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”I’M losing MY SHIT!”
Kittie could not believe the words of her opponents over the last week or so, and none of it had settled well with her. She begins picking up whatever is around her at the moment, and she throws it. Breaking things NEEDED to happen! She shrieks as she picks up a vase of flowers and tosses it at her husband who quickly ducks the attempted hit. His eyes flash in a bit of a panic, but he knew this was just a part of his “Extreme Marriage”. He knew he had to wait for the anger to escalate to just the right point where she will truly begin to take out her frustrations on him in a manner they would both enjoy. Kittie rips the curtains from over the window and she swings them around wildly, attempting to tear the heavy material with her silver painted claws. Once she is successful to a certain degree, she tosses them to the floor.
Kittie: These bitches are stupid! Every single one of them. Why am I even fighting them, huh? Tell me, dammit!
Jamie raises his finger to try to point out a reason why she might be facing these three… hawt… Bombshells. However, as soon as he attempts to answer her, she just flips over the coffee table, spilling over the mess of guitar magazines, gaming magazines, and mostly empty beer and soda cans. Jamie lifts his feet up as the flood of stuff makes its way toward him. He steps out of the way once more.
Kittie: You know why? They think they need to make me look good by throwing fodder in my way. Well, guess what? They’ve done enough of that when they put me against these damn idiots the first fifty fucking times I faced them. Give me a break!
As if on cue, she throws a snow globe against the screen of the television, and Jamie has had enough at this point. He falls to his knees, letting out a “NOOOOOOOO!” Kittie doesn’t hear it as she rips the frame of it from off of the wall. She shakes her fist before she starts to knock over the entertainment center. Jamie has really had more than his fill, and he lifts Kittie from off of the ground, steadying her as she swings around in defiance.
Kittie: What the hell are you doing, Jamie? Do you want me to take out my anger on you?
A wide grin comes across Jamie’s face as he raises his eyebrows up and down rapidly to suggest that this is EXACTLY what he wants. She clubs at his back, which is still a little sore from the outcome of his “Twitter War Attack”. Kittie uses her flexibility to run her feet up his stomach, and then she wraps her legs around his chest and she attempts to bring the decent sized guy down with a Hurricanrana of sorts. When it doesn’t work, she just hangs upside down and begins to pout.
Kittie: Get off me!
Jamie lets go of any support of her, but she still just hangs from his neck with her legs wrapped around his neck. As if she were just a medallion of sorts, he paces back and forth across the littered floor of the apartment.
Jamie: I’m not gonna take this anymore, Kit. You can rip up the couch cushions, you can pee in my slippers, and you can knock over just about anything in this apartment, but I will not let you harm my X-Box! I gotta draw the line somewhere!
Kittie grits her teeth before she allows herself to drop down to the ground amongst the trash and mixture of liquids. She takes a deep breath and she gets up. She punches him in his arm because she has to relieve her stresses somehow.
Jamie: Babe, you leave me with no other choice…
Jamie pulls his phone from his pocket and begins to dial. Kittie scoffs as she brushes off the magazine pages stuck to the back of her shirt. She waves him off in an attempt to ignore him, but she is just not capable of such things. She turns around, and in a very mocking tone, she begins prancing around, talking in a whiny baby voice.
Kittie: Awww, wittle baby gonna cry coz of his biddio games? Hm? Gonna squirt a wittle? Gonna call the wooney bin to come and pick me up…?
She waves her hair out of her face as he gets in his face. He slowly shakes his head in the negative. As his smile grows, hers shrinks. Soon, she breaks a sweat as she hears a voice pick up on the other end. The tone of voice is gruff, angry, and completely unmistakable, so Kittie doesn’t even have to hear the conversation.
Jamie: Rage, homeslice… It’s Jamie, duh! We still on for Blaze of Glory? Uh huh. EPIC! So, anyway, I need to ask you a big favor. See, your like Sin Sister or whatever is wrecking the apartment… No, it’s not unusual, but she wrecked the TV and she almost got my X-Box too… She needs to cbill out… You know the PERFECT SOLUTION?
Jamie smiles as Kittie becomes even more confused. She tilts her head, as if trying to listen to the conversation. She moves in closer, to no avail. She goes as far as to press her ear against his, and what she hears shocks her, and disgusts her all at once. She slowly steps back as if she had seen a ghost. She slowly shakes her head side to side as he lips tremble.
Kittie: No… no, no, no…. Oh gawd no… No, no, no… Ohhhh no… Please no. No? No, no, no, no….
<marquee>***About an hour later……***</marquee>
A close up on Kittie’s face comes into view. Her hair is a wet mess of tangles. She looks a bit perturbed to say the least. Behind her, a beautiful ocean view sparkles, with a light hint of waves splashing, accented only by the sound of seagulls ring through her ears. Her eyes narrow and her jaw fluctuate. As the camera pans out a bit, you can see her sitting in a white fleece robe with a towel wrapped behind her neck. The only thing going through her mind is “I’m going to kill Jamie” where most others would be happy to be relaxing with a mixed drink in the cup holder of their beach chair. She looks down to her right hand as a young man sporting a fauxhawk and two big diamond earrings. He would be mildly attractive in a douchey way if he didn’t put off the “strictly beef” vibe. He filed away at her nails, taking down her sharp talons as his eyes wince in disgust.
