Idols Reborn

[RingRose]

Kiyora Amatsu was no stranger to the backstage area of an arena. She had been in countless locker rooms and dressing areas across stadiums all throughout Japan, touring with her idol group in front of thousands of adoring fans. Normally, these spaces were filled with laughter and excitement, places where final touches were added to makeup and costumes, where she and her fellow members would giggle together as they prepared for the big show. Tonight, however, the atmosphere felt entirely different, and that was because it served an entirely different purpose. This was not a space meant to cater to entertainers and dancers, but to wrestlers and fighters. Fortunately for Kiyora, she was more than capable of being both.

Her entrance music blared through the stadium speakers, filling the arena and capturing the attention of thousands with a powerful rock ballad that commanded their focus. Spotlights immediately pierced through the darkness, converging at the apex of the ramp as the curtain began to stir. From behind it emerged none other than the disgraced idol herself, Kiyora Amatsu, clad in her regal rose-themed gear with a triumphant grin spread across her face and a microphone already in hand. She took a moment to admire the scene before her, bending slightly at the waist as she blew a kiss toward the audience, surveying what was now her stage.

Entrance Music

Kiyora Amatsu

Slowly, she brought the microphone to her lips, waiting for the instrumental to swell before seamlessly bursting into song. Her voice carried clearly across the arena, smooth and melodic as her body moved in perfect harmony with the music. Her hips swayed with practiced ease, each step down the ramp measured and deliberate, her frilled attire flowing and swirling with every motion. At first, the audience watched in confusion, unsure of what they were witnessing, but that uncertainty quickly gave way to excitement as the energy of the performance pulled them in. Cheers began to rise, and some fans even found themselves moving along with her, captivated by the unexpected return of the once disgraced idol to a new stage.

A few reached out eagerly, hands extended in hopes of receiving a high five or even the slightest acknowledgment. Kiyora paid them no mind. Without so much as a glance in their direction, she continued forward, completely absorbed in her performance as her voice remained at the forefront of the pounding drums and bass that accompanied her descent to the ring. She ascended the steel steps with the same grace she had displayed throughout her entrance and stepped through the ropes before making her way to the corner. Climbing onto the turnbuckle, she held the microphone with both hands as the music reached its peak, her expression composed and confident as she delivered the final lines of her song.

花になって ほらニヒルに笑って
Become a flower and smile cynically.
その顔にぞくぞくして目が離せない
I can't take my eyes off that face, it gives me chills.
味見して 君の毒は私の薬って
Taste it and say your poison is my medicine.
愛してあげるから 笑って
I'll love you, so smile

Her voice gradually softened as the final notes faded, her arm extending outward as rose petals began to descend from the rafters, gently falling and scattering across the ring beneath her. It was a lavish display befitting someone who had once stood at the very top of the idol world, and Kiyora made sure every detail reflected that former grandeur. As the last petals settled, she stepped down from the turnbuckle and made her way to the center of the ring, microphone still in hand, ready to finally address the crowd. A faint smile lingered on her lips as she slowly raised the microphone to her lips, her gaze drifting across the audience with quiet confidence.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Her voice was soft at first, almost warm, carrying the same polished charm that had once won over thousands. She took a slow step forward, turning slightly as she addressed different sides of the arena, as if reconnecting with an old crowd.

“I wonder how many of you remember me. How many of you watched me on the biggest stages… cheered for me, supported me, called me your favorite.” A small, knowing laugh escaped her as she tilted her head. “You were all so loud back then.” She paused, letting the thought hang for just a moment before her expression shifted ever so slightly, the warmth in her voice cooling as her smile sharpened.

“And then, just as quickly… you weren’t.” The arena stirred as her tone changed, and Kiyora let the reaction settle before continuing, her grip on the microphone tightening just a touch.

“But that’s fine. I don’t need your memory, and I certainly don’t need your support. Because while you were busy forgetting me, I was rebuilding myself.” Her posture straightened, her voice growing firmer with each word. “I trained. I endured. I pushed myself far beyond anything you ever saw when I stood on a stage and smiled for you.”

She glanced down briefly at the rose petals beneath her boots before looking back up, her expression now fully composed, fully certain.

“This… is my revival.”

A small murmur rolled through the crowd as she took another step forward, her presence commanding the space with ease. “I am no longer just an idol. I am no longer someone who exists to entertain you, to make you happy, to earn your approval.” Her lips curved into a faint, almost dismissive smile. “If anything, you should be grateful you get to witness what I’ve become.”

A few scattered boos began to rise now, and Kiyora did not shy away from them. If anything, she welcomed them, her eyes narrowing slightly as she continued.

“I have spent too long perfecting myself to stand in this ring with anyone who isn’t worthy of me.” Her voice sharpened, carrying clearly across the arena. “And after everything I’ve done to reach this point, I can say this with complete confidence…”

She paused, letting the silence build before finishing her thought. “There is no one back there who belongs in the same ring as me.” The boos grew louder now, the shift fully complete, and Kiyora let out a quiet, amused exhale as she adjusted her grip on the microphone.

