NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Sara_León: The day has arrived. I'm behind the curtains, wearing the gear I chose especially for this tournament, with lilac colors to pay tribute to N.E.W. Win or lose, I love this federation. I love this crowd, I love this ring. I wring my hands nervously, realizing they're already sweaty before the match has even started. I mentally review who might come to cheer for me now, who might be at ringside by my side, who might step into the ring after the match is over. And I wish with all my strength that person could be Hana. But I know that's not possible, at least not now, and that I have to let her follow her own path. And the next person who comes to mind is my own opponent. The adorable and terrifying emotionally unstable Japanese submission wrestler who has been my greatest relief and my worst nightmare these past few days. Maybe Brooke is right after all. Maybe I am distracted. Maybe I am losing sight of what should really matter. That beautiful and precious title. I clench my fists and force myself to focus...

Sara_León: My music hits and I step through the curtains, greeted by an explosion of lilac colors. I didn't even request my own colors; I just want the crowd to be immersed in that Noir spirit that brightens so many of their nights. I want them to know that today I walk to the ring in their service, ready to fight for their championship with everything I have. I place my hands behind my back and shrug one shoulder as has become my habit, smiling while the crowd cheers. I let out a laugh, genuine and real. Feeling good. As if those people, that moment, were the only thing that gives me the strength to keep getting up in the mornings. Then I begin making my way down the ramp, bouncing and waving my hands, whipping the fans into a frenzy and encouraging them to scream louder. I leap onto the ring apron and grab the middle rope, throwing my head back and swinging myself through into the ring, where I head for a corner and climb the ropes, extending both arms and nodding with a grin from ear to ear. "GOOD EVENING NOOOOOIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRR!!!" I finally shout, receiving a heated response and a wave of applause. Completely intoxicated by happiness, I jump down as my music fades and remain in the corner, stretching while I wait for my opponent's entrance...

Sara_León:

Princess_Misaki: Finally, I stepped into the Final ring again—not as a spectator. I arrived at the venue early in the afternoon, sitting quietly in the audience, staring at the ring. *"I'll be up there tonight..."* I bit my lip. I didn’t care what I had gained or lost along the way. The friends and fans of NOIR had lifted me to this position—I had to put effort and focus ahead of winning or losing. I chose a pale pink and purple wrestling outfit—the base colors of NOIR. At the same time, I wanted to bring a new vitality to this dark-toned league with something more vivid. I took a deep breath, stood up, and headed to the backstage. In five hours, the fans would cheer for their new queen right here. Would it be me?

Princess_Misaki: When I heard the thunderous roar of the crowd from the locker room, I knew it was time. I slapped my cheeks a few times, trying my best to relax—not just to ease my nerves, but because I knew I had to treat Sara as a real opponent in this match. I knew the energy she brought into the ring; tonight, she was going to be a big problem for me. I repeatedly tightened my leg guards and gloves. If one person was going to hoist that championship belt tonight, I would do everything in my power to make sure that person was me. Finally, as Sara’s entrance music faded, my own upbeat girl-group dance track exploded through the arena. The lights went out with the music, and every beam of light focused on the ramp. With my signature sweet smile, I sprinted down the ramp, high-fiving every fan who reached out to me. I jumped onto the ring apron, flipped into the ring with a flourish, and quickly climbed one of the turnbuckles. “Miss me? Your princess is back!” I stretched out enthusiastically to my fans and all the supporters of NOIR. I gave myself completely to the ring tonight.

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: I remain crouched in the corner, my arms stretched up and back, my hands gripping the top ropes. I watch you enter with those feline eyes that sometimes appear when my concentration in the ring reaches its peak. The joy and vitality of my entrance begin to fade from my soul like water slipping through someone's fingers. Back come the anxiety. The fear. The doubts. The voices. I try to push them away with all my strength, with moderate success, and when I straighten up again I manage to give the impression that I have everything under control. The referee asks if we're ready while the announcer lays out the match rules: No DQ, falls count anywhere. No holds barred. I roll my head from side to side, cracking my neck, knowing that I have more experience than you in this kind of match, and I nod to the referee. Finally, the bell rings. -DING DING DING- I raise my arms into a defensive stance, moving toward the center of the ring and beginning to circle around you, ready to retreat at the slightest movement. I already know from unfortunate experience that you're skilled with submissions, and I want to give you as few opportunities as possible

Princess_Misaki: Whether from our past encounters or our mutual understanding, we are no strangers to each other. You don’t want me to grab your wrist first, and I certainly don’t want you to easily get a chance to hold my waist. I move back and forth cautiously, adjusting our position. I keep trying to use my palm and forearm to deflect your wrist, looking for the best angle to grip, but you shake it off quickly every time. Our opening doesn’t feel like an unlimited wrestling match—it’s more like an Olympic wrestling bout. I want to start from your side. I quickly reach out with my left arm, trying to press down your right arm, then wrap my right palm around the back of your neck… I try to pull you downward, break your center of gravity, and begin draining your energy first.

Sara_León: I feel the pressure on my right arm suddenly, and I try to take a step back and arch away, but the palm of your hand reaches the back of my neck and I feel a new pressure. I try to stay upright, struggling against you, moving my legs to force you to remain in motion, while my hands move toward your respective wrists. We begin to grapple in the center of the ring, when I realize that in this position you will easily make me lose my balance, so I suddenly decide to begin pushing you backward, digging my boots into the canvas and trying to walk forward with all my strength, giving you only the option of letting go of me or crashing into the corner

Princess_Misaki: We were locked in a stalemate. I kept my head down, hissing ragged breaths. From this distance, I could see your determined, handsome face—serious and cold, just like Sara’s signature style in the arena. “Ugh!” I grunted low, regrouping my strength. But a few seconds later, I felt my upper body start to lean back, and then I was forced to take a step back. Your height and larger frame began to dominate—I couldn’t hold my ground. I struggled to retreat, not expecting you to start using your advantages to trouble me right away. A light sweat broke out on my forehead as I fought desperately to keep from giving up too much ground. I had to overcome the power disadvantage with my quicker, stickier technique. Suddenly, I twisted my hips, took a half-step back and to the side, then shoved you forward with my hand still at the back of your neck, trying to send you—using your own momentum—crashing into the corner post.

Sara_León: I've almost got you. Despite your efforts, I'm managing to make you move backward, expecting you to let go of me at the last moment, and ready to stop myself. And indeed you let go of me... and take advantage of my momentum to push me forward, making me realize too late how close I am to the post, and -THUDD- Slamming me into the corner turnbuckles and bouncing off them a little, staggering and turning around to lean with my back against the corner and look at you, trying to regain my focus so I can get out of the corner as quickly as possible

Princess_Misaki: The moment I threw you toward the corner post, I had already planned my next move. I watched as your chest slammed into the post, then I sprinted a few steps, launched myself into the air, and flew toward your spine with a double flying kick. Suddenly, you turned around to face me—which made me happy. What was originally aimed at your back could now, with luck, even hit your chest and face. "Perfect timing!" I shouted excitedly in midair.

Sara_León: "UUUUNNGGGHHHHH!!!!" I don't even have time to see it, your two bare feet crash into my chest and part of my neck, crushing me back against the corner in a brutal blow, knocking the breath out of me. I feel as if you had driven straight through my entire torso, my body lifting off the canvas for an instant before collapsing helplessly onto my butt against the corner, where I remain seated and coughing, bringing my arms up to my neck and chest

Princess_Misaki: Even though I also crashed myself onto the canvas with the attack, I’m even more excited now because it worked. I scramble to my feet and see you trapped in the corner. “Since this is the rule, sorry Sara!” I say as I grab your hair, pressing your neck down onto the middle rope. Then I grip the top rope with both hands, plant my foot directly on your neck, and stomp down crazily, hoping to drain you even more with friction and suffocation. “Isn’t anyone cheering for Princess Misaki?!” I start using the fans’ gasps and cheers to add more psychological pressure on you. Even though some of your fans start booing, it doesn’t disturb my increasingly feverish, crazy thoughts. Since there’s no referee, I’m going to torture you here for even longer!

Sara_León: "Ggghhh..." I groan when you pull my reddish-brown hair, suddenly feeling the middle rope dig into my throat. As I remembered, you are devilishly fast and efficient, and I don't have time to try to get out before I feel your foot on the back of my neck.... Crushing and stomping on me savagely. My entire body shakes while the torture lasts, my neck rubs against the rope until it is left with a horizontal red mark, my breathing becomes irregular, my mouth open and almost incapable of letting out groans, my hands grip the middle rope and pull it downward trying to move it away from my neck, but your stomps become more and more disproportionate and the punishment continues while the referee watches helplessly, knowing that he cannot disqualify you

Princess_Misaki: I am very satisfied with the current situation. I watch your face turn red and purple as I press almost my entire body weight onto the back of your neck. Gripping the top rope, I finally plant both feet on your shoulders at once, stomp down hard, then step down from your back with effortless grace. I have to consider that once I win this belt, the entertainment value of this match is just as important. I start pacing along the ring with an idol's strut, blowing kisses to the crowd, stopping now and then to look at you struggling in the corner. "Get up, Sara. This isn't like you... Is it that your fans didn't give you enough power tonight?" I smile sweetly and tease you, but my eyes never leave your body. I know that although I have to act relaxed, your sudden attacks are just as fearsome. I'm constantly on guard, watching to see if you'll charge at me like a bull.

