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Hana_Jeong: I walk into the locker room, and everyone stops what they're doing. They turn to look at me, and I can feel their eyes on me. The room is quiet for a moment, and then I hear whispers of congratulations. The girls gather around me, their faces lit up with smiles. They hug me, and I can feel their warmth and support. It's a nice feeling, knowing that they care. "Hana, your moonsault was amazing!", a rookie girl shouts at me. I feel bless this moment ... I never expected a poor girl from the suburbs of Busan who lost her parents not so long ago could be in the tournament final to become NWA's champion. I arrive on my locker and I kiss my right taped wrist where I secretly hide a small folded picture of me and my parents. One of the girls starts to spray bear on me. "Hey girls stop I didn't win anything" I laugh. I sit down on the bench exhausted and sweaty but happy ready to take off this sweaty gear and these kickpads that feel super heavy.
Aiko_Tanaka: I was watching the match from my room when suddenly your moonsault connects perfectly and gives you the victory. In anger, I throw a glass water bottle, which shatters against the wall. "Seriously, why her? She'll never let me go!" I yell as I try and calm myself. "Okay, let's look on the bright side, it'll be an easy win and the belt will be mine!" I sit back down when suddenly an idea pops into my head. "Hmm, what if I took the advantage right now?" I get up again and leave the room. I walk into the locker room determined. A few people understand what I'm about to do and prefer to move aside. I hear the noise coming from your locker room and I open the door wide. I stand there wearing black leather pants that hug my hips and a tight white top. 
"Well... you're in a terrible state, my poor girl. Look at you, all sweaty, as if your opponent were actually strong!" I moved closer, firmly pushing away one of the girls who was trying to hold me back. I stood in front of you, looking at you with disdain "So I guess you're my next opponent Hana ? Once again..."
"Well... you're in a terrible state, my poor girl. Look at you, all sweaty, as if your opponent were actually strong!" I moved closer, firmly pushing away one of the girls who was trying to hold me back. I stood in front of you, looking at you with disdain "So I guess you're my next opponent Hana ? Once again..."Hana_Jeong: As she pushes her way through the crowd, her eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a familiar knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach. Aiko and I have been enemies since our first day at the wrestling school, and her presence always brings back memories of her bullying and taunts. I can feel the blood rush to my face, a mix of anger and embarrassment. The girls around me try to hold her back, but Aiko shoves them aside, her focus solely on me.I take a deep breath, channeling my anxiety into determination. I step forward, closing the distance between us. "Guess it's time to see who's the better woman?" I say, my voice steady and clear. Aiko's smirk fades, replaced by a look of surprise and anger. I continue, my words sharp and unyielding. "Go home, Aiko. Make good love with your man and sleep well. Because tomorrow only one of us will be standing up for good." I hold her gaze, my eyes boring into hers. I want her to feel the weight of my words, the promise of a fierce battle ahead. In Korean, I insult her: "나는 너를 내 년으로 만들 거야." (I will make you my bitch.) The room falls silent, the tension between us palpable. I can see the fury in Aiko's eyes, but I don't back down.
Aiko_Tanaka: Secretly, I appreciate your reaction. I prefer a little brat like you to some useless jobber like the others girls standing around us... I'll have more fun with you. You straighten up and come to confront me. I let you talk shitwithout moving much. I'm slightly taller and a bit thicker than you, but I don't see an ounce of fear in your eyes. I smile calmly before immediately changing my tone. I grab the right strap of your sweaty top and pull hard, pulling you roughly against me. I press my larger breasts against yours and whisper in your ear, "I don't know what you just said, but believe me... 君が私の小さな女だということを思い出させてあげる. (I'll make sure you remember that you're my slut). I hold the strap of your top in my hand pulling harder and harder to hold you against me.