“But I suppose I should give you all a chance to prove me wrong.” Her gaze shifted toward the stage, expectant, almost bored. “So consider this your invitation. Anyone in that locker room who thinks they are even remotely on my level… come out here and try to show me something worth my time.”

She lowered the microphone slightly, her expression calm, confident, and completely unbothered as she waited.

“We'll be right here.”

[BlackAkuma]

There were precious few hard rules in wrestling, Halloween had found. Most of everything they did was based on traditions and customs, especially in the lucha libre scene she’d come up in. There was no textbook you read on wrestling, no rulebook you studied and memorized. You learned by doing and being done unto. On the job experience. Nothing prepared you, nothing really could.

But, one of the hard rules Halloween had learned was that, if you’re in the arena while a show is going on, you need to wear your ring gear. You never know when you might be called for an impromptu matchup, and you had to be on call to compete or answer a challenge. Opportunities could come at any moment.

Good advice. Solid wisdom.

The one day Halloween forgot it was the one day it actually mattered. Of course.

”Lovers, pass me my boots!” Halloween was currently hopping around the gorilla position, struggling to put on her costume and not entirely caring that she was doing so in front of a room of people. A lot of uncomfortable glances were coming her way, but really, she didn’t understand why. This was LAW, naked people were running all over the place she had nothing they hadn't seen before. Hell, she had significantly less of what they were used to seeing.

”Incoming!” Lovers - who was suited up, because of course she was - tossed Halloween her boots…too high. Halloween had to stop shimmying into her hot pants, leap up, and snag them before they hit a poor stagehand in the head.

”Geez, Hanako, what the heck was that?” She gave an apologetic shake to the poor stagehand as he hurried away, then dipped down to slip into her shoes.

Lovers simply shrugged. ”My bad. You’re short.”

”You are, like, two inches-” Halloween cut herself off and continued to hurriedly slip into her clothing, as the newcomer continued to make herself known in the ring. Kiyora Amatsu - Halloween knew the bare bones of her story. Former idol, fell out of the game for some reason, slid into the wrestling game and fit like a glove, picked up a bit of a bad reputation. She didn't know for a fact what the woman wanted, but it was a fairly safe bet she was about to issue a challenge. That was what Halloween had done on her first night in LAW, after all. Made sense.

She was going to answer that call the moment it came, too. Assuming she could get her top tied in time.

Halloween struggled to tie the damned thing behind her back, but she was too jittery, too anxious, it wasn’t happening. She motioned for Hanako to help, just as Kiyora threw down her gauntlet, issuing an open challenge. ”Go time!” She waved her arms as Hanako scampered behind her and made quick job of tying it up. ”Comeoncomeoncome-”

”Got it!” Lovers finished up and gave her a quick pat on the butt. Gogogo!”

Halloween wentwentwent as fast as she could, rushing to the curtain so fast that she nearly beat her

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. With a microphone in hand, she sauntered through the curtains as the crowd cheered, and promptly started speaking. ”Chica. Chica, chica, chica. You come out here, first day on LAW and you…you…”

Why was the crowd snickering all of a sudden? What were they looking at like that for? Why-

Oh. Her top had come untied.

Halloween grimaced, looked down towards Kiyora and held up a finger. ”Un memento, por favor. Lovers?”

She didn’t fail to notice that her ex-girlfriend was snickering a bit herself as she came over to properly finish the job. After a few moments she had the top tied up properly, with what she assumed was a solid knot this. With that moment of embarrassment finished, Halloween coughed and brought her attention back to where it belonged.

”So.” She bounced up on her heels. ”I was walking in the back, when I heard the unmistakable call of an Annoying Bitch. Sure enough, I come out here, and there you are, talking about a bunch of stuff nobody and their mama cares about. Word of advice, Has-Been-Who-Never-Was? Next time, hit X and skip straight to the challenge. Save us all a minute of our lives.”

The audience gave her some mild applause as she made her way to the ring, with Lovers hanging back a few steps behind her. ”You might not be in the know, so introductions. This woman beside me who can’t tie a knot is the beautiful

. Wave, Lovers.”

Lovers waved and blew a kiss Kiyora’s way.

”And me? Your dance partner?” She slid into the ring, popped to her feet and swung her hips about as she leaned Kiyora’s way. ”The Scream Queen. The Little Nightmare. None other than la Dama de los Muertos. I’m

, and I’m here to drag you straight to hell, kicking and screaming.”

Like a predator ready to pounce, Halloween narrowed her eyes and bent her knees, just slightly as if she would pounce at any moment. ”You ready, chica?”

[RingRose]

The sudden burst of energy from behind the curtain drew Kiyora's attention immediately, her eyes narrowing as the self-proclaimed “Scream Queen” made her entrance. Kiyora watched with a disappointed expression as Halloween stumbled through her introduction, the brief wardrobe mishap earning a scoff from the picturesque idol. But then, Kiyora laughed. A clear, amused tone rang out through the arena as she brought the microphone back to her lips while looking the smaller wrestlers up and down without any attempt to hide her judgment.

