NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Chanyotaaa: Tonight has been absolutely crazy. From the moment I found out I was officially stepping into NEW to walking out with a victory in my debut match—only a few hours had passed. I hadn't even had time to take a selfie at any of New York's famous landmarks, and there I was, standing in the middle of that wrestling ring, under the spotlight, eliminating two girls at once—both of them hot new stars in NEW. My management team wasn't even properly set up yet. On my way out of the ring and back to the locker room, I still needed staff to point me in the right direction—otherwise, I might've walked right out onto the street in this gear. I pushed open the locker room door, sweat dripping down from my hair. I peeled off my tight wristbands and knee pads. 'Good job, Chanyota,' I whispered to myself, congratulating myself on getting through this insane night. I tossed my gear aside, my muscles still pumped and swollen. I didn't even have my own locker yet. I stood up, leaning against the metal locker to stretch and loosen up my muscles, and caught myself wondering—how was I supposed to get back to Misaki's place to crash? After all, I'd just given her a hard time in that ring, even though we both knew these things happen. The thought made me laugh out loud—a soft snort escaping as I shook my head.

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: Tomorrow is my big match against Hana for the NEW Championship, and I'm wandering around backstage feeling restless, but an improvised triple threat match catches my attention. I find myself glued to the monitor, watching all the action closely. Misaki, whom I know all too well. Aïsha, the girl Hana squashed yesterday to send me a message. And Chanyota, a truly imposing new Japanese girl. The Asian giant's victory is so devastating that it leaves no doubt about her dominance. I cross paths with Aïsha, who is the first to make it backstage, immediately asking for her phone so she can tweet, loudly and shrilly complaining about NEW and its referees, and arguing with several staff members trying to calm her down. Shortly afterward, I see you walk by and head into the locker room. I glance over at Misaki, who's stayed behind greeting some fans, and decide to go after you and introduce myself properly. I step into the locker room after knocking on the door before entering, addressing you. "Chanyota? Excuse me, may I speak with you for a second?"

Sara_León:

Chanyotaaa: I was still riding high on my own excitement, debating whether I should be the one to text Misaki first—otherwise I might end up crashing on the street tonight. But I figured she probably wouldn't hold it against me. Then a friendly voice pulled me out of my thoughts. 'Oh, hey—I'm Chanyota. Or you can call me Misaki... wow, you...' I blurted out my introduction on autopilot before I even turned around. And there she was—a sweet-looking European girl, nicely built, wearing an N.E.W. casual tee. 'I'd love to chat—it's nice to meet you. You... seem kind of familiar, actually.' Something about her reminded me of a heel I'd watched back in my Stardom days. I hadn't exactly branched out socially in this company yet, so I reached out a hand, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and studied her face a little more closely.

Sara_León: I shake your hand with a shy little laugh, moving all the way closer to you and tucking my hair behind my ear. "I probably shouldn't be the one to say it, but I'm the current N.E.W. champion, that's probably why my face seems familiar to you..." I say to you quietly, letting go of your hand and beginning to gesture a little. "Nice to meet you. Actually, I just came to congratulate you on your match, I wanted to tell you that I thought it was impressive. My name is Sara, Sara León."

Chanyotaaa: 'Oh! No wonder!' I gasped in Japanese. Sara Leon! That was her. I reached out and clasped both of your hands excitedly. 'It's really you, Sara! Sara the Lioness! Do you remember me? Are you holding a title here now? Congratulations—this is insane, I...' I was so hyped I couldn't even figure out how to introduce myself. It had been ages since we first crossed paths, and I'd definitely bulked up a bit since then. 'I'm Misaki—Officer Misaki, and now my nick name is Chanyota! ring a bell? That was... let me think—back in your Stardom days! You were usually playing the heel around that time! That night, outside the venue, some thug made off with your wallet. I caught it right after the show—pinned the guy against the wall and everything... remember? Uh... if I said anything that rubbed you the wrong way back then, I'm really sorry...' It hit me that our first encounter might not be a fond memory for you. And it had taken me a while to truly grasp what you'd done for Hana. So my voice calmed down, and I made a point not to dig up anything that might sting.

Sara_León: My face becomes a river of conflicting emotions. At first, you take my hands and squeeze them enthusiastically, leaving me utterly confused. I obviously don't remember you at first, and for a moment I even think you've gone crazy, until you start talking. You mention Stardom, my reign as a despicable heel, and the muscles in my face visibly tense, though I still can't place you until you bring up the incident. Then those images finally come flooding back into my mind... and I go completely pale. A Japanese police officer who, after helping me recover my wallet, confronted me (albeit politely) about what I had done to Hana. That face and those words haunted me for several days, and suddenly you were standing right in front of me again... much more muscular, but genuinely happy to see me. I stand there, bewildered, trying to gently pull my hands away from yours, feeling a little lightheaded. "Oh... Oh, wow... Yeah, I remember... It's... Wow, what a coincidence..."

Chanyotaaa: Your reaction told me loud and clear that I shouldn't have gone there so bluntly. But ever since that night, I've had nothing but genuine respect for you. It's not every day you see a top-tier wrestler willing to throw away a shining career for the sake of someone they care about. 'Sorry, Sara—maybe I shouldn't have brought that up. But honestly, we all do dumb things when we're young and reckless. I know what you sacrificed for Hana afterward, and you're actually one of the biggest reasons I decided to pursue pro wrestling full-time. I mean that—no flattery. So please don't hold my younger, stupider self against me, alright? How are you and Hana doing these days?' Of course, I had no idea that things between you and Hana weren't the fairy tale I'd built up in my head—I'd only just arrived a few hours ago. I dropped my arms, rested my hands on my hips, and looked you square in the eye, hoping you could let the old memories fade.

Sara_León: I raise a hand, shaking my head to reassure you. "No, no, it's okay, it's okay, don't worry..." I say, bringing a hand to my forehead and closing my eyes for a second. "You did the right thing, you just held up a mirror to me, and believe me, I needed it," I admit, my voice trembling, before forcing a smile. "But hey, I'm glad you decided to become a wrestler because of me. It really means so much to me, I'm being completely sincere. Thank you for telling me." Slowly, I begin to relax again, until my expression darkens once more when I'm about to talk about Hana. "You really haven't been keeping up with the latest events in N.E.W., have you? I'm facing Hana tomorrow for the championship, and we're definitely not in our best moment. I'm afraid that..." My voice breaks, but I continue, "I'm starting to believe that our friendship has fallen apart, and this time... for real."

Chanyotaaa: 'Please, don't worry about it. It's fine, Sara. You two have made it this far through all the rough patches. I only just got to New York—I didn't even know I'd be wrestling this kid in my debut until Misaki picked me up at the airport. Honestly, I might not even be cleared to be out there—I haven't signed my contract yet, so I'm probably not getting a dime for tonight...' I threw in a little joke, hoping to lighten the mood, then stepped in and gave you a hug, patting your back. 'Just treat tomorrow's match as a regular one. I don't know what's going on between you two now, but maybe for warriors like you, a fight is the best way to work things out. And hey... if you ever need someone to rough up, I'm happy to oblige—just like the old officer days.' I grinned and playfully flexed my biceps, hoping my usual upbeat energy could warm things up a little. 'Since we're talking about the company—if I do get my contract signed, then... should I be finding my own opponents, or does the office usually handle that?' I steered the conversation toward something more practical, not wanting to linger on anything that might upset you.

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: Your words gradually and visibly relax my expression, and I gladly accept your hug, feeling those muscles up close for the first time, smiling at your jokes and feeling much better. I had come here to make you feel at home, and you'd completely turned the situation around, becoming a little oasis of kindness yourself... Far too similar to Misaki's, so I keep a bit of emotional distance. I let out a little laugh when you flex your bicep and return to my usual tone as I reply, "Oh, it actually depends. By default you'll have certain matches scheduled, depending on what they decide at Noir, but personal challenges almost always take priority, so just go with the flow. You're free to ask anyone you want for a match, whenever you want. It would be great if they hired you. Do you think they will, or would you like me to try talking to someone to help make things easier?"

Chanyotaaa: 'Thanks, Sara.' Seeing your expression soften, I let out a small breath of relief, rolling my shoulders to work out the soreness from the match. 'Anyway, I think I should be getting that contract soon—I checked my email earlier, and they said they'd put together an official offer at a meeting later. I just need my arms to stop shaking so I can actually write my name legibly. So my next match probably isn't too far off. And hey, if a certain champion puts in a good word for me, I bet I'd get star treatment right away—I mean, we're old friends, aren't we?' I cracked up at my own joke, genuinely laughing. It felt good—really good—to run into someone I'd known from before, someone I'd looked up to, all the way out here in New York. 'Who knows—maybe we'll end up across the ring from each other in a few days.' I meant that more than I let on. Back in my amateur wrestling days, during my patrol shifts, I'd always find myself wondering—if I ever got to face Sara, could I do better than Hana did? Or maybe I'd find a partner who clicked with me, and we'd go toe-to-toe with the team of Hana & Sara in the middle of that ring. I never imagined that, a few years into my pro career, that dream would be right within reach.

