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11:13 Hana_Jeong: Hey there :)

11:50 Raven_Vex:

11:50 Raven_Vex: yt

11:57 Hana_Jeong: The arena goes quiet after Raven’s coat hits the mat, the sound echoing just long enough to send a shiver down my spine. Then my theme hits — bright, energetic, pure contrast to the darkness that just filled the ring. “And her opponent…standing 5'8, weighing in a 128 pounds, from Busan, South Korea… … HANA JEONG!” The crowd bursts alive. Many of them are seeing me for the first time. I step through the curtain, heart pounding, the lights catching on my baby blue spandex trunks and light yellow wrestling bra, glinting under the spotlights. The white knee pads, kickpads, and elbow pads make me look clean, sharp — the image of a rookie who’s ready to prove herself no matter what shape she’s in. Every step down the ramp sends a dull throb through my ankle, hidden under the kickpad and ice wrap. I grit my teeth and smile through it, waving to the fans. My cheeks are still flushed from adrenaline — and maybe from the memory of the beating I took earlier. At ringside, I pause for a second and glance up. Raven’s eyes are locked on me, calm and predatory. The purple light dances over her face, giving her that eerie beauty that belongs to someone who knows exactly who she is — and what she can do. I take a deep breath, jog up the steel steps, and duck under the top rope. The air inside the ring feels heavier — colder somehow. I move to my corner, tugging the ropes once to test my footing, ignoring the ache in my leg. My fingers tighten around the top rope as I stare across at her. There’s a faint smirk curling her lips — the kind that says she’s already decided how this is going to end. But I lift my chin, eyes burning with quiet defiance. I whisper under my breath, more to myself than to anyone else. The referee signals for the bell. DING! DING! yt  

11:59 Hana_Jeong: yt

12:03 Raven_Vex: When the referee rang the bell to start the match, I moved both hands to the top rope and clasped my fingers tightly. My eyes never left you. I leaned forward, my upper body, and held my hands. I stepped forward with my left foot, my right foot trailing behind. I bent my left knee, bringing it closer to the canvas, but my knee didn't touch the ground. I posed like a runner. "DING.. DING.. DING.." As the match began, I loosened my fingers and let go of the top rope. I straightened my body and began running toward you. My footsteps echoed throughout the arena. I extended my right arm to the right, and as I approached, I attempted to force my forearm into your throat. The entire arena sat in silence, waiting to see if the move would work. yt

12:24 Hana_Jeong: I press my lips against the tape of my right wrist — the cool cloth, the tiny fold of paper tucked there — and for a heartbeat I feel the hush of home: my family’s faces, folded small and secret against my skin. The kiss is quick, private, a talisman. I tuck my hand back where the crowd can’t see and let the simple ritual steady me. Raven lunges, her forearm slicing toward my throat. I don’t panic — I use her momentum. I drop low and shoot my hips under her attack, sliding onto the canvas in a smooth, practiced motion. My first reverse comes like a shadow: I spin under her arm, keeping my shoulders low to the mat so her reach overshoots me. My body is compact, coiled. Before she can recover, I roll again — a second reverse — this time aiming my legs toward her right side. My thighs clamp around the back of her right calf; I hook behind her leg and pull hard, using my legs as a lever. The sweep is clean — I yank her base out from under her and roll her down onto the mat beside me. We hit the canvas together in a tangle of limbs; I don’t waste the moment. As we settle, I slide my hands up under her head and snap into a tight, low headlock, my forearm pressing the side of her neck while my body locks mine to hers. My legs keep the hook on her right leg tight, preventing her from turning free. Every breath is a count; every second I hold it I steal small control back from the storm she brought. yt

12:32 Raven_Vex: Your sudden drop catches me off guard that fluid motion, too fast, too clean for a rookie. My forearm slices empty air, and the next thing I feel is the mat slamming into my shoulder as your sweep takes my base. “Tch!” The breath punches out of me as my back hits hard, your body coiling around mine like a trap. The pressure on my neck is sharp, your forearm digging in. I plant a boot, trying to twist, but your hooked leg keeps me pinned tight, technical, and smarter than I expected. For a moment, all I can hear is the crowd losing it, chanting your name the underdog taking down the Dark Siren. I let the sound simmer in my skull. My hand try snakes up, fingers brushing along your wrist. I try the shift my hips, arching my back, try forcing our weight to roll just a few inches to the side. yt

13:00 Raven_Vex: (are u busy?)

13:39 Hana_Jeong: (sorry)

13:41 Hana_Jeong: I feel her hips shift beneath me — the tension in her core, the slow grind of muscle against the mat — and my balance starts to slip. My forearm stays tight against her neck, but the pressure is fading; she’s rolling, inch by inch, pulling us sideways with sheer force. The crowd’s chant is a blur of sound — **“Ha-na! Ha-na!”** — pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. I grit my teeth, trying to hold my ground, the sweat starting to bead at my temple. My hooked leg slides for leverage, trying to keep her right knee trapped, but she’s strong and steady. Her fingers find my taped wrist, tugging at it, loosening the angle I need to keep the headlock cinched. The burn in my bicep spreads down to my shoulder; I can feel the hold slipping. I whisper a breath through clenched teeth — *don’t lose it, not yet* — and shift my weight lower, pressing my chest against her shoulder to flatten her back again. My ankle throbs inside the kickpad from the earlier ambush, but I push through it, grit against grit. Still, she’s turning, our bodies rolling another few inches, and my grip weakens further. Her strength feels inevitable, like a wave rising beneath me. I try to rehook my leg higher, maybe transition to a front facelock or grab a wrist for control, but she’s already driving the motion. My arm trembles as I fight to hang on, breath coming hard against her ear — every muscle screaming to keep her down just a little longer before she inevitably powers through. yt

13:52 Raven_Vex: The chant in the crowd feels like needles against my skin Ha-na, Ha-na every syllable a spark that feeds my rage instead of her momentum. Your body is light, but your grip is stubborn, like a serpent refusing to let go. My back is half-turned now, your forearm grinding against my neck, every breath short and ragged. But I can feel the moment the faint tremor in your bicep, the tiny gap forming at the crook of your elbow. I plant my free hand hard against the canvas, using it like a spike, and thrust upward, my body twisting beneath yours. My shoulder drives into your ribs a sharp, punishing jab meant to shock your balance while my other arm snakes around your waist. In a sudden heave, I roll through, dragging you with me and coming out on top, my hair falling across your face as the motion snaps us into a reversal. If i succesfull The impact echoes as your back hits the mat, and now it’s my turn to tighten the vise. My forearm drives across your collarbone, not choking but grinding, a slow, cruel pressure to remind you who you’re in the ring with. My breath hits your ear, low and steady: “Pretty, but too patient. You hesitate once I break you twice.” I'll raise my right arm and try to hit your face with my elbow hard. yt

14:01 Hana_Jeong: For a second I feel small beneath her — the reversals like waves that push me down until I can’t see anything but the hard mat and the ring lights like distant suns. My chest hitches; my breath comes quick and thin. She looks down at me, eyes sharp and unblinking, and in that instant I feel almost submissive, like a student caught out in front of a merciless teacher. Everything in me wants to fold, to give up, to let her finish the lesson. Her gaze pins me, and a hot shame and awe mingle in my ribs. I taste salt on my lips; my hands curl instinctively toward the tape on my wrist where the little picture is hidden, as if it alone can steady me. She leans close enough that I can feel her breath, and for a beat her face fills my world — the smirk, the heat of her whisper pressing into my ear. Then something in me snaps the other way. Anger, stubbornness, the stubborn little dog that refuses to stop barking — call it pride if you want — and I act. I shoot my legs up and around her right side, wrapping them low and tight around her ribs. My thighs lock like iron. I pull my knees together and squeeze with everything I have, knees driving inward, hips lifting a fraction to make the pressure count. Her coat brushes against my calves for an instant, but what I feel most is the white of my kickpads pressing into the soft plane of her side. The pads are smooth and slightly glossy — a tight synthetic fabric stretched over dense foam — and when they press into her skin I can feel the subtle drag of the material, the way the stitching bites a little into the surface as my weight settles. The padding gives, then pushes back; warmth blooms through from the friction. The elastic straps hum with tension across the curve of my calves, muffling the scrape of movement into a dull, intimate rumble. I try to make my hold a vise: squeeze, pull my torso closer, wedge my shoulder under her arm to stop her from fully extending.

