Post by Ahmya on Aug 15, 2021 22:05:02 GMT -5
Normally in the lead up to the next show, one finds themselves in a simple position. They react to a win or loss, moving onto the next thing while trying to prove their worth some more. However, even after a win at the last EXP event, the preparation for Ahmya when it comes to the next show is anything but the usual deal.
While she has been taunted or asked numerous times about the incident with Bert being horrifically attacked, the Multiplayer Champion has offered no response. Part of this is because of her being shielded from the questions and stares. The other part is because.. she doesn’t remember what happened. While people on the outside would be skeptical if this was discovered, those close to her know that this is just another part of the struggle she deals with everyday.
Despite this, the athlete known as Ahmya finds herself needing to deal with the aftermath in the form of a tag team match at the next EXP. Only this time she’s not standing side by side with her partner in life. Instead she’s linked to a partner in chaos, looking for her own form of payback against one of the many obstacles on the road to happiness.
The last image of EXP 11 was a distant Ahmya cradling her heart. The young woman didn’t return until well after said heart awoke from his slumber. Before she knew it, they had moved themselves away from the hospital and were getting settled. Apparently several things transpired in between, but again those pieces are lost. Letting out a sigh, she took a seat, looking a bit on the sad side, despite returning to a more comfortable setting.
"What are you thinking about?" Bert. More tired than usual, pained but very much putting on a brave face. "And if you lie, I'm eating the last slice." The bright eye in the swollen face twitched to the potential bounty. Snapping out of her daze, she looks over to him with a small smile, doing her best to not let her brain get the best of her.
“I.. I guess I’m thinking about a couple things I don’t even know. What you told me about what happened.. what I’m set to do next.. and the more.. personal things too. It’s a lot, Robert and when I think too much, I start to get cold and end up back there.” Soon her gaze shifts over to the pizza, contemplating what to do with it and her potential opposition.
"Don't then." He offered, scooting himself over to her, possibly hamming up the agony, but who knows? "Like...we know what happens next. You go fight that stupid clown...while teaming with another clown.." he stops, laughing a bit "Our job is weird, yo." He finally scoots up flush with her.
"Honestly I think it gives you a leg up. She thinks she's in your head, but she ain't…" a smirk "look at that we found a silver lining, yo." Thinking over his words, she ended up giving a slight nod. “ピエロがたくさんいるので、まるでサーカスで働いているようです.. So maybe playing a trick is okay? I should feel better about this, but..”
Fighting against the shyness she feels, she reaches out, bringing him in close with a hug. Turning into him slightly, she whispers. “私はこれが二度と起こらないことを望みます、そして私はこれが起こったことを覚えていないのが嫌いです...”
"I got enough of that to smile…" he answers, turning his face to give her a peck on the cheek. "Don't ever think what happens drives a wedge. Nothing can...and I'll get you to where it stops. I promise, yo." He whispered back, running a hand up and down her back.
While reaching with his other hand for the pizza.. Sinking herself into the embrace, she can’t help the smile. However, she also catches his other hand as she turns her head slightly. As gently as she could, she turned and reached back, grabbing hold of his wrist. “あなたは危険なゲームをプレイしています..”
Dashing, even facing a predator for its prey while injured, Bert uses the arm around her to pull her closer, smirking and doing his best James Bond voice. Yes, Connery. Who else? Nerd.
"Mish...I'm a vehry dangerush man." Double-O Berto. While some color begins to form on her cheeks, she still does her best to remain determined. This was for the honor of pizza, after all. Taking a second to pull back, she closes the distance, spinning herself around so that she’s got her back against him, the perfect blockade. “You are a dangerous man, yes..I think I can be dangerous too..” Not the most confident in delivery, but considering her current edge position wise, she stuck a joking tongue out before bending in an attempt to get the pizza.
There was only one move left. The nuclear option. An elbow could put him back in the hospital. Hell it could do that and knock him out. The power balance of the tag team would forever be skewed.
But this was meat lovers, extra cheese.
He took aim, and jammed his fingers into her arm pits as she reached immediately setting to tickle her, "I said it's mine yo!!" He declared. She froze in place, her eyes darting frantically between him and the treasure. Even with this heinous assault, she did her best to reach, but ultimately gave into the laughter, being pulled back close. She almost loses her balance but is caught. Looking over to him, she is a fit of giggle struggling to form thought. “Aahh..hey..okay.. Okay.. okay..I’m.. I gi..” she loses herself to the laughter for a while longer before stopping. Her gaze quickly lowers, tomato form having been reached.
