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15:06 Chris_Dickens: The arena is packed to the rafters, a massive crowd. This is my moment to show off and aspire to a title shot in OPCW. The announcer takes the mic while the speakers blare "Who let the dogs out!" I make my entrance, wearing a gray tank top, black trunks, and white boots, my hairy chest a mixture of oil and sweat. I take off my tank top and throw it to the crowd. The person who grabs it makes a disgusted face. Meanwhile, the announcer says, "From the United States, but representing Austria, he is the mad dog of the OPCW, let's welcome Chris Dickens." I raise my arms and then climb onto the ring apron. I show off my biceps and my tongue to the crowd, and finally enter the ring. I prepare myself in my corner. My music slowly fades away, and I prepare to welcome my opponent.

15:06 Chris_Dickens:

15:25 Hana_Jeong: I linger just behind the curtain, my fingers lightly pressing against my knee pads as I adjust them one more time. My heart is beating faster than usual—this isn’t just another match. This is OPCW debut. And across the ring… a man. I take a slow breath, steadying myself, trying to push the nerves down where they belong. Then my music hits. That’s all it takes. I burst through the curtain with a bright, energetic smile, instantly feeding off the crowd’s reaction as I sprint down the ramp. My hand reaches out instinctively, high-fiving fans on both sides, their energy fueling me step by step. By the time I reach the ring, I don’t hesitate. I slide smoothly under the bottom rope, my body gliding across the canvas before popping back up to my feet in one fluid motion. I don’t stop there. I rush to the corner and leap up onto the top turnbuckle, balancing effortlessly as I raise my hand shading my eyes as if I’m searching far into the distance. The crowd reacts, and I let myself hold the moment for just a second longer before pushing off flipping backward in a clean, beautiful backflip. I land perfectly on both feet, knees bending just slightly to absorb the impact, my hair bouncing as I straighten up with a confident grin. “From South Korea… she is the Korean Sweetheart… HANA JEONG!” I wave warmly to the audience, my smile genuine despite the nerves still flickering underneath. Then, slowly, my attention shifts. The playful energy fades just a touch as I walk back to my corner, resting my arms along the ropes for a second. I grip the top rope, rolling my shoulders back, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet as I wait for the ring bell.

15:25 Hana_Jeong:

15:25 Hana_Jeong:

15:28 Chris_Dickens: I watch you, my legs shaking, there's too much adrenaline inside me. I hear your name, then I see you enter the ring. I can't hold back, I can't wait another second. The referee hasn't finished his checks yet and hasn't yet made his pre-match recommendations. I'm pure instinct. I run towards you and try to hit you in the chin with my right forearm to slam your shoulders into your corner.

15:30 Hana_Jeong: I barely have time to settle into my corner, still bouncing lightly on my feet, when suddenly you explode forward. My eyes widen. Your forearm crashes hard into my chin, snapping my head back on impact. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as my whole body jolts from the force, my back slamming violently into the turnbuckles behind me. The ropes shake from the impact as I’m crushed into the corner, my arms draping awkwardly over the top ropes. My legs feel unsteady, almost giving out beneath me as I slump there, stunned. I blink rapidly, dazed, my head tilting slightly to the side as I try to process what just happened.

15:35 Chris_Dickens: You're surprised, my unfair attack hits home. The referee doesn't know what to do, he hesitates, then gives the signal to ring the bell. The crowd roars boo-boos at me and the referee. The ropes tremble after your back hits the corner. I'm furious and I don't want to stop. I bend down and try to hit you with shoulder thrusts to your abdomen, holding onto the second rope with my hands.

15:35 Chris_Dickens:

15:45 Hana_Jeong: The bell barely even registers in my ears before you’re already on me again. My eyes are still glassy, my body still recovering from that first hit when you suddenly drive your shoulder straight into my stomach. “Aghh!” The air rushes out of me instantly and a spray of drool comes out of my mouth. My body jolts, folding forward from the impact, but there’s nowhere to go. You keep hold of the ropes and slam into me again, and again, each thrust forcing a broken gasp from my lips. “Ahhng” It feels like you’re about to break me in two. My hips press back hard into the corner, my butt digging into the bottom turnbuckle as my body crumples under the pressure. My midsection caves in, my arms hanging uselessly over your back as I fold forward, my upper body draped over you.