Sara_León: "Who knows..." I say, giving your arm a pat, still impressed by its size. "Most likely, yes. I'll make sure to give you a good recommendation," I conclude with a smile before offering you my hand. "Well, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Or recognizing you, if you prefer. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to look for me. Oh! And one more thing, sorry..." I add, lowering my voice, our hands still clasped together. "Be careful with Misaki." I smile at you and give you a mysterious wink, implying that I have no intention of elaborating on my warning

Chanyotaaa: I enthusiastically shook your hand again. "I will, Sara. I'm not one for false politeness. If I need anything, I'll probably end up bothering you, so I'll be counting on your guidance. And if there's anything I can do for you, feel free to call me anytime." I wrote down a number for you. "Or, you can easily find me on Instagram or X now. I'm on call 24/7." I said this while giving a police officer's salute. "Maybe I'll use this as the signature gesture for my finishing move later on. If everything goes smoothly, I might find a new place in a few days. I'll let you know right away. Otherwise, you'll have to find me at Misaki's place—if you're that scared of her, haha, right?" I noticed your joking warning, but I didn't take it too seriously, since I haven't been through as much as you two have. I pulled my hand back. "Sorry, I might need to head to the gym to do some stretching and hit a few punching bags. I need to keep the memory of this fresh in my muscles. It was great seeing you here, and I hope we meet again soon." I shook your hand earnestly once more, then slung my bag over my shoulder and followed the staff member toward the fitness center.

Sara_León: I tuck your number away and give you a faintly mysterious smile when you imply that I'm afraid of the woman I defeated to win the Noir Championship, but I don't answer. My warning was genuine, but I don't know you well enough to explain it any further, so I decide to leave it hanging. "Same here!" I reply as you say goodbye, watching you walk away. I fold my arms and stand there, following your figure with my eyes until you disappear down the corridors. That's when I finally spot Misaki entering the backstage area, one hand resting on her head. Before she has a chance to make her way toward the locker room, I decide to leave

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Chanyotaaa: These days, I barely leave my residence. I am constantly working on assembling my team, and I read through my contract several times. The clause I have carefully deliberated over and insisted on including is that I hold the right to freely challenge any girl in N.E.W., though this does not extend to title matches—after all, simply having the right to compete is more than enough to satisfy me. And tonight, I am making a little preparation for my signing ceremony. I am not wearing standard business attire, but rather my ring gear. I am standing far back in the shadows. As the available N.E.W. wrestlers gather backstage and the shareholders take their seats in the ring, in front of the entire crowd of fans, my theme music—"Mental Pump"—hits. I confidently walk down the ramp and into the ring.

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: The public contract signing in N.E.W. is... unusual. It's almost never made into an event, but your performance in the triple threat has sparked the audience's interest, and, by extension, the company's as well. I am standing in the ring in my wrestling gear, with the Noir title resting on my shoulder. They asked whether I would like to make an appearance as champion, and I agreed, albeit somewhat shyly, so I remain near one of the corners, away from the table draped with the purple cloth and the papers laid out on it. I watch you step into the ring and shake hands with the officials. When it's my turn, I step forward and shake your hand as well, professionally

Chanyotaaa: I nod at you, give a slight bow, then take the pen and solemnly write my name on the contract, showing it to the cameras. The whole audience erupts in applause. When the microphone is handed to me, I clear my throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, hello, thank you for being here today. I'm not someone who likes to keep people in suspense. One of the clauses in my contract allows me one opportunity to challenge anyone at random, and I'm cashing in that clause today." I then glance toward the staff for approval, and they nod back with smiles, acknowledging the move. The audience's excitement is reignited once again.

Sara_León: I applaud along with the crowd as you sign, happy for you but genuinely uncomfortable at having to take part in a formality and maintain appearances. I adjust the title on my shoulder when you mention that you can challenge anyone, smiling and waiting expectantly. Who would you want to fight? The most logical option would be Misaki, whom you're living with right now, your fellow countrywoman, and it's hard to imagine anyone else. Perhaps Hana, knowing that you were a Stardom fan during that time. I smile at the thought; if you challenged Hana, it would be wonderful for her to come out and receive an ovation for the first time in months. The crowd grows louder, making you take longer to announce your opponent's name, while my mind drifts to other things, wondering how Lauren must have reacted to what happened between Hana and me...

Chanyotaaa: "Friends! Your champion—and this means a great deal to me—today I will dedicate this opportunity to Sara!" I walk up to you, smile, and bow with great solemnity and respect. "Finally, this day has come. It has been an honor to follow your journey all the way until now. Would you be willing to let me show you what I can do, right here in front of you?" I flash a warm and confident smile, extend my arm, and wait for your response.

Sara_León:

Chanyotaaa:

Chanyotaaa:

Chanyotaaa: I excitedly blow the loose strands of hair at my temples upward with a soft breath from the corner of my mouth, as I await your reply. From a girl full of raw emotion back then, to the formidable presence in this ring who can now shield many from the wind and rain, I am proud of myself. Every step I take is following in the footsteps you once paved for us.

Sara_León: The crowd erupts with excitement, and I erupt with... confusion? I stand there with my mouth slightly open, immediately snapping back to reality as I look into your mischievous eyes. For a brief moment, I go pale, but then I remember that the title is safe, you weren't allowed to challenge for it. You walk up to me while my expression is still confused, a half-smile on my lips but clearly still trying to process what's happening. You extend your hand, and I look down at it before meeting your eyes again, as the crowd chants in unison, demanding that I accept the challenge. Pressing my lips together, I smile as I shake your hand. "You're a real bitch..." I say with a laugh, while the staff members begin clearing away the signing table and the speakers announce our match officially

Chanyotaaa: I can't help but chuckle at your words. Even if it sounds a bit blunt, I know what you mean. If I were still that little girl, I think I would have taken it the wrong way. But today, I'll make you proud. I back away to my corner, slip on my signature deep red mouthguard, drop my center of gravity, and get ready to charge out the moment the bell rings.

Chanyotaaa: My heart is pounding so frantically with nervousness that I can barely steady it—maybe even missing a beat here and there. My muscles, sharpened from the gym sessions over the past few days, are slightly engorged and primed at peak competitive intensity. I curl my lips into a grin at you, determined to show you just how incredible that police girl has become today.

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: I reverently hand Noir's title over to the referee and head to my corner, where I begin stretching, trying to be thorough since I wasn't expecting this match at all. I use the few minutes it takes to get the ring ready to warm up my body while also watching you. You're not the biggest girl I've ever faced, but even so... you're intimidating. I try to redraw my strategy in my head as I wait for the match to begin, until at last—*DING DING*—the bell rings, and I step toward the center of the ring with my arms raised in a defensive stance, beginning to circle around you

Chanyotaaa: As soon as the bell rings, I start circling towards the center of the ring. I raise my arms, making small grabs and tugs in an attempt to catch hold of your wrists. I am approaching this match with extreme caution, adjusting my shorts and tight top a couple of times to ensure my joints and limbs have complete freedom of movement. I channel my power and focus first into my right hand, reaching forward with it to try and grab your elbow.

Sara_León: I begin backing away as you keep feinting, realizing I have less and less room to move, but genuinely feeling that going head-to-head with you in a test of strength would be the worst possible way to start the match. I'm quickly running out of options when your hand manages to grab my elbow, and I react on instinct, trying to drive a kick into your left thigh

Chanyotaaa: "Hmm!" As your foot lands on my left thigh, I let out a low growl, feeling the opening strike. I immediately abandon the clinch, straighten up quickly, and fire back with my own right leg kick to your left thigh—returning the favor right away! "Come on! Let's see how many rounds Sara can last!" I use all power that I can get from my leg, throw a low kick to your left quad like a whip!

Sara_León: As soon as you let go of me and straighten up, I quickly move in to grab your head, but "Agh!!" You recover faster than I expected, and your boot slams into my own thigh, making me double over slightly and step back, but not far enough to avoid another strike. "OWW!!" This one is much more powerful and brutal, making me lose my balance and fall onto my butt on the mat as I clutch my thigh with both hands and grit my teeth, trying to drag myself away from you

Chanyotaaa: I step forward, hooking my bicep under your jaw and tucking your head against my arm to force you up. Then I wrap both arms around your head, lock it against my shoulder, and pull hard forward from behind, trying to slam you down onto the canvas once again. I'm filled with excitement and pure enjoyment for this match—I'm going head-to-head with the hottest competitor in the game right now, and tonight, I'm going to shock the entire professional women's wrestling alliance with my power.

