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NEW TITLE MATCH: Lose or Lose - Part Three
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
As I walk up the ramp, the crowd cheers loudly .. yes this is Noir extreme wrestling and you are having a No hold barred I quit match so it's all technically speaking "legal" .. but there is an uneasy tension around the arena that seemed to lead to a cathartic uproar when I my music hit and I showed up .. but you are less than enthusiastic to see me as you start screaming like a banshee .. I see that you are too far gone to even notice that Mina is already out and the "I Quit" that you seek so desperately is now beyond your grasp . but I realize that the girl's life is in real danger as blood is seeping down her neck making her top crimson red ... and if I spend more time trying to reason with you, it maybe too late for her .. so I walk at a faster pace till I reach the ring throwing the mic below the bottom rope .. then with agility and grace, I jump between the bottom and middle ropes then roll on the canvass and stand up immediately turning to face Sara.
Sara León
As soon as I see that you're not stopping and that you're actually going to get into the ring, I mutter a curse and finally let go of Mina with a clumsy shove that ends up tearing even more superficial skin from us. I throw her aside as I try to get the barbed wire off my arms, and when I finally manage it, I'm on my knees just a short distance away from your imposing figure standing over me. The exhaustion from the match and the blood loss have left me completely dizzy, and I have to blink three times before I can properly focus on you. "Get... Out of the ring..." I demand between gasps, starting to laboriously push myself back to my feet and positioning myself between you and Mina. "She's mine... I have to finish the match... You know I have to do it... You can't be here..."
Mina Anderson
I'm shoved, rolling onto my front with arms and legs splayed in a star shape. Thankfully blissfully ignorant even to the pitter patter pin pricks nestled into my body. A keen eye might notice the shift and lift of my shoulders, or the feint movement from my pancaked chest that shows I'm still breathing. But I'm long out of the fight and oblivious to the new confrontation...
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
I look at you with anticipation as you get to your feet slowly , telling me to get out of the ring "Are you so blinded by fear and rage that you can't actually see" I say with a voice that is filled with disappointment .. a one that is so different from the voice you heard in our previous encounter .. then I take a step closer to you till we are nearly chest to chest then I put my hand on your bloody face and look into your eyes "I wonder why do you have to do this .. Did she actually see something in you that I was too blind—or too unwilling—to see" I say as I gaze into your confused eyes as I am trying to pierce into your soul.
Sara León
Your words, laden with that mesmerizing Arabic accent, leave me frozen in sheer confusion once again. I keep blinking, expecting you to suddenly vanish from my sight as though you'd only been a vision. My arms and the palms of my hands are soaked in blood, but I'm not even aware of it anymore. Then you take a step toward me, and I instinctively back away slightly, until you place your hand on my face... And I go completely still, still unable to react to your intimidating presence. However, I can't understand what your question is supposed to mean. All I know is that you're holding me up, and my need to get back to the match makes me knock your hand away from my face and slap you across the cheek with my bloody hand. "I told you to GET OUT of MY ring!!" I snap aggressively at you, before planting both hands on your shoulders and trying to shove you away with what little strength I have left
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
When I put my hand on your face, you stare back at me with an empty gaze .. your eyes look almost unhuman like a rabid dog that needs to be put down .. the arena was quiet with anticipation before you slapped me hard on my cheek with the sound echoing loud and the crowding gasping .. the blood on your hand is now marking my face as my eyes stare at you in disbelief ... then you try to shove me away but your strength fails you as you only manage to push me few steps behind .. the look of surprise on my face turns into pure anger as I raise my right leg off the ground bringing my knee closer to my chest then kick forward hard aiming my foot at your midsection while releasing a primal scream "HRAAAAAAAAH!".. if that kick connects as I plan, I will follow it up by jumping a little off the canvass and aiming my left knee towards your nose as you are a little bent forward.