09:09 Chris_Dickens: When my shoulder hits your abdomen, I feel your body bend over mine. The ring shakes, and I can feel your pain. After a few shoulder bumps, however, I stop, stand up straight, and grab your head, hooking it with my right arm. "Are you already regretting agreeing to fight tonight?" Then I start running toward the center of the ring, squeezing your head under my armpit. I jump and try to slam your head into the mat as I fall on my butt. I try to connect with a bulldog.

09:09 Chris_Dickens:

17:44 Hana_Jeong: I barely manage to suck in a breath as you stop, my body still folded forward and draped over you. My arms hang weakly, my stomach aching from those repeated shots, when suddenly your arm snakes around my head. You pull me in tight, my cheek pressed against your side, your grip firm as you hook me. I hear your words, but I can’t even answer, still trying to recover, my legs unsteady beneath me as you start moving. You drag me out of the corner, my feet stumbling as I’m forced to run with you toward the center of the ring. My hands instinctively come up, trying to push against you, but there’s no strength behind them. Then you jump. My eyes widen just before impact “Ahhh!” My face and upper body are driven hard into the mat as you drop into the bulldog. The canvas thuds loudly beneath me as my body snaps down, bouncing slightly from the impact before going limp. I roll weakly onto my side, one hand clutching at the mat, the other moving up toward my head, a soft groan escaping my lips. My legs curl slightly, boots scraping faintly against the canvas as I lie there, dazed… already struggling just to keep up.

17:44 Hana_Jeong:

17:53 Chris_Dickens: The ring shakes as our bodies hit the canvas. The crowd roars, and I sit up and watch the crowd hurl insults at me. I don't care. Then I turn to you, grab your shoulder, and pull you onto your back. Then I cover you, grab your leg, and place my chest on yours for a quick pin attempt.

17:55 Hana_Jeong: My shoulder twists violently as I break the count at two, my body rolling slightly to the side as I escape the pin. I gasp sharply, dragging in air, one arm instinctively wrapping around my midsection while I try to push myself away from you, still dazed but refusing to stay down.

17:58 Chris_Dickens: Too soon, despite the hard blows I'd dealt, I couldn't hope to finish so quickly. "OK, it's not my fault, just so you know," I whisper as I stand up. I grab your hair and as I stand, I pull you up too, bringing you to your feet, and I think about my next move. The crowd is still roaring.

14:02 Hana_Jeong: I barely have a moment to recover before your hand tangles into my hair. “Aahh!” A sharp cry escapes me as you yank me up, my body forced to follow. My hands instinctively grab at your wrist, trying to ease the pull, my face twisted in pain as I’m dragged back to my feet, still unsteady. I stagger for a second once I’m upright, my chest rising and falling, eyes half-lidded… but something in me snaps. “Ahh!” I drive my fist forward, slamming it into your abs with whatever strength I can muster. Before you can react, I push through the dizziness, stepping into you as my forearm comes swinging up aiming your face.

14:08 Chris_Dickens: My next move is already flashing in my head, which I'll execute as soon as you're upright. You already seem exhausted. But suddenly I feel a blow to my stomach. I bend over and cough, stopping my action. Then I take your forearm in my face too. My head snaps back AGGRRR, I stagger in pain. I stroke my face and then shake my head as if to chase away the pain. "You bitch, you're going to pay for this."

14:35 Hana_Jeong: His words barely register through the pounding in my head, but the tone… that I feel. Still breathing hard, I take a step back, then another, creating just enough space. My eyes stay locked on you as I turn and sprint toward the ropes behind me. My back hits the ropes. They stretch and sling me forward. “Ahh!” I come rushing back at you, adrenaline pushing me through the pain as I leap up, both legs shooting forward in a running dropkick aimed straight at your chest, trying to finally shake that powerful body and create some breathing room.

14:41 Chris_Dickens: I'm staggering and in pain, but I watch you run toward me. I want to grab you, but you're fast, you jump, and you hit me in the chest with both feet. I'm thrown toward the ropes. My feet almost come off the canvas. My back hits the ring ropes, and I have to put my arms on the top rope and hold on to keep from falling to the ground. I shake my head, stunned.

19:27 Hana_Jeong: I land on my back from the dropkick, rolling through the impact before quickly pushing myself up to my knees. My chest rises and falls, but when I look up and see you slumped against the ropes, clearly stunned, something clicks. This is my chance. I don’t hesitate. I spring to my feet and take off toward the ropes again, my steps quick despite the lingering pain. As I reach them, I grab the top rope and leap up in one fluid motion, my body balancing for just a split second. Then I launch myself backward. “Ahh!” I twist in midair, bringing both feet forward as I fire off a beautiful springboard dropkick aimed straight at your head, trying to send you ringside.

