions clear. They stand up first, frightened, but when they see that the table is still covered with electronic equipment and that I have no intention of moving any of it, they quickly clear the path themselves, pushing aside every cable and device they can while I am already in motion, indifferent to whatever I might destroy or the damage I might do to you. I bend my knees and push your thigh upward as I fully straighten up, making you rotate horizontally over my head and leaning slightly to one side, leaving you suspended in the air for a second right above the commentators' table while I drop backward to the floor, trying to make you land face-first onto it with a brutal F5!!

Mina_Anderson: My fists still thud limply against you as you move me into position. I can sense from the commentators and the noise of the crowd that something bad is coming. It's the moment when the boo's lift them break into squealing at the sheer spectacle that your putting on. A second later I feel your grip tighten on my clammy, tensing thigh as you push me into a plank across your shoulders. And then I can that table waiting.. rushing toward me.. "mmmEEPPP!!!" Pink hair catches in the light as it ripples into the air while my head snaps back, leaving a dark red face print where I landed. The rest of my body slumps into the side of the table for a second before the weight of my head carries me falling back and trapping my feet under my thighs so I'm crumpled in almost seductive arch beside you with my arms splayed out at my sides. I'm still but for the slow rise and fall of my breathing... "uunnn...oooOOh... gggaawwww...."

Sara_León: I remain lying there for a few seconds after the fall, feeling a shiver when I hear the impact of your body against the table, and noticing a smile forming on my face as I watch you collapse to the floor beside me out of the corner of my eye. I lick my lips as I begin to get back to my feet, not before closing my fist around your scalp once more and starting to drag you along with me, not even allowing you to fully stand up. I leave a trail of blood behind me as I notice the referee, the commentators, and even the fans watching with their hearts in their throats. I approach a camera and shout: "I WAS VERY CLEAR ABOUT MY INTENTIONS!! SHE BROUGHT THIS ON HERSELF!! SHE WANTED ATTENTION?? HERE SHE HAS IT!!" Then I bring my hand to the camera and press against the lens, smearing it with blood and pushing it out of my way, until I reach the ring, where I grab you by your shorts and lift you completely off the floor, shoving you toward the inside of the ring and forcing you to rotate under the bottom rope while I climb in right behind you...

Mina_Anderson: Again our gaze's meet in a breif, side eyed exchange. You're smiling, still enjoying the dominance and destruction you're showcasing while I lay there, tasting the blood pooling into the back of my throat from my cracked nose... A shudder jerks through me as I cough a spray of scarlet into the air while your hauling me first onto my knees, then as if a leashed pet while I clutch onto your hips just for support, so I can be marched from the frying pan and rolling into the fire. I use the momentum to roll further into the ring and onto my stomach. WHile you can take your sweet time following me inside to be greeted by the sight of me sliding one knee slowly under my body, then the toher.. It slips and I slump down into the canvas as one side... I try again, this time lifting til my skirt flops over my back and my sweat soaked, clingy tight shorts rise and sway, tensing across the heart shape of my ass. Next I plant my hands and push up on all fours so I can look around. The tacks, chair, chain and cuffs are still littered around. I turn away from all of them and crawl slowly in a safer direction while drips of blood splat onto the canvas under my face.. You watch me, dazed and slow, drag myself toward you. People are screaming but I cant make sense of it.. Can't work out where I am til I see your feel under face.. Thats when I look up, rise up to sit on my heels before you with fear in swollen eyes and my hands clasped as if in prayer. "plsfff!?"

