NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Hana_Jeong: I’m sitting in the locker room, pulling up my elbow pads with a sharp tug. Instead of competing for a spot in the championship tournament, I’m stuck here dealing with the aftermath of the road trip and relegated to a mid-card role at Noir. Tonight, I’m booked against some rookie I don't even know. Miriam Monroe, I think? My motivation is at zero. I’m just going through the motions, trying to push down the frustration of being sidelined. I stand up, grab my gear, and head to the backstage area, waiting in the shadows for my cue to walk out right after her.

 

 

Miriam_Monroe: I, on the other hand, am highly motivated. It’s been a while since I played my last match for Noir. My record stands at 0-4… so not exactly a glorious start for me so far. I took a break from the league to keep working on my game. Now I feel ready to give this league another shot. I just have to beat this Hana. I just HAVE to! I can feel it clearly—today will be the start of a winning streak. Hana weighs only half as much as I do, so I think a victory should be a breeze.

Miriam_Monroe:

Hana_Jeong: I walk past you, my eyes fixed straight ahead. I don’t offer a look, a word, or even a flicker of acknowledgment, as if you aren't even standing there. I keep my pace steady and cold, fueled only by my own growing irritation. The staff member catches my attention, clipboard in hand. She taps her watch and points toward the curtain, signaling that I’m to follow you out the moment you step through. I just give a short, sharp nod, my jaw tight as I prepare to walk out and get this over with.

 

 

Miriam_Monroe: I'm already annoyed with you. My anger is rising, and I’m determined to score a clear victory today. I walk toward the arena as instructed. I can already hear the fans there roaring and cheering. They’re clearly looking forward to this match, unlike you. I clench my fist and realize I’m very tense. Who do you think will be the first to enter the arena? Me, as the newcomer, right? I wait for the announcement from the staff member backstage.

Hana_Jeong: I stop dead in my tracks, letting out a sharp, incredulous laugh as I turn to face you. I look you up and down with a look of pure, stinging disdain. "Are you talking to me?" I snap, my voice dripping with irritation. "Are you serious right now?" I roll my eyes toward the ceiling, my expression shifting to one of absolute boredom.

Miriam_Monroe: Then my music starts playing. I stride past you and shout out into the arena. I’m completely focused and want to prove myself to everyone. Mentally, I’m totally in my own world; I barely notice the fans. I don’t get much support anyway; most of them don’t recognize me anymore or have written me off as a loser. So it’s probably better if I just stay focused on myself. Once I’m in the ring, I run into the ropes and then retreat to my corner.

Miriam_Monroe:

Hana_Jeong: "Hana, you're next, girl," the staffer says, gesturing toward the curtain. I give a sharp, curt nod, forcing my face to shed the venom I felt moments ago. It’s a mask I’ve worn a thousand times, and tonight is no different I trade my genuine misery for a wide, polished grin. As the opening chords of Roll the Dice by Rolling Quartz blast through the arena, the ballroom erupts in a deafening roar. I hit the stage like a shot, sprinting along the guardrail, my energy high and infectious. I stop just long enough to snap a quick, practiced selfie with a group of cheering fans, my smile never wavering, before I sprint toward the ring. I slide under the bottom rope, smooth as liquid, and scramble up the turnbuckle in one fluid motion. I stand tall, raising a hand to my brow, squinting as if searching for someone in the distant rafters—my signature look. With a sudden, explosive push, I launch myself into a perfect backflip, landing on the mat with a grace that hides the burning frustration in my gut. I jog to my corner, bouncing on the balls of my feet, staring across the ring at you while I wait for the opening bell.

 

 

Miriam_Monroe: I already hate you for your arrogance! You’re a huge hit with the fans, but what about me? I guess I still have to prove myself here. But today I’m taking the first step in that direction. Once I’ve beaten you, they’ll have to respect me. And eventually I’ll climb the ranks and maybe get a title shot! That’ll be my big breakthrough. I’m snapped out of my daydream as the referee calls us, and I step into the center of the ring and stand menacingly before you.

