NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

(PREVIOUSLY: PART XIII - Blood Demands Blood)

 

Avery_Breaux: I finish gearing up. My heart is bumping and my hands are cold sweaty. I'm Lauren's expendable pawn tonight. I'm about to face Hana Jeong, the girl she screwed who now is looking for vengeance. I came from New Orleans to become a star, not to become fodder or a human shield. But now I have to do my job. I'm the first to enter in the ring, so I walk slowly towards the red curtain. As my music hits the arena, I walk between the guardrails trying to do a determined face and shouting to the people to shut up. I flex my muscles on the apron, trying to look big, and go to my corner. My knees are shaking. I just keep staring at the red curtain waiting for you.

 

 

Hana_Jeong: Madeleine gave orders to lock me out of the main locker room. I was left alone in a cold, forgotten basement room at the lowest level of the ballroom. I smiled. Being alone was exactly how I wanted to prepare for my return to Noir. I pulled on my new gear and stood in front of a cracked, grime-covered mirror with my makeup case. Among the cluttered supplies on the counter, one item caught my eye: a tube of jet-black lipstick. I painted my lips dark as night. I was ready to deliver a kiss of death to Lauren and anyone she threw in my path. I stretched quickly in the dim corridor, slid on my sunglasses, and threw my heavy leather jacket over my shoulders. When I stepped up into the backstage area, the entire building went dead silent. Staff, crew, and wrestlers backed away, whispering, staring at me like I was a ghost raised from the grave. The shiny, sweet, immaculate Hana was dead. What they saw now was a woman built on pure vengeance unable to distinguish good from evil, speaking only in violence.

 

 

Hana_Jeong: My old entrance theme suddenly exploded over the arena speakers, but I didn't sprint out or do my old hyperactive routine. There was no official ring announcement for me tonight, but it didn't matter. The entire arena stood up and roared my name. This is the loudest, rawest announcement I could ever get. I climbed onto the apron, leaning back against the ropes to soak it in. The crowd welcomed me with such overwhelming heat and warmth that, for a split second, the cold mask cracked. I couldn't help but smile. "Fuck it," I whispered to myself. I ripped off my jacket and sunglasses, scaling the turnbuckle in one swift motion. Standing tall on the top rope, I shaded my eyes with my hand, looking far out into the roaring sea of people like I used to do. Then, I launched myself off the top, flipping cleanly through the air and landing gracefully on both feet right in the center of the canvas. I stood tall, then I bowed to everyone with a hand on my heart.

 

 

 

Avery_Breaux: The moment your music hits, I panic inside. Back in New Orleans, before I ever signed with Noir, you and Sara Leon were my biggest inspirations. Especially you. Now, what was supposed to be my dream is turning into a total nightmare. I am about to be the target of all your hatred and rage, all thanks to Lauren. I should have never hung out with her. You enter the ring ignoring my presence completely. The roar from the crowd is so noisy it feels like it could swallow the whole room alive. They greet you like you are some kind of hero. There is no way I can beat you, even if I have more muscle than you now... unless I act right now. The second your boots hit the mat from that backflip, I charge at your back with everything I have, throwing my heavy arm out to smash a forearm hit right into the back of your head while your guard is down.

 

Hana_Jeong: I was completely lost in the roar of the crowd, letting the noise wash over me, when the heavy blow cracks right into the back of my skull. The blindsiding strike steals the air from my lungs and snaps my head forward, throwing off my balance completely. I crash face-first onto the cold canvas, my vision flashing white for a split second as the sudden impact echoes through my jaw.

Avery_Breaux: A massive wall of boos explodes from the crowd, crashing down on me so hard my knees literally shake. I'm not used to big audiences like this. The sheer noise is terrifying, but I try to force myself to focus. I can't stop now. If I give you an inch, you'll kill me. I scramble over to where you fell, grabbing your shoulder to yank you belly-up onto the mat. I throw my leg over and sit heavy on your waist, raising my arms and bringing down wild, closed-fist punches aimed right at the sides of your head.

Hana_Jeong: I barely have time to throw my arms up over my face, taking the brunt of your frantic blows against my forearms and wrists. "Arrrghh!" The sheer weight of your mount pins me down, but the pain only stokes the fire roaring in my chest. I grit my teeth behind my black-painted lips, absorbing the heavy impacts as I wait for you to tire out or lose your rhythm.

 

Avery_Breaux: The referee grabs my waist, physically wrenching me backward to pull me off you. I break free, my heart hammering like crazy in my chest as the crowd screams bloody murder at me. I don't wait for you to breathe. I surge forward again, raising my heavy boot and driving it down, stomping wildly toward your head while you're still grounded. "What are you gonna do, Hana? Ahn? You piece of shit!" I scream over the deafening noise, my voice cracking with pure panic.

