Dear Finesse LeVon,
First and foremost, allow me to introduce myself as your partner, Kittie Staggs, better known as simply Kittie. I like to watch the sunrise, my favorite color is clear, and I am a Leo. I try to be a nice person, but sometimes I’m just not. I like to think I am an optimist, but I kind of doubt it. I’m a walking mind fuck, a raving lunatic, a former Bombshell Champion (the best one in my opinion, as I actually successfully defended it), and I want nothing more than to choke Misty until her eyes rolls into the back of her head, and her pasty ass skin turns purple. Her and I don’t get along, which you should know if you bothered to scout out anything about the Bombshell division in this company. You or any of your hoodrat, pot-smoking lackies, at least. One last tid-bit about myself, I am the wife of Jamie Staggs, and the one who had a bit of a bitch fight with on Twitter.
With that said, I am relishing in the idea of finally being able to get my hands on Misty in a legal fashion so that they don’t try to put me back in jail, or in an asylum. I don’t like those places, they are like prison with macaroni art… So, I want to knock that selfish bitch around a bit so that she realizes that she isn’t as precious as she thinks she is with her Self-God complex and all. I want what she has, and what should be mine in the Bombshell Championship. At the same time, I want the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, even if it means teaming with you. I think it would be best if we came to an understanding about this little “arrangement” we have going on.
Let me break it down for you here in a rap so that maybe you can understand it, and I can do it without ripping off Ludacris.
I’m not just any bitch,
I’m the Queen Bitch,
You lucked out when you was teamed with me,
I’m one bad chick that fights like three,
If you do right and learn your place,
Then l I know two bitches on their way to first place,
If you look around at all these dumb hoes,
You see we will do alright if you look out for my toes,
You do you thing, and I’ll do mine,
If it goes that way, then we’ll be just fine,
I know a hood rat likes to get frisky,
Just be careful coz with me that’s risky,
See this dumb bitch Misty has got to pay,
Make sure to stay the FUCK outta my way
-Word to your mother and all that crap…
I know that wasn’t the best, but it’s better than plagerism… So, you see my opinion on the matter. While I’m not fond of you, my envious ways drive me to accept the fact that I have to team with you in order to get a shot at the tag gold. If you stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours, we will get along just dandy.
So I am calling a truce from all the B.S. Twitter stuff, as long as I get to beat the hell out of Misty and punish her for what she’s done. Can I? Can I please??? Thank you.
Sincerely,
-Kittie
<3~<>~<3~<>~<3~<>~<3~Return to Madness (Pt 1)~<3~<>~<3~<>~<3~<>~<3
”It’s been eight day-eight days now-ow-ow…”
Kittie’s pupils dilate in the mirror as she looks into it intensely. She watches as the reflection looks away with a smile on her face. She gasps, but a tiny hint of a smirk crosses her lips and a sparkle hits her eye. As quickly as the expression flashes upon her face, it also fades. She looks down at the prescription bottle in her hand. Much to her surprise, the bottle is nearly full. She gives it a quick shake, and then she looks back up into the mirror. The reflection beckons her forward with a slow, drawing fingers waving her in this direction. She shakes her head in protest, but the wicked smile of her reflection is almost magnetizing as it draws her a step closer. The reflection winks and then turns around quickly. In the process, all of her straight blonde hair fans out and trails behind her like a vail. Kittie blinks in confusion as she stares right into the mirror.
She watches as the reflection of her self fades away into the images that have been haunting her the last eight days. She watches on as she screams like a banshee at Jamie who sits on the bed looking like a scolded dog, begging for his “masters” affection. She pokes and prods him with her finger as she paces back and forth, and soon the dumb one doesn’t seem so dumb as he stands up. He shouts in her face, and she shoves him. In return, he clinches his jaw, and balls up his fists. He tucks them behind his back, the nails of one fist into the other. He bites onto his lip and turns away from her. She hears her own words ringing through her ears.
Kittie: YOU LITTLE PANSY! Don’t you walk away from me, coward! I’m not done with you.
Jamie: I’m not done with you neither, and I wanna keep it that way by getting the hell away from you right now.
Kittie: You want to walk out of that door like everybody else in my life has? Do you want to just give up on me? I thought you were a MAN!
Jamie: I’m plenty man, Kittie. You can run around and do whatever the hell you want to do, but the second I don’t feel like fighting with you no more, you go and pull this shit… Call me whatever, I don’t care. I’m out of here and I don’t know when I will be back.
