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Reverotti: It's time for me to make my entrance as I'm the first one out! My music hits as "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand starts playing. I make my way down the ramp as the announcer does his job. "At 5'11 and 160 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, REV!" I have just a pair of black gym shorts and wrestling boots as I slide into the ring with a smirk on my face. I've heard quite a bit about Hana. The lovable babyface, who's already made her mark with two impressive wins. However, today, I'm going to make sure her win streak stops here, one way or another. I get up on the turnbuckle, flexing for the crowd as I look right at the ramp, waiting for my opponent to make her entrance...

Reverotti:

Hana_Jeong: The lights dim as “Don't Wait” by Mapei hits the speakers, my theme blasting through the arena. I step out onto the stage in my light blue spandex trunks, yellow bra, and white knee pads and kickpads, trying to ignore the weight in my chest. "FROM BUSAN, SOUTH KOREA... HANA JEONG". The crowd cheers for me — the underdog, the so-called sweetheart of OPCW— but deep down, I can already feel the tension. I take a deep breath, slap both my knees twice, and jog down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way. My eyes lock on Rev standing in the ring, that smug smirk already waiting for me. He’s taller, heavier, and clearly ready to make a statement at my expense. Still, I slide under the bottom rope and spring to my feet, raising a fist for the crowd, trying to keep my confidence up even as my stomach tightens. My heart races.

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Reverotti: The crowd is already into this "sweetheart" of OPCW, cheering and singing along with her theme music. But the smirk never leaves my face as I get down from the turnbuckle, heading to my corner and just watching her whole routine. I'm taller and bigger than she is, but I've made that mistake before. No matter how much of a physical advantage I have, it's never a good idea to underestimate my opponent. And I have no intention of doing that. Before the bell rings, I walk over to you, extending my hand for a handshake. "Good luck, Hana. Because your little win streak? That ends tonight."

Hana_Jeong: My stomach tightens the second I see him step off the turnbuckle — that calm, confident look in his eyes makes the crowd noise fade into a hum in my ears. The lights feel hotter, the air heavier. I swallow hard and wipe my palms on my thighs, trying to shake the nerves, but my heart’s already pounding too fast. When he walks up and offers his hand, my instincts scream don’t trust it. Still, I force a small, polite smile and slowly extend my own hand. “Th-thanks… good luck to you too,” I murmur, my voice almost lost under the noise. Up close, he feels even bigger; I can see every inch of muscle under those black gym shorts. My fingers barely close around his hand before a chill shoots up my spine — I know, deep down, something bad’s about to happen. I take a slow step back toward my corner, eyes darting to the ref, my breathing shaky. The bell hasn’t even rung yet, but my gut tells me tonight’s going to hurt.

Reverotti: As I extended my hand, I could see the expression on your face clear as day. It was a look of nervousness. Fear. Like a prey that just realized they entered the ring with a predator. I just nodded back at her as I slowly waltzed over back to my corner, doing a quick stretch and bouncing on my feet. This is the Hana that's undefeated in her first two matches? This might be a easier matchup than I thought...

Hana_Jeong: My throat feels tight as I watch him back off to his corner. Every movement he makes looks so relaxed, so effortless — like he already knows how this is going to end. I can feel the tremor in my own hands, my fingers tugging nervously at the tape around my wrists. I try to steady my breathing, forcing myself to look confident, but the pounding in my chest betrays me. He’s right, I think, biting my lip. I’m nervous. I can feel it all over my body. Still, I take one step forward, then another, raising my fists and trying to look ready. My light blue gear almost gleams under the arena lights, but I can’t shake that feeling — like I’m walking right into a storm. “Alright, Hana… just focus,” I whisper to myself, barely audible. But as the bell rings, the only thing I can feel is dread crawling up my spine

Reverotti: The differences in our attitudes and demeanor were night and day. On one end, you had me, confident as can be. I cracked my knuckles, throwing a few practice punches in the air. In the other corner, there was you. Your eyes darting everywhere. Your fingers twiddling, finding something to do. Your body language was betraying you. Finally, the bell rings as I slowly walked forwards, pointing right at you. "Come on, let's go." My palm opened up as I beckoned you to come forth, trying to instigate you into making the first move!

