”As I stared at ‘She” I knew what everyone else saw when they looked at me. Not the Queen of Hearts get up, but the fiery gaze, the literal flames of fury that I hold in my eyes. It had become clear that everyone saw me as a crazy, psychopathic, unreasonable human being. The walls of ice that I had built around my heart served to keep out the bad people, but instead, it keeps everyone out, including myself at times. Just one look at this huge woman, and I realized that what everyone has said about me is true. I am a cold, heartless bitch. But more than that, I violently shove anyone away from me because I don’t want them to see all of me. I don’t want them to see Quinn, Drew, or Tamara, or whoever else is in there. But, being alone with my self is doing more damage than anything. I really think I’ve lost it now.
Kittie slowly stands up in the very middle of the blue rose. Her height is equal to queen’s single eye as it glares down at Kittie. Her nerves slowly become under control as she looks around at the audience. The roof of the stadium cracks off and flies away in a display of black crows, scattering in many directions. The blue sun shines down, casting its glow over the slowly disappearing audience. Kittie looks deep into the queen’s eyes and cups her hands around her mouth.
”Who, or what, are you? Why did you invite me here?”
A deep chuckle is heard as Kittie straightens out her blue rose gown. She puffs out her chest in a show of bravery as she awaits an answer.
”You cannot really be that f*cking stupid, can you? I am you. I am that which embodies you. All of you, dumb broad. I am your greatest asset, and your greatest enemy. I am what stands between you and your goal in SCW. I am what will ensure the end of your perfect streak.”
”NO! You cannot be me. If you were anything like me, then you would know that nothing could stand in my way of that Championship or my two and oh record. IF you had anything to do with the real me, you would not stand in my way.”
”It’s not me that is in the way of that. I am what has driven you to that record. It is why I am your greatest asset. It is you that isn’t strong enough. You captured the keys of “Bravery”, “Diligence”, “Patience”, “Integrity”, “Loyalty”, and “Will”, but you haven’t the slightest idea of how to use them yet.”
”You are wrong! I had to learn each trait in order to collect the keys. The fact that I am standing up to you demonstrates Bravery. I will do whatever it takes to win the Bombshell Championship. That includes facing myself.”
”LITTLE GIRL! You have no idea what it is like to truly confront yourself; to fight your deepest fears, and to overcome them. Do you really want to do this? Or do you want to go back to your old ways of using impulsive tactics and helping friends? It really is easier that way…”
Kittie stands at attention as the queen of her mind lets out a chuckle, starting out normal, then switching to the high pitched laughter of a small child. Kittie pulls off one of her shimmering slippers and tosses it at the queen’s eye. It hits her hard right in the pupil, causing her to halt her laughter and blink. She lets out a growl and then she rips the rose from the ring. With one swift blow, the large pedals go flying. Kittie goes along with one as she grips it tightly. She holds onto the edge while sitting down on it. She tries to hold her composure as she goes flying for what seems like miles. She looks down to see the iced over checkered room, the shadow room, the lava cave, and she eventually spirals around in the large waterfall leading to the black marble fountain. It drags her down quickly into the pool beneath.
The water is much deeper than she would have initially thought when in the rose garden before, and the force of the waterfall sends her deep down. She holds her breath as she reaches new depths. She spots several Kissing Gourami puckering their lips together as they swim by her slowly. Their eyes follow her as if to greet her as she plunges down deeper. She begins to feel more like she is falling down, rather than sinking in the water. The romantic fish follow her down, dancing around her, almost taunting her. She tries to swim up, but to no avail. Soon, a large hand comes down and scoops her up, along with some of the fish. She gargles under the water until reaches the surface where she takes a hard breath. The fish flop around, smacking her in the face trying to escape the large grip. They cry out in fear of impending doom before some escape, falling back down in the greatly draining pool in the palm of the large hand.
Kittie continues to gasp for air as the water causes her hair to become stringy. She flings herself around wildly as she looks down at the rose garden, several of the large blue rose pedals still falling. The hand raises Kittie up to eye level once more.
”I represent everything that you truly fear, in life, and in your chosen profession. And just like these fears, I am prepared to eat you alive, swallowing you like the jagged little pill you are!”
Kittie screams along with the fish as the queen lowers her palms to her lips, taking her long, wet, and sticky tongue to lick them all up. Like a tidal wave, Kittie is washes down the throat of the queen. She slides down the seemingly endless slope, with a feeling that everything is over. Not ready to admit defeat, Kittie tries to think in the darkness. She hears the beating of the queen’s heart pounding like a drum. Rather than distracting her, Kittie gets an idea as she reaches into pocket. She pops something into her mouth, and instantly she feels herself begin to grow. The lemon drop!