Sara León
"UUUNNNGGGGGHHHH!!" Your boot sinks into my abdomen with the fresh, raw power you brought into the ring, while my weakened and exhausted body gives way almost instantly. The air vanishes from my lungs and the pain reverberates throughout my entire body, making me bend almost 90 degrees forward, my arms wrapping around my stomach as my trembling legs take a small step backward. But the kick isn't just a response to my insolence... It's only the beginning of your attack, so as soon as my face is parallel to the canvas, I see your knee shooting up toward me at full speed, and—TTHHHUUDDDD!!—it SLAMS hard into my face, snapping my entire body back upright, blood flying from my nose and mouth and leaving me standing completely straight for a brief instant before I try to stagger backward and collapse onto my jelly-like legs, sending me falling sideways onto the canvas, my arms braced against it and one hand clutching my face as I stare at you in terror, completely drenched in sweat and blood, and begin crawling backward toward Mina. "Don't... you dare... I have... I have to prove it to her... I have to prove it to all of you... I still can... I can still be the champion..."
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
I watch you with utter disbelief as you crawl back towards Mina even after my assault on your torso and face .. you're like a possessed girl from a horror movie with only one idea on your mind and disregarding anything else including your own well being .. I move behind you while you are crawling and raise my right foot high up then bring it down with full force on your back stomping you "Look at what you've turned out to be" I say with a disgruntled disillusioned tone .. I move ahead of you and turn Mina on her back closely seeing the amount of torture you inflicted on her face and body .. blood is seeping from her face and neck while her breathing is very weak .. I then return and I sit on your back grabbing each of your arms and hooking them on my knees then I reach forward grabbing your chin and pulling back locking in the camel clutch torturing your already battered neck and back .. while also forcing you to look upon the battered bloody body of Mina.. "Can't you see how far you've fallen .. torturing a girl to within an inch of her life .. if you have to descend to this madness to stay champion, then you were never a true champion .. you are just a thug with a belt". I am also forcing you to watch the faces of the crowd for the first time during the match as they look at you with disgust .. unable to fathom how the champion they cheered for a long time turned out to be a villain all along.
Sara León
"Aaaagghhh!!!" Your stomp leaves me flat against the canvas, writhing and reeling through a disorienting haze, still muttering to myself like a mantra: "I have to win... I have to do it... You can't stop me... I have to win..." But then I feel your full weight on my back, covered in scratches from the thumbtacks, and I groan as you drape my completely battered and weakened arms over your thighs. "LET ME GO!! ENOUGH!!" I scream at you desperately, until I feel your soft hands gripping my chin and—"WAAAAGGHHH!!"—YANKING it upward into a painful camel clutch. My entire body trembles from the pressure, frustration, and helplessness. I'm no match for you, not in this state. My eyes lock onto Mina's body, and then your words finally begin to sink in. The blindfold falls from my eyes, and I can see that Mina hasn't truly been in this match for a long time. I can see how far I've gone. My mind races back through the entire match, unable to pinpoint the moment when I became so obsessed with the belt and with winning that I let myself be blinded by my own sadism
The crowd begins to boo me, and for the first time, I hear them. They've been doing it for a long time, but I wasn't listening. The crushing reality comes crashing down on me as my eyes fill with tears. Mina's words resurface in my mind more powerfully than ever. "I win..." The memory of that moment backstage when Mina told me that I'd have to choose between letting go of the crushing burden of my title or showing everyone who I really was. And suddenly, the truth is right there before my eyes... raw, cold, brutal. Not only has Mina defeated me in her psychological gamble... I didn't even manage to make her say "I Quit." I haven't even won the match. The weight of my colossal failure crushes me as I feel the color drain from my face and my breath leave me, completely exposed to the judgment of a crowd that has turned its back on me and to the broken figure of my greatest rival. Mina has offered her body as the cruel canvas upon which I painted my own failure. My heart rises into my throat as I begin to choke on sheer anxiety, the pain in my neck and back making me tremble, until I finally manage to whisper: "What... have I done..."
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
Maybe the crowd didn't hear your whisper but I heard it clearly .. the sound of reality and realization of what you've done all piling up on you in moments .. I can feel your body tremble in my hold as you look at the crowd with tearful eyes "What you've done Sara is beyond words .. its something that you will have to live with .. forever" I say as I slowly release you and pin your head down on the canvass with my hand before I stand up and walk towards the ropes leaving you behind .. I open my hand towards the announcing table and they immediately understand what I want .. as if literally everyone in the building is united against you .. against the person you've turned out to be .. Someone hands me the title belt as I walk back towards you and throw the belt on the canvass in front of you.. "You've lost everything that made you special in one night Sara.. This piece of metal is all you're worth right now". I say with a cold detached voice .. a voice of someone who believed in you only to see you betray everything you once stood for..