14:02 Hana_Jeong: For a moment her eyes flash — surprise, then annoyance — and she raises her right arm, winding up to drive an elbow toward my face. I clamp down harder, squeezing the air from her, feeling the kickpad’s fabric slide and grip as my legs constrict. The pressure forces her torso to fold just enough that her elbow’s arc stutters. I don’t let her find purchase. Instead I tuck my chin, turn my hips, and angle my squeeze so that her weight tips forward. My right foot scrapes the canvas for leverage; my left calf tightens like a band. Every nerve in me is fire — pain in my ankle, the memory of the locker-room ambush, the bruise blooming purple — and I channel it into that hold. If she manages to free the elbow, I’ll feel it — a sting, a shock across my cheek — but for now the kickpads’ white surface is pressed to her skin, warm and slightly slick with sweat, and my legs refuse to let go. yt

14:10 Raven_Vex: The squeeze hits like a vice. I grunt, the sound low and guttural, air rushing out of my lungs as your thighs cinch tighter around my ribs. My elbow stalls mid-swing, caught in the tension of your scissor hold. I can feel every pulse of pressure from your legs, the strength you hide under that quiet exterior. For a second, my chest locks the crowd noise fading under the sound of my own breath grinding out between my teeth. I twist my body to the left and fall face down onto the canvas. My ribs and right arm are crushed between your legs. I place my chin on the canvas and groan in pain. "Nghh.. fucckkk.." I move my free hand towards your ankles. My left hand moves behind my back and grabs your ankle, trying to loosen your grip. "Get off me, bitch..." yt

14:17 Hana_Jeong: I feel her weight drive into my ankle like a vice and panic flares hot and immediate — not enough to stop me, just enough to sharpen everything. I twist my hips, hard, angling my thighs to bite deeper around her ribs. The motion pulls my body long; my core clenches and I stretch, folding myself into a tight, choking bodyscissors. The pressure snaps in, hot and precise, my hips grinding down until her breath shudders. My right forearm slams up against the side of her head, a heavy, staccato thud meant to interrupt her rhythm. Each smash is short and brutal — I’m not trying to hurt her face, just to make her think twice about answering with brute strength. Sweat slicks the white fabric of my kickpad where it kisses her skin; the synthetic weave drags slightly with each squeeze, the foam compressing and then rebounding under the force of my legs. The pad muffles my contact into a dull, intimate vibration that travels through my calves and into my core. "GRRRRHHHH" I roar like a warrior princess. I curl my toes around the canvas for leverage, twist my hips a hair to change the angle, and ram another short forearm strike just beneath her ear to keep her from rolling free "Don't struggle, bitch. It's worse for you"

14:17 Hana_Jeong: yt

14:22 Raven_Vex: I feel the vise tighten your thighs clamp down like steel, every breath I try to steal ripped away in a staccato choke. My hand scrabbles at your ankle, fingers finding leather and tape, and for a heartbeat I think I’ve got a purchase; I twist, aim to pull and roll you with me. You answer with a growl and a short forearm into the side of my head right where it hurts and whatever little space I carved out snaps shut. The canvas hums under your toes as you dig in for leverage, and that single strike is the spark: the pressure changes from me owning you to you owning the tempo. The crowd’s noise shifts with it; their chant turns into a single, hungry howl for more. I try to force my hips, to roll and reverse, but your knees drive into the mat and you crank the scissors tighter. Instead of panicking I let my weight fall forward yt

14:29 Hana_Jeong: Her body suddenly shifts and the pressure I’m clinging to starts to turn against me. I feel her weight sink forward, driving my thighs toward the mat. My abs tremble, the strain flooding through my core as my scissors begin to falter. I grit my teeth and try to re-angle my hips, but the burn in my injured ankle screams through me now. My breath catches — it’s too much. I feel the hold slipping, my legs starting to uncurl. The tight lock that held her ribs so firm begins to fade, my inner thighs trembling with exhaustion and pain. I try one last squeeze, a stubborn final surge, but it’s gone; the power drains from my body like air leaving a balloon. “Fuck…” I breathe through gritted teeth as I release, my legs sliding apart, the white kickpads dragging against her skin one last time before I fall flat onto the canvas. I clutch my aching ankle instinctively, rolling onto my side, gasping for air as the heat of the fight — and her dominance — presses down on me. yt

14:40 Raven_Vex: The instant your legs give, I tear free like a caged thing unlatched gasping, half-snarling, every rib on fire from the pressure you left behind. My palms hit the mat first; I shove off, crawl backward on instinct until my shoulders find the ropes. The steel bites cold through the fabric of my gear as I sag into it, one hand clutching at my side where your scissors carved deep red lines across my skin. The crowd is still roaring your name, but it’s a dull, distant thing in my ears. I drag my forearm across my mouth, wipe the sweat from my lips, and let out a hoarse laugh that sounds more like a growl. My eyes find you curled on your side, clutching that ankle, chest rising and falling in quick bursts and for a heartbeat I just watch. Then I raise both hands to the ropes behind me, lean my weight into them, and breathe through the burn in my lungs. “Not bad, Busan,” I murmur, voice low, mocking but begrudgingly impressed. “But pain’s only the first lesson.” I stay in the corner, pacing the ropes, forcing my breath to steady. My gaze never leaves you as I wait for the next moment either to strike again, or to see if the rookie still has anything left to give. yt

15:43 Hana_Jeong: I breathe slow, tasting iron and sweat, and force my body to listen — not the panic, not the scream from my ankle, but the quiet plan under it. I crawl forward a few inches, eyes locked on her shoulders and the way she leans into the ropes. Every footstep sends a knife jolt through my taped ankle, so I move like a cat: careful, economy of motion, weight kept light on that right foot. When I’m close enough I rise on my left leg only, testing my balance for a heartbeat. My right foot taps the canvas like a metronome — there, but not bearing everything. I fake a jab with my hands, watch her flinch, then snap my left leg low and fast toward the back of her right calf. yt

11:44 Raven_Vex: I feel the scrape before the sting your left leg flashes in low and hard into the back of my calf. My shoulder dips, my toes skid on the canvas, I stumble, let my eyes track your shoulders, watch the way you breathe and balance. My right knee hits the canvas and hits it hard. The impact of the blow forces me to put both hands on the ground. Then I lift my head, look at you, and toss my hair. I'm on one knee in front of you, waiting for your move. yt

