NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Sara_León: My music hits, and I step out onto the familiar ramp of the NEW arena with a smile and the championship belt resting on my shoulder. I don't stop to raise it dramatically; instead, I simply hype up the fans with my hands, sparking a wave of cheers that fills the arena. This is the first time I've spoken since my first (and successful) title defense against Hana. It's the first time I've spoken since reconciling with my best friend. But it's also the first time I've spoken since my defeat to Chanyota. I really needed this reception. I climb into the ring and slide gracefully between the ropes, taking a microphone from a member of the staff and walking straight to the center of the ring. "Good evening, Noooooiiiiiiiir!!!!" I shout, receiving a warm response. I adjust the championship belt on my shoulder and bring the microphone to my lips. "I've been wanting to do this for days, honestly..." I begin, lowering my head slightly and rubbing my forehead. "I've been wanting to come out here and thank you all for that night. The night I got my friend back. And the night you got her back too!!" I say, pointing out at the crowd. "And also the night I proved, once again, why I'm the champion of Noir Extreme Wrestling!!" I shout, drawing another thunderous round of applause. I smile as I look around at the audience, ready to bring the microphone to my lips once more, when suddenly the entire arena goes dark and unfamiliar music begins to play... Apparently unfamiliar to the entire crowd as well, as the spotlights turn toward the entrance, where your name begins to appear...

Sara_León:

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I walk into the arena interrupting your mic segment with my music in the background which has an oriental vibe to it .. the whole arena fall silent on my entrance except for some whispers asking who is that girl interrupting the champ .. I have a smirk on my face and my body language exudes confidence as if I owned this arena already .. my eyes are fixating on you as I slowly walk down the ramp but stop midway .. then when the high part of my music hits, I raise both my arms in sync with the horus sign in my background logo .. looking around at the crowd then my eyes turn to you again .. I keep my gaze on you except for a moment where I look at the arena guy making him know I demand a mic

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: I stand there with my mouth hanging open as I watch your figure emerge onto the ramp. The Noir arena seems to have traveled back several centuries as you appear majestically with the body of an ancient goddess and a truly spectacular display behind you, leaving the audience completely speechless. I can't help but wonder who you are and why I've never heard of you. I don't even know if you're a wrestler or not!! I slowly make my way toward the ropes, resting one arm on the top rope, unable to take my eyes off you, having completely forgotten the fact that... well, that you just interrupted me. A member of the staff walks over with a microphone. You now have the full attention of the crowd...and mine as well

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: A staff member hands me the mic and I put it close to my mouth while staring at you .. the crowd is so silent that you could hear a pin drop .. everyone listening eagerly waiting for the first words to come out of my mouth.. I am not a girl of many words because I always let my actions speak for themselves .. so I am planning to drive my point right away "that belt you hold so proudly and your championship reign mean nothing till you face the Egyptian Goddess" I say in a very cold voice with my eyes staring you down and almost piercing your soul .. I hear the crowd gasping in reaction for what I said and waiting for your reaction

Sara_León: Your Arabic accent is hypnotic, proving you're no mere cosplayer. Your voice echoes throughout the arena, but your words snap me out of my fascination. My body springs back into motion as I take a step backward and roll my eyes, my expression one of obvious disappointment. You're not the first woman to belittle me in public, challenge me, or threaten to take my championship, and your unwavering stare, paired with those arrogant words, draws nothing but frustration and exhaustion out of me. "Oh, for God's sake..." I begin, tilting my head back before looking at you again. "I'm going to speak to you with a level of respect you haven't earned, because you came out here and interrupted me, and you didn't even have the decency to properly introduce yourself, 'Egyptian Goddess'..." I say it with clear irritation in my voice. "I appreciate your interest in adding prestige to this championship, and I think the Noir audience appreciates it too, don't they?" The crowd erupts in approval as I continue. "But it's my duty to inform you that you can't just show up here and demand a title match. There are wrestlers who've been waiting a long time for their opportunity, and I don't see any real reason to let you skip the line." I step back toward the ropes, beginning to point directly at you. "So you can say whatever you want. You can look as intimidating as you like. You can boast all you please. But this championship you claim means nothing will continue to represent every single Noir fan as long as I'm the one wearing it... and that's not going to change tonight."

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I listen to all you had to say with my arms crossed in front of my chest looking unimpressed while my gaze stays on you all the time .. the crowd clearly loves you and cheers every word coming out of your mouth .. and you rally the crowd even more with your final words presenting yourself as the people's champ .. I wait for the crowd to settle down before I start talking "A Goddess like me doesn't need a mortal belt .. I just desire to send a message to all my subjects .. and I will send that message loud and clear .. through you" when I say that I raise my hand and point my finger ominously at you.

Sara_León: That voice again... There's something truly hypnotic about you. You dare to speak of yourself with such authority that what could have come across as overacting instead becomes a spectacle in itself. So much so that your words send a chill down my spine. I know you're not a goddess, and I know you don't truly consider these poor people your subjects, but your choice of words, your body language, and your voice come together in a harmonious declaration of intent. Even so, what sounds like a one-sided threat still doesn't quite sink into my confused mind. I frown, feeling a knot in my stomach that I try to hide, and I address you, clearly unsettled by your finger pointing at me. "Through me...? Then tell me, Goddess... what could a mere mortal like me possibly have that's so special, other than the Noir Championship?" I begin pacing back and forth across the ring, frowning as I speak, inadvertently stepping into your own theatrical world... and actually enjoying it. "Why would you choose me if you didn't truly want the championship? What reason could you possibly have for interrupting me?"

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I am really getting into your head and you are a little unsettled by it .. even the crowd can feel the tension in your voice .. I move two steps further down the ramp getting a little closer to you "A goddess only choses worthy rivals who deserve to be graced by my presence.. I have been told that you are brave, fearless in the face of adversity and that you possess the heart of a true champion" I then pause to create dramatic effect and also the crowd cheers for their champion when I say that.. then I continue "but after seeing for myself ..watching you making excuses and trying to talk your way out of a match like a scared child .. I am .. disappointed".

