NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Princess_Misaki: After a victory that came not far from what I had planned, I spent a few unforgettable hours at Osaka Stadium. I hugged my fans, raised glasses with them, and signed countless autographs—on their T‑shirts, backpacks, and even on their arms and cheeks. I soaked in their joy and let it flow completely into my own blood, even though my bruises and abrasions still ached, and my wrist and neck still couldn't move as freely as before. Some fans asked me to put them in a submission hold that required no real force, so they could take a few immersive photos, and I played along one by one, until I had to leave because the venue was closing. I looked back reluctantly at the ring—it had brought me back, for the first time in months, to the feeling I had when I first stepped into professional wrestling. Slightly tipsy from the alcohol, I took a taxi back to the hotel. To avoid causing another unnecessary crowd, I used the special staff elevator card and went up to my room through the internal lift. I knew Hana should be inside—I had watched the staff help her to the medical room, and by the time I left the venue, no one was there anymore. As I stepped out of the ring and back into my own life, a sudden sense of dread toward someone familiar washed over me. I had just exhausted almost every muscle in her body in the ring—and yes, it's a sport, but... I shook my head, trying not to be too aggressive about it. After all, we now had to live together, right after a fierce match against each other. I gently opened the door to the room...

Hana_Jeong: By the time I reached the medical room, the distant echo of your victory theme was still vibrating through the walls of the arena. My face was a bloody, swollen mess. The paramedic checked my nose and told me it wasn't broken just a severe hemorrhage from the brutal impact of your elbow. She laid me on the stretcher, applying ice to stop the bleeding while I stared blankly at the ceiling. Once the bleeding finally stopped, I dragged myself to the showers. The moment the warm water hit my skin, my legs gave out. I slid down the cold tile wall of the stall, curling into a tight ball on the floor under the spray. I wept uncontrollably from the searing physical pain in my spine and shoulders, from the suffocating shame of tapping out, and from the utter heartbreak of being completely broken. I didn't want to fight anymore. I just wanted to quit wrestling, pack my bags, and take the first flight back to Seoul. It was already past 1:00 AM when I finally made it back to the hotel after riding the subway in silent misery and utter exhaustion. You were the absolute last person on Earth I wanted to see. In fact, I was terrified of you. You made me beg for mercy in front of thousands, and I knew you would only add insult to injury once we were behind closed doors. I hesitantly opened the hotel room door only to freeze as I saw you standing there, having just arrived yourself. I flinched, my heart hammering against my ribs. I couldn't even meet your eyes. I immediately looked down at the floor, completely resigned, and let my heavy sports bag drop to the carpet.

Princess_Misaki: I thought you would have already been lying down to rest. I didn't expect to be the first one back. I turned and looked at you from the dim room toward the bright hallway—your tear stains were obvious, and your whole body was etched with exhaustion. Before I could even offer any greeting, you threw your gym bag onto the carpet with a thud, deliberately avoiding my gaze. I felt I should do something, or at least not stand there like a mute. "Hey. Hana, I... I gave it my all. I... I'm sorry for some things I did, but... we were just doing what we always do in the ring—giving it everything, that's all. You... are you okay?"

 

Hana_Jeong: "As you can see, I'm feeling awesome," I say, my voice cold, dry, and entirely devoid of life. "You beat me, and you enjoyed your victory with the fans, so don't say sorry. I don't need that." I keep my eyes fixed firmly on the carpet, unable to look at you as the bitter, stinging humiliation burns in my throat. "Look, you did what you were supposed to do, and that's it. Congratulations." Without waiting for a response, I kick off my shoes near the door and walk past you, heading straight into the bathroom. I shut the door, turn the lock, and immediately collapse into the far corner of the tiled floor. I pull my knees tight against my chest, wrap my arms around my aching legs, and bury my face in my knees shaking violently as I sob and cry in silence, praying you won't hear me through the door.

Princess_Misaki: Your polite, rapid‑fire responses left me no time to think or to say anything more. You quickly kicked off your shoes and practically sprinted into the bathroom. When I heard the metal lock click shut, you were so tense that you didn't even turn on the water—and I could clearly hear you falling apart in there, alone. And I knew that feeling, really—I'd known it since I was a little girl. Mayumi used to put me through endless torment on the tatami, right in front of my coach. She was so skilled that she could hold a submission just shy of my tap, exposing my helplessness again and again in front of other kids my age... Thinking of that, I knew I had to do something. I closed the door to the room, took off my shoes, and walked slowly to the bathroom door. "Hana, I'm sorry about everything that happened tonight—truly. I'm not going to tell you to be strong, or that you're already strong enough compared to before. I know you probably don't like me, but I think it's too sad for a girl to have nothing to hold onto but her own knees when she's crying. We may not be friends, but I can't just stand by and watch a girl beside me like this. Please—just let me know you're okay, all right? If you don't mind my shoulder..." To be honest, as someone who's not great at submissions myself, Hana held out longer than anyone could have expected. If she hadn't trained so hard for it, she probably wouldn't even have been able to walk on her own after that match.

Hana_Jeong: Hearing your voice through the thin wooden door hearing that soft, gentle tone so completely opposite to the monster who tore my joints apart an hour ago makes something inside me snap. My trembling hand reaches up and turns the lock. The door glides open slowly. I stand in the doorway, a completely devastated wreck. My face is pale, my eyes bloodshot and swollen, with dried blood faint around my nostrils and tear tracks cutting through the grime on my cheeks. I wrap my arms tight around my bruised ribs, shuddering with heavy, ragged breaths as I force myself to meet your eyes. "Why are you doing this?" I sob, my voice trembling and cracking under the weight of sheer exhaustion. "You like what you see, don't you?" A fresh tear spills over my lashes, and I wipe it away aggressively with the back of my hand, only to break down further. "You're better than me! Is that what you need to hear, Misaki?!" I choke out, staring at you through a blur of tears. "Is that what you want?! To hear me say it out loud after you already humiliated me in front of everyone?!"

Princess_Misaki: "So you're still the Hana I remember," I let out a soft sigh. Maybe this was the first time in days that I'd truly heard the voice from deep inside you. The girl named Lauren from the promotion wasn't clinging to you every day anymore, but it seemed like she'd taken away half of Hana—the half that belonged to sunshine, youth, and flowers. My body trembled, and I instinctively pulled you into my arms, gently pressing your head against my jaw. I traced my fingertips over the bruises on your ribs and the swelling along both sides of your spine—yes, these were the marks I'd left with my own hands just a few hours ago. "It's not like that, Hana. I'm not playing a game with a child where I get a prize whether I win or lose. When we stand there, we should fulfill the expectations of those around us. It's those expectations that give us worth." These had been my creed since childhood. Only when I held out for several rounds under Mayumi without tapping out would I get a dinner with beef and juice from my father. That was the lesson I learned from a young age: your own value determines whether you go hungry, and only by constantly telling yourself you deserve more can you keep getting better. Everything I have today comes from that belief. I gently rubbed my jaw against your hair, catching the scent of jasmine. "In this match, you've already shown everyone that you're not a vase that shatters at the first touch. That's enough, Hana. You don't have to prove you're better than me. Birds don't compete with wolves over who runs faster, because they can soar high above." I gently stroked your back with my palm, letting your sobbing breaths slowly calm down.

 

Hana_Jeong: When you pull me into your arms, I don't resist. There is no fight, no pride, no defiance left inside me. You didn't just beat me in that ringyou broke me. I submit to you now just like I did hours ago on the canvas, completely surrendering to your embrace. Under normal circumstances, if I felt this broken, I would run into the arms of Sara. But there is no one else here. In this foreign country, in this quiet, dim hotel room, there is only you to hold the shattered pieces of who I used to be. "I'm... I'm... not... good... enough..." I erupt into fresh, violent tears, sobbing compulsively as the dam completely bursts. My voice cracks into pathetic, ragged hitches against your shoulder. I reach up with my trembling, bruised arms, wrapping them around you and squeezing you tighter clinging to you like a lifeline, even if you were the one who drowned me. "Don't say anything, Misaki. Please..." I choke out through my sobs, burying my face deep into your neck as I weep uncontrollably. "Just... please don't say anything."

Princess_Misaki: I didn't know how to face this suddenly broken girl. Just a few months ago, I had been comforted in much the same way—perhaps the long‑ailing make the best healers. We stood barefoot on the tatami, our skin touching each other completely and unreservedly. Even though our hearts couldn't quite connect at that moment, we had at least torn off the outermost veil of protection. I helped you sit down and held you tightly. Suddenly, my mind drifted back to that small café, to the massage room where our connection, Sara, began—it was there that I gave her a treatment, and from then on, our relationship turned dreamlike and complicated. And now, this little girl, once protected by her, who had now come to long to protect her in return, was right here in my arms. I started to massage your shoulders, loosening your tense muscles—just as I had done for Sara. "Alright, Hana, let's not talk about this anymore. You need to get better soon—after all, our contracts are suffocating us, and there's still at least one more match, maybe two, right?" I slowly let my fingers glide along the lines of your muscles, letting you feel a faint sense of relaxation.

Hana_Jeong: As your fingers find the knots in my shoulders, a shiver runs through my spine. It feels almost surreal the very same hands that tortured and twisted my body hours ago are now coaxing the tension out of my bruised muscles. At least one more match. The words hang heavy in the quiet of the room. That's all you need to sweep this best-of-three series. My mind instantly spirals, picturing the humiliation of going down 2-0, or even 3-0 because contractually, the third match will still happen regardless to fill out the tour card. The thought of standing in that ring with you two more times makes my stomach drop. I close my eyes tight, trying to force the images out of my head. I try to focus only on the rhythmic pressure of your hands, taking a long, shaky deep breath to steady the faint, rising panic in my chest. But the contrast between your warmth right now and your cruelty in the ring is too much to process. "I'm so pathetic," I whisper softly, my voice barely audible as a single, quiet tear slips down my cheek onto your wrist.

Princess_Misaki: "If you mean we still have to work under these circumstances, then yes—but you're not the only one who's suffering." According to the original plan, maybe I could have sat with you after our tag match, had a smoke, and talked about everything under the sun. But it's truly ironic—we've both had our fair share of clashes with Sara, and once those disputes were smoothed over between us and her, they somehow became an irreconcilable rift between you and me. I felt a hot tear dampen my wrist. I'd long since given up crying myself, so I let out a sigh and gave your hip a light pat, forcing a lighter tone. "Alright, Hana. Thank you. I've vented enough too. We're not enemies, but we're not that close right now, are we? At least we've still got matches to fight—do you think we can still act like friends out there on the canvas?" I brought up that same question again—the one you'd stressed when you first pushed me away: we're not friends, at least not for now. I gently eased you aside, took out my cigarette, and walked out onto the balcony through the swirling smoke. Barefoot on the cold tiles, it was my turn to squint out at the distant neon lights, wondering—was it I who had changed Hana, or was it you who was changing me?

Hana_Jeong: My voice trembles, thin and fragile in the quiet room. "I don't know what to tell you, Misaki. I don't know anything right now. All I know is that I'm standing here in front of you, completely vulnerable after the beating and the humiliation you gave me in that ring... and I am terrified of getting in there with you again." I choke on another soft sob, rubbing my swollen face with the back of my hand. "I don't want to think about wrestling. I don't want to think about matches. I just..." My mind is a complete mess, but slowly, painfully, the fog begins to clear. I watch you walk out onto the balcony, the trail of smoke from your cigarette drifting into the cool night air. For a long moment, I just stand there in the silence of the room, looking at your back. Then, slowly, my sore, bruised legs carry me toward the glass door. I step barefoot out onto the cold tiles beside you, the night breeze washing over our exposed, aching skin. I hesitate, then reach out and gently rest my hand on your shoulder. "Look... I don't know why we are sharing this moment," I say softly. My voice is quiet, stripped of all bitter armor, carrying a raw, genuine honesty. "I really wasn't expecting you to dignify me like this after what happened in the ring."

Princess_Misaki: I heard these words quietly drifted into my ears, with unprecedented frankness and frankness. Everything you said was true and existed. Fright and intimidation are the most classic part of my competition, and even affect the mood of who will meet me next time. "Don't worry, Hana, you just need to do what you should do. Love, you will naturally have a good result. Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to take care of you. Of course, I will do my best, but now I feel a different energy in you, which is... maybe more powerful than those dark-style makeup...' I affirmed you with a seemingly careless joke, although you still have some Worried, lost, confused, but after all, this time you are frankly facing your heart. When I felt your soft fingers on my shoulder... I didn't look back, I just raised my hand and pressed my hand on your hand.' There are not many moments when we can share; but now the scene is definitely much more acceptable than you on the ring... It's really painful to roll on the moon. If the person below is not me, maybe I will applaud you without reservation.' I looked down at my chest of the epidemic and enjoyed the burning sensation of kissing my chest when the breeze came.

Hana_Jeong: "But in a few days, we'll be back in that ring against each other," I say softly, the cold night air biting at my bruised skin. As I stand there beside you, a dark, terrible thought suddenly creeps into my mind. What if this is all part of the game? What if all this unexpected kindness, this gentle care, is just another tactical hold a way to get inside my head and make me lower my guard even further before the next match? I stare at the glowing embers of your cigarette, feeling the strange, dangerous push-and-pull between us. Before I can stop myself, I reach out and gently take the cigarette right from between your fingers. I lift it to my lips and pull in a deep drag, holding the smoke in my lungs for a long second before exhaling a thin gray cloud into the night wind. I look out over the distant Osaka city lights, the heat of the ember fading into the cool breeze. "Well..." I say, my voice still raspy from screaming earlier, handing the cigarette back toward you. "I think I'm going to need something a lot stronger than a cigarette tonight if I'm actually going to calm down."

 

Princess_Misaki: I looked at you with a hint of bewilderment at everything you'd done—the girl who, just days ago, had grabbed my hair and slammed me against the edge of the ring, was now willing to share a cigarette with me. I stared at the faint trace of your lipstick left on the filter, then turned around to face you—a girl who had just been broken. How was I supposed to piece your heart back together? "What do you want that's more intense, Hana? Most of the time, I can only bring out stronger and stronger techniques on the canvas. Clearly, that's not what you mean right now, is it." I braced one hand against the wall, boxing you into a tighter, more oppressive space. The breeze lifted the ends of our hair, and under the night lights, our shadows stretched long. With my free arm, I pulled you close around the waist. "Feeling any better now?"

Hana_Jeong: I constrict myself in the narrow space between you and the wall, trapped by your frame. Your dark eyes are fixed intently on mine, and my heart instantly accelerates, pounding wildly against my ribs. The last time our bodies were this close, you were torturing my spine and forcing me to tap out in front of thousands. The memory alone sends a shiver straight down my back. When you pull me close by the waist, a soft, involuntary sigh escapes my lips, warm air fluttering between us in the cool night breeze. I hesitate, then gently rest my hands against your shoulders, feeling the firm heat of your skin. "I... I was thinking..." I stammer softly, my voice barely a whisper, eyes darting from your lips back up to your dark gaze. "We could share some... alcohol... I don't know..." My mind is completely spinning, but deep down, the truth is crystal clear. Standing here in the dark, helpless against your sudden closeness, I know I'm about to "submit" to you all over again.

Princess_Misaki: 'Of course... I think I also need this now...' I gently tapped your forehead with my fingertips, and then let you go into the room... grab the phone at the bedside.' Hello, this is Hana and Misaki's room. I think I need a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Thank you.' Then I looked back at you, 'Are you satisfied with this arrangement? Don't worry, this will not be deducted from our salary. I'll treat you tonight. It's my... compensation for you..." I blinked playfully, lay on the bed, and stretched my arms and legs.

 

 

Hana_Jeong: My face immediately burns bright crimson as you tap my forehead. I quickly drop my gaze to the floor, my shoulders curling inward as a deep, overwhelming shyness takes over. Every inch of my posture screams total submission. "Y-yes... thank you," I mumble softly, barely daring to look up as you lay back on the bed and stretch out so comfortably. When the knock at the door announces room service, I jump slightly, my heart doing a nervous flip. "I'll... I'll get it," I whisper, scrambling over to the door like a dutiful attendant. I take the tray from the staff member, thanking them in a quiet, hushed voice before bringing the bottle of red wine and the two crystal glasses over to the bedside table. My hands tremble slightly as I uncork the bottle, the quiet pop sounding loud in the dimly lit room. I carefully pour a dark, rich stream of wine into your glass first, then mine. The entire time, despite the warm blush coating my cheeks and my pounding heart, I force myself to hold your gaze looking up at you through my lashes with wide, completely yielden eyes, silently waiting for your next move.

Princess_Misaki: When the cork was pulled, the mist at the bottle's mouth signaled that the wine was exactly that crisp, refreshing sensation—and in an instant, the aroma drifted out. I hadn't touched anything alcoholic in years; I even felt that caffeine affected my thinking. So the smell of alcohol made my nose uncomfortable at first. You handed the glass to me. "Thank you, Hana. So—welcome to Japan?" I thought of many toasts, but then it struck me that you might not be a stranger here at all, and a touristy greeting would hardly be right. "Or… happy weekend. Cheers." I clinked glasses gently with you, then tipped my head back and downed it in one go. The raw, sweet scent of young grapes instantly put me at ease. Being so out of practice with alcohol, I felt my cheeks flush. I set down the glass, savored the fleeting taste of open fields that had just passed by, and stared straight into your eyes.

Hana_Jeong: "And cheers to your deserved victory..." I say softly, clinking my glass against yours. As the cool, rich wine hits my tongue and slides down my throat, the sharp edges of my anxiety begin to smooth out. The alcohol works fast on my exhausted, beaten body, loosening the tight knots of tension in my chest and sparking a sudden, quiet warmth. I take advantage of the moment to lean in closer beside you on the bed. The suffocating, shy submissiveness starts to melt away, replaced by a lingering, hazy boldness. I reach out, wrap my fingers around your hand, and pull you up from the mattress, guiding you back outside to the balcony. We sit down together on the plush, cushioned lounge chairs, the night air wrapping around us. I reach into my bag, pull out a cigarette, and pop it between my lips. "I love the combination of wine and cigarettes," I admit, a faint, sleepy smile finally tugging at the corner of my mouth. I strike a match, the small flame illuminating the dark, and take a long, deep smoke. I exhale a smooth cloud into the Osaka sky, then turn to you, gently holding the lit cigarette out between my fingers for you to take.