Mina_Anderson:

Sara_León: As soon as I get onto the canvas, I grab the handcuffs, which were nearby. I use the ropes to help myself stand up while I watch you slowly get onto all fours. I silently admire your ability to keep moving, and I remain motionless, realizing that you're approaching me. The handcuffs dangle from one of my hands as I watch you stop and look up, sitting back on your heels in a position of complete supplication. And it's not just you. The entire crowd begins begging for mercy as well. I raise my gaze too, slowly scanning the stands, observing that plea, feeling the power to grant it or deny it. I twist my lips and bring a hand to my forehead, wiping away the blood and holding my palm in front of my eyes, observing your handiwork. I wipe the blood on my trunks and run my forearm under my nose, drying some of the sweat, before crouching down and grabbing you by the hair at the nape of your neck, only to whisper: "If there were even a shred of mercy left in me, I would have used it already. Welcome to hell." And having said that, I release your hair and grab one of your wrists, moving around you and trying to bring it behind your back, attempting to put one of the handcuffs on you while I feel your resistance, which forces me to push you forward and leave you face down. Then I would desperately search for your free hand...

Mina_Anderson: Of course I see the cuffs as my upper body swivels in a circular motion then slumps toward against the support of your body. "plllnnymmmrre" Is all I slur with my jaw hanging slightly of centre and crooked but you understand the pleading look in eye. You feel drool seeping from my chin onto your shoulder as you hunch down and after all you've did to me, it's that chilling whisper that truly breaks me. My heart sinks as fresh tears stem up my eyes. My bodies shaking as I sob and whail, but you set about your task without a hint of compassion. Soon the cuffs snapped across my wrist and I'm shoved forward, cheek against the mat and my shapely hips nestling into your pelvis as you weight sinks onto me. I keep my other arm tucked under my body at least inconveniencing you.

Sara_León: When I manage to press your cheek against the canvas, I begin to settle myself on your hips, sitting astride them and pressing your already handcuffed hand against your back, causing the metal to dig into your skin already bloodied by the thumbtacks. I see you crying out of the corner of my eye while my hand slips between your body and the canvas, searching for your hidden arm. "Oh, come on Mina, don't cry. You wanted your moment to shine and you're having it. Don't be shy and get that arm out from under there..." I tell you in a venomous voice, managing to grab your wrist and pull it hard, feeling how the sweat makes it slide more easily against your stomach until I manage to pull your entire arm out from under your body, bringing your wrist to your back and trying to handcuff it to your other wrist, seeking to immobilize you completely

Mina_Anderson: I feel so stupid, so weak and so utterly pathetic right now. How could I have been so arrogent to take on one of the best in the business. Not just to challange you but to embarrass you! You're mocking voice brings that home hard as I squirm under you, doing little more than rocking your body atop my plush, shaking little ass. The spot light shines hot and bright over my throbbing, head and the pool of blood tinged drool forming around my mouth as you hold me planted there, a thousand stinging cutes pok marked across my back, soaking the back of my top deep red... Of course you get my arm, that little defiance slipping away so easily, pressures creaking across my shoulders as I'm pushed into a more accute curve before *Click*. I'm locked in to whatever hell you have in store for me... Whatever hell I've brought on myself.. "ssorrieee"

Sara_León: I stay like that for a few seconds, with one hand pressing your head from behind, the other on the handcuffs, panting like an animal, knowing there is no way for you to escape now. The exhaustion is real, but so is the satisfaction of being able to release so much adrenaline, of being able to feel completely free in the ring again, without rules, restrictions, or protocol, just me being myself in my worst form. I pout when you whisper. "Ohhhh, you're adorable, aren't you? Now you're apologizing, when there's no turning back? When your mouth is filling with your own blood? You're a moralistic hypocrite, all I have left is to thank you for letting me take part in your pathetic debut." Having said that, I bring my hands to your white and pink skirt... And I pull on it as I stand up, ending up crouching. I slide your skirt between your legs until I remove it completely and stand up, raising it like a trophy and making a full turn around the ring, showing it to the furious fans. "THAT'S IT, ASSHOLES!! SCREAM!! IT'S THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO FOR HER!!" Then I head back to you, grab you by the hair, and pull your head up, forcing you to look at me. "And now... bon appétit...." I whisper to you, trying to start stuffing your own skirt into your mouth, my fingers skillfully pushing it in and feeding more and more inches of fabric inside, trying to push it all the way down your throat