Sara_León: "Uh..." I feel your enormous bicep press against my jaw, and my head gets trapped under your arm, so you lift me with terrifying ease, making me kick helplessly in the air before I feel both of your arms lock around my head and yank it hard backward. My legs fly forward while the rest of my body follows your movement, and my head and back SLAM into the canvas, making me immediately curl up after the impact and bring my hands to my head, clutching it tightly and trying to get rid of the stars that have formed in my mind

Chanyotaaa: "Hey!" As we crash down onto the canvas together, the mat lets out a deafening thud. I scramble back to my feet quickly—falling like this is nothing new to me. I walk over, lean down, and hoist you up like a log. "Alright, Sara, this might hurt a little, but it's still better than a steel cage." I adjust your position in my arms, and with a loud roar, I lift your entire body onto my shoulder—much like a Torture Rack, except I'm not targeting your spine. I have one arm wrapped around your thigh and the other pressing down on your neck. "Ahhh!" I carry you excitedly across the canvas, pacing in circles like a patrolling soldier, planning to execute my next move amidst the dizziness you can't predict.

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: I kick my legs weakly from the pain before I feel your powerful arms reposition me once again, and before I realize it, I'm lying across your shoulders in a fireman's carry. I feel your hands on my thigh and the back of my neck as I'm left exposed horizontally for you to show me off to the crowd, while I still feel a sharp pain in my head that won't let me react, only complain. "What are you going to do?? Put me down!!"

Chanyotaaa: "Alright! Here we go!" After pacing around the ring a few times with you in my arms, I spot an open space to my front left. I hold you tight and suddenly roll forward to my left, my goal being to drive your head and back hard into the canvas with my hold locked in. As I spring up slightly and arch my back, I can already hear the gasps from the audience. "Oh my god! That muscle monster—what kind of move is that…" I'm not surprised by their narrow-mindedness—after all, before I arrived, very few girls had the muscle structure to pull off these moves perfectly… Now I'm just waiting for both of us to land smoothly in my ideal way, slamming you into the canvas.

Sara_León: "NO!! AAHHHHH!!!" **-BOOOOMMM!!!-** The instant you throw yourself down, my back and my head CRASH into the canvas, making it tremble as I bounce off it and end up lying there flat on my back with my mouth and eyes wide open, completely out of breath and weakly arching my back, my vision blurred. If Misaki had managed to terrify me with her submissions, this Japanese monster was starting to do the same with her muscles

Chanyotaaa: I slam you down onto the canvas and straddle you, legs spread on both sides, crouching low. I hook your right leg high, driving my shoulder firmly against your knee, snatching your right wrist with my left hand. My right hand hovers right above your chest—I'm already rushing to finish the cover. 'Ref! Pinfall!' I'm just about to press my right hand onto you, cinching this pin down tight..."

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: My leg is lifted, resting against your shoulder, while I feel my right wrist trapped in your hand as the referee drops to the canvas and... your hand finally presses down onto my chest. "ONE!!!...." The referee's shout sets off every alarm in my head. My head is still throbbing from the two brutal impacts, but it's still working. I try to break free quickly, but then I realize it was a mistake to let you lock in the pin. My entire body thrashes while my shoulders don't move from the canvas, and I panic, looking at your confident face and your enormous arms strategically positioned to keep me from moving. "TWO!!" I start sweating purely from anxiety as I realize you've also got one of my legs trapped, but I use the other one to try to generate leverage, pressing it against the canvas and struggling with all my strength to lift my hips, having to raise your entire weight at the same time as I fling my free arm upward once more, making my movement violent and desperate... And also successful, preventing the third slap from ever coming. I collapse back down, my free arm falling to my side as I pant heavily, still beneath your weight

Chanyotaaa: You kicked out with all your might, making me stumble forward a couple of steps. I let go of your wrist, which I was still holding, stepped over you, and kept moving with the momentum until I reached the ropes. I put one foot on the bottom rope, and when I was about to climb up, I suddenly realized that with my build, I should avoid high-flying moves off the ropes—otherwise, I'd be too easy to counter. I had to give it my all, every single second, and take you seriously. So I changed my stance: one foot on the bottom rope, arms crossed and resting casually on the top rope, showing off my impressive biceps to the crowd on that side. "I think Sara would like it too," I said, planting a kiss on my own arm. I was sure that after this match, I'd gain quite a few fans... Then I turned around, ran toward you in the center of the ring, leaped over you as you lay on the canvas, used the rebound from the ropes to spring back, and came running straight at you, stomping my boot right across your abdomen.

Sara_León: I remain lying on the canvas, panting as you let go of me and finally move away, closing my eyes and weakly arching my back, still feeling an intense pain in my head. I hear you say my name playfully, and suddenly the canvas starts to shake. I open my eyes slightly and flinch as I see your huge figure above me, but you pass right over me, leaving me confused for a moment before I see you come back and "UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" I feel your boot sink into my abdomen, making my entire body jerk upward, curling into a U-shape as I clutch my stomach and feel like I can't breathe. The movement makes me fall back onto the canvas on my side, curled up in the fetal position, letting out weak moans

Chanyotaaa: "Alright, so shall we try again?" I say with a smile, walking to your side and turning you around to face the canvas. Then I go down and trap your right leg between my thighs, drop my upper body onto her back, and wrap arms tightly around your head in a facelock. Then arch your spine and lean backward, wrenching your knee, lower back, and neck with immense pressure. I clenched my muscles with all my might, pulling your head up completely while forcing your face to turn slightly toward me, increasing the pressure on your cervical spine and vertebrae, putting you into 'STF'. 'Ready to tap out, Sara?'

Sara_León: You turn me over, forcing my chest flat against the canvas as you trap my right leg. Then I suddenly feel your enormous weight drop onto my back. "Gawdh!!" before I feel your massive arms wrap around my head, your forearms pressing painfully against my face as you begin to pull back. "Ahh... Agh!! NO!! AAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!" I'm caught in a painful STF beneath your heavy body, my knee—still sore from Hana's match—starting to give out as I feel my back bend unnaturally and my neck twist in your grip. I begin to tremble from the sheer pressure, moaning and screaming in agony, genuinely starting to feel terrified of you as I alternately stretch my arms forward, desperately reaching for the ropes

Chanyotaaa: I always keep a polite, calm smile on my face—it's not disdain, but for someone I'd only ever seen in magazines or on TV before, I truly relish this real‑life contact here in the ring. I pull your head toward my toned chest and press your cheek firmly against it. "Stop—listen, Sara. Can you hear my passionate heartbeat? It’s the courage that kept a little girl moving forward all this time!" I never resort to harsh taunts when I have my opponent trapped, especially not against a woman as respectable as you. At the same time, I try to counter your movements, keeping you away from that still‑swinging rope.

Sara_León: My head arches back, letting out a broken cry of pain, "AIIIIIEEEEE!!" as my cheek sinks into your chest while you crush it with dominance, making the rest of my body tremble, until I can indeed hear the beating of your heart. You give me a beautiful compliment that I'm barely able to process through all the pain, making me blush slightly as I feel you so intimately, but my arms never stop searching for a way out. I babble something from within your arms, trying to move one of my hands behind you, looking to hit you somewhere or at least manage to grab you by the back of the neck, while the referee asks if I give up and I frantically shake my head in the little space I have. "No!! No!!" can be heard from within your arms

Chanyotaaa: I felt your arm or hand strike me right around my shoulder blades on my back. You got lucky—when you hardly even knew where to aim, you happened to hit that sensitive spot on the inside of my scapula. "Wo..." I let out a low gasp, and my body couldn't hold its backward lean any longer. At the same time, I felt your arm naturally slip around my neck. Losing my balance, I had to brace my arms against the canvas. I turned my head to look at you and gave an awkward smile.

Sara_León: At last, you let me go, sending a wave of relief through my entire body, although I'm not sure how I managed to pull it off... And you're still sitting on my injured knee, which causes me excruciating pain with every passing second. I gasp against the canvas, bracing my hands on it and gathering my strength to try to roll over as much as I can, dragging my legs and trying to shake you off me with desperate movements, like a trapped animal

Chanyotaaa: When you suddenly begin to struggle in agonizing pain, I realized I might have hit some kind of trigger—until I see that I have probably pressed directly on your knee. I lift my thigh and roll to the side. This isn't intentional slacking off—I don't want to take advantage of your vulnerable state. Maybe injuries are part of the game, and after some matches they can affect your future bouts, but I'm not that mean and insidious kind of person who exploits an opponent's existing weak spots and clings to them. I also need a moment to catch my breath. I spread my legs, freeing yours, giving you enough room to move away. Then I simply roll over to the side, get up, and crouch back down on the canvas, adjusting my breathing.