Princess_Misaki: I looked at you absent-mindedly. The impact of alcohol made my thinking a little slow but began to become bold. I didn't even realize that we had almost no close contact these days except for fighting. When you pulled me up, I didn't have any preparation, even to hug your body directly. I smelled a refreshing body. You led me back to the balcony. We sat side by side. Suddenly, my thoughts began to expand. The girl in front of me had an indescribable attraction at this moment. When you handed over the cigarette, I didn't refuse and held it with my fingers.' You... want me to taste you?' My words began to be a little frivolous. I knew that if we met on the wrestling platform every day, no matter how many times we met, I might not have much intersection with you. But these days, including the current situation and atmosphere, the instructions given to me by my brain made me want to have you. I moved behind you with a cigarette, from I hugged you behind and sat on the plush. I put my arms around your armpits and stroked your cheek.' Don't worry, this time it's not a damn technology, maybe it's a kiss..." I took a deep puff of a cigarette with the scent of your lipstick. My eyes were confused and charming. I gently twisted your face over, almost putting my cloudy lips on it...

Hana_Jeong: The heat of your body pressing against my back sends a sharp, electric shock straight down my spine completely different from the violent shocks you gave me in the ring just hours ago. When your arms slip under my shoulders and your hand gently turns my face toward yours, my breath hitches in my throat. My brain is a hazy mix of red wine, nicotine, and sheer exhaustion. I'm feeling completely drunk, and after being so roughly treated by you in the ring, this sudden, unexpected show of soft affection gives me absolute chills. "Misaki..." I whisper, the word tumbling out as a warm breath against your face. I don't pull away. I don't flinch. I just lean back completely into your chest, closing the last bit of space between us as I look up into your dark, hazy eyes. When your lips, warm and clouded with smoke, finally press against mine, a quiet sigh escapes me. My hands reach up to rest gently over your arms, accepting your kiss and submiting to you all over again, not out of pain or fear this time, but because right now, in the cool night air, I don't want to be anywhere else. "Misaki... what are we... doing?"

Princess_Misaki: "Do what you want to do, and let me do what I want... is that okay...?" Suddenly I flip you over, pressing our chests tight together. I lean back against the balcony wall, and behind you sprawls the dazzling, decadent nightscape of Osaka. A girl falls into my arms in the cool night breeze. I lift your chin with my fingertip, then pull you firmly against me. I need a girl—right now, a girl who fully understands my situation and my profession. I've tried starting a relationship before, but honestly, I can't feel that kind of connection with guys. Most of them expect their wives to stay home and take care of the household, not to be flying around in the ring. And finding a girl like that? Forget it. Alcohol and adrenaline have lit the final fuse of tonight. I kiss you wildly, feeling every inch of your body. I reach up and switch off the balcony light, leaving us in the dark room, facing the neon glow, beginning our private, reckless game.

Hana_Jeong: The darkness of the balcony wraps around us, with only the distant neon pulse of Osaka casting long shadows across our skin. I’ve never felt attracted to girls before. But the hazy mix of heavy wine, sheer physical exhaustion, and the deep, throbbing ache in my body has stripped away every defense I possessed. Standing here in the dark, I feel completely tamed by you all over again. I don't resist your touch there hasn't been a single drop of fight left inside me since the moment I tapped out on that canvas hours ago. Still, a quiet, lingering doubt glimmers through the alcohol-fueled haze. I gently break the wild kiss, keeping my eyes heavy and half-closed as my head lolls slightly against your shoulder. I am completely tipsy, floating in the strange warmth of your embrace. "Misaki..." I say softly, the words sliding out of my throat almost like music, hushed and melodic in the quiet night breeze. "What are we doing?"

Princess_Misaki: 'I don't know, Hana. I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to have you—to possess you. I know you have someone you love, and it's definitely not me. But tonight... I might just have to disappoint your admirers.' I hold you by your ribs, positioning you carefully in front of me, my fingers gliding along your soft skin. I straighten your spine, revealing the perfect lines of your chest. I lean in, burying my face in your jaw, your neck, your cleavage—everywhere. I inhale wildly, taking, claiming. 'Don't say anything, please. Just don't say a word, Hana.' Under the influence of the alcohol, I can even hear my own thunderous heartbeat. Then I sweep you up in my arms. 'Hold on to me, baby. Don't let go. We're moving...' I carry you straight into the room, gently nudging the balcony door shut with the tip of my toe. In the dimly lit room, faintly illuminated by the reflected neon glow, I toss you onto the soft bed, then immediately straddle your abs. 'Looks like there's another match tonight... are you ready?'

Hana_Jeong: As you straddle my abs, the sudden weight of your body sends a flutter of butterflies straight through my stomach. It’s clear that you want to completely claim me, and lying here beneath you, I feel like an absolute jobber in your hands powerless, exposed, and yielding. You do whatever you want with me, using your hands and your weight to position me, and you find zero opposition. The alcohol makes my head spin, but the raw intensity of your eyes in the dim room cuts right through the haze. I look up into your dark gaze, my voice soft, breathless, and totally devoid of fight. "Are you going to make me tap out again, Misaki?"

 

 

Princess_Misaki: I let out a low chuckle, taking it as a silent agreement. Under this kind of atmosphere, we both knew exactly what was about to happen between us. I'd already thrown all pretense of decorum out the window. Even if, later on, you confess everything to your boyfriend and it sparks a huge fight between you two—I'd even be willing to apologize or make it up to you somehow—but tonight, no one was going to stop me. Including you, one of the two people actually involved. I wanted you to praise every part of me, to always remember my name at your most pleasurable moments. All night long, I had no idea whether the room next door would complain about us engaging in some "illegal" activities, but our sheets ended up in complete disarray. Your body was marked with unnatural bruises, your wrists bore red, rope-like restraint marks, and even your knees were scraped with a fresh, healthy red color on the surface. When sunlight burst through the curtains into the bedroom, I was holding you tightly from behind—one leg thrown over your body, my arm wrapped around your firm chest, pulling you completely into my embrace. My throat was parched dry. And then, as my eyes focused and I clearly saw the graceful lines of your shoulders right in front of me, I was first stunned, and then a strange, inexplicable fear washed over me... "Wtf....."

