Justin Case Vs. Kat Jones Vs. Ahmya

“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.

いいえ！

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.

ごめんなさい！

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..”