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00:32 Anna_jay8: I emerge from behind the curtain in my red outfit: a bra, very short shorts, high heels, and baggy socks. I'm Anna Jay, one of the stars of AEW. I walk towards the ring, shake hands with the audience, then enter and spin around, waving and blowing kisses. After that, I head to my corner

00:32 Anna_jay8:

00:41 White_Eagle: Celtic music plays in the arena. I make my entrance wearing white pants and gold boots and mask. I walk through the crowd, but I’m not greeted with the same energy you get. I’m a wrestler from a small independent promotion, not a major-league star like you. I step into the ring and stand right in front of you—face to face.

00:47 Anna_jay8: I narrow my eyes and observe your ambitious stance behind the golden mask, then slowly shake my head with a cool smile, replying with overwhelming confidence: 'I appreciate your ambition to attract attention, young man, but big dreams require big people, and you're standing in the wrong place entirely.' As soon as the referee finishes giving the starting signal, I try to surprise you with a quick, direct kick to the stomach.

00:53 White_Eagle: Your sudden attack catches me off guard. I wasn't ready yet. You kick me in the stomach. I fail to block it; I double over, clutching my midsection, and wheeze as I back away toward my corner. "Bitch!" I groan, a mix of pain and anger.

00:57 Anna_jay8: I give you no chance to catch your breath or recover from the shock; I rush towards you with quick, steady steps and close in on you, placing my hand on your shoulder and forcing you to your feet while I look at you mockingly and say, "Is that all you've got, kid? Showing off's over!" poised to deliver a punch to your face.

01:00 White_Eagle: Your surprise attack put me on the back foot and immediately gave you the advantage. You press the attack, closing the distance and landing a punch right in my face. It’s a violent blow. I stagger back, ending up with my back against the ropes. I try to place my hands on your chest to push you away and catch my breath.

01:05 Anna_jay8: I control your breathing as I allow you to lean against the ropes, then I step back with a mocking smile, waving to the cheering crowd, and say to you in a confident voice: "Is that all you came for? Come on, show me what you can do!" I await your next move.

01:08 White_Eagle: I’m sore from the blows I’ve taken, and you want to make a fool of me. I may not be an AEW star, but I have a reputation to uphold, and I can’t let you talk to me like that. I push off the ropes and extend my foot toward you, aiming to catch you on the chin with a big boot—my right foot heading straight for your face.

01:14 Anna_jay8: I'm taken aback by your sudden burst of energy from the ropes and your newfound confidence, ignited despite the pain. Before I can even react, your right foot slams into my face with a powerful, direct kick (a Big Boot) that sends my head reeling and throws me completely off balance! I let out a stifled cry of pain as I stagger back a few steps on the canvas, clutching my face and chin, trying to absorb the shock of the brutal blow. I brace myself with my right hand against the ropes, gasping for breath and writhing in agony.

01:16 White_Eagle: I look at you and take a deep breath. My blow has landed. Now, all that’s left is to press the attack. I see you near the ropes; I take a breath and then rush toward you. As I get close, I leap forward off my left foot, aiming to plant it on the second rope, then drive my right knee up to strike you under the chin.

01:21 Anna_jay8: As you rush towards me with all your might, ready to leap onto the ropes and exploit my wobble, I muster the last shred of focus at the crucial moment. Just as you leap to deliver the knee strike, I bend with sudden agility to the side and release the ropes in a split second! Your knee flies through the air, hoping you'll be the one to crash into the ropes.

01:25 White_Eagle: I leap to strike you in the face with my knee. But just when I was expecting nothing but the impact of my knee against your chin, you move aside and make me miss. I hit only the air and the top rope as you slip away. I step back into the ring, but I stagger, limping.

01:29 Anna_jay8: I breathe slowly, arms folded, watching you struggle to your feet, your veins throbbing. "Looks like jumping rope needs more practice, kid," I say sarcastically, my voice echoing through the hall. "Need a break?" I don't give you a chance to catch your breath; I rush toward you with quick, decisive steps, aiming for your injured leg with a powerful kick that sends you crashing back to your knees.

01:32 White_Eagle: I’m limping after my knee hit the rope. You come up behind me and, acting incredibly vicious, kick me in the leg. My leg buckles, and I’m forced down onto one knee on the mat. I groan in pain.

01:39 Anna_jay8: As you kneel, wincing in pain from your injured leg, I slowly approach you with confident, provocative steps. I bend down and grab your hair or golden mask roughly, forcing you to raise your head and face towards me amidst the jeers and jeers of the crowd! I say in a sharp, insulting tone: "So, this is your true level? Don't worry, I won't let you finish so quickly..." Before you realize what I intend, I grab your head forcefully and deliberately drag you towards me, attempting to slam your face and head into the corner of the ring.

01:44 White_Eagle: My face slams against the turnbuckle. It feels like my brain is being rattled inside my skull. My head snaps back, and I’m sent reeling toward the center of the ring. I stagger as if I’d downed a whole bottle of grappa in one gulp.

01:50 Anna_jay8: I watch you stagger around the ring like a drunk, then tilt my head with a mocking, biting smile and say, my voice echoing into the microphone for everyone to hear: 'Looks like that bottle of liquor you're talking about is all you can handle, kid... Is this the end for you? Shame on you!' Just as you slowly begin to straighten up, I sprint towards the ropes and bounce off them with full force, aiming my arms at your neck, attempting a clothesline move.

01:55 White_Eagle: I am limping, yet you hesitate and keep talking, giving me time to read your move. As you rush toward me, I crouch down to dodge your attack. I drive my shoulder into your midsection and place my hands on your thighs; then, arching my back, I attempt to launch you into the air and flip you over my shoulders with a back body drop.

02:00 Anna_jay8: Your ears are startled by the loud crash as I land violently on the hard canvas in the middle of the ring! I let out a stifled cry of pain as I writhe, gasping for air in my lungs, my hands flailing wildly as I frantically touch my waist and stomach. My body slams down hard as if I've taken a devastating blow.

02:03 White_Eagle: "Nice move, even if the landing could have been better." I take a running start, leap past you, and head for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. I jump, bouncing both feet off the middle rope; using it like a springboard to gain momentum, I attempt a mid-air flip to land on you with a Lionsault.

02:05 Anna_jay8: You grab the ropes and use them as a launchpad, soaring through the air to confidently execute the Lionsault. As your body closes in on me mid-air, your weight and momentum slam into my chest and stomach with brutal force! Your knees and heels deliver a slamming shock to my ribs, and I exhale sharply, a muffled cry of pain echoing through the hall. I freeze for a moment, stunned by the impact, while dizziness washes over me.

02:08 White_Eagle: The impact is tremendous; the ring shakes. My body crushes yours. I know this move hurts—and it has earned me victories. I try to pin you, hoping the Lionsault was enough to knock you out.

02:14 Anna_jay8: Just as I was about to lose consciousness from the excruciating pain, you surprised me by landing on top of me, using your full weight to pin my shoulders to the mat amidst the referee's rapid count and the roar of the cheering crowd: "One... Two...!" In a split second, before the referee's count reached its third, I painstakingly mustered every last bit of strength and determination to violently and abruptly lift my right shoulder off the canvas.

09:57 White_Eagle: Just as the referee is about to finish the count, you lift a shoulder and he stops counting. "Oh shit," I protest, but your kick-out was perfectly timed. I move in and get to my feet, but I grab your hair with both hands and try to pull you up. "Alright then, let's keep having some fun."

10:02 Anna_jay8: I let out a sharp groan of pain as I staggered completely under your harsh grip, which tugged at my hair and forcibly lifted me up. My grimacing feet tangled as I struggled to stay on my feet, my head jerking from the impact and utter exhaustion. I glanced at you through my weary eyes with one last defiant look.

10:07 White_Eagle: I pull you up by the hair, and you rise to your feet just as I planned. I take a breath, and the moment you are standing upright, I try to strike your chin with a European uppercut, slamming my arm against the underside of your chin.

12:09 Anna_jay8: My head jerked violently backward as if my neck were about to break, and sprays of sweat flew through the air amidst the resounding crash that shook the hall. I completely lost control and staggered backward, slamming into the back ropes and leaning against them, desperately trying to stop myself from falling completely while gasping for breath and struggling to stay upright.

17:07 White_Eagle: My arm connects beneath your chin; I feel your neck snap back from the blow, and you stagger. I look at you—your back is against the ropes. I try to use my agility to my advantage. I hop in place, then rush toward you, leap, and attempt to strike your chest with both feet in a dropkick.

17:17 Anna_jay8: My feet slam against a bony chest amidst a deafening crash, and my breath flies out all at once as if my lungs have been completely emptied! This powerful thrust throws me off any remaining balance. I lie motionless on the canvas, my eyes darting towards the ceiling of the hall as I gasp for air, unable even to raise my hand for help.