Sara_León: You're playing with me. I have no doubt about it: you're trying to provoke me, but I can't get your last sentence out of my head. The image of Mina telling me those exact same words in this very ring before our match comes rushing back into my mind. I freeze, gripping the microphone so tightly that my knuckles turn white, staring at you with my head tilted as the crowd murmurs. Even if it were true, I don't owe you anything. It shouldn't matter to me how you feel about me. Your carefully delivered lie hangs in the air. I haven't turned down a single match, and you know it. But my chest tightens with every passing second, the word *disappointed* hammering away inside my head. "I have NOT tried to avoid any match!" I snap at you, pointing my index finger at you, only to pull it back instantly, irrationally afraid that I might have offended you. "I only made it clear that the title is out of your reach. If you truly want to prove something... If everything you're saying is true and you really want to face me without the title on the line..." I take a step back and give you a slight bow, extending the palm of my hand and sweeping it across the ring, presenting it to you. "Step onto the battlefield. I'm not afraid of you." My voice trembles almost imperceptibly as I utter those last words, and I curse myself for fearing someone I don't even know. My recent defeat to Chanyota has left my confidence hanging by a thread, and there's something about you that both fascinates and unsettles me deeply. I can only hope that you'll insult me and look down on me, call me a coward one more time, and walk away, proving that this whole charade was nothing more than an attempt to get a free shot at the championship

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: Your voice and body language are much less confident now .. I can hear the little trembling in your voice and sense a little fear in you even if your words tell a different story.. I have chosen you because you are the girl to beat at NEW even if you recently lost to Chanyota.. and my words and actions forced you to accept a match with a wrestler you know nothing about .. but you are about to know me.. the hard way. I have a little confident smile on my face as you finish your words and gesture to me inviting me to the ring.. I don't say anything, I just nod to you.. and once I nod the light in the arena goes dark for seconds .. I use theatrics to strike fear in the hear of my opponents as I hear the crowd gasping and wondering what just happened.. I use those few seconds to make my way into the ring, having already mapped it in my head before so I could make it easily through the dark.. the moment the light turns back on, I am standing in the ring just in front of you with a cold unflinching look.

Sara_León: As soon as the lights go out, I flinch. I instinctively look around me, searching for some source of light that tells me what's happening, while the whole arena murmurs in distraction, until suddenly the spotlights come back on... And I go pale at your figure, suddenly so close to me. You are more impressive up close. I remain frozen for a few seconds while the crowd erupts into murmurs and my heart beats at full speed. A part of me feels tempted to simply slap you, but I don't quite dare. As if it were sacrilege to touch you without your permission, I keep the distance that you have chosen. I hold your gaze for a moment, letting my heartbeat return to normal, until I turn my head toward the crowd and bring the microphone to my mouth, looking straight into your eyes again, beginning to become aware that tonight I am going to end up fighting you, and there is little I can do to avoid it, so I decide to take the offensive. "All right, Goddess. You dared to interrupt me. You dared to challenge me. And you dared to insult me. Is there anything else you want to do or say before I prove to you that you are deeply mistaken about me?"

Sara_León:

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: After I suddenly appear in front of you, I stare at you with cold eyes .. I can see the fear in your eyes at the first few seconds which then later turns to defiance .. other girls would have fled the ring after all those mind games but not you .. I guess that's why I chose you .. as you finish your words literally daring me to do something, I just stare at you for a few seconds .. looking deep into your blue eyes and piercing into your soul .. I think my gaze got you frozen a little then out of nowhere I drop the mic, grab your hand that was holding the mic pulling you towards me then I duck and put my shoulders between your legs then stand upright lifting you up with ease in a fireman's carry.. I pause for a second looking at the crowd as I see the surprise in their eyes as I hoist their champion up with ease .. I place my hand at the back of your neck and the other hand on your butt.. then I flip you up in the air while going down a little with you slamming your back hard into the mat executing a fireman's carry slam.

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: I lower the mic, lifting my chin slightly and waiting for your response, but you make no move to speak. Instead, I discover a new unsettling element in you. That dark, deep stare, one that can't be faked or acted. I feel my bare soul being reached and examined by your brown eyes, all my fears and insecurities laid bare. The atmosphere turns cold for me for a few seconds, and I lose my breath. And that's when I feel a sudden tug on my hand. The microphone instantly slips from my grasp, my whole body jolts as you move quickly and I feel your shoulder press against my thighs. "WOAH!!" I let out an involuntary yelp as I feel myself being lifted onto you in a fireman's carry position, the N.E.W. title sliding off my shoulder and falling onto the mat, while I feel my stomach implode from sheer panic. The crowd erupts as I try to kick, but the element of surprise, your unexpected strength, and the pressure your hands exert on my thighs and the back of my neck are enough to keep me there long enough. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO!!" I scream, stretched across your back, just before I feel you push off my thigh and make me rotate through the air. "NOOO!!" I manage to scream the moment I feel weightless, but it's too late. Skillfully, you hurl me onto the mat on my back.... -BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!- The entire ring shakes as I bounce off it, intense pain shooting through my whole back while I remain completely dazed and shocked, lying on the mat with my mouth open in a gasp and my back slightly arched, feeling confused and vulnerable after your sudden attack

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I execute the fireman carry slam perfectly as your back bounces off hard off the mat.. I stand there as if I didn't exert any effort at all .. as if carrying and slamming you was as easy as taking out the trash .. the crowd's reaction was mostly cheering which shows how fast a crowd can turn even on their own beloved champion .. I take it all in as I look around as if I was showing everyone what I just did .. A referee comes running into the ring trying to get me away from you .. I look at her with a deep gaze and say "Ring the bell !!" .. maybe my stare, my tone or what I just did to you got to her and she immediately signaled for the bell officially starting this match .. I then push her to the side and walk up to you as you're still stunned on the mat with an arched back .. I lean down and grab you by the sides of your head pulling a little hair in the process, then I try to get you up back on your feet attempting to get you in the corner to work you over

Sara_León: I barely hit my head, but I feel profoundly dizzy. It all happened so fast, so unexpectedly, and so brutally that I can barely move on the mat. The crowd roars as they watch their champion lying at the feet of the Egyptian goddess in the blink of an eye. I hear shouting behind me; They're coming to pull you away from me. Maybe you just wanted to send me a message and show your power before walking away with the crowd on your side... But then I hear you shout in that Arabic accent of yours, demanding that they ring the bell. And the bell rings. "What...?" I murmur to myself, realizing that all of a sudden I'm in a match. Before I can even try to move again, I see your figure approaching me, your hands closing around either side of my head as you begin to pull me back to my feet. "Ah... Ahh..." I moan softly as I let your strength guide me, my back protesting as it bends again after such a devastating slam. You drag me effortlessly toward the corner, my face a mixture of confusion, pain, and fear, while the crowd begins to chant, completely invested in this impromptu match

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: You are still stunned and dizzy so I don't need much effort to guide you to the corner .. you are already panting and moaning while I didn't even break a sweat .. I don't slam you into corner but instead just place you in the corner resting on the turnbuckles .. I look again into your blue eyes and I can see the fear and pain .. as if your spirit is about to break already .. I grab the ropes in the corner, one hand on each side of you surrounding you as if I was laying siege around you .. and say "We only learn what we are made of when we begin to break" .. then suddenly bring myself a little backwards and bow down a little arching my back .. the I simultaneously pull on the rope while planting my feet on the mat and driving forward, trying to ram my shoulder into your midsection in the corner.