Man: Oh God, honey… When is the last time you had a manicure?
Kittie clinches her jaw tightly as she looks over to see the buxom redheaded beauty clad in the same attire, however a much more pleasant expression. The Sin of Lust lets out a light moan as the young woman pushes back her cuticles. Kittie shakes her head in disgust.
Kittie: Why would you subject me to this? Really. Do I look like the kind of girl who enjoys a day at the spa?
Fantasia’s eyes flutter open, and she glances over at Kittie with just the slightest hint of annoyance on her face. Her fiery eyes lighten up to a sweet, almost doe-like gaze. She lifts her fruity pink drink to her lips and she takes the smallest of sips from the straw. She lets out a slight giggle as her lips curl into the faintest of smiles.
Fantasia: No, honey… You definitely do not. But, it is nice to have a female companion to have Girl’s Day with. It is an excellent way for us to bond.
Kittie rolls her eyes throughout Fantasia’s entire pep talk, until she gets to the part about bonding. As much as she hated to admit it, she also liked the idea of bonding with another female. It is something that she has not ever truly been able to accomplish, short of her relationship with Nyako. She just sighs, and sits back in the chair. She allows herself to release her tension as the man works on her nearly hopeless cause of a manicure.
Kittie: I just have trouble with this. Why go through so much trouble to lay sand out on the floor, and put up a big animated picture of an ocean view? Are people really dumb enough to think even for a second that they are at the beach? I realized I wasn’t at a beach the second I remembered I was in Vegas, and I walked into a building.
This is Kittie’s attempt at making polite conversation, as she hasn’t even muttered one curse word. She takes notice that Fantasia’s face is beginning to turn back to the initial annoyed look. She closes her lips quickly. Why was it so important for her to make somewhat of a good impression on Fantasia? Kittie picks up her own pink fruity drink, and she tilts her head back, taking down the remainder of what was left in the glass. She lets out an enormous belch that causes every other person in the room to stop and stare at her. She shrugs her shoulders, and then looks over to the pathetic tiki bar and shakes her glass.
Kittie: Yeah, pass me another one of those, will you? Shit is like kool-aid.
She puts her glass down next to about six others. She pulls a beauty mask down over her eyes as a woman comes over and sets the next drink in her cup holder. Kittie sighs as another woman comes over and begins to towel dry Kittie’s hair. Maybe it was the seventh drink, but she was starting to find herself a little more at ease. The idea of a spa still annoyed her, and she swore this day would never come, but she was going to try to bite her tongue.
Kittie: Thank you, by the way.
Fantasia sighs as she enjoys the same amenities as Kittie, feeling the light towel drying relax her entire body. She pulls down her mask as well.
Fantasia: Mmm… For what?
Kittie:</font > You know… For today. I know you didn’t really care for me at first.
Fantasia: Why would you say that? I liked the idea of you becoming an official member of the Seven Deadly Sins. You belong with us.
Kittie bites at her bottom lip as she tries to think of a polite way to say what she is thinking. She allows several minutes, and another drink, to pass. In usual Kittie fashion, she can’t help but just put it out there in the most blunt manner possible.
Kittie: No, I mean in the beginning. When I bashed you in my promos. I can’t blame you for not liking me. I mean, I basically called you a disgusting whore like Angelica…
Kittie chuckles, but the same reaction is not received by Fantasia. If the metaphoric fire in her eyes were real, this spa would have been burned to the ground. She purses her lips together, fighting back whatever catty remarks that were trying to burst through her lips to claw Kittie to death. Kittie helps the situation by interjecting once again.
Kittie: I was just so angry at the thought of someone as talented and beautiful and confident as you thinking so little of me. It was like being told as a child that you have to be a doctor, or a lawyer instead of a rock star or a wrestler. They’d say “girls can’t be serious wrestlers, Katalya. Go to school and get a degree.” Well, I did, and I got a Ph.D in asskicking!
Thankfully, Kittie’s words seemed to have had somewhat of an effect on Fantasia as her expression lightens up once again.
Fantasia: Did you get that Doctorate from Dumbass University?
Kittie tries her best to hold back from laughing, but the alcohol has her just a tad bit tipsy, so she isn’t too successful. It starts off as a slight trickle, but soon it overpowers her and it drowns out the seagull and water waves mp3 file. Everyone stops and looks at her as she leans forward in her heat. Fantasia just gets a smile of satisfaction as she lifts her newly painted nails to her lips, and she blows on them casually.
Kittie: You… You said… Haha! Dumb… DUMBASS UNIVERSITY! Haha! Like my… husband! That’s rich. Catty like these other broads, but it’s half way intelligent. I forgot what it was like to wrestle someone with wit, Fantasia. I miss that. Even Misty had half a brain once.
Kittie reaches the point where the bartender has stopped adding any alcohol to her drinks, but she doesn’t know it. Fantasia nods in a sort of agreement. Kittie lifts up her mask to notice that her nails look completely different now, painted pink. She shudders for a second, but decides to keep it to herself. They bring out a foot soak for her, and she dips her feet into it. With a sigh of relief, she leans back in her chain again, putting her hands behind her head. She speaks in a much more relaxed tone, closing her eyes.