 

Hana_Jeong: I don’t wait for the referee to finish his instructions or for you to make the first move. The second we’re in range, I explode forward. Ignoring the fact that you’ve got the size advantage on me, I crash into you, locking my arms around yours in a desperate, suffocating collar-and-elbow tie-up. I drive my weight into your chest, forcing you back, determined to show you exactly why I belong in this ring and you don’t. I lean my forehead against yours, gritting my teeth

Miriam_Monroe: We lock arms, and you push against me with all your might. The match is actually unfair, since I weigh at least twice as much as you. But your energy surprises me a little, and so, surprisingly, you’re able to stand your ground against me, and I step back a bit. Where on earth does this little Korean girl get all that strength, I wonder.

 

Hana_Jeong: I don't let up. I channel every ounce of my frustration, the disappointment, the fact that I’m stuck here in the mid-card into my shoulders, driving into you until your back hits the ropes . The referee dives in between us, his hands slapping our shoulders to force the break. "Break it up! Back off!" he yells, his presence a buzzing annoyance. I don't wait for him to clear the space properly. I shove him aside with a sharp, dismissive motion, not caring where he lands. Before you can even recover from the impact with the ropes, I pivot and uncork a violent forearm smash, aiming to plant my elbow square across your jaw.

Miriam_Monroe: Even though I’m physically stronger than you, I’m actually glad when the referee steps in. I figure that must mean your initial offensive has fizzled out. But I was pretty wrong about that. You immediately step it up a notch, and in a frantic flurry, you spin around and ram your elbow into my chin. Hit, I spin around and stagger into the corner of the ring. I stand with my back to the ring and hold on to the ropes with my hands.

Miriam_Monroe:

Hana_Jeong: I don't give you a second to regain your bearings. As you stumble into the corner, I reach out and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back with a sharp, aggressive jerk. I whip you around in a swift snapmare, sending you sprawling onto your rear in the center of the mat. Without pausing to savor the momentum, I immediately pivot toward the ropes. I hit the ropes hard, feeling the tension spring me forward as I sprint back toward you. I launch myself into the air, fully committed, aiming a running dropkick directly at your shoulder blades to drive you face-first into the canvas.

Miriam_Monroe: Your incredible speed is getting to me. Before I even realize what’s happening, you’ve already slammed me to the mat with your snapmare. I crash down on my big butt and look pretty dejected. But that’s not all—before I can even get up, I hear your quick footsteps behind me and....BAM!.... your boots catch me from behind and I crash face-first onto the mat.

 

Hana_Jeong: The impact of the dropkick sends you flat against the mat, but I’m far from done with this performance. I don't give you a second to catch your breath or feel sorry for yourself. "C'mon, girl, get up!" I order you, my voice raw. I reach down and snatch a handful of your hair, yanking you upright with a brutal jerk. Before you can even find your footing, I try to bury the sole of my boot deep into your gut to make you double over. Thus I sprint to the ropes again, hitting them with a practiced, explosive leap. As I fly back toward you, I wrap my legs around your head and torso, locking in a high-velocity running headscissors takedown, aiming to whip you across the canvas.

Miriam_Monroe: My face is pressed into the mat, and I’m clutching my pretty face. But I don’t get much time to catch my breath. I feel you grab my hair. AAAAHH....damn it! I try to swing at you to land a blow that’ll keep you at bay. But unfortunately, it doesn’t happen. Ugh...I groan as you ram your boot into my stomach. Then the fans in the arena witness your extreme speed once again. While I’m still doubled over in pain, you’re already back on your feet and executing your spectacular move. Your headscissors connect, and I’m slammed to the ground again, where I lie motionless for a moment.

 

Hana_Jeong: I land on my feet with a practiced, agile motion, one knee dropping to the mat as I pose for a split second, my expression cold. You’re barely moving, still reeling from the impact, but I have no intention of letting you recover. I reach down, grabbing a tight handful of your hair once more. "Sorry, girl," I hiss, my voice low and devoid of any real empathy, "but you caught me on a very bad day." Ignoring the groans from the crowd, I drag you across the canvas by your hair, your body limp as I haul you toward the corner. I plant my feet firmly, gather every ounce of my pent-up frustration into my shoulders, and shove you forward, aiming to smash your face with maximum force directly into the top turnbuckle pad.