Sara_León: Out of the corner of my eye I see the referee crouch down to pick up our microphones... and the belt. She carries them to a corner and hands them to a staff member as I feel my back touch the turnbuckle pads, and I look at you again, so close to me, so invasive. Your words once again send an unexpected shiver through my body, as I instinctively leave my arms over the top ropes, before feeling your shoulder CRUSH my midsection, "OOOOOFFFFFFF!!" Making me bend forward, my chest over your back, my butt sticking out between the ropes and my boots leaving the canvas, while I grip the top ropes with all my strength and snort from pain and lack of air

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: When I drive my shoulder into your midsection, I keep pressing making sure my shoulder digs deep into your belly. The referee tells me to get out of the corner and starts counting to 5 and I take full advantage of the count keeping the pressure till she counts to 4 .. I then stand up looking down at you as you are folded in the corner. I caress your face while looking into your eyes because I already notice my gaze really unsettles you and that little touch on your cute face will definitely confuse you even a little more .. I wait till you are back to your feet then I move back guiding you away from the corner holding your arm .. then I plant my feet back and gather my strength pulling your arm hard and twisting my body, trying to irish whip you into the corner on the opposite side of the ring

Sara_León: Your shoulder doesn't leave my stomach as I remain doubled over against you. That constant pressure begins to turn agonizing, while my whole body struggles to breathe, my face lowered until it's almost touching your back as I let out a long moan from the pressure, every second of the referee's count feeling eternal, until you finally let me go, making me draw in a breath of air while my body remains bent over, my arms stretched out gripping the ropes and my legs hanging. I slowly begin to slide back down until I'm on my feet again, raising my gaze, only to find that damn stare once more... And a caress across my face. The gentle touch of your hand, your almost maternal gesture, accompanied by those deep eyes, makes me blush slightly. Without saying a single word, you're managing to get into my head more easily than any opponent I've ever faced before. You take advantage of my confusion, surprise, and pain to grab me by the arm and pull me out of the corner, giving me a hard yank and sending me running toward the opposite corner with an Irish whip. I run, my stomach and back aching in pain, and instinctively turn around to land back-first against the turnbuckles, crashing into my already sore back and remaining there leaning against them with my arms stretched over the ropes and my teeth clenched, my legs trembling slightly

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: The crowd is buzzing with each of my moves .. I am hearing murmurs "how is that unknown girl controlling our champ that easily".. I look closely as I catapult you to the corner, you were experienced enough to turn around avoiding a harder impact to your chest but still your back bumped into the turnbuckle hard.. I still have plans for your chest though.. once you settle there in the opposite corner and face me, I look at you for one second then charge forward as fast as I can .. about halfway to the corner, I show off my flexible side leaning forwards planting one hand on the mat then kicking my feet up and planting my other hand then flip my body till I land again executing a nearly perfect side cartwheel .. I am now sideways and my back is a little towards you.. so using the momentum I gained from the run and cartwheel, I jump towards you with my back facing you trying to drive my elbow to the center of your chest aiming at the sternum .

Sara_León: I'm completely overwhelmed. I hadn't even come out here to fight, I hadn't even stretched, and you caught me off guard with a powermove that's still taking its toll on me. My body isn't responding the way it should, my mind is confused, and you take advantage of every second of that vulnerability to attack me without letting up. I watch you perform a fascinating side cartwheel, your athletic body moving gracefully across the canvas as if you were a gymnast, and then... "UUGGGGGHHHH!!" I feel a brutal blow to my sternum that knocks the breath out of me for a moment. My whole body jolts against the corner as my hands fly to my chest and I bend slightly forward, panting, my legs threatening to give out and make me drop to my knees in front of you

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I could feel your sternum buckle a little under the impact of my elbow and hear you gasping for air as your mouth is close to my ear .. my body resting on yours in the corner is the only thing keeping you from collapsing to your knees .. I tilt my head a little to the side, I see all the pain and fear in your face so to get in your head even more, I plant a little kiss on your cheek .. I reach over my shoulder grabbing the back of your neck tightly then suddenly kneel and drop little forwards pulling your neck with me, trying to do a snapmare flipping you over my shoulder hoping to make you land on your butt.

Sara_León: In my head, all I can hear is the pounding of my heartbeat, while waves of pain rhythmically spread across my entire chest. Your body keeps me from collapsing, leaving me trapped between you and the corner. And then you kiss me on the cheek, another invasive gesture. Your interruption, your voice, your arrival in the ring, your gaze, your attack, your touch, and now your kiss. You've cornered and dominated me with your mere presence ever since you set foot in this arena, in such a subtle and elegant way, and this new gesture makes me blush even more, confusing me and sending another shiver through my body. Yet, as always, you take advantage of my confusion to grab me by the back of the neck and drop forward... "WAGH!!" Making me flip completely over your shoulder and land seated on the canvas with my back to you, instinctively bringing my hands to my chest and clutching it because of the still very recent pain

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: You land hard on your butt still clutching your chest in pain .. and instantly I decide what to do next.. the moment you are flipped seated on the canvas, I charge with my full speed towards the ropes and turn around so that I catapult against the ropes .. that gives me even more momentum as I charge towards like a bullet then as I appriach you, I jump with both legs raised in front of me attempting a running dropkick .. I am not exactly aiming this time but hoping it would impact your face or your already bruised chest.