Princess_Misaki: My mind raced back, frantically trying to piece together what we'd done last night. All I could remember was that we'd polished off a whole bottle of liquor in under half an hour. Then, suddenly, those crazy images flashed through my head—I forced you to kneel on the bed, you obediently pressed yourself against my abs, and I made you tell me over and over again how amazing I was. We didn't even have the strength to make it back to our own bed; we just... stayed there until morning. "Oh my God, what have I done?! Damn it..." I realized that under the influence of alcohol, I'd turned into a completely unhinged wild girl.

Hana_Jeong: I was still fast asleep, snoring cutely against the pillow when you woke up. As you start to panic and move away, my body instinctively reacts I unconsciously pull your arm back around my waist, forcing you to stay in the cuddle with a funny, sleepy little angry sigh. Then, my eyes snap open. My heart immediately starts hammering against my ribs at full speed. I just had the most insane, vivid dream, a nightmare where you completely possessed me in this bed in a hot and steamy night of sex. As the blurry fog of the morning clears, I glance down at the absolute state of the disheveled bed, the red marks on my skin, and your panicked expression. Reality hits me like a freight train. I turn violently, shoving you aside as I scramble backward against the headboard, clutching the sheet to my chest with wide, terrified eyes. "Wtf happened????"

Princess_Misaki: You almost instantly fled from my embrace, even though just seconds ago you seemed to be enjoying our position—of course, that position surprised me as well. "Wait... wait! Hana, calm down, listen to me. How much do you remember about last night? I'm not sure if my memories are real. Maybe we both just had a nightmare." I knelt on the bed, not trying to approach you and risk angering you, while at the same time I desperately tried to convince myself that it was only a nightmare, that nothing had happened between us. But... when I saw those extremely intimate items placed on the sofa, and the marks on our bodies, all the evidence pointed to the fact that this was no dream. And everything matched my memories perfectly. "Hana... do you remember?"

Hana_Jeong: I shake my head violently, my fingers entangling deep into my messy hair as panic grips my chest. "I only remember you ordering wine, Misaki," I say, my voice raspy, dry, and trembling with disbelief. I stare blankly at the disheveled room, my eyes locking onto the marks on my body, my skin is dirty and the evidence scattered across the furniture. A cold wave of dread washes over me. "This is not happening to me... it can't be," I whisper, clutching the sheets tighter around my chest as I pull my knees up to my chin. "Tell me this is a joke. Please tell me this is just a fucking nightmare..."

Princess_Misaki: It seems that alcohol is the fuel between us. We both need a space to vent too much, and by mistake, two people who are not so close to each other have completed the most intimate contact. I sat on the sofa at a loss, "Unexpectedly it has become like this... My God, neither of us has stopped each other? Just... that's it?' I turned my head to look at you on the bed, looking at our 'masterpiece'. I knew that the shock could not spread like this. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a bathrobe. I didn't even dare to get too close to you this time. I put it in front of you. Then I quickly grabbed my cigarette to the balcony as if to avoid zombies. I needed to hurry up Quickly figure it out, what should we do? Do I need to admit this relationship with you frankly? But obviously we are not prepared. This is purely an accident. We didn't even have a little preparation before, because we never think that we have the ability and space to get along like this. I took a hard breath of the cigarette and let the nicotine knock on my head and tell me what to do.

Hana_Jeong: As you head out to the balcony, my phone suddenly rings on the nightstand, its loud chime cutting through the heavy silence of the room. I rub my swollen, exhausted eyes and pick it up, unlocking the screen. As I read the notification, a bitter chuckle escapes my throat. "I guess we have more pressing concerns to think about than a drunk accident, Misaki," I say dryly. I walk out onto the balcony after you, leaning against the railing. Without asking, I pull a cigarette from your packet on the small table and light it, taking a slow, deep drag as the morning breeze hits us. "In Kyoto, we're facing each other in a Lumberjack Match," I say, reading directly off the screen. "And management just confirmed that 20 girls from the Rising Star program will be surrounding the ringside..." Before I can even process that, a second notification pops up at the top of my screen. It’s a direct message from Ji-yeon, the sweet Korean rookie I hit it off with in the Rising Star locker room days ago. “Hana-ssi, I hope this message finds you well. I was selected to be a lumberjack for your match in Kyoto! I hope I can be useful to you.” A genuine, subtle smile finally touches my lips through the swirling cigarette smoke. I look over at you, feeling the dynamic between us shift once again. At least out there in Kyoto, surrounded by twenty hungry rookies waiting to throw us back into the meat grinder... I won't be completely alone.

 

Princess_Misaki: My body suddenly sank. Sure enough, I was never really the company's favorite kid. A Lumberjack match—that meant more ropes, more diving moves, our fighting area completely restricted—and under the ring, they'd arranged twenty rookies. It almost made the ring airtight. "Oh... well, I figured." I ran my hand through my messy hair, picked up a cigarette, but didn't light it right away—just twirled it between my fingers. Now, more than the match, I was worried about the problem between us. "Hana, about last night... we..." I didn't know what to say to this sweet girl. And what made it even more ironic was that this girl, who had nestled in my arms all night, might in a few days come crashing down on me again and again—and she'd have a whole crew of followers right behind her, all gunning for me as their enemy.

Princess_Misaki: We were sitting face to face. I got up and straddled your calves and knees, leaning in close to you, bringing my face to your neck just like yesterday—intimate yet restrained. "Hana, I want you to know what an amazing girl you are, in every way. You completely set me on fire—that's an undeniable fact. But we both know that if we want to go further in NEW or anywhere else, we're really not the better choice for each other right now. I'm sorry... Hana, I'm sorry..." I murmured these hoarse, lazy words right into your ear. I know you're a phoenix, and a little bird like me can't possibly make you stop in your tracks... even though last night was a magnificent moment.

 

Hana_Jeong: "Oh... oh... slow down, Misaki, what are you even talking about? So you do remember what happened..." I say, keeping my voice utterly deadpan and dry, deliberately minimizing what happened between us as if it were nothing more than a hazy, insignificant mistake. I look at you sitting on my legs, your face hovering near my neck, and I shake my head in disbelief. "Who told you I'm into you? Or better... who told you I'm even attracted to women?" I reach out and place a firm hand on your shoulder, gently but unyieldingly pushing you back to create some actual space between us. "Look, I'm going to get up and prepare myself for our match. That's the only thing that actually matters to me right now. You should do the exact same thing because in Kyoto the odds are finally balanced."