Sara_León: To my immense surprise, you move away from me, allowing me to crawl away with a confused, pained expression as I clutch my knee tightly. "Damn it..." I manage to mutter while continuing to drag myself toward the ropes, where I lean back, resting both arms on the middle rope and my back against it, panting and drenched in sweat, feeling completely overwhelmed by you and having failed to so much as ruffle your hair throughout everything we've done in this match. I stare at you between heavy breaths, my hair messy and disheveled across my face, wondering how the hell I'm supposed to manage to knock you down at all

Chanyotaaa: We fall into a motionless standstill, the two wrestlers maintaining a half-wary distance, just quietly staring at each other, and then I know I am gradually, bit by bit, realizing my dream. I swallow my saliva, stand up, walk over, grab your left wrist with my left hand, intending to get you into position on the canvas, while trying to bring my right arm around your back. "Let's go, Sara!" I push hard again, trying to drive you deep into the elasticity of the ropes, using the rebound and my own thrust to launch you toward the opposite ropes.

Sara_León: You grab me by the wrist before I can barely react, letting me get back up thanks to you as if you were doing it in a friendly way, feeling your arm over my back while you keep pressing me against the ropes. I swallow, little by little feeling that I recover the rhythm of my breathing, and I let you push me toward the opposite ropes. Time stands still as I try to steady my gasps along with my steps. I turn around and my back sinks deeply into the ropes on the opposite side, while I begin to feel ready to counterattack, and I fly toward you at full speed, jumping at the last moment while I tuck my legs in for an instant, suddenly extending them and trying to hit you directly in the chest with my boots in a dropkick!

Chanyotaaa: I plan to ‘greet’ you with a clothesline when you charge back at me, but you catch me off guard by leaping up—and what meets me is the hard sole of your boot. My body is quickly kicked backward, slamming onto the canvas with a loud thud. "Ughhhhwo..." I lie there on the mat, taking a long moment just to let out my first breath. Your power is definitely not something to be underestimated. The crowd cheers as their champion starts fighting back. I struggle to get myself up, rising to one knee facing your direction, while sweat begins to mess up my hair.

Sara_León: As I fall onto the canvas on my back, the impact knocks the breath out of me for a moment... But I can't help smiling when I realize it worked. Making an effort, I tuck my legs in and throw them upward, propelling myself to my feet in a single jump, my hair flying through the air as the crowd erupts into applause. But I have no intention of basking in it. My eyes lock onto your figure, already down on one knee, and the urgency drives me to attack. I don't even wait for you to get back to your feet or to properly set my stance. I simply throw myself at you and quickly wrap your head under my left arm, while at the same time trying to fall backward onto the canvas, aiming to drive your skull into it with a DDT!

Chanyotaaa: You come over and grab my head. I know what's about to happen, and for someone my size, this position is not good. So I can't let you throw me. As your left arm loops around my neck, I shift my weight back, sitting down on my hips. I breathe heavily, feeling the pulse of your muscles. Your abs are slick and beautiful with sweat. I wrap my arms around your waist, resisting your backward lean, trying to keep both of our feet on the canvas.

Sara_León: I pull my back backward and... nothing happens. I remain there with your head under my arm, pulling it back without you moving an inch, feeling your arms wrapped around my waist. I have to think extremely fast, afraid that you'll take control again, so I try to wrap my other arm around your head as well, attempting to shift slightly to one side and trying to wrap my legs around your hips while you're still sitting, desperately looking to lock you in a guillotine choke

Chanyotaaa: "Offff......" I finally feel Sara's power for real. You quickly wrap your legs around my hips, trapping me in a seated guillotine choke. I try to use one of my arms to pry open some space under my neck, but my arms don't have enough time to do so many things at once. "Give up?" The referee leans in, asking me through the narrow gap. "No... not yet..." I shake my head with effort, telling myself I can do more. Just as I'm about to lose consciousness, I have to race against my own mind and your muscles. With difficulty, I bring my arms back around your waist, locking them together over your spine, then I tense my quadriceps, trying to lift you completely off the mat. My breathing grows quicker and quicker...

Sara_León: My legs desperately cling to and dig into your hips, while my arms twist tighter and sink into your throat. I give sporadic tugs, letting my hair fly behind me as I tighten the submission more and more. "COME ON!!" I shout, feeling that you're starting to get into trouble. Your head is very close to my chest this time, which pounds with fury as I try to drain everything I can from you... Until you begin to move. And to stand up. I feel your arms wrap around my waist and lock behind my back, suddenly realizing that, without ever letting go of the hold, I'm hanging onto your head more than a meter above the canvas. Trying not to panic, I begin to drop my center of gravity backward, attempting to make you at least fall to your knees, while using one of my legs to try to strike your back

Chanyotaaa: I bite down on my mouthguard. The choking sensation makes me desperately want to close my eyes. I stagger and manage to get my feet back on the canvas. Your legs keep driving your heels into my back. My neck has been folded forward for too long—I really feel like I'm about to pass out here. When the referee rushes over again to check on me, I can't say anything except shake my head. Suddenly I realize: if you want me back on the canvas, maybe that's a good idea. Only, you want me to go down slowly on my knees, while I want a quick drop. I gather all my strength in my upper body, then decide to leave it all to fate. I hold you tight, then release all my power, letting myself fall forward, taking your back down with me.

Sara_León: Suddenly I feel weightless... and—BOOOOOOOM!—my back crashes into the canvas with all your weight on top of me. It's not a devastating impact, but it's enough to make me let go of your throat, while my legs fall limply onto the mat. I bring my arms back as I groan and arch my back as much as I can, gritting my teeth and trying to wriggle out from underneath you

Chanyotaaa: I only feel a series of irregular jolts, and then my vision slowly refocuses. I cough violently a few times, shaking my head hard on the ground to clear my mind. My neck and chest have red abrasions left from the chokehold just now. I look up and see that you are also recovering from this slam. Luckily, this time I'm in an advantageous position. I grab your right ankle, then slowly get to my feet, gradually tightening my arms as I try to drag you toward the center of the canvas. "We're not done yet..."

Sara_León: You get back to your feet while I'm still writhing, then you grab me by the ankle and start dragging me across the canvas like a sack of potatoes. I try to kick and struggle, but every pull makes me lose my grip on the mat, and I end up in the middle of the ring with one leg raised and trapped between your arms. As I try to sit up, I start kicking at your arms with my free leg, trying to make you let go

Chanyotaaa: My forearms can take some of the force from your kicks, but your kicks do bruise my wrists. I grit my teeth and clench my fists, resisting your counterattacks. When you kick again with your free leg, I seize the moment to open one arm and trap your leg between my waist and my arm. That way, I secure both of your ankles on either side of my body. I lean down, and we're face-to-face, close enough that you can hear everything clearly. "Hope you can survive this…" I suddenly jerk upward, causing you to lose balance and lean back, while planning to flip you over on the canvas. I've already swung one leg over your body and positioned it… ‘It that a Boston C? A big sis can do so many holds?Maybe I misunderstand about her size that only can punch and lift..’ I hear such words and reply a warm smile to the front girl in the audience…

Sara_León: I see how you grab my second leg, making me end up with my head and back resting on the canvas and my whole body tilted upward. I press my forearms against the canvas, trying to control my own movements while you threaten me and pull on me, "HEY! AGH!!" Feeling how you try to begin turning me over. I press the palms of my hands against the canvas and try to redirect the movement as best I can, making it very difficult for you to put me into position, while my entire body twists like that of an animal in your grip and my breathing quickens, trying to avoid the Boston Crab

Chanyotaaa: I watch you struggle and twist on the canvas. I hope your strength can be wasted by yourself as much as possible in such a non-confrontational situation, so I'm not in a hurry to put all my weight on your buttocks. I try my best to straighten my upper body and half-squat, like I'm under the squat rack at the gym. I turn my head back to keep an eye on you, making sure your every move is within my plan. I clamp my armpit tightly around your ankle, and when your arm supports you and is about to lift you up, I slowly lower my weight down onto your buttocks, intending to make you gradually feel the crushing pressure. "How about now! Welcome to the muscle arena, Sara."