12:21 Hana_Jeong: I lunge, every nerve coiling into that single motion — hands reaching, body driving forward. The world narrows to the feel of her hair between my fingers; it’s slick with sweat and warm, and the pull is immediate, meant to bring her head down and expose the back of her neck. I yank, using my shoulder to add torque, and wind my right leg up high, aiming the heel of my kickpad for the base of her skull. yt

22:08 Raven_Vex: When my fingers tangle in my hair, I move both hands to your wrist, gripping it tightly, and raise my body slightly. My eyes look at the canvas, I turn my eyes slightly toward you and see your knee coming, but I'm hit too quickly to react. Your knee connects clearly with my jaw. The sound of the hit echoes throughout the arena. I fall backwards onto my back. My back hits the ground, and I can't slow myself down with my hands. The bottom rope goes under my armpits, and I lean my head back, lying on the floor. My legs are spread, my head spinning, everything is blurry, the sounds are blurred. The entire arena is screaming for you. I try to come to my senses. "DESTROY HER, DESTROY HER, DESTROY HER" yt

17:58 Raven_Vex: yt

14:04 Hana_Jeong: I cup my hand to my ear, angling my face toward the crowd like I’m trying to drink in every shout. Their noise slams into me — a living thing — and it feeds the last scrap of stubbornness in my chest. I bounce off the opposite ropes, feeling the elastic whip me forward, and time narrows to the rhythm of my heartbeat and the white blur of my kickpads. I spring up into the air, knees driving forward, and bring both boots up into a front dropkick aimed square at her face. yt

14:11 Raven_Vex: As the entire arena cheers for you, I place both hands on the bottom rope, shift my hips, and crawl into the ring. I sit up, and when I lift my head, I see the soles of my feet in front of my face. My head hits the canvas too hard, too close for me to react. My arms are spread wide, my legs are spread, and I lie on my back in the center of the ring, practically motionless. My chest heaves. The entire arena is cheering you on with fervor. yt

14:19 Hana_Jeong: A breathless, disbelieving laugh slips out of me — a quiet exhale I don’t mean to let anyone hear. "Omg she's so damn easy". my pulse pounding in my temples as I look down at Raven sprawled beneath me. The crowd is losing its mind, chanting my name like I’m some unstoppable highflying hero. Someone like her never goes down easy. Still, I reach down and curl my fingers into her hair, the strands hot and damp against my knuckles, and I start to pull her up slowly. She’s heavy, her body limp but resisting in small, twitching motions. "Get up, girl". I bring her halfway to her feet, enough for her knees to scrape the canvas, and then I raise my free hand high, pointing toward the top turnbuckle. The crowd roars even louder, the anticipation vibrating through the ring like thunder. Keeping one hand tangled in her hair, I drag her toward the corner and smash her face against the top turnbuckle. I plant a foot on the bottom rope, then the middle, still holding her upright beneath me like a warning. The lights are blinding this high up, the air thick with noise. My heart is hammering so hard it feels like it’s shaking my ribs apart. I balance for half a second, crouching low, then spring off the top — twisting in the air, my legs cutting a clean arc toward her shoulders. I reach to hook her head and snap the hurricanrana into motion, aiming to spin us both into a blur before the mat rushes up to meet us. yt

20:33 Raven_Vex: The roar of the crowd becomes a distant hum in my ears a chaotic blur of noise swallowed by the pounding of my heartbeat. My vision swims as I feel your fingers yank me up by the hair, every nerve in my neck screaming as my knees scrape against the canvas. I barely register the crash when my face hits the top turnbuckle just a flash of white light behind my eyes, a jolt of pain that makes my whole body shudder. Then impact. Your legs hook around my shoulders, and before I can even think to brace, the world turns upside down. The mat slams into my back with a deep, echoing thud that rattles through my spine. My body folds awkwardly before sprawling flat once more, chest rising and falling, lips parted in a slow, shaky exhale. For a long moment, I just lie there, staring up at the arena lights as they spin like stars. My fingers twitch against the mat, searching for something solid in the haze. Finally, I manage to push myself up slow, unsteady until I’m sitting in the center of the ring. My head lolls to one side, hair falling over my face, eyes half-open and unfocused. I sway a little, dizzy yt

23:26 Hana_Jeong: My lungs burn, my heartbeat drumming in my throat as I catch sight of her—Raven sitting dazed and broken in the middle of the ring, her body swaying like it’s trying to remember which way is up. Sweat trickles down my temples, and the crowd’s roar starts to come back into focus, pulsing louder with every chant of my name. I grit my teeth, push off my left foot, and sprint toward the ropes. I rebound, the tension snapping me forward. I lower my stance, the world shrinking into that perfect window—her head, just a little too high, just waiting. My boot cuts a clean arc through the air, and the shining wizard connects flush against the side of her skull. The impact sends a sharp jolt through my leg, the padded fabric smacking hard against skin and bone. She collapses backward like a puppet with its strings cut. The arena erupts. I drop to my knees for a second, breathing hard, then crawl toward her. My fingers wrap around her ankle, and I drag her slowly toward the center of the ring—each pull a mix of pain and purpose as my ankle throbs under the tape. The crowd noise climbs higher with every inch we move. When I finally stop, she’s sprawled perfectly under the lights, the ring ours alone. I glance down at my taped wrist—the one with the little folded photo pressed beneath it. I bring it close to my lips and kiss it softly, a silent promise to my family, to every dream that got me here. Then I turn toward the corner. The ropes tremble beneath my feet as I climb—one step, two, three—until I’m standing tall on the top turnbuckle. The crowd rises with me, thousands of voices turning into one breathless sound. I stretch my arms out wide, chest heaving, and whisper, This is for you. Then I leap—arching high and backward, spinning through the air—my body tracing the perfect curve of a moonsault. yt

10:36 Raven_Vex: The world tilts and spins, every nerve in my body screaming in static. My ribs feel like they’re splintering with every breath each inhale a stab, each exhale a warning. My vision flickers, sweat burning in my eyes as I claw weakly at the mat, nails dragging across the canvas like broken glass. I hear her. The crowd shifts, rising into that fevered chant that means only one thing you are climbing. My heart kicks hard against my ribs, panic mixing with pain. My body doesn’t want to move. Every muscle trembles, every thought blurs into white noise. When you hit your feet on my face, I fall back hard onto the mat. I roll onto my side, gasping, the taste of iron in my mouth. Through the haze, I see your silhouette high above me, arms stretched wide like a goddess under the lights. And then you jumps. Time fractures. The crowd roars, but it’s a muffled, distant sound. Instinct takes over pure, desperate survival. I twist my body at the last heartbeat, knees shooting up just as you crashes down. Trying my knees burying into her ribs as the impact shudders through us both. yt