Hana_Jeong: I curl my body into a tight ball, interlocking my fingers behind my neck to take the brunt of your heavy boots. Each stomp rattled through my skull until my vision flickered white. Then, the static clears. The ref finally shoves you back into the corner, yelling at you to back off and fight clean. I use the bottom rope to pull myself up, my legs heavy, my breathing ragged. I wasn't expecting you to strike fast, but as I wipe a smear of black lipstick from my jaw, the sting fades into pure, focused rage.

Avery_Breaux: Panicked sweat drips into my eyes as I see you hauling yourself up by the ropes. I can't let you get your footing. If you stand all the way up, I'm dead. I shove the referee out of my way, ignoring his loud warning, and sprint across the canvas toward you with everything left in my legs. I extend my right arm wide, aiming a vicious, running clothesline straight for your neck putting all my weight into it to turn you completely upside down and flip you in the air before you can even react.

Hana_Jeong: I play possum, dropping my shoulder and letting my head hang limp like I'm still dazed. You take the bait. As you come charging in at full speed, I drop low and duck beneath your outstretched arm in the absolute last millisecond. Your clothesline hits nothing but air. Before you can even register the miss, I spin out behind you. I grab your heavy shoulder, violently wrenching you around to face me. In one lightning-fast motion, I plant my right foot directly onto your thigh to hoist myself upward, whipping my left leg around in a lethal, mid-air enzuigiri kick aimed straight for your temple.

Avery_Breaux: PASSSSH! Your boot connects solid with the side of my head. The world instantly turns sideways. My legs go completely rubber, and I start wobbling wildly around the ring, completely out of it. I throw a couple of awkward, pathetic punches into the empty air, trying to find where you are, but my vision is spinning out of control and all I can see are birdies dancing in front of my eyes.

Hana_Jeong: I bide my time, bouncing lightly on my toes as I watch you stumble and swing at shadows. The moment you turn back around to face me, I don't give you a single second to clear your head. I sprint across the ring, build up speed off the canvas, and leap to wrap both of my legs tightly around your head and neck, throwing all my momentum downward to snap you into a violent trying to make you flip onto the canvas with a running headscissors takedown.

 

Avery_Breaux: The momentum of your legs catches my neck completely off guard. My body violently flips through the air, legs flailing wildly, before I smash shoulder-first onto the hard canvas. I roll uncontrollably across the mat like a ragdoll, bouncing awkwardly off the bottom rope. I sprawl out on my back, groaning in pain, clutching my neck as my chest heaves violently. My head is pounding, and I can barely tell which way is up.

 

Hana_Jeong: I reach down and grab a fistful of your blonde hair, wrenching your head back to force you up off the canvas. "Get up, girl," I snarl against your ear, my voice dripping with ice. I drag you to the nearest corner and shove you violently against the turnbuckles. I hook your dazed arms over the top rope to pin you completely in place, trapping you like a target. Slowly, deliberately, I lick the palm of my right hand, coating it before drawing my arm way back. I step in close, torque my hips, and throw all my weight into a thunderous, open-handed chest chop aiming to make your skin burn.

Avery_Breaux: CHAAAPPPPPP! The sharp crack of your palm hitting my skin echoes through the entire ballroom like a gunshot. The audience instantly erupts into a massive, booming "WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A white-hot wave of pain shoots straight through my lungs. I let out a ragged, agonizing scream. "FUUUUUUCCKKKKK!" My knees instantly buckle. I slump heavily back against the turnbuckles, curling inward and desperately clutching my chest as the red mark starts burning like absolute fire. Tears sting the corners of my eyes, I can barely draw in a single breath.

Hana_Jeong: As you slump against the turnbuckles, gasping for breath, I step back into the center of the ring to clear space. I sprint toward the ropes, grab the middle rope for leverage, and spring off the top rope like a coiled spring. airborne in an instant, I bring both feet together and snap them straight forward aiming a brutal, high-flying springboard dropkick right into your face while you're trapped in the corner!

 

Avery_Breaux: The impact hits my face like a freight train, almost decapitating me. A heavy spray of drool flies out of my mouth, hitting the air as the world goes completely dark for a second. My body gives out entirely, and I collapse onto the mat like a sack of dead meat, hitting the canvas with a limp thud. I lie there motionless, my jaw numb, staring blankly up at the bright arena lights. I don't even know where I am anymore.

 

Hana_Jeong: I stand over your limp body, crossing my arms as I look down at you with a cold, disgusted stare. "No, you don't get to be done already," I say, my voice echoing clearly over the buzzing arena. "The crowd wants more. And I'm afraid I want more, too." I step in and shove your head disrespectfully with the sole of my wrestling shoe, rolling your face into the mat. "Get up, bitch. At least take your beating like a real woman unlike that coward you call a master."

 

Avery_Breaux: I drag myself forward on my stomach, my arms trembling wildly as I try to obey. My body feels like lead all these toned muscles mean nothing when my lungs are burning and my head is spinning this bad. You are so much stronger than me. I reach out with a shaking hand, grabbing onto your tight thigh just to pull myself up off the mat. I look up at you through blurry eyes, barely able to keep my head up, and mumble weakly: "No... more... please..."

 

Hana_Jeong: "No more?" I reach down and snatch a fistful of your scalp, wrenching your head backward to force your shaking legs beneath you. The moment you're upright, I crack my open hand straight across your cheek a sharp, stinging slap that echoes through the front rows while I keep a death grip on your blonde hair. "You are going to learn to fear me far more than you fear Lauren." I yank you toward the ropes, forcing your dazed body between them, and drag you down onto the hard arena floor outside the ring. The ref starts a slow count-out. Spotting the Noir cameraman, I snap my fingers, motioning for him to bring the heavy lens right into our faces. I pull your head violently back by the hair, exposing your throat, and lock your face right in front of the tape. "Call Lauren to help you, bitch," I whisper low and cold directly into your ear, yanking your hair even harder to keep your bloodied, desperate eyes pinned on the camera.

Avery_Breaux: "AAARRHGHH!" My scalp feels like it's being ripped completely off my head. My hand paws pathetic, helpless strokes at your wrist, trying to loosen your iron grip, but I don't have the strength to budge you. I stare straight into the cold glass of the camera lens, my vision completely blurred through a flood of tears. My chest heaves with heavy, uncontrollable sobs as I weep right into the broadcast. "Please... Lauren, get me out of here!" I scream, my cracked voice breaking in total humiliation.

Hana_Jeong: "Oh... Lauren won't come for you... believe me." My voice is an ice-cold purr against your ear. I don't give you a second to process the despair. I haul you by the hair across the concrete floor, dragging your limp body until we're standing right beside the heavy, rigid steel steps leading into the ring. I pull your head back, exposing your tear-streaked face to the arena lights one last time, and then drive your head down with full, ruthless force smashing your face straight into the top edge of the steel.

 

Avery_Breaux: "Please no more, Hana..." My breathless plea is brutally cut short as the cold edge of the steel steps meets my face. BAAAANG! The impact detonates through my skull like an explosion. My vision completely whites out as a sharp, blinding fire erupts across the bridge of my nose and forehead. I slump sideways onto the unforgiving concrete floor, completely dizzy and disoriented, clutching my battered face with trembling, blood-stained fingers as the world spins wildly out of focus.

Hana_Jeong: A sudden, dark desire for pure blood and violence floods my mind: a red haze consuming everything. I've never felt this unhinged, but looking down at your broken body, I don't see you anymore. I see Lauren. "You're going to beg for me to finish you, bitch!" I roar, pinning you down and driving fist after fist into your bleeding face. ONE! TWO! THREE! "Seven!" The referee's panicked count snaps through the red haze, violently yanking my mind back to reality. The count-out. I freeze, my bloodied fist hovering in the air. Breathing heavily, I unclench my hands, step back, and let your unconscious body collapse onto the cold concrete beside the steel steps. I slide inside the ring to break the contour just to return again to ringside.

 

Avery_Breaux: The two additional cracks against the steel steps send a blinding white flash through my brain. When you finally release me, I drop to the floor like a sack of dead meat, hitting the concrete limp and cold. I lie there on my stomach, my vision hazy and blurred. Looking down, I watch thick red drops fall from my split forehead, forming a dark little puddle of blood directly in front of my face. The roar of the crowd fades into a muffled, distant drone. All I can hear is the frantic pounding of my own heart and my pathetic, desperate sobs echoing against the concrete as I weep completely broken on the floor.

 

Hana_Jeong: Rolling out under the bottom rope, I step back down onto the floor. I freeze as I look at you: twisted in pain on the concrete, your legs sprawled at an awkward angle, your blood pooling and staining the dark surface beneath your face. A sharp squeeze hits my chest. Deep inside, it feels like the old Hana stirring, whispering to me. Looking down at your broken body, a wave of pity washes over me, leaving me feeling hollow, miserable, and empty. You're just a young woman like me: someone with big dreams, a career ahead of her, and a family at home proud of you who will probably watch this humiliating tape. You aren't evil; you're just expendable. Lauren seduced you into her circle, feeding on your ambition like she does to every rookie who comes out of nowhere, and she won't shed a single tear now that you're broken. She will sacrifice you if she must without thinking twice. I shake my head violently, trying to rattle the softness out of my brain. The new Hana forces her way back to the front, searching for justification. No. You're not innocent. You're just as guilty as Lauren. Just last week you were laughing and torturing a jobber right alongside her. You deserve every bit of this. You should have thought twice before hitching your wagon to a snake, you dumb bitch. Now you pay the bill. My expression hardens to ice once more. I reach down, grab a fistful of your blonde hair now matted and stained deep red with your own blood and haul you up just enough to toss you carelessly over the apron, sliding your limp body back inside the ring.

 

Avery_Breaux: I roll awkwardly across the canvas, my heavy body coming to a stop near the center of the ring. Hearing you climb back through the ropes, a surge of pure panic hits me. I dig my elbows into the mat, desperately trying to crawl away, but my limbs are completely shot I only manage to drag myself forward a few pathetic centimeters. I'm exhausted, spent, and utterly broken. My muscles refuse to cooperate. Fearing the worst, I painfully roll over onto my back to face you, raising one trembling, blood-stained arm in a futile attempt to keep you away. "I'm sorry, Hana... Please no... more," I choke out, my voice cracking through desperate, awkward sobs. "Just... put me out of my misery...I can't ...take... anymore..." I lie there helpless, staring up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, openly begging for you to just end the match.

 

Hana_Jeong: I look down at your total misery, listening to you beg for the end. You look so utterly destroyed that you'll probably quit wrestling the second this night is over. Even the referee steps in, practically begging me to just pin you and end the carnage. I glare down at you with cold despise, nudging your ribs carelessly with my foot to flip your limp body over so you're lying belly-up in the center of the ring. "For your own sake," I whisper, leaning down close to your ear, "I suggest you remain like this until you're carried out." I turn and point up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd, which had been watching the brutal beatdown in stunned, uncomfortable shock, suddenly comes alive, roaring as they realize what's coming. I scale the ropes quickly, stepping onto the top turnbuckle and turning my back to your broken body. Reaching my peak height, I leap backward into the air executing a crisp, beautiful moonsault that arcs perfectly through the arena lights aiming to crash all my weight straight down onto your ribs.

 

Avery_Breaux: You shove me like a piece of worthless trash, keeping my eyes closed and refusing to move. I obey your exact command, desperately hoping that staying completely passive will earn whatever microscopic bit of mercy you have left. BAAAAAAM! The crushing impact of your body hitting my lower torso drives every last drop of air from my lungs. My limbs fly into the air my arms, legs, and head whipping upward in a violent, reflex spasm. My eyes roll back into my head as a heavy cloud of drool sprays out into the air above us. As the impact settles, my body completely gives out and drops limp back onto the canvas. I lay there spread-eagle, broken and motionless, pinned helpless beneath the full weight of your body while the referee begins the final count.

Hana_Jeong: I hook my hands behind your knees, tearing your legs wide open to lock in a completely humiliating, vulgar pinfall beneath the glaring arena lights. The referee drops to the canvas and slams his hand down. "ONE!" "TWO..." Before three can echo, a sudden, dark impulse snaps inside my chest. I jerk back violently, yanking your head off the mat by a fistful of matted, blood-soaked hair to break my own cover. The referee freezes, yelling in sheer shock, while a wave of disbelief ripples through the roaring crowd. I crack my hand across your face one last time, forcing your helpless, limp body to roll over onto your belly. I immediately drop my weight across your upper back, pinning you flat against the mat. Reaching under your chin, I wrap both my arms around your bleeding face and nose, locking my fingers together in a agonizing, bone-snapping Crossface. I arch back with everything I have, pulling your neck, head, and spine into a horrific backward curve while digging my knees directly into your shoulder blades. I feel like your back is going to snap completely in half under the sheer force of the wrenching stretch.

 

Avery_Breaux: I’m barely conscious when I realize you actually stopped the count yourself. My body feels like a thrown-away ragdoll as you maneuver me around, and before I can even process it, I’m locked into a vicious, unforgiving Crossface. “AAAAGGGHHHH!” A horrific scream rips from my throat as the agonizing pressure crushes my spine with a sickening clank. The torque on my neck and back pushes the pain far beyond anything natural, sending a blinding heat through my entire body. My face turns a dark, suffocated purple, and the blood on my split head shines under the harsh arena lights. Foam and drool begin to pool at my mouth as the sheer intensity overloads my system. My screaming instantly dies out into a weak choke, my eyes roll up into my head, and my entire body goes completely limp in your grip as I pass out cold.