17:38 White_Eagle: My feet crush your chest; I fall onto my side. Moments later, you slump onto the canvas too. I quickly get to my feet and look at you. "Are you still alive?" I ask, speaking softly and hurriedly. Then I head to the corner of the ring and climb the ropes to stand on the top turnbuckle. I take a deep breath. I watch you.

17:41 Anna_jay8: I am powerless to respond or move, so I can only watch helplessly as you move away from me toward the corner of the ring. You climb the ropes swiftly, your hands and feet slamming against one support after another, until you stand proudly atop the top turnbuckle. You take a deep breath and gaze down at my helpless body slumped on the canvas, waiting for your final, decisive move amidst the hysterical screams of the crowd.

17:53 White_Eagle: I take one last breath and then jump. I extend my legs and spread my arms, trying to drop onto you like a diving eagle and slam my torso into your chest.

17:55 Anna_jay8: I slowly and with great difficulty raise my head from the canvas, only to see you exhale a final breath from the top of the pole, then soar into the air! You stretch your legs and spread your arms like a predatory eagle swooping down on its prey with ferocious ferocity. In a split second, you plummet with your full weight, crashing into my chest with devastating force. A muffled, choked scream escapes me as my lungs exhale the last drop of air, and my body is thrown back from the arena floor by the sheer impact. Drops of sweat and blood scatter in the air, and I gradually lose consciousness, collapsing lifeless onto the canvas, completely motionless.

17:58 White_Eagle: I crush you with my full weight. The ring shakes; I almost bounce off you. I roll to the side. I touch my chest, wincing in pain. I’m hurt, but I know you’re the one who took the worst of it. I look at you, slide over, and grab your leg to pull it toward your chest and attempt a pin.

18:04 Anna_jay8: You grip my leg tightly, pulling it forcefully towards my chest, leaning your full weight on top of me in an attempt to pin me down and end the fight. I lie motionless and without resistance, my eyes closed, while the referee descends to tap the canvas with his hand, announcing the count, and the crowd shouts along with him: One... Two...

18:06 White_Eagle: After a start where you gave me a hard time, it’s as if you’ve run out of steam under my blows. I hit you with my Diving Eagle, and now you look drained of energy. The ref is counting ONE, TWO... I’m just waiting for your hand to slap the canvas one more time.

18:16 Anna_jay8: Despite your weight on top of me and the devastating blow I received, my spirit refuses to surrender! With the referee's second count, and as his hand nears the final declaration of defeat, a last surge of adrenaline occurs; I gather every last ounce of energy in my body and violently yank my right shoulder off the canvas at the very last moment before the referee's third strike! My hand refuses to yield as I let out a sharp groan, crawling with one arm towards the nearby ropes, finally placing my trembling fingers on the bottom one to the astonishment of the hall.

18:21 White_Eagle: "WHAT?" The referee doesn't finish the count. I was just waiting for the final three-count, but the referee points to the rope. Your hand is on the bottom rope—I can't believe it. "No way!" I get to my feet and back away toward the ropes. Along with the disbelief, the exhaustion and pain—which the adrenaline had briefly masked—come flooding back. I cling to the rope and watch you, taking a few seconds to recover.

19:38 Anna_jay8: As you stand swaying, clutching the ropes to catch your breath and regain your balance, I begin to move very slowly across the canvas. I rest my trembling knees on the ground, my other hand gripping the lower rope tightly, while I slowly raise my head, tears and blood mingling on my face, looking at you with a burning, defiant gaze that says I am not finished yet.

21:06 White_Eagle: I watch you and breathe. Slowly, you pull yourself to your feet. You look very tired and injured. I gather my strength, breathing deeply. I wait for the right moment, then charge toward you, leap, and try to wrap my arms around your head to drag you down and slam your face into the canvas with a running DDT.

21:47 Anna_jay8: Before you can fully lock the noose and before your arm can wrap around my neck, I surprise you with a swift and sudden reaction; I gather the last ounce of energy in my body and deliver a powerful punch directly to the center of your stomach while you're in the air.

23:03 White_Eagle: I leap to grab your head and hit you with a DDT. But somehow, you manage to find the energy to react and dodge my attack. You land a powerful punch to my exposed stomach while I’m still in mid-air, knocking the wind out of me. I can't complete the move; I land back on the ground and stagger backward, doubled over with my hands clutching my abdomen.

00:00 Anna_jay8: I stand with my knees pressed to the ground, panting violently and coughing profusely, beads of sweat and blood dripping from my forehead as I struggle to catch my ragged breaths amidst this desperate fight for control.

08:59 White_Eagle: I double over in pain, clutching my abdomen and struggling to breathe, but I can see you’re in bad shape too. I slowly move toward you. Then, using my arm like a whip, I try to strike your chest with a frontal chop; if it connects, the entire crowd will hear the sound of my hand slamming against your chest.