Kittie: Misty is all about her family. Good for her. At least she is a slightly involved parent. I emphasize the word slightly. I mean, she might be a little unfit, but the state of Nevada doesn’t seem to think so, so who am I to judge? She might be able to see the big picture, but she is too busy with her head up Spike’s ass, or up her own. I mean, have you seen her promos lately? Can you say delusional much? Am I right?
Kittie reaches down and pulls a piece of pineapple from around the rim of her glass, and she places it gently in her mouth. She moans as the juices fill her mouth with sweet and sour goodness, savoring every moment of it.
Kittie: At least she isn’t a copy cat though. Well, maybe a little. She doesn’t have a best friend like I have in Tamara. Wonderful girl, you should meet her sometime… Anyway, Misty is so delusional she is imagining a friend she screwed over seventeen years ago. Long story short, I watched her last promo, and once I was done laughing at her idiocy and hypocrisy, I moved on to Raynin’s promo. I had to do a double take, because I was like “Hey, didn’t I just watch this shit a minute ago?” Same thing, only it was put up three days later… Somebody’s running out of ideas…
Kittie nods her head slowly as she takes another bit of pineapple. She tosses it in the air and catches it with her teeth. She opens up, taking less time to enjoy this one as she sets the glass back into the holder. She gently splashes her feet around in the soak as another thought hits her slightly altered mind.
Kittie: At least these two can fight their asses off to be half as good as me, but Brooklyn can’t even do that. And her promos? I feel like I’m watching a lame rap video on MTV. Only instead of rhyming, she just smokes more pot. It’s probably why her technique is so sloppy, because she comes down to the ring smelling like an Afroman concert.
Fantasia: I see you are warming up for that big Blaze of Glory convention. May I suggest something?
Kittie: I don’t see why you couldn’t.
Fantasia lifts up her eye mask and she looks over to Kittie, studying her expression. She leans forward in her seat, switching her gaze to her picture perfect nails, slowly inspecting them as she brings them closer to her face for inspection.
Fantasia: Harness all of that aggression, and apply it in the ring. I said it before all three of our in-ring encounters, and I will say it again. If you learned how to focus better, then you would be the most unstoppable Bombshell in Sin City, and the NWA. Instead, you will always be seen as the weak link that got lucky. Not everyone is going to be afraid of your whole psychotic act.
Kittie: *High tone* She thinks it’s an act.
Kittie: *low tone* Aww naw she didn’t just…
Kittie: *Seductively* Bitch please!
Kittie: What did you say, Fantasia?
After Kittie’s face contorts into several different strange expressions, Fantasia lifts an eyebrow at her, trying to keep a straight face. She purses her lips tightly as Kittie shrugs it off. Just then, an older woman approaches them, in a sundress, holding a small pug puppy. She is accompanied by a man dressed in a red blazer and black slacks. Kittie looks over at them as they stare at her.
Woman: Excuse me, missus. You have been causing a ruckus since the minute you got her. Some of us have come here for a quiet afternoon.
Kittie’s eyes flash a fiery glare before they narrow to focus the heat on the older woman. She places her free hand on her hip as she looks over to the manager who clears his throat, about to say something. However, Kittie stands up, splashing her foot soak all over the white sand, causing it to soak the older woman’s slippers. She gasps.
Woman: Why I NEVER!
Kittie: *Low manly toned voice* You never thought about how hideous you looked before you walked out of the house this morning, coz that dress be lookin’ like someone stole the curtains from the Motel 6, mmkay? Snap!
Kittie takes one step forward, snapping her fingers in the old woman’s face.
Kittie: Honey, there is only one fugly livin’ creature in this lil gathering right here, and trust it ain’t the dog. So how about you walk your old ass out my face! Out my face! Out my face! Heard?
At this point, the manager clears his throat and he waves behind himself to bring a round of security officers in his direction. Kittie looks over at them, and she gets a sheepish smile as she undresses each and every one of the guards with her eyes before they grab a hold of her.
Kittie: Ooh honey, be careful. It’s been years since I took on this many at once. Hey hey hey…
Kittie: Let me go dammit! I didn’t do anything! It’s not my fault Mrs. Butterworth has her hearing aid turned up too high!
Kittie kicks as they drag her off of the beach setting as the old woman watches with a strange sense of satisfaction. She makes kissy faces at her dog while mumbling reassuring words to him.
Kittie: Bitch, I am not afraid to punch an old woman so hard her dentures fly out! Let me at her!
Fantasia debates staying right where she is, but she seems to be having an Angel/Devil debate with herself. She starts to stand, but then she sits back down again. She finally decides to take down the rest of her drink “Kittie style” before she gets up and walks after Kittie. She stops right beside the older woman, and she looks her up and down before smiling sweetly. She reaches over and pets the pug’s hideously adorable head, before her eyes stare daggers through the old woman.
Fantssia: My friend forgot to mention one thing that might help. In your case, it might cost quite a bit of money, but you need to get laid…
Fantasia waves the old woman off before following the echoing shouts from Kittie. She watches on as Kittie escapes for the shortest of seconds as she makes a dash back down the hall, only to be tackled to the floor once more.
Kittie: LET ME AT HER! LET ME AT HER DAMMIT!
Fantasia watches on in a bit of amusement at Kittie’s struggle to get back at the old woman. Kittie deserved the struggle for getting them kicked out of the spa. The scene fades…
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”I can’t believe it was actually Drew that got us kicked out.”