14:26 Hana_Jeong: The crash rips the air out of me. My whole body folds around her knees — a jagged explosion of pain that hits like a knife through my stomach. The breath leaves me in a choked, broken gasp, and I hit the mat clutching my abs, rolling to my side. “FUCK!” The word tears out of my throat raw and ugly, echoing somewhere between the ropes and the ceiling lights. I curl tighter, my forehead pressed to the canvas, teeth grinding as the ache spreads deep through my core — hot, pulsing, unbearable. I can hear the crowd, but it’s far away now, like they’re underwater. All I can feel is the stabbing throb under my ribs, each heartbeat a cruel reminder of the mistake. My arms wrap around my midsection, trembling, and I let out another ragged sob that catches in my chest. My eyes squeeze shut; tears spill freely now, streaking down to the mat as I struggle just to breathe. “Why…” I whisper between broken breaths, voice barely audible, “why now…” I roll onto my back, still holding my stomach, blinking up at the blinding lights. The world spins above me, every cheer, every flash a dizzy blur. My legs twitch uselessly against the mat as I try to sit up, but the pain drags me back down. I’m left gasping, sobbing softly through clenched teeth, completely exposed under the roar of the crowd — broken in the middle of my own dream. yt

14:29 Hana_Jeong:

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14:35 Hana_Jeong: yt

14:37 Raven_Vex: For a long, trembling heartbeat, I can’t move either. My knees throb, fire running up through bone and muscle until it feels like my whole lower body might crack apart. I’m half-curled, forehead pressed to the mat, chest rising in shallow, shaky pulls. Every breath burns like glass in my lungs. The crowd is a blur half of them chanting your name, half of them gasping for mine. I can barely tell which side I’m on anymore. All I know is the sound of our pain filling the space between the ropes. I push my hand against the mat, and the world lurches sideways. My arms tremble, slick with sweat, my whole body screaming at me to just stay down. My ribs protest with every inch I move, but I drag myself up anyway, one elbow at a time, until I’m kneeling. You’re there in front of me crumpled, gasping, your hands clutched tight to your stomach. I can see the tears on your cheeks glinting under the lights. I stagger to my feet, swaying like I might fall any second. My hand clutches my ribs, the other dragging along the top rope for balance. The crowd’s noise swells raw, electric, feeding off every ounce of our pain. I limp toward you, breath ragged. When I reach you, I grab a handful of your wrist, pulling you slowly up with me. My voice is a whisper, hoarse and trembling, meant for you alone. “Get up, Bitch. You wanted a fight… this is it.” I pull you in close, foreheads almost touching, our breath mixing pain and defiance, exhaustion and hate tangled together. Then I step back, stumble on my heel, and twist My knee snaps up, aiming for your jaw in one final, desperate strike, the crowd roaring as if the entire arena’s holding its breath. yt

14:42 Hana_Jeong: I barely have the strength to lift my head when she yanks me up by the wrist. My whisper — the one that felt like surrender — dies on my lips as her fingers dig into my skin. Up close, her breath is hot and rough; her eyes are ice. I try to steel myself, some stupid, stubborn ember of pride flickering even now. She presses her forehead to mine, the world tightening into that single, hot inches between us. There’s venom in her whisper, but also a promise: this ends now. I nod because my body will not argue, because my voice is gone and the tears still trail warm down my cheeks. She stumbles back and my vision clears for the briefest fraction — enough to see that rising knee. I try to pull my hands up to defend, to cradle my jaw, but the movement is slow, a wet, sluggish thing. The strike lands brutal and clean across my face. Lots of drool coming out of my mat. Pain detonates through my skull and jaw; the sound of it is a hollow, bone-deep crack that seems to echo forever. My legs give out like paper; I fold and hit the mat hard, the lights swimming into twin moons above me. yt

14:42 Hana_Jeong:

14:42 Hana_Jeong: yt

14:53 Raven_Vex: The impact jolts through my knee and up into my hip a flash of pain so sharp it almost knocks the air out of me. I stagger on the landing, catching myself on the ropes. The ring feels like it’s tilting, the noise around us turning into a single, rolling wave of shock. You drops. Just drops. For a second I can’t move, can’t breathe. My chest heaves, every muscle trembling from the weight of it all. The adrenaline tastes bitter on my tongue. I look down at your sprawled under the lights your chest still rising, slow and shallow. My hand finds my ribs again, and I wince. Every inhale burns. I drop to one knee beside you. Then I press my palm flat against the mat. One last breath. One last push. I crawl forward, laying my arm across your shoulders, my forehead resting against yours for half a heartbeat. “Stay down,” I whisper. The referee slides in beside us, hand raised to start the count. The whole arena holds its breath. yt

15:13 Hana_Jeong: The mat feels like fire against my skin. Every nerve in my body screams to stop, to just let go. Her weight presses down on me, her whisper crawling through the ringing in my ears — stay down. My mind agrees. My ribs ache, my stomach still spasms from those knees. I can barely breathe. But somewhere, under the shaking, the blood, and the pain, my heart refuses to die quiet. The referee’s hand slaps the mat — ONE! My vision blurs. My face is wet, though I don’t know if it’s sweat or tears. Probably both. My body wants to surrender, to melt into the mat, but my heart… my heart won’t shut up. TWO! A sob rips through me — raw, ugly, desperate. My body shakes like it’s being torn apart. I can hear the crowd split in half, half of them screaming for her, half for me. My chest burns, my lungs begging for air. I can feel her weight pressing tighter, smothering me, burying me alive. But then — something in me snaps. A sound leaves my throat — not a scream, not a word, just defiance. My shoulder jerks, every fiber of my body screaming as I twist it off the mat. THREE—NO! The ref’s hand stops mid-air. The crowd erupts. I’m still alive. Barely. Tears stream down my face as I clutch my stomach, my body folding in agony. I can’t see straight. The light above me fractures, white and cruel. I know I’m done. My body knows it. But my heart… it keeps forcing breath through my throat. I’m crying openly now, choking on the sound as I roll weakly onto my side. My arms tremble, my legs useless. I can hear her cursing under her breath — shocked, furious, maybe even a little scared that I’m still here. yt

15:50 Hana_Jeong: yt

16:42 Raven_Vex: The sound that comes out of the ref’s throat when his hand stops is like a gunshot misfired sharp, wrong, empty. I blink once. Twice. The world wobbles. My arm is still draped across you, and for a heartbeat I don’t understand why the bell hasn’t rung. Then I feel it. The twitch of your shoulder beneath my forearm. The faint rise of your chest as you drag in another breath that shouldn’t even be possible. I push up onto one elbow, staring down at you. My mouth is open, but there’s no breath left to curse. My whole body shakes part rage, part awe. The crowd is on its feet now, a wall of noise crashing down around us. “You…” I rasp, voice shredded, “you just don’t quit, do you?” I shove myself backward, sitting on my knees, clutching my ribs with one arm. Sweat drips from my chin to the mat. Every heartbeat feels like it’s trying to tear through my chest. I look at you, crawling, broken but moving, and something in me snaps between admiration and fury. I try slap your face once, twice yt

16:56 Hana_Jeong: The first slap cracks across my cheek, snapping my head to the side. The second one lands harder, a sting that burns through the fog of exhaustion. My body jolts, half from pain, half from instinct. I sway on my knees, tears spilling freely now, my vision swimming. My chest heaves, the air ragged in my throat. I can barely lift my arms, but I do — trembling, defiant. I swing back, my palm cutting through the air, smacking against her jaw with a weak, desperate slap. Then another, slower, my whole arm shaking. I gasp, voice breaking as I glare at her through tears. My knees slide on the mat, my body trembling, but I refuse to drop for now. yt