His own laughter had left him breathless, his fingers stopped as she leaned back. The ghost of his own laugh dies quietly as he shifts his grip to be around her waist. He leans his face into her back, taking a deep inhale.
"You're gonna do great. Jenny ain't our friend, but she ain't hers...and even if I'm not medically cleared you know I'll be close…" he plants a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades "I believe in you." Though not thought possible, her cheeks filled with more color. A sweet smile found its way to her face as well as she gave an assuring nod. “Thank you! I promise to give my very best. I want to make sure to not just do well, but kind of.. well..” she trailed off a little, unsure of how to express her feelings without sounding a certain way. “I..well I want to kind of bash her noggin in back, but more and stuff.. Really, really badly.” She looked away now, sort of feeling embarrassed at her lack of control.
"That was hot." He blurted out, then cleared his throat "Look...I got an idea. Knox always said, three quarters of it is getting in their head. Poke at the nerves they show. Discredit their stupid image…" a pause.
"BUT...dude wears face paint and plays piano...he's good at theatrics. You're just as good with the image you put out...I think so anyway…" he chuckles, letting out a breath as he shifts, which only makes him aware of the pretty girl..
...in his lap.
Fucking. Allergies.
"I used to film his promos. I'm good at it..so..if you're interested? We can brainstorm...or…" he trailed off. Listening to his words, she nodded a few times before giving an emphatic one and getting giggly again. “Oh Robert, that sounds like so much fun! I don’t know anything about music but I think we do good with the paint and I can definitely try my best to go in people’s heads!” Clapping her hands together excitedly, her expression suddenly turned a little lost. “But wait.. I don’t really know how to do the talking part so good, usually you do that.”
"I could...like, guest star? Be the starsky to your hutch?" Why was he hung up on old TV and movie references? All they watched was Pixar. The reaction she gave clearly showcased this fact, though she was still sweet enough to nod in agreement. “We will both be stars with this! So when and how do we do this? We don’t have a piano.”
"We'll figure it out, yo.." he checked his nose, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of blood. "Let's walk though. Find a place you think fits. Or we could even go film it in that ring we've been training in.."
Ring.
Training.
Close proximity.
Quietly, he checked his nose again. Thinking over his idea she smiles. “That works perfectly! Since we’re doing a film, should I wear my actual gear? I got a new one we can use! Then we can train! It’ll be the best..”
"Yeah...the best."
Breathe McAlroy…
Just Breathe.
----
"Take a moment to catch your breath, we ain't dead."
The camera comes to life to reveal the interior of a tiny boxing gym. A ring that saw Disco come and go stands proudly in the middle of the room. Within that ring, a secret disco fan himself, were the remains of Bert McAlroy and his equal parts demure and intense tag partner, The Beauty to his Bong, Ahmya.
They were seated not unlike the first time they shared a camera near a year ago. Bert dressed like a coke dealer, Ahmya in her ring gear.
"Throwback Thursday, Bitch!! It's your boy Bert here with another superstar highlight and JUST. LIKE. LAST. TIME. My guest is a champ!" He turns to Ahmya, grinning "Ahmya! Wassup, nostalgic ain't it babe?" The smile was easily returned. Her eyes darted around for a moment before focusing back on him. “とてもなじみがある...私は不思議に思う.. I mean.. hello! Yes, this is very nice Ro-“ she cut herself off with a giggle. “Very, very nice. Not much is up, just getting ready for everything coming up. What about you?”
"Went from Ben Affleck to Quasimodo thanks to some stupid clown but I'm okay...SPEAKING OF" He tips the cue cards from his lap. Obviously blank but we can fix that in post.
"Your next match, you got a partner who is as much a stranger as she is Strange. How do you feel about fighting Clown with Clown?"
“I like Quasimodo.. but you don’t have a.. well nevermind that. I’m just glad you’re getting better!” Ahmya offers a genuine smile to her partner in everything before switching her focus to his question. “Strange stranger to help with fighting the strangest of things.. I think she seems really nice. Her makeup reminds me of twisted up paintings we’ve looked at online for the apartment. Like that dark one with the swirls.” Pausing, the young woman lets out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I keep going all weird with my talking. I told you I’m not good at this. This is why you usually do the talking..”
"Well, yeah but you don't give yourself enough credit. Modest, decorated, lethal, cute as a button…" a cocky grin on a broken face as he turns to the camera and adds "And she's mine!"