”Hey, that old hag deserved it. Not only for her stank attitude, but for her crimes against fashion! Plus, Kittie didn’t help either, so I can’t take all the blame, biatch.”
”I swear I could have taken her.”
”Oh, really? Because I had my doubts… Of course you could have, but that doesn’t mean you should have tried. You’ve got your big match to focus on. You need to take it seriously, because that belt might not be coming home with you if you don’t.”
”Oh my precious baby will come home with me. I don’t give a damn whose neck I have to snap. A mother should always fight for her baby. Misty says she’s going to bring it home with her, but I will be damned if that happens. She is so incompetent!”
”She looks like a vampire whore, like ‘I want to suck you…’
”DREW!”
”What? You all were thinking it, I was just gonna say it.”
”See what I mean, Drew? She is constantly focusing on Misty. She did it when she faced Raynin alone, and she is doing it now. That is why I have my doubts about her winning…”
”I still beat Raynin though. It is why I am sitting pretty at the top of the mountain while all these other girls scratch and claw to get even close to where I am. I love it though…”
”Girl, you betta work, kay? Like seriously. Tam is right. You got Misty on the brain. When you go up against all four of these chicks, you are gonna gun for Misty, and you will only see Misty. With that state of mind, you’re gonna let Raynin just steal your belt. Or worse…”
”Oh, don’t you even… LA LA LA LA LA LA!”
”And your NEW Bombshell Champion… Brooklyn Carter! Do you really want to hear that? Even though she know fashion, can I get a Amen?”
”NO!”
”You girls just jealous…”
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There was one letter that Kittie had tried to write, many times over. Each day that passed made the pressure of writing this letter that much harder. With each crumpled up piece of notebook paper, and with each failed stroke of the pen, she started to see the inevitable truth of the matter. With all of the things that she had to say to this person, she had better say them face to face. It was the only way to clear her mind of it. Even if she was forbidden to go anywhere near her target, she has never been one to listen to the rules. Kittie was going to do it, and there was no way of stopping her from doing it.
A loud buzzer alerts as the alarm-rigged door slowly opens. Kittie takes a deep breath through her nose as she looks back at Synn. She turns away from the door and takes one step forward before she is stopped by Synn. He looks at her with his stare, and she stops trying to move past him. She turns around as a guard holds the door open, waving them in. Kittie slowly steps forward, her body trembling as her eyes roam around the room intensely. Had it not been for Synn coaching her along, she would have disappeared for the fourth time in the new year, and countless others before.
Everything is a haze of white hospital gowns, black socks, and obnoxiously bright fluorescent lights. Sweat begins to drip down her forehead as she wanders amongst the people who all stop and stare at the new entrants in pure amazement. Some recognize them from television, while others just their colorful clothing is visually appealing. Kittie nods her head at them as she attempts to stay strong and hide her fear away from the sharks of the asylum. Synn stays close by so that she might feel his comforting support, and she draws from this energy.
Just then, a young, caramel toned, beautiful girl wearing a pink wig walks up to Kittie with a big, bright, empty eyed smile. The girl gasps and gently strokes Kittie’s face. Kittie pulls back, and balls up her fists, but she is cut off by the sweet, innocent, child-like voice of the girl.
Girl: You are so pretty! Do you want to play with me? You can be whoever you want to.
Her smiles deepens as she lets out an eerie laugh. Her brown eyes sparkle under the lights, until one of the techs slowly escorts her away. Kittie looks back to Synn who nudges her to continue forward.
Synn: You don’t belong here, Kittie. Get over your fears, and confront him. It is the only way you can truly move past your guilt.
Kittie nods, and then she swallows the lump in her throat. She scans the room from side to side, looking for him, but it has been so long, she probably wouldn’t even recognize him. Just when she is about to lose all hope, the guard brings a man in his mid thirties over to them. He stands there silently as he towers over Kittie by about a foot. He bites his lip nervously as he bounces up and down with his knees. He sticks one finger in his mouth, and then points at Kittie with his other hand.
Man:Who’s that? She looks like the girl from the TV who goes apeshit on everybody. Heh heh heh…
Guard: Now, Caleb. This is Misses Katalya Staggs. She is here to see you, but you know you don’t say those words. Especially…?
Caleb: Esp… Especially in fronna the ladies, coz it’s bad manners. Always, always, always be respectful of the ladies coz sometimes they let you touch their… hands. Soft hands.
He looks over to Kittie, but he refuses to let her touch his hand. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The guard shows them over to a nearby table where they all sit, and Caleb is given a pack of graham crackers and peanut butter. He seems happy as he dunks the first piece into the cup, smiling a sort of innocent smile. Kittie taps her fingers against the table out of nervousness, and Caleb holds out the first dunked cracker to Kittie.
Caleb: You should ALWAYS let your guests eat first. It’s polite.
Kittie takes the cracker and inspects it closely before she nibbles a corner off. She nods her head as if she really enjoys it. He offers one to Synn who politely take it, but puts it nowhere near his mouth. After this, Caleb eats his own square, quietly staring at Kittie, and occasionally over to Synn.
Kittie: *Ahem* I, ummm. I came here… to see you, Caleb because…
Caleb leans against the table and his bright blue eyes light up with delight as he prepares to listen to Kittie. However, when she fails to say another word, he excitedly chimes in.