Her own screeching causes her to cup her hands over her ears but her eyes widen as she watches the door close in slow motion. She watches herself kick a hole into the door and she has to look away. After a moment, she finally looks back up to watch her reflection back to greet her with a smile. Next to her reflection is another “reflection” from the past several days. She watches as she places a single pill on her tongue, and holds it there in thought, before spitting it down the drain. The process is like a loop that repeats itself six times before fading away. The main reflection sticks out her tongue and lets a single pill drop down into the drain. This causes Kittie to look down to see the single pill sitting there. When she looks back up, her reflection is spewing out pills, and thousands of them. She gasps and then turns away from the mirror. As she walks away, she hears something.
”Kittie… Kiiiitttttiiiieeeee… Don’t leave me alone, Kittie…”
She stops dead in her tracks and clinches her fists. She still inches her way toward the threshold of the door, but something stops her from just leaving. She shakes her head in dismay and continues on her way, but as soon as she touches the door handle, she hears that same whisper again.
”Kittie, come home. Please, we miss you here. We know how to defeat Misty…”
Kittie: LIARS!
She turns around and tosses the nearest blunt object at the mirror. As soon as she does, the mirror shatters, but the pieces seem to go inward like a vacuum. She feels the pull, but she tries to resist it. Just like the last time, the vortex of blue and black smoke seems to pull her back more. She looks at it, but tries to resist until several black talons reach out and grab her. She lets out a scream as they pull her into the mirror.
Once she is inside, her screams become echoes as she finds herself falling down a never ending rocky tunnel. There are clocks with wings, flying around and laughing in her panic-stricken face. She continues falling down, further and further into the abyss of her own mind. As she does, she finds herself dressed in a big, gaudy black dress with white ruffles, and a matching white apron. The dress stifles her fall as she slowly floats down. This time, she knows better as she turns downward, spiraling like a torpedo through the cavernous tunnel.
Just below, she sees the opening to the tunnel, and she cannonballs her way down. She collides with the black and white checkered floor and bounces into a skid. She looks around as she gets up, holding onto her back and bottom.
Kittie: Ow…
She looks around to see things exactly as she had left them. The small door is still opened with all seven of the colored rosebud keys stuck to the door. She does, however notice that there is a newfound rat problem around here as several of them gather around her, squeaking at her. She tilts her head back into a bit of laughter.
Kittie: How unexpected… A bunch of “hood” rats running around. I wonder what the hell kind of symbolism THAT could be. Is that really why you pulled me down here? Irony?
She shakes her head in a sort of unpleasantness. She looks around the room, as if waiting for the infamous “Jamie Kat” to appear with his cheesy grin. She is sort of disappointed to see that he is nowhere to be found, but she knows that he waits until he is not expected. She paces back and forth, careful not to step onto the rats surrounding her. After a moment of this, she grows tired of waiting.
Kittie: Oh, Jamie Kat... I don’t have all day here. I would like to return to sanity at some point before my match at Climax Control.
She taps her foot impatiently until she notices the rats are starting to move in the direction of the door. She curiously follows them. As they start walking up the walls, Kittie looks up to see a small hole in the wall she hadn’t noticed before. The sky blue walls seem to move like real clouds, and the hole is almost perplexing to her. She watches on until the horde of rats begins to carry her up to the hole. She tries to protest, but there is no use. As soon as they reach the hole, she sees the biggest rat she has ever seen in her life, sitting in a chair with an obnoxiously long pipe hanging from her mouth. Kittie sniffs the air, and her nose crinkles as she begins to frown.
Rat Queen: Aww hell no. I know you ain’t coming up in here disrespecting me. Watch yourself, bitch.
Kittie: Excuse me? This is my world, where I am Queen. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a little hoodrat like you tell me what to do.
The rat being leans forward, letting out a puff of smoke that seems to cloud Kittie’s mind. She looks around, confused as the rat gets directly into Kittie’s face.
Rat Queen: This ain’t your world no more see. You been gone way too long and these new chicks thinking they can overthrow you. The funny part is that you is letting them get away with it. It’s been a few months now and you ain’t done shit for real.
Kittie: What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’ve gone soft?
Rat Queen: Nah I know you gone soft. All around you, the world has been growing and you just stay the same. You got no momentum, and you getting lost in the shuffle. You watch it happen and you don’t do a damn thing. Now you gotta start from the ground up with the rest of the “rats”…
Kittie: Symbolism is a such bitch…
Rat Queen: You kidding me? I’m a big damn rat!
Kittie shakes her head in disappointment as things begin to settle in. She looks around as a door starts to open. The Rat Queen stands up and leads Kittie over to the blinding light which henceforth has begun to trickle from out of it. As Kittie gets closer, she begins to sweat. The white light seems to switch drastically to a hellish, blazing fire. Kittie watches as the Rat Queen slowly walks through, not a sound escaping her lips. Kittie tugs at her collar and waves at her face before slowly stepping forward. A few hairs hit the wall first and instantly singe off. Kittie jumps back and watches as her shoes sizzle and burn. The Rat Queen’s claws reach out and tug her through as she screams in horror.