17:28 Hana_Jeong: yt

17:35 Raven_Vex: The slap catches me across the jaw not hard, not clean, but real. It snaps my head to the side and something inside me just… stops. For a second, all I hear is breathing yours, mine, the ragged rhythm of two bodies held together by willpower alone. Slowly, I turn back to you. You are still there, shaking, eyes glazed with tears but burning anyway. My chest rises once, twice. Then I start laughing low at first, rough, broken the kind of laugh that comes from a place halfway between heartbreak and madness. “You don’t even know when to die,” I whisper, voice trembling through the exhaustion. My hand falls away from my ribs, hanging loose at my side. “Fine.” I lunge forward not with speed, not with strength, just sheer will and grab your by the back of the neck, foreheads colliding with a dull crack. The impact sends stars exploding behind my eyes, but I don’t let go. I keep us there, locked together, both of us gasping like drowning souls. “This…” I breathe out, “…this is what you wanted, right?" I push you away finally, both of us swaying, barely upright. My hands drop. I can feel my knees giving, my vision narrowing to nothing. I take two steps back and try to hit your face with the sole of my right foot. I try to lift my right foot up to your face. yt

17:50 Hana_Jeong: Our foreheads collide violently — every bone and tendon sings. I stagger, vision swimming, the world tilting. I lean my weight on her body, my arms go limp, head hanging over her shoulder, breath hot on the back of her neck. A thin line of blood beads at my hairline where our foreheads met — unnerving, but small enough to sting more in pride than in fear. When she lifts that leg to finish, I plant my left foot hard and drive my hips in a shove. My body moves before my mind does: a sweep under her supporting leg, fast and low. The canvas hums under my palm as momentum flips her balance. She stumbles — just enough. I roll with it, faster than I feel I should be able to move, sliding across the mat. My fingers find her ankle in the tumble, grip tightening on her wrestling shoe. I twist my hips and roll on top of her back, molding my weight over her, and snake my legs to lock the position. Then I lock it in — an ankle lock cinched tight. My forearms clamp across her calf for leverage while my hands wrench at the foot, toes pointed, hip driving back so every tendon and joint answers with a scream. The pressure is a line that runs up through her leg into her whole body; I feel her shudder beneath me, her muscles fighting the angle. My own ribs protest and fire with pain, but I bite down and pull harder, every inch a promise. The crowd’s roar compresses into a tight drum in my ears. I whisper nothing — just the sound of my own breath, rough and steady — and hold, forcing her to choose: tap, or live with the lock. "C'MON JUST TAP BITCH" I scream like crazy. yt

17:59 Raven_Vex: The pain hits like electricity straight through my leg, up my spine, flooding every nerve. I claw at the mat, nails scraping uselessly against canvas. The sound that leaves my throat isn’t even a scream; it’s a raw, broken rasp that tears itself apart. My hands slam the mat once, twice, as if that will make the agony stop. I can feel the twist in my ankle, the tendons stretched to the edge of snapping. My breath comes in shuddering gasps. “No… no…” I mutter, half to you, half to myself. I drag my hands toward the ropes inches that feel like miles. Every pull is a knife in my leg, every heartbeat a countdown. The crowd’s noise turns into thunder, chanting both our names. I reach fingertips brushing the bottom rope but you jerks back hard, and white light explodes behind my eyes. My body jerks, my free leg kicking wildly. “LET GO!” I roar, voice cracked. I slam my fist against the mat again, once, twice, the sound echoing through the arena. I’m caught between pride and survival; the thought of tapping crawls through my chest like shame and relief all at once. My palm hovers over the mat, shaking. One heartbeat. Two. Then I lurch forward, twisting with everything left, trying to roll through the pressure. yt

18:10 Hana_Jeong: My grip doesn’t loosen. The world has narrowed to the sound of her breath and the heat of her skin under my hands. Every twist of her ankle is a pulse that runs through both of us — my whole body shivering from exhaustion and the ache of my ribs, yet I keep twisting, wrenching, lost in it. Her voice, her fists, the crowd — all of it fades into a blur behind the red haze of effort. Then the referee’s hands are on me, shouting something I don’t even register. It’s only when he pries my arms away and I fall forward across her back that I realize — she tapped. She actually tapped. For a moment, I just lie there, chest pressed against her trembling shoulders, the rise and fall of her breathing syncing with mine. The crowd is still roaring, but it sounds far away, like it’s happening in another world. My blood drips slowly down my temple and onto her gear, tiny dark dots against the fabric. I push myself up onto one arm, dazed, my hand instinctively going to my forehead. When it comes away red, I stare at it for a second — the color looks unreal under the lights. Then I glance at her, sprawled and spent, her chest heaving as she tries to breathe through the pain. Without really thinking, I reach over and brush my taped fingers against her hand. Our skin touches — just a flicker of warmth — and I squeeze gently, not to taunt but to thank. I actually won. In this tiny, sweat-soaked arena, surrounded by strangers chanting my name, I just this young brave woman to tap. When the ref finally raises my arm, the crowd erupts. It’s a wall of sound that shakes through my bones — disbelief, joy, exhaustion all tangled in the same trembling breath. I try to lift my head, but it’s heavy, so I just let it hang there, my arm limp in his grip. I glance down and see my gear: my white kickpads and knee pads streaked with grime, dust, and faint smears of blood. They look like proof of what I just went through — battered but still standing. I can barely feel my legs beneath me. yt

18:16 Raven_Vex: For a few seconds after the tap, I don’t hear anything. The sound of the crowd fades behind the rush in my ears. The pain still lingers, dull and deep, echoing up through the joint you twisted apart. My breath comes in ragged stutters. Every muscle in my leg throbs like it’s pulsing to the rhythm of the lights above us. When the ref pulls you off, the air hits my skin like ice. I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving, the taste of sweat and defeat thick on my tongue. My leg won’t stop trembling. The cheer hits then your name rolling over me like thunder. I close my eyes, letting it wash across me, not fighting it anymore. For a heartbeat, I feel nothing but the weight of everything that just happened: the pain, the stubbornness, the small, quiet truth that I gave you everything I had. When your hand finds mine, my fingers twitch, instinct more than thought. I squeeze back once. The ref raises your arm and I turn my head, watching through half-lidded eyes. The lights catch your face tired, bleeding, alive. I let a small, cracked smile ghost across my lips. I drag myself toward the ropes, using the bottom strand to pull up until I’m sitting. My ankle screams, but I stay there anyway. I look across the ring at you the new winner, the one who wouldn’t break and mouth, “Fuckk.. how.” Then I drop my head, sweat dripping from my chin onto the canvas, and let the noise of the crowd swallow me whole. yt

18:26 Hana_Jeong: I roll out of the ring slowly, every movement stiff and deliberate, like my body is trying to remember how to function. The cold air outside the ropes hits my skin, and I take a shaky step before I see them—my two best friends pressed up against the steel guardrail, eyes wide, hands reaching for me. The moment I fall into their arms, everything hits me at once. The roar of the crowd, the smell of sweat and metal, the sting of blood on my forehead. They’re shouting my name, laughing and crying all at once, gripping me tight like they can’t believe I’m real. I bury my face against their shoulders, just breathing, trying to steady myself. For a second, I let the moment wash over me—the exhaustion, the victory, the sheer disbelief that I’m still standing. When I pull back, my eyes drift to the ring again. She’s still in there—Raven—half-standing, her body trembling, sweat glistening under the lights. The crowd is chanting something softer now, almost reverent. I can’t just walk away. I circle around the ring, limping a little, my fingers brushing the apron as I make my way to her side. The fans closest to us fall silent, watching. I reach up to the ropes, look her in the eyes—those dark, defiant eyes that gave me hell until the very end—and extend my hand. She hesitates, swaying, pride still burning through the pain. I step closer, voice low, barely audible beneath the crowd’s hum. “I can carry you,” I whisper, breath trembling. “There’s no shame in this. I own you… but I also admire you, Raven.” yt

18:26 Hana_Jeong: yt

18:33 Raven_Vex: For a second, I just stare at your hand. The lights make it look like it’s glowing open, steady, too damn kind for a place like this. The crowd has gone quiet again, their noise replaced by that low, humming tension that fills the space between two people who have already given everything they have. I breathe once. It hurts. I breathe again anyway. My hand trembles as I reach up not to take yours, not yet but to rest my palm against the middle rope. The canvas shifts under me as I force myself up, inch by inch. My leg buckles, but I stay standing. Barely. You’re still there, close enough that I can feel the warmth coming off your skin, smell the sweat and iron between us. You said you admire me. You said you own me. The words sit in my chest like a spark dropped into dry kindling. A weak grin splits across my face. “Admire me all you want,” I rasp, voice raw and low. “But you don’t own me.” I take your hand then not as surrender, but as a challenge squeezing it tight enough that our knuckles brush white. The crowd starts to buzz again, sensing the shift. I lean in, my lips almost at your ear. “This isn’t over, Hana,” I whisper, each word heavy with promise. “You made me tap tonight… but next time? I’m not stopping until you break.” I let go of your hand, slow and deliberate, stepping back on a trembling leg. The corner of my mouth curls into something between a smirk and a wince. I point at you with two fingers, then tap my own wrist the universal sign for time’s running out. yt

18:40 Hana_Jeong: I take a slow breath, the noise of the crowd fading until it’s just the two of us — sweat, blood, and exhaustion holding the space together. She’s defiant even now, barely standing, eyes burning through the pain like she could still fight me if her body would just listen. I nod once, a quiet smile forming, not of joy but of control — measured, patient, a reflection of what she doesn’t yet understand. My hand rises and brushes a loose strand of hair from her face, fingertips just grazing the sweat along her temple. My tone drops, soft but unmistakably firm — the kind of calm that carries weight. “You remember our stakes, don’t you?” I murmur, leaning just close enough for her to feel my breath on her ear. “Don’t make me remind you.” Her jaw tightens, pride flashing for a heartbeat, but I don’t give her time to speak. I slide an arm around her back, the other under her knees, guiding her with care that’s almost tender — yet there’s no mistaking the control in my movements. She’s light against me, trembling, the heat from her body seeping through my skin. “I don’t want to hurt you more,” I say evenly, my voice smooth as silk but carrying a cold edge underneath. “But I can if I want.” Her breath catches — maybe from pain, maybe from the realization that I mean it. I shift, steadying her against me before leaning close again, my tone almost affectionate now, a whisper meant for her alone. “Now, this is what’s going to happen,” I continue, lips brushing near her ear. “I’ll carry you over my shoulder… so I can preserve what’s left of you for our little soirée.” The crowd gasps softly as I hook an arm between her thighs and lift her, slow and deliberate, across my shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Her body drapes against me, spent and trembling, her hand weakly brushing my back. I stand tall, blood streaking down my forehead, I smack gently her butt and smile to everyone while I go towards the locker room. yt

19:04 Raven_Vex: My back hits the ropes as you approach me. I stop when your lips are close to my ear, and your sharp, dominant tone echoes throughout my body. Your arms wrap around my body and behind my knees as I nod in agreement. I can barely stand as you continue speaking in your dominant tone. "Oh... Okay..." My loser body lifts easily, and I stand on your shoulder as if I'm your victim. My hands shake, and my exhausted body struggles to move. When you slap your hand on my slutty hip, my hips jiggle, and all I see is canvas. I'm swayed to the locker room. I try to catch my breath. yt

19:18 Hana_Jeong: I set her down gently, yet firmly, my voice commanding and unyielding. "Take a deep and warm shower, Raven. I want you cleansed." My words hang in the air, heavy with implication. I make sure she understands the gravity of my instruction, my eyes locking onto hers as she slowly regains consciousness. The weight of my presence is palpable, leaving no room for doubt about what's to come. As Raven stumbles to her feet, I watch with a satisfied smirk, knowing she's aware of the power dynamics at play. I begin to remove my wrestling gear, each movement deliberate and calculated. The sound of Velcro tearing and fabric rustling fills the small space, amplifying the tension. I clean my wounds with alcohol, the sharp sting a reminder of the battle I just won. The scent of antiseptic mingles with the lingering aroma of the locker room, creating a unique blend that marks this moment as mine. As I finish, I turn to the shower, the steam already rising, ready to wash away the remnants of the match and prepare for what's to come. After the shower, I wear simple underwear, my little jean shorts and black crop top. I slide my feet into my dark brown birkenstock and wait for you. yt

19:18 Hana_Jeong: yt

19:23 Raven_Vex: My hips hit the bench and my hair was swinging left and right. "O-Okay.. Miss..." I first moved my right hand to my left foot and took off my shoe, then I took off the shoe on my right foot as well. I slowly sat up. I turned my back to you and first grabbed the latex crop top I was wearing and took it off, threw it away, then leaned forward and took off my latex shorts and panties. I walked slowly towards the shower and placed both hands on the wall in front of me and closed my eyes. The water from the shower was dripping first onto my hair, then down my back, my hips, and then down to my feet. yt

19:28 Hana_Jeong: As we enter my apartment, I let Raven step inside first, but I gently pull her hair back, causing her to halt. Leaning in close, my breath warm against her ear, I whisper, "Are you ready to be my bitch, Raven?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with anticipation and command. Raven's body tenses slightly, a shiver running down her spine as she processes my words. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of her breath and the distant hum of the city outside. yt

19:31 Hana_Jeong:

19:32 Raven_Vex: My head snapped up as my hair was pulled, and I swallowed, listening to your commanding tone. I closed my eyes tightly and said in my submissive tone, "Yes, I am ready to be your bitch." I placed my hands next to my ribs and held my head against you, my head still under your control. My slutty ass touches your abs of steel and I slowly open my eyes. I'm waiting, completely helpless and under your control yt

19:32 Hana_Jeong: (do you want to be submissive to me or just us making love?)

19:32 Raven_Vex: (sub/dom relationship is works for me)

19:32 Hana_Jeong: (I will dom you but softly if its ok)

19:33 Raven_Vex: (you are the owner, you can do what you want 😘 until rematch 😜)

19:36 Hana_Jeong: I reach out, my hands firm and commanding as they explore her strong, toned wrestler's body. My fingers trace the lines of her muscles, feeling the power and strength that lies beneath her skin. "These muscles weren't enough today, girl," I say, my voice a low growl. My palm connects with her flesh in a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Raven's body jolts at the impact, but she doesn't move, her eyes locked onto mine, waiting for my next command. "Get in my room," I order, my voice leaving no room for argument. Raven complies, her movements slow and deliberate, her body still trembling slightly from the smack. As she moves towards my bedroom, I follow close behind,. I turn her to me and tongue kiss her. I push her back and give her a big slap in the face while I smile to her. yt

19:43 Raven_Vex: As your hand explores my body, your harsh slap shakes my entire body, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Your commanding tone echoes again as every part of my naked body shakes. “Yes, Misstress Hana.” I slowly walk into your room, and as I examine my surroundings, I am roughly turned by you. Your tongue enters my lips, and I place my lips around yours, pressing them together. Then, as you push me back, your tongue slips from between my lips. Your slap hits my cheek hard, sending my hair flying and my head spinning to the left. My bare breasts sway, and I turn my head again to look at you. yt

19:48 Hana_Jeong: Raven's body trembles as my hand explores her, the harsh slap sending waves of sensation through her. "As your hand explores my body, your harsh slap shakes my entire body, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Your commanding tone echoes again as every part of my naked body shakes. 'Yes, Misstress Hana,'" she whispers, her voice a mix of fear and desire. I watch as she slowly walks into my room, her eyes taking in the surroundings. As she turns to face me, I roughly grab her, pulling her close. My tongue forces its way into her mouth, demanding a response. Raven complies, her lips pressing against mine, her body yielding to my touch. But as quickly as it began, I push her away, my tongue slipping from between her lips. My palm connects with her cheek in a sharp, stinging slap, sending her hair flying and her head spinning. "Don't call me mistress," I growl, my voice harsh and unyielding. "I'm just using you tonight. Tomorrow, another woman in the locker room will do the same to you." I grab her by the hair, forcing her to look up at me. "First, you're going to tell Hana you're the better woman," I command, my voice leaving no room for argument. I raise my hand again, ready to deliver another slap, my eyes locked onto hers, daring her to defy me. yt

20:00 Raven_Vex: My cheeks were red and burning after your slap, I was forced to hold my hair and look at you. I closed my eyes tightly and opened them. "They won't be able to." I pressed my lips and saw your hand near my cheek again. "O-Okay.. Hana." I took a deep breath and raised my hands and held them at my chest level. "Hana, You are better Woman" My hands reflexively stopped at my chest level while I was still under your control. yt

20:41 Hana_Jeong: "Good girl," I say, my voice laced with authority. "Now, get on your knees and show me how much you appreciate your mistress." I reach for the huge BBC strap-on, its impressive size a testament to my dominance. I present it to her, my eyes locked onto hers, ensuring she understands the magnitude of her submission. "Get on your knees, girl. I know you crave for dick. Everyone knows that in the locker room" Raven's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of the strap-on, her breath hitching in her throat. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. "Look at me, Raven," I command, my voice firm and unyielding. "This you new and natural position: a jobber slut." I laugh. yt

23:39 Raven_Vex: I slowly kneel down, placing my left knee on the floor first, then my right knee, and kneel in front of you. When I see your huge BBC strap-on, I part my lips and take the tip of your strap-on between my lips. My eyes meet yours as I swirl my tongue around the tip of your strap-on. I place my hands on my knees, spread my fingers, and gently press them against my own. I occasionally lift my body, trying to adjust the angle so the strap-on fits into my throat, my eyes fixed on you. yt

00:21 Hana_Jeong: "Mmm..." Raven's muffled moan vibrates against the strap-on, her eyes locked onto mine with a mix of fear and desire. She places her hands on her knees, spreading her fingers and gently pressing them against her own skin, a sign of her total surrender. I reach down, softly grabbing her head, my fingers tangling in her hair. "That's my girl," I murmur, my voice low and commanding. "You're doing so well for me." I can feel the power coursing through my veins, the thrill of domination and control. "Looks like you suck dick better than you wrestle, you should be proud," I taunt, my words laced with a mix of cruelty and admiration. With a sudden, firm motion, I push her backward onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly as she lands. I quickly position myself between her legs, lifting them over my shoulders, exposing her completely to me. I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. "The strap-on is huge, but I'm sure you're used to this," I whisper, my voice a low, teasing growl. As I slowly penetrate her, I can feel her body yielding, her pussy already overstretched and ready for me. I start to move, my hips thrusting in a steady, relentless rhythm. My eyes lock onto hers, ensuring she knows who is in control. Raven's body curls beneath me, her back arching as she takes every inch of the strap-on, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with each thrust. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around the strap-on, her body responding to my dominance. The room is filled with the sounds of our combined efforts, the slapping of skin against skin, and Raven's soft, desperate moans. I lean down, my lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, my tongue invading her mouth as I continue to fuck her with relentless intensity. Raven's hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, a silent plea for more.

00:22 Hana_Jeong: yt

13:28 Raven_Vex: Your strap-on slides down my throat, and my lips envelop it. I try to wet it thoroughly. You grip my hair as I run my tongue around it. My eyes widen as my lips brush against your abs, and I place my hands on your knees. I start to gag involuntarily. You grab my head and pull it back, taking a deep breath. My back hits the bed, and I place my legs over your shoulders. I lean my head back and bite my lower lip as you thrust your huge strap-on between my pussy lips. "Fuuuucccckk..." My breasts jiggle as you pound into me, and my moans intensify with each thrust. I arch my back, and the strap-on penetrates my pussy. Every thrust hits my g-spot. "Fucckk... Hana... oh my god... Hana..." yt

14:23 Hana_Jeong: Her body trembles beneath me, her orgasm building with each thrust. I can feel her inner muscles clenching tighter, her body preparing to shatter. With a final, powerful thrust, I send her over the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her release. I pull back, my eyes locked onto hers as I slowly withdraw the strap-on, ensuring she feels every inch of it leaving her body. Her body sags against the bed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her eyes glazed with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. "Omg, this bitch is actually enjoying," I taunt, my voice laced with a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Let's not make that happen." With a swift motion, I slap her, the sound echoing through the room her head snaps to the side, her eyes widening in surprise and pain. "Turn around and lay belly down with your legs closed,". Shecomplies, her body moving with a mix of fear and submission. I position myself behind her, my eyes locked onto her ass, already open and ready for me. I spit on her shithole, the sound wet , before slowly penetrating her. To my surprise, Raven's body yields easily, her asshole stretching to accommodate me. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me, her body responding to my invasion. I start to move, my hips thrusting in a steady, relentless rhythm, ensuring she feels every inch of me. "Holy fuck, bitch. The rumor is true ... everyone in the locker room has fucked your ass, jobber slut. " yt

14:38 Raven_Vex: With each thrust, my orgasm draws nearer. My pussy lips tighten around the strapon. With the last, hard thrust, I'm on the verge of orgasm, and my slutty mind can't stop thinking about overflowing. My eyes roll back, and my face involuntarily contorts into a hegao face. I lift my head when you pull the strapon out of my pussy. "Please... let me..." I turn over onto my stomach and close my legs at the harsh slap in my face. I reach my hands forward and bury my head into the bed. I lie motionless, anxious as your saliva hits my asshole, and when you insert the strapon into my ass, you take my anal virginity. "Fucccckkk... Please, slow Hana, this is my firs time." My breasts rub against the sheets, burning as you begin to pound me. I grip the sheets tightly with my hands as my head bobs back and forth. "Oh my god, oh my fucking god... Hana..." yt

14:43 Hana_Jeong: I lay my body over Raven's, my breath hot against her ear as I bite it violently. "I don't believe in you, this ass has been stuffed," I whisper, my voice a low, menacing growl. "You're a slut, and you know it." Raven's body trembles beneath me, her breath hitching as I consume her, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm, ensuring she feels every inch of the strap-on penetrating her ass. Her moans of pain mingle with my own, a symphony of dominance and submission. But I have no mercy. I continue to pound into her, my body covering hers completely, ensuring she can't escape the intensity of my assault. Her breasts rub against the sheets, the friction causing a burning sensation that only heightens her senses. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around the strap-on, her body responding to my dominance despite the pain. With a final, powerful thrust, I send her over the edge, her body shuddering with the force of her release. I pull back slightly, ensuring she feels every inch of the strap-on leaving her body, before pushing forward once more, ensuring she knows who is in control. "Don't beg, bitch. Take it like a real woman, you fucking weak jobber" yt

14:53 Raven_Vex: As you press your entire body against me, I bury my head in the sheets, and your whispers in my ear travel throughout my body. My moans increase with every thrust you make. "Arghhh... haaa... yess.. yes..." Your huge BBC strapon moves in and out of my ass. The sound of each thrust echoes throughout the room. The bed shakes with each thrust you make, and my orgasm approaches again, and you pull the strapon out just in time. My whole body begins to tremble beneath me as I experience my second edge. My voice is low and trembling. "Arghh... nghhh... Yes... i can take it... fucckkk.. meee..." Now your dominance over me makes me stop thinking about it. The fight inside me is completely over, and I can only think of taking it like a slut. yt

16:50 Hana_Jeong: I lean over Raven, my breath hot against her ear as I whisper, "Wtf are you cumming through the ass? You're pathetic, Raven, your dignity is over." Her body trembles beneath me, her breath hitching as I intensify the anal fuck, my hips moving with a relentless, punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, a brutal symphony of dominance and submission. I grab her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pull her back against me with each thrust. The bed shakes with the force of my movements, the frame creaking under the strain. Raven's body is a canvas of submission, her back arching as she takes every thrust, her shithole is a complete gap. yt

17:03 Raven_Vex: Your whole body is touching mine. "Fuckkk... yesss..... haa... arghhh..." My whole body is shaking and when your hands grip my hips you continue to fuck me relentlessly. I scream as the whole bed shakes. I squirt against the sheets. You continue to pull my hips towards you. I put my elbows on the sheets. "Arghhh... haaaa...naaa... i am cummminggg...." While my body is shaking from my orgasm, I try to slowly lay my stomach against the bed. I have no strength left in my body anymore. "Fuccckkk... arghhh... arghhhh...." yt

14:07 Hana_Jeong: I lean over Raven, my body pressing against hers as I continue to fuck her with relentless intensity. Her body is shaking beneath me, her screams of pleasure and pain filling the room. "You're pathetic, Raven," I taunt, my voice laced with cruelty. "Cumming from getting your ass fucked? How fucking weak are you?" Raven's body is limp, her strength sapped from the relentless assault on her senses. I can feel her asshole clenching around the strap-on, the vibrations building my own orgasm to a crescendo. Her hips are pulled tightly against mine, ensuring she feels every inch of me as I drive deeper, harder. "Look at you, all used up and useless," I mock, my voice a low, menacing growl. "Your ass has a huge gap, and you can't even take it like a real woman." With a final, powerful thrust, I send myself over the edge, my body convulsing with the force of my release. I pull back slightly, ensuring she feels every inch of the strap-on leaving her body, before commanding, "Clean your anal juices from my dick by sucking it, slut." yt

14:24 Raven_Vex: You put more pressure on me. The strapon continues to expand my ass. After my orgasm, you continue to fuck my sensitive ass. I hook my fingers into the sheets and squeeze hard. "Fucckkk... sorryy... stop... it's sooo... sensitive..." I take a deep breath as you remove the strapon from my body. I try to come to my senses. When you command, I bring my head in front of you as quickly as possible. Since I have no strength left in my body, I lie face down. I place my lips around the strapon and take it like a good girl. I lick and swallow my own anal juices. I begin to clean your strapon. yt

14:32 Raven_Vex:

14:37 Hana_Jeong: I grab Raven's head by the hair, my fingers tangling in her locks as I force her to take the strap-on deep into her throat. Her eyes widen in surprise and submission, her body trembling as I push her down, ensuring she feels every inch of it. "Look at me, Raven," I command, my voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to swallow every last drop of my cum. You're pathetic for cumming from getting your ass fucked, but now you're going to show me how much of a slut you really are." Raven's lips stretch wide around the strap-on, her eyes watering as she takes it deeper, her throat constricting with each thrust. I can feel the vibrations building, my own orgasm approaching with each powerful movement. "Fuck, yes," I groan, my voice laced with pleasure and dominance. "Take it all, you little slut. Swallow every drop." With a final, powerful thrust, I send myself over the edge, my body convulsing with the force of my release. I pull back slightly, ensuring she feels every inch of the strap-on leaving her throat, before pushing forward once more, ensuring she knows who is in control. Raven's body trembles beneath me, her eyes locked onto mine as she swallows every last drop of my fake creamy cum comming out from the strapon. I can feel her throat working, her body responding to my dominance despite the intensity of the moment. "Good girl," I murmur, my voice a low, approving growl. "You took me so well. You're no wrestler, you are a whore" yt

14:39 Hana_Jeong:

16:26 Raven_Vex: Your strap-on goes all the way down my throat, and it touches my little hole. My saliva flows around it and lands on the sheets. I gag on your strap-on. I close my eyes. I wince at your commanding voice, then open my eyes and look at you. I nod in agreement. With each thrust, my throat contracts, and I gag even harder. I place my hands on the bed and squeeze. Your fake cum flows from the tip of the strap-on, into my mouth, and down my throat, and I swallow it all. You take the strap-on out of my mouth, and I turn to the left, lying on my back, motionless. You speak to me in that commanding tone again. "I am not a wrestler, fuck... I am fucking whore..." yt

16:29 Raven_Vex:

12:55 Hana_Jeong: As she lies on her back, still dripping fluids from her shithole and pussey, turning her back on me, I can feel the weight of her humiliation and submission. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of her breathing. I've broken her spirit, bent her to my will, and made her my bitch. I own her, and the power of that knowledge courses through my veins. Yet, in this moment of victory, I feel a pang of something unexpected - a flicker of sympathy for the young woman I've just dominated. I reach out, my hand gentle as I touch her shoulder, feeling the warmth and sweat of her skin beneath my fingers. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the same spot, a stark contrast to the harshness of our earlier interactions. "Shh, it's okay," I whisper, my voice a soothing murmur. "I made you my bitch tonight, but you know you are a wonderful female wrestler." The words are a balm, an attempt to ease the sting of her humiliation, to acknowledge the strength and skill that brought her to this point.

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19:21 Raven_Vex: I sit up slowly. My body is tired, my breath short, but that familiar gleam in my eyes remains. Silence fills the room for a moment. I bow my head for a moment, placing my hands on my knees. My fingers tremble. Your words ring in my ears, a thin smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “You think you broke me?” I murmur to myself, my voice tired but with an icy composure. I lift my head, my gaze on you. “Maybe you did. Maybe tonight… you were stronger.” “Enjoy it. Because victories like that…” I pause briefly, my eyes sharpening, “…they never last long when I’m the one who fell.” [END?] yt

19:23 Hana_Jeong: "While it lasts... maybe we can just sleep together" I smirk. (END)