Sara_León: I see you running toward me. I arch my torso slightly, my eyes widening as I try to scoot backward, but my seated position slows me down, and I can't stop your boots from SLAMMING into my chest like a missile, sending my entire torso snapping backward in a brutal whiplash. The back of my head crashes against the canvas, and I bounce off it slightly before ending up completely sprawled on my back, my arms at my sides, my chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, sending waves of pain through me with every breath, while I feel sweat beginning to bloom across my skin, my gaze fixed on the arena lights overhead

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I got you stunned again with my running dropkick hitting its mark perfectly as you lay on the canvas gasping and staring at the lights while I land on my butt just beside you.. I did my research on you before I challenged and I know you don't give up easily .. but after the fireman slam, a shoulder ram, a brutal elbow in the corner then finally this dropkick .. maybe even someone as resilient as you would have some difficult kicking out.. I just flip myself over you laying on top of you in a full body pin with my legs spread apart a little and my forearm resting on your neck and upper chest .. waiting for the referee to start counting

Sara_León: Your body completely crushes mine, skin against skin. You're barely panting, barely a drop of sweat, while I lie flattened against the canvas, panting and aching. Overwhelmed, surprised, scared... But not stunned. Your forearm presses dominantly into my neck as the referee throws herself down beside us and slams the canvas for the first time, "ONE!!" I swallow hard, still paralyzed by... Well, by you. My thoughts are in disarray and almost my entire body hurts, I've been subjected to a surprise beating that has suddenly turned into a match... "TWO!!" And that's the moment when I manage to break through the barrier. You're not untouchable, you can't be. And if I have the strength to break the pin I'm not going to let you step into this ring and defeat me without me having stood up to you. Letting out a lioness's roar, I violently shake my body, thrusting one arm upward with all my strength and realizing that I have the ropes right beside me and could have grabbed them. The referee doesn't complete the pin, raising two fingers, while in my aching chest that fighting spirit that had remained buried ever since I stepped into the ring begins to be forged

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I actually thought I got you because you didn't move much till the referee counted to two .. but suddenly raise your arm defiantly pushing me off you and breaking the pin, releasing a roar that startled me a little .. many other wrestlers could have stayed down and its a non-championship match anyway but clearly not you .. as you push me off, I don't have a clear plan in mind so I scramble doing the first thing I think of to keep you under my control .. I figure your back must hurt by now so maybe test it even more.. I stand up behind you as you try to sit up.. once you do , I will try to grab both of your forearms and pull them behind you while my trying to drive my knee into your back .. attempting to lock in a seated surfboard to keep grounded

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: As soon as you move off me, I begin rolling across the canvas with a deep groan, moving slowly as I try to start getting back up. However, before I can get onto all fours, I feel your soft hands grab my forearms and pull them back behind me. My chest is forced forward as I'm yanked into a seated position on the canvas, letting out a groan just as I feel your knee dig into my bruised back. "AGH!!" I begin gritting my teeth to endure the pain as I draw my legs in, searching for a way to stand up or bend off to one side, but every movement I make you counter by pulling my arms farther back, leaving me immobilized

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I manage to trap you in the seated surfboard puling your arms hard and digging my knee mercilessly into your injured back .. every time you try to pivot to one side to try to escape, I pull harder trying to control you .. I am gritting my teeth and for the first time in this match, I actually look as I am exerting some effort .. I try to defeat you mentally as well "just give up Sara .. I can sense you want to ... you always try to act tough but deep inside you have always knowm the truth .. that you are just an ..... imposter" I say while yanking your arms harder putting pressure on your shoulders too

Sara_León: It's not the first time I've heard words like that since I became champion. They're words I pretend to have forgotten, that I pretend don't affect me, and that torment me every day of my reign. And they're words that have always been said to me by people who know me very well. That's why hearing them from you is twice as terrifying, as if you could freely read my soul. As if you really knew that I just want to give up, take my title and leave the ring, hide somewhere and forget all of this. Then I feel another yank on my arms, "AAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!", feeling my shoulders begin to move into unnatural positions, your knee sinking deeper and deeper into my spine. But I don't give up. I lift one leg and strike the canvas with the sole of my boot once. Then again, and again, and again, rhythmically, until the crowd begins clapping in time. I snort, trying to regulate my breathing, while encouraged by the fans, I plant both boots on the canvas and begin to raise my hips slowly, starting to bend backward as I get to my feet and my weight gradually begins to fall onto you

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I have dominated you physically since I walked into the arena and I played all kinds of mind games on you .. but still something inside you insists on fighting back and not giving up .. you plant your feet into the canvas and raise your hips falling back "just give up ... or I will really hurt you" I am starting for the first time to lose my calm and raise my voice .. I try to adjust by falling back a little too matching your move, trying to keep pulling your arms and pushing my knee into your spine as you fall back .. scrambling to keep my control but now I am starting to feel it maybe slipping away

Sara_León: My stomach rises and falls visibly as I try to steady my core. Only my boots are touching the canvas now, my arms are stretched back, and my back is resting against your knee. Your threat sinks into my bones, but it doesn't break me. For the first time since you walked into the arena, I don't hear you speaking with complete authority, and that begins to encourage me. I start driving my boots forward and downward as I gain more mobility through my hips and begin rotating them, trying to slip my back off your knee and force you to change the position of my arms

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: my threats have the exact opposite effect to what I desired as they seem to fuel you even more .. I am trying to keep control gritting my teeth and breaking a sweat for the first time matching your movements .. but you suddenly twerk your hips getting your back off my knee .. I am just holding you by arms right now and even that grip is slipping .. my mind can't think of something to do except trying to twist your arms .. maybe the pain will get you down again .. for the first time since I first stepped into this ring, you are the one acting and I am the one reacting.

Sara_León: "AUGH!!" You twist my arms, and I groan more out of frustration and pent-up anger than pain, noticing your hands beginning to slip over my forearms. I push off the canvas with one boot and propel myself enough to rotate completely onto one side, ending up on my feet and leaning far forward, with your arms crossed over each other. Then my hands seize your wrists before you can let go of me, and in one quick motion, I yank my arms toward myself, trying to pull your crossed arms (and consequently your head) toward me as I raise one knee, intending to drive it straight into your beautiful face

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: My mind totally freezes as I just watch you maneuvering out of my hold, rolling to the side till landing in front of my with my own arms crossed in front of me in an awkward way .. before I could release you, you grab me and pull me towards your incoming knee "WHAAAAM" .. your knee hits me right in the mouth and chin .. I am already on one knee and I feel dazed trying not to fall backwards .. I feel the lights in the arena flickering and I can taste blood in my mouth as some of it seeps through the side of my mouth .. I look up towards you but this time it's not the confident soul piercing look of mine .. but instead a look of shock and confusion.