Sara_León: I feel your feet strike my shoulders in one final attack, adding a new punishment to my body before I finally feel you leave me alone. I quickly lift my head off the rope, pulling it away from my throat between broken coughs and ending up on all fours. My entire body shakes, trembling a little, until I rest my forehead on the canvas, breathing with difficulty and far dizzier than I expected to be at this stage of the match. I hear your taunt and try to make an effort to get up and glare daggers at you, but I really can't, not yet. The time you're giving me to recover is having an effect, but what just happened was truly savage and I need a little more time if I really want to counterattack. I tilt my head slightly, watching your feet glide gracefully across the canvas. I clench my fists with a certain restrained anger, reminding myself that we both have a lot at stake

Princess_Misaki: I don't intend to taunt you like prey. I know how dangerous you are as a beast. It seems like I'm taunting you, giving you a chance to do something, but actually I'm thinking about my next attack plan—wondering if I can use this moment when you're in a mess to seize even a hint of a chance to win. "Here comes Misaki!" I suddenly dash over at full speed, using the ropes next to you to bounce back, launching myself high into the air, lifting one of my legs, aiming at your neck as you're on all fours, and forcibly bringing my thigh down onto your neck. "Ugh! Hey!" I still try my best to keep up the fighting spirit, but tonight I started with sprints and running, which I'm not good at, and I'm starting to feel like I need a break. I feign nonchalance as I slam my thigh down onto your head, then flip you over, trying to climb on top of you, reaching out to grab your leg...

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: I feel the canvas tremble, and instinctively I lift my forehead off the mat, giving you the perfect position. I no longer see you in front of me, and I feel it just before it happens, and before I can move. Your thigh CRUSHES down onto the back of my neck in full descent, making my entire body land face-first on the canvas. My vision blurs and I let out a groan from my lips, trembling slightly before feeling your soft hands manipulate my body until I'm lying on my back. The lights on the ceiling of the Hammerstein Ballroom blind me for a second, before your own silhouette darkens my vision, feeling your hand grab my leg and your weight on my body, while I hear the referee hit the canvas for the first time in the entire match: "ONE!!!" My neck hurts, my head burns, but I'm not willing to let it get to two. Almost out of pride, I let out a desperate shout and quickly raise my arm before the second slap, breaking free of the pin easily but feeling myself being overwhelmed far too easily. Memories of our first match come to mind... At what point did I think I could defeat you?

Princess_Misaki: "Ah! Damn it!" I didn't keep you trapped for long. How could that happen? I didn't even pin you for two seconds. I bounce off, sitting on the mat in frustration, regretting my performance while trying to think of an even more ferocious move. I slowly turn around, get to my feet, grab your hair, and force you to follow me to one side of the ring. With my back to the ropes, I suddenly tuck your head under my armpit, then slam my other elbow hard into your back. After that, I look up and roar—it's time to show off the results of my training in the gym these past days. I haven't forgotten that I couldn't even complete a backdrop in our first match. Not this time. Like a crazed ape, I roar and hoist you upside down, my biceps twitching with excitement. "Get out of here, Sara!" I throw you backward in a suplex, hoping to send you crashing onto the springy ropes, grinding your spine, and letting the ropes bounce you out onto the hard floor outside the ring.

Sara_León: I feel the pull on my hair and, groaning, I get to my feet forced by you, realizing that maybe I shouldn't have broken the pin so quickly. My head is quickly trapped under your armpit, and your elbow DRIVES into my back, "AGHH!!", arching it and almost making me drop to one knee, but your grip is strong, and I feel your hand on my trunks. That's how I managed to counterattack the last time, I know you're not that strong, so I prepare to attack as soon as your attempt fails.... But this time it doesn't fail. My eyes open wide when I find myself completely lifted upside down, your roar shattering my eardrums and sending goosebumps across my skin before I see myself thrown out of the ring in a spectacular suplex, my back and basically my entire body landing dangerously on the ring floor from far too high, hurting multiple parts of my body and leaving me with my back arched and my mouth open, writhing beside the ring apron, prey to pain and frustration while the Noir crowd roars in cheers and approval

Princess_Misaki: "Ahhhh!" I roar as I hear a dull thud—I did it! I threw the other beast out of the ring, screaming! My hair is completely soaked with sweat, and on this no-rules night, I've nearly descended into a bloodthirsty state. If I were a fan cheering for you tonight, I wouldn't be able to bear watching you struggle and scream any longer. But now, as your opponent, I'm going to do everything I can to keep you from getting back up. I jump directly onto the top rope, without much hesitation, and dive down—planning to explode onto you like a bomb.

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: The pain is terrible, the roar of the crowd demoralizing, your energy relentless. But I feel more awake than ever, perhaps so much pain has made me desperate. When I see you jump on me. Without warning, without mercy, without a second of rest. However, I know what I must do, I know opportunities like this come very rarely. I quickly tuck my knees against my stomach and slightly rotate my body just before you land on me. Maybe this can stop you for a minute...

Princess_Misaki: I had once imagined that this move would take an equal toll on both of us, but just as I was about to crash onto you, your bent knee made my eyes go wide. "Damn it... no...! Ah..." Your knee completely tore through my abs. You cunningly turned your body slightly, and my frame took all the bone‑crushing pressure from your side. I practically howled as I hurled myself to the ground, rolling uncontrollably, sweat soaking the floor beneath me. "My stomach, ahhh!!!" I couldn't ignore the pain at all. Maybe I broke one rib underneath, maybe two—at this level of agony, I couldn't even tell where to start dealing with it. Curled up on my side, clutching my stomach, regret and rage kept pounding at my nerves. "Fuck... Sara..." I felt my body burning from the pain. If I could move freely right now, I can't imagine what I would do to Sara...

Sara_León: I feel the full impact of your body's fall onto my knees. Fortunately, it doesn't add more pain to what I'm already handling, but when you fall beside me I realize that I barely have the strength or the will to get up. I cough unintentionally, my swollen and heaving chest in an involuntary convulsion, while my limbs rub against the ringside floor like snakes. I hear you cursing me beside me, while the crowd begins to applaud. That gives me an extra burst of energy. Almost a minute has already passed and I crawl toward the barricade, using it to help myself begin to stand up. As soon as I do, I see a fan with a beer bottle in his hand. I remember that characteristic gesture of Hana, and the exhaustion mixes with nostalgia and pain. I extend my arm and snatch the beer bottle from the fan's hand, leaning against the barricade and beginning to drink, closing my eyes and simply remembering my best friend, the one who brought me here, while I ignore all the noise around me. When I open my eyes again, there is only pain. Physical, mental, and spiritual. You are beginning to get up, so I head toward you in rage and try to smash the glass bottle against your skull, letting out a scream of desperation

Sara_León:

Princess_Misaki: I am trapped on the ground. The pain in my body slowly tears my limbs apart. I don't know if my usual endurance training has been enough, but I still take a minute, amidst the audience's curses and waving hands, to regain my awareness of the match. "CRACK! Aaah!" Before I can fully refocus my gaze on you, glass shatters right in front of my eyes. Then a dark red blur appears in my side vision. The flying glass dust makes it impossible to keep my eyes open. I cover the corner of my eye, roaring on the canvas. The pain is secondary now. But under this insane rule, you seem to know better than me how to fight. Using my remaining line of sight, I watch you come toward me. I reach out my arms to push your shoulders, exposing the still‑bleeding stains at the corner of my eye and forehead—like a demon summoned from hell. "Come on, Sara! I'm not ready to lie down yet!" Madness, berserk, out of control… All I know now is that the person in front of me is willing to do anything except kill me. And so am I!

Sara_León: I find myself being pushed backward as I see your face already bleeding, your expression a little more crazed than at the start of the match, your voice different. But I didn't hit you with a glass bottle just to stop now. "Oh, no??" I ask you, moving closer and grabbing you by the hair, beginning to pull you up. "Then let me get you ready!!" I shout, grabbing your trunks as well and beginning to drag your body all around ringside, trying to throw you into one of the barricades and crush you against it in midair, looking to hurl you as if you were a sack of potatoes

Princess_Misaki: My scalp suddenly tightened, followed by an excruciating pain. "Ah! No..." I thought you were much more ruthless than me. You never seemed to care what my hair would look like after the match. I expected you to just punch me in the face or slap me a few times, but instead, you suddenly grabbed my shorts and lifted me up like a machine gun. My hair was pulled even harder... I almost started crying out. Then you dragged me around, looking for something. I watched helplessly as I charged headfirst into the surrounding barricades, not even having time to raise my arms to cushion the impact. "Boom..." I made a complete mess of everything around me. The wound that had just started to stop bleeding was now gushing again from the violent collision. I lay on the steel railing, writhing and groaning, my teeth gritted and grinding. I shouldn't be the only one enjoying this pain. I crawled toward a row of still‑intact barricades, trying to pull myself up by them.

