NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Chanyotaaa:

Princess_Misaki:

Chanyotaaa: I had barely left P.P.P when an offer arrived from N.E.W.—an overseas promotion based in New York City. I watched some exciting matches from their library, including a title bout featuring my fellow countrywoman Misaki. I was torn between continuing my time off to strengthen my physique and jumping straight into a new contract with another company. In the end, I decided to fly over and check things out firsthand. If the opportunity wasn't right, at least I'd get a free trip out of it. With my ticket already arranged by N.E.W. and a small bag packed—my ring gear, of course, included—I set off from Tokyo. After a tedious flight of over a dozen hours, I finally set foot on this so‑called 'land of liberty.'

Princess_Misaki: As soon as that tall figure stepped out of JFK Airport, I immediately noticed that girl. Even though she wasn't dressed as flamboyantly as she would be in the ring, her athletic habit still made her stand out in the crowd. I quickly walked up to her. "Konnichiwa, I'm Misaki. Please treat me well." I greeted you in my native tongue so that you wouldn't feel completely lost in a strange place. "I'm Misaki from N.E.W. Maybe I'll become your new colleague in the future. You know, for ordinary job seekers, the promoters don't seem to bother with much of a welcome ceremony, so please don't take it personally. But as a fellow countryman, I hope you won't feel lonely during your few days here." I said as I stepped forward and gave you a big hug.

Princess_Misaki: .

Chanyotaaa: A girl with a Tokyo face walked up to me and gave me a warm hug. I recognized her—she was the girl from the video who had fought for the championship belt against the Spanish girl. "Hello, Misaki! You know, we actually share the same name, even though I rarely use mine these days. I've watched your matches—you're just as beautiful in person as you are on screen. And I have to say, I felt sorry that you didn't get that belt." I warmly returned Misaki's embrace. She looked a bit stronger than she did on TV, but compared to me, she was clearly several sizes smaller. "Please don't think of me as a job seeker just yet—or rather, I'd prefer to see myself as a traveler first, checking out how much this place appeals to me. After all, I didn't fly over ten thousand miles just to come here and fight." With a big smile on my face, that familiar hometown face made me feel at ease. Maybe I really was here to look for a job, but at this moment, I didn't feel the usual tension of a job hunt. It was more like running into a neighbor's little sister—everything about it made me feel relaxed.

Princess_Misaki: "Of course! But I promise you'll love it here." I took the suitcase from your hand and led you to the car. "You know, Chanyota, I actually thought about whether I should get a bigger car. For a friend like you, this ride might not be the most comfortable." I winked at you, joking about your impressive frame. "Please." I made a gesture for you to get in. About an hour later, we arrived at our destination—the café by the arena. "I figured I had to bring you here first. I'm absolutely parched. What would you like to drink?" I walked in without waiting and ordered a latte for myself. "Don't worry, I've got this. It won't be going on your travel tab."

Chanyotaaa: "Thanks! Black coffee, Americano—whatever's fine. I'm pretty used to that kind of drink.To be honest, I thought you would take me to see the Statue of Liberty or maybe Times Square... I mean, I even brought my camera." But here we were, at a coffee shop—my very first stop in New York. I grabbed the iced Americano and took a big gulp. That familiar kick made me feel like I was about to hit the gym and start pumping iron. It almost felt like I was still on the road, touring for matches. Any moment now, some unexpected twist could happen, and I'd be right back in that ring.

Princess_Misaki: "Hahaha..." I let out an unreserved laugh, completely doubled over by your words. "Come on, Chanyota—Misaki! Haha! The Statue of Liberty? Times Square? You'll have plenty of time to waste sitting in traffic there. I promise you, one day you'll never want to see those things again." I grabbed my iced latte and took a big gulp. "I've seen your work in P.P.P—impressive, unforgettable. And I also know you just got out of your contract. So I honestly can't think of a better place than N.E.W. for a girl like you to fight for and feel glory." I noticed you were about to immediately object, and I quickly cut in: "And another thing... I don't really think you want to take time off or retire. Tell me what's in your suitcase—my guess is boots, gear, and your ring attire. Come on, Chanyota, admit it. You came here looking for a new story. A new fight that gets your blood pumping and your heart racing. Don't let those amazing muscles go to waste, alright...?"