Sara_León: My knee connects with a satisfying impact as I release your arms. The crowd gasps, and I remain standing in front of you while you're on one knee before me. Your gaze finally loses that hypnotic quality, although it takes me a few seconds to react, as if I had committed a sacrilege by striking you, as if I now had to apologize to you. But I manage to clear those thoughts from my head and see you as the rival you promised to be, the one I have to defeat. So I take a small hop and rotate my hips, extending my leg and trying to smash my boot into your jaw with a roundhouse kick, while letting out a war cry, trying to bring down the goddess

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: You look back at me for a second .. as if the time has frozen and even the crowd goes silent not knowing what to expect next.. I can see your look change from fear and adulation towards me to anger and courage.. your war cry startles and I dare to say even strikes a little fear into my heart .. yes I have confidence in my abilities and love the theatrics .. but I am not crazy .. I know I am not a goddess .. I am still a mortal who feels pain and fear.. and I feel both as your boot strikes my jaw with precision stunning me and nearly knocking me out .. I fall to the side laying motionless on the canvas in a heap with my legs spread apart and my body twisted awkwardly .. teetering on the edge of consciousness.

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: -SNAP!!- The sound echoes throughout the entire arena as the Egyptian goddess falls at my feet. I hold my breath for a second, finally seeing you brought down, and it takes me a moment to react. But when I do, my fighting spirit is renewed. I walk toward you moving as if my body no longer feels the pain. Quickly, almost urgently, with the lingering fear that you'll take control again. I crouch down and grab you firmly by the hair, yanking your head upward roughly, forcing you to get up and positioning you with your back to me. Then I grab one of your arms and drape it over my neck, and wrap my arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly against me. Then I bend my knees and pull my arms upward as I throw myself backward, intending to hurl you onto your back against the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex!

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I stay motionless for a few seconds then I start to stir .. the roar of the crowd seems so muffled like a sound from a distant dream as they cheer for the comeback of their champion.. I can't really sense you as you approach me like a predator on a wounded prey and I don't offer much resistance as you yank me by the hair and get me up .. I am groggy and can barely stand as you ragdoll me into position for your next move .. the next thing I feel is your arms wrapping around my waist tightly .. that actually wakes me up for a second as I open my eyes in a confused stare .. but before I even know what's going on, I feel myself carried elevating in the air as you bend backwards as the lights glow in my eyes .. I land hard with my spine and back of my head bouncing off the canvass before I lay there coiled up .. my chest is barely moving as if the impact has stunned my diaphragms and propelled the air out of my lungs .. my arms spread on my sides and my eyes closed .. with some blood still trickling at the side of my mouth

Sara_León: The entire ring shakes from the impact. My back slams into the canvas, reigniting my pain. The crowd erupts with excitement, but I don't share it. I get onto all fours with one hand on my back and my face marked by contained pain and determination, my eyes quickly focusing on your body, sprawled across the canvas. My chest swells with a thousand emotions as I see you seemingly out of the fight, as if I can't believe it myself. Without thinking for even a second, I throw myself on top of you, hooking one of your legs and rolling over you, my back pressing against your chest. I extend my free arm, pressing it against your cheek as I turn my head, urgency in my eyes, watching the referee dive to the mat and slap it for the first time: "ONE!!...."

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: the impact on the back of my head taking the combined weight of both of us and bouncing off the canvass knocked me out for a second .. I could only see darkness and lost any sense of time or place .. you waste no time and jump on me hooking my leg and pinning me .. I couldn't feel anything even my then .. the referee counts "ONE .. as she says TWO, something just jolts me back to life .. maybe its the guiding hand of one of my ancestors .. maybe it's a blessing from the goddess Bastet herself .. I just half open one of my eyes but even then my back hurts so much I can't bring myself to kick out .. but then on pure instinct and awareness of surroundings, I notice that we are near the edge of the ring after you suplexed me backwards .. so just as the hand of the referee was coming down for the three count .. I barely manage to lift my other free leg and place it on the bottom rope.

Sara_León: The referee stops the count, shouting, "Rope break!", and my heart sinks. I turn my head without letting go of you until I get just enough of an angle to see your leg stretched out and resting on the bottom rope. I close my eyes in frustration and let go of your other leg, allowing it to drop as I roll off you until I'm kneeling beside you, leaning forward to press my forehead against your stomach, where I remain panting and trying to catch my breath. I carried out my entire offense by riding an unexpected burst of energy fueled by the adrenaline of the match, but now it's starting to catch up with me. I begin sweating heavily, breathing even harder, and once again feel an intense pain in my sternum and back, leaving me slumped over you for a few seconds without moving until the dizziness finally fades. Then I straighten up, grab you by the ankle, and drag your body toward the center of the ring. Once I have you lying there, I bend one of my arms and raise a leg, rotating my hips before dropping down violently on top of you, trying to drive my elbow into your stomach with an elbow drop

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I barely escape losing but I am still in deep trouble .. I feel so dazed, my jaw and back really hurt .. and above all my confidence and pride have taken a massive hit .. after all the awe inspiring theatrics I pulled off at my entry and my flawless start to the match, I am now being dragged by you to the center of the ring which feels so humiliating .. still I can't get my body to respond in time as you stand up and drive your elbow into my belly UGGGHHH .. the pain shoots in my midsection as I spit some saliva that is a little tinged with the blood in my mouth from before .. the impact makes me sit up for a moment before I fall again to my side .

Sara_León: I remain sitting beside you as you fall onto your side, and I waste no time. I push your back forward, forcing you to lie face down on the canvas, while I quickly position myself on top of your back. I stretch one of your arms out to one side and extend my legs, trapping your arm between my thighs, while at the same time extending both of my arms forward and beginning to cross them over your face, attempting to lock you into a crossface

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: the only silver lining for that elbow drive to the belly is that woke me up a little .. my belly still hurts like as hell as I reach to wipe the side of my mouth .. but before I could even do anything, you trap my arm between your thighs and cross your arms on my face locking in the crossface .. I scream in pain howling as your fingers contort my bruised face .. you pull back stretching my neck as I lash out with my hands but the ropes are a mile away this time.

Sara_León:

Sara_León: I manage to lock my fingers together just below your mouth, and then... I PULL back with all my strength, arching your neck and back toward me, bending you mercilessly as I feel my hands dig into and twist against your facial muscles. Your howl of pain is both unsettling and satisfying at the same time. Like the feeling of a lion tamer with the beast under control, I begin to enjoy being able to make you suffer, to control your body sculpted by the gods, to hear your pain. My chest swells, my fears and frustrations begin to heal, as I shout, the words bursting uncontrollably from the depths of my soul: "You wanted to know why the Red Lioness was the champion?? You wanted to face me?? WELCOME TO NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING!!"