Sara_León: Like a steamroller, slow but unstoppable, you manage to turn me completely face down while I keep struggling, every second more and more exhausted from the effort, until I finally begin to feel the crushing pressure of the familiar Boston Crab. "Ahh.... Ahhhhh...." I begin to moan with every inch you lower yourself onto my body, and finally give up my attempts to break free, letting myself collapse face down in defeat, my cheek pressed against the canvas with my forearms at my sides while you bend my entire body into a C-shape from behind, tightening my back and slowly twisting my legs over me as I feel your strength and your weight overwhelm me. "GGAAAWWWWDD!! NO!! AHHHHHHH!!" I end up screaming as I feel completely trapped, my muscles stretching as if they were about to tear apart, while I moan and gasp against the canvas

Chanyotaaa: A blissful smile spreads across my face. I'm wrestling with my idol, and the hard work I've been striving for is helping me close the gap between us—after all, she's already truly felt my power. "Little girl! Little girl!" I call out enthusiastically and excitedly to that young girl who was just at ringside. "Can you take a photo for me? This is my dream—I'm going through all of this with my senior and my idol! Heyyy!" At the same time, I make sure to straighten my spine even more, stretching your leg back into an even deeper pull. "As a thank-you, little girl, after the match, my arm guard is yours. Deal?" I want to enjoy this moment like a picnic. "Dear Sara, are you thinking of giving up?" The referee crouches down, pointing at Sara's face, waiting for me to ask her decision right now

Sara_León: The casual way you speak to the little girl is almost exasperating. For you it's practically a game, while I haven't had this hard a time in a Noir ring since the title match against Misaki. I close my eyes, lowering my head and gritting my teeth, pressing my cheek and part of my forehead against the canvas with a muffled groan, "Nnnnhhhghghhhhh...." Trying to breathe rhythmically and throwing occasional punches into the canvas while the crowd begins clapping in rhythm. I don't even want to imagine how I'll look in the little girl's photo, with you happy to be wrestling your idol... And your idol suffering in a humiliating submission. My hips, my thigh, and my lower back continue to stretch beneath your enormous weight, wearing me down agonizingly, but my answer to the referee is unmistakable, almost filled with rage: "NO!! NOT YET!!" I open one eye to check the position of the ropes, but this time you've brought me right to the center of the ring, and they're practically not an option, so all I can do is endure for as long as I can

Chanyotaaa: "Sir, I don't think she's going to give up, is she, Sara?" I'm absolutely confident in your decision, so I don't plan to keep you trapped in such a boring hold for too long. After bending your legs back one last time, I suddenly fling them forward and release the Boston crab. I shout out and walk over to the ropes, checking the moment the little girl captured for us. "I love her to death, thank you, sweetheart…" I spread my arms wide, soaking in the crowd's cheers. Then, as you lie face-down on the canvas, I plan to show you that I can do even more. I slowly climb up the corner turnbuckle, crouching on top of it, excited and eager as I watch your heaving chest. "Are you ready for me!" With a loud cheer to pump myself up, I leap high into the air, spreading my body out like a giant net, diving straight toward you on the canvas.

Sara_León: You finally let me go, but I can't move. I feel my muscles slowly returning to their natural position while my chest heaves against the canvas. I gasp laboriously against it, gradually recovering my mobility while you distract yourself, getting carried away by the crowd. I turn my head to look at you, expecting you to come after me, but then you begin climbing one of the corners. My heart starts pounding, while I feel the little energy I have left focusing on a single idea, and as soon as you ask if I'm ready, I murmur to myself, "Yes...". The instant you launch yourself into the air, I quickly crouch down to push off with my boots and spring upward in an explosion of energy. I manage to wrap my arms around your head, leaning backward while letting both of our bodies plunge toward the canvas, but trying to throw you off balance and alter your momentum, aiming to yank your head down violently and make your skull slam into the canvas with a jumping cutter!

Chanyotaaa: When I see you nimbly slip away from where I'm about to land, I know something's terribly wrong. You speed to my side and lock your arm around my neck. "Oh! No... Slam!" Pain radiates outward from my forehead. I immediately clutch my head, writhing in pain on the canvas, curling up... "Ah! That hurts! Awesome! Sara!" As an objective commentator, I can't find better words of praise. Your reaction and counter are masterclass. I'm gasping painfully, the whole world spinning around me. I lift my head and look at you with a broken expression... I try to crawl to the side, grabbing the ropes to pull myself up...

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I get back to my feet immediately, but the effort takes its toll on me and I stumble over myself, falling onto my side as I drag myself along with weary movements. Then I see you crawling, and my heart sinks. I had expected to leave you dazed for a few seconds, but you're already getting back up, as if I had hit you with a pillow. I snort and tilt my head in frustration, gritting my teeth as I quickly get to my feet, knowing I have to capitalize on my advantage. I begin running toward you while you're still getting up against the ropes, leaping at the last moment and trying to execute one of my signature moves, driving my knee forward with the intention of smashing it into your head

Chanyotaaa: I see you charging toward me in long, powerful strides, and I know exactly what you're about to do. As someone who knows you so well—an admirer, even a devoted fan—I know that in the next second, you're going to launch yourself like Superman, aiming to punish my jaw or my forehead. I grip the ropes, arching my back with all my strength. I'm not a masochist, but I've dreamed of this moment so many times—being struck by you in exactly this way. You could say I've longed to know what it feels like to have your famous flying knee drive into my muscles... I bite down on my mouthguard, lifting my chin high, facing it like a warrior accepting his trial. 'Bang!' The padded kneepad makes contact with my jaw first—then comes the force, hard and swift as a freight train. It nearly knocks me right out of the canvas... saliva sprays from my mouth... my head drops... and I stagger, stumbling to the edge of the mat. If I weren't in the habit of wearing a mouthguard, I'd be heading straight to the dentist's office right about now, wondering how I'm going to pronounce my next words. My eyes shut tight, I collapse at the ropes' edge, lying still on the canvas.

Sara_León: My arms wrap around the top ropes as my knee crashes into your jaw and my whole body slams into the ropes, shaking them violently while I manage to steady myself there, holding on. I feel your massive body stagger, and with a satisfying thud, finally collapse onto the canvas. An eager smile slips across my lips, lasting only a second before my exhausted expression returns. I take a small hop backward, passing over you and landing on my feet on the canvas, right beside you. My heart pounds with excitement as I see you lying motionless, and the crowd erupts in cheers. I crouch down, grab you by one wrist, and drag you across the canvas with grunts of effort, pulling you in rough, difficult jerks until I finally manage to leave you in the center of the ring, lying flat on your back. Then I collapse on top of you, completely exhausted, our sweaty torsos colliding as I manage to hook one of your legs and lift it into the air, leaving it draped over my arm while I press my other arm against your cheek. The referee throws himself onto the canvas, finally giving me my first count: "ONE!!...."

Chanyotaaa: As I desperately try to regain my balance, I notice something warm and solid pressing down on me, forcing me to leave behind the dreamlike comfort I have been sinking into. Squinting, the first thing that comes into view is your reddish-brown hair, followed by the pulling and aching sensation in my quadriceps. "One!" the referee bellows, and the thud of his palm striking the canvas makes me flinch—I realize you are about to pin me. I reach out, planting my palm against your shoulder, trying to shove you off, but I find it impossible. "Two!" I hear some spectators already screaming your nickname at the top of their lungs. Finally, just before the referee's hand slaps the canvas again, I hook my arm around your head, attempting to roll you to the side, while quickly lifting my back off the mat. I twist over, trying to get back to my feet...

Sara_León: "NO!!" I scream, my voice breaking as I feel your arm wrap around my head and see myself rolling away from you. I end up face down, almost on all fours, pounding my fist against the canvas in frustration, thinking I had you, only to realize I'm forced to keep fighting you. I realize I barely have any strength left, but I force myself to keep going. I get to my feet and approach you from behind while you're still on all fours, spreading my arms before snapping them shut around your waist, locking my hands together at the level of your navel and pressing your butt firmly against my hip. I'm not an idiot, and I know I can't lift your full weight dead, so I try to use that pressure as leverage while beginning to pull backward in another of my signature moves. "Give in!! For!! Once!!!" I shout at you in desperation as I try to catapult you backward over me with a German Suplex!

Chanyotaaa: You still stubbornly try to throw me onto the canvas with another backdrop, but when your arms wrap high enough and your hips press tightly against mine, I know you're no longer so confident in your strength. I pretend to go along with it, letting your clinch and grip play out exactly as you envision—I even rise slightly onto my toes, making you think you can succeed again. I decide to show you what comes next. As you grunt and heave with effort, I suddenly spring up, driving my full weight downward onto your arms. I begin to stick my hips back, breaking your pivot point, intending to crush you backward onto the canvas with my entire body weight before you can even fully lift me over your head. "Ughhh!" I latch onto your wrists, not even giving you the chance to pull your hands free.