Hana_Jeong: The bell’s sound echoes in my chest like a warning. My legs feel heavy, but I force them to move, one cautious step at a time. He’s standing there — calm, confident — cracking his knuckles like he’s already warming up for what comes after I fall. I swallow hard, my hands trembling slightly as I raise them. The crowd chants my name, but it sounds distant, muffled. My mind’s racing — Do I charge in? Do I wait? He points straight at me, that smirk pulling at his lips. “Come on, let’s go.” I take a shaky breath, slap my thighs once to psych myself up, and circle him slowly. My boots scrape against the canvas. Finally, I dart forward, throwing a quick collar-and-elbow tie-up — not out of confidence, but out of fear of freezing completely. I can already feel his strength the moment our arms connect, his grip swallowing mine like iron.

Reverotti: The crowd is eager to see this match get underway as we start to circle around each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. But finally, you go for the collar-and-elbow tie up to start this match off right. As we connect, I grab onto you tight, making sure to not let you go at all! Your grip on the other hand was also tight, but not as much as mine. It was time for me to already show off my strength as I started pushing against you, hoping to push you all the way back to your corner!

Hana_Jeong: The moment our arms lock, I feel it — his strength surging through the tie-up like a wave. My wrestling shoes skid an inch, then another, my muscles straining as I try to hold my ground. My breath comes in short bursts; every step I take feels like I’m sinking in quicksand. He’s not just holding me — he’s driving me, forcing me backward inch by inch until my spine hits the turnbuckles with a dull thud. I wince, my fingers still clinging stubbornly to his shoulders, more out of pride than power.

Reverotti: My strength was overwhelming you, step by step, push by push. The progress was slow as you still kept trying your hardest to push back. But, I kept moving forward until I manage to push you all the way into the corner that you started in. "Not the brightest idea to test me, Hana." I still feel your fingers clinging to my shoulders as I let go, lowering my body so I can ram my shoulder into your midsection!

Hana_Jeong: I gasp as my back hits the turnbuckles hard, the impact sending a jolt through my spine. My fingers stay hooked on his shoulders out of pure reflex, knuckles white, but his words hit just as sharply. Before I can even react, he drops low, and suddenly his shoulder drives deep into my stomach. WHUMP! The air rushes out of me in a painful gasp, my body folding around his shoulder. My knees buckle, and my hands clutch instinctively at the top ropes just to stay upright. I can barely draw in a breath, my mouth open as I wheeze for air, my body twitching from the hit. The crowd’s cheers fade into a blur — right now, all I can hear is the pounding of my heartbeat and his breath close against me, knowing the punishment has only just begun.

Reverotti: I can hear all the air instantly escape your lungs as my shoulder drives deep into your midsection, causing you to fold around me. I pull back just to inspect my works, watching you struggle already. "Did that hurt? Here, let me try it again." I lower my shoulder again, aiming right for the impact spot again. And again. And again. I drive my shoulder in a total of three more times, keeping it in there for the last one just to really make it sink in for you.

Hana_Jeong: The last tackle drives through me so deep that my body folds over his back, my head dropping forward as I gasp and cough for air and spray drool from my mouth. My arms hang limp over his shoulders; I can feel every breath shuddering out of me. The crowd’s roar feels miles away. My vision blurs, my ribs ache, and I can barely keep myself from sliding down the turnbuckles.

Reverotti: I wait a few moments, keeping my shoulder in as I feel something wet spray across my back. When I stand back up, that's when I notice a little bit of drool on the corner of your mouth. There's a little chuckle from me as I use my thumb to help wipe off that bit of drool, with the biggest smile you've ever seen. "They do say I leave the ladies' mouth watering when they see me. Do you want to take a break? Hmm..." I place my hand underneath my chin, pretending to be deep in thought for a bit. "How about... no?" I raise my palm high up before I sent a thundering chop right across your chest!

Hana_Jeong: The sound of his hand slamming against my chest cracks through the arena like a gunshot. I jolt back against the corner, clutching at the sting spreading across my skin. My whole body arches from the impact, a ragged cry tearing out of me before I can stop it. The crowd reacts instantly, half of them wincing, half of them shouting “Wooo!” at the echo. I double over slightly, trying to cover my chest with one arm, gasping as the burn lingers, eyes watering from the shock of it. "OH FUCKKKK...."

Reverotti: I do a quick "Woo!" with the crowd, giving them a little curtsy as well. Meanwhile, you're clearly enjoying it from the looks of it as you've leaned forward and holding your chest. "Ok, out of the corner you come." I pull you towards the center of the ring, keeping you doubled over. I tuck your head underneath my arm, throwing your arm over my head as I move to lift you up for a suplex! Not to slam you down quite yet, but to keep you high in the air to show off my strength!

Hana_Jeong: My chest is still burning from the chop when he grabs me by the arm and drags me out of the corner. I’m bent forward, barely able to breathe, and then I feel his arm hook around my neck. Before I can brace myself, he hoists me straight up into the air. The arena lights spin above me as he holds me there, showing off his power.My legs stretched in the air selling beautifully your vertical suplex. The crowd gasps at the display while I hang upside down, every muscle tensed, waiting for the impact that’s about to come.

Reverotti: The crowd realizes what's happening as I wave at them, getting them to start the count! "1.... 2.... 3..." I wait all the way till the crowd counts to 10 before I finally drop you down, letting gravity do the work for a big suplex! I quickly pop back up to my feet, looking out into the crowd as I want to get their approval. No, I NEED their approval.

Hana_Jeong: The ring explodes with sound as my body hits the canvas, the impact rippling through my back and shoulders. My arms fall open as I arch for a moment, gasping for air. The cheers for him are deafening—my ears ring with them as I roll onto my stomach, one slow motion at a time. My body feels heavy, every muscle shaking as I start to crawl, barely able to push myself forward. My fingers drag across the mat, searching for anything to pull on, but all I can do is move inch by inch while he stands tall behind me, soaking in the crowd’s roar.

Reverotti: I revel in the crowd's adoration for a bit, loving that the crowd is on my side. I finally turn back to you, watching you crawl ever so slowly towards the ropes. My head shakes and a sigh comes from me as I slowly walk up from behind you. "Hana, where do you think you're going?" I sit down on your back to stop you from crawling any further before I place both my hands underneath your chin, locking my fingers together and pulling upwards for a camel clutch!

Hana_Jeong: “Aaahhh!!” I scream, my voice echoing across the arena as my spine arches unnaturally under his weight. My boots kick against the mat, toes stretching and scraping as I try to find some kind of leverage that just isn’t there. My back feels like it’s going to snap in half, the pain shooting up through my shoulders as his hands yank my chin higher. My fingers claw at his grip uselessly while tears prick at my eyes, my body trembling under the pressure as the crowd cheers for him to pull even harder. "AAAH FUCK"

Reverotti: I'm honestly surprised how much the crowd seem to have turned on you! At the beginning, they were fully on your side. But now, they seemed to want to see you get destroyed! I'm a man of the people so I pull even harder, forcing your back to almost bend in a L shape! I'm still closely paying attention to your reaction as I want to make sure you don't tap out just yet. After all, that wouldn't be fun to end it this quickly. :)

Hana_Jeong: “AAAHHH!!” I shriek as my body curves even deeper, my spine screaming under the unbearable pressure. My hands weakly paw at his knee pad again and again, not really tapping, just twitching in agony. My head lolls back against his arm, mouth open as I gasp for air, my vision blurring at the edges. My legs tremble and my boots drag uselessly on the mat — I can barely move anymore. The pain is so sharp it almost numbs me, my body going limp for a second as my eyes flutter and I start drooling over your hands, caught between consciousness and total blackout from the pain.

Reverotti: Your screaming echoes throughout the arena as I feel your body not even resisting anymore, but merely reacting to the immense pain you're experiencing. I start to see your eyes flutter and the drool escaping your lips once again as that's the moment I decide to let go, not intent on ending this just yet. "Hana, this isn't over yet. I need to teach you a lesson." I get off of your back to step in front of you, leaning down to place my finger underneath your chin and lift your head slightly. "Earth to Hana? You still with us?"

Hana_Jeong: My body barely responds, trembling weakly on the mat as I hang my head low. My chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, hair clinging to my face with sweat. When his finger lifts my chin, my eyes flutter open—dazed, unfocused, and glassy. I can barely keep my head up; it wobbles in his grip before dropping again. My mouth opens as if to say something, but only a breathless moan escapes. I’m still here… barely. My arms twitch, trying to push off the mat, but there’s nothing left in me.

Reverotti: My face is mere inches away from yours as I stare directly into your eyes, watching those glassy eyes try to focus on me but failing to do even that. Your head slips from my grip as I see you try to respond, but just moaning. It's clear to everyone in the arena, including me and you, that this match is over. There's no way you're ever coming back from this. I just pick up your head again, asking you a question. "I want to know one thing. Hana, do you regret ever coming into the ring with me? All you need to do is say yes and I'll put you to sleep right away. If not... I might need to punish you until you do."

Hana_Jeong: My lips quiver as I try to form words, but all that comes out at first is a shaky breath and a small sob. My whole body trembles beneath him—my back still aching, my vision hazy. Finally, in a cracked, tear-choked whisper, I manage to breathe out, *“N-No... mo...re... please”* My voice breaks completely as I turn my face away, tears mixing with the sweat on my cheek, my body slumping forward as if just speaking those words drained what little strength I had left. I'm ultra exhausted, sweaty, drooling.

Hana_Jeong:

Hana_Jeong:

Reverotti: It's taking a bit of time for me to get my answer, but I finally get what I had been seeking for. "All you had to do was ask. Let me help you up." I pick you up on your feet, trying to get you upright as I place my hands around your waist, flipping you over in the position of a tombstone! The crowd is on their feet as they know this is the end of the line. But of course, knowing me, I walk around with you in tow, circling around the ring and taking my sweet, sweet time...

Hana_Jeong: My legs dangle helplessly in the air, my arms wrapping his waist. The blood rushes to my head, my hair brushing the mat below. I can barely even breathe, my lips moving in silent prayer — please... just finish it. My hands twitch weakly against his thighs, not to escape, but almost as a plea for mercy. The crowd’s roar fades in my ears, everything slowing down as I realize I’m completely at his mercy… and all I can do is wait for the inevitable drop.

Reverotti: I finally head to the middle of the ring, shouting so that even you, no matter how dazed, confused, and tired you are, can hear my voice clearly. "Good night, Hana!" I jump up in the air with your body in my arms before I piledrive your head straight into the mat!

Hana_Jeong: My world explodes into white pain — then nothing. The brutal impact sends a sickening *thud* through the ring, my body bouncing once before collapsing flat on the mat. My arms and legs sprawl lifelessly, my fingers twitching once before going completely still. My head lolls to the side, eyes half-open and unfocused, mouth slightly agape as a faint exhale escapes. Foam coming out of my mouth. I don’t move an inch — not even a flinch — just lying there like a piece of dead meat in the center of the ring, utterly destroyed.

Reverotti: The way your body reacted to the tombstone was definitely something else. Spread eagle, foaming at the mouth, and not even moving at all. If it wasn't for your chest moving up and down slightly, people would have thought something horrible happened here. But I finally put the nail in your coffin as I laid on top of you, hooking your left leg as far as it will go for the inevitable count. "1..... 2...."

Hana_Jeong: I don't even try to lift a shoulder, my life nearly gone. The referee slams the mat for the three, and the bell rings. The arena erupts as the announcer proclaims: “AND YOUR WINNER… REVEROTTI!” I stay on the mat a moment longer, chest heaving, completely exhausted from the one-sided beatdown, while he rises to soak in the crowd’s approval. I don't move or roll out of the ring. I just stay there totally KO'ed and twitching.

Hana_Jeong:

Reverotti: The three count seems to take forever but the bell finally rings, announcing me as the winner of the match! I rise to my feet, letting the referee raise my arm while I put my boot right on top of my opponent's belly as a show of domination! From Hana, the lovable underdog with a win streak, to Hana, the twitching and drooling jobber that just got absolutely squashed. Tonight, I'm taking something home, and that's YOU. I roll you out of the ring and slide afterwards, before picking you up and tossing you over my shoulder. I give your butt a few smacks, watching it jiggle before I head up the ramp, taking my cute little jobber as my prize for the night!