He clears his throat, nodding "You're right though. Queenie is twisted like those paintings. And she wants to hurt Raggy worse than we do...well, nearly.." he pauses. A shift in his seat.
"You displayed a ridiculous amount of bravery trying to save me. A lot of people in Carnage and here have admired the heart you put into everything. Do you think that's part of why you seem so unphased by Ragdoll’s dumb games?"
“But you know I don-” noticing a certain look, Ahmya gives a nod of understanding. At least she thinks she understands anyway. “Right, yes. I did that and I’d do it again every time. I think what you say holds truth, and I think those who believe in that are very kind. My days aren’t the easiest, the path is very clouded, but it’s one I keep trying my best to traverse. It’s one I keep learning more and more about. It’s one I find myself growing into the person I want to be, alongside the person I want to be with.”
Some color begins to appear on her cheeks again at that moment. “I’m not sure what is going on with the Doll, and I will not pretend to be some sort of psychic who does. All I know for sure is she’s doing these awful things so I need to do my best in stopping her from continuing to do them. I don’t know how successful I’ll be, but I know I’m willing to do anything and everything to help as best as I can.” Thinking over things a little more, a blushing smirk appears followed by a whisper. “Plus you hurt my boyfriend so I kind of have to bust your noodle..”
"Clown pasta bitch!" Bert declared. "Too bad the side dish is blander than Avocado toast, yo. Isaac or ISAAC," he shouts, as the man's name is in all caps "Imagine hanging out with the nerd who calls himself the wizard. Imagine being the kinda big guy hanging out with the big guy. Imagine being named Isaac!"
Bert shakes his head "See, as a team, we are undefeated against the faction. Technically. I whipped everyone but the biggest one...and trust and believe he's gettin it first for what he did soon as I'm cleared…"
Bert trails off, suddenly remembering this isn't his fight "But hey. Instead of my boring ass dunking on yall Imma let the best fighter in level up speak from her big, giant heart yo…" Bert turns to Ahmya, with the camera.
"Floor's yours, Ahmya…" he leans in, whispering to her before flopping back in his seat. A rosy smile appears on her face following his whisper and she takes a second to gather herself. “Okay.. I will give this my best.. for you and for us..” Taking in a deep breath, on the exhale, she expressed what she could.
“I know when a lot of people see me, they see a happy girl, who is lost but still does her best. These things are true. But I also have a big heart and with that heart comes pain and renewed will. I have been hurt before, some things I know inside and others are..well I’m not sure if that’s meant for today’s talk. What is meant for today is me letting you know that I will always be ready for more. Especially when it comes to being there for those I love..” Ahmya takes a breath, doing what she can to make sure her thoughts are conveyed properly. “What you did at the last show was very bad. I know we’re all supposed to be competitive and do what we can to be the best, but your actions were uncalled for and not the act of someone with a fighting spirit. You are a balloon!”
Awkward pause. Very awkward pause. “Buffoon. A balloon buffoon! You are out of control and need to have sensibilities and responsibilities kicked into your head. I can not say that I know your struggle, but regardless of what it is, I have to do what is right in my heart. In my mind. That, unfortunately for you, is to show you that not only am I better inside of that ring, but I will never back down from you outside of it either. You’re not tough. You’re a sad clown.”
Taking a moment to think over the match itself beyond getting payback against Ragdoll, the young champion taps her chin curiously before lowering it back down.
“ああ、そうです。これはタッグチームの試合です。So with that said.. I have to remember that I am not alone in this fight. While I know I always have you by my side..” she looks over to Bert with a smile before turning her attention back to her statement. “I find myself teaming with someone different. Someone who looks to have her own mission, her own issues with the person who is clouding all the company in a mean green smoke. While we do not know each other very well, I promise to give my best to this match and honor you as my partner in it. We will do our best to make our statement and come away victorious. It is the least we can do when it comes to everything that has happened.”
Trying to recall what Bert had said earlier, Ahmya unintentionally goes right into another awkward pause. These seem to be happening quite a bit, but she’s trying her best. “Your partner for this match is Isaac. I made sure to watch matches featuring him so I knew what I would be facing and he’s definitely going to prove a challenge. Normally I wouldn’t be the kind to be so adamant about victory, but something is happening inside of me. It’s kind of like burning..”
Bert watches intently, seeing the little ticks he springs from his seat "There it is Krusty the Bitch and Sideshow Fuckface. Ahmya, fierce as she is gorgeous and Jenny Rivers Crazy as she is...crazy.. comin’ to pop your balloon buffoon asses!!" Suddenly, he produces a potato gun that had been hidden behind his chair. He takes aim at the camera.