Mina_Anderson: In other circumstances, the feel of a woman I've admired so close could be comforting but right now, that I'm long since broken and beaten physically, all that admiration just makes it cut deeper when you set about breaking my mentally and emotionally. Even my meek, gurgled apology gets weaponised and worst of all... I know your right! I felt so safe on my high ground with all those people cheering me on but they can't help me... No one can. I'm trapped in the agony still pulsating through my body, pounding through my head and stinging white hot all across my messy, hair veiled face in wave after wave. It can't get any worse, can it? "ggguuuggg"... The elastic waist of my skirt stretches in your hands as you pull on it, feeling a little resistance around my hips before it slips down my legs, straightening them so I fall flat on the canvass feeling exposed now my sweat soaked shorts are on display riding high enough to leave half my ass on display for the crowd and the cameras. If this was the take away image from my debut, I'd already be a laughing stock in the locker room but you keep going! "aarrhh!". ANother feeeble squeak rings out, as you lift my wincing, screwed up face from the canvas and STUFF that trademark mini skirt into my gaping mouth.. "nnngggffffFFFF!" I grunt, trying to my head away from you deny even that little win. Pain spreads like wild fire across my scalp. Fresh tears roll down my red and bruised face as you push the fabric in, packed tight enough I'm choking and gagging on it, visably wretching on the canvass, my body slapping off the mat over and over again in choatic gyration.. "nnnnFFFFFffFFF!!!!"

Sara_León: Once I've stuffed the skirt into your mouth, I grab you by the shoulders and pull you upward, forcing you into a kneeling position, with your hands handcuffed behind your back. I let you sit back on your heels again, but I don't want to give you much time to spit the fabric out of your mouth, so I quickly grab the chair from the canvas and move toward you, ending up right at your side. I raise the chair with both hands and bite my lower lip when I see your expression. You know what I'm about to do, and I love that. I then swing the chair through the air, trying to CRUSH the metal against your mouth

Mina_Anderson: Another dull groan forces its way from my lips, now muffled by that flirtatious little skirt that once matched my energy. It still does, its crumpled, sodden and useless. My body peels off the mat, breasts finding there shape again after so long squished under my prone frame. They're swaying gently, but tension and strain on my soaking and blood stained tank top as I twist side to side, testing the restraints holding me in this submissive, helpless position. THe cuffs rattle, clink and hold easily, allowing you all the time you need to retrieve the chair that proved so decisive in this fight. You crashed on it and came back stronger.. I shattered across it like the weak little bitch you've so totally exposed me as. The crowd still boo, hiss and scream. Even the heel commentators went silent now while his colleague is screaming for the ref to "Call the damn match". But all that fades into the background for me as I look up, big blue eyes dimming in solemn resignation to my fate. I stop struggling and simply kneel. There's no attempt to avoid the shot, it's pointless... Instead I swallow a lump in throat and close my eyes, pushing more greyish tears down my face in spider web streaks. *CLANK!!!* Darkness turns deep, blood red as the chair lands across my mouth, flattening my skirt deeper into my mouth. More currents of spitefully blunt force rattles through my jaw bone and nose as my head tilts back... I fall back til my hands plant on the mat and hold me in steep arch, as if a sacrificial offering to the goddess or she devil standing over me, all powerful while I stare into the stage lights cross eyed and clueless.. "nnnffffffffffffff"