Sara_León: I lean against the edge of the ring once I've let go of you, trying to catch my breath a little, and clenching my teeth as if that would somehow make the pain ease. I glance at you out of the corner of my eye as you try to get back to your feet again, bleeding even more, and tilt my head in frustration, backing up a little until I find a straight line to run at you, pointing at you with my index finger and muttering, "Come on, Misaki... Can't you stay on the ground for even one lousy minute???" And then, seeing you leaning against the barricade, I break into a run toward you, racing along the entire row of fans and letting out a roar, making a spectacular leap at the last moment, tucking my legs in and extending them quickly, trying to crush my boots into your chest with a dropkick against the barricade, not only intending to knock it down, but also to send you flying over it and crashing down among the fans

Princess_Misaki: I see the corner of your mouth twitching, as if you're saying something to me. I'm leaning against a billboard, gasping for breath. You're like a cavalryman, charging at me again and again with your remarkable athletic ability. You start to gather strength... accelerate! Yes, you're coming! When I see you leap high, stretching out your legs, I endure the pain throughout my body and crouch down as low as I can. In the flash of an instant, your target straight ahead is no longer me—it's the N.E.W. roadblock. After I dive to the ground, I immediately grab an advertising barrier nearby, using it like a folding chair, and swing it toward your direction, striking your back. I see many fans trying to reach out their arms, wanting to high-five you, or even just pat you aimlessly. "Take your hands back! She is mine!" I've never treated my fans like this in a race—though it's neither malicious nor rough—but when I go crazy, being cute has nothing to do with me.

Sara_León: My boots crash cleanly into the barricade, knocking it down instantly onto a group of fans who quickly move aside. I land on my back on top of it, among the fans, with a pained expression, frustrated at having missed the target and with my back aching. I quickly get onto all fours, seeing the fans' legs around me and looking for you... But your presence becomes obvious when I feel a brutal blow across my back, "AGHHHH!!!", which makes me arch it and fall face-first onto the barricade, while I tense every muscle in my body and clench my fists in rage as you drive away the fans approaching me, shouting out of your mind. I then try to take advantage of that brief moment to rise to my knees and swing my elbow toward your stomach in a quick motion, hoping at least to make you drop whatever you're holding in your hand that you hit me with

Princess_Misaki: I didn’t expect you to be able to jump right back into the fight in such a short time… I could clearly feel your elbow dig into my abdomen. It was like a broken spring—I doubled over, clutching my stomach, kneeling on the ground. The barrier in my hand dropped limply in front of me. I looked up, and it was as if we were longtime nemeses or mortal enemies locked in combat. All trace of the warmth I’d shown earlier was gone from my eyes. Gritting my teeth, reckless and determined, I faced you standing over me. I rammed my head into your abdomen—my forehead drenched in blood—smearing blood onto your sweat-soaked abs. Again and again I slammed into your stomach, trying to bring both of us crashing down onto the protective barrier beneath us.

Sara_León: My elbow connects and you fall to your knees beside me. I brush my hair away from my face, throwing it back as I slowly begin to get to my feet and grab you by the hair... Just before I feel your charge. Your skull driving into my stomach, leaving a red, dripping stain across my abs, while I bend forward with a gasp, not seeing the following blows coming. I let out a groan with every impact, stumbling backward on trembling legs, releasing your hair and tripping over the barricade, collapsing onto it on my back with you on top of me. I end up staring at the ceiling, seeing the excited faces of our fans around us, while I press a hand to my stomach, staining it with your blood as well and twisting my torso in agony

Princess_Misaki: I let out a low growl, pressing both hands down on your shoulders and pulling myself off you. If I had to find a word to describe our state, I think I'd choose "feral." I push the surrounding crowd away, grab you by the hair, and flip you over. Then I sit directly on your back, pulling your arms over my knees. With my arm, I forcibly lift your chin, bending your spine under pressure. I keep brushing your hair to the side, making your pained expression even more vivid. I pull your face up, forcing you to meet my eyes. "Are you already finished, Sara? Look at me! You're not that weak, are you? Have you guys remembered your princess? You won't get another chance to see such a crazy Misaki!" I scream at the fans, excited and crazy, while keeping up the relentless stretch on Sara.

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: I grit my teeth as I feel the pull on my hair while you drag me and leave me lying face down. Your full weight crushes my back, and I arch my arms just in time for you to trap them over your thighs, leaving me completely trapped and helpless. I feel your hands beginning to close around my chin and shake my head in pure panic before feeling the inevitable pull... "NNAAAGGGGHHHH!!" I let out a broken scream as my spine bends, my neck stretching until it becomes difficult to breathe, and my entire battered body protests under the strain. You brush my hair away from my face in a humiliating gesture, allowing all the fans, now far too close, to stare at me and take pictures. You arch my head back so far that I can see your face upside down as you mock me while speaking. I writhe uselessly as the referee approaches, watching closely for a submission but also telling you to get back into the ring, even though we all know he can't disqualify you...

Princess_Misaki: "Look! This poor Spanish girl can do nothing but scream! Let's see what else she can do!" I have never been so vicious in this arena—maybe because the stakes and rewards today are just too generous. When the referee came over, I had my finger up your nose, pressing down on it, forcing your face into a most humiliating position. "I haven't fought like this in years! Givo uppo?! You still have time!" I laughed as I did all this recklessly on your back. The referee came back and tentatively asked if I could return to the ring. "Referee, sir! Why disturb us? Or you could ask Sara—if she can answer you right now, haha! Hoyyya!" I leaned back hard again, yanking your back and chin, and began to wear down your will with the things I do best.

Sara_León: Your taunts begin to take on a personal tone, which I try to ignore. We are in the middle of the match, nerves and adrenaline running high, and I know all too well your playful spirit when you have your rivals subdued. I feel your finger crush against my nose and I close my eyes, letting out a growl, when suddenly you unleash your legendary "Givo uppo", which sends a terrible shiver through my entire skin, making me realize that I am trapped, motionless, enduring immense pain and at your mercy. The referee asks me if I give up, and I take a little while to answer, until he asks me a second time, and I reply with a trembling voice: "NO!! I DON'T GIVE UP!!!", at which point you lean back forcefully again, without calculating whether my body, much less flexible than yours, can really withstand that position, "AAYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEE!!!!"

Princess_Misaki: I heard your heart-wrenching cry, which distracted me a little and made me worry about your state. But that worry was quickly drowned out by the frantic cheers of the fans, and soon I grew displeased with your stubborn resistance. Pouting like a sulking child, I gave your chin one last tug, then hurled you forward onto the ground with force. I stepped forward, grabbed your hair, yanked you up from the floor, and forced you to follow me toward the ring. 'Come on, darling, at least make me feel tired...' I locked your head in a side headlock, tried to slam your forehead into the edge of the canvas, then threw you back into the ring from underneath the bottom rope.

Sara_León: I let out one last broken groan with your final tug, just before my forehead crashes against the ringside floor, feeling both pain and relief at the same time. But you don't let me rest for more than two seconds; I immediately feel your hands grabbing my hair and find myself dragged upward and forward, finally leaving that circle of fans. Your arm wraps around my head while my limp arms barely resist, and I see the ring rapidly approaching my field of vision, before --THHUDDD-- feeling the brutal impact of the edge of the ring against my forehead. My legs immediately give way, but you stop me from falling, lifting my nearly limp body and throwing it under the rope. I begin rolling toward the inside of the ring, voluntarily, wanting to get away from you, until I reach the center. I don't stop moving, but I am truly dazed and every movement is agonizing for my aching muscles, so I barely manage to start getting onto all fours before you arrive

Princess_Misaki: I quickly climbed up onto the ropes at the corner turnbuckle, making my way to the very top. I struggled to keep my balance, knowing that what I was about to do would be incredibly spectacular. Crouching carefully on the top rope, I was still in extreme pain from your knee just moments ago. I cautiously observed the angle, a sly smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Then, I stood up straight on the rope and pushed down hard, using the rebound to launch myself into the air. I traced a perfect parabolic arc with a midair flip. “Catch me, Sara! If you know what I’m doing! Hola!” This time, I aimed my body at your upper half, my arms reaching toward your stomach. I didn’t want your damned knee driving into my abs again. I braced myself to smother your face with my chest, while raising my elbow, hoping to squash your midsection like a deflating ball upon landing.

Sara_León: Before I begin to rotate, I hear you shout. I tilt my head just enough to see you already in full flight. It's too late for me. I try to lie completely flat and tuck my knees in again, but your target is different this time, and... "UUMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" Your chest crushes against my face, still sore from the impact against the edge of the ring, your elbow sinks into my midsection, crushing my lungs, taking my breath away. My entire body jerks brutally upward, my legs lift and fall, my arms remain stretched out to the sides, and my back begins to twist, feeling that agonizing lack of air travel through my entire body

Princess_Misaki: When your body was folded into a V-shape by my elbow, I had no intention of letting your leg land smoothly back on the canvas. I immediately pinned down your upper body and pulled up one of your legs. 'Referee, sir! Over here!' I shouted, calling the referee to notice the pin. With a satisfied smile, I was even ready to accept the cheers from the audience. The referee rushed over, trying to judge from under my chest whether your expression showed any signs of life or reaction. 'Start the count already! What are you doing, sir? If you like this view so much, I promise I'll send you an autographed photo!' I complained, annoyed by the referee's distraction. 'ONE…!' When he finally realized what he was supposed to be doing, his palm slapped hard against the canvas… 'TWO!………' I was just moments away from claiming that coveted title that I'd been dreaming of.