12:44 Anna_jay8: I staggered, unable to dodge the attack due to sheer exhaustion, when your arm flew like a whip and slammed down with tremendous force directly onto my bare chest! Your hand slammed against my chest with a deafening, terrifying sound that filled the hall and was heard clearly by the audience. A sharp breath escaped me, and sprays of sweat flew into the air. My exhausted body collapsed under the weight of the powerful impact.

18:17 White_Eagle: After my chop, you collapse to the mat. I take a deep breath; now I want to finish you off. I head back to the corner, climbing the ropes until I’m sitting on the top turnbuckle, though I’m slower now. With my feet resting on the middle rope, I look down at you. "Are you getting up, or do you want to stay like that?"

18:45 Anna_jay8: I lay stretched out on the canvas, my consciousness absent, my body weighed down by the shock of that brutal blow to my chest. I could hear the echo of your exhausted words as you slowly climbed towards the corner, leaning on the ropes in a final defiant gesture, before settling on the top rope and posing your sarcastic question to me, panting heavily.

18:48 White_Eagle: Io ti guardo, vedo ch eti muovi, ma non mi rispondo. "OK" sussurro, quasi sarcastico. Poi salto allungo le gambe, come se stessi in pisizione seduta in aria e provo a cadere sul tuo petto con un legdrop

18:49 Anna_jay8: I lay stretched out on the canvas, unconscious and completely weighed down, when I saw you looking at me with a slight movement and whispering a mocking "OK." In an instant, you leaped into the air, your legs outstretched as if you were sitting in a void, before crashing down with your full weight and brutality in a devastating leg drop that landed directly on my bare chest! The violent impact pierced my ribcage, and I exhaled sharply, a sudden blast that expelled the last air from my lungs. Beads of sweat flew, and I slammed harder onto the mat as my muscles lost their last vestiges of tension, surrendering completely to your dominance amidst the stunned silence and cheers of the crowd.

18:55 White_Eagle: I fall onto you, crushing you with my full weight. My thighs slam into your kidneys and ribcage. I hear the crowd cheering. I think this is really it. I grab your shoulder and pull to roll you onto your back, then I cover you; this time I don't pull your leg—I'm too confident.

18:56 Anna_jay8: I slam my weight down on you, my thighs slamming forcefully against your kidneys and ribcage, sending a sharp, stabbing pain through my exhausted body as the roar of the crowd echoes through the hall like the inevitable end. You grab my shoulders and forcefully roll me onto my back, your unwavering confidence in your resolve evident. You press your body against mine, covering me completely, trying to hold me steady amidst the pitch-black darkness that blinds my eyes and my ragged breaths that are almost nonexistent.

18:58 White_Eagle: I'm on top of you, just waiting for the ref to finish the count so I can celebrate. The ref drops to the mat beside us and slaps his hand against the ring once, twice... ONE TWO...

18:58 Anna_jay8: I lay stretched out under the weight of my body, the canvas trembling beneath us as the referee's relentless pounding echoed in my ears. The referee descended beside me, his hand slamming to the floor in a resounding sound: One... Two... I was overcome with exhaustion and utter immobility, my eyes fixed on the ceiling of the courtroom as I endured the final seconds of this grueling encounter, amidst the roar of the crowd, which reached its peak in anticipation of the third count and the final decision.

14:17 White_Eagle: I am on top of you; the referee is counting. I know my blow was very hard—I hope decisive. I press my chest against yours to pin you to the mat. The referee continues: three, four, five...

11:57 Anna_jay8: I can barely keep my eyes open so as not to lose consciousness, while the referee continues counting and the audience responds with "Five.... Six..... Seven.... Eight.... Nine...."

15:49 White_Eagle: You don't move, I feel the excitement flooding my veins more and more with every number the referee calls. I feel like I'm about to win the match. You don't move, I'm about to explode. Nine and...

15:52 Anna_jay8: *ding.... Ding..... Ding.......*

16:16 White_Eagle: The match is finally over. You don't get up, I do it slowly, it was very tiring. I take a deep breath and then raise my arms in victory. You fought hard, but I managed to secure a victory.

16:22 Anna_jay8: The referee's hand slammed down one last time, and the bell rang, signaling the end of the fight: ten! The arena erupted in deafening cheers from the eagerly counting down crowd, while the commentator's voice rose through the loudspeakers, coldly announcing: "Knockout... White eagle!" I lay motionless on the floor, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.