She grows at a rapid rate, seeming to shed the skin of the queen , bursting into her own being.. She is covered in the queen’s skin like a grotesque victory gown. She sheds it, covered in the gore of her enemy, however, the head rolls off to cover the roses in a paint of crimson. The head looks up at Kittie in a display of pure disbelief. She cries in pain, but more for her ego than her defeat.
”That wasn’t supposed to happen! The fates dictated that you would meet your end! It would be my turn to rule this kingdom both inside and out. The mages read it in the flames.”
Kittie flings gore from her skin as she shakes to show off her true self, clad in black Tripp NYC pants with various chains hanging down. Her shirt reads “F*CkiN’ PrINCesS” with a rhinestone crown above it. She smirks as she takes a long, hard punt to the head, kicking it clear across the landscape.
”Well tell your fire mages and your prophecies that they were wrong. This b*tch is back, and badder than ever. Fueled by desire and fury, I’m not a slave to my past. I’m not a slave to anything. A new ‘She’ is here, and I promise results. Five of the six had better hope they don’t underestimate me, and the sixth one better know that friendship won’t be a part of this match once the bell rings. Unless I am helping to eliminate a threat, teamwork will NOT be a part of this match up. All bets are off now…”
”Kittie… Ohhh Kittie. You may have won, but you will never escape us. You will always be drawn back to this place, time after time. But for now, we say goodbye to you. It’s time to wake up. It’s time to wake up. Kittie, it’s time to wake up. Wake up honey… Wake up…..”
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”Wake up, Kittie.”
Kittie feels the sting of the sun as it initially threatens to strain her eyes. She groans as she waves off in the air. She slowly yawns, still keeping her eyes closed.
”Leave me alone Jamie Kat.”
Kittie rolls over to her side and lets her hand swing down, dangling along the floor. The coolness of the floor, and the shading from the sun allow her eyes to open slowly. She looks around, seeing clothes strewn about the floor and chair. She clinches her eyes, wiping them to make sure she is seeing right. She thinks to herself, ”No, not again!” She rolls over, rubbing both of her eyes when a new addition to her finger causes her discomfort on her left eye. She squints to see the sparkle on her ring finger, and she quickly jumps up.
”Jamie Kat… That’s cute, Kittie Kat. Or, should I say… Kittie Staggs?”
Kittie’s eyes fly open in a fit of shock. She sits there for a minute, pinching her arm wildly, causing a stunned Jamie Staggs to look at her questioningly. Kittie continues to pinch harder and harder until she begins slapping the same arm.
“F*CK!!! Why do I feel this? Shit, it isn’t my worst nightmare?”
Jamie rubs her cheek tenderly, showing off his own silver band as he does so. His shirtless, tattooed chest heaves in an odd sense of pleasure as he leans in and kisses her steaming cheeks. She quickly pulls away and leaps out of bed, discovering herself in one of Jamie’s dress shirts. She quickly backs up against the wall as if trying to squeeze herself into it. She looks over at him and her eyes quickly flash about several different emotions. Anger, disbelief, sadness, fear, and an almost uncontrollable fury. Jamie leans up in the bed, preparing to remove the covers when Kittie sees enough to realize the blanket is the only thing he is wearing. She instantly places her hands out in front of him, motioning for him to stay still.
”DON’T… MOVE. Just… stay there. Give me a minute to process this, because I am on the verge of going completely ape shit on someone right now, namely you. How COULD YOU?”
Jamie rolls the covers under his arms, hiding any hint that he is nude in fear of castration. His face showing the sting of her words, and the hurt he is feeling inside as he tries to figure out the right way to respond to that. His eyebrows curl in distaste as he leans back against the headboard.
”Okay, you know what? You asked ME! You brought ME to the chapel near the strip, and YOU bought the rings. I don’t know what kind of f*cked up mind games you are playing, but I’m not going to play along anymore. If you aren’t just playing the f*cked up loon, then you need to be in a hospital somewhere!”
Jamie wraps the sheet around himself as he steps out of bed. He shakes his head as he collects his clothing. He pulls the ring off of his finger and throws it at Kittie, hitting just next to the wall.
”Go to h…”
”Jamie? I honestly have no clue what is going on here. Last thing I remember, I was standing over the grave, looking at Raynin, I blacked out, and then I woke up here in bed with you. Forgive me if I am just a little bit shocked right now to find out I’m Mrs. Staggs.”
Kittie leans down and picks up the smooth, silver band, and looks at it for a moment. The inscription clearly reads “TWO PARTS OF ONE HEART FOREVER – KITTIE”. Though she is in disbelief, and enraged, she realizes that Jamie isn’t the one to be mad at. She can hear the chuckling of the queen from deep within her head. The chuckling grows louder before Jamie speaks up.
”Well, maybe you need real help. That Liddell chick is obviously not helping you. She was our witness for cryin’ out loud!”