 

Miriam_Monroe: Right now, I don't have much to offer in response. You pull me up with ease, and I have no choice but to follow. You yank me up roughly by my hair. I stagger after you as you grab me again and slam my head into the ring post. I stagger back, dazed, and clutch my head. On autopilot, I grab the rope so I don't fall over again right away.

 

Hana_Jeong: I watch you wobble against the ropes, dazed and struggling to stay upright. I don't give you a moment to clear your head. I move in close, crowding your space until you're pinned against the corner, and I grab a handful of your hair to yank your head back. Your chest is completely exposed now, defenseless. I draw my arm back and attempt to deliver a massive, thunderous chop right across your chest

Miriam_Monroe: Ugh... my back hits the corner of the ring. Panic starts to rise inside me. There’s no way to escape now. What on earth is that wild beast up to now? The answer comes shortly after. UUUUUUH!!! Your hand slams into my chest, and I can already feel everything turning red. Ufffff..... what a blow.

 

Hana_Jeong: I don't let you recover from the sting of the chop. I step into your space, my face inches from yours, my eyes cold and unforgiving. "Seriously?" I whisper. "At least try to give some offense. These people paid a ticket to see some action, not to watch a fucking jobber." I don't wait for an answer. I grab another violent handful of your hair, wrenching your head back to leave your midsection completely open. I coil my body for a second, then drive my thigh upward with explosive force, aiming a brutal, crunching knee strike deep into your soft belly.

Miriam_Monroe: I’d love to strike back, but you’ve got me firmly in your grip right now. I raise my hands in supplication, but that doesn’t help either. Relentlessly, you grab me again, yanking my head back. This leaves me completely defenseless. You shamelessly take advantage of this and ram your knee into my stomach. UUUUoooooohhh... I whimper to myself and have to bend over, clutching my big belly in pain.

 

Hana_Jeong: For a split second, I see the pain in your eyes, and a flash of genuine pity pricks at my conscience. I start to ease my grip, my breathing finally slowing, until I hear a sharp, familiar voice cut through the noise of the arena. "Make her pay for it, Hana! Don't hold back now!" I snap my head toward ringside. Lauren James is standing there, her eyes cold and calculating, goading me on as if I’m just a puppet on her stage. The pity instantly evaporates, replaced by a surge of white-hot irritation not just at you, but at her for daring to micromanage my ring work. "Please, I don't need you here!" I shout back at her. I'm starting to get tired of her. I grab another fistful of your hair and haul you upright, wrenching your chin up so your face is exposed. My eyes lock onto yours, cold and detached. I whip my leg up in a lightning-fast motion, launching an enziguri kick aimed squarely at the side of your head, looking to plant you flat on your back"

 

 

Miriam_Monroe: I keep trying to calm you down, folding my hands in front of my chest, and for a moment I sense that you’re considering sparing me. But then that blonde bitch comes up to the ring. What the hell does she want here? In any case, she seems to bring out the worst in you. Suddenly, you go wild again, and shortly after, I feel your boot against my temple. Your enzuigiri hits me hard, and I crash to the ground like a lifeless doll, lying flat on the mat.

 

Hana_Jeong: I drop to one knee, panting slightly as I glare at you motionless on the mat and then back at Lauren, who is still shrieking commands from ringside. "Lauren, look at her!" I bark, gesturing toward your crumpled frame. "She’s completely fucked up! What the hell do you want me to do, kill her?" I can see the look on Lauren’s face; if I don't give her exactly the brutality she’s demanding, she’s going to be a permanent shadow over my night. I grit my teeth, deciding that if this is how I have to get her off my back, then so be it. I scramble to my feet and sprint past your prone body, launching myself headfirst toward the ropes. I use the rebound to propel myself back over you, my boots barely missing your frame, before I hit the opposite ropes and immediately vault upward. I plant my feet on the middle strand, steady myself for a split second, and launch into a perfect, arched lionsault. I rotate in mid-air, gravity pulling me down with a vicious, controlled weight, aiming to crash my midsection directly into your stomach with all the force of my descent.