Sara León
“What I’ve done...?” My mind races back through my career. What I did to Mina in our first encounter, what I did to Naya... Hell, what I did to my best friend, Hana... The boos from the Stardom crowd during my time as champion, after I nearly destroyed the life of the woman I considered my sister, echo through my head and blend with the boos from the NEW crowd. It’s not what I’ve become, it’s what I am and what I’ve tried to hide. It’s what Mina wanted. You release me, drawing a groan from me as you press my head against the canvas before walking away. My hand reaches out and grabs Mina’s, my trembling fingers intertwining with hers, feeling no energy in them. “You were right” is a thought that disgusts me so much that I can’t bring myself to say it out loud. Hatred mixes with fear, sorrow, and my overwhelming inferiority complex as I watch the fallen angel still breathing, unconscious. An explosion of conflicting emotions washes over me as I squeeze her hand before letting go and starting to push myself up onto my knees, only to see you throw the N.E.W. title belt down in front of me. Your words pierce through me like a perfectly aimed spear, and I lower my gaze to the belt. I caress it, smearing it with my blood in a grim metaphor. My eyes fill with tears again as I look back up, this time filled with hatred toward you. “This... is your fault too...” I manage to say through gritted teeth, beginning to get back to my feet before throwing myself at you, completely dazed, with a furious scream, ducking down and trying to drive my shoulder into your stomach and take you down with a spear
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
The way you reacted after my words weren't any surprise to me .. after all, a cornered animal always lashes out and can still be dangerous .. Your hateful eyes and your venomous words show how delusional you are trying to shift the blame on someone else and find a new scapegoat for your own insecurities.. I watch you duck down and immediately know what's coming next.. if you were at your best, your ferocity and explosiveness would have made that spear almost impossible to defend against .. but you are far from your best after all what your body has been through this night .. I take a step back the moment you duck and take advantage of the fact that you're much slower than usual.. when you get a little closer, I jump forward raising my right knee up, putting all my fresh energy and agility into a perfectly executed flying knee strike, aiming at your face while you are driving towards, hoping that your momentum added to mine would make this even more devastating.
Sara León
I don't even see it coming. Your knee SLAMS into my face in a collision of speed, turning my vision completely white for two seconds and snapping my head back, my wet hair flying behind me. My own inertia, my forward momentum, sends me falling face-first toward the mat, my arms barely stopping me from landing completely flat and leaving me on all fours, blood pouring from my nose. I shake my head as I spit blood to the side and run my tongue over my teeth, blinking between ragged gasps and only able to see your boots in my field of vision, realizing that, somehow, I'm back on my knees in front of you
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
You land on your knees right in front of me, bleeding from your nose on my boots .. right now many emotions boil inside me towards you .. disappointment, pity, resentment but most of all anger .. In our last encounter, I saw inside you that sadistic side but I thought you were always be able to keep it in check .. after all, there is darkness inside all of us .. but I chose to believe in you and even endorsed you as a worthy champion at the end .. but you disappointed me and everyone by unveiling your true nature today .. which makes me very very angry .. When you charged towards me trying that failed spear, the belt landed close next to us .. I reach and grab it then throw at my feet in front of you saying "You can point fingers at me or Mina or anyone you want, Sara .. but now everyone can see that the problem has always been you .. you had lots of people rooting for you .. now you are all alone with that blood stained belt that you don't even deserve" .. I then grab you by the hair and unleash a hard right elbow strike on your back .. then push your head between my thighs and underhook both of your arms under mine forcing you to look at the belt underneath us both.
