Sin: An immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law.
Synonyms: trespass - guilt - offense - transgression - offence - transgress - err - trespass – offend
That is the definition of sin as per Merriam-Webster Dictionary , but that isn’t what it truly means to be a sin, to truly embody and live your life without shame or guilt. We all slip up by thinking about or acting on sexual desires… We all think about or act upon the primal rage that we are born with thanks to Original Sin. We all want to feel proud of ourselves, and hear a never ending stream of praise. We all would sit around and rot if we didn’t have to work, and when we are off, what do we do many times when there are other things that could be done? We all wish we could sit back and consume obscene amounts of lavish junk, and to overindulge in our favorite foods and activities. We all want the world in the palm of our hand, and everything that it possesses. And sometimes, we only want it because we don’t have it and someone else does.
Lust – Wrath – Pride – Sloth – Gluttony – Greed – Envy…
These are the Seven Deadly Sins, as professed by the Roman Catholic Church. Purgatory awaits anyone who commits any combination of these sins, if they are not confessed and absolved by a priest of the church. Sin is not only looked down upon by the Catholic, or any other Christian church, but all around the world, in every single culture, in every single community. People are persecuted for these sins, but that doesn’t stop them from spreading, and taking over.
There are two cities known the world over for thriving on sin, and I have been in both over the last month and a half. I have watched the people walk around the streets of Las Vegas with the prostitutes, the ramblers, the gamblers, and the drunken idiots fighting. From my hometown where I was literally born into sin, we travelled to Amsterdam where sex, drugs, and the violence of rock n’ roll are sold on every street corner, in every café full of “other” brownies, where the baristas serve you your vice on a plate, whether it be uppers, downers, or both. Unless your vice is not sloth or gluttony, then they have many prostitutes in the windows for you to pick.
What do we think of when we think of Las Vegas and Amsterdam? Do we think about sin, or do we think about fun? Do we see the dark cloud of impending judgment hanging over our heads, or do we see a damn good time?
Envy: A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.
While we all possess a certain tendency to all of the Seven Deadly Sins, we all lean toward one or the other mostly. For me, I embody the Sin of Envy perfectly. I can’t help but want what other people have. It started off in GXW when I wanted to be noticed as a serious wrestler. I wanted the spotlight, and I never got it because of the blonde bombshell, Michelle Andretti, or the pyromaniac, Electra Blaze, or the gothic beauty, Misty… I hated them all for it, but I tried to overcome the envy of Misty.
Years went on, and Misty and I were out of wrestling for a while, and it became easier and easier to forget, but as soon as we inked our contracts with SCW, the feelings came rushing back, festering inside of me. We got along, teamed a time or two, and then the Bombshell Championship came along. I wanted it so bad. I deserved to be the first! I worked harder than anyone and… Okay, I have already given this speech a million times. Allow me to move on.
She went on and won a male championship, and I swear at that moment I wanted a male championship for the first time in my career. It was then and there that I saw the opportunity dangling right in front of me… The HarKore Warriors issuing an open challenge. I knew Gabriel and Despayre were going to answer the call, since we have no intergender tag teams in SCW. I figured if a Sin were to do it, they would. It was as if Synn had read my mind and asked me to see him alone. He pulled me aside and spoke to me about teaming with a Sin to shut the NWA World Tag Team Champions up. Immediately I said Despayre. We went on to put ourselves in the running for the NWA Tag Team Championships by defeating the top dogs.
I want those belts, and I will do whatever I can to get them. Even if it means going out there and proving to the world that it is no fluke that I defeated Viper…
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”Hello?”
”I thought you never wanted to speak to us again…”
”GIRL! It’s been forever since we sat down for a chat. Come give ya girl a hug!
”I would! But you are in my head, little boy. I missed you so much, Drew, you really showed me how to…”
”No need to go on there, Kittie… We all know what he taught you to do, and I don’t even want to think about it.”
”Bitch JEALOUS!”