Miriam_Monroe: I hear Lauren’s words from a distance. She clearly wants me to be destroyed in the ring today. And I thought that had already happened. What’s in store for me now? What the hell could possibly happen now? I’m lying motionless on my back, and suddenly I hear your nimble legs moving around the ring again. You’re incredibly fast and run right over my body. Then there’s a brief silence as the crowd in the arena holds its breath and marvels at your beautiful Lionsault. You sail through the air, and all that energy unleashes as you land full force on my stomach. My body jerks, but then crashes back onto the mat, motionless.

 

Hana_Jeong: The impact of the Lionsault knocks the air right out of my lungs, and I wince, feeling a sharp jolt of pain ripple through my own ribs as I land. I ignore it, desperate to end this charade. I scramble into a cover, hooking your leg and driving my forearm into your cheek with enough force to make sure you stay down. "One! Two!" the referee shouts. Just as he brings his hand down for the third, a boot flashes out of nowhere, dragging your ankle onto the bottom rope. The ref instantly stops his count, waving his arms to break the pin. I fly off you, my face contorting with pure, unadulterated rage. I slide out of the ring, charging straight at Lauren, chest-to-chest. "What the hell do you want?!" I scream, my voice cracking under the pressure. She’s just a jobber, for fuck sake!" I don't wait for her to justify it. I turn back to the ring, where you’re still sprawled out and completely wasted. I storm over, grab a handful of your hair, and drag you toward the corner. You’re dead weight, heavy and unresponsive, but I haul you up, grunt with the effort, and hoist you until you’re sitting precariously on the top turnbuckle. I lean in close, my face inches from your dazed eyes, my voice a ragged, breathless whisper: "Sorry, girl. It’s going to be over for you soon. I promise."

 

Miriam_Monroe: Phew... I'm exhausted. I'm almost glad when you show mercy and hook my leg to pin me down. I let you do it willingly; I wouldn't have had the energy left in my bones to turn this defeat around anyway. One... two... it’s almost over. But then I feel my leg land on the ring rope, and the count has to be interrupted. From a distance, I hear you arguing with Lauren. I don’t even try to get up at first. I’ve been beaten so badly in this match that I have absolutely no strength left. Groaning, I have to get up anyway when you pull me up and place me on the top rope. I sway back and forth, and it almost looks as if I’m about to fall off the rope without any outside influence.

 

Hana_Jeong: "Fuck, she's heavy," I grunt under my breath, my shoulders straining against your dead weight. You're swaying so badly you might slip right off onto the floor, which would ruin everything. To snap you back into reality and keep you from collapsing, I draw my hand back and deliver a sharp, stinging slap across your face. It's harsh, but it does the trick your eyes widen just enough for what comes next. I quickly climb up the turnbuckle, stepping onto the middle and then the top rope, standing right in front of your dazed body. The height makes the arena feel dizzying, but I don't hesitate. I plant my hands firmly on your shoulders, using them as leverage. With an explosive leap, I launch myself forward into the air, wrapping my thighs securely around your neck and head to attempt a massive Avalanche Hurricanrana.

Miriam_Monroe: BAM!!!! The slap lands hard, and you can hear the smack echoing throughout the arena. Uffffffff.... with glassy eyes, I look at you, unable to put up a fight. For the moment, though, I’m sitting reasonably steady with my wide butt on the top rope. You climb up on me. For a moment, the thought flashes through my mind to just push you off the rope. But I simply don’t have the strength for that. The spectators hold their breath as you perform your spectacular move. You leap into the air, grab my head, and swing me all the way across the ring. There, I somersault once and land hard on my stomach. My body twitches before going limp on the floor.