Caleb: Coz yer gonna take me to Blaze of Glory on Sunday the forty-eight? I love to read the papers for SCW, coz I really like it and stuff. You are from the SCW Climax Control show, right? You look like her n’ stuff…
He scoots his chair in closer, as the noise of the room is growing louder. He puts the last half of cracker into the peanut butter and happily hands it over to Kittie. Her eyes well up, but the rest of her face draws completely blank. She looks at him, and she wants to break down, but she can’t let herself. Caleb’s face melts into a pathetic looking frown with his mouth wide open.
Caleb: Aww, don’t cry. If we ask REAL nice, they will let us have another pack. But we gotta be reeeeal good! I know you have trouble to being good an’ listening and stuff. Can you tell me more about wrestling? I love the Kat’s Kradle, and sometimes they let me watch it happen the next day if it’s not Climax Control. One time, I bet Lenny and Jeffrey and Roger that you would win… and YA DID! I was real happy that day. Can you talk more coz I don’t wanna be rude but yer not talking so I am but tell me to stop if it’s too much. I’m just real happy to meet Kittie Staggs, wife of Jamie Staggs, SCW Bombshell Champion, record of five wins and one loss which is the best running in SCW today.
He takes a deep breath after his long winded speech. He stops when he notices the tear trickling down Kittie’s cheek. He leans over and wipes it away flashing a smile at her as he does so. He closes his lips tightly so that Kittie can speak, but the volume in the room is too high for her to even dare mumble something. Synn flags down the guard who comes over immediately.
Synn: I noticed there is a visiting center just across the hall. Could we go in there? The noise out here is…
Caleb shakes his head in an unmistakable “NO!” His lips tremble as he refuses to speak. The guard nods at Caleb’s expression.
Guard: Can’t do it. He is claustrophobic since the incident. He don’t even sleep in his own room.
Synn nods, understanding. Kittie leans forward and grabs onto Caleb’s hand, clutching it tightly. She holds back her tears, and she does exactly what she came here to do.
Kittie: Caleb, I am sorry I never got to visit you sooner. I know you don’t remember me, but I remember you. I remember everything that you did for me, and I want to thank you, and let you know that I love you. I truly, genuinely, deeply care for you. I miss you, and I’ve written a thousand partial letters to tell you that. You are the only blood family that I have left, and I can’t stand the idea of not getting to see you.
Caleb smiles and puts his face down against his arm. He puts his teeth other his arm as he looks up at his sister. He shakes his head negatively as he lifts back up again.
Caleb: No, I’m not a Staggs. My name is Caleb Nicholas McPherson and I live here with all my friends. Maybe you are thinking of Spike Staggs? Is he your family?
Kittie: Hardly…
Caleb: I think yer cool. And at Blaze of Glory, I’m gonna see the Kat’s Kradle on Raynin… and Brooklyn Carter… and ummm Misty. Then you can be happy again. Coz you will have yer belt. Can we play a game?
Kittie bites her bottom lip and then she watches as Caleb nods his head slowly in anticipation. She nods her head too, now smiling a little bit. He suddenly yanks his hand away from Kittie, and a different sort of look comes over his face. This time, it is an angry look. He stands up from the table and looks around the room. He rips his gown and a deranged look comes over his face.
Caleb: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DO! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT YOUR LITTLE BRATS GOTTA WATCH THIS! MAYBE YOU SHOULDA THOUGHTA THAT BEFORE YOU TRIED PUTTING ME AWAY!
Kittie goes into a state of shock and she quickly falls down to the floor, flat on her stomach. She covers her ears and closes her eyes tightly.
Kittie: He deserved it! He did. They were makin’ cotton candy. That’s what the sound was! It was! COTTON CANDY COTTON CANDY COTTON CANDY!!!
Caleb slams his fist against the table before his eyes land on Kittie. He looks shocked and immediately drops down to the floor, hovering over his little sister. He places his hands over her ears gently, leaving just a small enough space to whisper to her.
Caleb: … they’re just makin’ cotton candy, Kittie Kat. That’s all they’re doin’. Don’t cry, it’s just cotton candy, like at the circus. Just close your eyes and it will be done soon…
The guards come and snatch Caleb up from off of Kittie and they drag him down the hallway screaming. Kittie looks up and her eyes are completely smeared and red from crying. She reaches out after him as she chokes on her own tears, sputtering some incoherent request for him to come back. Synn lifts Kittie to her feet, and turns her toward the door as the guards escort them away down the hall, toward the guarded door. Kittie leans into Synn’s chest, crying as they exit through the doorway.
”Even if it hurt like hell, worse than any physical pain, I got to see him. It shook me up pretty bad, but I bounced right back. I think I can come back again soon, and let him get acquainted with me better. Just knowing that I did the right thing sickens me, but the part of me that is human is proud. I can go into this Four Corners Match feeling fresh, and rejuvenated. If there was a chance that these chicks could beat me, it’s gone now. I feel like I am Wonder Woman now, and I can take down anything that stands in my way…”
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”The following footage was captured by the security cameras outside of the Palms Casino and Resort in Las Vegas Nevada.”
Tuesday, February 21, 2012 6:43pm
Just about ten feet from the main entrance to the Palms, Sin City Wrestling’s current Bombshell Champion stands with the belt draped over her right shoulder. She is holding a microphone, talking lightly into it as people do their best to avoid contact with her. She curses under her breath as she stands there.