"So suck on that Bozo the skank!!"
He fires at the Camera.
"FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN T--"
Fade to black.
While she has been taunted or asked numerous times about the incident with Bert being horrifically attacked, the Multiplayer Champion has offered no response. Part of this is because of her being shielded from the questions and stares. The other part is because.. she doesn’t remember what happened. While people on the outside would be skeptical if this was discovered, those close to her know that this is just another part of the struggle she deals with everyday.
Despite this, the athlete known as Ahmya finds herself needing to deal with the aftermath in the form of a tag team match at the next EXP. Only this time she’s not standing side by side with her partner in life. Instead she’s linked to a partner in chaos, looking for her own form of payback against one of the many obstacles on the road to happiness.
The last image of EXP 11 was a distant Ahmya cradling her heart. The young woman didn’t return until well after said heart awoke from his slumber. Before she knew it, they had moved themselves away from the hospital and were getting settled. Apparently several things transpired in between, but again those pieces are lost. Letting out a sigh, she took a seat, looking a bit on the sad side, despite returning to a more comfortable setting.
"What are you thinking about?" Bert. More tired than usual, pained but very much putting on a brave face. "And if you lie, I'm eating the last slice." The bright eye in the swollen face twitched to the potential bounty. Snapping out of her daze, she looks over to him with a small smile, doing her best to not let her brain get the best of her.
“I.. I guess I’m thinking about a couple things I don’t even know. What you told me about what happened.. what I’m set to do next.. and the more.. personal things too. It’s a lot, Robert and when I think too much, I start to get cold and end up back there.” Soon her gaze shifts over to the pizza, contemplating what to do with it and her potential opposition.
"Don't then." He offered, scooting himself over to her, possibly hamming up the agony, but who knows? "Like...we know what happens next. You go fight that stupid clown...while teaming with another clown.." he stops, laughing a bit "Our job is weird, yo." He finally scoots up flush with her.
"Honestly I think it gives you a leg up. She thinks she's in your head, but she ain't…" a smirk "look at that we found a silver lining, yo." Thinking over his words, she ended up giving a slight nod. “ピエロがたくさんいるので、まるでサーカスで働いているようです.. So maybe playing a trick is okay? I should feel better about this, but..”
Fighting against the shyness she feels, she reaches out, bringing him in close with a hug. Turning into him slightly, she whispers. “私はこれが二度と起こらないことを望みます、そして私はこれが起こったことを覚えていないのが嫌いです...”
"I got enough of that to smile…" he answers, turning his face to give her a peck on the cheek. "Don't ever think what happens drives a wedge. Nothing can...and I'll get you to where it stops. I promise, yo." He whispered back, running a hand up and down her back.
While reaching with his other hand for the pizza.. Sinking herself into the embrace, she can’t help the smile. However, she also catches his other hand as she turns her head slightly. As gently as she could, she turned and reached back, grabbing hold of his wrist. “あなたは危険なゲームをプレイしています..”
Dashing, even facing a predator for its prey while injured, Bert uses the arm around her to pull her closer, smirking and doing his best James Bond voice. Yes, Connery. Who else? Nerd.
"Mish...I'm a vehry dangerush man." Double-O Berto. While some color begins to form on her cheeks, she still does her best to remain determined. This was for the honor of pizza, after all. Taking a second to pull back, she closes the distance, spinning herself around so that she’s got her back against him, the perfect blockade. “You are a dangerous man, yes..I think I can be dangerous too..” Not the most confident in delivery, but considering her current edge position wise, she stuck a joking tongue out before bending in an attempt to get the pizza.
There was only one move left. The nuclear option. An elbow could put him back in the hospital. Hell it could do that and knock him out. The power balance of the tag team would forever be skewed.
But this was meat lovers, extra cheese.
He took aim, and jammed his fingers into her arm pits as she reached immediately setting to tickle her, "I said it's mine yo!!" He declared. She froze in place, her eyes darting frantically between him and the treasure. Even with this heinous assault, she did her best to reach, but ultimately gave into the laughter, being pulled back close. She almost loses her balance but is caught. Looking over to him, she is a fit of giggle struggling to form thought. “Aahh..hey..okay.. Okay.. okay..I’m.. I gi..” she loses herself to the laughter for a while longer before stopping. Her gaze quickly lowers, tomato form having been reached.
His own laughter had left him breathless, his fingers stopped as she leaned back. The ghost of his own laugh dies quietly as he shifts his grip to be around her waist. He leans his face into her back, taking a deep inhale.