Sara_León: One of my legs doesn't fall to the canvas. I feel your arm hook it, keeping it raised, while I hear you arguing with the referee from far away. As if my ears were plugged. My face twists against your chest, desperately searching for a gap through which I can breathe, my features pressed against your sweaty skin. Everything is spinning, but the sound of the impact against the canvas is unmistakable. Panic takes hold of me, but I'm not able to move instantly. The dizziness, the lack of oxygen, the intense pain coursing through my entire body make it so that I can only give a small spasm beneath your body before hearing the second impact against the canvas. That's when I manage to activate my arms, mostly free, and push one of your shoulders from below, getting you off me at the same time as I raise my arm and shoulder in a desperate kickout!!

Princess_Misaki: I was suddenly pushed hard by you, which left me stunned. “You stubborn little girl…” I lay on my back on the canvas, grinding my teeth in complaint. My offense had been almost one-sided for the past twenty minutes, and I had no idea how you managed to endure so much pain. Now I lay in my own sweat, breathing heavily, covering my face and staring up at the overhead lights. For a moment I felt dazed — I didn’t know what more I could do to make you completely submit. Right beside you, I could hear your gasps mixed with moans… You’ve turned me into a weary, exhausted sadist, and I’m starting to feel lost. I try to get up, to my feet…

Sara_León: I manage to get you off me and my arm falls to my side, while I remain completely sprawled out, my chest rising and falling, beginning to catch my breath between broken gasps, sweat sliding over my skin onto the canvas, my hair messy and disheveled, part of it stuck to my face, unable to move for several seconds. I'm still in the match, after all. I close my eyes and try to focus my thoughts on the title. On that coveted championship... But my thoughts drift to you, to that relentlessness. You've dominated most of the match, so why would that change? My resilience isn't going to win me the title, and you seem more aggressive with every passing second. I clench my fists, trying to feel my strength return. I hear the crowd chanting, cheering for both of us, which gives me some encouragement. And then I see you begin to get up... While I remain lying down, letting the stadium lights blind me, trying to use every second of rest to recover my aching body

Princess_Misaki: I stood up slowly, weighed down by confusion and a wild obsession for battle. I took a deep breath, then exhaled long and hard toward the blinding lights overhead. Walking to the edge of the ring, I placed my hands on the top rope. I knew you were seizing this moment to catch your breath, and I needed that chance too. Even though I got to my feet before you, I'd spent just as much energy as you had. I looked down at the screaming, cheering crowd. Among them was an Asian girl, her eyes wide open as she stared at my battered face. She was wearing the mask from my first NEW match—I could see her stunned expression right through it. She probably never imagined how terrifying her idol sister could look right now. I focused my gaze on her face and the non‑alcoholic sparkling water in her hand. "Would you share that with me, little cutie…" I tried to smile, to look less frightening. She seemed a bit dazed, then nodded and struggled to toss the glass bottle up to me, her eyes timid. I picked it up, then turned back to look at you, still gasping on the canvas. "Thank you, sweetheart. If I bring that belt home tonight, you're my number one helper…" I winked at the girl, then ripped off the seal roughly and poured the icy liquid over my head. My mind instantly became clearer and more determined, even though the wound on my forehead began to throb viciously from the shock. "Ahhh! Fuck! That's amazing…" I shivered and grew frenzied from the cold. Then, holding the bottle like a club, I turned and started walking toward you. "Better run now, Sara… here I come…" I grinned and closed in on you.

Sara_León: I finally manage to start moving. My breathing now somewhat regulated, my senses working again... And every muscle in my body still burning. I slowly roll over, pressing my forearms into the canvas and managing to get onto all fours. I brush my hair away from my face only to see you splash your face with a clear liquid and then approach me with the bottle in your hand, your expression threatening and unhinged, and your voice intimidatingly sweet. I blink twice, trying to focus my attention on you, waiting for you to get close enough before dropping my hips to the canvas and rotating my entire body, extending my legs and trying to strike both of your ankles with them, looking to take you down unexpectedly

Princess_Misaki: "Ah... fuck... I had already planned how to smash this bottle over your head as revenge... but then you suddenly kicked my feet. Never being used to wearing boots, the protection on my calves was far from enough. I stumbled, lurched forward, and the bottle fell onto the canvas and rolled away. I scrambled to my feet and rushed toward where the bottle had rolled. It wasn't that I needed this damned little thing to give me any sense of confidence—it was that I didn't want you to get another convenient weapon right away... I half-squatted, using my body to block you behind me, then lunged forward, hoping to grab that bottle..."

Sara_León: As soon as I can, I get to my feet, staggering a little but with the urgency of stopping you. I see you get up and run toward the bottle, conveniently crouching so that I can't stop you from picking it up... But giving me the perfect opportunity. I approach from behind, wrapping my arms around your waist just as you try to lunge forward, clasping my wrists with my hands at the height of your navel. I let out a heart-rending groan as I bend my knees and try to pull my arms upward and backward, pressing my chest against your back and trying to lift you off the canvas and catapult you backward over me, looking to slam you onto your back with a German Suplex!

Sara_León:

Princess_Misaki: As I scrambled forward on all fours, chasing after my weapon, I felt a powerful force lasso around me like a rope, and I was yanked backward. No... it wasn't just stopping me from moving forward—I felt my stomach being squeezed so tightly I could hardly breathe. My feet slowly lifted off the ground. I heard the sound of you gritting your teeth and straining. I began to flail my arms in panic. "No... don't..." My legs kicked wildly, and I watched as my field of vision started to spin...

Sara_León: -BOOOOOM!!!- I feel your body slam onto the canvas on its back as my arms release you and I fall backward as well, remaining sprawled there. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to get up and go after you, but I'm genuinely out of breath. After a few seconds, I manage to roll across the canvas until I pass under the bottom rope, grabbing your bottle along the way and dropping down to the ringside floor, standing but leaning against the edge of the ring. I get down on my knees and lift the ring apron, beginning to search for objects and weapons to use against you. I pull out a metal chair and slide it under the bottom rope, then do the same with a bag of marbles, a long rope, and finally a wooden door

Princess_Misaki: As my vision spun wildly, I felt my shoulder and neck slammed onto the canvas at the same time. "Grrr...." I couldn't even let out a cry under that tremendous force—just a dull, low groan... I writhed and struggled on the canvas in pain, feeling it tremble nonstop. I had no attention to spare for what you were doing. I tried to tough it out and get back up on the canvas, to kick you right in the bridge of the nose, but the truth was that every breath I took now carried the metallic taste of blood. I felt completely alone. Then suddenly, something slid onto the canvas and bumped into my arm. I struggled to turn my head and saw the most terrifying weapon I had ever laid eyes on in the ring in my entire life... I desperately tried to fight my way back to my feet. Gritting through the pain, I rolled toward the edge of the ring, hoping to grab the ropes and pull myself up...

Sara_León: Once I've finished sliding all the objects into the ring, I glance over at you and see you struggling to get back to your feet. That gives me a bit of encouragement, knowing you're more or less as messed up as I am, so with somewhat renewed energy, I take a small hop and climb back into the ring, grabbing the rope and beginning to wrap it around my hand as I approach you, forming an improvised whip with it... "Come on, Misaki... Don't be afraid..." I whisper to you, tightening my fist around the coiled rope and planting my boots firmly on the canvas as I reach your level, drawing my arm back and trying to lash the rope at full speed into your side, looking to punish you with a brutal improvised whip strike

Princess_Misaki: "AHHH......." I didn’t have the energy left to watch what you were doing. I could only tell your plan from the trembling of the canvas and your words... I heard you tell me not to be afraid, but I couldn’t tell if it was some twisted comfort or the beginning of a threat. Then I felt a burning sensation on my side—like a fiery python had slithered across me. It started as a numb sting, then exploded instantly. A pinkish mark quickly appeared on one side of my body. I couldn’t stop my hand from clutching my side. The searing pain made me let go of the ropes I had just grabbed. I fell to my knees on the canvas again, sweat dripping from the ends of my hair. "Come on... hurry... Sara... I haven’t given up yet..." I knew the agony had dulled my will a bit. Even though I’d have to leave looking like a loser, I didn’t want to end as a punching bag. Besides, I still had the heart of a champion—it’s just that my body was too battered... I gritted my teeth and struggled to my feet once more...

Sara_León: I let out a sigh of relief when you fall to your knees in front of me, slowly feeling the hope that I might be able to break you growing inside me. However, you provoke me and try to get back to your feet, to which I respond by attempting to lash you with the rope a second time. "STAY DOWN!!" I shout at you desperately

Princess_Misaki: "Ahhhhh!!!" Even I could tell my own scream was heartbreaking. You lashed the rope across my body again. The pain stripped me of any ability to resist. Clutching my stomach, I collapsed back onto the canvas. The friction had scraped the skin around my ribs, and dark red bruises began to show. "No!!" I cried out in futile protest. Lying on the canvas, I reached out with one hand to grab your ankle, trying to pull you down.

