NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

12:32 Avery_Breaux: I have created the private room #Miriam_vs_Avery.

12:32 Avery_Breaux: I have invited @Miriam_Monroe to join #Miriam_vs_Avery.

12:40 Avery_Breaux: I stand behind the curtain, heart hammering against my ribs as I wait to make my debut for Noir inside the iconic Hammerstein Ballroom. I’m a bundle of nerves. this is easily the biggest moment of my entire career, even if I'm just facing another lower-card wrestler tonight. Suddenly, my theme music hits, blasting through the speakers. I take a deep breath, push through the curtain, and try to beam a bright, confident smile at the crowd as I walk down the aisle toward the ring. Announcer: "Making her debut... from New Orleans, Louisiana... AVERY BREAUX!" I play to the crowd, pumping up the audience as I climb through the ropes, before stepping over to my corner and await your entrance.

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12:49 Miriam_Monroe: I’m hanging out backstage, still waiting for my music to start. Today I’m up against a newcomer. After my last crushing defeat, I absolutely have to score a win today. After all, I want to go far in NOIR. I have to take this Avery down—no matter what. Then my music snaps me out of my thoughts. I walk into the arena and am already disgusted by the fans. Of course, they’re on the newcomer’s side. Pah! Who needs them anyway? I strut down the aisle, climb into the ring, and test the ropes first before taking my place in the center in front of you and hurling insults your way.

12:49 Miriam_Monroe:

13:08 Avery_Breaux: Here is a polished and action-packed response to keep the match moving forward: I size you up as you enter the ring "C'mon Avery, you got this..." I whisper to myself, taking a deep breath to settle my nerves. The referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! I step out of my corner and start circling you, keeping my eyes locked on yours. Seeking to gain the early advantage, I suddenly spring forward and shoot in, launching myself straight into a collar-and-elbow tie-up! "Arghh!" I grunt, straining with all my strength as we lock up in the center of the ring.

15:54 Miriam_Monroe: I’m pretty surprised when you dare to challenge me to an arm-wrestling match right off the bat. Our hands lock together, and you’re really giving it everything you’ve got. But the strength advantage is clearly on my side—after all, I weigh significantly more than you. After you hold out for a few seconds, I finally gain the upper hand and shove you back like an annoying fly.

16:02 Avery_Breaux: Despite my toned physique, your sheer power sends me staggering back into the ropes like a ragdoll. I shake out my arms, gasping a little, but I don't let the frustration show. I start circling you once more, feigning another head-on lock-up to trick you. But the moment we close the distance, I duck under your guard, wrap both arms tightly around your waist, and drive upward grunting with everything I've got as I try to lift your heavy frame off the mat!

16:40 Miriam_Monroe: I watch you walk away, a little bewildered, and have to admit that you’re fast… very fast, in fact. For a moment, I lose control. I spin around clumsily and miss you… then suddenly you’re right on top of me, trying to throw me off balance. Not a good idea, because my weight isn’t that easy to handle. I extend my boots and try to strike you between the legs to break your ridiculous grip.

18:03 Avery_Breaux: Your boot catches me square between the legs, and a sudden, agonizing white heat explodes through my body. The wind is completely knocked out of me, and my grip shatters instantly. I take two staggering steps backward, clutching my crotch as my eyes go wide with shock. Unable to stay upright, I collapse heavily onto my knees, my head dropping to the canvas. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!" I scream, gasping for air as the pain throbs through me.

18:23 Miriam_Monroe: With a grin, I watch as my attack takes effect. You collapse to your knees. I use that moment to get behind you. I drop to the mat too, wrapping my arm around your neck and squeezing tight. A nice chokehold should keep you in check for now and sap your strength. Let’s see how long you can hold out. I grip you tightly and jerk your head back and forth in my grip.

18:23 Miriam_Monroe:

21:08 Avery_Breaux: "AAARRGHHHH!" I gasp desperately for air, my fingers clawing and pawing uselessly at your massive arm locked tight around my throat. The vision at the edges of my eyes starts to blur, but I refuse to pass out in my debut match. Gritting my teeth, I dig my feet into the canvas and slowly work my way up, bending one knee underneath me to build a base. With a surge of adrenaline, I try to drive my elbow backward aiming straight into your belly to break the choke!

09:38 Miriam_Monroe: Damn it! Where does that bitch get all that strength? She weighs only half as much as I do, and yet she still manages to get back on her feet? I’m yanked out of my thoughts when I suddenly feel your elbow in my stomach. Uffffffffffffff..... the air escapes from my body, and I have to loosen my grip.

12:39 Avery_Breaux: The pressure around my neck finally snaps, and I gasp heavily, drawing in sweet air as I break free. Not wasting a single second, I plant my boots firmly into the mat, snap my hips around, and attempt throw everything I've got behind a series of vicious forearm smashes driving them straight into your chest and cracking up toward your chin!