Sara_León: "YEA- AH!! UUMMMBBBBRRRPHHH!!!" The move goes as badly as it possibly could. By leaning backward, I only make your reversal easier, and I end up crashing onto my back against the canvas... With all your weight on top of me, crushing me and driving the air from my lungs, forcing me to gasp as I try to move my hands away from your waist and bring them to your back to push you off me. But for some reason I realize my wrists are trapped in your hands, and I can't move them, leaving me awkwardly forced to keep hugging you from behind while I writhe as much as I can

Chanyotaaa: When you and I hit the ground together, the feeling is wonderful—your takedown has completely failed, and instead, your back is probably going to hurt a lot more than mine this time. I pin your hands down and grind my body against yours, pressing and rubbing your back against the canvas as much as I can from the front. My strength is more than enough to do that. Suddenly... "Sara, how about we try that again..." I grab your hands, engage my core, and sit forward, then try to get you to follow my rhythm, draping yourself over my back. I slowly rise to my feet, using wrist pressure on your joints—maybe that will force you to move the way I want. I steer you toward the front of the corner post, line up my aim... and turn around. "Here it comes!" I throw myself backward violently, trying to crush you completely between my solid back and the turnbuckle.

Sara_León: Your sweaty back grinds crushingly against my body, your weight crushing my organs and twisting them at will. Then you stand up, keeping my hands pinned around your waist, forcing me to rise with you. I end up draped across your back, my head resting on your shoulder as if I were falling asleep on it, making almost no effort to free my hands or let myself drop. You move around the ring with me on your back and finally get into position. My arms are trembling, but I know what you're about to do, and you're giving me far too good an opportunity to surprise you. I take two deep breaths and wait for you to move. The instant you do, I release my legs and let my weight drop downward, planting my boots against the canvas and using your backward momentum and the position of my hands around your abdomen to try to remain planted while violently throwing you backward with your own momentum, finally attempting to hit you with a German Suplex—but this time to drive you straight into the turnbuckles!

Chanyotaaa: "Comes...whatttt! Ughhhhhhh!" Your powerful adaptability and agility exceed my imagination. I never think this will be an easy match—in fact, it even becomes somewhat difficult from now on. My backward impact gives your back suplex a new chance of success. This time, you lift me up, and my vision begins to spin rapidly. I can feel the strong grip of your arms and the scorching breath you spray onto my back. With a loud crash, my neck and upper back unsurprisingly hit the turnbuckle, and the whole ring creaks. At this moment, my muscles seem to lose their function. I begin to feel tired and sore, especially surprised that you can actually perform such a powerful suplex on me...

Sara_León: The impact behind me is brutal, and I have to move aside a little so your legs don't come crashing down onto my head. The whole ring shakes, and I end up rolling across the canvas until I'm on all fours, panting and trying to focus my vision. The crowd applauds in amazement, and I myself am partly surprised by what I've just done. I feel weak, but I can still feel the fire burning inside me—I know I can win. I laboriously get back to my feet and approach you, slumped in the corner and sitting on the canvas. I crouch down and slide my arms beneath your armpits, pressing my lips together as I strain to lift you all the way up, forcing you back against the turnbuckles and slowly draping your muscular arms over the top ropes, hooking them there. Then I place one hand beneath your chin and push it upward, forcing your head back and exposing your chest. "I'd advise you to close your eyes. It helps with the stinging..." I tell you before licking my free hand in front of the entire crowd and trying to slam a brutal chop into your chest

Chanyotaaa: The crowd is roaring with excitement—their champion is facing a girl of imposing stature, and Sara has just executed a clean suplex. She is now preparing to follow up with chops in the corner, punishing her opponent against the turnbuckle. My head is forcibly shoved into my blind spot by you, my fingers gripping the top rope for dear life, sweat streaming in beads down my neck and chest. The mingled scent of your perspiration and the fierce rivalry stirs something fierce in me. "Come on! Let's see what else you've got!" I shoot back at your taunts in a broken, slurred voice. The referee chooses that inopportune moment to step in, reminding you not to keep me up there too long. But as far as I'm concerned, he has no idea how much I am relishing every bit of Sara giving it her all on that canvas...

Sara_León: I raise my hand above our heads, paying no attention to the referee or your taunts, and try to bring my open palm crashing directly into your chest as I let go of your chin. Then I turn around, giving you my back and raising both hands to show them to the referee so he'll stop counting, waiting for you to fully absorb the pain. Then I immediately come back at you, driving you back into the corner by yanking your head backward, raising my hand and trying to unleash a series of chops across your chest with all my rage, intending to leave a huge red mark, working you over in the corner while venting my frustration against you

Chanyotaaa: "Ugh!!!" I roar in pain from every one of your chops and vents, each time screaming back at you even louder, almost like a show of defiance. I realize I should face you the same way—it might work much better on you. Even though my chest is already rubbed raw with dark bruises, I still lock eyes with you, strong and aggressive. I am like an eagle trapped in a desperate situation—calm, yet still radiating menace. My head is yanked backward by you, the pain spreading from my lungs all the way up to my throat. With all my strength, I grip the top rope with my arms, leap, and thrust both legs forward, trying to clamp my left and right legs around your neck, hoping to stop you from hammering my chest any further.

Sara_León: I'm starting to feel the adrenaline coursing through my body. Seeing you finally vulnerable in front of me fills me with energy and confidence, and when your legs trap my neck, I don't panic. Quite the opposite—I decide to use it against you. I grab your thighs with both arms and yank you sharply toward me, quickly stepping backward and leaving you hanging upside down over my shoulders. Your weight makes me act quickly so I don't botch the move. With clumsy movements, I thread my legs over your arms, trapping them behind my legs, and then I simply throw myself face-first onto the canvas, trying to drive you face-first into it with a Faithbreaker!

Sara_León:

Chanyotaaa: "Thudd!!!" My mind arrives on the canvas clearly later than my face does. Even though your movements are slowing down now, it doesn't diminish your mastery of technique. In this inverted position, my arms can't break free from the hooks of your legs—all I can do is grip your calves tightly. Then you take me forward and we topple over; my shoulders are jerked upward by the massive rebound impact! "Ughhhhh! No!!!" This time I let out a pained groan, because my shoulders really feel the pull and the hurt from that fall. As I lie flat on the canvas, you come down right on top of me. My shoulders are in so much pain now that I can't even push you off—this is bad...

Sara_León: In this position it's easy to set you up for a pin. I simply roll over myself, and my legs, which are hooked around your arms, make you rotate with me as well. With a weary groan of effort, I roll both of us over and sit up. Your legs are now resting on my shoulders, and I just cling to your thighs with my trembling arms and the strength I have left, leaning forward while my legs are braced against your shoulders. The referee doesn't hesitate and throws himself down beside you, beginning the count: "ONE!!..."

Chanyotaaa: The one good thing is that the pain you've brought to my shoulders keeps me clear-headed. I can tell you're cleverly trying to get the referee to start another count here. "One!.." I try to push my arms forward to break your hold, but unfortunately, they're completely useless right now. I try to kick forward, but your pin is too deep—my spine and thighs can't get any leverage from the mat. "Two!" Just as I'm about to regret and mourn this loss, I realize we're right next to the ropes. When you brought me to the turnbuckle earlier, you left me a clue for escape right there. I reach out my arm as far as I can—not too far—and easily grab the bottom rope, frantically shaking it to get the referee's attention, so he sees that I've got a reason for you to be forced to let go. "Referee... sir... uh...! Over here!..."

Sara_León: I close my eyes, clinging desperately to your legs, waiting for a third count that never comes. I hear you speak and open my eyes, seeing your hand wrapped around the bottom rope while the referee stands up, holding up two fingers and pointing at the rope you're shaking. My face becomes a picture of pure exasperation as I wearily shove your legs aside and move away from you. I know I should attack you immediately, but my body has reached its limit, and frankly, I just can't do any more. I let myself fall onto my back on the canvas with my mouth open, letting my chest and stomach heave freely, allowing the sweat to pour as I try to recover at least some air. I stay like that for a few seconds, which the crowd takes advantage of to applaud, until I finally begin to sit up. I move toward you until I'm kneeling in front of you, grab you by the hair, forcing you up onto your knees as well until we're face to face. Then I clench my fist, draw my arm back, and try to throw a punch at your jaw, though with far less strength than I would have liked

Chanyotaaa: "Offf!" You grab my hair, starting to use the most primitive and simple method to try and make me submit. My head is knocked to one side, but I immediately twist it back to look at you. "That's it?" I pant, my hair completely soaked with sweat. "Look at my elbow!" I grab your hair with my left hand as well, then swing my right arm horizontally forward toward your neck.

Sara_León: "UHHHCCCKK" Your huge arm slams into my neck before I can avoid it, with my hair gripped by you. You let go of me at the moment of impact and my entire torso tilts to one side. I press one hand against the mat with my head lowered and the other hand against my neck, nodding and swallowing, looking at you out of the corner of my eye with those defiant eyes. I clench my teeth and lunge at you again, trying to slam my forearm into your face once more!

