Drew
”What the hell was that?”
Kittie is seen sitting down at a bar stool at the nearest strip club to the MVP Sports Unlimited where Climax Control is still going on. She has a martini in her hand as she wears a smile across her face. The red neon sign reading “Juggs” glows off of her face, causing an almost eerie glaze to form over her eyes. She clears it with a quick wink as she takes a sip from her glass. She straightens out her black tank top as she stands up, allowing the chains and blue straps to dangle from her pants. She opens her arms for a hug. Instead, her red-headed cohort passes her up and walks over to the bar. She mutters and order to the bartender, and then leans back, just staring at Kittie. This causes Kittie’s face to twist into a bit of anger. She chokes on her words for a moment, sputtering and spitting before she lands a hard slap across her own face to clear things up.
Kittie: Bitch… Don’t even come up in here actin’ like you got nothin’ to say to me, when obvi’s you does… Kay?
Roxanne rolls her eyes as she accepts her drink. She slides a bill across the bar and sips at her drink. As Kittie approaches Roxanne, she receives a cold hand held gently in her face. Kittie returns the gesture, her face twisting into plain annoyance. She turns to the side and then snaps in Roxanne’s face before starting to walk away.
Roxanne: I came here to talk to Kittie, Drew… I am not interested in speaking to you, or any of her other alters for that matter.
Kittie: Bitch be trippin’ hellas lately, and if she gonna act a fool, then so am I… hello look at them buns. Girl, the things I could do with those… and that… Mmm!
Roxanne winces for a moment, almost appearing as if she has virgin ears (HA!) and she shakes her head. However, the tight jeans on this particular douche bag catch her attention. Their eyes are glued to his backside as Kittie begins smacking the air in front of her, back and forth at the hips while gyrating. Roxanne slowly nods her head but then breaks back to her point.
Roxanne: So, do I need to make an appointment to speak with my friend, or do I just have to try my luck? I ask because I really wanted to congratulate her on having brains and using them. Everything I had to say to her seems to have finally sunk in…
Kittie turns and raises an eyebrow at Roxanne before taking a sip from her glass and setting it down. She gives a very pompous chuckle before sauntering a few steps up to Roxanne. She looks up into her eyes as Roxanne puffs out her chest to show her dominance. This time, Kittie does not back down and she stands on the tips of her toes to get into Roxanne’s face.
Kittie: It’s survival of the fittest, and I assure you that yo girl… does NOT fit into that category anymore.
Kittie’s head swivels back and forth as she wags a finger in Roxanne’s face. She picks the glass back up and takes a big drink. Roxanne has had enough at this point and she grabs onto Kittie’s finger and bends it with just enough pressure not to break it. She leans off of the bar and looks down into Kittie’s eyes with an almost evil glare. She gets nose to nose with Kittie as a small crowd starts to form around them. They are mistaking it for PDA at first.
Roxanne: Are we going to have a problem here, you and I? Because I will gladly bend just a little harder until this finger snaps. And then I will go on to the next one… and the next one, until you can’t piddle your imaginary pudd without remembering this look. Are we clear here “girlfriend”?
Kittie suddenly takes a deep breath and looks around with confusion. Panic has overtaken her face as she looks up at Roxanne who has now softened her expression drastically. She lets go of Kittie’s finger. Kittie looks down to the martini glass and then she chucks it at a wall.
Kittie: I FUCKING HATE MARTINI’S! What the hell is going on here, Roxie?
Roxanne takes a step back as the crowd disappointedly disburses and walks back to their tables. She picks her drink back up and then places the thin red straw between her cherry lips and takes a gentle sip. She delightedly exhales and then her emerald eyes wander back over to Kittie.
Roxanne: I was just having a nice little conversation with Drew. Sweet kid.
As Roxanne nods assuredly, Kittie lets out a nervous laugh, mixed with a nice dose of sarcasm. She wipes at the sweat on her forehead as she takes a seat in the stool next to Roxanne. Her eyes ask Roxanne if she had done anything embarrassing, to which Roxanne gently rubs her back and shakes her head negatively with a slight, sweet smirk. Kittie sighs in relief as she leans over the bar and orders a drink of her own. She looks back to see a woman removing her top, from the back and she shields her eyes.
Kittie: What the hell am I even doing here? As Drew, on top of that… Shouldn’t he be at “Boy Toys R’ Us” or something like that? Fuck, I’m really losing it, Roxie.
Roxanne: Well, think about it. A man trapped in a woman’s body is probably going to strike out around a bunch of horny gay men, so a bunch of horny straight men seems appropriate, don’t you think, Kitten?
Kittie nods and then looks over at the stage in disgust. She does her best to hide her face with her hand before turning her back toward the poles. She looks at the many bottles in view and Roxanne leans against the bar, studying Kittie. She waits for Kittie to say something, but when she stays silent, Roxanne decides to echo her sentiments.
Roxanne: So, while I’ve got you on the phone… Can I ask what changed out there? You seemed so collected, and you acted… well, like me. What gives, Kitten?