 

Hana_Jeong: The crowd is absolutely deafening, roaring in approval after that massive high-flying spot. But I don't have time to celebrate with them. I scramble to my feet, grabbed by a sudden rush of adrenaline, and carelessly roll your heavy body over until you're lying belly-up in the center of the mat. I whip my hair back out of my face, panting heavily, and point a sharp finger toward the turnbuckle. The fans instantly know what’s coming, and the noise in the ballroom swells to a fever pitch. With one fluid, practiced leap, I jump straight onto the top turnbuckle, balancing perfectly on the narrow pad. I stand tall for a fraction of a second, positioning myself with my back to your prone body. I take a deep breath, push off with all the power in my legs, and launch myself backward into the air. As I backflip through the sky, time seems to slow down. The only things I can see for that brief, suspended moment are the dazzling arena lights and the weathered ceiling of the ballroom spinning above me. Reaching the peak of my arc, I tuck my arms in and commit to the descent, aiming to crash full-force onto your stomach for the final blow.

 

Miriam_Monroe: I'm lying flat on the mat and still can't believe what just happened. How could such a lightweight just wipe the floor with me like that? That little Korean girl probably weighs half as much as I do, and she should be getting steamrolled. Damn, she’s fast… and she’s got strength, too. Fuck! I hear the crowd cheering; they seem to be enjoying the fight, unlike me. I’m now facing my fifth defeat in this league. Then it gets really loud as you sail through the air. It’s a beautiful backflip, but I don’t notice much of it. The pain is all the more intense, though, as you crash down on my belly with full force. I flinch briefly like a jackknife, but then go limp again right away and get buried under you.

 

Hana_Jeong: The impact is massive. Landing full-force on your soft midsection feels like hitting a literal mattress, and the momentum actually makes me bounce right off you, landing hard on my knees next to your prone body. I instantly double over, clutching my own abs as a sharp wave of pain flares through my ribs from the sheer force of the collision. But I can't let this match drag on for another second. Wincing through the pain, I crawl back over your massive frame. I reach down, wrap my arms around your leg, and crank it back with everything I've got, hooking it so deep that your knee is practically shoved right next to your head. I drive my weight down, rubbing my sweat-soaked elbow pad carelessly across your face to pin you to the canvas. The referee dives into position, his palm slapping the mat with a loud, rhythmic thud. "One!" "Two!"

Miriam_Monroe: The crowd in the arena is literally going wild after your spectacular move from the ropes. This has to be the end. My whole body aches, but especially my stomach... uuuhhh... it just hurts like hell! Exhausted, I lie on the mat and can only watch helplessly as you press me onto your shoulders and hook my leg for the pin. I hear the referee counting... One... Two... There’s not a shred of strength left in my body; I’m completely spent... THREE!!!! I’m almost relieved that this devastating debacle is over for me.

Hana_Jeong: The referee's hand hits the canvas for the final time. "Three!" The bell rings, and Roll the Dice blasts through the arena speakers once again as the crowd erupts into cheers. I immediately release the pressure, letting your leg drop back onto the mat. Before I pull away completely, shielded from the cameras and the crowd by my own hair, I reach down and give your shoulder a discreet, gentle squeeze a quiet, fleeting moment of genuine empathy for what you just went through. I push myself up to my feet, my ribs aching, and face the audience. The referee slides in next to me, grabbing my wrist and hoisting my hand high into the air to declare me the winner. I force the bright, energetic babyface smile back onto my face for the fans, waving to the cameras, but inside, I feel absolutely nothing. No glory, no joy. Just a hollow, exhausting emptiness as I stare out into the lights.

Lauren_James: As soon as the referee drops your hand, I don't give you a single second to soak in the victory. I slide under the bottom rope, the metallic screech of a folding chair scraping against the canvas echoing over the music. "Get out of here! Move!" I scream at the referee, aggressively shoving him back until he scrambles out of the ring in fear of getting fined or hurt. I don't care about the rules anymore. I march right over to the bloated, half-conscious jobber lying on the mat. Grabbing her by the collar of her gear, I drag her dead weight just enough to wedge the steel chair right under her lower back, propping her up in a cruel, unnatural arch. I turn to you, my eyes wide and manic, pointing a finger fiercely at the top turnbuckle. "C'mon, Hana!" I shout over the roaring boos of the crowd. "Break her ribs! Do the moonsault again!"