Hana_Jeong: Aiko's words hang in the air, her tone shifting from mocking to menacing in an instant. She grabs the right strap of my sweaty top, pulling it hard and yanking me roughly against her. I stumble forward, my body pressing against hers, and I can feel the firmness of her breasts against my own. Her grip is tight, and I can't help but groan as the strap digs into my skin.he whispers into my ear, her breath hot against my skin. I can feel the intensity of her gaze, even though I can't see her face. My heart races, a mix of fear and anger coursing through my veins. I'm vulnerable, held tightly against her, and I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. I have to struggle, I can't be afraid of her. I take a deep breath, gathering my strength. I push back against her, trying to create some space between us. My hands find her shoulders, and I shove her away, breaking free from her grip. I step back, my chest heaving, and I meet her gaze with a fierce determination. "Is that all you've got, Aiko?" I challenge, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Tomorrow, in the ring, I'll show you exactly who the better woman is." The other girls rush to separate us
Aiko_Tanaka: You push me away and I have to let go of your strap, which slaps against your shoulder. I step back a little, hands in the air, still with that mocking smile on my face. "Yeah, we'll see tomorrow, I can't wait," I say, glancing around at the girls who seem tense too. "By the way, you were talking about my husband. Don't worry, everything's fine, and we'll have the best sex of our lives once I beat you in this ring tomorrow for the belt." I place a finger on your abs, sliding it gently. "I hope you'll be ready; it's going to be spectacular!" Suddenly, I pull my hand away and give you a light tap with the back of my hand on your crotch, nothing painful just to embarass you. At that moment, one of the girls to my left yells at me, and I respond by hitting her right in the face, sending her falling on her back. In no time, the tension explodes, and everyone rushes between us. I try to grab your hair and hit you once or twice before we get separate.
Hana_Jeong: Suddenly, she pulls her hand away and gives me a light tap with the back of her hand on my crotch. It's not painful, but it's humiliating, and I can feel my face flush with embarrassment. In that moment, one of the girls to my left yells at Aiko, her voice filled with anger. Aiko responds instantly, hitting the girl right in the face, sending her falling backward. The tension in the room explodes, and everyone rushes between us, trying to separate us. Aiko tries to grab my hair, her fingers tangling in it, and she manages to hit me once or twice before we're finally pulled apart. I can feel the sting of her blows, but I refuse to show any sign of weakness. I stand there, breathing heavily, my eyes locked on Aiko's, but deep inside I feel vulnerable, afraid. I rush to help the rookie girl you just slapped.
Hana_Jeong: Moments after the chaotic scene in the locker room, I arrive home, my emotions a whirlwind of anger, fear, and vulnerability. As I step through the door, I find Ryan waiting for me, his warm eyes filled with concern and love. I collapse into his arms, the tears finally breaking free. "I'm not gonna make it, Ryan," I sob, my voice shaking. "Her psychological game... it got to me." Ryan holds me tightly, his strong arms a safe haven. "Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "You've been waiting for this moment, Hana. You're going to shine. You can do this." I look up at him, my eyes filled with tears, and he wipes them away gently with his thumbs. "I believe in you," he says, his voice steady and sure. "You're the strongest person I know." I hug him tightly, feeling his warmth and love envelop me. We stay like that for a moment, just holding each other, before Ryan takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. We make love slowly, passionately, as if the world is going to end tomorrow. I pour all my fears, my hopes, and my love into every touch, every kiss. I give him the best oral sex I have ever done to him, full of passion and tenderness. It's a moment of pure connection. As we lie in each other's arms, our breaths slowly returning to normal, I whisper, "Tomorrow, I will make you proud of me." Ryan kisses the top of my head, his voice soft and sure. "You already do, Hana. Every day. But tomorrow, you'll shine brighter than ever. I'll be there, cheering you on no matter the result." We drift off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our hearts full. Despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, in this moment, I feel invincible, ready to face whatever comes my way.
Aiko_Tanaka: Finally I leave the room letting you taking care of the poor jobber I have just knocked out. I'm proud of myself, as always but now it's time for me to get ready for tomorrow because it's an important day. I called my husband, told him that I need to focus tonight but the promises I made to him for the day after my victory were enough to convinced him without any hesitation.
(Skip to the fight)
It's time. I'm in my locker room, ready to step into the ring. My coach gives me a few last-minute tips and talks about strategy while my manager massages my thighs. I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. Confident, I pose for a moment. My red outfit is sculpting my muscles, and a little baby oil makes my powerful curves shine. 
Tonight is my night, it's my title, and no one can stand in my way! My music starts, and I make my entrance. Slow and powerful, I let the crowd admire me. They're booing, especially since the backstage incident was broadcast, but I don't care. I slip between the ropes and head to my corner, adjusting my gear, my boots, and my top, waiting for your entrance
Tonight is my night, it's my title, and no one can stand in my way! My music starts, and I make my entrance. Slow and powerful, I let the crowd admire me. They're booing, especially since the backstage incident was broadcast, but I don't care. I slip between the ropes and head to my corner, adjusting my gear, my boots, and my top, waiting for your entranceHana_Jeong: I stand alone in the locker room, the weight of anticipation heavy on my shoulders. My pro wrestling gear hugs my body tightly: a light yellow spandex bra, light blue minimal trunks, transparent collants, and white knee and elbow pads. My white kickpads and Asics wrestling shoes complete the ensemble. I tie my hair back, the strands slipping through my fingers as I secure it into a neat ponytail. In the mirror, I see the reflection of a determined woman, her eyes alight with a mix of nerves and excitement. I apply a touch of makeup, a ritual to bolster my confidence, and take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air; I've already smoked five in the last thirty minutes, each drag a futile attempt to calm my nerves. Stretching my limbs, I feel the familiar ache of muscles primed for action. The GM arrives, his voice cutting through the silence. "Hana, you enter in 10 minutes." I reach for the photo of my family, taped to my right wrist, and press it to my lips. They are watching me. I take off my hoodie and step into the corridor. There, I see Ryan, his eyes filled with pride and encouragement. "Do your best, baby," he says, his voice steady and sure. I lean into him, our lips meeting in a kiss. I hug him tightly, feeling the strength in his embrace, and then we split. As I walk towards the curtains, my heart races "Ok Hana, let's go," I whisper to myself, the words a mantra, a promise. My music, Mapei - "Don't Wait," hits the NYC's Hammerstein Ballroom, the beat pulsing through the air, charging the atmosphere with energy. I walk slowly towards the ring, my hands extended to the fans behind the guardrail, but my eyes are locked on Aiko. The crowd's cheers are a distant hum, drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I slide into the ring, the canvas firm beneath my feet, and approach Aiko, my gaze unyielding.
Aiko_Tanaka: I'm standing hands on my hips looking at you with excitation. "It was so difficult to sleep last night, I was dreaming of this moment for so long, embarassing you in front of so many people..." I get closer our chest almost touching "I hope you're ready to have a very bad time because remember it's NHB !" I add before bumping your chest with mine. I take a step back letting the referee cheking our gear, I adjust the red spandex on my hips and finally the bells rings. I start to circle with you, rolling my shoulders streching my neck. "You told me you wanted to show who is the best female of this federation right ? Then it's time !" I say before raising my hands calling for a collar and elbow lockup "come on, show me what you got !" I yell.
Hana_Jeong: I stand in the ring, my heart pounding in my chest, as Aiko's words hang in the air, heavy with provocation. I remain silent, my expression stoic, refusing to let her see the turmoil inside me. The referee approaches, checking our gear meticulously, ensuring everything is in order for the match ahead. I adjust my elbow pad, the leather smooth and worn from countless matches, a familiar comfort in this moment of tension. As the referee steps back, the crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch. The bells ring, signaling the start of our match, and we begin to circle each other, our eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. Aiko rolls her shoulders and stretches her neck, her movements fluid and predatory. She raises her hands, calling for a collar and elbow lockup, her challenge clear and unyielding. I meet her gaze, my resolve unshaken. Without a word, I step forward, answering her call, ready to engage in the physical and psychological battle that lies ahead. Our hands meet, and the lockup begins
Aiko_Tanaka: One hand on your neck the other on your elbow, I plant my boots on the canvas and bend my knees. I take a deep breath, flex my abs and start to push. I'm taller and heavier than you, I can feel your struggle but still you resist much more than I expected. "Mfff you want to play tough ?" I shoot in japanese before planting my nails into your neck clawing it. "I will be dirty tonight now you know" i whisper with a smirk before pushing harder trying to push you back into your corner.
Hana_Jeong: I groan under the pressure, my muscles straining against Aiko's strength. "이 개년아" (You fucking bitch), I mutter through gritted teeth, a mix of determination and desperation. Her nails dig into my neck, sharp and unforgiving, and I can't help but scream in pain. The sudden, intense agony sends me reeling backward, and I find myself pushed against the corner of the ring, my back hitting the turnbuckle with a thud. I constrict myself, trying to make my body as small as possible, and raise my arms to protect my face, anticipating the next wave of her assault. My heart races, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins,.
Aiko_Tanaka: "I got you !" I say once we are in the corner. I push you against the turnbukle, placing my hands all over yourself. Your back is rubbing against the corner and I put all my weight on you. "日本のレスラーに支配されるのが好きなのは分かっています..." (I know you love being dominated by Japanese wrestlers...) Discretly I let my right thigs rubbing against your crotch, at first some lights soft rubing and suddenly an hard painful one. Right after i step back and try to slam the exact same thighs into your stomach "Ahhh !" I shoot swinging my hips in the movement.
Hana_Jeong: A little groan escapes from my mouth as she rubs my crotch. I grunt in pain as Aiko's thighs slam into my stomach, the force of the impact driving the air from my lungs. "Ahhh!" I hear her cry out, the sound of her hips swinging with the movement echoing in my ears. I double over, my arms wrapping around my midsection, trying to protect myself from the onslaught. My back is still pressed against the turnbuckle and my butt touching the cold metal of the ring post.
Aiko_Tanaka: "Got you !" i smirk when I feel my thighs smashing your stomach. When you double over I wrap my right arm around your neck, I grab the side of your short with my free hand and I start to drag you in the middle of the ring. I struggle to hold you in position.. I bend my knees trying to place you for a DDT.
Hana_Jeong: As Aiko drags me towards the center of the ring, I can feel her arm tight around my neck, her grip unyielding. I double over, my body curled in on itself, a temporary shield against her assault. But I'm not done yet. I can feel the canvas beneath my feet, the cool air on my skin, and I use that awareness to my advantage. With a sudden burst of strength, I reach up, my hands finding purchase on her arm. I twist, using her momentum against her, and reverse her DDT attempt into a hammerlock. I step forward, pulling her arm up and back, feeling the satisfying pop of her shoulder as I secure the hold. I lean into her, my body pressing against hers, as I tighten the hammerlock, the pressure intense and unyielding. I can feel her struggle, her body resisting. I try to twist more and more her arm.
Aiko_Tanaka: I was slowly geting the momentum on the match when you quickly react, in no time I Find myself with my arm twisted bent locked in my back in a powerful hammerlock. I gaps trying to reach my arm with my other hand when i feel a little pop into my shoulder. "Arghh!" I scream and immediatly drop on a knee. I flex my whole midsection you can see all the muscles of my back tighten as I try to resist, my twisted shoulder is shaking under the pressure as I moan in pain "You.. arghh bitch.."
Hana_Jeong: I suddenly grab her by the head, my fingers tangling in Aiko's hair. With a fierce yank, I pull her head back, using the momentum to launch myself forward. I try to send her face crashing against the top turnbuckle.
Aiko_Tanaka: I can't do anything with my arm locked in my back. When you grab my hair I try to resist but you easly throw me to the corner. I land face first on the top turnbukle and my head bounces back under the impact. Dazzed I drop on my ass sit, legs spread, a bit stunned. At least my right arm is now free, I rub my shoulder trying to moove it a bit. "Mfff shit.." I moan in japanese.
Hana_Jeong: I take a moment to gather my balance, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepare for my next move. Aiko is momentarily stunned, her body slumped against the turnbuckle, her legs spread wide. I see my opening and seize it, my muscles tensing as I prepare to execute a low dropkick, aiming for her crotch or abs. With a burst of speed, I charge forward, my legs coiled and ready to unleash. As I approach, I leap into the air, my body twisting as I bring my legs up and then down in a swift, powerful motion in order to try to connect my dropkick
Aiko_Tanaka: I hear footsteps approaching, I raise my head and cover my face with my arms, hoping to block the dropkick, but... you're aiming for my abs, maybe even my groin. The first kick slams into my abs, which resist as best they can, but the worst by far is the second, which completely crushes my defenseless crotch. "Ahhhhhhhhh ahhh my... mfff..." I scream in pain, breathless. I instinctively move from the corner and slide under the ropes to leave the ring. I walk as best I can to the fans' barrier, hoping the sharp pain will subside. "Ohh...ah..." I keep moaning between loud breaths shaking my thigs to make it pass.
Hana_Jeong: I quickly jump onto the top turnbuckle, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and anticipation. As Aiko slowly turns to face me, I take a deep breath, preparing for the risky hurricanrana. I push off with my legs, launching myself into the air, my body twisting and turning in a fluid motion. I perform a 180° turn in mid-air, my body contorting as I reach out to grab Aiko's shoulders aiming to execute the hurricanrana and make her flip over my back and driving her down to the floor if successful.
Aiko_Tanaka: I see the fans getting up from their sit so I immediatly understand that something is going on. When I turn around I see you, already mid-air going straight for me. You land on my shoulders locking your legs around my neck. "Wait wait wait !" I yell in panic. I grab the waistband of your shorts trying to keep you on my shoulders but the momentum is way to powerful. One second later I find myself tossed high fliping in the hair before collapsing back first on the padded mat. "Urghhhh!" I roll on myself completly desoriented. I'm all on four holding my lower back with one hand my butt a bit exposed as my trunks got wedgied in my fall.
Hana_Jeong: "CMON!" I scream to the audience, my voice a battle cry, a call to arms. I see Aiko rolling on the mat, completely disoriented, her body curled in on itself as she tries to recover. Her trunks are wedgied, exposing a glimpse of her skin, and I see my opening. I charge forward, my muscles tensing as I prepare to deliver a huge padded kick to her ribs. My foot connects with her side, the impact jarring and brutal. Aiko grunts in pain, her body convulsing as she tries to protect herself. I stand tall, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my transparent collants slightly torn. I grab her by the hair and try to pull her up slowly as im recovering too "get up girl"
Aiko_Tanaka: I feel the kickpadds smashing my ribs at full strenght. The pain is instant and sharp, the spasm of pain tighten my whole midsection and I roll on my back screaming in pain. "You.. bitch.. arghh ahh" I try to crawl away from you but you grab my hair and force me back on my feet. I'm really pissed off now my ribs are already red marked and the pain wont pass. I ball my right first and throw an heavy hand right at your face
Hana_Jeong: The impact of Aiko's right hand is like a freight train, sending me crashing into the steel guardrail with a sickening thud. I slump against the cold metal, my vision swimming, the world around me a blur of sound and color. I groan, the sound a guttural expression of my pain and disorientation. "Fuck," I mutter, my voice barely a whisper. I raise a trembling hand to my face, feeling the warmth of blood on my lips. The metallic taste fills my mouth
Aiko_Tanaka: I get closer to you and send a kick to your midsection, forcing you to drop on your ass against the baricade. "I didn't know you was that vicious.. a soccer kicks in the ribs ?" I say before slaping your face. I put my knee on your hips mounting you trying to hold you against the baricade. "Let's see how hard is this head !" I say before grabing your hair with my left hand and going for punchs and forearm strike right into your face again and again, screaming in rage the more I strike
Hana_Jeong: I groan in pain, my hands pawing helplessly at her arm, trying to fend off her assault. But it's futile. Her slaps and punches rain down on me, each one more brutal than the last, and I can feel the first trickle of blood from my eyebrow, warm and sticky against my skin. Her knee presses into my hips, holding me firmly against the barricade, and I can feel the cold metal biting into my back. I try to resist, to push her off, but my body is limp, my strength sapped by the onslaught. I lean against the guard rail, my head lolling to the side, my eyes fluttering closed as I struggle to stay conscious. Aiko's screams of rage fill my ears, and I know that I'm at her mercy right now.
Aiko_Tanaka: I feel you getting weaker in my hold and slowly I come back to myself. I stop punching you and I look around me. My face is red, my hair are all messed up, I feel a bit embarassed by the situation but also very satisfied when I look down at you. "Oh.. look what we got.." i pass my finger in your eyebrow your blood trickling a little bit. I raise my hand for the camera showing off you blood like a trophy. "That's your favorite ? Pathetic !" I yell before wipping my hand on your breasts and yellow top. I get up and fix my wedgie lettign you collapse on the ground. "It's only the begining i'm going to juice this bitch !" I yell before grabing a table under the ring... I slowly place it next to the ring appron.
Hana_Jeong: I look up at Aiko, vulnerability etched across my face as I'm completely dominated. The sight of the table sends a wave of horror through me. I try to crawl across the floor, my movements sluggish and uncoordinated, as I attempt to recover from the relentless assault. My body aches, every muscle protesting with each small movement. The canvas beneath me feels rough and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the smooth, polished surface of the ring. Aiko's presence looms large, her dominance over me a palpable force. I can feel the weight of her gaze, the satisfaction in her eyes as she watches me struggle. The table, a symbol of the impending danger, casts a long shadow, a reminder of the brutality that is to come. I push myself forward, spitting some blood on the flor, my hands trembling as I try to find purchase on the slick floor. Each inch feels like a mile, my progress painfully slow.
Aiko_Tanaka: Once the table is placed I look over my shoulder, I see you trying to get up, struggling to even stay all on four. I get closer and grab the back of your shorts. "Come here, you know what's next" I say pulling you to the appron. I Grab your hair and force you on your feet. We slowly climb on the appron... both standing next to the table. "I won't worry you but this table.. it's something, much heavier than what i'm used to so..." I thow a little kick to your abs forcing you to bend over. I place your head between my legs... I'm about to wrap your hips to lift you in a powerbomb position.
Hana_Jeong: I am dragged by Aiko, barely able to stand, my body aching from the previous assaults. She pulls me to the apron, her grip tight and unyielding. I groan as she kicks my abs, the force of the blow causing me to double over, my head naturally falling between her thighs. I softly place my hands on her tights, trying to stabilize myself amidst the chaos. As she begins to lift me into a powerbomb position, I suddenly reverse the move. I execute a headscissors takedown, flipping her over and following her onto the table with a violent crash. We both land hard, the impact shattering the table, sending splinters of wood flying. I lay next to her, our bodies entwined amidst the debris, small pieces of wood embedded in our young flesh
Aiko_Tanaka: In a loud scream I lift you on my shoulders, the pain in my ribs still very intense. I was about to turn to get in position when I feel your body slipping from my grip. I Bend my knees trying to keep my balance but a spasm take my ribs and my whole body and I can't resist. You flip me in your headscissor takedown and throw me head and back first into the table. I break the table completly with the momentum and collapse on the mat. The sound of the impact resonates in the room, the imapct is brutal. I'm lying on my back completly stunned arms and legs spread appart.
Hana_Jeong: I slowly recover my senses, the world around me a blur of pain and disorientation. I see Aiko's limp body next to mine, her breathing ragged and labored. I roll over her, my movements slow and deliberate, despite the weakness in my limbs. I sit on her belly, my weight pressing down on her, and grab her head, pulling it up to deliver huge fist punches to her face. Each blow is a testament to my determination, a brutal expression of my resolve. I get up weakly, my body aching from the relentless assault, and make my way to the ladder underneath the ring. With trembling hands, I grab it, the metal cold and unforgiving against my skin. I manage to place it over the apron and the guardrail, creating a makeshift bridg
Aiko_Tanaka: I look at the rooflight completly out, I try to process what jsut happened, I see some wood around me.. "Did I ? Arghh" My head is spinning so much.. Suddenly I see a shadow over me, you're sitting on my belly and start to punch my face. I try to rpotect my head with my arms but some of the strike pass through busting open my eyebrows as well. I feel the warm liquid going on my face when finally you realize me. I drop on my back breathing loudly trying to recover as fast as possible
Hana_Jeong: I grab a chain from underneath the ring, the metal cold and heavy in my hands. I wrap it around Aiko's neck, securing it like a collar, and pull her head back, choking her. I treat her like a dog, using the chain as a leash, pulling her around the floor with brutal force. Each tug is a reminder of the humiliation and bullying I've endured at her hands, and I scream in fury, my voice a raw, primal sound. The crowd cheers, their voices a roar of support, fueling my anger and determination. I pull harder, making Aiko crawl like a dog that can barely move. Her body drags across the canvas, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. We approach the ladder, the makeshift bridge. I grab a beer from a fan and almost drink it all in a row I spit some in your face. I try to pull you up using the chain "Get up, girl, you gonna pay for all the shit you did to me" I whisper
Aiko_Tanaka: I struggle, squirm try to get rid of this chain but it's too late the chain is wraped three time around my neck and so tight that I can't even slip a finger under it. It's hard to even breath for me... when you pull I immidiatly have to follow or I cough getting chocked. "You.. ughh.. whor aGH" I moan a vein poping on my throat as my face turn red. We are getting close the the heavy ladder I keep trying to get free of the collar but it's impossible. I sit next to you when you spit the whole beer on my face and chest. "Ahhhh ! Erkk.. you.. " the sticky liquid getting into my hair and my top, the red top sticking to my breasts like a second skin exposing my pointing tits. But before i can even move you pull again chocking me and forcing me to go on my feet despite having no strenght left in my legs.
Hana_Jeong: I step in close and unload a hard shot to her midsection. She doubles over , gasping, the sound raw and thin in the open air. Then I grab a kendo stick wrapped with barbed wire coiled tight along its length. I bring it up and the crowd explodes — a wave of jeers and bloodthirsty cheers . For a beat everything is sharp: the metallic scent of the wire, the grit of dust and spilled beer in the air, the crack of the stick meeting my palm. The fans press closer at the guardrail, their faces a blur of expectation. They want the carnage. My arm tightens, ready to swing. And then, without warning, something in my chest flips. I see her — not my Japanese rival, but a young woman of my age under the sweat and fear. Her eyes are glassy, struggling to track me. Her breath rattles. For the first time tonight the crowd’s roar becomes a distant tide and a single, terrible thought cuts through: I can’t do this to her. My hand goes slack on the kendo stick as if a wire ran through my bones. The momentum I’d built collapses into a hollow hesitation. The fans notice it the instant I do; their noise tilts from hunger to confusion. I turn my back on her. Not because I’m giving her mercy, not yet, but because I need the space to breathe without watching her eyes. I face the crowd instead, searching the faces pressed against the rail for something — anything — to steady me. Their chants wobble. Some boo. Some shout my name. The venue feels smaller and louder at once. The moment is a knife-edge: one step forward and I do what the match expects; one step away and I risk losing my revenge on her. My fingers close around the stick again, but this time it’s not with the certainty I walked in with.
Aiko_Tanaka: I scream in atroce pain when you strike my midsection, the imapct take my ribs as well.. i turn over resting on the ladder my back completly opened. I want to get out of this but my body just won't. But one second pass.. then two.. I look around my shoulder I see you with this nasty kendo stick, your bloody face, the torn tights, the kendo.; for the first time you scare me for real. You are not used to it and seing some fear in my eyes destabilized you, it makes you doubt. I jsut stay there not moving looking like a vulnerable young woman. Deeply I pray that you don't have the guts to pull the trigger and when you turn around... I smirk, a smirk full of mischief. I drop on a knee get closer.. bent my right arm ready to go for the deepeist lowblow I could give you, at this exact moment you turn around the kendo in your hand, There is no more time for you, you either pull the trigner right now or i'll smash your crotch with the most painful lowblows this industry has never seen.
Hana_Jeong: The crowd’s noise grows into a storm around us — a hundred voices turning into one, chanting, roaring, demanding blood. “Finish her! Finish her!” The sound shakes through the metal of the ladder under my boots, through the chain still clutched in my hand. I see her — Aiko — slumped against the ladder bridge, her body trembling, her back torn open, and for a moment it’s all a blur of lights and heat and noise. My pulse hammers in my ears. I should move. I should end it. But her eyes meet mine — wide, glinting with pain and something else, something that makes my stomach twist. The fans want the swing. They want the violence. But I can’t bring myself to do it. My fingers loosen around the kendo stick, and it clatters to the floor beside me, the sound lost in the chaos of the crowd. I stagger a step back, my breath breaking into small gasps as I press both hands to my head, gripping my hair. My voice comes out low, shaking, barely audible over the chants — a confession, not to the fans but to myself. “I can’t do this…” I shake my head again, staring at her — at what I’ve done, what I was about to do — and it feels like the entire arena is closing in, every heartbeat heavier than the last.
Aiko_Tanaka: At the moment you put your hands on your heads my arms is already coming. unlike you I don't hesitate for a second. I lift my arm and give you a nasty lowblows. "Rah !!" The crowd became silent has you drop the kendostick next to use. we stay on this position as i feel your whole body tighten against my arm. "You don't have the guts of a champion Hana ! I told you !" I grab the back of your blue shorts and lift you up and down in my arms. The pain in my whole body is intense but it's now or never. I face the ladder placed like a bridge and drive your body in a powerful Falcon arrow breaking your korean Body trought the metal ladder. my ass slap the ground on the impact while you're lying in front of me... destroyed
Hana_Jeong: I don’t see it coming until the world snaps inward — a white-hot shock that obliterates the air from my lungs. The low blow lands so cleanly my vision flashes; my face, moments ago flushed with fury, drains to a ghostly white. I double over, a choked sound tearing out of me, every nerve screaming. My upper slams into the ladder, and the impact reverberates up through my ribs — something in there gives a sharp, wrong crack. Pain blooms across my midsection like a brand, muscles searing as if they’ve been ripped. The ladder holds — cold metal against my flesh — but the force of my fall drives me halfway onto it; my legs dangle uselessly over the apron. For a breathless second I hang there, suspended , clutching at the ladder with hands that won’t obey. Then my grip slips. Time stretches slow as the world tilts and I drop — not gentle, but a bone-jarring, breath-stealing fall that slams me onto the floor hard enough to knock the wind clean out of me. Everything goes white at the edges. A tear drips slides over my cheek as a sequence of flashes appear in my mind: my parents, my boyfriend, my wrestling career. I can't move and pain lances through my side — sharp, insistent, very real. At least I'm not paraplegic. My hands claw at the floor as if I can pull myself back together, but for now all I can manage is a shallow, painful breath and the bitter, stunned taste of defeat. The people are in shock. A young female fans is starting to cry.
Aiko_Tanaka: I'm sit next to you, exausted, I finally manage to unlock the chain and I toss it aside. I cough but I can finally breath correctly. I can see you're done, the referee too but when she come to check on you I shoot "Don't ! It's NHB it's done when I AM done understood ?" I come closer to you, litteraly draging myself to you. i'm sitting next to you, I grab your hair and pull you on me. You are in my arms I slowly wrap my arm around your neck, thrust my hips against your butt and slowly lock a dragon sleeper. I trech your body in front of everybody choking you at the same time "Good night Hana~ that was a wonderful fight~~" I say with a flirty voice while the referee look closly at you.
Hana_Jeong: I feel her arm snake around my neck, slick with sweat and trembling from exhaustion — and then it tightens. My body jerks instinctively, my hands clawing weakly at her forearm as the pressure crushes against my throat. The crowd that had been roaring only moments ago falls dead silent; the echo of my ragged gasps fills the air. My fingers dig at her wrist, pawing helplessly, but I can’t break her grip. My vision starts to blur, the lights above melting into streaks of color. Each breath turns into a desperate choke, a sob that catches halfway out of my throat. My boots scuff against the floor, my body trembling as she stretches me backward in the hold, the pain arching through my ribs and abs that were already screaming. I try to shake my head, to refuse, to cling to something — but my strength’s gone. My arms falter, falling to my sides as the sound of my choked sob echoes in the hushed arena. The audience watches in stunned disbelief, frozen, as the once wild chaos now feels like a funeral silence — just me fading in her arms, her breath calm and steady behind me, the referee hovering close, unsure whether to stop it or let it end on its own.
Aiko_Tanaka: I hold the sleeper a bit, feeling no more resistance. I shake you a little bit and you're completly numb now. The referee make the bell rings and I let you drop on the ground next to me. I get up, in pain but proud of myself. Everybody is boing me some fans even throwing some stuff over the baricade. I can't stop laughing as I take the belt and decide to go back in my new private lockeroom before the fan get out of control. Once in my lockeroom I take a selfie posting in on the social media taging you with a "Told you :p" before taking off my gear wet by a mixt of blood beer and sweat and take a well deserved shower. (END ?)
Hana_Jeong: I go limp in her arms, my body heavy and unresponsive — nothing left but the faint echo of breath and the ache still burning inside me. When she finally lets go, I drop to the mat like a ragdoll, my head bouncing once before coming to rest against the canvas. The bell rings, distant, hollow. The referee kneels beside me, calling my name, waving for help, but all I can hear is the sound of the crowd — that stunned, collective silence that follows the unthinkable. I was supposed to be their champion. Their hope. And now I’m just lying here, broken, staring at the ceiling lights that blur into a soft white haze. Somewhere near the barricade, a young girl sobs, her voice cutting through the stillness like glass. “Hana… please get up…” she cries, clutching her homemade sign against her chest. It twists something deep inside me, but I can’t move. Then I feel arms around me — familiar, steady. My boyfriend jumps the barricade, indicating to the ref that he takes care of me and to not worry about. He gathers me up carefully, my head resting against his shoulder as he carries me away from the wreckage. The world feels far away — the lights, the noise, the smell of sweat and blood — fading into a dull hum as we disappear backstage. His voice is low, close to my ear, warm even through the pain. “You are a brave woman, Hana,” he whispers, and I sob very low "Ba-by..." and for the first time since the match began, I let myself close my eyes. END
Published: 2025-11-12, viewed 71 times.
Brandiprowstls
20 days agoSuch a great match. The writing was just gorgeous. 💕