Chesna Matu Vs. Ayumi Misaki

Standard match
Loosing condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.

"Beep... beep... beep..." The steady beat of the heart monitor was the only indication that Chesna was one of the girls in the next match up. She stepped out of the backstage area and onto the arena and looked around. Her glassy and apathetic stare an indication that today's match would probably go more like her first than her second. She slowly made her way down the ring and stopped at the apron. She sighed again and then looked around. There were mild cheers but mostly for the chance to see a match. Chesna didn't care if they cheered, booed or stared blankly.

"Why do I have to wrestle to be able to use the facilities here?" She asked herself and quickly ducked under the apron. She pulled out a small case and opened it and put together a needle and injected herself. She gasped and then sighed and a small smile came over her face. She climbed out the other side of the apron and then into the ring and took a seat on a turnbuckle in her corner and stared blankly at the ring entrance.

As Chesna was making her not so dynamic entrance, there was a strange event with an even stranger young woman backstage....

"Heparin... Thalidomide... Paroxetine... Nifedipine... PCP... I..I can't decide!!!" With dark violet eyes widened while she went through her purse, a pale, sickly looking maid in a long sleeved, long purple skirted dress was shouting out a list of different drugs in her high pitched cry of indesicion. A few onlookers stared at her like she was crazy, and from the way her tongue hung out a little as she rumaged deeper down her purse, and one of her violet hairs fell out as she franticlaly dug deep, they had very good reason. Had she chosen to wear the shorter sleeved dress, it would have been plainly obvious that this wasn't an act, as she often had needle marks along her forearm, but today, she had chosen to conciel that, not even aware of this choice since she could hardly even remember how she got here this afternoon, nevermind getting dressed.

The maid was known as Ayumi Misaki, an extreme drug addict who had made her way to the AFW, only so she could make the money needed to keep her addiction. And today, she was starting her first match, hardly even aware of this fact as she pulled out a large, white container. "Diazepam! Woot!!! Three points for me~" With a cheer as she leapt a few times up a down like a hyperactive child with a sugar rush, there was something strangely cute about her actions, even if she did look a little unhealthy in some ways. She certainly had the energy to be here at least, that was for sure.

'Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored'

"Wazzat? Is that you Mr. Pinky?" Suddenly, her violet eyes perked up again, and with an exaggerated motion, she cupped one hand to her ear, and listened, hearing lyrics that felt familiar. She was too drugged up at the time of choosing this song to remember it was her entrance music, but she thought it was her imaginary friend that was calling her, listening closely.

'I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop
And it makes me want some more'

Pondering it a moment, she quickly downed three of the large, white pills, already over the dosage as her eyes widened in glee, and her sharp-toothy grin came to her pale lips as she giggled like a child, bobbing her head a little to the left and right.

'Because I'm hyped up outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go'

Bam!!! Suddenly, at the word ‘go†in the end of those lyrics, she dropped the purse, and suddenly bolted out of the backstage room like a gunshot, practically leaving a dust trail behind her before rushing to the arena. Her steps were wobbled, stumbling, and she nearly feel twice. Until finally, just as she was going down the end of the runway ramp- Splat!

She tripped on what could only be said her own demented stupidity, and fell face first into the ground. She lied there, motionless with her hands outstretched and legs spread like she had just been shot, motionless for a few seconds. Fans were shocked, some laughing, some confused, a few even worried, until…

"Whaddaya think youâ€re laughing at!" She shouted at as she suddenly flopped a few times like a fish before kicking her legs out and rolling up on her feet in a surprisingly swift motion, like watching a movement similar to a break dancing move or just water in flesh. She didnâ€t even get inside the ring yet, wiping the small trickle of blood from her nose, as she stopped at the apron of the ring, and pointed at Chesna, handing on the bottom rope outside the ring. "And you!" She said with a strangely ditzy, almost drunken smile at the girl, pointing at her accusingly. "Why are you the only one –not- smiling? Itâ€s ugly… youâ€re ugly…. Youâ€re….. um… who are you again? Hi! What were we talking about?" Lost in mid-sentence, her sudden accusation became a question, as if she had not even realized how she got here. Clearly the girl was a total mess… especially with the swirly look in her eyes, the pale skin, and the faint trail of saliva coming from the corner of her lips as she wobbled a little, still outside the ring.

Chesna watched the girl as she burst forth from the backstage of the arena. She carefully scrutinized her, taking a moment to wipe away the haze to gain her mental faculties. She had been doing this so long and really quite professionally that she had become used to what she needed and was able to achieve the kind of high she wanted with the right sort of medicine. Far beyond mere perscription drugs, she had been making her own unique brands for some time now. Once she had gotten a generous grant from a fellow wreslter, she had been content to continue her 'research'.