"You're gonna do great. Jenny ain't our friend, but she ain't hers...and even if I'm not medically cleared you know I'll be close…" he plants a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades "I believe in you." Though not thought possible, her cheeks filled with more color. A sweet smile found its way to her face as well as she gave an assuring nod. “Thank you! I promise to give my very best. I want to make sure to not just do well, but kind of.. well..” she trailed off a little, unsure of how to express her feelings without sounding a certain way. “I..well I want to kind of bash her noggin in back, but more and stuff.. Really, really badly.” She looked away now, sort of feeling embarrassed at her lack of control.
"That was hot." He blurted out, then cleared his throat "Look...I got an idea. Knox always said, three quarters of it is getting in their head. Poke at the nerves they show. Discredit their stupid image…" a pause.
"BUT...dude wears face paint and plays piano...he's good at theatrics. You're just as good with the image you put out...I think so anyway…" he chuckles, letting out a breath as he shifts, which only makes him aware of the pretty girl..
...in his lap.
Fucking. Allergies.
"I used to film his promos. I'm good at it..so..if you're interested? We can brainstorm...or…" he trailed off. Listening to his words, she nodded a few times before giving an emphatic one and getting giggly again. “Oh Robert, that sounds like so much fun! I don’t know anything about music but I think we do good with the paint and I can definitely try my best to go in people’s heads!” Clapping her hands together excitedly, her expression suddenly turned a little lost. “But wait.. I don’t really know how to do the talking part so good, usually you do that.”
"I could...like, guest star? Be the starsky to your hutch?" Why was he hung up on old TV and movie references? All they watched was Pixar. The reaction she gave clearly showcased this fact, though she was still sweet enough to nod in agreement. “We will both be stars with this! So when and how do we do this? We don’t have a piano.”
"We'll figure it out, yo.." he checked his nose, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of blood. "Let's walk though. Find a place you think fits. Or we could even go film it in that ring we've been training in.."
Ring.
Training.
Close proximity.
Quietly, he checked his nose again. Thinking over his idea she smiles. “That works perfectly! Since we’re doing a film, should I wear my actual gear? I got a new one we can use! Then we can train! It’ll be the best..”
"Yeah...the best."
Breathe McAlroy…
Just Breathe.
----
"Take a moment to catch your breath, we ain't dead."
The camera comes to life to reveal the interior of a tiny boxing gym. A ring that saw Disco come and go stands proudly in the middle of the room. Within that ring, a secret disco fan himself, were the remains of Bert McAlroy and his equal parts demure and intense tag partner, The Beauty to his Bong, Ahmya.
They were seated not unlike the first time they shared a camera near a year ago. Bert dressed like a coke dealer, Ahmya in her ring gear.
"Throwback Thursday, Bitch!! It's your boy Bert here with another superstar highlight and JUST. LIKE. LAST. TIME. My guest is a champ!" He turns to Ahmya, grinning "Ahmya! Wassup, nostalgic ain't it babe?" The smile was easily returned. Her eyes darted around for a moment before focusing back on him. “とてもなじみがある...私は不思議に思う.. I mean.. hello! Yes, this is very nice Ro-“ she cut herself off with a giggle. “Very, very nice. Not much is up, just getting ready for everything coming up. What about you?”
"Went from Ben Affleck to Quasimodo thanks to some stupid clown but I'm okay...SPEAKING OF" He tips the cue cards from his lap. Obviously blank but we can fix that in post.
"Your next match, you got a partner who is as much a stranger as she is Strange. How do you feel about fighting Clown with Clown?"
“I like Quasimodo.. but you don’t have a.. well nevermind that. I’m just glad you’re getting better!” Ahmya offers a genuine smile to her partner in everything before switching her focus to his question. “Strange stranger to help with fighting the strangest of things.. I think she seems really nice. Her makeup reminds me of twisted up paintings we’ve looked at online for the apartment. Like that dark one with the swirls.” Pausing, the young woman lets out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I keep going all weird with my talking. I told you I’m not good at this. This is why you usually do the talking..”
"Well, yeah but you don't give yourself enough credit. Modest, decorated, lethal, cute as a button…" a cocky grin on a broken face as he turns to the camera and adds "And she's mine!"
He clears his throat, nodding "You're right though. Queenie is twisted like those paintings. And she wants to hurt Raggy worse than we do...well, nearly.." he pauses. A shift in his seat.
"You displayed a ridiculous amount of bravery trying to save me. A lot of people in Carnage and here have admired the heart you put into everything. Do you think that's part of why you seem so unphased by Ragdoll’s dumb games?"
“But you know I don-” noticing a certain look, Ahmya gives a nod of understanding. At least she thinks she understands anyway. “Right, yes. I did that and I’d do it again every time. I think what you say holds truth, and I think those who believe in that are very kind. My days aren’t the easiest, the path is very clouded, but it’s one I keep trying my best to traverse. It’s one I keep learning more and more about. It’s one I find myself growing into the person I want to be, alongside the person I want to be with.”
Some color begins to appear on her cheeks again at that moment. “I’m not sure what is going on with the Doll, and I will not pretend to be some sort of psychic who does. All I know for sure is she’s doing these awful things so I need to do my best in stopping her from continuing to do them. I don’t know how successful I’ll be, but I know I’m willing to do anything and everything to help as best as I can.” Thinking over things a little more, a blushing smirk appears followed by a whisper. “Plus you hurt my boyfriend so I kind of have to bust your noodle..”
"Clown pasta bitch!" Bert declared. "Too bad the side dish is blander than Avocado toast, yo. Isaac or ISAAC," he shouts, as the man's name is in all caps "Imagine hanging out with the nerd who calls himself the wizard. Imagine being the kinda big guy hanging out with the big guy. Imagine being named Isaac!"
Bert shakes his head "See, as a team, we are undefeated against the faction. Technically. I whipped everyone but the biggest one...and trust and believe he's gettin it first for what he did soon as I'm cleared…"
Bert trails off, suddenly remembering this isn't his fight "But hey. Instead of my boring ass dunking on yall Imma let the best fighter in level up speak from her big, giant heart yo…" Bert turns to Ahmya, with the camera.
"Floor's yours, Ahmya…" he leans in, whispering to her before flopping back in his seat. A rosy smile appears on her face following his whisper and she takes a second to gather herself. “Okay.. I will give this my best.. for you and for us..” Taking in a deep breath, on the exhale, she expressed what she could.
“I know when a lot of people see me, they see a happy girl, who is lost but still does her best. These things are true. But I also have a big heart and with that heart comes pain and renewed will. I have been hurt before, some things I know inside and others are..well I’m not sure if that’s meant for today’s talk. What is meant for today is me letting you know that I will always be ready for more. Especially when it comes to being there for those I love..” Ahmya takes a breath, doing what she can to make sure her thoughts are conveyed properly. “What you did at the last show was very bad. I know we’re all supposed to be competitive and do what we can to be the best, but your actions were uncalled for and not the act of someone with a fighting spirit. You are a balloon!”
Awkward pause. Very awkward pause. “Buffoon. A balloon buffoon! You are out of control and need to have sensibilities and responsibilities kicked into your head. I can not say that I know your struggle, but regardless of what it is, I have to do what is right in my heart. In my mind. That, unfortunately for you, is to show you that not only am I better inside of that ring, but I will never back down from you outside of it either. You’re not tough. You’re a sad clown.”
Taking a moment to think over the match itself beyond getting payback against Ragdoll, the young champion taps her chin curiously before lowering it back down.
“ああ、そうです。これはタッグチームの試合です。So with that said.. I have to remember that I am not alone in this fight. While I know I always have you by my side..” she looks over to Bert with a smile before turning her attention back to her statement. “I find myself teaming with someone different. Someone who looks to have her own mission, her own issues with the person who is clouding all the company in a mean green smoke. While we do not know each other very well, I promise to give my best to this match and honor you as my partner in it. We will do our best to make our statement and come away victorious. It is the least we can do when it comes to everything that has happened.”
Trying to recall what Bert had said earlier, Ahmya unintentionally goes right into another awkward pause. These seem to be happening quite a bit, but she’s trying her best. “Your partner for this match is Isaac. I made sure to watch matches featuring him so I knew what I would be facing and he’s definitely going to prove a challenge. Normally I wouldn’t be the kind to be so adamant about victory, but something is happening inside of me. It’s kind of like burning..”
Bert watches intently, seeing the little ticks he springs from his seat "There it is Krusty the Bitch and Sideshow Fuckface. Ahmya, fierce as she is gorgeous and Jenny Rivers Crazy as she is...crazy.. comin’ to pop your balloon buffoon asses!!" Suddenly, he produces a potato gun that had been hidden behind his chair. He takes aim at the camera.
"So suck on that Bozo the skank!!"
He fires at the Camera.
"FUCK I DIDN'T MEAN T--"
Fade to black.