Sara_León: You fall right at my feet and, just as I'm about to hit you again, I feel your hand clamp firmly around my ankle. I immediately feel myself losing balance, but I think as fast as I can and deliberately drop down beside you with a plan already in mind. I try to trap the arm you're using to grab my ankle between my legs, making sure you remain pinned face-down, while with the rope in my hand I try to slide it right across your mouth, looking to suddenly pull on both ends of the rope and wrench your head backward off the canvas in a completely improvised crossface!!

Princess_Misaki: "Kkk... emmmms!!!" As if trying to tame a wild horse, you pull the rope tight. My arm is bent back and trapped between your thighs. My head is yanked back violently. I shake my head in despair and reluctance, letting out muffled whimpers. My free arm slams hard against the canvas, venting my pain. I try to crawl forward and grab the rope, but I forget that this match has no rope break. More importantly, every inch I move, the dislocation and stretching sensation in my shoulder blade causes me excruciating pain. My neck and spine tremble. I really am like a horse, firmly held by you. At the same time, gasping for breath, I suddenly bite down on the rope, clenching it between my teeth—savage and primal. This not only eases the pressure a lot but also makes it easier for me to exert strength. My saliva, mixed with blood from my mouth, drips from the corner of my lips. Still, I desperately drag myself toward the edge of the ring, enduring the pain in my arm and the brutal pressure from you. I growl low, tears glistening in my eyes, doing my best not to let my last shred of will crumble in the face of hopelessness.

Sara_León: I pull savagely backward on the rope, crossing my legs to keep you pinned firmly to the canvas and gritting my teeth with the effort. I hear you groaning, and all I want is for one of those groans to bring the match to an end, so I begin shouting at you: "SUBMIT, MISAKI!! SUBMIT OR I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF, DO YOU HEAR ME?? IT'S OVER!!" But my words only seem to encourage you to keep dragging yourself across the canvas toward the ropes. The rope begins to slip through my hands because of the sweat as I try to stretch your neck, bend your back, and apply pressure beyond what your body can endure, my face twisted with desperation, seeking to break your resistance once and for all

Sara_León:

Princess_Misaki: I feel your hands slipping. The rope doesn't seem as rough and sturdy as before. Instead, you're firecely pulling upward with all your strength, wrenching my head and spine. With my free hand, I thrash wildly upward, hissing like a wild bull. If I could grab even a single strand of your beautiful brown curly hair, I wouldn't hesitate to yank it downward, slamming your face—now wearing that proud and terrifying expression—straight into my forehead... As I try to find a grip on your hair, the slight easing of tension on my mouth allows me to turn my head and look back at those weapons you tossed into the ring...

Sara_León: "AAMMPPHHHH!!!" My nose crashes into your forehead in a sudden yank of my hair, making the impact sound dry and forceful. My hands immediately release the rope, freeing you, and move to my face, while my entire body arches backward and I lose the grip of my legs on your arm, remaining only partially on your back in a howl of pain with both hands on my nose

Princess_Misaki: My head suddenly spun, and then you let out a scream. I quickly arched my back to bounce you off, making you leave my back… My body also began to feel exhausted and sluggish from overexertion. There's no way I could pull off any fancy high throws or flying kicks now… I slowly crawled onto your back… "Come here, Sara… If we're lucky, you can get some rest…" I tried to lock you onto the canvas with an RNC, my hands slowly grabbing your shoulders and neck, gradually forming that dreaded rope. But my legs could only flop haphazardly over you, unable to secure your waist properly… Sweat poured from my head next to your ear, and my gasps were as loud as an old-fashioned bellows…

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: You make me roll across the canvas until I'm face down, my hands still on my nose, when I begin to feel your body crawling over mine like a damn boa constrictor, sticky and strong, feeling your arms wrap around my neck and press against my throat and shoulders, beginning to subject me to one of my signature moves. I begin to open my mouth between muffled groans while you whisper to me and begin to immobilize me, feeling that sudden danger that scares me so much. If you manage to keep me from moving, the match is over for me. Luckily, your legs fail to fully lock in the submission, and I writhe across the canvas like an animal in danger and desperate, extending my hands until one of them manages to reach the bottle that you yourself brought into the ring. I don't even think twice, I swing my arm upward with all my strength, trying to smash your forehead again with another glass bottle, hoping to free myself from you that way

Princess_Misaki: "Crack!" A crisp sound of shattering glass exploded on my forehead… My head suddenly dropped and slammed heavily onto your shoulder. My head had been knocked down again and again tonight, struck viciously by glass—this time I didn't even cry out. Pain was no longer an issue at all; at least it let me feel that I still existed. My head grew groggy and dizzy, and in my sight your beautiful face and the ceiling light began to spin. In that instant, I lost all my muscle strength and went limp like a corpse, losing focus right there on your back…

Sara_León: I feel your arm automatically stop exerting pressure on my throat, your head falls onto my shoulder, and your whole body becomes completely limp on my back, while the crowd begins to murmur, expectant. I try to move, twisting in slow movements until I manage to get you off me and roll you over until you are lying on your back. I crawl over you perpendicularly, my belly against yours, while I trap one of your legs and lift it into the air, letting the referee do his job and begin the count: “ONE!!....”

Princess_Misaki: My senses were already in chaos all over my body, but my hearing remained surprisingly sharp. "One!" I heard the referee's voice, excited and expectant, ringing right next to my ear. Then I felt a slight tremor on my back from the canvas being slapped... "Grrrrr..." I finally let out a heavy breath. I had to wake my body up. "Two!" This time, the sensation on my back was even clearer. The referee solemnly announced the second count, and his voice began to grow noisy again in my mind... I felt our hot, slick, sweaty abdominals pressing against each other, and my legs being lifted off the ground by you in an uncomfortable position. I wanted to struggle free, but my core strength needed time... You probably didn't know I was already recovering. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the referee raising his hand high! No! This won't do... not yet... I moved my fingers—a cold touch came from my fingertips... it was the metal support frame of a chair. Just as the referee's hand was about to come down and declare my defeat, I used every ounce of strength in my body, grabbed the chair, and swung it toward myself, slamming its entire flat surface against your head and onto you...

Sara_León: “BAAAAAAMM” I only see a flash as the chair suddenly crashes against my skull. The metal bends against my bones, my senses shut down for a few seconds, my arm loses its strength in an instant, letting your leg fall back down, while an intense pain begins to grow second by second, from my head through my entire nervous system. My body remains lying there, belly against belly, perpendicular to you, completely motionless, only breathing in gasps and noticing how my heartbeat begins to slow down. I can’t see anything; I only hear the sound of the metal against my head echoing endlessly in my mind, while my forehead rests against the canvas and I slowly try to regain my bearings and some of my senses

Princess_Misaki: You and I have fallen into the same situation. The referee jumps up, flashing a "two" sign to the crowd. I push hard against your shoulders, shoving you off my stomach. Suddenly I get this feeling—my suffering has never stopped since the moment I decided to challenge you for the title. There's only one way to end this pain: make you submit completely to me, submit to a victory born of near destruction. I shake my head to clear it a little. The dried blood on my face looks terrifying under the overhead lights. Slowly, I get up, gasping for air, and stare at the thing on the mat that I've come to blame for everything. I plant one foot on the back of your head, pressing your face firmly into the canvas. Then I look around... bend down and grab that slightly bent folding chair. "I gave you a chance, Sara... but I guess you didn't need it..." I hold the chair in one hand and shout toward the camera... "If your little bad girl, Sara, ends up paralyzed in this ring today, you'll have a brand new champion princess!" I smash the chair against your spine again, bending it even more out of shape. "I don't think I've ever treated you like this before..." I grab your hair and whisper in your ear. Then, holding the chair, I drag you toward the ring ropes.

Sara_León: I feel your shove as you push yourself out from under me, leaving me lying face down, still seeing stars and with my senses dulled, barely able to move. I begin to regain feeling when I suddenly feel your foot starting to press my skull from behind, crushing my cheek against the canvas, deforming my face and cruelly reigniting the pain from the chair shot, forcing me to let out a sharp groan of pain while... Are you threatening to leave me paralyzed? A knot forms in my stomach as I realize this is no longer the heat of the match. You mean it. The palm of my hand strokes the canvas, feeling the temptation to surrender before you can commit any madness. Losing the title is one thing, and losing my entire career is another. But my thoughts are interrupted by a new burst of pain in my back... "AAAANGGGRRRHHHHH!!" The metal chair EXPLODES against my spine, deforming as my whole body convulses in pain, arching instinctively before you grab me by the hair and whisper a new threat in my ear. I can't think clearly, only groan and writhe in pain and panic, while you begin dragging me across the canvas as if I were human wreckage... As the crowd begins to cheer for you... And I begin to feel a terrible darkness stalking my spirit