18:50 Miriam_Monroe: With light feet, you break free from my grip. I’m far too busy trying to catch my breath. All that comes out of my lungs is a rasping, wheezing sound. Unfortunately, my stamina has never been the best. Battered, I stand before you and have no choice but to helplessly endure your attacks. Punches to the stomach make me stagger, and when you land a blow to my chin, I stumble backward into the ropes before bouncing back uncontrollably.

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19:28 Avery_Breaux: (forgot to post this one)

19:30 Avery_Breaux: Seeing you reel back into the ropes, I know this is my opening. I turn on my heels and sprint backward, throwing my back hard against the opposing ropes. As they snap me forward with maximum speed, I launch myself high into the air, extending both legs straight out to attempt to drive a soaring running dropkick right into your torso!

19:37 Miriam_Monroe: I don't really know what's happening to me. I can't keep up with your incredible speed—I'm just too slow and clumsy. You dart through the ring like lightning, leap athletically, and land your kick right on my chest with pinpoint accuracy. Ugh....groaning, I’m shoved backward and this time land hard on my back in the corner of the ring. The ring shakes as my massive body slams into it.

19:43 Avery_Breaux: Adrenaline surges through my veins as the ring shakes beneath us. The crowd's energy is electric, and I can feel my first big victory right within my grasp! Determined to keep the pressure on, I sprint full-speed straight toward the corner where you're trapped against the turnbuckles, leaping high into the air to throw my entire weight behind a crashing, flying clothesline right into your chest!

19:50 Miriam_Monroe: I'm knocked out in the corner of the ring and have to watch as you come barreling toward me at full speed. I'd love to lift my foot so you'd run right into my boot, but I'm just too knocked out. BAM!!!!! You crash right into me and hit me with a hard clothesline that sends me stumbling forward from the corner of the ring.

19:50 Miriam_Monroe:

19:59 Avery_Breaux: You come stumbling blindly out of the corner, and I waste no time capitalizing on your dazed state. I reach up and grab you by the hair, grunting as I drag your heavy frame toward the center of the ring. I drape one of your massive arms over my neck and reach down to tightly hook the waistband of your trunks. Setting my base, I plant my boots deep into the mat, arch my back, and strain with every muscle in my body heaving violently as I try to lift you up and toss you over for a huge suplex "FUUUCK She's so heavy!"

20:01 Miriam_Monroe: You’ve got me in a hold and are trying to lift me up for a suplex. But you can’t move this much mass that easily. Not a smart move on your part. You’re trying with all your might, but you can’t lift me even a millimeter. For me, this is my chance. I bring both hands together, form them into a powerful hammer, and bring it crashing down on your back from above.

20:07 Avery_Breaux: A sharp gasp rips from my throat as your heavy, double-axe handle hammer fist crashes down directly onto my spine. The unbearable force instantly shatters my suplex setup, sending a searing shockwave right through my lower back. My legs completely give out beneath me. I collapse flat onto the canvas right at your feet, clutching my back in agony and squirming helplessly "Arrhhgggg"

20:08 Miriam_Monroe: I grin diabolically as you lie at my feet. Then I lift my foot, place it on your head, and force it down hard onto the ground. I savor the moment of superiority, then I kiss my elbow and drop down onto you with an elbow drop.

20:22 Avery_Breaux: My face gets smashed violently into the cold mat under the weight of your boot, leaving me muffled, groaning, and helpless. Before I can even try to shield myself, I hear you kiss your elbow and a split second later, your entire massive body weight comes crashing down directly onto my chest with a brutal elbow drop! "Oooofffff!" The impact completely empties my lungs. My eyes roll back as my arms go limp at my sides, trapped flat on the canvas beneath you.

18:10 Miriam_Monroe: Satisfied, I stay lying on top of you for a while longer. That slut’s done for—she won’t be getting back up anytime soon. So I can take my time. After a few seconds, I slowly get up and look down at my victim. Then I grab your leg and try a hold. A figure-four leglock should finish you off for now. Let’s see how much pain this little one can take.

19:21 Avery_Breaux: The moment you lock in the Figure-Four Leglock, a blinding wave of excruciating agony shoots straight through my leg. It feels as though my knee and ankle are about to snap completely in two under the crushing torque. "FUCKKKK! AAAAHHHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs, slapping both hands over my face in sheer agony before desperately pawing at the mat. The referee drops down beside me, watching closely. "Are you tapping, Avery?! Do you give up?!" "NOOOO! ARRGGG!" I yell back through gritted teeth. Refusing to let my debut end like this, I strain every muscle in my body, clawing my way toward the ring apron. My heart pounds as I stretch my arm out, reaching with everything I have left. Inch by painful inch, I drag us closer until my fingertips finally slap against the bottom rope! The referee immediately steps in, counting loudly and physically intervening to break your hold: "ONE! TWO! THREE! Break it up! She's got the ropes!"