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: My screams of agony are echoing through the arena even unsettling some of the fans in the front rows .. you pull back hard as my face burns up in pain as you flare up my bruises and I can barely see with the hair covering my face .. my neck and back are arched back as you nearly rip my head off with the degree of intensity of your pull .. you are now in total control of me and making me know about it too .. I feel a lot of fear inside me .. have I come all this way and managed to actually get you to fight me to be defeated in such a humiliating way in the end .. should I have taken it step by step working my way to the champ and gaining experience in the process .. all these thoughts come to my head as I am screaming in agony and trapped in your hold .. but then I take a deep breath and close my eyes trying to block out the pain .. its an ancient self control techniques that I learned from one of my mentors .. even my screams suddenly stop which must be a little unsettling for you .. I am more flexible than most so I try to contort my body in such a way that I get my knee under me .. at the same time I try to reach back and place my hand into your elbow .. If I can do that, I will try to flip myself to the side while pushing your elbow .. trying to destabilize the hold or get you on your back creating a pin attempt.

Sara_León: Suddenly, your screams stop. And my paranoia begins. I can't read your mind, I can't know why, but my confused and still frightened mind dwells on the idea that your screams were fake. That you've really been playing with me all along, but that I can't hurt you. That fear begins to take shape in my head as you start bending your body as if you were a fucking Egyptian cobra, and you manage to get your knee underneath your stomach. Gripped by panic, I start pulling even harder on your head. "COME ON!! TAP OUT!!" But then your hand reaches my shoulder and you begin to rotate, making me instinctively release my legs so I don't lose my balance, freeing your trapped arm and falling onto my back... but taking your head with me, my hands refusing to let go of your face, even though this time the rest of your body is completely free

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: When I stop screaming I can feel the doubt creep back into you .. the truth is I am just hiding my pain but it's still very much there .. I manage to rotate forcing you to release my hand and you fall back but still clutching my head .. the pain in my jaw is so sharp as it was bruised by your roundhouse kick .. but now that I have both my hands free, I grab your wrists and try to pry your hands apart gritting my teeth while also trying to push myself forward planting my feet on the canvass

Sara_León: You actually have no trouble prying my hands apart. I barely have any room to pull you in, and I had already started pressing your head against my chest. In the end I give up and release you completely, watching as you drive yourself forward and end up standing just a short distance away from me while I'm lying on my back. I go pale as I realize it, and instead of getting back to my feet as well, I begin retreating toward the ropes, dragging myself backward across the canvas

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I am finally out of your hold and on my feet for the first time in a while .. my jaw hurts like hell as I put my hand on it.. my back, my belly , my neck all aching after being targeted by your relentless attacks .. I turn around and look at you .. and you look so pale and scared .. maybe it's all the theatrics from earlier .. maybe because I withstood a barrage of attacks that would break most of your opponents .. but you are the one retreating in front of me .. I am in pain but angry .. very angry and my pride is wounded .. so I release a scream of sheer anger and rage running towards and throwing yourself on you .. If I manage to land on you , I will try to mount you and deliver two elbow strikes to your face

Sara_León: I reach one hand out toward you when I see the way you're looking at me, irrationally frozen in place. "No... Wait..." I manage to say, just before you throw yourself at me with a scream unlike anything I'd heard from you until now. You crash down on top of me, pinning me against the canvas and mounting me while I try to resist with my arms, but you're focused and your objective is clear. "UGH!! OMPH!!" Your two elbows crash into my face like two stones, in what is actually your first attack to my face in the entire match. I end up dazed, but I keep trying to bring my arms up over my head, crossing them over it as I turn my cheek to the side

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I am mounting you but you manage to guard yourself raising your arms above your head after I strike your face twice .. I try to calm down and regain that aura that made me so intimidating in the first pace .. I get off you and grab your hair "we are just getting started Sara" as I stand up and try to get you up too and place your back against the ropes .. once we reach there , I take a deep breath and swing my arm back then try a hard chop on your chest using my forearm, trying to flare up that sternum bruise and make it harder on you to breath

Sara_León: "Ahhh..." I groan as soon as you grab me by the hair, my hands going to grip your wrists to ease the pull, while you speak to me with authority again, using my own name. I squeeze my eyes shut as you manage to get me back to my feet and lead me against the ropes, where my back is crushed against them and my head arches backward. Then... -PHHAASSHH!!!- Your brutal chop lands across my chest with a crack that echoes throughout the entire arena. My whole body immediately jerks as I gasp and bring both hands to my chest, feeling that still-lingering pain flare back up and the air catch in my throat. My legs threaten to give way and make me fall to my knees in front of you once again

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I grab you by the hair once you are about to fall down and place you again against the ropes .. this time I waste no time trying to stare you down as I grab your arm tightly then plant my foot to the canvas behind me .. I pull you hard and whip you towards the ropes hoping the momentum is enough for you to reach the ropes and rebound against towards me .. but I don't wait for you .. once I release you I run after you so once you rebound off the ropes, I will already be kicking high trying a high frontal kick aiming square at your face!

Sara_León: I groan as you force me against the ropes again by pulling my hair, before feeling your hand grip my arm and seeing myself thrown across the ring. During the run I begin to feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins and I already plan to hit you with a dropkick on the way back, so I let my back rebound against the ropes and then... -PHHAAASSHHHH!!- Your boot IMPACTS brutally against my face just as my whole body was propelling itself toward you, catching me by surprise and stunning me instantly. My face turns to the side, spitting saliva, and the rest of my body convulses. I remain standing for a second before collapsing onto the canvas on my back, completely motionless, with my arms stretched out to the sides and my stomach rising and falling, completely soaked in sweat

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: My plan was executed perfectly with my frontal kick landing its target turning you into a heap on the canvass .. I am now more serious as I waste no time and drag you by the feet to the center of the ring .. then I sit on your chest with my butt near your face and grab one of your legs trying to pin you before you regain your composure. The referee quickly gets down and starts counting ONE