Hana_Jeong: I lean against the ropes, chest heaving as sweat drips from my forehead onto the canvas. My ribs are burning from the lionsault, and my breath comes in ragged gasps. I step closer to you, trying to block the cameras with my body so the audience can't read my lips. "Please... Lauren..." I whisper, my voice desperate and laced with exhaustion. "I've just done three high-risk moves in this match with zero necessity. I'm completely spent... and she's done. Look at her." I glance down at the poor girl draped over the steel chair, then snap my eyes back to yours, pleading. "What the hell are you trying to prove with this? We won. Let it go."

 

Miriam_Monroe: My chest is heaving up and down frantically. I’m completely exhausted, and there’s no way I can get back up now. I can hear your conversation, but I’m unable to respond. I’d love to roll over to the side and run away. But I can’t—I just can’t. So I have to sit here helplessly and listen to whatever diabolical plans Lauren has in mind.

 

Lauren_James: I step right into your space, narrowing the gap until we are practically chest-to-chest. I reach out and grab you violently by the arm, squeezing your bicep so hard my knuckles turn white, forcing you to look me dead in the eye. "Your supposed best friend is wrestling tonight for the title while they book you against a jobber," I hiss, my voice dropping to a harsh, toxic purr that cuts right through your exhaustion. "Do you feel good with this, Hana? Because I don't. And as long as we are a team, I won't let this kind of shit happen with no consequence." I pause, letting the bitter reality of those words sink in, watching the conflict play out across your sweaty face. I give your arm one hard, motivating shake, gesturing aggressively toward the helpless girl propped up on the steel behind me. "So be a real woman and send a message for Sara tonight," I command, my eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. "Show them you are not conformed. Do it now!"

 

Hana_Jeong: I look at you, my eyes glassy with exhaustion and the bitter sting of your words. I swallow hard, the pressure suffocating me. "Ok... Lauren," I whisper, my voice hollow. I turn back toward the corner, dragging my heavy, aching limbs up the turnbuckles. My legs are visibly wobbling on the top rope, trembling under the weight of my own fatigue. I’m not even sure if my body can handle a fourth high-flying backflip tonight. As I stand in position, my back to the ring, I stare blindly out into the sea of flashing cameras and shouting fans, a sickening realization washing over me. What am I doing? But the pressure is too much. I push off the top rope with the last remaining ounce of my strength, launching myself into the air. Time freezes as I flip backward, a flawless, graceful arc that contrasts horribly with the brutality of the act, aiming to crash full-force onto the poor girl's stomach and smash her lower back directly into the cold steel of the chair.

Miriam_Monroe: The two women are talking while I stay lying on the floor, feeling the chair pressing down on me. Panic washes over me. Will these humiliations never end? Yes, you win, Hana! Everyone gets it now! Damn it... things are about to get really bad for me again.

Lauren_James: I lean lazily against the top rope, a smirk spreading across my face as I watch you crash down onto the jobber. I hear the brutal, sickening crunch of the impact, and I know your ribs and abs must be screaming in agony right now. But I don't care. Not even a little bit. All I want is to see you completely broken, frustrated, and filled with a desperate rage against Sara. If that golden girl bitch actually wins the title tonight, I want you so angry that you hunt her down and pursue that belt like a rabid dog. Because let's face it once you tear her apart and win it, it will be a hell of a lot easier for me to manipulate you and take it from you than it ever would be to get it from Sara. My plan is perfectly set. I look down at you on the mat, crossing my arms in satisfaction as the arena completely boos us out of the building.

Hana_Jeong: The impact is excruciating. I crash full force onto Monroe's belly once again, the horrific crunch of her back smashing violently against the steel chair echoing over the crowd's noise. The pain that shoots through my own body is blinding. This time, I can't even pretend to be dominant. I immediately roll off her, curling into a tight ball on the canvas, sobbing as I wrap my arms desperately around my agonizing ribs and abs. Trembling, I drag myself up to my knees, holding my midsection. As the arena lights blur, I look up to see the entire ballroom on its feet, completely unified in a deafening chorus of venomous boos directed entirely at me. Right next to me, Lauren stands tall, smugly shoving both of her middle fingers in the air to mock the crowd, soaking in the hatred. For the very first time in my entire career, I am unanimously hated. Genuine tears of shame and physical pain well up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as I turn my head to look at the motionless, broken body of the poor jobber I just destroyed.