She sighed and took a step to the edge of the apron, giving a glassy look at Ayumi. "I can't be bothered to smile." She said in an apathetic tone. "Too much work." She sight again. "Uppers... are nothing but trouble." She spoke as she put her hand on her head. "Can we get this over with? I don't want all that joy killing my buzz." As if on cue, Chesna's on nose began to bleed. Her condition more from being a hemophiliac than from drugs, but still a little from drugs. She wiped it off and sighed and then slumped to the ground and layed down. "Whenever you feel like getting up here...." She said. "You're making us both look bad." Though Chesna had no right to complain and really didn't care truthfully. Last Match, she had come out in a much worse state than Ayumi was in now and didn't even remember she had a match until someone told her about it. In as sober a state as she could muster, she had watched the footage in horror and then doped enough so she would forget tever even having watched it.

Most of Chesna's words just blew past Ayumi like white noise, the drugged up made clearly too gone to even register where she really was at the time. The only word that truly clicked was 'uppers,' taking it clearly the wrong way as those violet eyes widened and she smiled, her tongue hanging out just a little. "Oh!! You want uppers? I have plenty! I can spare you some, it'll make you feel good-good-gooooood~! You-want-you-want-you-want???" On a one tracked mind, not even knowing this was a match really, she was already kindly offering some of her goods to the girl, before she started to make her way into the ring.

Ayumi climbed into it like she was scaling a ladder, until, when she got to the top, Ayumi actually stood up on her hands and feet on the top rope, like a cat trying to balance, crouched on it, giving Chesna a brief look up her skirt along her thighs that were covered in white and purple striped socks, and nearly up to her panties as well. Ayumi was too unaware of her awkward position, as she tried to leap, only to get tangled and fall over, landing on her front again, chin first into the mat. A few seconds into this though, her eyes rolled up, lids fully opened as she stared right into Chesna's eyes, still on the mat and grinned. "Come ooooooon, you'll like- no you'll love what I have! Uppers, downers, greeners, browners, smokeys, pillsies, dopeys, thrillsies~" With a surprisingly on-tune, sing-song voice, she rolled on to her back, then in a reverse somersualt, her whole body moving like a worm, she got to her feet, wobbling a few times, and smiling like an idiot, blissfully unaware before looking back at Chesna. "No-yes? Yes-no? Oh!!! I get it! You already have some? Am I right? Am-I-am-I-am-I? If you do, I want! Gimme-gimme-gimme~!"

For some reason Ayumi's voice was like a spear in Chesna's head. it was the only thing she could think about an d because of the dull haze that washed over her, it echoed even louder as she focused on it. "Uppers..." She muttered to herself and put her hand over her ears. "I'm not like this when I'm an upper...." She muttered. "I have control... I have control over my state of mind. I'm not like the others. She rolled onto her back and opeened her eyes, pupils dialated as she stared up at Ayumi, instinctively getting as much of the upskirt as she could and even licking her lips at the site.

She could feel it in her bones. the combination of the new drug she had uinjected with Ayumi was beginning to wash over her. She lifted her legs and performed a percet kip up. She stared at Ayumi. "Mine are better..." She said in with a deep sigh. "I have ...some." She said in a carful tone, only the slight hint of interest in her voice. "But I don't think you can handle it. You can't even handle the normal stuff. Mine is... much better." She said as her lips twitched. The closest thing to a smile she would probably ever make as she went inward and found the soothing state the drug was putting her in.

Chesna really could have said anything this point, but they were as effective as throwing a wiffle-ball at a brick wall, just meaning nothing to the drugged up girl as she just lulled her head to the side with that dopey grin. It was becoming clear that she had little attention to this, probably not even aware of the entire situation, stumbling a little as she just tried to stand, her head occasionally rolling side to side as she chuckled under her breath like she had some insidious plot. But in reality, she was just laughing at the brief hallucinations she was having, her mind creating the illusion that Chesna's head was getting bigger, and the turnbuckles were sprouting tenticles.

However, the moment she mentioned that she had some drugs of her own, she may have well just given Ayumi an open invitation, as the girl's violet eyes went wide, and suddenly, she charged at Chesna. The mention of hers being better and how Ayumi couldn't handle it was just white noise to her, especially since it was most likely untrue; the girl possessing nearly an impossibly high immunity to the dangerous effects of drugs, running on just the high as she ran in a zig-zagging, staggering motion through the ring towards Chesna.

"Gimme!!!" She cheered out, her moist tongue hanging from her lips as she opened her mouth like a hungry dog, practically leaping at Chesna with her incredably light body. She went low, and as she got closer, the bell rang, and the girl went on all fours, her rear in the air, pale hands also on the mat as she scrambled towards the nurse, before leaping at her like she was trying to glomp the girl around the waist, but actually putting some surprising force behind it, almost like she was going for a spearing tackle.