On the other side, she sees the familiar Garden of Roses, boasting patches of red, deep red, black, blue, purple, pink, and silver roses all circling the large fountain. Her expression saddens, though, as she watches flames destroying the one place of serenity in this world. She looks down to see her dress has changed to that of the Blue Rose, pedals of fabric that cascade down from her waist into that of a bell shape around the straps of her shoes. She looks around to see the lovely red rose tossing buckets of water onto the never ending fire. Kittie looks around to see the two vain pink roses waving at their faces, scoffing at the flames. A lonely yellow rose buzzes around, doing what she can to aid the Fantastic One’s efforts. A crimson rose carries water in the front pedal of her dress, while shouting. The Rat Queen simply shakes her head as she looks down at the mess.
Rat Queen: You see this shit, girl? When you stopped caring, the Black Rose and her fiery friend ran rampant through here. The roses counted on you to stop that from happening. Now we gotta help the Foxy Crimson Rose take out the ruthless black rose of the mist.
Kittie: Now this is some symbolism I like. Anything that lets me kick the Mystic One’s ass has already got me on board…
Kittie immediately moves forward down the white marble steps toward the garden. She doesn’t stop to smell the fragrant roses along the way, as her eyes are fixated upon the Black Rose and her friend, dressed almost exactly the same, except her black pedals are tipped with red, orange, and yellow coloring. She holds what appears to be a water hose, however, flames come gushing out. Kittie’s eyes widen and she shakes her head from side to side as she stomps over the bridge and right over to the Mystic One. She lays a hard slap across her face that echoes throughout the entire garden.
Kittie: Hey bitch, do you remember me?
Instead of the angry expression that the fiery friend gives Kittie, the Black Rose smiles, her gray eyes twinkling in a strange sort of delight. The fiery friend threatens to turn the rose onto Kittie, but the Black Rose smacks her hand away at the last second. Her eyes never leave Kittie the whole time.
Black Rose: The “Unattainable” One, it’s been ages and this is how you greet your old… friend?
She offers a chuckle before waving the fiery one away. Obediently, she begins prancing around the garden, setting fire to the beauty surrounding them. Kittie glares at the Black Rose, who is watching on in pure wonderment at the destruction, her own black lips parted into the slightest of grins.
Kittie: Yeah, the last time I saw you, you were laying on this bridge dead, defeated. Two friends having done battle, I rose above you victorious.
Black Rose: Me? Defeated? Why, that’s preposterous! Simply laughable. Oh… I was quiet the thespian that day, I must say. But then again, so were you old “friend”. I must say, watching you stab a friend in the back was simply class.
Kittie: No, you… SHE stabbed me in the back first. She is the evil one here, just as you are. She was a lying, cheating, stealing, low-life, and she’s got some sins to atone for.
The Black Rose leans down and scoops up a small handful of the water flowing next to the bridge. She brings it to her mouth and takes a sip, letting out a sigh of delight immediately following. She then gently flicks her feet around in the water.
Black Rose: Oh, Blue… You always left me wondering how you can walk around playing the victim role all of the time. A blind man could see that you turned your back on her. As a matter of fact, you could very well be blamed for causing her to leave Spike, which is the biggest sin you want her held accountable for, am I right?
Kittie: You’re damn right I do! How do you figure it is my fault, even if what you are saying were somehow true? I never forced her to boot his knickers and embarrass him in front of the world.
Black Rose: But you DID abandon a friend, leaving her injured, and alone. You reminded her of an old friend, and the ghost of that friend did cause this. Not to mention, you practically did the same thing to Spike. ‘tis why he is not here, nor is Jamie Kat. You are stuck here all alone in this fight, because you make a habit of hurting others before they can hurt you. You have no trust in anyone, luv. It is your demise.
Kittie looks to argue the Black Rose, but she can’t think of a plausible argument to combat those claims. Instead, she dropkicks her in the small of the back, sending her into the babbling brook. She smiles as the Black Rose flails in the river. She leans down at the bobbing rose and mutters under her breath.
Kittie: Now who’s the victim, girlie? I don’t atone for sins, I relish in them. I have allowed them to take me over, while you and Misty are both just scared little girls hiding behind a nutjob. Me? I AM the nutjob…
Kittie dusts her hands off before the other roses begin sounding off an alarm, which to Kittie sounds like a bunch of hens clucking. Kittie looks around for the Rat Queen, but she is nowhere to be found. She sees all of the roses coming in with the Foxy Crimson Rose leading the charge. Kittie looks from side to side before running through the garden itself. She is flanked and grabbed up by the roses as they all shout at her. She tries to wiggle free, but they carry her over toward the bridge.