Kittie takes her new drink and brings the straw to her mouth. As she takes in a long, slow drink as she gazes off into the distance. Roxanne patiently waits for an answer as Kittie slowly turns to look at Roxanne. She stares on silently for almost a minute before finally speaking.
Kittie: The one place I’ve always been safe from the alters has been the wrestling ring. When I am there, I don’t have them whispering in my ear. I don’t have them clawing to get out. It is just me and my rage, right? Well, not tonight… Tamara got out. She got what she wanted, and she is growing stronger inside of me. I guess you know how I feel about Brooklyn Carter, but I can’t even fight the urge to work with her. I just don’t get it.
Roxanne: Why? What is the appeal of a space case? She has done fuck all since she has been here, Kittie. What is there to respect? I have been watching SCW since the very first show when you defeated both Fantasia and Misty with ease. Ever since then, you have been a force to be reckoned with. Since Brooklyn entered, she has knocked out a porn star and has been on her back more than said erotic actress, Kandi Washington. If your alter wanted to be smart, she would have the common sense to get with the likes of myself, or the third best thing, Misty… But, Brooklyn Carter?
Just then, Kittie lunges forward, wrapping a lone hand around Roxanne’s throat, causing her to cough unexpectedly. Kittie tilts her head to the side with an amused smile on her face. As Roxanne reaches up to smack her, Kittie blocks it. In one fluid motion, she removes her hand from Roxanne’s throat, and quickly plants the other right into Roxanne’s wind pipe, causing her to fall back against the bar, coughing. Kittie leans down to Roxanne’s level, and gently removes a couple loose strands of red hair from her face with a sympathetic smile.
Kittie: Kittie might be your little bitch, but don’t you dare try second guessing me ever again. If I wanted to dwell in the past, I would have tracked you down at the Vegas strip club you came waltzing out of, you filthy redheaded slut, and I would have asked for your help. Unfortunately, I am looking toward the future, which does not include you or Misty. My God, you have everyone fooled; even Katalya, but I know EVERYTHING about you, Roxanne.
Kittie smirks as Roxanne gasps, slowly getting the air back in her lungs. She has a grimace on her face as she listens to Kittie belittle her, and she puffs out her chest while rubbing at her throat. Kittie simply finishes the last drink from her glass, sliding it down toward the bartender. She smacks her lips and lets out a delightful sigh as she returns her gaze back to Roxanne.
Kittie: I know the truth, Roxie. You shit on everyone that you ever cared about, and now you wonder why none of those people has had a damn thing to do with you since your return. You are just a sad, sad person. Kittie might enjoy your friendship, but I’m not as convinced. Brooklyn Carter is the new face of SCW’s Bombshell Division, and I plan on being right there at the top to welcome her.
Kittie gently pats Roxanne’s cheek, watching on with a gleeful smile as Roxanne purses her lips. She is about to say something when Kittie simply walks off. Roxanne fumes as she returns to her drink, waving Kittie off as she disappears out of the door.
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”I wanna play with the dolls, ooooh can I can I can I PLEEEEEASE?!”
The eerily childish voice pleads with an echoing noise as Kittie sits there in the corner of her shower. The water quickly rushes down her face as she lowers her head so that the water gently massages her head. She simply wraps her arms around her knees, as her black Tripp pants cling to the form of her leg. She rocks back and forth slowly, her own protest echoing inside of her head.
”Please go away. Just leave me alone. Won’t you just leave me the FUCK ALONE?!”
The laughter shakes her to her very foundation. She shivers visibly for a moment as the wide array of pitches almost start to squeak in her ears. She tilts her head back, allowing the water to spray her face. She opens her mouth, allowing the water to fill her mouth, slowly pouring out.
”You got your crazy crown now. It’s what you wanted isn’t it, lovely?”
Her mind tries to protest but the mind numbing assault from all the chatter in her head causes her to say nothing. Her hand slowly reaches up, her index finger is outstretched as she begins drawing a circle around the crown of her head. As much as she tries to stop it, her finger just keeps circling around and around before moving down to her temple. She begins circling there for a while as the voices continue to argue with each other.
”Oooh girl, I wanna go hit up that one club wit all them cute lil emo boys. Low self esteem and loose sexual identification is what I’m talkin’ bout!”
“You are sick, Drew. I need this body in shape for Sunday. I can’t have her walking funny, so I vote your appeal gets overturned…”
“Dayum girl! How you gonna just veto my ass like that? Harshness!”
“Oh, suddenly you are worried about your ass… I thought you let anything happen to that orifice…”
Kittie clutches her hands over her ears, which only seems to do more damage as the bickering gets louder. Voices she hasn’t heard in years have resurfaced, using her body up like a storage shed. She rocks back and forth, a whining sound coming from her mouth as she does so.
Kittie: WHAT ABOUT WHAT I WANT?!?
Kittie screeches out loud as she ceases her rocking. Her eyes shoot open as a fit of rage takes over her face. She looks at the shower head, squinting her eyes as the water cools her off. That fucking laughter! GRRRRRRRRRAWR!