Kittie: I am here at the premiere resort and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, and I am trying to find out what the people think about the Four Corners match at Blaze of Glory. Sir, may I get a word with you?
She turns to a man who is walking by in a finely crafted suit, speaking on his cell phone. He shakes his head negatively as he walks by. Kittie grits her teeth and she reaches over to grab his cell phone from his hand. She drops it on the ground and begins stomping on it in a fury.
Man 1: Hey, what the hell?!?
Kittie: Sir, I am trying to gather data for Sin City Wrestling fans. In your opinion, who do you think is favored to win the Bombshell Championship Four Corners Match at Blaze of Glory!
Man 1: You just destroyed my business phone!
Kittie: Would you mind answering the question, sir? Who do you think…
Man 1: Bitch!
He storms off in a gruff. Kittie shrugs her shoulders with a sort of confused smile on her face. She looks ahead into what might be construed as a camera if there were actually a camera there. She chuckles a little into the microphone.
Kittie: He seemed a little grumpy. Maybe he needs to visit the spa at Palms Resort! Host of Blaze of Glory! Oh, this nice young lady looks like she might be able to provide us with some comments. Miss!
Kittie waves down a twenty something brunette dressed in an SCW brand shirt. She gasps and rushes over to Kittie. She giggles madly as she hugs onto Kittie.
Woman 1: OH MY GOD! I am SUCH a big fan of yours! Ugh, I’m just going on and on here…
She tugs at her shirt to show her pride in SCW and then rolls her eyes. Kittie smiles, still seeming a bit confused.
Kittie: Why, thanks you. I am out here trying to get fan predictions for the Four Corners Match at Blaze of Glory. Who do you think is going home as the Bombshell Champion?
Woman 1: Are you seriously going to ask me that? I think we all know who is going home with the belt… You are, Misty! Oh my god, such a big fan! NEW X-TREMES!!! Hey, can I get your autograph? My boyfriend would be totes jelly!
Kittie pats at her pockets frantically. Her face shows just a glimmer of the fire burning inside. She shrugs her shoulders, and raises the microphone, now clearly seen as a brush with black electrical tape around it.
Kittie: Oh, I’m so sorry. I don’t have a pen on me. But, that is probably a good thing, because if I did, I would stab it through your FUCKING FACE! I’m not Misty, you dumbass broad! I’m Kittie! Now get the hell out of my sight!
The woman looks a bit shocked and she scoffs at Kittie before doing a hair flip, going in the opposite direction.
Woman 1: Rude much? No wonder my boyfriend always asks me to dress as Kittie when we roleplay in the bedroom. You were much cooler when you had the black hair and kids…
Kittie opens her mouth to scream, but somehow, it just seems useless at this point. She looks back into the camera, confused. She growls and giggles at the same time.
**7:13pm
Kittie waves down another young man, dressed in business attire, but he is sporting a fauxhawk. He is the kind of guy that is such a douche that he is extremely attractive for some unknown reason. He walks over to Kittie, and looks her up and down with a smile and a slight chuckle. The Drew side of her wants to come out, but she keeps him in check.
Kittie: Sir, I am trying to find out opinions from the fans, regarding Blaze of Glory’s Four Corners match. Which Bombshell do you think will walk home with the prize? You better not say Misty, or I swear…
Man 2: Which are you?
His thick Brooklyn accent pops out at her, and the douche level goes up another notch, but so does the level of attractiveness. Kittie bites her lip, and then it sinks in what he asked her.
Kittie: I am Kittie, you jerkoff!
Man 2: Then I would say Kittie. She’s the best… Boxer…?
Kittie: WRESTLER!
Man 2: … wrestler there is. She’s, uh, pretty hot too. I always had a thing for dead lookin’ goth chicks. I been a baaaad boy, and baby needs pankins.
Before Kittie can say anything, he reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a keycard and he hands it to her with a click of his jaw. He winks at her and then he walks off toward the doors. Kittie looks at the card, and throws it at the door while muttering curses under her breath. She stops, puts her hand against her simultaneously heaving bosom, and clears her head. She sees a group of drunken party girls stumbling up, and they see the makeshift microphone. They let out a “WOOOOOO!” and then come up to Kittie. One of them Kittie chooses not to recognize as she turns away.
Woman 2: Oh my god, girls. Do you know who this is? I didn’t recognize her with a championship belt, cha!
Kittie clinches her jaw, but she struggles to force her mouth open to conduct the interview anyway. Through clinched teeth, she begins speaking in a low and angry tone.
Kittie Hello, ladies. I am here to ask the fans… who do you think will win the Bombshell Championship at…
Woman 2: Well, I would NOT have said, like… you. But you proved us wrong by winning that thing in the first place. I obviously can’t say that bitchmuffin, Misty, coz, she’s just like… so gross! Raynin’s got my girl Darknyss, but Brooklyn’s got style. I’m gonna go with Raynin, like TOTALLLLLLY!
The girls laugh as the blonde one puts an L to her forehead and sticks her tongue out. They walk off laughing at Kittie, which causes her to make a mad dash after them.