15:33 Chris_Dickens: I shake my head, feeling the crowd applaud your momentary comeback. I grab the ropes and try to find you. When I see you, you're in action, your feet bouncing off the rope and then you lunge toward me. The soles of your boots slam right into my left cheek, my head snapping to the side. I stagger, then lose my balance and shit near the corner of the ring. My head hits the second turnbuckle and then I collapse to the canvas, dazed and with a splitting headache.

19:12 Hana_Jeong: I see you collapse near the corner, your body slumped and dazed, and I don’t hesitate for a second. I rush forward, grabbing onto the ropes as I step onto the middle rope, my body moving on instinct. With a quick breath, I throw myself upward and hook my legs over the top rope, hanging upside down for just a split second, my hair falling toward the mat. Then I snap into motion. With a sharp cry, I release and swing down, both legs extending powerfully as I descend, aiming a huge double kick straight at your head.

16:44 Chris_Dickens: I'm in the corner, dazed by your constant kicks. You move with agility, using the ropes as springboards. Then the soles of your boots slam into my face once again. My head is crushed against the turnbuckle. I collapse to the ground and roll under the top rope, onto the ring apron, and then collapse onto the unprotected outside floor.

17:12 Hana_Jeong: I stay by the ropes, gripping the bottom rope tightly as I lean forward, watching you spill out of the ring and crash onto the floor. My chest is rising and falling fast, my heart pounding hard from the burst of offense. “Get up! ” I shout, my voice pushing you as much as my presence. I keep my eyes locked on you, barely blinking, waiting… watching as you slowly start to stir and pull yourself up using the guardrail. That’s all I need. I release the rope and quickly climb up, stepping onto the apron and then springing up onto the top rope in one smooth motion. I balance for just a split second, my body tense. Then I launch myself. I leap out toward you, twisting my body mid-air as my legs shoot up around your head, trying to snap into a flying hurricanrana and use the momentum to flip you forward, aiming to send you crashing hard against the guardrail outside.

17:18 Chris_Dickens: I struggle to my feet, taking all the time I need to catch my breath and regain my energy. I hear the crowd shouting something, and I realize you're preparing something dangerous. I'm in no rush; I grab the guardrail and slowly pull myself up. As soon as I'm on my feet, I turn to you and notice you jump off the rope and fly toward me. I take a side step to get out of your way, and then, while you're almost close to me but still in the air, I push with both hands to your side, making you fall to the ground in a sloppy manner.

17:20 Hana_Jeong: I launch myself through the air, fully committing to the hurricanrana, my legs reaching out for your head but suddenly you’re not there. My eyes widen mid-flight. You sidestep, and before I can adjust, your hands shove hard into my side. My body twists awkwardly in the air, completely thrown off balance. I crash down to the outside floor with a rough, sloppy impact. “AAH!” My back and hip hit first, the rest of my body following in a painful sprawl. The air gets knocked out of me as I roll onto my side, clutching at my ribs, my legs pulling in instinctively. “AARRRGGghh…” I scream on the floor near your feet, breathing uneven, my face tightening in pain as the failed move leaves me completely exposed on the outside.

17:24 Chris_Dickens: I lean forward, place my hands on my thighs, and look at you. You gasp on the ground in pain. The fall was undoubtedly disastrous and gave me a huge advantage. I take a few more seconds and then I bend down to grab your hair and pull you up to your feet. If I can, as soon as you're upright, I'll deliver a backhand chop to your chest.

17:31 Hana_Jeong: My body follows helplessly as you drag me up, my legs shaky, barely supporting me. I wince, one hand instinctively reaching for your wrist, trying to ease the pull as I’m forced upright in front of you. “AAAAAAAAHH FUCK!” Your backhand chop explodes across my chest, the sharp sound echoing as my body jolts from the impact. My back arches, a cry tearing out of me as my arms fling outward for a second. I stagger in place, my free hand flying to my chest, wincing, my breathing breaking again as I try to stay on my feet after the brutal strike.

17:33 Chris_Dickens: The sound of my chop on your chest echoes throughout the arena. I've regained control of the match after several moments of difficulty. I approach you and grab your wrist, pull you, and then try to throw you with an Irish whip against the ring apron, slamming your back into the structure supporting the ring.

18:26 Hana_Jeong: Before I can react, you yank me forward and send me running. I stumble into the Irish whip, my legs trying to keep up, but I’m already off balance “Ahh!” I slam hard back-first into the edge of the ring apron. The impact is brutal. “AAGH!” My body folds instantly from the pain, my arms wrapping around my midsection as I stagger forward a step, my knees buckling. I lean against the apron for support, my forehead briefly pressing against it, my breathing completely thrown off as the hard edge digs into my lower back.

18:28 Chris_Dickens: I growl, I know you're in pain, I want to end the match as soon as possible. I grab your hair with one hand, and your panties with the other. Then I push you back onto the apron to roll you under the bottom rope. I follow you into the ring and stand up, while the crowd boos me.

18:35 Hana_Jeong: I’m still doubled over against the apron, one arm wrapped around my lower back, when you grab me again. My hair and trunks get pulled at the same time and I let out a sharp cry. “Ahh!” There’s no resistance left in me at that moment you shove me up and I spill onto the apron, rolling awkwardly under the bottom rope back into the ring. “Ugh…” I land on my side and immediately try to push myself up, but it’s slow, shaky. My hand presses to the mat as I get to one knee, breathing hard, trying to shake off the pain in my back. I hear the crowd reacting to you, but I’m focused on just getting vertical again.

18:45 Chris_Dickens: I enter the ring and stand up. You try to get up too, but you're slower and it seems like you're struggling. I approach you. "What's up, girl? Are you done?" I ask you. I take your arm and pull you to me. "Are you ready to fly?" I call out one of my finishing moves. I lift your arm and slide mine under your armpit. I grab your wrist with my free hand, pinning your arm between your legs. Finally, I pull hard to lift you with all my strength over my shoulder to perform a Pump Handle Slam.

10:47 Hana_Jeong: I barely have time to react as you grab my arm and pull me in. My body is sluggish, my legs still unsteady as you control me completely. You thread my arm through, trapping it, and I feel my balance disappear. My eyes widen as I realize what’s coming, but I don’t have the strength left to fight it. You lift. My feet leave the mat as my body is hauled up onto your shoulder, my trapped arm keeping me helpless. For a split second I’m suspended there, disoriented, my hair hanging down as I gasp. Then you drive me down. “AAAHHH!” My back SLAMS violently into the canvas with the pump handle slam, the impact echoing through the ring. My whole body jolts from the force, legs kicking slightly on impact before dropping flat. The air is completely knocked out of me. I arch slightly for a second, then collapse, my body going limp against the mat. My arms fall to my sides, one leg bent awkwardly as I lie there staring blankly upward, eyes half-open but unfocused. A weak, broken breath escapes my lips. I barely move, chest rising faintly, my body looking completely wrecked from the slam… almost knocked out as I lay motionless in the center of the ring.

14:41 Chris_Dickens: Your body slams onto the canvas and the ring shakes. You're crushed beneath my body. I kneel beside you, looking at you; you look dazed and in pain. The crowd tries to cheer you on, but I doubt their chants can help you regain your energy and health. I grab your leg and pull it toward your chest, lower my chest toward you, and then look at the referee, waiting for the three count to begin.

17:24 Hana_Jeong: I don’t even feel you hook my leg. My body just lies there, completely spent, chest barely rising as I stare blankly up at the lights. The crowd noise feels distant, muffled, like it’s fading away. The referee drops beside us. “One…” No reaction. My arms don’t move, my body doesn’t respond. “Two…” A faint twitch runs through my leg, but there’s no strength behind it… no real attempt to escape. “Three.” The mat gets slapped for the final time. It’s over. I remain on my back, eyes half-open, breathing shallow… completely out, unable to kick out after the devastating slam.

17:49 Chris_Dickens: I wait for the referee to finish his count, while I hold your leg straight across your chest. I don't move, but I listen to the sound of your hand slapping the canvas. I accompany the sound with head movements from top to bottom. Some in the crowd are resigned, many are cheering you on. Then, when the third clap of hands is heard in the ring and the subsequent sound of the bell, the arena falls into an icy silence. I let go of your leg and then stand up. I offer my arm to the referee and let him raise mine in victory. At that precise moment, the crowd starts to roar boooo and shower me with insults. Clearly, this isn't the result the crowd wanted.