“This is what they send me?” she mused, tilting her head slightly as her gaze flicked between Halloween and her partner at ringside. “No, this won't do at all for the Rose Idol. Buuut, since you brought along a friend, it's only fair I bring along mine.”

Kiyora turned her back on them without hesitation, her attention shifting toward the stage once more. The arena buzzed in confusion before a new theme hit, sharper and unified, as the lighting shifted and three silhouettes appeared at the top of the ramp. This time, Kiyora smiled as Yakura Shiranagi, Mirika Hanatsuru, and Onika Oogami emerged in perfect sync, their bodies dancing to the music as they stepped into the light. The energy in the arena shifted back into a frenzy as they began their coordinated routine, polished and perfect. Kiyora watched with clear satisfaction before extending her hand toward them.

Entrance Theme

“Allow me to introduce you.”
“Yakura Shiranagi. The Lily Idol!”

“Mirika Hanatsuru. The Cherry Blossom Idol!”

“And Onika Oogami… the Marigold Idol!”

They descended together without breaking rhythm, slipping into the ring and closing in around Halloween with effortless coordination.“And together, we are…”

E N C O R E

As the music died down, Onika lingered near the ropes, towering over Lovers with a faint, unimpressed smirk.

“Oops, I almost didn't see you there.” she muttered lowly. “I coulda crushed you like a bug.”

Inside the ring, Mirika drifted closer to Halloween with a playful sway, smiling brightly as she looked her over.

“Aww… she’s adorable! Can we keep her?” she hummed, glancing toward Yakura. “Don’t break her too fast, okay?”

Yakura’s eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Halloween, her tone cool and measured.

“If she wants to scream… we’ll give her a reason.”

Kiyora, satisfied, stepped slightly aside as the formation held. Now, now… we can’t all play at once.” A faint smile returned as she gestured toward two of her faction members. “Mirika. Yakura. why don't you two show these lovely dolls what ENCORE is all about?

A faint smile returned to her lips as Kiyora looked back towards Halloween and Lovers. "You wanted a match right? Well how about a tag team then? Don't worry, Onika and I will watch from the sidelines, I'm sure you girls will get along splendidly! Kiyora challenged with a smirk.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh. It was a trap.

Fuck.

Halloween let out a deep, guttural groan as the music - what was this? It sounded like an anime theme song. Not that she hated anime or anything, but the ones she liked certainly never had music like this. She winced as her ears rattled from it, but noise pollution was the least of her worries. She turned about to see three figures making their way to the ring at an alarming pace. ”Hanako,” She kept her voice quiet enough that her words wouldn’t reach Kiyora, but loud enough to get over music. If you could call it ‘music’. ”Be cool, stay close, we can-”

Halloween paused when she actually looked Lovers way and saw her bouncing about to the music, shaking and dancing and acting as if they weren’t about to get ganged up on by the world’s most aggressive girl band. She sighed, reached over, and gave her ex a hard poke on the shoulder. ”Stoooooop.”

Lovers giggled, but she did put an end to it, just as the three women were finishing up with their entrances. ”Sorry, sorry.” At least she didn’t have to worry about her partner panicking in a tense situation. It was oddly reassuring.

They were surrounded now, no running even if they’d wanted to. Halloween took a moment to size them up, making quick notes about them all - there was the one in pink, a little on the skinny side, looking like living embodiment of chewed-up bubblegum. The gothic one who, Halloween wouldn’t lie, was a little hot, even if she had a mean case of Resting Bitch Face going on. And then there was the big, bad, bulky, brute who was making short jokes. Speaking of which…

”Yeah, and you could’ve gotten your face smacked if you tried.” She snapped back at the giant of a woman. She looked tough, but Halloween had learned long ago not to let giants push her around. She’d slain one or two, in her time. ”Try something. You’ll be shorter than me on your fucking knees.”

With that little threat out of the way, she regarded the rest of the group and stood her ground. She pointed at the goth. ”Bitchy Spice.” Towards the pink-lover. ”Silly Spice.” She thumbed back to the giantess. ”Stupid Spice.” Finally, her finger found the leader. ”And you gotta be Coward Spice, if you’re calling back up to take on little ol’ us, and making excuses for not running the 1s. But if that’s the way you want it-”

”Um, excuse me.” Halloween was interrupted as Hanako leaned in and gingerly pulled the microphone her way, sheepishly looking towards the one with the hearts…Mirika? It was hard to remember the names, she was bad at that. ”Mirika-chan, I just wanted to say I loved - lovedlovedloved - your music and I’m super stoked to be in the ring with you and I was sorry about all the stuff that went on with your accidents and whatnot and I love your outfit with the hearts and the hairs and the bow and it’s so cute and I’ve still got your album in my car and if you could sign it after the match that would be really cool and maybe we could go somewhere and get something to eat, my treat, and we can talk about what happened after-”


Halloween put an end to Lovers’ fangasm with a series of fierce pokes to the shoulder, shepherding her towards the corner while she whined and squeaked. Once she was over there, she looked back at the idols - ENCORE, she guessed. Somehow, she knew that was an acronym for something. ”You guys want to fuck up your wrestling careers like your music careers? Fine with me. It’s on.”