Kittie has to take a second to process the fact that Dr. Liddell was their witness before she walks over to Jamie, holding the marriage certificate in his hand. She snatches it from his hands and looks down to see that Jamie was not lying once again.
”For the longest time, I’ve had a thing for you, but you were always looking at my brother, giving him the attention. I don’t think you were interested, but he was the only one you didn’t treat like a sack of crap until Misty. You are crazy, but you know what? I’m a little f*cked up too.”
Jamie pulls on pants as he lets the sheet drop down again. His thick wallet chains jingle as he buckles up his belt. He clears the zipper and then he walks over to Kittie, cautiously. He stares at the certificate with her, even though she is staring right through it. He reluctantly reaches around to give her a respectable hug.
”You need to find a way to let yourself be happy instead of staying a tortured soul. Your parents, that was almost twenty-five years ago. It was very screwed up, but you can let yourself heal. Billy was a drug addict, Spike wasn’t ever interested that way, and I have no idea about the Nyako thing. Wish I coulda watched, but…”
Kittie shoves Jamie away from her, kneeling down on the floor, she throws up. She shakes her head, trying to see if it is still too late to be a nightmare. She wished she could go back to her own confine she had created in her mind, but it wouldn’t work. She had nothing further to find there. This was reality, and a harsh one she hasn’t had t deal with since she was a little girl.
Her hair covers the graphic scene as it hangs down, staying clean by some miracle. Jamie leans down and pulls a piece of her hair back before she waves his hand away. She just stays hovered over on the ground, because the nauseous feeling hasn’t left entirely yet. She takes deep breaths to try holding it back, but nothing makes the heavy feeling go away. Jamie forcefully wraps his arms around her shoulders as she leans against his chest crying. He strokes her hair, trying to avoid looking at the mess on the floor that luckily landed on her clothing, and not his.
”I’ve had so much stress lately. So many memories that I suppressed have been coming back up. I’ve always wanted to prove to myself that I wasn’t just some blonde bimbo, all about tits and ass. I have worked so much harder than most of the women I have encountered in these companies like GXW and 3WL. Yet, I was never in the title picture. This time I am. This time my hard work is paying off, but I feel like I’m cracking under the pressure, Jamie.”
Jamie continues to console her in a manner that seems very much the opposite of his usual character. He brushes her long blonde hair back. His eyes light up when he remembers something from a few days ago at the cemetery.
Jamie walks up to Kittie once the main event Cemetary Match between six of the fiercest Bombshells in SCW. Kittie was staring down at a fallen Raynin, but even after Raynin had left the cemetery altogether twenty minutes prior, Kittie still remained at the edge of the grave. He playfully tickles her sides, expecting her to do a number on him like she had after his stunt in the Women’s Locker Room, but she just stands there, not even phased in the slightest. He chuckles, and then he notices her face is ghost white. He watches as her features just tremble.
”HEY! I think she is in shock or something! We need a medic over here!”
Jamie watches as she falls down to her knees. Her lips move, but no sound comes out. She just shakes her head and begins to pet above the surface of the grave. He leans down with her.
”Kittie? Kittie, what’s going on? Is this some kinda joke to get me back, because it’s pretty damn lame if so!”
She begins crying, and shaking her head before falling back into Jamie’s arms. He holds her as she stares off into space, continuing to disagree with whatever is going on in her world. She lays back, curling up as if a baby in Jamie’s arms. She leans up just a little before she makes a choking sound. Jamie watches as she begins nodding her head. She leans back onto her knees, and begins covering her ears.
The medics come over, but as soon as Jamie helps by putting his hands over her ears, she seems to calm down. Her breathing slows down, and she becomes quiet, even smiling as she closes her eyes. Jamie breathes a sigh of relief as he holds her ears tighter. She moves her hands from under and places them over his, rubbing them tenderly in recognition. The medics attempt to prep her for attention until Jamie bats them away. They persist, causing Jamie to let go of Kittie to punch one of the medics in the face. As soon as he does, Kittie falls down into the open grave with a thud.
Jamie gently places his hands over Kittie’s ears, lulling her crying. She rests down into him, wrapping her arms around his chest tightly. Jamie places his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes too.
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”The luxurious Mandalay Bay Hotel Resort and Casino is proud to host the first supercard of Sin City Wrestling… SCW Climax Control: High Stakes! Featuring Two Gauntlet Championship Matches to crown the Bombshell and Heavyweight Champions, as well as Blaque Hart Bruce Evans Versus Virgil… Wyatt Peterson Versus Kid Karma… JT Underwood and Maoi Versus Blade Alexander and DJ Williams … Sinful Obsession Versus Poisoned Power… And a special confrontation of two former friends gone foe as ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward invites Spike Staggs to the ring. SCW promises to blow the roof off of Mandalay Bay on Sunday, November 6th, 2011!”