Princess_Misaki: I'm much more clear-headed now. I can feel the irresistible strength coming from your palms—yes, a girl like that is truly captivating. My heart feels a lot lighter. I can accept a girl, that's true, but this all happened too fast. Adrenaline drove us through it all, and we never really thought it through. "Thank you, Hana. The Kyoto tournament is about to start. I think we'll meet again there—yes, again... and you'll see what I can do up on the ropes." Slowly, I peeled your hands off my shoulders and stood up, looking down into your eyes. "Come on, Hana. I think we've rested long enough. Let me see what you can do in Kyoto..." I flashed my signature confident smile at my now fully clear-headed opponent—or maybe just a regular partner. After all, we weren't so at odds anymore, but that didn't mean we'd go easy on each other in Kyoto. And besides, the twenty girls at ringside wouldn't have it any other way.

Hana_Jeong: "I'm sure we can put up a good show, Misaki," I say, a small, knowing smile finally breaking through my guarded expression. I pull myself up from the lounge chair, feeling every ache and bruise from yesterday settle into my bones, but the heavy fog between us has cleared. The lines are drawn, and the game is back on. "I'm going to catch the morning train," I tell you, holding your gaze for a brief moment before turning back toward the glass doors. "We'll see each other at the hotel in Kyoto." I step inside the room, leaving the balcony breeze behind. Throwing open my suitcase, I start packing my clothes, tossing in the disheveled gear and collecting my things, completely focused now on the war waiting for us at ringside.

Princess_Misaki: The prejudices between us seemed to have faded a lot. Even though neither of us mentioned Sara even once, at least I knew that you'd put your heart and your attitude into everything you did—it's just that sometimes the results end up disappointing, but that's not your fault. When you got up to pack your things, I didn't rush to do the same. "Hana, if you don't mind—or if you need a ride—we could drive to Kyoto together. Of course... if you prefer the speed of the train, or... something else, then take care on the road. I think I'll wait until the afternoon to leave." I finally lit the cigarette between my fingers, but this time, instead of gloom, what replaced it was a sense of release, and the freedom and joy that had come back to me.

Hana_Jeong: "Hmm..." I pause for a second, my hands hovering over my half-packed suitcase as I weigh the options. Taking the bullet train would definitely be faster... but a car trip is always a good way to break the ice and clear whatever lingering weirdness is still hanging in the air. "I accept," I say, my voice keeping that same dry edge, but with a subtle, playful smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "That way, at least I can make sure you won't get lost in your own country." I zip up my bag with a sharp *snap*, toss it onto the floor, and lean against the edge of the bed, waiting for you to finish your smoke.

Princess_Misaki: Your words were still sharp, but this time they sounded much more pleasant. I let out a low chuckle. "Are you getting aggressive now, Hana? You know, beating me in a verbal sparring match won't earn you any extra points." I slowly savored the smoke, watching your confident and composed smile through the hazy atmosphere. Until the orange hues of the setting sun painted the evening sky, I pulled my suitcase, put on my sunglasses, and slid into the car. "Stow your luggage properly, Hana—if it falls out of the car, I don't think I'm stopping, Hana! Haha, you know, gas is too expensive. The wear on the brakes—I might as well just buy you a whole new set of luggage instead." I called out to you with a friendly face, joking loudly. Three days ago, we'd walked in here with barely a smile on our faces—and now, it felt like the two of us were getting ready for a vacation. "Ready to hit the road?" I was full of anticipation for my travel companion on this journey.

Hana_Jeong: I look at you with a suspicious squint, a small smirk creeping onto my lips. "I'm ready... I'm ready... just hoping to survive this 50-minute road trip with you," I say, pulling the seatbelt across my chest and clicking it securely into place. I lean back against the passenger seat, resting my arm on the window sill as you fire up the engine. The tension from the morning has completely dissolved, replaced by the easy rhythm of the open road. "So, what music are we listening to?" I ask, turning to look at you through my side profile. "Please no music from your cartoons"

Princess_Misaki: "Oh my god, you're going to pick apart my playlist again, aren't you? Looks like I've got myself a handful." I casually tossed my phone to you. "Open that music app—that's my playlist. If you don't like it, play whatever you want. As long as there's sound coming out, it's all good." I turned my head and looked out the window with a relaxed expression, but before handing you the phone, I'd already preselected the first song on my list. The low thrum of bass and electric guitar filled the air—Nirvana's *Come as You Are*. "Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be / As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy..." I caught myself humming the melody without meaning to. I never tried to make you hear those lyrics, but it all fell into place—perfectly, accidentally. Just like whatever this is between us now. I felt it. As the engine roared to life, the setting sun and a gentle breeze washed over our faces, I looked at you and gave a knowing smile.

 

Hana_Jeong: I return your smile with a soft, genuine one of my own, the tense edges of the last few days finally smoothing out completely. The heavy bass and rhythmic drums pulse through the car's speakers as the highway opens up before us under the golden setting sun. I lean back against the headrest, letting the cool wind wash over my face as Kurt Cobain's raspy voice builds toward the iconic chorus. “And I swear that I don't have a gun... No, I don't have a gun...” As the music swells into the raw instrumental break, I take a slow, deep breath, turning my head to look at your side profile through the warm evening light. "You know," I say softly over the thrum of the guitar, nodding toward the dashboard, "when he says he doesn't have a gun... that's how I'm coming to you, Misaki. I came here with nothing hidden. No grudges, no weapons. I'm not good on that" I pause, letting a small, quiet smirk touch my lips "I just don't know how we reached this scale of conflict" yt.

Princess_Misaki: My body swayed to the rhythm and cadence of my humming. And now, when I heard you say all that, I didn't get that shiver down my spine again—I felt more composed, more at ease. "Oh, I actually don't know. You pushed me away at that training ground in Tokyo, and then here we are. Of course, I think it's largely Sara's fault..." I gave a mischievous wink, cracking a joke that only the two of us could understand. "Stop overthinking it, Hana. You know philosophers always end up fighting when they're together, so I rarely get the upper hand in words. I like to skip straight to the point and settle things with my fists. So, are you going to tell me your battle strategy for the next lumberjack competition? Hahaha!" I let out a hearty, boyish laugh. As the city lights began to glow in another neon-lit night, I caught from the corner of my eye that the furrow between this Korean girl's brows had finally relaxed. I started to truly enjoy this ride—or maybe it really was a vacation.