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: For a few seconds, everything is completely black, and I don't even realize you're dragging me across the canvas. It's when you sit on my chest that I begin to come back to my senses, and I feel my leg being lifted. The referee counts one, but I'm still dazed. Your weight keeps me from breathing normally, and I hear the crowd counting along with the referee, waiting to see if the champion is already finished. "TWO!!", and I feel tempted not to move. The title isn't even on the line. And you're unbeatable. However, the image of you lying on the canvas with that trickle of blood at the corner of your mouth, your screams in the crossface, remind me that I can defeat you. Your words, saying you wanted to fight someone brave, your "disappointment" at seeing me make excuses. Luckily, I still have my arms free, so I quickly press them against your lower back in a desperate move, and I push you forward with all the strength I have left while shaking my entire body, managing to break free just before the count of three, but still ending up lying on the canvas

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: "Whaaat.. how ?!" I find myself screaming out as you just beat the count .. I was 100% sure you were out of it after I floored you with that kick turning you inside out .. I sit besides you wondering what else to do to finally break you as I watch you squirming on the canvas .. I take a deep breath and get up .. then drag you by the hair across the ring till the corner as I try to slam you back first there .. "you are really making me angry Sara" I say that as I force you to stand up then I raise my foot placing it against your throat as I try to choke you by my foot in the corner putting all my weight on your neck

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: As soon as you move completely away from me, I writhe with groans until I'm lying face down, weakly kicking my legs. Then I feel another yank on my hair, and I clumsily get to my feet, following your movements toward the corner. My back slams into the turnbuckles, and my body starts to give way, but you don't let me, forcing me to stay on my feet. Then your boot slowly begins to dig into my throat, making me grab your ankle with both hands as I begin to feel the slow, agonizing pressure on my windpipe. I open my mouth to breathe, but I can't even scream. The referee begins counting the time you're allowed to keep me like that, while I start turning red and begin kicking desperately, my movements becoming more and more frantic and my eyes more and more desperate as I feel you cruelly crushing my neck

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I stomp your neck with my boot without any mercy and with total disregards for your safety.. I see the veins popping in your neck as you are struggling to breath .. my anger and frustration get the better me as I actually keep choking you till 5 .. the referee not wanting to disqualify me and kill this amazing show we are putting for the crowd pulls me back .. I get and follow her staring her down and giving you my back .. "Erin I will disqualify the next time you do this" I look to her with contempt and turn back facing you attempting to again choke you using my foot

Sara_León: The count reaches five and you keep choking me, making my eyes go wide, but luckily the referee steps in and pulls you away from me. My boots fall onto the canvas as my arms stretch out to my sides and I begin coughing hoarsely, trying to catch my breath in harsh, rasping gasps, my head hanging forward while you have your back to me. But then, without any warning, I feel your black-and-gold boot press against my throat again. "What..? WAAGHHH!!!" My head jerks back from the sudden shove until once again my neck is trapped between your boot and the top turnbuckle, twisting and crushing it mercilessly until my boots begin to lose contact with the canvas. "NNNGGGHHGHGHGHHHG!!!" I writhe as the referee angrily shouts the count at you again, and I begin pounding your ankle with my hands in desperate gestures, my face contorting and my strength abandoning me

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I try to have a cold persona as a part of my aura and mystique .. but I can't hide that I am enjoying the sight of you choking and struggling under my foot .. this time I had to break the hold before 5 because that referee would have disqualified me if I keep doing this .. I release you and let you slouch in the corner for a moment .. I know you are out of breath and your body is pretty battered .. so I pull you by the hair then kneel down a little wrapping my arms around your chest then I try to carry you up till your legs are behind me .. then I start squeezing trying to lock in a tight bearhug

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: As soon as you release me, I start coughing like crazy again, bringing one hand to my throat while the other clings to the top rope to keep from losing my balance. But you're not done with me. I feel your arms wrap tightly around my torso and lift me up. "Ahhh..." I moan as I feel the pull, forcing my legs to lift and rest against your thighs, a moment you take advantage of to lock in a painful bearhug!! "NNNAAAGGGHHHH!!!" I scream as I begin to feel your arms squeezing slowly and cruelly into my body, pressing my torso from behind against yours. With my throat still aching, now it's my stomach and my lungs that are being crushed against your sweaty torso, making it difficult for me to breathe as I grit my teeth and try to arch my back, pressing my hands against your shoulders and trying to push, searching for even the slightest bit of space between us while I tilt my head back, looking up at the ceiling and leaving my throat exposed and my hair hanging straight down toward the canvas as I let out a heart-rending cry, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: The effortless look that I had at the start of the match is all but gone as I am now drenched in sweat and gritting my teeth as I squeeze with everything I've got .. yes my back still hurts from before but I try to muscle through any discomfort I am feeling riding on pure adrenaline .. I walk carry you few steps away making sure you are far away from the ropes then squeeze trying to make it almost impossible for you to breathe freely .. also my fists are digging deep into your injured back "come on Sara .. just give up already!!" ..

Sara_León: "NNNNAAAAAAWWWW!!!" I keep moaning, stretching my arms out as you move away from the ropes. I try to create some space between my stomach and yours, but it's impossible, and every time I move it feels as though you're squeezing me tighter and tighter. I can feel the muscles in your arms tensed like a belt cinched around my torso, and your fists tormenting my back. Then, as my vision starts to blur and the ring begins to sway, I resort to the most primitive kind of violence. I reach one hand behind your head while, with my other arm, I begin throwing weak punches at your face, trying to daze you just enough. Then I grab you by the hair with both hands and yank your head hard toward me while throwing my own head downward, trying to smash our skulls together with a headbutt

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I keep the pressure and intensity in my grip pouring everything in it .. I feel you slowing down a little and I sense maybe this will get the job done .. and even when you throw weak punches to my face, it hurts a little but I can still keep my grip.. but then out of desperation, you grab my head and headbutt me hard to my forehead "Aghhhh" I release a frustrated scream as the impact makes me dizzy and I lose my grip dropping you as I retreat backwards towards the ropes holding my forehead

Sara_León: The headbutt lands successfully and you let go of me, causing me to collapse onto the canvas like a complete human wreck. I move like a wounded reptile, hunched over and curled up, clutching my stomach with both arms, coughing and gasping for breath as I try to recover. I press my cheek against the canvas, my mouth feels dry, and my mind is completely foggy. I can only think about continuing to fight, but my body still needs a little more time before it can manage to get back to its feet on its own

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I stand leaning on the ropes feeling dazed and trying to shake if off .. you were getting really desperate in that bearhug and you just put everything you had in that headbutt .. you already targeted my head earlier with those devastating knee and roundhouse kick followed by that suplex which made me land on the back of my head .. all those took their toll on me as I feel the canvass moving under me and the arena spinning .. I look at you also curled up on the canvass and trying to muster your will to get up .. this battle has devastated us both but one is for sure whatever the outcome is, that you have earned my respect.. the crowd is behind you chanting your name while we are both recovering for a moment before unleashing hell on each other again