Sara_León: I remain with the chair hanging from my hand, watching you arched back, with your beautiful abdomen fully exposed, hearing you moan, now completely out of it. You can't even beg, you can't even resist. I let the chair fall from my hand and press my boot onto your abs, twisting it a little just for pleasure, before crouching down and grabbing you by the hair, that pink hair so exotic and so beautiful, in stark contrast with your face covered in blood, with pieces of your skirt sticking out of your mouth. I bring my lips close to your ear and whisper: "I'm going to put an end to your suffering now..." I then give you a soft and delicate kiss on the cheek, soaking my own lips with blood, before pulling your hair again until you're standing, but bent over me, placing your head between my legs. I don't even give myself time to mock the crowd, nor to revel in this position, I simply wrap your abdomen with my arms, locking my wrists at the height of your navel, and pulling them upward with force, making your feet lift slightly off the mat. I don't even wait for you to be completely vertical, I just drop down into a seated position on the mat, trying to crush your skull against it with a Snap Piledriver and finish you off once and for all

Mina_Anderson: There's no awareness or intelligence behind my eyes. I'm lost in a haze of confusion and sensation that's reduced me to twitching at your feet as you plant your foot across those gleaming, rivetted abs. "ggffff". My brow furrows as the pressure radiates out while you press my stomach against my spine and stir a wave of nausea within me. I jerk forward when you step off and start to crumple in small, compact ball. It's not til you start to lift me, that I hear your words, coaxing me back to the moment, to my helplessness and total defeat. And to you... I nod, feeling such gratitude it must be kind of Stockholm syndrome. My cheek nuzzles into your lips a little when you kiss... And then we're rising. THere's no more resistance.. You slip my head into the clamp of your thighs with willing ease. It's going to hurt of course but it feels like the mercy we've all been pleading for so long. And when it comes, it's with a crash and ripples across the ring. My body shudders, hips thudding against the wall as the impact rocks through my skull and finally, the lights go out for me. I'm flat under you, still shaking, twitching and convulsing from all the damage you've dealt. But I'm unconscious... Medics are already waiting at the ring... THey have been for a while, like everyone else, for you get the satisfaction you craved from the start.

Sara_León: The sound of your skull hitting the mat sends a shiver through my entire body. But you go limp in my arms, collapsing onto the canvas, trembling, a complete wreck. I grab you by the shoulder and roll you over with ease, leaving you lying flat on your back, finally completely unconscious. The referee looks at me urgently as I crawl over you, not bothering to remove that thing from your mouth, straddling your waist and pressing both hands down on your chest in a dominant manner, feeling your heart hammering beneath them, and your breathing now automatic, making your chest rise and fall. I smile out of pure sadism as the referee throws himself down beside you and slaps the mat for the first time: "ONE!!..." The crowd counts along with him as I grind my hips slightly against yours, and the second slap sounds out: "TWO!!..."

Sara_León:

Mina_Anderson: I don't move, don't react but for a little flinch when your weight nestles over my waist and presses down onto my rhythmic, rising chest. There's finally a cheer that you've finally decided to make it official. The lioness hasn't just defeated the dove, this was a mauling. But as the ref starts the count, you can see there's no chance of me kicking out, even if I was conscious, even if I wanted to, I'm too spent, too broken... "THREE!". The moment the bell rings the ref is trying to pull you off me and raise your hand. Medics swarm around my body with a stretcher. After everything you've did to me, it'll be some time before I'll be back in a N.E.W. Ring. For you though, I was just a workout before bigger, more important battles.

Sara_León: Once the count is over, I grab your cheeks with one hand and bring my face very close to yours, still aware that you're not hearing me: "I hope to see you again soon, angel..." I whisper to you, before licking your cheek at the same time that the referee grabs me by the shoulders and forcibly pulls me away from you, while the ring fills with medics. The referee raises my arm and I'm greeted with a few cold applauses and many boos, to which I give an elegant and exaggerated bow before slipping through the ropes, leaving you lying there in the care of the medics, whom I shout at: "And nobody's going to worry about this, huh?", pointing at the wound on my forehead, from which blood is still flowing. I make a dismissive gesture and begin walking up the ramp, feeling completely exhausted but relieved

Mina_Anderson: