NEW - NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING

Avery_Breaux: I feel like complete garbage. After the brutal beating Hana gave me, everyone labeled me as the ultimate jobber of NEW. Lauren even blocked my number, and now the entire locker room treats me like an easy win. But then Sara Leon said she could defend her title against me with one hand tied behind her back and wrap it up in four minutes. So, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I march straight to the ring with a mic. The crowd drowns me in boos, but I just look at the red curtain and shout: "Sara Leon! You said you could beat me with one hand tied behind your back! So prove it! Come out here and let’s see if you’re woman enough to cash the checks your mouth is writing!" Everyone is booing my opportunism and cowardice.

Sara_León: I'm in the locker room, letting some staff members fasten a special belt around my waist, while I let them secure my left hand in a strap attached behind the belt. Despite having issued the challenge with absolute certainty, when I feel it tighten around my wrist, for a moment I wonder whether I might have run my mouth a little too much. Then I hear your challenge over the microphone, and that slight knot in my stomach disappears. Not only have you been talking shit about me these past few days, but you've also been working with the person who nearly ruined my best friend's life. So I tug my arm to make sure it's firmly secured behind my back and get ready to head out. I grab the NEW title and walk through the curtain with dignity and a hint of mockery in my eyes, a slight smile appearing as I let the crowd applaud me. I know my self-confidence is my greatest weapon against you, so I hop onto the ring apron and slip between the ropes, making sure not to lose my balance even for a moment, trying to make it look effortless even with my arm restrained. I move to the center of the ring and raise the title above my head, deliberately turning my back on you, knowing that's how you attacked Hana, and waiting to see just how far your cowardice goes, while the crowd continues to applaud me

Sara_León:

Avery_Breaux:

Avery_Breaux: I watch you strut into the ring, soaking in the cheers like you're some kind of untouchable saint. A bitter wave of envy burns in my gut. Just like Hana, you’ve got the whole worldcheering you, while I’m the one left mocked, broken, and treated like trash. You think you're clever, but I saw that tiny hesitation when you stepped through the ropes. I know you never actually expected to be called out on your arrogant mouth. You stand there in the center of the ring, raising that belt high and turning your back on me like I'm not even a threat. You think you're mocking me? You think I'm just going to stand here and take it? A nasty smile spreads across my face. The second your back is turned to me, I drop my mic, throw my head back, and sprint across the canvas attempting to drive a heavy, desperate forearm smash straight into the back of your head.

Avery_Breaux:

Sara_León: As soon as I hear your first step, I realize just how predictable you are. Using the same tactic twice in a row and expecting to catch me by surprise goes beyond naivety. However, my reaction time is limited, so I hold my breath as I raise one leg and rotate my hip, thrusting my boot backward with force and hoping to drive it into your stomach with a mule kick!

Avery_Breaux: I hear the faint rustle of your boots on the canvas, but my momentum is already carrying me forward and I run straight into your blind counter. Your boot drives violently into my solar plexus with the sickening force of a mule kick. "UGH!" The air blows out of my lungs in a sharp gasp. I instinctively launch off the mat, my body violently curling upward into a mid-air arch as my hands desperately clutch at my ruptured core. I crash hard onto my knees, doubling over completely and gasping for air while wrapping both arms tight around my stomach "UUUGGHHHH..."

Sara_León: The crowd screams, warning me of your attack too late, and gasps in surprise at the outcome. The bell rings immediately, starting the 4 minutes in which I've promised to defeat you. I hand the N.E.W. title to the referee and turn around, only to see you on your knees clutching your stomach. I have no intention of humiliating or mocking you; I just want you to experience my attacks as if they were a steamroller. I position myself in front of you, slightly turned to the side, and start throwing kicks at your chest, trying to smash my instep into your torso as the crowd begins counting the strikes

Avery_Breaux: Each of your kicks lands like a cracked whip directly across my chest, sending sharp, stinging agony straight through my torso. The crowd chants loudly with every blow 1... 2... 3... 4... 5! On that fifth brutal strike, the impact completely snaps my posture. My eyes roll back, and I collapse awkwardly backward, landing hard on my back while my legs remain folded beneath my knees in a painful, contorted heap.

Avery_Breaux:

Sara_León: The crowd cheers when my fifth kick finally knocks you down, and I raise my free hand, giving the fans a brief second of glory before crouching back down toward you, reaching out and closing my fingers around your platinum-blond scalp at the nape of your neck. "Get up, Avery, I need to finish this quickly..." I whisper dryly to you as I yank hard on your head with just one arm, flexing my bicep and lifting you off the mat until you're back on your knees, while I begin dragging you across the mat, gritting my teeth and heading toward a corner. Upon reaching it, I try to slam your face violently straight into the middle turnbuckle

Avery_Breaux: A pitiful groan escapes my throat as your hand tightens violently in my platinum hair "Faaaaaack.." I'm practically helpless, forced to stumble back onto my knees as you hoist me up by the nape of my neck using sheer bicep strength. My hands frantically clutch at your wrist, trying to ease the unbearable tension on my scalp, but you drag my dazed, aching body across the canvas without a second thought. "Ugh... aah!" Before I can even plant my boots to brace myself, you sling my head forward, smashing my face violently against the turnbuckle. The impact rattles my skull, sending a dizzying shockwave straight through my jaw. Dazed and reeling from the impact, I stumble backward and spin around to face you. Tears spring to my eyes as I press both hands tightly over my throbbing, bruised face, gasping for air while trying to clear the haze in my vision. I stagger helplessly in the corner, totally exposed as you keep the relentless pressure on.

Sara_León: Seeing you staggering in front of me, I crouch down slightly and launch myself at you like a missile without a second thought, trying to drive my shoulder into your defined abs with a spear. I try to slam you back-first into the corner with all my strength, as if I were trying to tear straight through your midsection!

Avery_Breaux: "ARRRRGHHHHHH!" The wind is violently smashed out of my lungs as your shoulder detonates straight into my core. My defined abs do absolutely nothing to cushion the impact against your raw power you almost break me completely in two. My body folds like a lawn chair right over your back as you pin me forcefully against the turnbuckles. I hang there limply, draped over your shoulder, gasping and wheezing frantically as I struggle to draw even a single breath.

Sara_León: I take my time staying in this position, driving and grinding my shoulder into your abdomen as I glance sideways at how long we've been fighting and purse my lips. I back up a little only to charge at you again with an explosive roar: "RAAAAHHHH!!!", and this time I try not to give you even a moment to breathe, backing up again and attacking once more, looking to destroy your midsection with my shoulder and completely drain your energy, feeling my bound hand instinctively struggling to escape it's prison, but determined to finish you off as quickly as possible

Avery_Breaux: "URRRRSHHHHHH!" The relentless shoulder thrusts drive all the air from my body, the force hitting with such sickening impact that I pathetically spray drool into the air. My strength completely drains away as you hammer my midsection again and again. I collapse limply over your back, my head hanging down and my arms dangling uselessly at my sides like a ragdoll while you crush me against the corner.

Sara_León: When I finally finish, I feel you completely slumped over me and decide to try my luck. With my free hand, I grab your right wrist and pull it over the back of my neck, while at the same time I begin moving away from the corner and trap your head with my right arm, wrapping it around your neck and keeping your cheek pressed firmly against my side, pulling you along as I back up and forcing you to barely stay on your feet as I guide you toward the center of the ring. I stay there for a moment, with one hand behind my back and the other trapping your head, posing for the crowd as the minutes keep ticking by on the giant screen, and then... My entire body snaps backward as I throw my legs forward, looking to kick your ankles and make you lose your balance while taking your head down with me as I fall, trying to brutally drive your skull into the canvas with a DDT

Avery_Breaux: I stumble along like a lifeless puppet, my head trapped tightly against your side while the crowd cheers. I can barely keep my boots under me as you parade my dazed, bloody body around the center of the ring. Then BOOM! You kick my ankles out and snap backward with terrifying force. I sell the DDT like a absolute jobber: instead of just taking the hit, my body violently spikes straight upside down on top of my head, driver-style. The sickening impact rattles through the canvas, and my momentum sends me flipping all the way over onto my back. I hit the mat, bouncing off the canvas like a ragdoll. My legs fold awkwardly over my chest, my eyes roll back into my head, and a pathetic, wet gasp escapes my open mouth. I lie completely spread-eagled and motionless in the middle of the ring, looking totally ruined, broken, and helpless.

Sara_León: I get to my feet with a quick movement, not wanting to show even the slightest hint of fatigue, although I'm a little short of breath. I move toward you and hook one of your legs over your chest with my free arm, while letting the other collapse back into its natural position. Then I plant one knee on your chest, close to your throat, in a dominant pin that makes the referee quickly move in and slap the canvas with his hand: "ONE!!!.... TWO!!!...." I look toward the giant timer, which reads 3min and 15sec, as the crowd counts along with the referee

Avery_Breaux: THREE! DING! DING! DING! The ref’s hand slaps the canvas for the final time, and the entire Hammerstein Ballroom crowd roars the three-count in unison with the timer stopping at just over three minutes. I lie there completely unconscious, spread-eagled in the center of the ring, drooling from my open mouth and utterly broken. Just like before, the referee could have counted to a hundred. I am totally knocked the fuck out, left as nothing more than a humiliated jobber.

Avery_Breaux:

Sara_León: I let go of your leg and plant my hand on your face, giving it a contemptuous shove as I get to my feet and let the referee raise my hand, but I immediately ask her to untie my left hand while a staff member climbs into the ring with the title and the announcer's voice echoes throughout the Hammerstein... "AND THE WINNER!! AND STIIIIILL!! NOIR EXTREME WRESTLING CHAMPIOOON!! SARAAAAAA!! LEOOOOOOON!!!" Then I grab the title and walk over to the ropes, leaning against them and raising it with a steely gaze, the huge timer behind me reading 3:20, having kept my word and, in the process, managed to humiliate you after your trash talk and your alliance with Lauren

Sara_León:

Avery_Breaux:

Avery_Breaux: I slowly, pathetically roll across the canvas toward the apron, completely out of it and barely even aware of where I am. As your music blares and the crowd goes wild for your quick victory, I drag my broken body under the bottom rope and slump onto the apron. Blood, sweat, and drool stick to my face as tears burn in my eyes. The humiliation is overwhelming. Right now, I don't care about Lauren, I don't care about NOIR, and I don't care about making a name for myself. All I want is to disappear, quit everything, and go back home to New Orleans.

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