Princess_Misaki: The LED screen overhead clearly captured my expression. I was now a hundred percent sadist. My purpose here seemed to be nothing but pure destruction and ruin… Grinning wickedly, I dragged you toward the ropes, pushed your head through the top rope, and let the rope wedge against the back of your neck. Then I forced you to kneel on the canvas. I placed my feet on the backs of your thighs, bending your knees backward, hooking your insteps over my thighs. "I think you've heard of the ceiling hold… but I'm not asking for your opinion anymore. Let me see how much longer your pathetic spine can hold up. Oh, and… if your cervical spine is strong enough, maybe you'll still have the strength to moan." I whispered in your ear without hesitation that I was going to tear you apart. "Come on! NEWS! Cheer for me!" Almost at the same time, I took that barely recognizable folding chair, slipped its hollow frame over your neck, and used the steel tube of the frame in place of my hand to choke you. I yanked the folding chair backward with all my strength, simultaneously throwing my own weight back. In that same deformed "chair-ceiling hold," I hung you like a sandbag from the ropes! "Heyaaa! Hola! Hola! Hola! … Sara! I've finally waited for this day!" I was completely immersed in the frenzy of combat. Your spine was bent backward into a terrifying C-shape. If you weren't a trained fighter, this move alone would have put you in the hospital for a month. My weight combined with the elasticity of the ropes was enough to tear your skin and make your spine groan in agony. I was like a beast that had spotted its prey, licking my lips and venting my animal lust without restraint… All the good memories were thrown out of my mind. I now had only one goal: to hear your heart-wrenching screams and make you beg for mercy from me…

Sara_León: You manipulate my body with terrifying ease. I pass beneath the bottom rope and you force me upright, leaving me kneeling with my back pressed against the ropes and my entire torso outside the ring, facing the fans cheering for you. You pull my head backward, making it pass over the top rope, forcing me to stare at the ceiling, while you hook my legs with yours, leaving my knees planted on the canvas. I begin to struggle, to writhe, to shake my head no, hearing your deranged voice, the crowd's encouragement, and feeling the cold metal of that deformed chair begin to pass over my head, hooking around my throat... "No... No, Misaki... Please.... NO!! WAIT!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The yank of the chair backward causes an explosion of pain and suffering throughout my entire body. My legs hooked with yours, my stomach stretched and exposed, showing my abs stained by your blood and my sweat, my chest opened, my spine twisted into a C-shape, my throat crushed by the metal digging into my skin, the back of my neck trapped between the chair and the top rope, my hair falling backward, my eyes wide open and blinded by the ceiling lights. Only my arms flail erratically, trying desperately to grab the chair, while I use every gram of energy to scream in panic and pain... "GGGGHHGHGHGHHHGH!!! HEEEELPPPGHHH!!"

Princess_Misaki: My eyes blazed with excitement as if about to spit fire. I had never found your moans and pleas so beautiful and intoxicating. This move—I've hardly ever used it in an official match. To be honest, I no longer care what severe aftereffects might remain after this. Only endless violence and torture can satisfy my bloodthirsty heart right now. "Look! All you fake fans! Isn't anyone coming up to take pictures?" I gave the rope a few harder shakes, letting the elastic pull continue to torment every bent joint of yours. "So you're still holding on... you just refuse to admit defeat, is that it?" Suddenly, I released your legs, letting you fall to your knees at the edge of the ring. I tossed that old, battered chair down to the floor, grabbed your hair, and pulled you toward me. I leaned in close to your ear, forcing you to face the audience from the outer edge of the ring. My whisper was soft—not loud—but more than enough to shatter your fragile nerves right now. "Lift your head and look, Sara. All these people are here to witness their new princess queen. And you, Sara... I will step right over your pathetic body to take that belt. Oh, and one more thing. Take a good look at the crowd down there. Open your eyes wide... you know who I mean. It seems I still haven't found her here—along with her new little lover. Looks like you'll have to stay here, alone, as a loser." I began to laugh—low, sinister, unhinged.

Sara_León: Each shake makes the ropes dig into my body and the chair into my throat with greater cruelty. I can feel you draining every ounce of my energy, leaving me with no escape. I have the option to submit now, to end this, but the fear of losing again grips my soul and makes me endure the pain and punishment. You taunt me for refusing to submit, and then you release me, removing the chair from my neck but pulling my reddish-brown hair toward you, leaving me just as arched, my hair disheveled, drenched in sweat, and trembling from head to toe. And then you whisper. And you attack me. I feel your words stripping my soul bare. I feel you pouring gasoline onto my fears and setting them ablaze. The entire NEW crowd watching you dominate me for a second time, watching you triumph again, this time with the title. The terrible image of your boot on my chest while you raise the belt in victory becomes lodged in my mind like a promise. And then... You force me to look into the crowd, and you don't even say her name. As if you had read my mind at the start of the match, you remind me that nobody is at ringside or in the audience for me. That my best friend isn't here with me tonight. That nobody is by my side. That all my effort and suffering have been for nothing. And when you call me a loser and laugh, I realize that I won't even have you. Any hope of having you as a source of support during this dark period vanishes, dissolving into that disturbing laughter. You came here to hurt me, and you've succeeded. And now I'm arched against the ropes of the ring, subdued, dominated, and beaten by you in front of a crowd that doesn't support me, in a federation where I no longer truly have anyone. And suddenly everything feels empty. And tears begin to run across my face in both directions, my gaze unfocused and my breathing broken into ragged gasps, crushed beneath helplessness, loneliness, and failure

Princess_Misaki: Watching tears fall from your eyes, during this one minute in the ring, I didn't feel a single trace of guilt. A Misaki who seemed to come from hell had taken over this body. At that moment, I laughed triumphantly, as if mocking a schoolchild who had forgotten their homework and got scolded by the teacher. You were now hopelessly trapped in that rope, looking utterly pathetic. I licked my lips, as if your pain was the best stimulant for my heart. I remembered our first match, that rope-assisted roundhouse kick that almost decided everything. I rubbed my toes against the mat a few times, planning to use the same move again. I stepped back to the other side of the ring, aiming at your body. "Misaki is about to be crowned queen!" After an exaggerated scream, I started sprinting forward, intending to use that perfect roundhouse again to make your nose bleed once more. Suddenly, a name and a smirking face flashed through my mind—Mayumi... Had everything I shown in this match... carried a trace of her? My thoughts began to get a little chaotic, but I still charged forward without hesitation...

Sara_León: As soon as you let me go, I really can't stay on my knees. I see you heading to the other side of the ring, but I find myself collapsing onto the edge of the ring, and as I do so I use the strength I have left to roll and let myself fall to the ringside floor, avoiding the kick. The impact against the floor is dull and painful. I remain lying there with my limbs folded against each other and my cheek resting on the floor, crying nonstop. From pain, from agony, from suffering, from loneliness, from frustration, from hopelessness, from despair, from panic, from fear, from uncertainty. Just a humiliated human wreck on the verge of defeat and physical and mental collapse

Sara_León:

Princess_Misaki: As I began to charge forward, I saw you tumble onto the floor beneath the ring. I wouldn’t let reckless attacks disrupt my plan. As I reached the ropes at the edge of the ring, I leapt up, grabbed the top rope, then straightened up, looking down at you, who were almost completely broken. I spread my arms wide, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. They had no idea what had just happened here, no idea how the weight of those words was even more brutal than that steel chair. “I’m finally going to beat you again, Sara.” I lifted my head to gaze at the championship belt hanging above the ring, a symbol of honor. If you were struggling in hell right now, then I was in heaven, fantasizing about everything that would come after I won that belt. I pointed at you and shouted, “Quit now! Or else you won’t even have a chance to get timely medical help!” It was hard to imagine that in just half an hour, I had turned from a gentle, refined wrestler into something close to a despised villain. I began to feel a hint of surprise and doubt about my own identity. Watching you writhe in pain on the ground, a shred of sober conscience made me question whether this morbid satisfaction of mine was truly appropriate.

Sara_León: Give up? It sounds comforting, in a way. Poetic. Giving up here, just like that. No submission, no pin. I only have to say the words and everything will be over. Nobody will care. Or worse, everyone will use it against me. Because everyone is against me. My pride hurts, but I really don't know what to do to save it. The seconds you leave me alone are enough for me to compose myself a little, but I don't even make the effort to move. I haven't said anything, but for all practical purposes I have given up. I don't want to get up, I don't want to keep making an effort. The fight isn't worth it anymore. Too much suffering, too much strength wasted. And it is at that moment, when I have nothing left, that I manage to free myself from everything. The desire not to be alone? It no longer matters. The desire to win? It doesn't matter. The desire to look good in front of others? It doesn't matter. And it is that emptiness that makes me begin to move like a robot, with a vacant stare. I stop listening to the crowd, and all the pains in my body begin to subside. I slowly get onto all fours and slide my hand under the ring apron, slowly pulling out the first object I find from it, a kendo stick. If I truly have nothing left, that also means something beautiful: I have nothing to lose either

Princess_Misaki: I was feeling complacent about what I had done, yet also confused—I didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but it was clearly working wonders for that championship belt. However, my smile slowly froze on my face as I watched you struggling to get up from the mat, your expression as ruthless and cold as a robot's. I had no idea what was going through your mind at that moment. Were you really some kind of alien, groping under the ring apron? "You never know how to reflect or think twice! What else are you trying to find under that filthy ring apron!?" Anger and impatience began rising in me again. I suddenly felt like you were becoming a problem for me once more—a stumbling block on my road to the championship. I stepped off the ropes, feeling ashamed and awkward about this self-righteous victory. I couldn't believe you could transform in such a short time. I smoothly rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope and tried to reach for the kendo stick you had just grabbed, attempting to snatch it from your hands...

