NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Alexa_Fannings: Another Friday night. After clocking out from my internship at the law firm in Midtown, I head straight to the Hammerstein Ballroom for my part-time job. I know what’s waiting for me: another long night of relentless, brutal bullying from Madeleine, the General Manager. I am utterly exhausted, depressed, and constantly made to feel like I'm completely worthless in this company. But as I push through the backstage doors, my mind drifts back to last week's dinner with Hana Jeong. She actually took the time to help me. She inspired me, treated me like a human being, and gave me a shred of my dignity back. For the very first time since I stepped foot in NEW, I actually felt like I was someone who mattered.

Alexa_Fannings:

Ameli: I was talking with Mina and Misaki backstage when I notice you passing behind me. I look over my shoulder curious. I've been here for a week now and it's the first time I see someone getting into this office. I look at you up and down and clearly you're not a wrestler but a staff member which is exactly what I need. I get up put my phone in the back of my trunks and follow you. *KNOCK KNOCK* I don't let you the time to answer and I push the door wide open. I get in, shut the door behind me. "You're part of the staff right ? Big glasses, looking tired yeah you're clearly part of this lazzy staff" I grab a chair and sit on it I look at right in the eyes. "Do you know who I am ? No you don't ? I could guess so, i'm Ameli, yes the one who signed last week, remember it's been a week that i'm walking there backstage in gear trying to find a match but looks like nobody cares and it piss me off, that's why tonight YOU will care about it understood ?" I get up hands on my hips. "So ? Where is my fucking match ? Who am i supposed to beat up ? I'm done waiting for nothing !" I ask

Alexa_Fannings: I shrink back, clutching my heavy stack of paperwork against my chest like a shield. My heart is pounding against my ribs, and my knuckles turn white as I grip the manila folders. "P..Please... I really just do the administrative filing," I stammer, my voice shaking behind my oversized glasses as I desperately look at the cluttered desk behind you. "Madeleine... the General Manager... she handles all the match bookings, not me..." I take a tiny, hesitant step toward my desk, trying to sound reasonable while terrified out of my mind. "I can put your name on top of her official review pile for next week! I swear I will! Just... please, I have hours of paperwork I need to finish before the main show starts or I'm going to have troube ..."

Ameli: I look at you not satisfied by your answer. "Ahhh.. it's always the same with administrative people, I can't do it, it's not in my scope, you need to wait bla bla bla hear me out, you're here to solve problem, and if you don't want get a HUGE problem right now you will have to solve my problem and no I will not wait for a week" I get closer to the desk "And your little paperwork" I snatch some paperwork from your stack grab them firmly and rip them very slowly in front of your face "I couldn't care less" I toss the ripped paper at your face. "So here is what we will do, I get ready, I make my entrance, do a little promo so you have 15minutes to see with Madeleine and find me an opponent, anybody understood ? Great !" I say before leaving your office heading to the lockeroom to get ready.

Alexa_Fannings: I lean back against the cold wall of Madeleine's office, my legs completely giving out as I slide down onto the hard floor, burying my face in my hands. "What am I going to do?" I sob softly. Desperate, I pull out my phone to call Hana. My thumb hovers over her name. She was so kind to me, so empowering... but I can't drag her into this mess. I can't be a burden. I quickly lock the phone and press it against my chest, feeling entirely alone. "What the hell are you doing down on the floor?" Madeleine's sharp, piercing voice cuts through the room as she struts inside, sneering down at me. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am..." I stammer, wiping my face as I try to scramble to my feet. "It's just... we have a huge problem with Ameli. She’s demanding a match tonight, but every single active wrestler on the roster is already booked. I tried to explain that to her, but she wouldn't listen... she demanded an opponent right now." Madeleine doesn't even blink. "Good. Then go get ready to head to the ring, and get out of my sight, you useless dork." My heart violently hammers against my ribs, making me lightheaded. "B-But Ma'am... I'm not a wrestler! I'm an administrative assistant!" Madeleine steps directly into my personal space, her eyes narrowing into cold slits. "Ameli is a major investment for this promotion. If she wants to make an example out of someone, she gets to do it. So if she demands a match with *you*, she gets a match with you. Got it?" "But Ma'am... this isn't in my employment contract!" "If you want to keep your contract I suggest you get your pathetic ass out to that ring RIGHT NOW!" Panic completely consumes me. I flee to the back of the locker room, tears streaming down my face. I can't lose this job. I need the money for rent, for everything. With shaking hands, I strip down to my bra and tight trunks.

Alexa_Fannings: Seeing a spare box in the corner, I grab a pair of black knee pads and pull them on over my trembling legs, assuming it's the only protection I have. I drag my feet slowly down the dark hallway toward the gorilla position behind the red curtain. As I pass the production crew and stagehands, the entire staff stares at me in absolute shock and confusion.

Alexa_Fannings:

Ameli: While you're dealing with your new problem I'm getting ready for my match. I don't know who i'm about to face but I don't care. At first I wanted to be nice, it's my first big promotion after all but like they said you need to step up for yourslef or you ended up being... a part time administrative staff. So no more lavender gear, now it's black leather, bold look, bold attitude if I can't rule the worlds yet I will start with this federation ! And that's how I make my way to the ring. The crowd recognize me but directly notice the changement. I walk down the ramps my hips swinging left and right. I get in the ring and grab my mic. "Alright alright, ladies and gentleman, as nobody introduced me to you yet, let me do it myself. They called me the prodigy, they called me the next big thing but i'm more than that, being a prodigy isn't enough for me, and that's the big difference i'm born to be an Icon, a living legend and that's why I'm a generational talent. I'm good at the mic, i'm obviously stunning and you're about to see that i'm a beast between the ropes. SO... i talk with some people backstage... and.. if they don't messed up someone is about to make her entrance. I don't know who it will be, Mina ?" I wait to see the reaction "Misaki ?" I wait "Hana ?" "Sara ? Who know ? I don't care i'm ready for all of them so Bring it come on !" I shoot throwing the mic away. I lean toward the top ropes looking at the ramp waiting to see who will come to me

Alexa_Fannings: The stage technician pushes back the heavy red curtain, giving me a cold, unsympathetic shove. "You better go, girl." I step out under the blinding arena lights, walking down the entrance ramp like a sacrificial lamb heading straight to the slaughter. My feet are sweating, my knees are buckling, and I can barely breathe through my hyperventilating. Up in the stands, the fans instantly recognize me as the helpless intern from the office. A wave of mocking laughter and snickers ripples through the crowd, pointing and filming me on their phones. I awkwardly scramble up the steel steps, clumsily sliding under the bottom rope and practically tumbling onto the canvas in my sports bra, shorts, and oversized glasses. I scramble to my feet, trembling uncontrollably as I look up at you in your sleek black leather gear. I throw my hands up in front of my face, tears streaming down my cheeks as my voice cracks over the arena speakers. "P-Please... I beg you, I don't want to do this!" I plead, backing away until my shoulders hit the turnbuckle. "I'm not a wrestler! I just do the filing backstage! Please don't hurt me!" The arena noise shifts instantly as the reality of the situation dawns on the crowd. The snickering turns into a storm of furious boos.

Ameli: I look at you confused and burst in laugh. "Shit I didn't expect that hahahaha" I step back to my corner bent in two tears in my eyes. "Wow i'm sorry Alexa I should not but... come on.. what about your paperwork ?" I swipe the tears of laugh from my eyes. "Well not gonna lie, you earn my respect.... wait are you crying ?!" I look at you disapointed. "Are you really crying right now ? What about your dignity ? You have nothing no gut ?" I keep closer to you "you're not even that small, you could kick Misaki's ass but no you decide to cry a river it's. pathetic !" I say hurting your feeling on purpose. I grab your jaw in my right hand, pressing your cheeks with it "You choosed to be there, now you have to respect the ring understood ?" I say menacing. But then I notice the crowd turning on me. I look at them taking it personnaly "I'm sorry Alexa but it's their fault now !" Without any hesitation i raise my arms and lands the most brutal chop of the night my hands landing across your chest the smack echoes in the whole place

Alexa_Fannings:

Alexa_Fannings: The violent CRACK of your hand exploding across my bare chest reverberates through the entire Hammerstein Ballroom. "AAAAAAAH!" A high-pitched, desperate scream rips out of me as the sheer, agonizing sting instantly burns through my skin. I throw my hands up to my chest, doubling over in utter shock as my oversized glasses slide crookedly down the bridge of my nose. Tears overflow my eyes uncontrollably, streaming down my red, flushed cheeks. The heat radiating off my chest feels like hot iron pressing against my bare skin. My heart is pounding out of my chest, and my legs give out entirely, causing me to drop hard to my hands and knees on the canvas, sobbing hysterically and hyperventilating in sheer terror.

Alexa_Fannings:

Ameli: You drop on your knees next to me, I look down at you without the slightest mercy. The crowd is furious, the situation is unfair, they know it, we know it but I don't care, thoose people were not boing when I was the one traped in an unfair position. I kneel next to you, rubbing your hair "Listen, I could knock you out right away do the pin and we are done, but it would be useless, people know that you can't do a thing, so a simple vitcory would be sensless, so here is what we will do, your suplice will last until they stop boing me understood ? Great let's see what you got and remember it's their fault not mine, I just asked for a match !" I pull your hair and place your toso against my thighs. I slip my arm under your and place you in an abdominal strech. I keep pulling arching your side more and more, streching your abs, playing with your flexibility. But in fact i just want to expose your ribs for what's comming next. I close my fist, place my index knukle on your bones and start to push, harder and harder, pressing against the bones of your ribs, harder and harder. Itwist my fist rub it against and again and again.

Alexa_Fannings: The moment your knuckles press deep into my ribs, a jagged surge of pure agony shoots straight through my side. "AAAAAAGH! STOP! PLEASE, STOP!" I scream at the top of my lungs, a frantic, hysterical sound that cracks over the arena mics. The abdominal stretch is already twisting my torso past its limit, but the blunt, grinding pressure of your knuckle digging violently into my raw bone sends me into complete shock. "SOMEBODY HELP ME! REFEREE, PLEASE! MAKE HER STOP!" Tears flood my vision, blinding me as my legs thrash helplessly against the canvas. Every time you twist your fist into my chest, the pain worsens, making it impossible to expand my lungs. I clutch frantically at your wrists with shaking hands, completely powerless to break the hold, sobbing and hyperventilating in absolute agony as the crowd's furious roaring deafens the ring.

Ameli: I hold the submission, tighten my grip on you. I stop working on your ribs and just let you begging for helps. "She is noisy isn't she ?" I ask to the referee. Seeing she doesn't know what to do I continue. I put my hand over your mouth to make sure you can clearly hear me. "Don't worry, i'll make sure someone come to save your ass but for that... You will need to take more than an abdominal stretch !" I stand up with your body in my arms. I flip you updside down and block your head between my innerthighs. I place my arms over your legs and compress your body. I hold you there in a packaged pillerdriver position. The crowd get mad, even louder than you, I can't even hear your snobbing anymore. "Ref give me the mic !" I shoot. After a second she put the microphone close enough "This is a message for the whole lockeroom, I have sign to face the best of the best and that's what I got ? Let me be clear, I don't give a fuck about her health, this referee will not be able to stop me so you better do something before it's too late !" I scream before planting your head into the canvas without any hesitation.

Alexa_Fannings: You manipulate my fragile, terrified body like a ragdoll, completely ignoring every tear and desperate gasp for air. Before I can even regain my breath, you yank me upside down, trapping my head tightly between your inner thighs and folding my legs over my chest. "NO! NO, PLEASE! GOD, NO!" I scream in pure, unadulterated panic, my voice muffled and shaking violently as I find myself helpless, packaged upside down in a terrifying piledriver position. The blood rushes straight to my head, blinding me with sheer terror. I thrash my hands uselessly against your legs, but I have no strength, no leverage, and no way to escape. I am completely trapped, suspended in mid-air and staring down at the hard, exposed canvas beneath us. I hear the faint, muffled echo of your voice shouting into the mic over the deafening roars of the crowd, but the panic in my brain drowns out the words.