19:27 Miriam_Monroe: Of course, I wait until the very last second. Then I let go of my grip and give you one last resounding slap on the way out. It echoes throughout the entire hall. Then I casually push your frail body away from me and slowly get back to my feet. Damn, that bitch is persistent. Furious, I grab you again and land a few open-handed blows against your chest. The slaps are loud, and I use them to drive you forward, trying to force you into the corner of the ring.

12:12 Avery_Breaux: My legs completely wobble under me, and just as I try to collect myself *PASSHHHH!* a stinging, vicious slap cracks across my face, snapping my head to the side. Before I can even recover, you unleash a flurry of heavy, open-handed chops straight into my upper body. Each blow hits like a sledgehammer, driving me backward until my spine hits the turnbuckles. Trapped in the corner, I slump against the pads, gasping for air. My chest is already turning a deep, raw purple, and tears well up in my eyes from the agonizing burn.

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17:46 Miriam_Monroe: That was almost too easy! I casually push you into the corner and, as I do, start to focus on this disgusting crowd. They’re on your side, so I enjoy watching them suffer along with you. You end up in the corner, and now I’m fighting like a boxer. My fists are raised, and I’m trying to make your life a living hell with my punches. Left, right, left, right, left, right.... Let’s see how long you can stay on your feet.

21:48 Avery_Breaux: I groan in sheer pain as your heavy fists rain down on me, smashing viciously against my face like a boxer trapped on the ropes. Left, right, left, right the rapid-fire blows beat me down ruthlessly. Suddenly, a sickening crack echoes as your fist splits the skin on my forehead wide open. Warm, thick blood instantly trickles down across my eye, blinding my vision. The relentless assault is too much to bear. With every hit, I slip further down the turnbuckles until my body collapses in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the corner. Dazed, bleeding, and crying from the agonizing punishment, I pathetically roll onto my side and curl into a tight ball, desperately covering my face with my arms to shield myself from any more strikes.

11:27 Avery_Breaux:

09:54 Miriam_Monroe: You’re nothing but a pathetic plaything of mine now. As you lie on the floor, I gently kick you in the side a few times, just to see how beaten you really are. I ruffle your hair condescendingly from above before pulling you back to your feet. Then I grab your head and clamp it between my wide legs, cutting off your breath. Next, I wrap my arms around your stomach to lift you right up into the air. It’s the setup for my infamous powerbomb, which is finally going to knock the lights out of you.

11:16 Avery_Breaux: I'm barely moving, completely reduced to a bloody, beaten piece of meat slumped in the corner. Crimson drips down my face, blurring my vision and staining the canvas below me. As you pull me up and force my head between your wide legs, I can barely keep my balance. My fingers claw pathetically at your tights, trying to find anything to anchor myself to, but my strength is completely gone. My legs wobble violently, and with a heavy groan, one of my knees suddenly gives out beneath me, leaving me hanging limply in your grip.

11:21 Miriam_Monroe: I’ll slap your skinny ass one more time to show my superiority. Then it’s off to the skies for you. I effortlessly hoist your body up into the air. As you’re floating up there, I let out a loud scream. AAAAAH!!!!! With force and fury, I slam your body down onto the mat with my powerbomb. The floor shakes, and I look down at my handiwork with satisfaction. That should be enough to keep you on the mat until I count to three, I think to myself.

11:25 Avery_Breaux: KAAAABAAAAAAM! The entire arena echoes as the ring violently shakes from the impact of your powerbomb, slamming me dead-center into the canvas. I lie completely flat, my arms spread wide and my legs draped limply over your shoulders. Bleeding, broken, and totally knocked out cold, my motionless body shows I have nothing left to give

11:41 Avery_Breaux:

12:02 Miriam_Monroe: I wait with relish until the referee arrives. I acknowledge each of his taps on the mat with a nod. 1...2...

12:05 Avery_Breaux: 3! DING! DING! DING! The bell rings, officially bringing the match to an end. My body remains completely motionless on the canvas, staring blankly up at the arena lights as blood trickles down my face. Honestly, the referee could have counted to a hundred you totally, utterly, knocked the shit out of me

12:09 Miriam_Monroe: I slowly get to my feet and stretch my arms up into the air. VICTORY!!!!! I look down at you with contempt—you were simply no match for me. With one swift grab, I seize you by the hair, pull you up, and then toss you headfirst out of the ring. Satisfied, I rub my palms together. There—the ring is all mine now. I raise my fist in the air, savoring this moment of triumph one last time before slowly walking out of the arena.

12:18 Avery_Breaux:

12:21 Avery_Breaux: My limp, bloody body tumbles helplessly through the middle ropes, crashing hard onto the cold ringside floor right next to the guardrail like a ragdoll. I lay there on the arena mats as a piece of forgotten dead meat. The crowd is roaring and cheering for your victory, not giving a damn about the bloody wreck outside. No one comes to check on me, not even the referee. Slowly, painfully, I begin to wobble and crawl my way toward the curtain. Dragging myself backstage, my body is broken and my spirit is completely crushed after enduring such a humiliating, almost one-sided beatdown in my very first match. (end?)

12:22 Miriam_Monroe: (end)