Sara_León: I hold the kendo stick in my trembling arms, staring at you with cold fury as I watch you approach me. You lunge at me too quickly, grabbing the stick before I can attack you with it and beginning to struggle with me over it. I quickly realize that you're not going to let go of it easily, so I remain firm for a few more seconds, trying to wear you down, before suddenly releasing the stick, hoping that the sudden pull will make you lose your balance backward. At the same time, I rotate my hips and extend my leg upward, attempting to CRUSH my boot into your face with a sudden superkick!

Princess_Misaki: I mistakenly thought you were on the verge of collapse and would easily lose your will to fight, but I was still too self-righteous. It took me far longer than I expected to disarm you, and suddenly you let go, one hand at a time. I was struggling stubbornly to pull the kendo stick, and the immense inertia made me hold on to it, but I stumbled backward uncontrollably… I tried to grab onto something with both hands, but at that moment, the wooden stick became my burden… Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before my eyes. A violent pain exploded in my jaw, my body went rigid for a moment, and the last thing I saw was your leg landing perfectly and balanced on the ground… I fell straight backward. My spine slammed onto the outer edge of the ring, and I collapsed in a sorry state, sitting on the floor with my mind in a daze, leaning against the lower frame of the ring, gasping for breath.

Sara_León: I feel a surge of energy run through my leg and my entire body, revitalizing me, but that doesn't stop me from collapsing onto the edge of the ring, without actually falling, though with my legs trembling and my arms completely resting on the canvas, as well as my head. I glance at you out of the corner of my eye and see you sitting beside me, panting like an animal. I clench my fists, letting myself be guided now only by pure instinct, and crouch down to pick up the kendo stick from the floor. I extend it until the tip touches your chin, and push it upward, forcing you to raise your gaze. "You're a fucking mental case, Misaki..." I whisper to you, a thought verbalized almost unconsciously, a release for which I feel no remorse. My gaze remains cold. I am no longer seeking heroism, or victory, or survival, or acceptance. I simply let myself be carried along now. If the title cannot be mine, let it be because my body has already stopped functioning. Having said that, I pull it away from your face and grab one end with both hands, raising it into the air before letting out a lioness's roar and trying to begin striking you with it. With fury, rage, desperation, and no control

Princess_Misaki: I felt my chin forcibly lifted, and as my gaze rose, I saw a cold, merciless face—the same expression as when we first met. You stood tall before me, looking down like a master selecting a slave… “We… we’re both mad! Sara!” I laughed maniacally at you, almost hysterically, even though the situation was far from optimistic… “You and I both know what it feels like to be abandoned. I will fill myself with one so-called crazy victory after another… And you—you’re just like a crying little girl. You don’t dare to say a single word more when you’re abandoned, when you’ve been wronged time and again… You… Ahhhhh!” I was still roaring at you with furious malice when your kendo stick came down from the air. The wood let out a dry, creaking crack as it struck my forehead. I fell to the floor, clutching my head. I could not beg for mercy. I had already held out through the entire night. Even if I were to die on this very spot, my last words would be roars and howls! “Come on, Sara! You coward! Aaahhh…” The searing pain and dizziness made me writhe on the ground, unable even to find where your next blow would fall.

Sara_León: I keep hitting you. Again and again. On the head, on the back, on the side, on the thighs. Out of control, exhausted, with tears still in my eyes. As if you alone represented all my pain and all my frustrations. My legs give way and I end up falling to my knees beside you, but I hit you three more times with the stick before throwing it aside and remaining there, sitting on my knees, panting nonstop, feeling powerless but liberated in a certain way. I wipe the tears from my eyes and face, hearing that last word of yours in my head, tormenting me and echoing through me. Coward, coward, coward. The tears start flowing again against my will, but this time I grit my teeth with pure hatred in my gaze, and I grab you by the hair. I yank it upward hard and grab your trunks, forcing you up onto the ring and making you roll under the bottom rope.

Princess_Misaki: Under your repeated blows, I kept rolling on the ground, unable to stop. At first, it was just pain in my flesh, but eventually my body began to go numb from the wooden torture… Until your last three strikes—I could feel you wielding it like an axe, each swing exhausting your strength… Tears streamed down my face from the agony… I grimaced in pain, not even knowing which part of me to tend to first. I was covered in bruises and scratches, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet… “Grrrr…” A searing pain shot through my scalp again… You tossed me into the ring like grabbing a piece of luggage… I tumbled across the canvas several times… then lay on my back, gasping for air, the spotlight blinding me… A kind of post-rage exhaustion and grievance began to eat away at my nerves… My extreme arrogance about the outcome of this fight began to slip into confusion.

Sara_León: I crawl under the ropes as well, and I see that you aren't moving. I could try it now. Try to make you submit. But I need to make sure that I have truly punished you as much as I am capable of. Dragging my feet across the canvas, I head over to the wooden door and lift it, moving to a corner and placing it diagonally on the top ropes. Then I crouch down to pick up the bag of marbles, and empty its contents right beneath the door. The crowd shouts excitedly, and that stirs a small flame of happiness within me. That happiness I only feel in the ring, in the middle of the action, with the adrenaline and the fans. That happiness that lately I only felt during entrances. Now it is only me, the crowd, the ring... and my victim. A complete stranger to whom I owe nothing, my only target and obstacle. I bend down slightly over you and rub my hand across your bloodied face, staining my entire palm with it... And bringing it to my own face, smearing it across in a macabre and theatrical way, giving myself a terrifying appearance beneath my sadistic, crazed, and merciless smile. I lick my lips before bending down again and grabbing you by the hair, violently pulling it until I lift you up and try to place your head between my thighs, while I lean my torso over your back and begin wrapping my arms around your abdomen...

Princess_Misaki: The roar of the cheering crowd slightly stirred my consciousness, but I still couldn't move. I knew I had to get up, yet I found my arms couldn't even support my body. The way you used those weapons made me suffer endlessly. Your palm roughly rubbed against my face, reigniting the pain in my wounds. "Ughhh… What are you doing?!" When I saw you smearing my blood across your face with a terrible smile, as if putting on a mask—like a fallen angel from hell—and when my gaze fell upon the marbles scattered all over the floor and the wooden door covered in barbs, I began to feel fear. A sense of luckness still made me unwilling to give up at that moment. Until you grabbed my hair and shoved my head between your legs. I struggled helplessly… "No… no, Sara! Let go of me…" Your arms had already wrapped around my abs, squeezing out the last bit of air from me. I could only desperately hold onto your thighs, praying that my grip and weight would keep me on the canvas and prevent you from lifting me up… It seemed the berserk buff I had borrowed from the devil was slowly slipping away. I started to feel exhausted. The fading adrenaline caused a sudden, tearing pain all over my body. I could even feel your quadriceps twitching with excitement against my cheek… "Ughhh… Don't do this, Sara… I…"

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I feel you heavy in my arms. I make a small attempt to pull upward, but you're clinging tightly to my thighs, letting your weight keep me from lifting you. I move across the canvas with you between my legs, my forearms sinking into your abdomen while the crowd roars louder and louder, this time demanding that I drive your body through the door. I hear your pleas, and they make me feel... good. I take a couple of breaths, gathering energy from my entire body, and grit my teeth, almost grinding them, before unleashing the burst of effort. I pull my arms upward and manage to lift your feet off the canvas, flipping you through the air until I manage to leave you sitting on my shoulders. My forehead presses against your abs while my hands grip your hips. My legs tremble, making you tremble up there as well, while some fans begin to rise to their feet, watching me slowly and unsteadily walk toward the corner. Once there, I manage to say out loud: "Time to cross the gates of hell, you sick fucking bitch," just before throwing you forward and downward, trying to hit you with a powerbomb onto the wooden door, looking to drive you through it and make you fall directly onto the sea of marbles spread across the canvas!

Princess_Misaki: "Ahhhhhhh!" With the instant crack of the wooden plank breaking, my back snapped it in two. Before the pain in my back muscles could even register from the contraction, you smashed me onto the canvas littered with marbles. My back felt as if it had been blasted by a shotgun—marbles bounced violently off the ring, scattering and rolling in every direction. "My back! Ah..." The hard, spherical glass couldn't be shattered at all. My spine slammed perfectly into an unyielding curve of force. There were still some marbles beneath me, and I struggled clumsily on top of them, trying to swing my arms and crawl farther away, but I couldn't advance an inch across the canvas. I could barely manage to flip myself over, lying prone on the relatively smoother part of the canvas. Now the audience could see the bloodstains from the wooden splinters on my back, along with the bruising and swelling from the violent impact. I gritted my teeth so hard I could barely utter a word. I had lost all sense of right and wrong. The pain made me acutely aware of what I had just done—and that this was the punishment I deserved. Your crimson face radiated an unprecedented sense of domination. Inch by inch, I began crawling away from you.

Sara_León: The blow is absolutely brutal. And yet, you keep moving. Under any other circumstances it would drive me to despair. But I truly already feel like an automaton, and I know that if you move I simply have to keep trying to make you stop doing so, regardless of what's at stake. If I pass out from the effort, my suffering will be over. The good thing is that you're not talking anymore, and I remind you of that, approaching you and grabbing you by the hair, dragging you across the canvas without even allowing you to get to your feet: "You're not saying anything anymore, Misaki? Don't you have any more witty jokes to make? Have you run out of stupid bullshit?" I don't even let you answer; as soon as you reach the center of the ring I leave you sitting there while I wrap my left arm around your left arm, anchoring it behind your back and pressing my chest against it, wrapping your throat with my right arm, and trying to clasp my own hands at shoulder height, attempting to submit you with my fearsome crossface chickenwing!!