Kittie: No! No, let me go damn it! Let me go!
Kittie doesn’t notice the mysterious purple rose until she is hugging onto her as they drop into the stream. She looks up, and for the faintest of moments, she recognizes the face, but it fades down as she sinks further and further. The current turns her over as she sinks into the seemingly bottomless body of water. She looks around in confusion as she reaches what appears to be a glass bottom. She goes to touch it, and it goes right through.
Her upper body comes out of the water as she pants heavily. The water blinds her as she looks around, almost stunned. As she does, she sees a purple sort of blur walk out of her bathroom. She wipes at her eyes as she catches her breath. She gets up, looking down to see herself in a blue gown that is almost reminiscent of the one from her hallucination. She hears her front door slam and she struggles against the weight of the water in her bath tub. She looks down to see the purple rose sitting at the edge of her bath tub and she grabs it up as she runs toward the living room window of her apartment. She slips and slides before colliding with the white couch. She looks out of the window to see the door to a black Lexus slam shut. The driver immediately speeds off, leaving Kittie with a sort of confused look on her face. The scene fades out…
<3~<>~<3~<>~<3~<>~<3~Back to Reality~<3~<>~<3~<>~<3~<>~<3
The scene fades into the apartment just a few days later. Kittie is sitting deep in thought at this point of the evening. Since Kittie is far too embarrassed of her own apartment to ever invite an interviewer over, she almost thinks of asking SCW to send them over to Synn’s home, but the tidy shape that the apartment is in convinces her otherwise. She starts to wonder how the home could have cleaned itself, but then she realizes she got married without being aware of it, so it doesn’t seem any more inexplicable.
She is startled from her deep thought by the knocking on the door. She slowly gets up and answers the door in her usual cheery tone. Standing at the door is “Stoner” Scott Oliver.
Kittie: It’s about damn time you got here, man. I was beginning to think you forgot or something, what with Odette…
Scott is surprised by the sudden chipper attitude as she invites him inside. She walks over to the couch as the camera crew follows Scott inside. She sits down and picks up the blue teddy bear, better known as Snowflake, sitting on the couch next to her. She begins rocking it gently in her arms, humming a lullaby to it.
Scott: So, Kittie. You got a big match coming up and stuff. Like, you get a chance to fight Misty again. Everyone’s been wondering when you guys would get your chance to face off a…
Kittie looks up at him and politely shushes him. She motions down to the bear with her eyes and then she continues rocking it. Stoner nods his head and then he begins to whisper into his microphone.
Scott: … again. But how do you feel about Vixen and Finesse LeVon being tossed into the mix?
Kittie looks up, bopping the bear up and down in her arms. She lowers her voice drastically where, until the microphone comes down to her level, it is inaudible.
Kittie: … even care if I’m honest. Vixen is a hot talent who surely wants to win, but she’s got her sights set on what Misty already has. She won’t be focused on me and Finesse. As far as Finesse, as long as she stays out of my way, we will be just fine.
Scott: So, you think you two will be able to work together to win this tag tournament with Finesse?
Kittie adjusts the bear in her arms as she turns it over to burp it. She eyeballs Stoner, who waves his hand apologetically. He looks back to the camera and shrugs his shoulders while whirling his finger around the side of his head.
Kittie: HEY! I am NOT cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs! I’m more of a Lucky Charms kind of girl honestly. I eat them to be strong as part of a balanced breakfast. Wait, what? Why the hell did you ask me about cereal? Dumbass…
She shakes her head in confusion as Scott stares at her sort of dumbfounded. He lets out a low “uhhhh” as he slowly raises the microphone to his mouth.
Scott: Uhhh… I didn’t? I don’t think so anyway. I just tried this new stuff I snuck back from Amsterdam, and…
Kittie: The butter is in the washer if you want to make some jelly toast. The snausages are right next to… Finesse had better not get in my way, because I don’t play well with others, and I won’t hesitate to treat her like an opponent… Ohhhh no no no. I can’t lose to the Black Rose again… Nuhhhh no way… Oh some bitches are going to pay if we don’t win on Sunday. Could you pass me the Scooby Snacks please?
Scott: Um, I left it in the car, let me go get it…
He waves the camera along with him, a serious look on his face as they move along. He slides his thumb across his throat, motioning for him to cut as they open the door. Kittie uses the bear’s little blue paw to wave in their direction. She smiles as she looks down.
Kittie: Awww CUTE! She likes you guys, that’s so sweet. Bye!
Kittie continues to lift the bear high above her head in an “airplane” sort of fashion. The door slams behind Scott as Kittie begins talking gibberish to the bear as she brings it down quickly, just inches from her face. She shakes her head playfully as the scene fades out… TO BLACK!