Miriam_Monroe: There isn't a shred of strength left in any of my muscle fibers. In the last few minutes, I've had to endure more action than perhaps ever before. I stepped into the NOIR ring five times, and five times I was defeated. But it's never been as clear-cut as it was this time. There wasn’t a single moment in this match when I could have gained the upper hand. Unfortunately, I have to accept it—I don’t stand a chance against this Hana Jeong.

 

Lauren_James: I break away from my arrogant taunting and look down at Miriam's broken body. With a cold smirk, I deliver a sharp, violent kick to her side, sending her sprawling off the flat part of the chair. Before she can even register the movement, I grab her by the hair, hauling her head up just enough to wedge her neck tightly right inside the open gap of the steel folding chair. The crowd notices exactly what I’m setting up, and the boos mutate into a deafening wall of pure, unadulterated hatred. People are screaming at me from the front rows, but the venom just fuels me, sending a sick rush of adrenaline straight to my chest. "Watch this, Hana!" I yell, completely unbothered by the chaos. I turn and sprint toward the ropes, hitting them with full speed and using the rebound to launch myself forward. I leap high into the air, extending my right leg out as I aim a brutal, heavy leg drop directly over the steel chair, looking to crush it right down onto her trapped neck.

Hana_Jeong: I’m crumpled on the canvas next to Miriam, my abs screaming in absolute agony from the repeated impacts. I'm completely exhausted, my hair is a messy tangle sticking to my sweaty face, and the tears are flowing freely now, entirely overwhelmed by the suffocating wave of hatred pouring down from the audience. But then I see you sprint for the ropes, your leg extended, aiming to crush her neck with that chair. Panic overrides my physical pain. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, I force my broken body up, scrambling across the mat to throw myself directly between you and the helpless girl. I plant my feet, holding my aching ribs with one arm while extending my other hand out to shield her, intercepting you right before you can land the blow. "Please, Lauren... no more..." I sob, my voice cracked, raw, and completely desperate over the roar of the booing crowd. "It's enough... I'm begging you. Just stop!"

Lauren_James: I skid to a violent halt, my boots squeaking loudly on the canvas as I narrowly avoid crashing right into you. My face contorts with pure shock and rage. "Are you fucking crazy?!" I scream, the spit flying from my mouth. "Move out!" The fact that you are actually begging me in front of all these people, in front of the cameras to spare this pathetic jobber makes my blood boil. I step in and violently wrap my fingers into your hair, yanking your head back so you have no choice but to look me dead in the eyes. "I'm not telling you a second time, Hana, you know who's in charge here" I hiss, my voice dripping with venom. With a brutal, disgusted shove, I throw you entirely aside, sending your aching body sprawling across the mat. Before you can even try to crawl back, I turn, spring into the air, and drop all of my weight down into a heavy, merciless leg drop, smashing the steel chair directly over Monroe's trapped head with a horrific, metallic CLANG.

Hana_Jeong: The metallic CLANG echoes right through my chest, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut I just can't watch what you're doing to her. Completely broken, I slide out under the bottom rope, my hands trembling as my boots hit the floor. The moment my feet touch the ground, the fans at ringside surge against the barricades. The heat is suffocating. They're screaming directly in my face, pelting me with insults, calling me a coward, a bitch, a whore, everything. It’s too much. It's completely overwhelming. I clamp my hands tightly over my ears, bowing my head as the hot tears stream down my face, and start walking toward the entrance ramp just to escape. As I pass the curtain line, a furious fan leans over the railing, his hand shooting out to grab my shoulder violently. He yanks me around to face him, his eyes wild and bulging as he screams right into my face: "You'll never be champion! You'll never be Sara León, you bitch!" The comparison to Sara feels like a dagger to the heart. I tear myself away from his grip, turning my back instantly, and burst through the curtain, disappearing into the relative darkness of the backstage area to sob in peace.