As the video ends, the crowd begins clapping wildly inside of the conference room. The Blaze of Glory banner hangs up over the stage, and the screen goes to the right goes black. As it does, the lights brighten up over the stage as a man in his mid thirties comes running from behind the screen, carrying a microphone. The cheering in this hall nearly doubles as he stands center stage, in front of a table with two chairs. He waits for the cheering to die down a bit, which takes several minutes, before he raises the microphone to his mouth with a booming voice.
Host: Gooooood evening ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we have a star studded panel of Sin City Wrestling’s brightest, craziest, most extreeeeeeeme! After bailing this one out of jail, she had no choice but to agree to be here and answer YOUR questions! Please welcome to the stage, Kittie!
“Lollirot” by Jack off Jill hits the PA and the stage lights flash around wildly. A rather jovial Kittie comes prancing out onto the stage, bopping around to the catchy girly punk song. The audience doesn’t react well, allowing several boos to echo throughout the hall. This causes Kittie’s expression to sour, and she begins shouting at the fans that stand in front of her. They throw wadded up papers at her. She catches one and nails a young man in the face with it. He stands up and begins shouting at her, but the music fades. Kittie’s shrieking can be heard echoing throughout the booing. Finally, the man sits down, and Kittie walks back over to the host. She has a scowl on her face, but she still turns to him, ready for his words to kick things off.
Host: Thank you all for the, uh… warm welcome for your Bombshell Champion. And thank you for being here with us, Kittie.
Kittie: I am contractually obligated to be here.
Host: Thank you for being so gracious. Now, folks, we saw Kittie asking the questions last night, but tonight, you get to ask her the questions! Let’s remember to be respectful of our guest, and serious questions only… Let’s take a seat, shall we?
Kittie sits down opposite of the host, looking in his direction, but her angry eyes cannot part from the crowd that gave her such a bitter reception. She hisses at them before the host speaks once more.
Host: Let the questions begin! Bring down our first fan, Ned Richardson from St. Paul, Minnesota! Welcome
A young man, wearing glasses, and a New X-Treme’s T-Shirt walks up to the microphone, adjusting it to his mouth. He nods his head as he waits for the crowd to quiet down a little more.
Ned: I watch every Climax Control on the website, and even gather a group of friends over for the Supercards, except this one! But, I was disappointed to see you cheat your own partner out of a pinfall. As the champion, you should lead by example.
Kittie Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Sin City Wrestling was the new name of Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood where we interject bigoted stereotypes and good wholesome “Christian Values”. Really, I’m not sure if the people of Minnesota have crawled out of their igloos and realized it isn’t the 1960’s anymore, but we are in the business of ass kicking. Brooklyn was not going to win it for us, she was about to make a rookie mistake, and LOSE it for us. She had to be stopped, so I went in and I showed her how it is done. She looked so impressive standing next to me, but in this Four Corner’s match, she is going to look like a “High Flyin” High Flyer girl with daddy issues. Just the fact that you think she almost won us the match makes me laugh. She was so blitzed out of her mind like the rest of you heathens, that you all might have thought she had it won, but the real competitors in the ring all knew what was going to happen, and the others wished it would have so that they might look HALF as impressive as the woman who carried another woman to victory. And how exactly did she repay me? She disrespected me by getting in MY FACE! So I had to beat the crap out of her!
Kittie pounds her fists against the table in front of her. Ned nods his head and sits down politely. The next guy proudly displays a mullet and a Wyatt Peterson T-Shirt and jeans. He steps up to the microphone and lets out a “YEEEEHAWWW!” of his own. The fans cheer even louder, causing Kittie to tilt her head back and laugh. The man doesn’t wait a second longer as the crowd pops.
”My name is Billy, and…”
Kittie Of course it is… Is your middle name Bob, and you hail from a camper in the backwoods of Cousinfuck, Arkansas?
Billy: Shoot, no. My name is Billy Gallagher. Kansas born and raised, ma’am. My question for ya is you’re a bitch.
Kittie folds her hands in front of herself as she contemplates exactly where to go from here. Once she thinks she has it, she has to rewind as she laughs.
Kittie First off, congratulations, you possess intelligence of a second grader, and I am being liberal. Don’t burn me at the stake, Billy Bob. Second, that wasn’t even a question. Third, you make Wyatt Peterson look bad, and he is stuck teaming with a strung out underwear model who doesn’t know the first thing about entertainment. Forth, do you have an actual question here?
Billy: Yes ma’am. How do you feel about yer opponents callin’ ya all kindsa stuff that basically says you’re a bitch?
Kittie claps her hands wildly, getting an excited look on her face. She looks around at the audience who she is laughing along with.
Kittie I am proud of you. Maybe I underestimated you. You have the intelligence of a third grader, but unfortunately you don’t qualify for your idol’s television show. These people aren’t laughing with you, they are laughing at you. Now, to answer your question, I am a bitch. Since day one, I’ve made no bones about it. Not only am I a bitch, I am THE bitch in SCW. I have a championship belt to prove it. These women can say all they want about me, but it doesn’t change the fact that I have what they want. I am the Sin of Envy, but right now, I am the center of their envy. This match is just another pathetic attempt to show that I have talent, and I make the talentless look better because mine rubs off on them. So, let the hens peck, to put it in terms you can understand because it mentions farm animals… Next please?
Kittie waves the man off, and a woman runs up to the microphone. She jumps around excitedly, wearing a Kittie T-Shirt, and a championship belt hanging from baby sling. She seems flabbergasted as the fans boo her, and Kittie.