Chanyotaaa: When you pounce at me again, I lock my eyes on your arm—you seem dead set on proving a point, determined to take me down with that arm before you'll be satisfied. I decide to show my true strength. With a roar, I charge forward, letting your arm brush past my face. The sheer impact forces me to squint slightly, but then I drive my arm toward your head, trying to trap it in a side headlock between my chest and my arm, and with tremendous force and pressure, aim to pin you down onto the canvas.

Sara_León: My arm connects but fails to take you down. On the contrary, I seem to have provoked you. Your arm suddenly wraps around my head in a headlock as you lunge at me. I find myself completely overwhelmed by your momentum and end up falling onto my back on the canvas, drawing my legs up and beginning to kick as I feel all your weight on my chest and my head completely trapped, while I try to hit your arms with my hands. "Ummphh!! Let me go!!"

Chanyotaaa: "What's wrong, Sara? Are you scared?" I feel you kicking wildly, as if you're terrified that I'm about to pin you down and eliminate you right here. I grin at you, baring my dark red mouthguard, and start hammering my free arm down onto your forehead and cheeks while you're trapped in my hold. "Heyaa! Hyeaa! Heyaaa!..." Right now, all I want is to knock you out cold—after such a grueling, back-and-forth battle, I want you to know that when absolute power takes over, there's nothing you can do to change it...

Sara_León: "Ugh!! Ack!! Ungh!!" Your free arm begins striking my immobilized face, stunning me more and more, and slowly making it clear that my strength is absolutely insufficient to break free from you. Each blow dulls my senses more and more, my legs gradually stop kicking while my body trembles in small spasms, and my arms weakly rise over my face trying to stop that rain of blows, while my eyes begin to slowly close

Chanyotaaa: When I sense that your defense can no longer keep up with my speed, I let out an excited roar and stop my attacks. I stand up, right in front of you, clench my fists, and slowly flex my biceps to show that I've completely dominated tonight's ring. Then I bend down, walk toward your feet, grab your thighs with both hands, and try to place your legs on my shoulders. Then I cross my arms behind your back! 'Get up! Veteran!' I shout excitedly. Even though my muscles are already slightly reddened from engorgement, I think that's also the source of my power. I grit my teeth, my body trembling, as I try to lift you up...

Sara_León: When you let go of me, the ceiling lights are a blur to me. My limbs won't respond and my head lolls toward the canvas while you flex your biceps for the crowd with me at your feet. Then I feel your iron hands on my thighs, while my back begins to drag across the canvas in small jerks. My legs end up resting on your shoulders while your hands slide over my sweaty back... And suddenly my stomach lurches and my head sways as you pull me upward, standing up and leaving me sitting completely on your shoulders. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around your head, letting out a brief cry of panic and pressing my abs against your face, realizing I'm far too high up and knowing exactly what you plan to do. "No... Please..." I manage to say in a trembling voice, far too exhausted to attempt any counterattack. My whole head is spinning and I can barely feel the muscles in my arms and legs; I just cling to your head as if it were my only salvation

Chanyotaaa: When your abs are pressed tightly against my face, I can feel the warmth radiating from your body. I hear you begging for a shred of mercy, but a warrior in battle won't be distracted by such trivial things—after all, you were just doing everything you could to knock me out too. I stride across the ring, seemingly looking for the right spot to make it your grave. I whisper softly, in a voice only the two of us can hear: 'This is for you, as a tribute! For everything you've done in Stardom!' I then gently kiss your abs. Then, in a volume meant for the audience: 'This big Japanese girl is about to lay down the law!' I try to lift you up slightly first, tilting your head back, and then I plan to drop down quickly with you, holding your abs tightly, so that your back and my hips hit the canvas at the same time.

Sara_León: It's poetic. What you say could easily be taken as irony, and this could truly be a punishment from fate for my dark past in Stardom. Those memories tighten around my throat, making me nod without realizing it, as if I know I deserve this and much more for the wrestler I used to be, unintentionally ignoring the fact that you truly mean it with genuine admiration, once again forgetting my redemption and that you really admire me. I feel your kiss on my abs as I tilt my head forward, vainly trying to cling to your head to stop the fatal impact. Then you make your grand declaration and lift me off your shoulders. I quickly feel weightless just before you drop into a seated position. "WOAH! AAHH!!!" I scream involuntarily as my whole body flies through the air in free fall... **-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM-** Until my back and the back of my head SLAM into the canvas with such brutality that they bounce several centimeters into the air before collapsing back down. My arms fall limply to my sides, slightly raised, completely limp, while my vision darkens and I remain with my eyes closed, lying motionless on the canvas with my legs raised and still resting on your shoulders

Chanyotaaa: "Pinfall!!!! Pinfall!!......" This powerful, muscle-driven powerbomb has completely set the crowd on fire. They're not excited because their champion is being repeatedly pinned—I think they're thrilled that N.E.W has finally found its own muscle-bound warrior. Your legs are still draped over my shoulders. No groans, no curses—you're lying there as peacefully as if you've drifted off to sleep. "Do I need to do this? No! I'm here to show you all that I can do so much more! A pinfall is way too boring right now!" I'm not trying to destroy you excessively—every move I make only brings a quick, dizzying impact, and I'm not going to smash your head back and forth with devastating blows. I just want you to know that the little police girl has truly changed because of everything you've done in Stardom! I pull your arm, trying to lift you up from the canvas to stand face-to-face with me. I gently pat your cheek. "Wake up, veteran. I think you'll like this one a lot more..." I try to tuck your head under my left armpit, then bend down to hook your right leg, pulling it off the canvas. I clasp my hands together in front of my chest, then, using the leverage points of your chin and knee, I attempt to lift you up again, hoisting you high into the air. "Citizens! The officer is here to try a Fisherman's Suplex on Sara! Let me hear you support me in this!" I shout excitedly, feeding off the energy to keep myself pumped up, so I can pull off this incredibly difficult throw in one smooth sequence.

Sara_León: I feel a tug on my arm and a wave of intense dizziness, the heavy atmosphere pressing down on me, as I end up back on my feet, and your pats on my cheek make me open my eyes again. My legs are trembling like jelly, but you make sure I don't fall. My head is pressed against your side, trapped beneath your powerful arm while my hair hangs down over me. I stare at the canvas as I feel you hook one of my legs, lifting it and forcing me to bend it. My free leg rises onto its toes, trying to relieve the headlock and barely having the strength to support my weight. "Ngghhh..." I groan into your arm, placing one hand on your sweaty abs and the other on your bicep, trying to support myself. Then, with a shout, you lift me as if I were nothing more than a toy in your arms. The whole ring spins around in my head as you turn me over and the air rushes against my face, until finally... -BWWAAAMMM!!- My back crashes into the canvas in a Fisherman's Suplex. The impact makes every bone in my body vibrate, and I remain there with my back against the mat and my vision distorted, able to hear nothing but a ringing in my ears while my head remains trapped under your arm and my leg still hooked

Chanyotaaa: When I slam both our backs onto the canvas, I hear the applause and screams from the crowd. This is a better chance for me to show off. I try my best to bridge my back up, to prove to everyone that I can still do it, but it really takes a lot out of me, not to mention I have to keep a tight hold on your neck and hook your leg. I am curious why the referee hasn't stepped in yet, and that makes me anxious. 'Referee! I think it's been way past three seconds already! Referee!.....' My base leg is trembling slightly, and just as I am about to lose this pinfall, I finally feel the mat shake. 'One!...'

Chanyotaaa:

Sara_León: I remain like that for a few seconds, with my whole body partially elevated and all my weight resting on the top of my head, one arm stretched out to the side, my neck trapped under your arm, and my leg hooked in the air. My free leg hangs limply forward while I hear you shouting at the referee. If you had started the pin right at the moment of impact, I probably wouldn't have been able to move. But now... "One!!..." I'm not so sure. I'm still completely trapped by you, I barely have any strength left, and my senses are dulled. My back is in excruciating pain from the combination of the powerbomb and the suplex, and I can't move when the referee slaps the mat for the second time: "Two!!...." Then I grit my teeth, knowing that if I want to stay in the match a little longer, it's now or never. I'm not even thinking clearly anymore, but that survival instinct—to fight until there isn't a single ounce of strength left, to show resilience to the very end—gives me the burst I need to swing my leg forward and throw my free arm upward in one violent jolt at the very last instant, breaking the pin and sending the crowd completely wild

Chanyotaaa: I lie on the canvas, covering my face with both hands to wipe away the excess sweat. I shake my head at the referee in frustration. "Referee, what are you even doing..." The referee immediately holds up a finger to signal me to stop complaining. I spread my hands in a shrug. "Sorry, Sara," I lower my head and look at your exhausted and pained expression. "Maybe you'll have to hold on a little longer..." I grab your trunks and bra—the sturdy gear is enough for me to lift you up like a suitcase. My muscles are already covered in sweat as I laboriously move you toward the turnbuckle. I plan to swing you like a bell clapper and slam you into that canvas-covered turnbuckle... "You really shouldn't have kicked out back then, Sara..."