Sara León
As soon as you throw the N.E.W. Championship belt in front of me, it is immediately stained by the blood dripping from the tip of my nose. I watch as that belt, which I have spent months putting so much effort into honoring and defending, is dyed a dishonorable red while I listen to your relentless judgment of me, my head hanging low, my damp hair falling like curtains on either side of my face. Then I feel your hand in my hair and "AGH!!" Your elbow drives into my back, making my entire body collapse except for my head, which is left hanging from your grip, my bloody, slippery hands unsuccessfully trying to cling to your forearm to relieve the pressure. But it's useless, as I quickly feel you yank me brutally upward and forward until I feel your thighs squeezing my head from both sides. My slippery arms are immediately trapped between yours behind my back in an uncomfortable and humiliating position, while I stare in utter helplessness at my belt on the mat, directly in my line of sight, becoming more stained with blood, drop by drop, and tear by tear. The weight of the situation hits me. You came into the ring to stop me, not to humiliate me or show off. The only thing that could have given me any comfort on this disastrous night would have been being able to proudly raise the belt over my head despite the boos, but my obsession and stubbornness have led me to this ritual of humiliation, where I'm going to end up losing the crowd, losing my status, failing to make Mina submit, and getting crushed in the ring by an outside force, defeated in every possible way, with the belt becoming more an object of mockery and contempt than a symbol of victory. I close my eyes without saying a word, feeling my strength leave me
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
I squeeze your head between my thighs while painfully underhooking your arms .. I can feel your will to fight back is all but gone and you are now resigned to your inevitable fate .. maybe a part of you knows that this is a fair punishment to all the terrible things you've done tonight .. I take a deep breath and while still having your head trapped, I jump as high as I can elevating your body with me then allowing myself to fall to my knees while keeping your arms underhooked till the end, executing a perfect underhook facebuster (pedigree) trying to slam your face with full force and with the weight of both of our bodies into the title belt beneath us .. the thing you coveted the most will end up being your own destruction.
Sara León
-BOOOOOOOOMMM!!- My body hangs suspended in the air for an instant, before my face SLAMS hard directly onto the championship belt, triggering an explosion of cheers throughout the Hammerstein as I take a perfect pedigree that leaves me completely dazed. I lie face-down on the canvas, my face pressed against the engravings on the title, so stained with my own blood that it's unrecognizable, my head still between your thighs and my boots brushing against Mina's unconscious body behind me. I keep breathing steadily, which keeps me conscious as I lie there completely defeated by myself while the crowd revels in it
Erin The Egyptian Warrior
I stay on my knees for a moment with your head between my thighs watching your blood pour on the title belt while hearing the crowd cheering the public humiliation of their own villainous champion .. I slowly stand up and put my boot on the back of your head pinning against the belt without saying anything .. this picture alone will speak more than a thousand words .. I was here to try to save what is remaining of your soul but failed to do that .. so the least I can do is try to save the girl that you tortured till near death .. I walk to Mina and carry her on my arms .. she is still unconscious with her blood dripping as I carry her .. The lights in the arena go dark for a few seconds with the crowd gasping in surprise .. then when the lights are back, I am already up the ramp near the exit.. I look back to the ring seeing you for one last time still lying motionless with your face on the belt .. but I don't feel any joy or sense of victory in what just happened .. instead I have a look of sadness and feeling of melancholy.. it could be because the invisible bond we once briefly shared is shattered forever or maybe it's due to something dark I sensed in both of our futures .. only time will tell .. I finally look away from you and go backstage to deliver Mina to the paramedics who will definitely have to rush her to the nearest hospital after what was done to her by the beast she helped unleash.
Published: 8 days ago, viewed 72 times.
Mia Rosewood
3 days agoSuch a good match! Read through all the parts and loved every second. Wonderful job!
Sara León
16 hours ago(In reply to this)
That's a huge compliment coming from you, thank you so much, Mia!!
Hana Jeong
7 days agoI want to congratulate you guys for the match. It's clearly one of the best stories taken place in Noir. I love the idea around Noir's championship: it represents a complex metaphor for my sister's self-doubt and fear compelling her to slip into extreme aggression to preserve her champion. Also I loved Mina striping away Sara's defenses to force a reckoning with her own inner darkness... only for Erin to shatter the illusion at the absolute breaking point. This is genuine psychological deconstruction. Congratulations, I love Noir because of you guys.
Sara León
16 hours ago(In reply to this)
None of this would have been possible if you hadn't created this environment, so thank you 😘
Sara León
7 days agoPrevious Part 1: https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/90877
Previous Part 2: https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/90916