Chesna stared at the frantic girl, forcing herself back into her happy place. Whatever she seemed to be yapping on about, it was bringign Chesna down. To avoid having a bad trip, she needed to center herself and focus inwardly. This left her little more than a glassy eyed statue. As she tuned out the world, she was not even noticing Ayumi's movements and the girl speared her hard. She fell down with a loud 'oof' and just stared up at the girl, barely even recognizing that she had been tackled.

After a few moments she blinked. "You're still here?" She questioned as she turned her head to look at the scene. "I could beat you all day and you probably wouldn't feel a thing." She said with a sigh. "I know... that's how im ake it through these ridiculous matches." As she sighed under the weight of the girl she contemplated takingout the scalpel she kept hidden on her person and just severing the girl's tendons enough so she couldn't fight. She glanced at the ref andd frowned. She thought the rules were rather stupid but the thought of loosing the match didn't really bug her too bad. Since comign here, he had already lost twice. She sighed again and looked up at Ayumi.

Well she could at least try and have some fun, even though that was hardly in her vocabulary, she knew how to tease spazzes. She reached up and attempted to grab Ayumi's tongue and yank it. "If she could, whether or not she was able to maintain a grip she would say, "I got your tongue." In a very non comittal tone.

The tackle itself wouldn't hurt too much, Ayumi seemed to be practically a featherwieght for her size, leading on to the suspicion of just how unhealthy she really was inside. But, as she went down with Chesna, -Ayumi's excitement never fading- she stradled herself over the girl, on her knees around Chesna's waist. Laughing like a crazed ninny to herself as one of her eyelids shut halfway and she seemed to twitch around the neck like a bobblehead for a few moments.

Clearly, the girl was off her rocker.

"Where are th- Aaa?" She was just about to ask for Chesna's precious stash, never removing herself as she sat her surprisingly soft rear on Chesna's lower hips, reaching her hands out to push down on her shoulders and shake her in a childishly demanding way; like a child crying frantically for candy. However, Chesna lashed one hand out, pinching Ayumi's wet tongue, her saliva already dripping down Chesna's fingertips, blinking in confusion. Then, a second later, she smiled wide, understanding it completely. She loved this game!!! Now she had to get something too, hmm.... Oh!

"Aght, urrr, eythes~!" She said in a strange tone with bad pronounciation singe her tongue was pinched down, trying to say 'got your eyes~!' And then, she lifted one hand from Chesna's shoulder, and gave a peace sign, before going for a dirty blow by poking the girl's ocean blue eyes. Ayumi didn't see anything wrong with this, to her, it was just a game, and she would play with full enthuisiasm if it meant getting her hands on even just one hit.

Chesna was surprised she held on so tightly to Ayumi's tongue, but didn't seem to show it. Her glassy stare seeming to not even comprehend what the wired girl was going on about. She watched almost in slow motion as the fingers came down and didn't blink until she felt the sting in her optic sensors. She glosed her eyes and tears reflexively rolled down the sides of her mouth. "Owwww..." She said in a monotone voice. She let go of the tongue and put her hand on Ayumi's shoulder and then let it slide down her body until she felt the space between her collar bone. She then pulled her hand back and jabbed two fingers where she thought the pressure point would be. No matter how druggedout this woman was, her body should still react when it was forced to, regardless of if there was pain or not. She hoped to at least jerk the woman off of her.

As Chesna released the girl's moist tongue, it practically rolled back into Ayumi's mouth, closing it shut, a small dribble of saliva trailing between her sealed lips after the eye jab, leaning back like she had just been shot in the skull. Her entire position proved a bit of flexability, her back and nek turning back to the point where she was looking behind her, giggling lightly to herself as she witnessed the crowd and how blurry they looked in her violet eyes. However, a bit of reality settled in when she felt a fin jab in her shoulder, causing the girl to blink a few times, and roll off. She didn't seem to react in pain though at the jab, the Diazapam she took earlier slowing her muscular and nervous reflexes. But a few seconds later, as she looked at her shoulder, a frown came as she touched it soothingly with her arm, blinking again. "Owie-owie-ow! What was that for? All I wanted were some-" Favoring her shoulder a little, she rolled backwards, practically doing a reverse somersault, even with a skirt over her, as she wobbled to her feet in a fluid like motion, all her weight centered in her legs as she stood in a leaning position that seemed to collide against the ideals of gravity.

"Oooooh, I get it. You're playing hard to get, ehee..heehee..." Like she was on laughing gas, her body shook a little with her under breathed chuckles, still wobbling a bit, resembling a strange look of drunken fist, staggering a little left, then low, then to the right, her pattern so randomized and her equilibrium off to the point where it was impossible to tell what she was going to do next. Attack, defend, counter, or just... wander around like an idiot.