Several fans go crazy as cameras pan the hall where a limited group of fans are permitted early for a meet and greet with their favorite SCW wrestlers before they open the gates to allow the general public in. The fans scream and wave signs for their favorites as they wait to be admitted. “Angel Told Me To”, “Blade is an @sshole”, and “Freight Train of Pain” frontline the crowd, but several others are spread about. One fan in particular shakes a sign around reading, “I’ve Been PUSSYWHIPPED!”
Two screens, one on each side of the entrance to the hall feature superstar stats, and promotional video from the first two episodes of Climax Control, highlighting the things leading up to this massive debut of epic proportions. They soon fade to the banner of Climax Control before showing graphics of the matches. The fans buzz in anticipation.
Inside the hall, Kittie sits at a table, looking as if she were bored to death. She runs her fingers through her long blonde hair, allowing it to fall down her shoulders, only to adjust the small silver tiara in her hair. She is wearing the rhinestone shirt, reading “FuCKiN PRiNCeSS” as well as a pair of tight black leather pants, a white pyramid studded belt, and a few wallet chains varying in length.
She has a stack full of pictures next to her, and a pen ready, but not many people come up to her table. She simply taps the marker against the table to the beat of the music playing on her iPod. She bops her head as a hand sets down a water bottle before moving on to the next table. She pops open the water bottle, and then takes a long sip from it. As she sets it down, a masculine hand reaches down and takes hold of her hand. Kittie is shocked, but looks over to see her husband, as strange as the thought is to her. She still waits, three days later to hear Jamie shout “You been D*ck’d!” but it never happens. She is confused as to which she would rather happen, so she simply smiles and grips onto his hand as he leans down next to her.
”You look kinda bummed. What’s going on?”
Kittie leans over to face Jamie, not used to being able to confide in anyone, the change is rather welcomes. Her faint smile fades as she looks across the room. So many of the SCW stars have their tables crowded, and Kittie has signed only one or two autographs.
”No one seems to even give a damn about me. They want to see everyone else. I mean, look over at Angelica’s table, for Christ sake. She has had to restack pictures four times! Do you see that?”
Jamie reluctantly hides something behind his back, but not before Kittie has a chance to catch a glimpse of it. She wrestles it away from Jamie, and takes a look at it. “XoXo, Angelica<3” She is fuming, and she repeatedly smacks Jamie with the picture as if it were a steel chair. She rips it up to shreds and allows it to rain down like confetti over Jamie’s head. Before he can even protest it, Kittie places a finger in front of his mouth to silence him.
”I don’t believe you. I know we are only married on paper, but you could at least have the decency to ask your ‘wife’ for an autograph instead of hitting up that sperm dumpster who looks like something out of a teen boys spank bank! Un-beee-lievable!”
”Look, she handed it to me as I was on my way back over here. I’m not going to just give it back. That’s rude. I don’t know what this marriage is honestly, but I’m trying to do whatever it takes.”
”Yeah, because you are all about being polite and minding your manners, right?”
Kittie leans back in her chair, whispering to herself as she looks around the room. Jamie quickly stands up, and walks behind Kittie. He looks out over the room, but the clientele seems more posh than anything. Jamie snaps his fingers and pulls out Kittie’s headphones. Before Kittie can say anything, Jamie leans down to let her in on something.
”It just hit me. These aren’t the real wrestling fans. They are the ones who have the money to buy early admission. The outrageous price that’s more than I ever made in a month wrestling. Don’t worry about it just yet. The real fans are buzzing about the only two SCW stars to be two and oh. Casey Williams, who has tainted victories, and you, only completely legit victories.”
Kittie nods her head. Her ego hasn’t been stroked this way ever. She leans her head back against Jamie’s stomach. He strokes her hair, invoking the first genuinely happy smile in a long time.
”According to one of my opponents, my last victory was a fluke. It’s luck that I whooped Raynin’s ass all over that cemetery? It’s luck that she had a quick second wind and almost eliminated me, only for me to reverse it on her when I hadn’t been beat down by her team of talentless sucks? She is the only one outside of Misty who makes me doubt my confidence to a certain degree, but I know I do the same for her as well. I am not afraid to admit when I have competition, unlike her. They say I am delusional, but I don’t fill my head with the idea that I’m unbeatable. There is too much going on in my head to pad it with false securities…”
Kittie looks over to the guard gates as security lifts them up and to the side. They begin waving people in, but the rich crowd stays hovered around Angelica. Kittie watches as Angelica smiles and laughs along with them until she abruptly walks away from her table. Kittie smirks as she leans forward in her chair. The fans spread out to the various tables, and a few punk rock kids come running over to Kittie’s table, trying to beat the crowd over to her. She is shocked at their efforts, but she gets her pen ready. The first kid nearly knocks into the table as scoots to a stop. He looks over to his friends quickly approaching as he tries to gasp out a few words.