”Kittie… We’ve been over this a thousand times. People laugh at you. They don’t take you serious because you don’t take yourself serious. It doesn’t matter how many titles you cheaply win…”
Kittie: Cheap? Are you freaking kidding me?! I have never won any title in a manner that was less than honorable…
”I suppose beating a woman with an injured back whom you attacked countless times before the title match doesn’t constitute as unfair? Or smacking someone who is seconds away from unlocking a briefcase with the briefcase? Does that count as cheap? I think it does, sweetness…”
“Hey! You be nice to Kittie! You are a big meanie buttface, Tamara!”
“Kat, this is adult business. Go run around in circles or whatever children do to annoy adults…”
The sound of a very loud raspberry is heard being blown in Kittie’s head. It brings a momentary relief from the anger and anxiety, a shimmer of a smile flashes upon her face, but is gone just as quick as it had appeared.
”Listen, I only want what is best for all of us. If we let you go into this match all by yourself, you will screw up so hard against Karina Koji. You might even lose your title. Making nice with most of the bombshells isn’t going to cover your ass any longer, now that you are a champion. Karina is a warrior who is not afraid of anything.”
Kittie: I’m not fucking afraid of anything! I have faced just about everything that could scare the average person, and I don’t fear a damned thing.
”Did I say that you didn’t? I was about to say that the fearlessness is her weakness. That lack of a real grip on reality is where she is at a disadvantage. And it is exactly why I will be taking over again on Sunday…”
“Gurl please… It’s time they got to see me havin’ some fun out there. I am not afraid to get dirty neither, ladies. That title won’t go anywhere…”
“Men can’t compete for a Bombshell Championship, so it wouldn’t be fair…”
“Do I gotta pull a Gaga and drop my drawls? When I’m in Kittie’s body, there ain’t no ha ha, so it’s all good baby.”
Kittie shakes her head, withdrawing from the argument. She slowly stands up, her clothes soaking wet. She stands there in the cool embrace of the water. She shivers with a smile as the others begin to slowly complain. Their voices start to fade as she turns around slowly, allowing every part of her body to cool off. As if forcing the others into a dormant state, Kittie feels the relief washing over her. All except the one…
”Ummmm… Can we play with the dolls right now? There is a new one coming for you. Ooooh a present!”
Kittie: What are you talking about, Kat? There is no present for us. All there is waiting for us is a match on Sunday where you get to watch me beat the bloody fuck out of Karina Koji to retain my title. Roulette Rules means that we can expect anything, but the one certainty is that I will walk out with my championship…
”Uh huh! You can do it, Kittie. I can’t wait to watch it too. Maybe I’ll pull her hair for you. Would that be okay? I just wanna help you, not like that mean old grumpy…”
Kittie turns off the faucet, and lets the water drip from her body. She closes her eyes as she runs her hands over her hair, wringing it out slowly. The droplets of water sprinkle down from her pale skin, illuminated by the lights as she opens the shower curtain. Kittie smiles and slowly nods her head as she walks out, getting water everywhere in her new (or new to her) bathroom. She looks in the mirror, seeing a little girl standing next to her. The little girl reaches up and holds onto Kittie’s hand, soaking as well. She doesn’t seem to mind as she slowly tugs on Kittie’s arm, pulling her out into the bedroom where a package sits. It is wrapped in black and a neatly tied purple bow. The little girl bounces up and down on the bed excitedly as Kittie looks down at it. She pulls the bow, and then tears at the wrapping paper cautiously. After all, presents have always had a catch since a masked Roxanne started appearing. As she pulls the top off of the box, she finds a charred Barbie Doll sitting there and she scoffs at it. The little girl picks it up excitedly and begins bouncing up and down screaming “TOLD YA! TOLD YA! TOLD YA!”
Kittie: That… stupid… BITCH! GAH! I’m going to fucking kill her on SUNDAY! Murder her, I swear. She has the nerve to try something “cute”? We will see exactly how cute she thinks it is when I string her up and hang her out to dry in front of the entire crowd. I will FUCKING RUIN KARINA KOJI!!!
Kittie is seen kicking at the air furiously, picking up a lamp and throwing it across the room in a fit of anger. She starts kicking at the walls, trying to rip the door off of it’s hinges…
Suddenly, we switch over to the bed, to see her calmly sitting with the doll in her hand, humming. She makes it dance around happily. Looking around the room, everything is in perfect order as Kittie starts to hum a nursery rhyme. She slowly looks up at the camera with a sheepish sort of smile.
Kittie: Karina… On Sunday, we are gonna has a play date. I can’t wait to play with you. Bring your doll, and I’ll bring mine. Ummm, just be careful, coz sometimes I play rough. Just ackz the camera guy from last week when he tried to leave… Hee hee!
Kittie waves at the camera as she returns to humming and dancing the doll around on the bed merrily. A soft chiming sound can be heard, much like that of a mobile as we slowly pan out. The scene fades out… TO BLACK!