Hana_Jeong: "There's little strategy, Misaki. I don't have tricks, psychological games, nothing. I don't think too much," I say softly, scrolling through your playlist on the phone as the song fades out. "I will just step into that ring and stand my ground like I always do." I pause for a moment, selecting a new track before staring out at the passing neon lights reflecting on the window glass. "Sara is more than a best friend, she's a sister to me. Maybe an older sister," I admit, letting out a quiet sigh. I look down at my hands in my lap. "And I take things personally when it regards her... I guess you would do the same for your sister."

Princess_Misaki: At that, I had to drop my cynical attitude. I knew I wasn't trying to pry your competition plans out of you—I didn't care about that. When you mentioned Sara, I could feel your genuine concern and worry. I knew you understood how tough and crazy it was for her to win that belt and hold onto it. But then you brought up my sister, and two figures suddenly flashed into my mind—completely subconsciously. One kind, innocent, and tall; the other selfish, sinister, and dangerous. Yes—Chanyota and Mayumi. I even unconsciously put Chanyota first now. "Yes... I would do anything for them... oh, for her... I can't allow her to get hurt, not even verbal abuse. So I totally understand you and Sara....." I slowed down, pulled out my cigarette, hoping I wouldn't get cited for reckless driving by the sheriff, and started fumbling for my lighter in my jacket.

Hana_Jeong: I notice the sudden shift in your energy the way your hands tense on the wheel, and how you slipped from plural to singular, dropping Mayumi completely and leaving only Chanyota. "Wait... focus on the road..." I say gently, reaching into my pocket and flicking open my lighter. I bring the small flame up to the tip of your cigarette, waiting for you to take a drag before snapping it shut. While you take a blow of smoke into the cool night air, I tap the phone screen and play a song I spotted in your recommended tracks—*Tender Love* by Mounika. The soft, gentle beat fills the quiet space between us. I lean back in my seat, looking at your side profile in the dim glow of the dashboard. "I don't know what we are right now to each other... it's confusing," I say softly, my voice completely stripped of any sharp edges. "But we are human beings, and as so, we are fragile. You can let it out if you need to be listened to without judgments."

Hana_Jeong:

Princess_Misaki: "Thank you, Hana." I exhaled smoke with relief. I'd long stopped caring about judgments. I knew what I had to protect—even if some things I protected would cost me. Maybe money, maybe status, maybe reputation. None of that mattered to me, and I'd never truly had any of it anyway. But I did have everything my sisters brought me—whether joy or pain—and I had to protect all of it. "I know I'm not hiding it well, but don't get me wrong—I meant her, Mayumi. After all, we share blood..." I didn't know why I was explaining so much. "She's a little brat, you know? When we were practicing some techniques—the ones from that day in the ring—she wouldn't reduce a minute of torture just because I begged for mercy. She used the coach's orders to threaten me. Really, she just needed to prove she was better than me." I subconsciously shifted my body, and in my posture gripping the steering wheel, you could faintly see the unnatural muscle lines behind my shoulder from a major injury I'd had. "But Chanyota is good, Hana. I promise you—I won't lose another sister..."

Hana_Jeong: I listen to you carefully in the quiet car, not cutting in or making any comments as the soft beat of Tender Love plays in the background. I can feel the deep, unspoken sadness inside you the lingering trauma of being pushed, tormented, and bullied all this time by your own blood sister under the guise of training. As you shift against the leather seat, the light from the passing streetlamps catches the back of your shoulder, revealing the unnatural muscle lines and faint, jagged scar left behind from that brutal injury. My chest tightens slightly for you. "You're a good woman, Misaki," I say softly. Without overthinking it, I reach over and gently pat your thigh, letting my hand rest there for a comforting moment to let you know that, right now, you don't have to carry any of that heavy weight alone.

Princess_Misaki: The warmth of your palm returned to my thigh, and I felt a little more at ease. Whenever I think about these things, I can't help but get tangled up and regretful. I gripped your hand tightly, giving it a squeeze to signal that I was fine now, then grabbed hold of the steering wheel. "Alright! Hana, I know we might both put on different faces again in 48 hours. You better watch out—I'm not always this sentimental." I looked at the dazzling neon lights lighting up in the distance as we got closer to our destination. "You know the fans have already split us into two camps in the media, right? And besides, all the girls showing up this time are from Stardom. That might be good news for you. I'll have to figure out what to do—I probably don't have time to sway any of those girls to my side."

 

Hana_Jeong: "We can be rivals in the ring without being enemies in real life, Misaki," I say softly, keeping my hand still for a moment before letting it go so you can focus on driving. I turn my head to look out the window at the passing landscape, watching the neon signs of Kyoto slowly bloom in the distance. "Outside the ring, we're just two normal people, each with our own problems. We aren't superwomen, Misaki." I pause for a bit, unlocking my phone and glancing briefly at my Instagram feed before tossing it back onto my lap. "I don't read social media, I don't care about what the camps are saying," I admit, leaning my head against the cool glass. "But you're playing at home in your own country... that must mean something to you, no?"

Princess_Misaki: "Everyone who strives for life and their dreams has meaning, Hana. And besides, we're certainly not enemies—at least not right now. If our noses and cheeks hadn't been bleeding on that first day, maybe we'd already be besties by now. Of course, I might have to ask Sara to pay my medical bills—she should be held responsible." I intended to lighten the slightly heavy topic with a joke. The car slowly decelerated as we drove into the city, and we could see short videos Stardom had pre-filmed for these new stars playing on some buildings. Those amazing girls were talking trash to the screen—people from different factions seemed like they wanted to bury both of us in a coffin. "Oh my god, Hana, honestly, it gives me cold sweat just watching. Maybe... only that Ji-yeon girl looks a bit gentler... I really need to be on high alert."