Ameli: I stay there, holding you for a second to make some suspense but I already took my decision, it's too late, you failed to find me an opponent, i'll make sure to have a real one after. I lift my left legs and.... *BOOOOOONK* plant your head into the ring. The referee and the public are in shock, the boos vanished into a heavy silence. i'm here, siting on your unconcious face holding your limp body in my arms. My laughter echoes in the room. Then, all of a sudden, I break the silence, sit up, and grab the hair on your unconscious body. With a precise movement, I pin you face-down to the canvas and climb onto your back. I slide my arms under yours, grab your face with both hands and pull as hard as I can on your jaw. I pull your head back, beding your neck already weakened by the Packaged Pillar Driver. Both your arms are trapped in my Burtalizer. The crowd’s anger turns to genuine fear. The referee comes over to check on you, but you don’t respond; she tugs at my arm, urging me to let you go, but it’s no use. I stare at the ramp with a killer’s gaze, my attention 100 per cent focused on it. All the noise from the crowd, the referee, or your muscles straining is just background noise to me. I keep pulling harder and harder no matter what.

Alexa_Fannings: My head slams violently into the canvas, and a sickening shockwave rattles through my skull before my world goes completely black. The terrifying scream in my throat dies instantly, cut short as my muscles go entirely limp. Blind, unconscious darkness takes over, but your relentless fury doesn't stop. You yank my helpless, deadweight body across the canvas, driving your knees into my spine, wrapping your arms under mine, and cranking my head violently backward into the hold. My neck, already crushed from the impact, is wrenched to its absolute limit. With no consciousness left to fight back, my body reacts purely on primal, broken instinct. My eyes roll all the way back into my head, revealing only the blank whites of my pupils. A involuntary, pathetic tremor twitches through my arms and legs, and a trail of white foam dribbles out from the corner of my mouth, running down my chin and staining the mat as you continue to pull without a single trace of mercy.

Hana_Jeong: I'm stuck in some cramped backstage room, posing for marketing photos to hype up my match with Lauren. The contract I signed over Avery's bloody chest had a clause forcing me to do this corporate publicity crap, so I'm playing along for now. I step out of the makeshift studio, wiping the sweat off my forehead, when two low-card girls hurry past me, whispering excitedly. "...man, that administrative dork is taking a absolute hell of a beating from Ameli right now." I lock onto them instantly. I reach out and grab one of the girls by her arm, yanking her back. "What the hell did you just say?" She flinches, stammering out that Alexa is currently stuck in a real match, getting torn apart by Noir's new hire, Ameli. Red flashes in my eyes. I don't give a damn about publicity clauses, Madeleine's orders, or corporate contracts. I let go of the girl's arm and break into a full sprint down the hallway, rushing straight toward the arena curtain.

Hana_Jeong:

Ameli: My plan is finally working : on the big screen, a camera is rushing backstage. I’m watching carefuly, just like the rest of the crowd. You’re running backstage, the cameraman’s struggling to keep up with you, but I can already feel the anticipation building in the crowd. I’m waiting… and you appears on the ramp, Hana Jeong herself is here just for me ! I don’t let go of Alexa just yet, though, insteead I use her a last time to taunt you, keeping one hand in her mouth to pull her head back, whilst gesturing to you with the other: “Come on, we’re having a great time here!”. Just as you reach the halfway point of the ramp, I finally let go of Alexa, letting her roll towards the ropes. I straighten up, hands on my knees, leaning forward, ready for you !

Alexa_Fannings: My completely unconscious body slumps limply onto the canvas the moment your brutal grip finally releases me. With no strength left in my neck, my head lolls heavily onto the mat, my chin resting in a pool of my own drool and sweat. My face is pale, my breathing shallow and ragged, each tiny gasp making my chest flutter weakly against the blood-stained canvas. As my limp body rolls uselessly toward the bottom ropes like a discarded doll, my arms lie lifelessly spread out beside me. My oversized glasses lie shattered a few feet away, and my fingers weakly twitch once a pathetic, involuntary reflex before going completely still, leaving me lying completely motionless at the side of the ring while the crowd roars around us.

Hana_Jeong: I sprint through the heavy red curtain, my boots slamming into the ramp as the arena erupts into a deafening roar. The crowd cheers like I'm their savior coming to put a stop to this madness. I leap onto the ring apron and slide smoothly under the bottom rope, scrambling straight to my feet without breaking stride. I charge directly at you, I duck under your guard, speeding past you and slamming my back into the far ropes. Using the momentum of the rebound, I shoot back across the canvas like a bullet. I leap high into the air, wrapping my ankles tightly around your neck to hook a lightning-fast running headscissors takedown, aiming to snap your body down hard onto the mat!

Ameli: I directly charge at you, not waisting time I lift my right arm and try to land a clothesline but "Hey!" you duck under my arm running in my back like a little bullet. I turn around but you're already here. "What ?!" Surprised I don't react right away and i find myself trapped into your legs. I grab your thighs trying to stay on my feet but with such a momentum it's just impossible. In a perfect headscissors takedown you toss me across the ring. I roll get under the ropes and land on my feet outside of the ring. THe crowd erupts. Frustrated I look around me "Are you kidding me ?! Alright ok... Hana you're done !" I step and jump on the appron but I don't get into the ring, instead i jump from it and step back. I grab a mic "Did you guys really though I was about to go for it ? haha no.. i'm not stupid, I jsut got a match and.. I already got what i was looking for tonight." The crowd boo louder and louder "You can yap but I don't care, it's all your fault, You pushed me to do this and Hana.. she came by herself, she didn't ask you, maybe she doesn't trust you don't you think ? Why even helping her then ? oh I know... you wanted to get the spotlights that's fine.. I undertand but if you want to share the ring you will have to wait, because from now, it's gonna be in my term understood ?!" I say walking across the crowd

Hana_Jeong: I glare at you with raw, unfiltered despise as you cowardly back away through the crowd. "Get the fuck out of here, you coward!" I scream at the top of my lungs without a mic, my voice booming across the arena over the deafening storm of boos. "That's enough!" How can anyone be so utterly cruel, beating a defenseless human being like this just to chase cheap spotlight? I turn around immediately, dropping my aggressive stance and rushing over to Alexa's lifeless body. My heart sinks seeing her pale face, the pool of drool, and her shattered glasses nearby. I kneel beside her and gently cradle her head, making sure not to jostle her severely strained neck. The referee nervously approaches, stammering an apology, but I snap my head around and check him with a furious stare. "You weren't able to prevent this madness, so get the hell away! I'll take care of her myself!" Carefully, I lift Alexa's limp, fragile body into my arms, keeping her spine aligned as best as I can. I slide her through the bottom ropes onto the apron, step out, and scoop her up into a protective princess carry. Holding her tightly against my chest, I carry her off the apron and stride up the ramp toward the backstage area, my eyes burning with absolute vengeance against Madeleine. I am sure she did this to trigger me.

Hana_Jeong:

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Hana_Jeong:

Ameli: I watch from the top of the arena, away from the crowd, with a slight smile playing on my lips. I don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes, but it certainly looks as though I’m going to cross paths with Hana again very soon. And sure enough, I was right: as I was making my way backstage, I received a text from Madelaines congratulating me and thanking me for what I’d done, to which I replied that I was just doing my job and that if she was so pleased with it, she’d be better off paying me a bonus and booking me for a next match. When I got out of the shower, I got what I wanted: the bonus had indeed been paid into my account and, most importantly, my next target had been chosen… Marie Claire.