Princess_Misaki: "Grrrrr!!!!" My neck was forcibly stretched and twisted, my arm pressed tightly against my own back by you, and my legs began thrashing wildly. "Let go! Let me go, Sara! You're going to regret this!" The sharp pain in my forehead and the aching soreness in my joints made me scream and struggle desperately. I tried to reach up and grab your hair to pull you off, but my arms couldn't reach that high. Hearing your vicious words, a surge of resentment and humiliation washed over me. I struggled more and more fiercely, but found I couldn't move an inch from this position. My vision began to blur with tears from the suffocation. My hands clutched desperately at your attire behind my back, trying to make you release me... I started coughing violently. The humiliation pulled me back to reality. I broke down in humiliated tears and began sobbing quietly...

Princess_Misaki:

Sara_León: When I manage to clasp my hands together, I know I've got you. I begin applying pressure to your shoulder and your neck, feeling you twist in desperation, hearing and feeling your coughing. "Come on, Misaki. Just give up." I tell you flatly, suddenly dropping down onto the mat and extending my legs, wrapping them around your waist and making your head arch backward, leaving you lying across my body while I hold you with my arms and legs, keeping you completely subdued. I hear your sobs, but they no longer have any effect on me, I don't even loosen my hold a little. Your tears begin soaking my arms while I maintain that cold, empty expression, not really aware of what will happen if you submit, completely detached from the reality of the match. "Submit, it's the only way." I repeat to you again, without desperation, feeling my arms tremble from the effort, beginning to press my cheek against your back, feeling your sweat, your breathing, and your heartbeat. As far as I'm concerned, it's the last hug I give you. A dream faded and destroyed in the ring. The mere pleasure of hearing you submit to me keeps me relentless and firm, sending you a message: Only you can end this suffering, only you can prevent irreversible damage to your shoulder or your neck, which I can see twisting more and more

Princess_Misaki: You forced me down with you onto the canvas. My waist was locked tight by your steel-like quadriceps, and every kick of my legs became harder and harder. My forced, raised, and folded arm was growing cold; the prolonged stretch had cut off its blood supply terribly. The still-drying mixture of my blood and sweat ran down the visibly stretched sternocleidomastoid muscle on my neck. I could feel your wet cheek and hair pressing against my spine. Scenes from the locker room, the physical therapy room, the café flashed through my mind... I was once your momentary pillar; you were my role model and benchmark moving forward. But from the moment my eyes fixed solely on that belt, everything changed. I feel like I changed you so much—or rather, my rudeness and brutality made you stop hiding your true self as well. An unprecedented wave of regret washed over me. My back, still swollen from the friction of the marbles, grew more painful. "KKK... ahhhhhh..." Mixed with my violent coughing, I began to convulse, sobbing turning into cries on the verge of emotional collapse. I bit my lip and shook my head, refusing to believe that everything between us had come to this... "No... it wasn't supposed to be like this... no..." I cried out in pain and despair.

Sara_León: "Ah, no? Tell me, how do you feel now? Powerless? Helpless? Alone? Things aren't going the way you want? Are you looking defeat in the eyes for the first time since you arrived in Noir?... Good, Misaki... Good. Welcome to my hell. Welcome to my head. Now at least you know what it feels like. Scream all you want, nobody is going to help you. That's how we are, right? Despised, ignored, and mistreated. Enjoy the suffering, it's the only thing you can cling to now." My speech comes out slow and relentless, between gasps, but from the depths of my soul. Partly because of my hatred for you, partly because of my disappointment. Partly... feeling like I'm talking to myself. I give another forceful pull with my arms, trying to make you feel that stab of pain in your shoulder that I know so well in my opponents, without releasing your throat for a single second

Princess_Misaki: I listened to your string of words. This might be the first time I've heard the voice coming straight from the bottom of your heart. You mentioned the first defeat—yes, I barely realized it: Sara had given me a "huge gift." You were more like issuing accusations against me. I have to admit, I can hardly refute any of the charges you listed. I don't know why I became like this during the match, why I kept pushing away the person I considered most important. Now I'm just a toy on Sara's torture device. You suddenly stretched my arm again, and I let out a heart-wrenching scream. My shoulder blade had already started slipping to the verge of dislocation. I shook my head in despair. "No, no, no... Sara, let me go! Please!!"

Sara_León: "Why the hell would I do that?" I ask you flatly, at the same time that I begin arching my body, starting to pull your head backward with me as well, forcing you to arch while I twist your arm, my hands digging into your shoulder and your neck beginning to enter the danger zone. For the first time, I stop. The last time I went too far with this submission, I regretted it for entire months. It will be enough to make you understand that you have no other choice left; I don't have to send you to the hospital, even though I'm dying to. "Well, what do you say, Misaki? Do you give up?"

Princess_Misaki: The prominent muscle on my neck stayed taut until you twisted it again. I felt my neck entering an angle I'd never experienced before, my ligaments beginning to stretch abnormally. I sensed not the slightest hesitation in your movements. At this point, both the physical pain and the mental breakdown were signaling: I was done. Instinctively, I wanted to reach out and slap your thigh, but I didn't even realize I had no free hand to do it. I writhed pathetically and ridiculously under your control, broke down sobbing, and screamed out loud. "Please, please! Sara! Stop it! I givoo! Givo UPPO!!!!!!"

Sara_León: It's the first time I've heard you say that without that threatening edge. The first time I've heard you truly surrender, with your voice breaking and tears in your eyes. It's a new feeling for me. The world suddenly stops as I begin to process what has just happened. I've managed to defeat you. No, even more than that, I've managed to make you surrender. The referee starts tapping my shoulder, making me realize that you're still writhing in my arms, and I immediately let go of you, like a sleepwalker who has just awakened. Then I begin to hear the announcer's voice: "...AAAAND YOUR WINNER!! AND NEW!! N.E.W. CHAMPIOOOON!! SARAAA LEOOOON!!!" I remain completely petrified, sitting on the canvas, without even the will to stand up. But I begin to understand it. I am the N.E.W. champion. My eyes turn incredulously toward the gleaming belt that the referee is bringing to me, while little by little I become aware again that this match was really for this. Like a story that has gone on so long that by the time it reaches the end you've forgotten the beginning, it had been far too long since I had remained conscious of how much I longed for that belt, that championship. I hug the title in my arms like the most precious treasure on earth, feeling the warmth and cheers of the crowd, which is on its feet applauding, finally with a new champion after six weeks with the title vacant. I curl around it, hugging it tightly, pressing it against my chest and beginning to cry again, feeling all my frustration fade away. Feeling once more that happiness I had been waiting for for so very long. I kiss the title with respectful devotion, as if promising it that I will try to be a champion worthy of it

Sara_León:

Princess_Misaki: Until all the pressure on me has completely vanished, leaving only the pain—the kind left after a fight with a beast or a traffic accident. I understand that all my illusions of victory, all my expectations for my career, were buried tonight by this girl’s own hands. I curl up on the canvas, looking up at your reverence and care for that glittering championship belt. At first I felt jealousy, but then an overwhelming sense of shattering took hold of me, more and more unable to let it go. I know that for a first-year rookie, whether or not I get that title doesn’t mean everything—but I’ve come this far. I thought I could take this thing back to prove something to Mayumi... Yet another girl who matters to me has shut the door in my face. I bury my face in the canvas, not wanting anyone to see me falling apart. Besides, the match is over. No matter how much bad blood there is between us, I don’t want to keep disturbing a girl’s normal life. She deserves to enjoy this happy moment. Someone whose emotions could explode at any second is a liability at a time like this. The best thing I can do is to quietly leave your world now. I wave almost invisibly toward the staff. My back is in terrible shape—I can’t even crawl to the edge of the canvas. All I want now is for them to get me out of here as fast as possible. A hospital, or a garbage heap on the street—anywhere is fine. Just don’t leave me here as an eyesore of a trophy.

Sara_León: A group of staff members approaches the ring, along with a doctor or two. One of them comes over to me and asks if I'm okay. "I can stand up, thanks... Later... I'll go later... Don't worry..." I say between gasps, using his arm to help myself to my feet, while pointing at you and continuing, "Get her out of here... Take care of her, okay?" That monster I've become in the ring slowly begins to disappear, giving way once more to pity for you. Though the resentment and hatred don't quite fade away, I don't want to think about that right now. You're a problem for another day. Just like Hana. Tonight belongs to me, and I'm not going to let either of you ruin it. I drag myself forward, my whole body trembling, until I reach the corner. I begin climbing it with great effort, until I'm standing on the middle ropes, the title cradled in my arms. The crowd begins chanting my name, and a knot forms in my stomach. Then I start raising my arm into the air, the championship belt in my hand, slowly, until I finally achieve that long-awaited victory pose, as the queen and champion of Noir Extreme Wrestling—a dream come true from which I never want to wake up

Sara_León:

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