Hana_Jeong: "Ji-yeon is a sweet girl... she really reminds me of when I first started this job," I say, a soft, wistful note touching my voice as I watch a massive video screen mounted on a nearby building. "I was so naive back then. I thought hard work and a good heart were all you needed to survive in this business." I turn my eyes back toward the urban landscape of Kyoto, taking in the contrast of ancient traditional architecture nestled beneath the glow of modern neon signs and high-definition billboards. The city feels alive, humming with an electric energy that promises drama, passion, and violence in equal measure. "Don't worry, Misaki," I say, turning in my seat to look over at you as the car navigates the slowing city traffic toward the wrestler housing. "If we play clean with each other and keep the action inside the ropes, those twenty hungry rookies won't have a reason to intervene. They're out there at ringside like vultures waiting for a drop of blood, looking for an excuse to pull one of us down and make a name for themselves. But as long as we give them a pure, brutal fight just you and me, square in the center of that canvas we won't give them a single opening to tear us apart."

Princess_Misaki: "At least back then we were still young. I didn't cross paths with you in your early career, but that doesn't change the fact that I was just as foolish when I re-entered this industry." I wasn't overly drawn in by the city's unique architecture; instead, my mind kept flashing back to the impassioned, indignant chants of those girls just moments ago. As I slowly pulled the car up to the entrance of the Wrestlers' Apartment—which was actually a sizable communal residence, seemingly converted into a group-living house for wrestlers during the tour—I could see quite a few fans who had come out of admiration, taking photos at the gate, and occasionally a wrestler who hadn't had time to change would be stopped for a picture. Everything felt worlds apart from the sleek modern hotels in Tokyo. I didn't rush to open the car door. I didn't know if I'd regret it once I stepped out. "Hey, I mean, are you sure we're staying here? I haven't lived in a dorm since high school—it's been years. I can cover our hotel expenses, Hana; those shrewd businessmen aren't going to threaten me with money and lock me up in this... place that's like... a classroom." I clearly hadn't been prepared for the company to arrange accommodations like this. I'm not a fussy person, but I really did need some time and a bit of encouragement from a companion. I turned my head and looked at you with an awkward, complicated expression, hoping to hear your thoughts.

Hana_Jeong: "We should go to a hotel... we really shouldn’t be seen arriving together out here, otherwise we're going to completely ruin the build-up of our rivalry," I say, leaning toward you slightly as I scan the crowd of fans and photographers outside the gate. "And that rivalry... well, in fact, it still exists. The second we walk into that arena, none of this car ride changes what we have to do to each other." I study your face, trying to gauge your reaction to my words to see if you understand the boundary I'm drawing. The warmth we shared on the road was real, but the reality of the wrestling business is waiting just outside that windshield. "I have money, too," I add with a soft, reassuring nod. "We can split a nice place somewhere quiet downtown. We keep our distance out in public, avoid the dorm circus, get a good night's rest, and keep the main event completely intact for Kyoto."

Princess_Misaki: My original intention was to take you away from this chaotic base camp, but clearly you've picked up on something else entirely. "Oh... yes, yes, you have a point..." I said, a little dejectedly. Our relationship had just entered a new phase not long ago, and with all the scheduled competitions and media around, we had no choice but to keep certain things hidden. "I think, Hana, I should slip away quietly. There really are... too many people here... But we could book rooms at the same hotel in some bustling part of Kyoto—as long as, as long as no one sees us going in and out with our arms around each other, I suppose that would be acceptable, right?" I asked, a hint of hesitation in my voice. To mask my inner fluster, I pulled the car into a parking spot, rolled up the windows to avoid drawing attention, and grabbed my phone to start searching for available hotels on an app—just so I wouldn't have to sit there in silence, waiting for your reply with our eyes locked.

Hana_Jeong: "C'mon, Misaki, we can just share one room like in Osaka," I say, breaking the tension with an easy smile before giving you a stern, suspicious look. "But no alcohol tonight don't you even dare! We have a match tomorrow, don't forget!"After discreetly pulling away from the dormitory, we manage to book a quiet, comfortable room at an executive hotel right near the iconic KBS Hall where the show will take place. We grab a quick, quiet bite down at the hotel’s buffet restaurant before heading straight up to the room to unwind.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I begin my night skincare routine, tying my hair back as I wash my face and pat my skin dry."I read online that KBS Hall is completely sold out for tomorrow," I call out from the bathroom, trying to initiate some casual conversation over the quiet hum of the running water.

Princess_Misaki: I was walking past the bathroom door when I saw you standing in front of the mirror, starting your skincare routine. "Oh, I thought you didn't bother taking care of your skin," I teased with a laugh. "After all, the past few days, I hardly saw you step into the bathroom except for showers and, you know, the other thing." We hadn't said much since checking into the hotel and heading to dinner, trying not to draw too much attention—after the last match, this tour was getting more and more eyes on us. So the time we had in the room felt like a rare moment of ease. "Yeah, I noticed. KBS Hall is no small sports center—which means more and more people are watching us now." I walked across the room and flopped onto the bed, hugging a pillow tight against my chest. "Peace and quiet never last long. Tomorrow we're back to fighting again... Pro wrestlers have a busier schedule than the president, I swear." I took a sip of my cola, letting out a casual complaint.

Hana_Jeong: "You think I don't care about my skin? Girl, I'm Korean," I say, feigning total shock before a warm smile breaks across my face. I finish up in the bathroom, turn off the light, and walk into the main room. I step over to your side of the bed and flop unceremoniously onto the mattress right beside you. The crisp, cool sheets gently brush against my bare skin, giving me an immediate wave of pure comfort and relief after such a long day on the road. "Tomorrow, we're going to put on a great show. I'm sure of it, Misaki," I murmur softly into the darkness. I roll over onto my side, wrapping the duvet around my shoulders. Exhaustion finally catches up to me, and within seconds, I drift off into a heavy, peaceful sleep.

Princess_Misaki: "I agree with Hana — this time might be much more exciting than the last one." I lie on my back on the bed, scrolling through social media post by post, reading the fans' attention and discussions about tomorrow's match. I know that this match is more like a show — a torch to reignite the NEW tour. The high‑flyer fans are desperately hoping that Hana will reclaim the lead on the canvas, after all, ropes and running are your specialty. And those twenty rookies by the ropes are exactly hoping to see something like that to make a name for themselves. "Good night, Hana, and good luck tomorrow." Either way, I have now accepted the fact that I will face Hana with even more determination in the second match.

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