 

Hana_Jeong: The female referee lunges forward, violently grabbing my arm and trying to pry me off your lifeless, unconscious body. Her sharp fingernails dig deep into my flesh, breaking the skin. "Match is over! Let her go!" she screams. Around us, the arena erupts into a roaring standing ovation, the crowd completely captivated by the raw brutality they just witnessed. I release the hold, rising slowly to my feet while staring down at the bloody red marks left on my forearm by the ref's nails. Anger flashes through me. Without missing a beat, I snap my leg back and drive a devastating kick straight into the referee's temple. She collapses instantly, her limp body rolling beneath the bottom rope and tumbling to the floor outside. I walk calmly toward the ropes, snapping my fingers at a terrified ring announcer and demanding the microphone. The moment the steel mesh enters my hand, the arena falls into a tense, breathless silence, everyone hanging on every word. I bring the mic to my lips, my cold, unblinking eyes staring directly into the main broadcast camera. "Madeleine... I want the contract right now." I toss the microphone carelessly onto the canvas, turning back to stand over your broken body as I cross my arms, waiting in silent dominance.

 

Avery_Breaux: I lie completely motionless on the mat, looking like little more than torn, bloody trash discarded in the middle of the ring. My body is entirely unresponsive, but deep, ragged breaths heave through my chest in violent, shaky hitches. Thick drool and blood run together across my face, dripping steadily onto the canvas beneath me. Even in unconsciousness, my throat twitches with faint, silent sobs every nerve in my body completely shattered by the absolute brutality of your dominance

Alexa_Fannings: I step out from behind the heavy black curtain and slide into the arena as discreetly as possible, clutching the thick leather folder tight against my chest. Attached to the front is the official draft contract Madeleine ordered me to hand-deliver directly to you. When I applied for an administrative desk job in this company, I never imagined my duties would involve walking into a live ring in front of thousands of screaming fans. I am completely out of my element, my stomach churning with pure, paralyzing terror. I approach the apron with trembling steps, but as I glance over the top rope, my heart stops. The sight of Avery’s broken, unresponsive body pooled in her own blood turns my stomach upside down. My knees go weak and I freeze dead in my tracks, terrified. I can barely breathe. Then my eyes drift up from the canvas and lock onto yours. The sheer coldness in your gaze acts like a bucket of ice water, snapping me out of my trance. Flustered and shaking like a leaf, I quickly reach over the top rope, extending the folder toward you with one hand while holding out a pen with the other. "T-The contract..." I manage to squeak out, my voice quivering. "Madeleine sent me... to give you this..."

Hana_Jeong: I snatch the heavy folder and pen right out of the assistant's trembling hands. Flipping it open, my eyes skip past all the standard corporate legalese, searching for the single clause that actually matters: complete exemption from civil or criminal liability for whatever Lauren and I do to each other inside that ring. A cold smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I turn back toward your lifeless body, stepping over to where you lay motionless on the canvas. Dropping to one knee beside you, I slam the thick leather folder directly onto your chest with a heavy, deliberate thud. I look out at the stunned audience, holding their breathless gaze while using your broken, rising-and-falling chest as my personal writing desk. I click the pen, press down firmly against the paper , and sign my name in bold, jagged strokes. The moment the ink dries, I don't just put the pen down. I drive the sharp tip violently through the contract and deep into the leather cover, stabbing it directly onto your chest like a stake before rising to my full height.

 

 

Avery_Breaux: A sharp, agonizing gasp tears through my chest as the metal tip pierces straight through the thick leather and snaps into my flesh. "ARRGH!" A violent groan rips from my throat a helpless, instinctive sound of pain echoing into the mat. It feels as though a blade was just driven into my heart, the localized fire radiating across my chest while I lay there pinned, completely powerless to pull away. I lie paralyzed, my shallow breathing hitching with every surge of pain.

Hana_Jeong: I yank the heavy folder back off your chest, watching fresh red ink smearing alongside a spot of real blood on the paper. I turn on my heel and slide smoothly out of the ring, stepping down onto the floor with absolute poise. I march straight up to the trembling administrative girl, whose eyes are wide with unadulterated horror. Without hesitating, I shove the heavy folder violently into her chest. The damp red stains bleed instantly onto her pristine white blouse, marking her fabric. I lean in close, my voice dangerously calm and dripping with ice. "Tell your boss to make sure Lauren signs that contract..." I whisper, stepping back with a dark, ruthless smile. "...Otherwise, it's her blood that gets spilled next." I grab my jacket and my sunglasses and disappear through the red curtain.