”Oh my god, you are the reason me and my friends came here. You are one tough chick! Hot too.”
Kittie smirks and she reaches across the table to accept his hand for a shake. He disagrees with the handshake, and he leans over the table for a hug.
”No. Sorry. I don’t like that.”
The kid looks hurt until he sees Kittie stand up from her chair. She walks in front of her table and gives the kid a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. His friends ooh and ah at the display as she ruffles his hair. She leans over her table and signs a picture for him and hands it over to him.
”Aww dude! I got a hug, kiss, and an autograph from Kittie! No way. This is probably the best day of my life!”
”Mine too.”
Kittie gets hugs from the other three before signing pictures for each of them, getting their names to go along with it. They notice a line forming behind them, so they bid farewell as they rush off, skipping with joy. Kittie leans against her table, watching as the line has tripled in just a matter of seconds. Jamie folds his arms in front of his chest, but a smile spreads across his face as he watches Kittie mingle with the fans.
”Thanks for the autograph, Kittie. Now I have almost all of the Bombshell Gauntlet participants’ autographs. Do you know when Angelica will be back to her table?”
Kittie’s face sours a bit against her own will. She looks up into the man’s eyes, watching the reflection of the fire in her own eyes. She clinches her fists around the marker in her hand and she takes a step back to give herself some distance from the innocent man.
”Angelica? Who gives a shit about that twit? She is only in the match because she knows how to work the boss’s pole. She never wrestled a match in her life, yet she gets to debut in a championship supercard match? Then, she has the audacity to rub it in the faces of the women who have worked their asses off since the company opened, and many of us long before that. I feel like I have earned my spot in this match, regardless of my mental state. I have gone out there for both Climax Control shows, and I have worked my ass off proving that I deserve the honor of being in this title match, and she just sucks a dick and gets in the match? Honestly, why the F*CK would you even care about getting her autograph? You know, it is women like her that make me ashamed to be a woman. Whether you like me or not, I pride myself on integrity. I have only been in one other single championship match, and I got a raw deal, but do you know what that did for me? It drove me to work harder to earn this one, and I am thankful to even have this shot. Angelica just acts like it’s her God given right to be in this match. She wants to call me a psychotic bitch, but she is going to find out exactly why she isn’t the first one to make that observation. She has made enemies of most of the participants, and like them or not, I completely understand. She calls us boring? She wants to act like she is God’s Gift to wrestling? I recall an opponent saying that I feel as if I just deserve this championship match out of undeserved sense of entitlement, but I have fought tooth and nail while Angelica embodies that statement to its fullest. Her autograph is worthless unless you are starting a collection of overpriced prostitute autographs, then you should go and wait for her to decide she is bored being an obnoxious c**t and can do her damn job and charge everyone ten dollars for an autograph. Take this and get the f*ck out of my sight!”
The crowd surrounding Kittie cheer as the man looks baffled. He has obviously stuck a nerve with Kittie and he reluctantly takes the autographed picture and backs away toward Angelica’s autograph table. Kittie eyeballs him before returning her eyes to the fans in front of her. Like night and day, she smiles and begins signing more pictures, shaking hands, and even allowing a picture with a fan even though it isn’t the photo op group. Another fan comes up, this time a woman. She shakes Kittie’s hand with a big smile spread across her face.
”I just wanted to let you know that I think it’s amazing that there are still female wrestlers with integrity like you, Misty, Raynin, and Fantasia. It has inspired me to go into training. I have never been happier, and healthier, and I owe it to you guys.”
Kittie studies the young woman, admiring her ebony locks in curls, her deep brown eyes, and her toned body that even made Kittie jealous as a long time veteran of the ring. She shakes the woman’s hand and then gives her a hug, patting her on the back.
”We are a rare breed, aren’t we? I am surprised that you even put Fantasia in that category though. She is an amazing athlete in the sport. She has had an illustrious career. I hate to say that her head just isn’t in the sport anymore. She even said she plans on going into retirement soon. If this were a few years ago, I wouldn’t even argue your point, but this is 2011, almost 2012, and Fantasia is a name that is best left in the history books. I find it interesting what she said about me on WWW. Chronic PMS. I just have a low tolerance for stupidity and ignorance. I am dealing with rage issues, but that has nothing to do with my abilities. Well, I take that back. It does have something to do with my abilities. I apply that rage in the ring. I unleash it there. Wrestling has become my therapy lately. It seems to be the only time that my head is somewhat clear. Talking about the violence or committing it keeps me tied down to this world. I recently got into studying this one. I wrote her off as simply a slut, but that is more Angelica’s bit here. Fantasia is unbridled, cunning, swift, and precise. Is, or was, is more like it. Now, she just has a venomous tongue, all bark and little bite. I do have to say that she has the sense to recognize that I’m not some crazy bitch thrown into the fray. She knows as much as I do that I deserve the chance at the championship. I just find it funny that she thinks she will walk away without a shadow of a doubt. I am a wild card when it comes to this match. She said it best when she said that it is hard to pin me down. She knows that from experience in our debut match. But, figuratively, as she put it, she knows that I don’t even know what I’m going to do until I’m doing it half the time. I don’t formulate a strategy. I don’t plan anything. I just go out there, I watch, I wait, and I listen. When the time is right, I strike. She found that out when I nearly knocked the war paint off of her face with that bag of poker chips to secure my first of two wins. I bet she wishes she had been on my team last week, because she showed determination, and we worked together to secure the win. I would have rather been saddled with her than Allison Summers…”
The girl nods her head, agreeing completely with Kittie. She is enjoying hearing the opinion of a fellow female wrestler as much as Kittie enjoys venting it to the crowd surrounding her. She signs a few autographs as she goes on with her rant to the young woman standing in front of her.
”Allison Summers. She is the only reason our team nearly came out with a loss. She is almost as bad as Angelica. She receives a championship match, thinking it is her right to have it simply for being here. Her boyfriend gets a title match, so why shouldn’t she? She almost didn’t show up to fight last week. I am, in the literal sense, crazy, erratic, and not exactly right upstairs, but I showed up on time. I cut promos for that match. And I fought hard to secure the win for our team. I was steaming pissed at Allison, and if she weren’t my teammate, I would have kicked her ass all over that cemetery, just for fun. She is weak, and doesn’t even deserve the chance she has been given here. That is why she has a huge bullseye on her chest. If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is people who haven’t worked their asses off the way I have, yet they are held on par with me, and they get the same recognition as me. It really burns my ass. That is why Rebecca Blades, Angelica, and Allison Summers are on my hit list. Well, honestly, the only two that aren’t on my list are Fantasia and Misty. I have bigger fish to fry than Fantasia, and Misty is a friend of mine…”
”What about Raynin? That chick is cool. She is a real badass too, and she isn’t a chick who flaunts the goods to make up for a lack in the ring.”
The girl grips her autographed picture, interested in what Kittie has to say. Kittie, herself, has to stop and think. There is certainly no denying that Raynin is all of those things. She garners Kittie’s respect more so than half of the Bombshell roster, because of these traits. She has serious skill, but something just doesn’t sit right with Kittie.
”Raynin is a good wrestler. Her skill is amazing. I give you that, but she uses cheap tactics when it comes to promos. I believe Fantasia said it best there. It drives me nuts. That is just a minor factor in my overall feelings about Raynin. When she nearly beat me, I gave her kudos. Instead of being a true competitor at heart, she runs around, thinking to herself about how I got lucky. Instead of admitting that I bested her, plain and simple, she says that her partners are at fault. She had a weak link the same as we did. She had Rebecca Blades, and we had Allison Summers. Dead weight against dead weight is fair game. Misty threw Fantasia into a grave, and we fought Raynin, but it didn’t last long enough for me to get some sort of advantage. We fought it out, back and forth, and she got a few good hits in. In the end, I am the one who put her six feet under, and secured the victory for my team. Had the outcome been the opposite, I would have congratulated Raynin after I waffle stomped the hell out of Allison Summers. I would have admitted that she fought a good match, but she has too much pride to admit that I got the best of her. And believe me, I understand being delusional wayyyyy more than anybody, but she just doesn’t get it. I feel sorry for her, because if she wants to chalk my victory from the last show up to luck, then she is going to have one hell of a harsh reality check coming her way. But, then again, I guess it would work to my advantage if she underestimates me. It will just make getting that championship a little bit easier.”
Kittie snaps out of it, and then just nods her head. She signs another picture after shaking another hand.
”What about Misty? How do you feel about facing her again, only this time with a championship on the line?”
Kittie pauses to process her thoughts once more. The question had been posed around the debut of Climax Control, and had been on her mind since the announcement of the Bombshell Championship being introduced. Though she would rather have focused on her opponents, eventually she would have to remember that Misty isn’t a partner this week, but rather an opponent.
”It isn’t at the top of my list of favorite things about this match. I look forward to beating the hell out of Angelica and Allison Summers most. Misty and I go back several years. Her and Spike are really the only friends I have. But, since we are all either currently in the business, or formally of the business, we have a certain understanding of what a championship means. I wouldn’t fault Misty for throwing me over the top rope. Do I look forward to it? No. Will I go willingly? Hell no I won’t! Is it possible? Yes. I know if Misty were to win, I would do my best to be supportive. I can’t say anyone else would receive the same treatment, but Misty would. I think it is expected that neither of us will show mercy to any opponent, including the both of us, so I hope there would be no hard feelings if I were to be the one to win. I have the highest of regards for Misty as a wrestler, even though I think she sees me as non-threatening. I hope for her own sake that she doesn’t. I might not be the best there ever has been, but I will continue to train, and to fight until I am. Being the first SCW Bombshell Champion would be the first step toward that. I am confident that I can do it, though.”
A clearing in the crowd forms, parting it down the middle, leading to Kittie. She scratches her head, wondering who could make their way through this crowd. Once she feasts her eyes on the person responsible for this, she can’t help but smile. The long, slender legs of Angelica appear first, leading up to her glimmering emerald eyes that are intently locked on Kittie. She places her hand against the waist of her white lace trimmed hotpants and she flips her hair back as if to try capturing Kittie’s thunder for her own.
”Hey bitch.”
”Sup ho?”
Angelica slowly bobs her head from side to side, watching as Kittie locks eyes with her, and she tries to break it. She looks around with a smile perching itself upon her face with no intentions of leaving.
”So, I heard you were over here talkin’ shit? You actually think you are going to win this match? It might not be me, but it sure as hell won’t be the sad girl tandem that escaped from Hottopic.com. I will make sure of it.”
”Oh, really? How are you gonna do that? You can’t sleep with someone to ensure that, Angelica.”
”That’s funny, because I’ve been hearing that for nearly two weeks now, and you wanna know something? It still doesn’t bother me. Call me a bitch, ho, slut, cumdumpster, anything you like, because I’ve heard it a million times. I just think that it’s funny that you are still sticking up for your loser friend, even though she is going to put a knife right in your back before all of this is done and over with. You two won’t be the final two before it happens. But, what have you got to lose, right? I mean, you are already a nobody…”
Jamie has had enough and he walks to the front of the table, trying to get between the two Bombshells. He stands in front of Kittie, and points at Angelica, ready to tell her to cool it. However, Kittie simply climbs Jamie’s back in a swift motion, leaping off to catch Angelica with a spinning wheel kick, they both crash to the ground in a heap for just a moment. Angelica rolls over on top of Kittie, choking her, until Kittie catches her with a headbutt between the eyes. She rolls over on top of Angelica, growling as she lays fist after fist into her face before Jamie pulls her off, kicking and screaming. Security comes rushing over to the group but Jamie simply pulls Kittie back from the table, and walks her over to the exit to the lobby.
Kittie looks back, locking eyes with Angelica who is trying her best to act tough, letting the audience surrounding her know that she is okay. Kittie shakes loose of Jamie and dashes back over to her, knocking her to the ground once more. She looks down at her and jabs her finger into Angelica’s forehead.
”You are the nobody here. You suck a penis, and wind up in a title match. I’ve worked for seven years to get here. Don’t you DARE tell me I am a nobody, and don’t you DARE tell me who to trust. This match is every woman for their self. But you had better believe me, just about every woman in this match has it out for you, and you better hope they take you out before I have a chance to get to you. Eliminating yourself would be the greatest mercy you could possibly show yourself…”
Angelica takes a swing at Kittie who simply shoves her back to the ground with her foot. The security guards hover around her, preparing to take her away until she shakes them away and walks backward, keeping her eyes locked on Angelica’s angry and embarrassed eyes. She lets her know that she is not threatened by her, and the look is returned as Angelica holds her head in a show of theatrics.
Jamie wraps his arms around Kittie, guiding her over to the exit gently. He senses she will leave willingly now, and he makes sure she gets out to the hallway where a camera is filming the scene that has just taken place. Kittie simply bypasses it, walking with Jamie to a bit of a clearing near the far wall. He puts his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down, but she paces back and forth. She shakes her fists as she seems to be having a conversation with herself. Jamie bursts out into laughter, literally rolling on the floor for a second before slowly bringing himself back up to a standing position.
”DAMN! That was a mixture of damn funny and damn hawt! You just told that ho what was up and she didn’t even stand a chance! Man, that was just… awesome!”
Jamie watches as Kittie eventually returns to this world, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She walks over and playfully bumps into Jamie before turning around to watch the masses of people either staring at them or outright whispering about them. Their pointing causes Kittie to almost smile. She watches as guards help escort Angelica from the room and through the lobby. Jamie tightens up his chest in an attempt to appear neutral for the moment, until Angelica passes from their sight.
”That bitch doesn’t stand a chance against you in this match. Most of the women don’t, really.”
”If I didn’t want to leave a piece for Misty, out of respect, I would have made sure she didn’t make it to the match since she doesn’t even deserve to be there anyway. That chick is making enemies quicker than I did in my days as a heel.”
Jamie wants to see what would happen if they had crossed paths again, but he doesn’t want Kittie to lose her chance at the Bombshell Championship, so he does what he thinks is best. Jamie chuckles as they start walking off in the opposite direction of Angelica. Kittie obliges in a rare moment of sensibility. They walk past the big display of cameras for the photo op going on in promotion of High Stakes. A few people snap pictures of the unscheduled bombshell before she gets passed them toward a refreshment table. She picks up a cookie from the table in passing, and she nibbles on it. Jamie leans down in a playful display, taking a big bite for himself. Kittie swats him in the shoulder.
”Hey asshole, get your own!”
”You’re right. We need to get some meat on them bones!”
Kittie gives one more swat, this time much harder than initially. They keep walking until someone comes running up to them. Kittie is caught off guard when they tap her on her shoulder, eager to get her attention. He is a young man, average height, dressed in clothing reminiscent of Kittie and Jamie’s attire. His hair is black and the top is frosted with fire engine red, swooped up in a sort of rockabilly pompadour.
”Kittie! I am sorry to bother you, but I was really hoping to get an autograph until that hosebeast pulled that crap back there. I knew your brother Caleb from the hospital, and we even met once. He bragged about you all the time. He made anyone who ever talked to him a fan of your work.”</color>
Jamie steps between the two, unsure of how Kittie will react, but soon sees that everything is alright. Kittie hears her brother’s name, and is instantly intrigued. She chokes back a tear when she hears about how her brother brags about her to everyone, considering how long it has been since she has seen him. She just nods her head, agreeing without saying anything.
”I haven’t seen him in years. I think about him all the time, though. I’m glad he hasn’t forgotten me though.”
”He would never forget you. Out of everything he has going on, you are the only thing that never changes in his opinion. He even conned the nurses to turn on GXW just in case you would appear. You should go see him.”
Kittie reaches out with her pen ready when the guy pulls out a Kittie action figure from his backpack. It is a limited edition figure from her later GXW days. She always appreciated the look of insane rage portrayed on the face of the figure, not realizing how accurate it generally is. She signs down next to the gold authenticated sticker. She hands it back to him as he finishes talking.
”My therapist doesn’t think it’s a good idea. But, I think it’s been long enough… Are you sticking around for High Stakes?”
”Ha, I wish. Those tickets are ungodly. But, me and my guy will be watching it on Pay-Per-View instead. I’ve really been into the happenings of SCW, even though you are what drew me here.”
”Let me try to put in a word with management. I don’t have any pull around here, but maybe I can work a miracle. Jamie’s brother is a friend of mine, and he might have better luck since he is a hot commodity around SCW.”
”I thought you looked familiar. You almost won the GXW Heavyweight Champonship at their last pay-per-view, didn’t you?”
Jamie nods in the affirmative, reaching over for a handshake. After the exchange, Jamie goes back to playing bodyguard. The guy smiles and then does a sort of bow toward them both.
”Well, I just wanted to make sure to get the autograph I came for. I’m glad I got to talk to you for a minute. Good luck in your match, even though you don’t really need it. You are ready to be a champion.”
He gives a bashful smirk before walking off. Jamie gives Kittie a hint of interest with raised eyebrows. She matches his expression as they continue to walk off.
”I can’t believe I have a single hardcore fan. A fan with a rare action figure that was stopped because of a lack of interest from the public. But, maybe it’s a good thing. I can surprise everyone when I come out of this match with the Bombshell Championship. I won’t be an afterthought any longer, and I can prove all of these bitches wrong…”
Without even realizing it, Jamie slowly leaves her side, leaving her confused for a moment. She watches as he walks over to his brother, Spike. Spike subtly waves to Kittie with a flash of a smile before he looks to Jamie with a look of surprise. His eyes are hidden by dark sunglasses with silver rims. His pale skin contrasts heavily with his black tank top undershirt and loose black jeans and wallet chains similar style to Kittie’s own.
The two brothers slowly walk off a few feet, leaving Kittie. However, Kittie is not alone as she rests her eyes on the equally pale bombshell standing right in front of her. Misty is clad in a deep red corset with a black tank top underneath, and red and black Tripp pants with several silver chains hanging down from the bondage rings strewn about them. Her raven hair gives her arctic eyes an even colder effect as she stares at Kittie.
Kittie locks eyes with Misty, staring at her silently. Their nostrils flare up just a little with each breath. Time seems to stand still as they seem to have a psychic exchange of insults. Fans crowd around the two, ready with cameras and camera phones to capture the carnage that might take place between these two supposed “once friends”. Kittie takes one step closer, as does Misty, causing the crowd to move in closer as well. The security guards surrounding Misty also surround Kittie next. Kittie breaks the stare as she looks down to her hand as it slowly reaches out toward Misty.
”Once that bell rings, I can’t promise anything…”
”I won’t promise a damn thing once that bell rings, either. All bets are off then, Kittie Kat.”
”Yeah, well, good luck, Misty.”
Their eyes meet up once again, nostrils return to flaring until Misty’s hand reluctantly meets Kittie’s. They give one firm, solid handshake before letting go of the grip.
”You too, Kittie…”
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