Women fight women pro league

Hana_Jeong: get your ass in the ring, white bitch

Collared_Brooke: I climb up into the ring entering first. Wearing a black two piece wrestling attire, with white boots. I weigh 100 pounds and stand 5'. I pull on the too rope as I await my opponent

Hana_Jeong: I arrive in our pro wrestling academy ring room. There's no one else around except a jobber for me to practice. I climb up into the ring, I adjust my knee pads. I take off my hoodie and reveal my wrestling attire as in the picture. "Ready for your beatdown jobber

Collared_Brooke: I watch as you enter the gym, covered by your hoodie. You remove the hoodie and I get a good look at how tough you actually are. I swallow hard in my corner, then I slowly move towards the center of the ring with my arms raised in a fighting stance

Hana_Jeong: "Oh, come on," I taunt, my voice dripping with disdain. "You have no fighting spirit." With a swift and powerful movement, I grab her head, pulling her close. I deliver a massive knee to her gut, the impact resonating through her body. Her face smashes against the top turnbuckle, the force of the blow echoing in the gym. I watch as she stumbles, her body crumbling from the impact.

Collared_Brooke: I move towards you and you grab my head like the alpha predator you arm. You pull me in and drive a stiff knee into my stomach. I groan out in pain, then you take me and crash me into the turn buckle. The impact causing me to bounce back and fall to all fours on the mat before you

Hana_Jeong: I lean her against the corner, my posture relaxed yet menacing. The rookie girl struggles to regain her composure. With a swift motion, I launch myself forward, delivering two massive chops to her chest. The impact sends a jolt through her body, and she staggers backward. I follow up with a series of powerful fist punches to her face, each one precise and brutal. Her head snaps back with each blow

Collared_Brooke: it's a stark contrast, You relaxing against the ropes as I suffer on all fours. I crawl towards you and get up to my knees. Looking to get to my feet, you put a stop to that as you drive two hard chops to my chest. The sound echoed through the building as I grimace in pain. As my chest burns you continue the assulat with a series of punches. My head bouncing around from each one, until the final one sends me falling back. I hit the mat hard as I crumble onto my back. My lip swollen and slightly bleeding.

Hana_Jeong: I scream in fury, my voice echoing through the gym. With a swift and brutal motion, I grab the rookie girl by her hair, pulling her head back sharply. I slam her face against the mat with all my strength, feeling the impact resonate through her body. The force of the blow causes her to crumple, her body going limp. I drag her by the hair across the mat, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. Her body slides out of the ring, and I follow, stepping over the apron to grab a chair.

07:39 Collared_Brooke: I can't believe the fury that has been unleashed so far. My body laid out on the mat. You move above me and grab my hair. Slamming my head over and over into the mat. Pain shooting through my body as I go limp. You drag me across the ring and dump me to the floor. I hit the floor hard as you climb out after me

Hana_Jeong: I stand over the rookie girl, my fury unabated. With a swift and powerful motion, I deliver a massive kick to her ribs, the sound of my kickpad connecting with her skin echoing through the gym. She groans in pain, her body convulsing from the impact. I grab the chair, my grip tight and determined. I raise it high above my head and bring it crashing down on her face, once, twice, three times. Each blow is precise and brutal, the sound of the chair connecting with her skin a stark reminder of her utter defeat. Her face is a mess of blood and bruises.

Collared_Brooke: my body laying on the floor as an easy target. You kick me with a brutal punt. The impact crushing me between your kickpad and the ring. I groan in pain as you grab a chair. You bash the chair over my head. Three brutal blows and I fall face down into the dirty floor. My head busted open and blood flowing from my skull as I lay in a pool of blood

Collared_Brooke: if this were on the street it would be considered an assault. In the ring it's a legal massacre. My already bloody face is drug across the floor. My lifeless body propped up against the steps. You leap into the air and aim a chair assisted drop kick at my head. The steel thumping off my head. My skull crunching on impact. My body slumps to the side. Blood gushing down my face

Hana_Jeong: In the midst of this chaos, a fellow female wrestler enters the scene, her eyes wide with shock. "Omg, Hana, is she dead?" she asks, her voice trembling. I glance at her, my expression cold and unyielding. "I don't think so, but she's almost there," I reply, my voice devoid of emotion. The girl shakes her head, a mixture of disgust and resignation in her eyes. "It's always the same when they give you a jobber: blood everywhere," she mutters. "Just put that thing out of her misery, will you?" Her words hang in the air. I untie her from the ring post, my movements swift and precise. I grab her by what remains of her hair, the strands slick with blood and sweat. "Are you ready to be finished, jobber?" I ask, my voice a low growl, laced with a mix of contempt and finality. Her body trembles, a pathetic attempt at resistance, but it's clear she's utterly broken

Collared_Brooke: like cattle being led to slaughter I'm thrown over your shoulder. You carry my corpse to the locker room. My body jerks as you toss me to the floor. You kick me and blood splatters everywhere with every impact. You punch my face and shatter my nose. Then you wrap your chain around my neck. My eyes roll back into my head as my air is cut off. I start to pass out when the chain cuts into my neck. Digging right into an artery. I bleed out all over the floor. My body falling limp and motionless

Hana_Jeong: Blood gushes out, pooling on the floor as her body falls limp and motionless. I notice her body does not respond anymore; she's dead. "Fuck..." I mutter, staring at the puddle of blood on the cold floor. I put her inside a black bin bag, her lifeless body a mere burden now. I carry her corpse over my shoulder, heading towards the big trash container in the backyard. Suddenly, I see the booker, his eyes narrowed and filled with anger. "Do you think you can kill a jobber girl and walk away like that?" he growls, his voice laced with menace. "I don't understand, you said I could use her," I reply, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. He shakes his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "She was also my fuck toy. You know what it means, Hana," he says, his voice a low growl. He points a gun at me, the silencer a chilling addition to the already grim scene. "No, please, I beg you... please... arrrghhh," I cry out, my voice cut short as the bullet tears through my skull, I fall on my knees on the soil and after some seconds my body falls down like dead meat. My corpse joins hers in the trash container. (END)