”YOU GUYS NEED TO RESPECT THE CHAMP, OKAY?!? Oh my… I… I didn’t think they would call me up. My name is Sandy McKenna, and I am from Henderson, Nevada too! We went to school together, and once I found your brush in the girls locker room, but I was too nervous to give it back. I still have it though.”
Kittie glares at the girl, studying her as closely as possible. She watches as the girl pulls the brush from out of her back pocket. Kittie’s eyes widen and she is, for once, at a loss for words.
Sandy: I love you… My question is this… Would you mind if I kept the hair from this brush? It is my most prized possession… Also, would you mind breaking down your views of your opponents and what they’ve said, because I really, really want to know, just like the rest of us, right??
Kittie Yeah, you can keep the hair. It would be kind of weird if you wanted to keep the whole brush though. That would be just a little bit crazy, Sandy. And no, I don’t mind saying my piece on all of these other broads.
Sandy weeps, and mouths the words “Thank you” over and over before she slides the 13 year old hair into her pocket, and tosses the brush onto the stage. She wipes the tears from her eyes and sits down in front of the microphone, watching Kittie intensely, hanging on every word.
Kittie First off, let’s talk just a little bit about Misty… Buddy, old pal. What haven’t I said about this one already when I beat her the first one thousand times? Selfish bitch, check. Backstabber, check. Bad mother, check. Amy Lee wannabe? No, I didn’t say that one yet. Heh, that’s actually pretty good. I have sat back and listened to her run her mouth on Twitter, and in her promo about how I am a bad mother, I have no family, I am psychotic, she is going to take my child away from me… Blah blah blah. She is just jealous because I have TWO things she doesn’t. The Bombshell Championship, and the name Staggs. She can run her mouth about how losing to me ten times was a fluke. She can say that she is the true champion while staring at her Defunct championship belt. She can do all of that, because I just don’t care anymore. She can even hide behind the New X-Treme’s… She can’t ride Spike’s coattails too any longer, before you start to look like a washed up has been like him. It’s old news now. SHE’S old news now. SCW, new challenge PLEASE!
Sandy nods her head and shrieks out “I LOVE YOU KITTIE!” while the fans boo. Kittie unfolds her hands. She leans forward in her seat, looking the entire crowd over. She narrows her eyes, criticizing each and every one of them as she scans them.
Kittie Brooklyn Carter… She is not a has been, but she is a “not even close, honey”. I could comment on the open drug usage, but Misty has already beat that like a dead horse, kind of like she is doing with her own career. Brooklyn and I have “beef” because she dared to challenge me. She is like Billy Bob back there, someone who needs to get smacked up and put in their place. Only she isn’t a wannabe Dixie flag flying hypocritical bigot. She just isn’t where she needs to be yet, and she thinks she is. It’s cute, like a little baby chaweenie pup. I mean, cute in the way where when she begins yapping, I want to punt her across the room. Even though I don’t think she deserved this shot yet, I look forward to facing her for the simple fact that she is a new challenge. Kittie Vs. Misty is old, and Kittie Vs. Raynin was played out in one match. Kittie Vs. Brooklyn is fresh. The thought of it doesn’t put me to sleep. I makes me laugh, but it doesn’t put me to sleep.
Sandy cheers her on, while sitting with her legs crossed on the floor. She pulls out the hair from her pocket and sniffs it, causing the fans surrounding to sort of crawl. Kittie doesn’t think anything of it, and she looks back to the host for a moment as he directs her to Sandy with his eyes. She just shrugs and returns her gaze to the audience.
Kittie Raynin… Raynin, Raynin, Raynin. I appreciate that she openly admit that I am better than her. I really do. But she think that I am still so hung up on Misty that I will allow her to so easily come in and take my child right from under my nose. She must honestly think that I forgot that she stabbed me in the back not so long ago. What does she think I’m STUPID?! Like I would forget that her, like Misty, turned her back on me because I am the champion. Do I have to draw her a picture? We bonded deeply when I buried her in the Graveyard Match on the second Climax Control. I know she felt it, too. I KNOW YOU DID RAYNIN! I even remember how she was so jealous because Misty was already my friend, so badly that she tried to pretend we weren’t even friends so that Misty wouldn’t be jealous! I noticed that she did that. I tried to bond better with her, but I respected her life of secrecy. That is why when she turned on me, it hurt so bad. And one match wasn’t enough to show her how badly she hurt me! While the thought of us fighting again is boring, she has to know, and I plan to show each and every one of these women that they wronged me. And at Blaze of Glory, I will walk out as the champion! I promise that! I WILL LEAVE WITH MY BABY! WHERE’S MY BABY!!!
Kittie picks up her championship belt and throws it over her shoulder. She gets up from her seat as the next fan approaches. She runs off screaming, leaving the fans, and the host, a bit confused. The fan leans forward into the microphone.
”I… I’m Ronald Jeffries from Sarasota, and I thought that she thought the belt was the baby. I’m lost now…”
Host: I think we all are, Ronald… And the spot was to be open another twenty minutes, so our next person isn’t here yet. How about we watch the promotional video for Sin City Wrestling’s Blaze of Glory a few more times? Hey!
He shrugs his shoulders as the lights dim down, and the video package begins airing and the scene fades… TO BLACK!