Chanyotaaa: This girl was something else. It was like she could read my mind—shutting me down before I could even muster a single excuse. And I wanted to make excuses. I wanted to convince myself that stepping back was the right call. But she wouldn't let me hide. She wasn't just another Misaki—she was using that name to pull the truth straight out of me. The truth was, I could never stop wanting to be stronger. I could never walk away from the ring, from the thrill of pulling off something breathtaking in front of a crowd. Nothing in the world could match that feeling. I'd tried it all—being a cop, working in adult films, you name it. I'd walked so many paths, but people never understood why I kept coming back to wrestling. Every time I found something I loved, something always pulled me away. But this time, for the first time, it felt like I had a real shot at staying. "I... um... yeah... it's my gear... but... well... okay... maybe I did think about having a few matches here..." Under the weight of your relentless verbal barrage, I threw in the towel and just buried my face in my coffee, drinking to avoid saying anything more.

Princess_Misaki: I could tell I'd hit a nerve—that little wish of yours I'd just called out. A sly smile crept across my face as I watched you, this girl who towered over me, looking so flustered. "Chanyota... you know what, can I just call you Sis? Since we pretty much share the same name anyway, I feel like having you as a big sister would make me feel a whole lot safer. Once you've had some time to rest, I want to take you somewhere. I'll help you get back in the groove—and... give you a reason to stay that you won't be able to say no to. How does that sound?" I polished off my coffee in one big gulp. It wasn't just about quenching my thirst—it was the excitement of bringing in someone this talented, this skilled, as a new partner.

Chanyotaaa: "Oh, I'd love that. I'd really love a little sister as lively as you—it feels amazing." I finished off my coffee in one gulp. "If we're headed somewhere, we should probably get moving soon. I can't stay in the US too long before I make up my mind about working here, so let's not waste any time, okay?" I got to my feet. I had no clue where you were taking me or what was in store, but I knew it was tied to my future here. And since my sightseeing plans were already shot for the day, I guess that iced Americano was exactly what I needed.

Princess_Misaki:

Princess_Misaki: "Then let's get going..." By that point, I had no doubt left—you were staying. The fire in your eyes, that hunger for battle—you couldn't hide it if you tried. You kept saying you needed to think it over, but I knew better. That was just your automatic hesitation talking. The moment you got back to what you loved, you'd step into that ring without a second thought. I drove you a few blocks over to a warehouse‑style building—NOIR's training gym. Inside, rows of heavy bags and strength machines lined the floor, with a wrestling ring right in the middle, the N.E.W. logo standing out loud and clear. "Welcome to N.E.W.! I hope you'll forgive me for going ahead and making arrangements, but tonight is your debut. And I think my big sister won't be too mad at her little sister for setting this up. As for who you're facing in your first match... it's me." I let out a little giggle, watching your eyes go wide in surprise.

Chanyotaaa: The news hit me like a bolt—surprise, thrill, and just a hint of worry all at once. I never expected someone to have set everything up for me already, feeding the most raw and primal hunger I had: the hunger for a great fight. And this girl, this tiny thing, had just told me she was going to step into the ring with someone as big as me—on my very first night here, no less. I ran a hand over my forehead. "Wait... am I dreaming right now? Are you telling me I can wrestle tonight? No tryout? No contract signing?" I made my way into the massive training facility, feeling my muscles start to buzz with nervous excitement. I turned back one final time, shooting you a look that asked the question I couldn't quite put into words.

Princess_Misaki: "Of course~" I giggled. "Well, assuming the gear you brought actually fits—'cause I sure don't have anything that'll work for someone your size. And just so you know, I'm not exactly an easy opponent. Anyway, I think I've distracted you from training long enough. One cup of coffee is already pushing my wallet to its limit, to be honest. Good luck tonight." I flashed you a quick smile, turned on my heel, and headed out of the gym.

Princess_Misaki: