“There are few things as intimate as self-destruction and as foreign as forgiveness.”
Closing her eyes following those words, Ahmya turned her body away from whatever or whoever it was that she was facing. She wasn’t sure where she was heading but knew that turning away was the right answer. Weights were lifting with each step. As she opened them though she found herself in the middle of a hazy view. Loud cheers muffled, so many lights. On each side stood two blurry silhouettes. They lead her to taking a bow and grab her by the hands, bringing her away from where she stood shortly after. The muffled applause fades and her eyes grow heavy. Her head sways to a rhythm but she’s snapped away from the pleasant flow by the feeling of restraints. All she can see is a bright light and those eyes staring down at her. She struggles some more hoping for something to come loose so she can escape. Something was very wrong and all she could do was scream before closing her eyes as tightly as possible.
Once again Ahmya is scared awake. This time there is nothing holding her back from sitting up. The hazy image arounds her clears to show another hideout she made her way to at some point. Remembering she had some new deal made, she decided to get up from the pile of human flesh and refresh herself before making her way out of there. Getting dressed in the bathroom, she stares at her reflection and can’t help the waves of sadness that suffocate her. Trying her best to distract her mind, she checks her phone to see what her last few activities were. “Making another trip for cash, lovely..” With a sigh and shake of her head she can’t help but express the one constant thought in her mind. “What the fuck am I doing with my life?” Looking over some of her emails, she seemed a bit confused before putting the pieces together and managing a smile. “Hmm..maybe that’s what I’m doing now. I actually went through with it..nice.” Going over some details, that small sense of accomplishment turned into frustration with herself as more of the puzzle pieces connected. “Wait a minute, Baltimore? That’s the other side of the country! How the hell am I going to get there..oh wait, that’s right. I better get going.”
Drifting in and out, with each time bringing her closer to her latest connection on her strange journey, Ahmya did her best to mentally prepare herself for what awaited her. Recalling the details it wasn’t a bad exchange. It was simply an unnecessary one if she gave in to the prison but that option was one she still had the will to refuse. Lights off and you’ll get to see the stars. Soon enough you’ll be among them again, this time on your terms. She smirked, having done enough to convince herself it isn’t all that bad. With a deep breath her fist approached the door for a knock or four. As the door opened she felt her eyes grow heavy again, this go the timing was perfect she believed. Lights off, smile on. The false euphoria was replaced with a strange place. Outside? Snow? Ahmya certainly felt the chill but the red that the snowflakes coated brought pure horror to the mind of the young woman who ran on instinct. Not looking back she continued until tripping up and hitting her head against what felt like a stump. Dazed and disoriented she tried to crawl, eyes growing heavy. Try as she might it was a matter of seconds before she was pulled to her feet, turned around to face a figure covered in the same red. She was roughly shaken before the figure dropped to the ground. More red against white, the crimson circling around her.
Letting out a terrified shriek, Ahmya sits up, adjusting to her surroundings and realizing that she’s on the bus. That’s right, she was able to find a bus to Pittsburgh but had another few hours until she got there along with a present uncertainty regarding a transfer bus. Aside from that everything is fine. What she experienced was only a dream, hopefully. “Sorry about that, just had a bad dream.” A simple statement followed by embarrassed chuckling was enough to get the few passengers staring at her to look away which gave the shaken woman a reason to smile. That is of course until she notices something dripping on her leggings. “Fuck nosebleed.” She made sure not to make a further spectacle of herself as she grabbed her phone and made her way to the bus’ restroom. Using her free hand to lock the door and grab paper towels, she did her best and was actually successful in keeping the blood from getting on her shirt. “Alright I’m good, I’m good, I’m a fucking mess. How the hell am I going to be ready for what I signed up for? So fucking stupid!” Looking at her reflection she felt the urge to break the mirror but didn’t. She then remembered why she brought her phone and started looking for a possible bus route to Baltimore but then noticed her feed and DMs indicating that she was helped out and arrangements were made for her to be picked up and given shelter. Blinking a few times she looked once again and noticed nothing changed. She smirked at the luck and managed another look at that undeniable face of hers.
“Okay cool, very cool. Man I really need to get it together. Just breathe and things will be fine.” Inhale, exhale, slower and deeper each time Ahmya eventually found herself calming down. Closing her eyes to help with stabilizing herself, she opened them but now found herself in a living room. Staring at a camera on a tripod which seems to be focused solely on her she blinks a few times in disbelief. Trying to recall what led her here she eventually let out a soft laugh. Of course..she set this up herself for promotional purposes. Looking down a moment brought another laugh as she noticed her adorable attire. A gray plaid schoolgirl skirt, white button up with a little tie to match her skirt and white thigh high socks, how classy. Deciding to finally look back at the camera, Ahmya offered it a small smile.
“Interesting, it appears as if I’ll be here for longer than a spell. Do forgive me, I believe I have yet to introduce myself. You may call me..Ahmya. Now the reason I am being presented is obvious. I have come across my latest adventure. A chance to live out one of many dreams. One practiced but not fully followed through until now. What took me so long? Well...let’s blame it on being preoccupied by a forceful hand.” Looking over to the side for a moment, Ahmya looks a bit shaken but is quick to force a smile as she focuses her gaze back to the camera. “Enough of that though, now I am free and happy to do what I desire which is entertain you in a brand new fashion while attaining some juicy glory along the way. Lovely isn’t it? Oh I know what you’re thinking. It’s not that simple, so much goes into this and trust me when I say I’m well versed in sacrifices. This is not something that will be handed to me on a platter. Now I will admit it didn’t take much convincing to procure this new job, but I fully intend on making the most of this. I made a couple promises and I’m a woman of my word.”
Flashing a peace sign and a cheeky smile, Ahmya gives her own version of reassurance to those who have helped her before lowering her right hand and looks around quizzically as if pondering something internally.
“I suppose this is the part where I become a verbal dissector right?” Once again closing her eyes, Ahmya takes in another deep breath, opening them upon the exhale. She looks almost disturbed by the fact that she’s once again the camera. Shaking her head a couple times she returns to a more neutral expression. “I guess I truly am stuck in this part, very interesting indeed. Well, on with the show..” Placing her hands on her thighs, Ahmya does her best to gather her thoughts before offering the viewer a smirk. “So my debut with Carnage Wrestling is on the horizon and I have a tall order for sure. I not only need to take care of one opponent but I have two looking to spoil my moment. Well to be fair it’s more like I got thrown into the mix so if anything I’m more of the spoiler than they are. For that I must apologize. I didn’t mean to intrude on anything the two of you had planned but I guess the brass saw this as a perfect role for me. That or the kick I needed to join got revealed and now I’m being punished for it. Either way this is going to be fun.”
A giggle, seemingly girlish in nature is heard but ends almost as soon as it began. Reaching her left up a little to play with her hair, Ahmya finds none where she touched. Looking surprised, she continues feeling until she finds the ends, resting just below her shoulder.
“Seriously, when the hell did I cut my hair? Ugh do I seriously need to resort to extensions now so they don’t think...” Fiddling with her hair a bit more, Ahmya then stops, once again looking at the camera, this time with slightly reddened cheeks. “Enough of that, I have to keep focus. I’ve been doing such a great job of that on my way but when faced with this lens it seems all of that fades. What an unfortunate turn of events. Perhaps it’s nerves? The infamous butterflies? I like the tickle but seriously need to push it aside because I have two people basically looking to take my head off and they need to know what I already do, which is that it won’t be an easy task.” Chuckling a bit to herself, Ahmya then waves off the camera, returning her gaze with redder cheeks. “I guess from a technical standpoint it wouldn’t be an easy task anyway whether it was me or any other normal human, but you know what I mean. Now let’s get to the ego stroking, mean spirited banter shall we?”
Ahmya takes some time to contemplate how she will go about this. Normally she isn’t the type to bring others down with her words. A bit troublesome for this new path but with a reignited determination based solely on her need to deliver from an entertainment standpoint, she begins.
“Where to start? It seems both my opponents haven’t been in the company all that long, with one having a single match and the other only one more than the former. While I do know they have their own histories, in this realm, this arena, we’re not too far from each other on the ladder so that is how I’ll approach this spat. First there is Kat Jones, and my oh my, I must say I am looking forward to sharing the ring with her. There’s something about someone who you know has sharp claws and a vicious side coming for your throat. It brings a thrill, the knowledge that you’re in true danger but it’s not a one sided affair in this. I’ll tell you a little secret if you promise to keep it between us..” Perking up a bit, Ahmya changes her seated position so she’s now sitting crossed legged, making sure to adjust her skirt accordingly. She then signals for the camera, or rather the person watching to come a bit closer and mimes whispering. “I’m not exactly an angel and as Kat spells trouble for me, I bring that same deal her way. Of course I’m more than happy to share this with Justin too but he needs to wait his turn.” Sitting back a bit but maintaining the same position, Ahmya shoots the camera a quick little wink before going back to expressing her thoughts.
“Kat, I watched your debut match over and over, tracing my finger across the screen, making sure to capture every moment, gaze upon every bead of sweat. I looked for strengths, weaknesses and I was impressed. However unfortunately for you, I’m not Amelia, and I sure as hell am not Stan what’s his face. So I will not repeat their mistakes, I will happily make my own but despite my imperfections, I’m leaving this match with the victory. I may be smaller than you, truthfully I’m the smallest in this match by quite a bit, but that’s not a disadvantage. I learned to work with my frame and if you’re not careful I will use my body to coil around you and bring you to your knees. Following that you’ll wake up to the lights and my genuinely concerned face making sure you’re okay.” The mental image created brought a smile to Ahmya’s face. However, as soon as she has that set in her mind, the image changes to another possibility which brings about a conflicted look. “Although I could go the safer route in this match too..”
Ahmya’s gaze turns hollow and distant as her head slowly turns to the left. A soft nod to no one in particular causes her to snap back, the young woman now smirking with a hint of arrogance.
“While you were impressive in your debut, our other playmate was more along the lines of conniving in his first dance with the spotlight of victory. A bribe, a cheapshot and a win potentially stolen. It’s a silly tactic that can only work so many times before the payment isn’t enough, the task too risky and then it boils down to skill once again. Speaking of skill it looked like that was the factor in the following match which told quite a different tale. One that not only ended where he lost, but he lost by submission and that just happens to be something I quite enjoy along with taking flight. While the daredevil tactics are more of a showboating nature, those submissions though, are way more fun. You see when a hold is firmly cinched in there are the labored breaths, the desperation, the anguish and that brings a certain level of satisfaction. Having the power to make someone quit, either mentally, physically or the two together in the perfect combination. Now that I control the narrative, I will be dishing this out in folds and perhaps I can start with him.”
Clapping her hands a few times as her mind drifts to the imagery, Ahmya brings her focus back to the camera, getting back to her original seated position. Placing her hands back on her thighs daintily, a sweet smile with a slight tilt is presented prior to her resuming.
“I’m not discrediting him either when I say this. I’m no fool, I simply am going off what I’ve witnessed of his work. He could very easily surprise me. Not by taking this match as his of course. In fact I’m sure Kat doesn’t want that outcome the same way I don’t. The verbage to follow that alone is too much to think about. My goodness do I hate showboats.” Shaking her head with a look of disgust, Ahmya rolls her eyes and moves on. “Then again if Kat wins this match and begins a streak of sorts, that could also lead to my poor ears bleeding along with the collective ears of the masses. So I must do the right thing and save everyone by winning the match myself! I promise I will only require some candy and won’t go on a social media tirade.”
Sticking her tongue out playfully at the somewhat unintentional jab at some, Ahmya lowers her head a bit, gathering her thoughts together. She looks back up, still smiling but with a serious glint in her eyes.
“All that aside, I am truly hoping for a memorable night. I wish to be tested and display the best of my abilities. No matter what, do know that in the face of all the craziness Carnage Wrestling has to offer, I will face it with all my might. I didn’t take the plunge just to sit around and look pretty. I look forward to seeing you all very soon and getting better acquainted over time.” Giving one last wink, Ahmya blows a kiss to the camera. She then waves and as if timed just right, her connection to the world is cut off for now.
Feeling relieved at her diatribe being done with for the time being, Ahmya smiles, leaning her head back against the couch. Her eyes grow heavy and before she knows it they stay shut. Suddenly her eyes snap open, the chill of a harsh breeze causing her to shiver. She tries to take a step forward but feels her body go unsteady, grabbing tightly to the sides. Noticing her hands gripping tight to a sort of railing rather than the couch cushions, Ahmya looks around noticing she is outside. Above was the sky, across several buildings and below...was a long way down. “What the hell?!” Visibly shaken over where she’s ended up this time she looks around desperately to find a way down that didn’t lead to her demise. Fear encompasses Ahmya as her eyes begin to grow heavy but instead of drifting she feels herself being lifted from her predicament, a rush of lightheadedness causing her to fall. Thankfully she had fallen on the flat surface of the roof. Looking up to see who had saved her, any relief felt vanished, replaced by terror.
“I’m so sorry..”
Closing her eyes Ahmya begs to be taken away. Rough hands clasp around her neck but the choking feeling is shaken away about as soon as it was felt. The young woman now finds herself sitting up on a bed, scared awake again but this time without an accompanying scream. Perhaps she’s starting to become numb to the terror. Looking around to confirm her location, she slowly nods, acknowledging that the bed she’s on is the one she’s slowly been getting used to since making it to Baltimore. A laugh follows, stray tears trickling down at the same time. “I need to focus. I’m still here so I need to focus. Focus and get ready, it’s almost time to go..” Getting up from the bed she makes her way over to the bedroom’s vanity mirror, looking over at her neck before letting out a sigh. “So it is real..son of a..”
Another triple threat.. Well it was a one on one match before Ahmya was added to it.. Does it matter really how many opponents there are in the ring.. Not really as it is all about paying attention to the details and knowing when to grab your moment.. That Kat is able to seize the moment and grab that win out of her opponents hands was already shown on the last Chaos and this time she was planning on doing the exact same thing. The warning shot was made clear and I am sure it pissed off Amelia.. However a singles match where she can focus all of her evil intentions on a single opponent would be nice.. She has not yet even begun to show her wrestling knowledge.. This week however is going to be another one of those anything can and probably will happen matches.. While Justin has been around for a bit already Ahmya is new and from their little twitter conversation hungry to prove herself.. Is it going to be Kat’s fate once again to be a standard bearer.. She is certainly up to the task.. So the arrogant sod and the new girl.. This should be interesting…
Kat had been working out with her mentor and friend Kim for the better part of the morning already when her trainer came into the gym with coffee and a smirk that promised trouble.. Usually when Becca had that smirk on her face one of her pupils is going to be in for a world of hurt.. And unfortunately Kat is the only pupil she has right now that is active in this wrestling industry.. Kim patted Kat on the leg as she gave in to the WildKat.. Kat released the hold and as per house rules in the HellsGate gym moved to the corner as the trainer Rene checked on Kim to see if she is still fit to continue training..
Kim : Damn Kat… A human being is not supposed to bend that way!
Kat : That is the point of the move Kim..
Kat rolled her eyes and grabbed a bottle of water to have a drink..
Becca : Coffee break.. Kat you and I will have a little chat during it..
Kim sniggered as she had been in that situation plenty of times before.. Kat growled at her before taking the offered coffee.. Becca motioned for Kat to follow her into the office and Becca sat down behind her desk. Kat took her favorite seat it is a worn and beaten up looking armchair that Becca did not have the heart to throw away as Kat was always sitting in that ratty thing instead of the new more luxurious chairs she had in the office..
Becca : I wanted to talk to you about you meeting Alex Winter..
Kat : Why?
Becca : Okay let me speak and do not interrupt okay..
Kat nodded and took a sip of her coffee..
Becca : I do not want you entering into a situation that could seriously blow up in your face.. Now as much as everyone that knows you loves you, we all know that in any wrestling federation you step into that you are always going to play the role of the heel.. The antagonist and be seen as that insane bitch.. We know that.. But this might be a whole new level.. I have done a bit of background checking on Alex Winter and know that the entire fed and I mean entire fed will hate you.. I know you say you do not care about that.. And that is totally fine.. But it is something you need to keep in mind.. I do not know what he wants to talk to you about.. And I know you can handle your business.. But do not make any rash decisions.. Think about it..
Kat : Can I speak now mom…
Becca : Shut up brat! I care about you..
Kat : Look.. I know you care and I know the rest here do as well.. And while I have yet to discuss my actual role in this plan.. Or even accept it to begin with.. I am going to do whatever the hell I feel is right for me.. I have no relationship to consider.. I have no partners to consider.. God knows where Cy is at right now.. He was called home and I have yet to hear from him.. What I do know is that I have a career starting in Carnage and I plan to make the most out of it.. And if people in Carnage or out of it do not like what I am doing… Hell what else is new.. They never liked what I am doing..
Kat got up and paced the office..
Kat : I am always the friend.. The one where they can eat a great meal… The one that will bake them goodies when they are down… The one that visits when they are injured.. The one that travels all over the fucking globe for any of those I hold dear.. But as soon as I do something for myself.. I get the backlash.. I can already hear Kim’s bitching and moaning as soon as I do decide what I am going to do.. Because it is never, ever the thing she expected me to do..
Kat spun towards Becca and leaned her hands on her desk..
Kat : Can you honestly tell me that even though you may regret the shit you pulled now that you had regrets when it happened.. No.. You relished in your role.. And while I may come to regret my actions in years to come.. I will do what I want to do in the here and now.. And not you.. Not Kim.. Not Rene or Ari is going to start telling me what I can and can not do.. I am a grown ass woman and if there are regrets to be had in my future as I am sure there will be plenty.. Personal and business wise.. That is my cross to bear.. I am fully aware of Alex and his reputation, mine is just about as fucked up.. But don’t you worry your pretty little head off about me, I am not going to fuck him Becca.. That is not what the meeting is for..
Becca stood up at the pretty little part of Kat’s rant and her quite impressive 5’11 frame stood glaring down at Kat..
Kat : You can glare all you like Soulless bitch.. Oh yeah I know your monnikers.. Soulles bitch.. Arch Angel of Wrestling.. Mother of Mayhem.. Diva of Destruction.. Do those sound nice and sweet to you.. You had your stables and your alliances.. You have your regrets.. I am going to have mine.. Hell I got some already.. But this is the last and only time that you are going to try and interfere in my future.. You may be a mentor.. You may be my trainer.. But you are not my manager.. You do not decide shit for me.. Got that! Good!
Not giving Becca time to answer Kat stormed out of the office grabbing her bag of the floor near the office door and stormed right on out of the training gym.. What can I say… She is a feisty little bitch.. Getting in her pickup truck she did not even pay attention to Kim who came running out of the gym after her..
Kat had driven to a remote area up on her beloved mountain where not even Kim would know to find her.. She had never taken her there either.. She grabbed her phone and in selfie style started talking as she filmed..
Kat : Last week was fun for me.. Not so much for my opponents.. Ah well you can’t win them all right.. Learn from the loss and move on.. The Carnage and Chaos suit me so well.. It is what made Carnage Wrestling stand out for me as a shiny beacon in the middle of all the grey and monotone companies I have seen around.. Which is all good if you are a vanilla type of person.. I am not one of those.. So when I saw my opponents for this week after the little match change and getting a second victim to play with.. I did some checking.. Now while I know Ahmya is going to provide me with a challenge the same can not be said from that arrogant little shit Justin.. Acting like he is god's gift to wrestling only to lose and become oh so silent…
Yo! Justin! You still with us! Or are you just one of those all talk and no substance people.. Acting like you are all that.. But when it comes down to game time you are silent and fall short.. You know where I trained we had a name for people like you Justin… Punching bag! Everyone in this federation has had to go up against an arrogant piece of shit at least a few times in their career and while there are the rare few that can back it up, those are like hidden treasure rare.. Most of the arrogant little shits are just like you Justin.. Verbal and physical punching bags.. Now make no mistake about it.. I do not play around in the ring but I might give a truce to Ahmya for just as long as it takes to kick the holy hell out of you and have it be between the two of us.. Ahmya might be a bit too ballsy for her own good as she has no fucking clue what she has gotten herself into..
Kat chuckled as she remembered the twitter convo they had..
Kat : At least she is not going to be stupid enough like the opponents I had last week to underestimate the power of thinking.. I warned her on twitter to be careful what she wished for.. We will see if she has heeded the warning given.. You however.. You Justin are so arrogant and immature that it would not surprise me that you would consider yourself better than us just because you are a man.. Now let me make this clear for you sweetheart.. I may be just a woman but my balls are a whole lot bigger than yours.. They just happen to be on my chest.. It would be my pleasure in making you scream in pain and plead for mercy… And none would be given to you as your pain is truly my pleasure.. I have said it before but I hope that this time one of you will actually listen.. I thrive on the screams of pain.. I thrive on outsmarting my opponents.. I never claimed to be the strongest.. I never claimed to be fastest.. But I am faster than you’d think and smarter than any of you realize.. I hope you are still paying attention Justin… For if you do not.. I will never apologize for what is about to happen to you..
Between myself and Ahmya you are in for a world of hurt Justin and I can not wait to dish it out to you.. Nothing you did persay.. Just because I can.. Because that is what I do.. If you are a high flyer I will snap your wings.. If you are relying on your speed and agility I will cripple your legs.. If you are all about the brute strength I will outrun you.. If you are all about the height advantage.. I will chop you down by the knees and bring you down to my playing level.. Nobody out works me.. Nobody out thinks me in the ring.. There is no such thing as the perfect wrestler as I recognise my flaws and my strengths and work with them.. But the biggest strength I got.. I know how this business works.. While what do we know from Justin.. He is a washed up waste of space on the roster.. He was washed up before he even signed on the dotted line.. And now he is not facing one but two dangerous women.. Hmm.. I wonder who you pissed off in the big office.. Because they put an arrogant smug little sack of shit like you in the ring with one of the most dangerous women and one of the most mysterious women in Carnage in a match with you.. Must suck to be you right now Justin..
And Ahmya.. As mysterious as you may be I think I can see what type of wrestler you are and while there is but a few inches and some pounds between us in difference it looks like I have the upperhand in experience.. I will not presume to know you babygirl.. You are fiesty and willing to face a challenge and that is something I can appreciate.. We both have speed and agility.. And our moves show that we are quite similar in style.. But while there is plenty to be found about me if one knows where to look.. You are the dark horse.. The mysterious flower from the east.. But you did not get this job by just being mysterious now did you..
Kat smirked and shrugged before turning her cold dark eyes back towards the camera..
Kat : It is nothing personal babygirl as I do admire your spunky attitude and guts.. But I am not here to play nice and make friends.. I am here to cause pain and win matches.. Not exactly giving a damn if they go hand in hand together.. I have never in my life been an easy opponent for anyone.. And while I know we are both still pretty new to Carnage.. I will be damned if I let anyone step over me on my way back to the top of the game.. You see, while it may not have seemed like it to anyone watching the last show.. I was still rusty and shaking off that ringrust is what I am going to be doing this time around.. My best is yet to come.. I told you on twitter.. I have not even been vicious yet.. And you girl better make sure that you focus.. And get your mind in perfect condition for this fight.. As this will be a fight.. You are not stepping into a simple one on one match where our styles get to shine..
This is a triple threat and it means anything can and usually does happen and if you are not ready for that and focussing on just me you will find yourself a victim of the third party in this match.. I will never underestimate you.. Not even Justin.. If he gets his head out of his ass he might be a decent opponent.. But I doubt it.. Now Knox warned you that I am vicious.. And you should really heed the warning.. I have not even begun to get vicious yet, but I can and will whenever I damn well feel like it.. You see that is what makes me different from anyone either of you have ever faced before.. I have years of experience fighting in the most competitive of federations.. I have faced men twice my weight and girls smaller and lighter than I am.. I have never backed down from a fight and I probably never will.. And while this week may be a bigger challenge or on the same level as last time around.. The end result will be the same..
Kat tilts the camera up higher showing her standing at the top of a mountain and the edge she is standing on with the forest down below her...
It will be me standing on top.. It will be me that has her hand raised in victory.. I know that it is a tough pill to swallow and you will not like hearing it but that is the truth.. It will be me that climbs, scratches and claws her way to the top of Carnage wrestling and the title picture.. I will be the new standard bearer of Carnage wrestling because nobody outworks me..
Be prepared for a fight and be prepared to expect the worst to happen.. It probably will.. I have had my share of these little three way dances before and I have been more than just a little successful with them.. We all have our strengths and our weaknesses.. It just so happens that my strengths are stronger than yours.. My experience will give me the edge.. Ahmya has mystery on her side.. There was not much about me available to you yet either.. And Justin.. He has strengths.. They just don’t do him any good when facing the both of us… As we succeed where he falters.. A sharp tongue and a cocky attitude won’t help him there.. But if we put down all the strengths.. And all the weaknesses… And lay it all down for the world to see.. I win..
Kat holds the phone at a normal height again her black pick up truck visible in the background..
Now I have other important business to attend to.. And while I am sure you both will have plenty to say it will have to wait as I am not even in the mood to listen right now.. I will not apologize for what is about to happen.. You were warned.. Your own damn fault if you chose not to listen..
With that said Kat stops the video and sends it off to Carnage Wrestling with a few tabs on her phone.. She was glad that she had turned off the ringtone as she filmed as she had missed several calls from probably a pissed off Kim.. But she was not in the mood.. Kat was just glad that Kim had found her own place to live earlier that week so she was going to be home alone once again.. Driving down the mountain to her house she was thinking about the words her mentor said.. It was not like she had a say in anything Kat did but she did speak from the heart and it was meant well but nobody tells Kat what she can and can not do in her life anymore.. She is not going to give anyone that kind of power over her ever again.. Parking the car at her house she let herself in and immediately was surrounded by her dogs that wanted some attention.. Petting them she thought about the offer given to her.. If she did it she would be on the shitlist of a ton of people.. She has no clue how her brother feels about it.. But then again.. Had he not done the same sort of thing before.. Having made her mind up she grabbed her phone as her dogs laid themselves over her legs as she laid down on the gigantic couch in the lounge area of her house.. She dialed the number given to her..
Kat : This is Kat…... Yeah……... Let’s meet up in Baltimore….. I think we need to talk…... Okay I will meet you at the arena…….. I will find you no worries……. Yeah I will see you there..
A determined and evil smirk came over her face as she ended the call.. Oh this should be fun.. She would deal with the rest later..