Sara_León: I don't know why I did it, but simply hearing you frustrated with the referee for the first time is enough satisfaction for me. The momentum has made me collapse face-first onto the canvas, where I lie panting like an animal, blinking through the sweat with blurred vision and my mouth open, a little saliva coming out of it. Then I feel you grabbing me by my own gear, and I'm lifted completely off the canvas. My legs and arms hang lifelessly downward with gravity, revealing the pitiful state I'm in. My head also droops forward, letting all my reddish-brown hair fall. I can feel the effort you're making in the trembling of your grip, and I expect you to give out at any moment, but instead I feel the swing, and the turnbuckle starts rushing toward my head at full speed... "OOOOFFFFF!!!" I groan loudly as I feel my head being crushed against it, adding even more pain and dizziness to my skull

Chanyotaaa: I never imagine that the match after today's signing ceremony would reach this stage. This league seems to have no scripted storyline, no routine welcome—at least for now, Sara and I are giving everything we have to this impromptu challenge match. I will not let Sara simply lose to some ordinary technique, even though I so desperately want to defeat her. But in my first-ever singles challenge match, I must make a lasting impression with a signature move of my own. With the last shred of my honor and my stage presence as a powerhouse performer, I rotate you ninety degrees, head pointed toward the canvas, like a spinning windmill. I shift all my power into my legs and lock my arms tight around your navel to prevent uneven pressure from damaging your cervical spine. "Hold on to me, Sara," I whisper again in your ear, hoping you won't end up in a wheelchair. As I look up at the crowd, I exert every ounce of strength to lift you higher, trying to keep your legs pointing straight at the sky, every muscle in my body taut. "N.E.W! Remember this! The 'Iron Prison' from Officer Chanyota! You have no escape!" I roar, leaping forward and driving your head and my knees down onto the mat at the same time—a jumping piledriver.

Sara_León:

Sara_León: The entire stadium starts spinning around me again. Suddenly, I find myself upside down in your grasp. I begin to slip, and instinctively wrap my arms around your waist, clinging to you with every bit of strength I have left, my arms trembling. Our damp stomachs rub against each other in an intimate contact. My legs point straight toward the ceiling as my spirit begins to crumble and my body surrenders completely. You really have broken me like no other woman ever had in N.E.W., and it was only an impromptu match. Thank God the title wasn't on the line. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed myself this far after all. You lift me a little higher as I cling to you as though you were my very fate, my hair cascading down toward the canvas, thick drops of sweat running across my upside-down face and falling onto the mat. The crowd roars with excitement at such a display of power as you make your declaration and your warning to the entire locker room. Then you jump, and I watch the canvas move away from my sight... only to see myself hurtling straight toward it. I close my eyes as I feel one final pull from your arms, driving my entire body straight downward until—CRRRWWWWMMMM!!!—you drive my skull into the canvas with a piledriver. My vision immediately goes completely black, my legs fall limp behind me, my arms slide down over your sweaty thighs, and my entire body goes completely unconscious in your arms

Chanyotaaa: When I see your feet droop weakly backward, my heart starts beating faster. I know my force won't hurt you—it will only give you a little shock—but... what does this mean? Have I actually defeated Sara in a match at N.E.W.? I have dreamed countless times of a little girl defeating a lion, but every time I wake up, all that awaits me is endless work and those punks waiting for me to teach them a lesson. When I watched the finals of Hana and Sara in Stardom, I wanted to be like Sara—standing alone in the darkness, blocking it outside Hana's door. I want to become someone like Sara. This muscular body of mine is the proof of all my relentless effort, and today... my dream is already beginning to come true. I release my hands and let your legs fall downward. I walk to Sara's feet, drop to one knee to press against your chest, and pull one of your legs, trying to hook it under my armpit, raising my solid, powerful clothesline arm. "Pinfall! Sir..." The referee slides in with a running slide to our side, checking the pinning condition. "One!..."

Sara_León:

Sara_León: The moment you let go of me, my body collapses in on itself like a house of cards. You position me properly on my back and drive your knee into my heaving chest while hooking one of my legs into a completely dominant pin, one where you don't even need to secure my shoulders. You flex your impressive bicep as you keep me pinned to the canvas, posing for the crowd and the cameras, knowing you're sending a very clear message on the very day you signed your contract. The referee counts once, then slaps the mat again. "TWO!!..." But I remain completely motionless, my chest crushed beneath your knee and my abdomen rising and falling at a frantic pace, every inch of my skin glistening with sweat as I lie knocked the fuck out on the canvas, completely unaware of what's happening around me. "THREE!! RING THE BELL!!"

Chanyotaaa: The ringtone cheerfully rings out! This is all too exciting! I just got off the plane a few hours ago, and after trying one career after another, I decided to give N.E.W a shot—and then I actually ran into my benchmark here, and I beat her! I made her see with her own eyes that the seed she once planted has now grown into such a flourishing towering tree! The referee comes over and grabs my wrist, I follow his lead and get up, and he raises my arm into the air. I keep a confident, optimistic smile on my face as I listen to the whole arena chanting "Musclar Cop!" I absolutely love this nickname from the fans!

Sara_León: As you get to your feet, my leg falls onto the canvas under its own weight, and my chest instinctively rises, now with more room to breathe after you've removed your knee from it. I remain unconscious as you pose for the crowd, who have just witnessed their champion being knocked out for the first time since she set foot in Noir

Chanyotaaa: I nod to the audience, signaling everyone to quiet down. Except during matches, I'm really not a flamboyant person. I crouch down, gently pat your chest, then help you up. I kneel on one knee, leaning your back against me, letting you sit on the canvas. I hold this position and reach out for a microphone. "Dudes, you really have no idea how amazing this place is..." As soon as I say this, the whole crowd erupts in cheers. "Yes, that's right—you are absolutely incredible. Tonight means so much to a little girl who has always dreamed of being a wrestler. If she could have foreseen this moment a few years ago, maybe these past few years wouldn't have been so hard for her. You know, your champion Sara is such an amazing girl. Even though I had to give it everything I had to mess her up tonight, she has used her effort and persistence to protect what she considers most important. She made a promise and never broke it... I followed in her footsteps, from P.P.P. all the way to N.E.W., and I hope you can give the same cheers and applause to this champion who is perfect in my eyes—Sara Leon~" I don't dare to make too many moves, so as not to disturb your recovery. Even after I finish speaking, I start to tremble slightly, tears about to burst from my eyes. The feeling of a dream coming true doesn't seem so easy to take...

Sara_León: The world begins to become real to my senses as I start to feel your pats on my chest. I get dizzy when you help me up, but I soon lean my back against you and let my head droop until it rests against you as well, slowly coming back to my senses. I listen to your speech, a bit distantly, but it is clear to me that you have earned a huge place in the hearts of the Noir fans. I force a faint, somewhat sad smile when you ask for applause for me, which fortunately I do receive, though not with as much enthusiasm. Finally, I smile fully when they begin chanting for the Red Lioness, and I try to move, but I can barely do so; my arms lift and fall clumsily

Chanyotaaa: "Sorry if I've done too much tonight, but I show you everything I've got, Sara." I try to help you up, to get you standing, but I'm not sure if you can manage that on your own right now. So I simply squat down, pick you up in a princess carry, and hold you in my arms. "Easy now—no more slams. How about we head back to the locker room now...."

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I move my legs, trying to stand as you make to help me, but wisely you scoop me up into your arms instead, leaving me comfortably cradled against you. "Oh... Much better, yeah... Thank you..." I say with an amused tone, bringing a hand to my head and closing my eyes. "Yeah, please get me out of here... I actually just came to watch you sign the contract!!"

Chanyotaaa: "Sorry about that—maybe not every contract-signing event has to end with a piledriver and a powerbomb..." I smile and carry you down from the ring. As I pass by the audience, I suddenly remember something. I walk over to the little girl who just took our picture, still holding you in my arms. "Hello, sweetheart, I think this belongs to you now." I glance down at my armband and nod toward her, signaling that she can pull it off. "Oh, and dear, if you ever become a great wrestler one day, I hope you always remember what two big sisters did here tonight." With that, I cheerfully carry you into the locker room and carefully lay you down on the bench.

Sara_León: I let out a groan in response and then simply let you carry me. Being in your strong arms actually feels nice, although I probably wouldn't admit that out loud. You stop to talk to the little girl who took my picture at my worst moment, and I frown as I remember it. Then you carry me into the soothing silence of the locker room and lay me down on the bench, where I remain motionless, processing everything that has happened and feeling very conflicted. Much more than you could possibly imagine. Even so, I turn toward you and offer you a simple smile, whispering: "Welcome to Noir."

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