”Uh, no, I just think there are more useful ways to spend our time rather than talking about the things a gay guy can teach a girl. How about her match against Viper? NWA has it’s eyes on you now, Kittie. It is time to step it up…”
”Uhhh and shut a bitch up! That girl needs some serious styling tips, like yesterday, and the way she runs her mouth… Gawd!”
”Yeah, that kind of pissed me off too. Her off base comments and her asinine theories that Despayre needs to be saved from us. If anything, we need to be saved from him. None of us are safe from his and Angel’s pranks anymore! Rage got hotsauced, and who knows what I’m in for next…” *chuckle*
”Here’s an idea to try out. How about thinking about your fucking match! Hm? How about focusing on showing that bitch just who you are? How about trying to make something of yourself? Try proving that you weren’t just a flash in the pan who lost her only singles title ever, in two months. Go out there and defeat a world class athlete. Stop being consumed by your envy, and use it to further your career. Harness it.”
Somebody needs to get LAID!
”Yeah, we all do…”
”Why the hell do I even bother…?”
Ashburn Hotel, London, England
April 25th, 2012 7:42pm
Inside of the rather posh room, clothes are strewn about in a mess that just seems to clash with the class of the décor. As we follow the trail of clothes, we find ourselves facing the bathroom door as it is wide open. Inside, Kittie stands in her undergarments as Fantasia holds up another outfit for Kittie. Like an oversized child, Kittie shakes her head from side to side and offers a “nuh uh” as she folds her arms across her chest. Fantasia shrugs her shoulders and tosses the outfit into the pile. She sighs and then looks Kittie up and down with a smirk spreading across her face.
Fantasia: You could just go like that, then. The colors bring out the green in your eyes, amidst the plethora of pale skin.
Kittie sticks her tongue out and turns around. Her almost angry eyes soften up a bit as she poses in front of the mirror, flipping her hair around like a pop punk princess starring in an underwear commercial. She shares a laugh with Fantasia.
Kittie: I think I pull it off quite nicely. Strap on some boots and we are good to go. Hell, it beats any of this other crap you talked me into buying…
Fantasia offers up another option as she pulls a hanger from behind the door. Kittie inspects it, and looks up to Fantasia’s hopeful smile. She taps her chin for a moment, closing one eye as she hums.
Kittie: Hmmmmmm…. Okay, why not. But if I am going to look like a pretty little princess, then I better have a damned tiara…
Fantasia points to the counter and Kittie rolls her eyes. She sees the tiara sitting there and she shakes her head at it. Fantasia hands Kittie the hanger, and she leans against the door, causing it to close. A bit of shuffling can be heard as Kittie grunts. A bang followed by an echo indicates Kittie just stubbed her toe on the bath tub. She screams out in pain, many muffled words that are likely to be of an obscene nature. Just then, a knock can be heard at the door before it swings open. Jamie Staggs walks through the doorway, wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and jeans, with his hair neatly slicked back and his usually scraggily beard and goatee neatly trimmed up. In his hand, he carries a single white tulip. He looks around the room, and then he sees the bathroom door closed. He walks over and prepares to knock on it when he hears Kittie groaning within.
Kittie: Damn, that hurt. I wasn’t expecting that.
He puts his hand on the door handle when the groaning continues. The groaning goes to grunting as the sound of a zipper is heard. A sly grin appears on his face as he starts to turn the knob. Just then he hears Kittie’s voice once more.
Kittie: Great now my toe hurts. I can’t believe you stepped on my toe, who does that?
He puts his ear up to the door, mouthing “what the…” and he listens in as the grunting continues. Kittie can be heard mumbling to herself and then she stomps her foot.
Kittie: It’s too damned tight! You’re going to have to help get me into this, since it was your idea!
Jamie’s eyes widen and he thinks about throwing open the door, but he is afraid of what he might see. He clinches his jaw and his fists, crushing the stem of the flower he is holding. He puts his hand up to his forehead and thoughts of the other night at the show when Gabriel was getting awfully handsy with his wife start filling his head.
