NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Hana_Jeong: The echoes of the crowd's vicious boos still ring in my ears, hunting me down even through the backstage walls. I'm crying compulsively, my chest aching as the toxic weight of what just happened crushes me. What are you doing, Hana? Look what you've become, I keep thinking, the hot tears blurring my vision. I’m stumbling down the corridor that leads to the locker room when your sharp, furious voice cuts through the hallway, screaming my name. Panic flashes through me. I cry even harder, picking up my pace into a desperate run. I burst through the locker room doors, fly into the bathroom area, and scramble into a toilet cabin, slamming the door shut and sliding the lock into place. I pull my knees up to my chest, completely broken. "LET ME BE, LAUREN!" I scream through my heavy, ragged sobs, my voice echoing off the bathroom tiles. "Just leave me alone!"

 

 

Lauren_James: I stomp into the backstage area like a ferocious beast, absolutely livid. You left me out there alone in the ring, showing the entire audience hat we aren't on the same page when it comes to punishing our opponents. "HANA, YOU FUCKING COME HERE NOW!" I roar, pursuing you straight into the locker room. A rookie girl is standing there, leaning against the wall with a shocked look on her face. "Get the hell out, worm!" I scream at her, and she scrambles out the door immediately. That’s when I hear you crying like the pathetic bitch you are, yelling at me from behind the stall door to leave you alone. The sound of your weakness only makes me madder. I lift my foot and start violently kicking the cabin door over and over until the lock snaps and it flies open. I reach in, grab you fiercely by the hair, and drag your sobbing, exhausted body out of the stall, sitting you on a bench. "Now we are going to have a little conversation, Hana," I hiss right into your face.

 

Hana_Jeong: The sheer terror coursing through me is paralyzing. I haven't felt this kind of helpless, suffocating fear since that horrific night in the underground club in Spain. My hair is pulled taut in your grip, forcing my head back against the cold brick wall. "Lauren... please... I beg you..." I sob, the words choking in my throat, barely audible over my frantic gasps for air. "I'm exhausted... I'm not feeling well..." I can barely keep my eyes open, my body trembling violently from the physical toll of the match and the sheer panic of being cornered by my own partner.

Lauren_James: "Please... Please... You are pathetic, Hana," I mock, my voice dripping with absolute disgust. With a brutal shove, I fling you away from the bench, letting your exhausted body crash hard onto the dirty locker room floor. I don't let you rest for even a second; I step right over you, wrap my fingers back into your hair, and violently pull you back up, pinning you flat against the wall again. Through the concrete walls, the distant, muffled roar of the crowd suddenly erupts into explosive cheers. "Do you hear that applause?!" I hiss, leaning in so close you can feel the heat of my breath. "It's not for us, you stupid piece of shit! That's for Sara. While you're crying on the floor, she's taking our spotlight. Now look at me!"

 

 

Hana_Jeong: When you shove me to the floor, I look up at you from the cold tiles, pure horror freezing the breath in my throat. "Lauren...?" I whisper, unable to comprehend the monster standing over me. Before I can even scramble backward, your fingers tear into my hair again. I let out a sharp groan of pain, my eyes wide with terror as you violently haul me back up to my feet. My scalp burns like it’s on fire, and I’m forced to stand on my tiptoes just to keep you from ripping the hair right out of my head. With my back pinned against the wall and your face mere inches from mine, I can feel the erratic heat of your breath. The muffled cheers for Sara echo in the background, but all I can focus on is the dangerous, unhinged look in your eyes. "Lau...ren..." I choke out, trembling violently as tears stream down my face. "What... what are you doing to me?"

Hana_Jeong:

Lauren_James: "It's the last time you turn your back on me, Hana," I growl, my voice dangerously low. Before you can even blink, I dig my fingers into your face, squeezing your cheek with raw violence, forcing your mouth open as my nails dig into your skin. "You let Sara beat the shit out of me! You didn't do a damn thing you just walked your ass away and left me out there!" I squeeze even harder, leaning in until our noses are almost touching, making sure you feel every ounce of my rage. "If you ever act cowardly like that again, girl... I will fucking kill your career. I swear to God I will." With a final, disgusted grunt, I shove your face away, letting your head snap back against the wall as I step back, watching you tremble.

 

 

 

Hana_Jeong: "What did you want me to do? You provoked her!" I blurt out, but the moment the words leave my mouth, I freeze, completely paralyzed by the fear of how you're going to react. I take a shaky, terrified breath, forcing the harsh truth out because I can't keep living in this delusion. "Lauren... Sara is probably one of the top women wrestlers today." I look right into your furious eyes, my voice cracking with a mix of absolute dread and total defeat. "She is, and she will always be, simply better than both of us together" I don't even get to finish the sentence, the words cutting off sharply in my throat as I brace myself for the impact of your fury.

 

Lauren_James: I don't even let you finish that pathetic sentence. SMACK! I slap you hard across the face. Before you can even react, SMACK! I hit you a second time, and then SMACK! a third, my open palm leaving burning red welts on your skin. As you stumble back, dazed, I violently catch you by the hair again with all my strength, yanking your head back so hard your neck snaps up. "You listen well, you coward piece of shit. Listen to me well," I say, my voice suddenly dropping into a terrifyingly cold, quiet whisper. "Either you act like a real woman, attack that bitch Sara, and make her put that title on the line against you... or..." A cruel, twisted smile spreads across my face. I slowly bring my free hand down, balling it into a fist, and bury it directly into your already bruised, aching abs, pressing in with agonizing pressure. "You are going to fear me much more than that bitch."

Hana_Jeong: I take the slaps across my face, my head whipping side to side like a worthless piece of meat. My cheeks burn, and I’m crying compulsively now, completely overwhelmed and broken by your sheer malice. "Please... I beg you, Lauren..." I sob, the words barely catching in my throat. But then I feel your fist digging deep into my already bruised, aching abs. The sudden, agonizing pressure hits me right in the core, and my eyes roll back, turning white with the intense pain. Air shoots right out of my lungs, and a horrible, strangled groan escapes my lips. "Please..." I gasp, my body going completely limp against the wall as I suffocate under the weight of your hand. "You're hurting me... please..."

 

 

Lauren_James: "You should already know who's in charge here," I hiss, completely unbothered by your agony. I open my hand and let you slip down the brick wall, your weak body collapsing onto the cold locker room floor. I turn my back on you, casually walking over to my gym bag. I zip it open and pull out my thick, heavy leather belt, wrapping the strap tightly around my knuckles until the metal buckle dangles heavily at the end. I turn back around and look down at you, disgust boiling in my chest. "I can't stand your cowardice, bitch!" I swing the belt down with full force, whipping your exposed ribs over and over. The heavy leather cracks violently against your bruised body, the strikes echoing sharply off the bathroom tiles as I punish you for every single ounce of your weakness.

Hana_Jeong: I scream in absolute horror, a piercing shriek tearing from my throat with each brutal crack of the leather against my raw flesh. "STOP! LAUREN, PLEASE, STOP!" I cry out, curling into a ball on the floor, but the blows keep coming, burning and bruising my ribs until something inside me finally snaps. Suddenly, a blinding surge of your own hatred contaminates my veins. Driven by pure survival, I reach out through the tears and catch the heavy strap of the belt mid-swing. With a sudden burst of frantic strength, I yank it hard, pulling you down closer to my face. "STOP! I'M NOT YOUR DOG!" I yell right at you, my eyes bloodshot, red, and streaming with furious tears. But the moment the words leave my mouth, the rage completely vanishes, evaporating as quickly as it came. I look up into your cold blue eyes, and the terrifying realization of what I just did hits me. The brief spark of defiance shatters into a million pieces. I start to cry compulsively again, my body giving out as I fall to my knees right in front of you, my sobbing face pressed nearly to your kickpads. Desperate, broken, and completely defeated, I reach out with trembling hands and grab onto your ring tights. "Why... why do you treat me like shit?" I choke out, staring up at you through a heavy vale of tears. "What so evil did I do to you to deserve this, Lauren?"

 

 

 

Lauren_James: A cruel, satisfied smirk spreads across my face as I look down at you. I broke your spirit again. That’s exactly what I like to see you on your knees in front of me, completely conquered and subdued. The white-hot rage in my chest finally begins to cool, replaced by a cold, calculating calm. I reach down and wrap my hand around your arm, pulling you up just enough so you're forced to look at me, my grip steadily loosening as I decrease the violence. "Sometimes you need a friend to wake you up, Hana," I say, my voice dropping into a dangerously soft, almost comforting tone. I reach out with my other hand, gently patting the side of your bruised face, pretending the last few minutes never happened. "I want to see you as a champion, not as a loser. Is that really so hard for you to understand?"

Hana_Jeong: I weakly raise my trembling hand to my face, wiping away the steady stream of tears and the dark blood leaking from my nose. My whole body is aching, but looking up at you from the floor, something shifts deep inside my shattered pride. "I will prove to you I'm a real woman and I will do my job," I whisper, my voice cracking but carrying a sudden, desperate weight. I look directly into your eyes. "I can beat her."