Sara_León: Fortunately, you don't attack me. Slowly, I begin to feel my breathing steady, and my body starts to absorb the pain. It doesn't make it disappear, but it does learn how to move in spite of it. The crowd is chanting my name, and it breathes new life into my spirit. I clench my fists, letting the chants wash over me, and manage to get onto all fours. I raise my head and see you leaning against the ropes, not moving. That headbutt must have been brutal. Or maybe you're playing with me again; I honestly don't know anymore. The thought that I'm fighting a goddess no longer just terrifies me; it inspires me. Even if I'm going to lose, being able to stand up to you, push you to your limits, show you why I'm Noir's champion, and prove that I never back down from a challenge fills me with an almost suicidal fire burning inside. I manage to bring one leg up until I'm kneeling on one knee in the center of the ring. Brushing the sweat-soaked hair away from my face, I throw you a defiant look

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I watch you slowly recover as my foggy head starts to clear up a bit .. the crowds cheering for you fuels your determination to fight back .. but it also somehow makes me more hellbent on finishing the job .. after all, I am here to send a message to NEW universe through you and till now I failed to deliver that message.. you look at me defiantly, you are no longer in fear or awe of me as you now see me as a mere mortal like yourself .. but maybe you need a little reminder .. I lean more against the ropes to gain some momentum then take off towards running towards then just before I reach I bend my knee aiming it to your beautiful sweaty face, trying a running knee strike off the ropes

Sara_León: Time seems to slow to a crawl, making me feel as though I can count the beats of my own heart. One, two, three... You charge straight at me, and I take a deep breath, hoping my body will respond. Just as you reach me and raise your knee, I dive forward and down, rolling across the canvas and barely slipping underneath your knee, then quickly springing back to my feet right behind you. For the first time in the match, I feel completely like myself again, so I go for my signature move. I lunge at you from behind and wrap my arms around your waist, locking my wrists together across your toned stomach and pulling you tightly against me. At the same time, I bend my knees and try to HAUL you upward and backward with all my strength, attempting to send you arching through the air and drive you onto your back with a German Suplex!

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I wasted too much time recovering and maybe I am not at my full speed as I charged at you with my knee .. you dive underneath my knee making me hit the air and my momentum takes me further forward .. I know I just made a big mistake as I lose track of you .. the next thing I feel your wrists locking around my waist holding me tightly .. I am lucky you can't see the expression of panic on my face because that would totally shatter my aura in your eyes .. you haul me backwards as my back is arched in the air looking up to the arena lights .. I don't know if I can take another fall on the back of my head and I try to do anything to avoid that but it is all so fast and I don't have any control of the situation .. I land hard on the back of my head immediately knocked out .. my legs up in the air and you still holding my waist.

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior:

Sara_León: The move is quick and clean, and the impact is sharp, but I don't let go of your waist. I keep my aching back fully arched, forming a bridge on the canvas as I rise onto my tiptoes and try to put every bit of pressure I can through my arms, driving your shoulders down against the mat and not allowing you to collapse. Fortunately, the referee notices immediately and dives to your side, slamming the canvas for the first count. "ONE!!" I pant heavily against your sweat-soaked back as my hands slide freely over your stomach, pressing it down firmly

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: I am totally out as the back of my head bounced of the floor and I was already a little concussed before .. I am not moving at all which makes your job much easier keeping your grip and the referee wastes no time and immediately start counting .. all the dominance I showed through most of the fight means nothing now as I two second away from an embarrassing loss in my first fight in NEW .. the referee counts TWO and I am still out .. then suddenly my body convulses with my legs kicking up .. and it's not even a conscious voluntary act as I am still knocked out .. maybe it's because how violent the impact was or maybe it just my subconscious .. anyway I hope its enough to break your grip and stop the count before the referee's hand hits the ground for the three

Sara_León: The pin is relatively unstable, designed to minimize the victim's recovery time, so when your body jerks, I'm not surprised. I have no idea you're unconscious, and although I was desperately hoping with all my strength that you wouldn't move, when you do, what washes over me is an overwhelming exhaustion and crushing frustration. I remain lying beside you on my back, panting. With every minute that passes in the match, every small movement drains me more than the last. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth, trying to refocus my vision as I begin rolling across the canvas until I'm on all fours. I crawl toward you and grab you by the hair, beginning to pull on it. "Come on, goddess... Let's finish this..." I tell you, realizing that even seeing you defeated, you still inspire an almost irrational respect in me. However, the adrenaline of the match makes my movements mechanical and fluid, and I pull you upright until you're sitting with your back against me. Then I begin wrapping my arms around your neck, trying to lock in a Rear Naked Choke while keeping an impassive and cruel expression

Erin_The_Egyptian_Warrior: It was just a stroke of luck that got me out of that bridging pin .. I won't even remember kicking out as it was just a convulsion or reflex.. once the pin is broken I fall onto my side still out cold .. folded up and my body twitching .. I came into this fight thinking the element of surprise alone would get the job done but you were much more stubborn and resilient than I ever imagined .. once you get on all fours and pull me up, everyone in the crowd and anyone who saw a match of yours knows what's coming next .. your notorious rear naked choke .. and with my current state already teetering on the edge of consciousness, it won't only take a few seconds for you to send me to dreamland for good.. the crowd is erupting as they sense their champion is closing in on this hard fought win.. but once you sit me up in front of you and start wrapping your arms around my neck, I suddenly open my eyes like an ancient mummy coming back from the dead .. then suddenly the entire arena goes dark before you are able to lock in that devastating choke. An entrancing oriental music starts to play echoing in the arena with the whole crowd falling silent except for some gasps here and there .. then a message starts playing on the main screen and on the side panels around the ring.

Sara_León: -THHUUNGGGGGGG- A disturbing sound echoes in my ears as the lights in the NEW stadium go out like a candle. The shock makes me recoil, moving slightly away from your back and ending up sitting, leaning backward and resting on my forearm, feeling my heart begin to race, the suggestion intensifying in my chest as that unsettling oriental music begins to play, echoing everywhere, and the panels begin to project faint images. In barely two seconds, I am unable to process what is happening, and you have me completely immersed in your trap, while I gasp loudly, feeling like cornered prey, a victim with no escape, overwhelmed and confused

Sara_León: