Kat Jones vs Ahyma

Serving as the moment where gears truly started turning in her new career, Chaos 100 saw Ahmya obtain her first victory. Not only that, but her impressive performance earned her the opportunity to become the number one contender for the Chaos Championship. The added ‘cherry on top’ as some would say, is that she, along with her opponent Kat Jones, will be making history as the first two main eventing Carnage Wrestling’s new show Havoc. Having the chance to face Kat in a one on one contest was something that Ahmya was craving following their last encounter so to get her wish so soon brought a smile to her face.

Or at least it would have if she wasn’t trapped in her current situation. Looking around to barely see what’s ahead, one thing the woman calling Ahmya or Shiori depending on the day knew was that her arms were tied tight behind her back. Unfortunately following the show, she slipped away once again and never made it home as far as she recalls. The jumps were clouding her mind to a ridiculous degree and she didn’t know if she was traveling forward, backwards or around to a whole different side. “Hello? Hello?!” There was no response for a while until the loud clanging sound of steel against steel was heard from not too far away, over on what seemed like her left. Following the sound, she turned her head, locking eyes with the source. Her sense of confusion turned into a terrifying realization. Shutting her eyes she let out a scream. *Not yet, not now, not ever* played on repeat mentally. A few stray tears were shed before she opened her eyes. To her relief and also further confusion, she found herself back in the living room of the place she was slowly beginning to call home. Looking down at her now free wrists, she noticed a faint discoloration on them. Not a dream. Doing her best to shake away the feeling, Ahmya knew that if she had any chance of staying long enough to give her all to her upcoming match, she had to tie herself to the time, even if it was done by silly yammering in the name of promoting the event.

“I can’t afford to fade, not yet, I have too much I need to try while I’m still free.” Letting out a sigh, she began rummaging through her things before finding her camera and tripod. Softly leaning her head against it, she took a deep breath before getting down to business. Setting the timer for ten seconds, she readies herself before the camera begins to capture her message for the masses.

The first thing shown to the world was a warm smile from the young woman whose gaze was slightly turned downward. Soon enough though her eyes locked with the lens. “Greetings to the faithful fans and detractors alike. While I’m not the kind to have an ego, I think it’s getting to the point where I don’t feel the need to introduce myself. So rather than dance around the who, let’s get right into the why. Why do I present myself to you today? Well it’s pretty simple. In just a short time I will be making history alongside a tough opponent as we help carve the mold that is Carnage Wrestling’s Havoc. While the match itself is one to keep your eyes on, there is the addition of an incredible opportunity to challenge for the company’s Chaos Championship. This title, which is presently held by someone I hold in high regard and being challenged by another at the next Chaos show. Now I’m sure some of you are thinking back to my debut match which involved Kat and had her end up victorious and that’s a good thing to bring up as I’m sure if it was anyone else faced with that fact leading into the match, it would be messing with their mind greatly. The lingering questions of whether that would have happened had the third person been involved and of course the one of highest importance, can this foe be conquered when it counts the most.”

Giving the questions deep thought, seemingly, Ahmya shrugs her shoulders but doesn’t have a quizzical or clueless expression to accompany it. “Look, I’m not a soothsayer, I don’t have any ability to see what happens tomorrow, a year from now, or even in the next five minutes. What I do have is the drive and determination to do all I can to make it so that things go the way I desire. Another thing that I know I have is a very credible athlete set to stand in the opposing corner. We have a mutual respect for each other and know how important this match is, how it will land in the history book of the company and how it will set the tone for the future Havoc programs. Years ago something like this, what is shared between her and I, wouldn’t have been thought as a possibility, let alone what is set to take place. To carry that weight, it isn’t a burden, it isn’t a level of pressure that will lead us to crumble, it is something we will hoist with pride and show we are deserving. So many people in this company talk about how they’re the best, how they’re at the point where it’s time to conquer the landscape. I even know that some actually give their all to back up those words which is something to commend. However, what they also tend to do is overlook talent on the rise, those who are starting out and are incredibly hungry. We are the ones ready to truly do all it takes and that includes quelling egos in the name of proving what we’re made of when and where it counts. Though I stand before you discussing my upcoming match, I’m not going to do so in a way that lifts me up onto a ridiculously high pedestal, nor will I bash my opponent. There is no need for that, and despite what some feel towards her now, the athlete Kat Jones is, doesn’t deserve that. In the ring, she should be treated with respect and given the absolute best which is exactly what I intend and promise to do.” Stopping a moment to recollect herself, Ahmya seems to be taken back by her own words. Not in the sense that she didn’t mean them, but that she has grown so bold as to speak them without any fear. To step up to the elite was asking for trouble but in a way, she knew she wanted it. She just needed to find a way to stay. This has to be the only reality.

Not wasting anymore time in her mind, the woman ready to place the Ahmya persona alongside the highest of tiers, gives a gratifying nod before continuing. “Normally after a burst of that nature I would apologize, but this time I don’t see the point. What I said was my truth and as a woman of honor, I will not back down from my stance because it can end up ruffling a few feathers. Now along with my promise to Kat, to the company, I did take a couple requests on what to do to her in this match and rest assured I will make sure it all happens. After all, even with my stance on the rise needing to be respected, I still love making others happy and if a few kicks brings a smile or two, who am I to deny that? It wouldn’t be very fair of me.” A small chuckle escapes from Ahmya at this moment. “Seriously though, I honestly don’t feel like much more needs to be said. Those who tuned into Chaos the past few shows have had the pleasure of seeing both of our debuts and know that we don't take this lightly, we don’t treat this like a side gig. We love this business and are ready to give our well to it. Hell we’re doing that already, we just haven’t had the chance to show that to our fullest extents, until now. While I know we’re not the best of friends, I know you see me as one to watch out for, as do I when it comes to you. Our friendly exchanges aren’t fake either, it comes from a place of respect and the realization that while we’re clawing for the same spot, that we’re putting in the work. That’s why we don’t entertain the crazy as much as others, that’s why we don’t allow ourselves to be distracted. When we have the time, all of it, down to the millisecond is dedicated to perfecting ourselves. We make sure to refine our kicks, enhance our strength, better plot our strategies and refuse to settle. That’s why I like you and others who share that mindset, that heart. One loss isn’t going to cause it to shatter just as one victory isn’t going to lead me to abandon it and compromise my morals.”

While the similar smile and attitude seemed to be there, a hint of something else entering Ahmya’s mind also could be noticed. The young woman continues on though, doing her best to shy away from the troubling trip her mind was going on. “So where does this leave us? Nowhere negative obviously but we do have a question to answer, and no matter which way it goes, I couldn’t ask for a better foe and partner out there. We are our first true tests here and that is a wonderful thing. I just hope that feeling remains after the bell.” Giving the camera and viewers a playful wink, Ahmya prepares to cut the feed, when suddenly the scene around her shifts in a single blink. Opal painted walls give way to a crimson shade, not encompassing the whole room but a single side, a splatter? Alarmed and afraid, Shiori slowly approached the stain. As she goes to touch it, she notices that the colors already cover her hand. Looking down she notices it’s all over her and starts to panic. “What did I do? Red over white. It’s always red over white..but why?!” Hearing a shriek, she turns in the direction of it but finds only the camera. No red. Where did it go? Shaking her head Ahmya stares at this still recording camera, a look of fright and confusion on her face. “Did you see it? Is it real? It has to be but I can’t let it take over. I need to stay, this is where I belong. I can’t go back... I can’t.” Shorts breaths follow, but Ahmya makes sure that nothing more is seen as she hurries and stops the recording.

Exposed? What is the truth? Who is in the reflection? Labored breathing accompanies the swirling thoughts, the walls shifting at a rapid pace to the point where Shiori races out of there, nearly knocking over the camera in the process. Heading into the bedroom, she closes the door behind her before jumping into her bed, trying to cover herself from what’s surrounding her. She slams her fists against the bed a few times but after the fourth go the bed fades, in its place is a person, so blurry. She feels herself being pulled back, and turns to her left and right frantically to see several more silhouettes as the ones leading her away from the red. Getting pushed against the wall, the multiple meld into one. As it gets closer, all Shiori can do is scream, though somehow her yell came out a whisper ほっといて！ The figure reaches out to her, holding something Shiori couldn’t make out. Get back. Go home. Escape. She tries to blink but while she left, she didn’t make it back. Feeling something on her she touches headphones. Is that recording equipment, who is looking, staring. No, glaring. Coming through the glass. None of this makes sense. “I need to go home. Please!”

Waking up in a sweat, Shiori touches herself to make sure she is mark free, scar free, free of the red. Seeing none on her, she looks around. Breathing a sigh of relief, she settled back in bed. She still has the ability to return. However, a feeling of dread soon filled her mind. “I need to control this. I can’t keep leaving. There is so much I want to do, to experience. Someone needs to find me, I don’t know what to do myself. I don’t want to be trapped in between. But where do I go for the answer, here or there? I need to breathe, I made it. I’m here, and I can stay, right? No. No question, I owe it to them. Those I promised myself to, those who want to see the rise, the fall. I must live to see more of the story unfold. I can’t lose. Not like this..” More tears, more questions. This was more than a match or future matches, this was a matter of survival, not for Ahmya, not for Kat, but for the woman in the reflection. So much to learn but in how much time. Can she stay long enough to give the fight she desires?