Kittie: It’s nice to know that I can trust a fellow Sin. I would only let you talk me into doing this, you know. The only other person who helps me is Jamie, but he would likely rip this trying to get it on this way.
Jamie drops the flower on the ground and he marches over to the door. He looks back and messes up his hair to make it look like normal, as if it were a negative gesture toward his wife. He swings the door open, and sees Shane standing there. He grits his teeth as he looks at Shane.
Jamie: She’s a little BUSY right now!
And he storms passed Shane, leaving him to scratch his chin. He peaks inside and then back to Jamie storming down the hallway and he shrugs his shoulders. He walks inside of the room and shuts the door. Spotting the chair close to the bed, he takes a seat and waits for a few moments.
As Kittie emerges from the bathroom with Fantasia, she looks down at the floor, bewildered by the flower that she accidentally stepped on. She shrugs her shoulders, and looks up to see Shane Boswell, the Sin of Pride, eyeballing her like a hot piece of cherry pie. She pretends not to notice, and walks out with a bit of influence from Fantasia in her walk. Shane whistles at her and offers a wink to Fantasia who comes out next.
Shane: Look at you, Kittie. Lookin’ rather fit tonight, aren’t ya?
Kittie nods her head as she does a spin to show off her pink and black plaid skirt, a single dainty chain attached to her thin silver belt. As it waves out, the curves of her legs are shown off with the nice stockings and black pumps. She wears the matching pink and black plaid print halter top, and then flips her hair out to show the red streaks are now pink.
Kittie: Woot!
And suddenly, Shane’s gaze sinks to the ground and he places his hand on his forehead as he shakes it back and forth. Fantasia grins as she steps toward Shane to comfort him, or rather just to run her hands over his perfectly chiseled body.
Shane: I… I can’t even look at you now, Kit. You ruined the image just the way whoever came up with that bloody fuckin’ word, that travesty to the proud English language helped with the decline of it.
Kittie: Oh come the fuck on, Shane! It’s a simple expression of joy. Lighten up you dopey bastard! Almost as bad as Rage, I swear!
Shane: Ay! Next time you compare me to Rage, I might have to sick Despy on ya with one of his pranks.
Kittie sticks her tongue out at Shane and then comes over and ruffles his hair in a surprisingly playful gesture. She sits on the edge of her bed as Shane eyes her down a bit. He takes a breath and then he tosses a folder on the bed next to her.
Shane: You got homework to do “little lady’. Freshen up on your HarKore Warrior knowledge so you can take out that Viper chick whose been trying to cause trouble for us.
Kittie acts as if she is interested in the contents of the folder, but she only fools herself as she thumbs through it in under 5 seconds.
Kittie: Big deal. I already went over this stuff a month ago. I heard her and Weapon X babble on with their bullshit about fairness and cheating and all that crap. We respect tradition here, and our Bombshells don’t mind competing separately. Not all of us are six fucking feet tall and ripped like “Monstrous” Ann Mau. If I was, maybe I would go off and fight men on a weekly basis. Could I fight in a “man’s world”? Yeah, I could. Do I enjoy beating up on stupid fucking Barbie bitches more? Of course I do. That point is moot. Just like the point about how I rolled her up into a pin, or how she was distracted, and how we use Despayre… All of it is moot, and Honestly, I’m ready to just go out there and shut her up once and for all.
Kittie tosses the folder behind her, allowing the fact sheets to flutter down slowly to the ground. Her face shows a bit of annoyance as Shane and Fantasia share a look. Kittie stands up from the bed and walks over to turn the television off.
Kittie: Since Spike is being all sober and shit, and Jamie isn’t here yet, I am ready to go out and have some drinks. I don’t want to be out too much later than 4:30 because I want to get up and train tomorrow…
Shane: Damn, how late was Spike keepin’ her out…?
Shane whispers to Fantasia as they get up and follow Kittie out of the door. They walk out, and the scene fades out as the door slowly clicks after coming to a close.
