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Erik Staggs is seen packing up his bags immediately following the Summer XXXTreme show. He sighs and then a smile crosses his face as he walks toward the door. He chuckles under his breath as his walk turns to a light jog. He places his hand on the door knob.
Erik: Ohhh Cheryl, you just made a big mistake coming up here, because I am going to rock your va….
As soon as he opens up the door, his face completely drains of the joy it had just seconds ago. He stares, displeased, at the person standing in the doorway. He raises his eyebrows as the spitfire shoves her way past. Erik scratches the back of his head as he keeps an unwavering stare fixed on her. Kittie crosses her arms over her shoulder, tapping her foot anxiously with a sheet of paper folded under her arm. The two remain in stare-down mode for a good two minutes before the silence is finally broken.
Erik: Can I… help you, or… I’m not really sure what’s going on here. Help me out Kit, I mean…
Kittie holds the piece of paper out just inches from Erik’s face. He takes a single step back and then inspects the piece of paper. He raises his eyebrow once again in curiosity, awaiting some kind of a comment from the usually rambunctious bombshell. He inspects it again and closes his eyes. He rubs at his temples and then gently places Kittie’s hand out of his face.
Erik: A copy of next week’s card from Singapore… Thank you for showing me, but like Christian and Mark, I have already seen it. Did they spell your name wrong or something? Help me out here.
Kittie tosses the paper to the side with a growl. As she does so, she steps up toward Erik in a threatening manner.
Kittie: As Head of Talent relations, I assumed you watched the show. Okay, let me fill you in on a little something. That BITCH, Karina… She ruined my match against Trish Newborn. She literally fucked it u, and if I wouldn’t have knocked that weirdo on her ass, I might not even have the Bombshell Roulette Championship. Then, she attacked me after the fucking match!
Erik gently rubs his chin, nodding his head as Kittie goes on her rant. Once she takes a break, Erik holds a finger up. He is clearly letting the wheels in his head turn for a moment.
Erik: So, just to make sure we are clear here… You are mad that Karina attacked you, and *air quotes* “ruined” your match. Have I got it so far?
Kittie nods her head as if listening to a toddler explain Yo Gabba Gabba. Erik thinks about it again for a minute, continuing to nod his head before continuing.
Erik: Okay, and you are mad that they booked you in a match against her. Right, so… I’m not going to lie here. I’m confused as fuck. If someone attacked me, I would love a chance to pound on them in the ring. And with the Roulette stipulation, I would be groveling at the feet of the men who booked it! Please, Katalya. Please explain to me why you are here.
Kittie: I’m pissed off because she didn’t do a damn thing to earn this shot! All she has done since she got here is suck and lose! Her brother is doing pretty good for himself now, but she wants to one up him by pissing all over me and my championship reign?
Erik: Again, I don’t understand why you are mad. If she isn’t anything to worry about, then why exactly does it matter that you have to face her?
Kittie kicks over a nearby lamp, causing it to shatter on the ground. She balls up her fists and bites her bottom lip while huffing.
Kittie: She made a travesty of that match, Erik! I don’t have but one nice thing to say about Trish Newborn. That one nice thing is that she earned her shot at me. She failed exactly like I said she would, but she earned that right.
Erik: Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t she attack you after a match? Isn’t that how she “earned” her shot?
Kittie: Whatever… I am not here to argue with you. I’m here for you to do your fucking job and listen to me! The entire roster is your boss, and I expect…
Erik: Mark and Christian are my bosses. I humbly accepted this position, and I’m not going to allow some pissed off psycho bitch to come in here and start yelling at me! If I wanted to be treated like a piece of shit, I would go into retail! (XD)
Erik opens the door and points Kittie in the direction of it. She stands there with a sour expression on her face as he holds it open, mocking a gentlemanly gesture.
Kittie: Look, Erik… I’m just pissed off that apparently the management has decided they don’t like me anymore. I mean, why else would they pit me against a women who just attacked me after she nearly screwed me out of a victory? Oh, and then they give me ANOTHER special guest referee! They pick the woman whom, if I do win in Singapore, I get to face because she is the number one contender to my title. Doesn’t that sound like a conspiracy theory to you?
Erik: Look, I don’t have time to argue sensibly with someone that lacks sensibility. Do you want revenge on Karina Koji or not?
Kittie: It sends a bad message to people that if you attack a champion, you suddenly get a title shot. I earned everything I’ve gotten here in Sin City Wrestling, and I will be damned if I am going to lose my belt to some cheap, underhanded bitch like Koji!
Erik sighs as he remains standing in the doorway. Kittie spins around and looks at Erik almost desperately.
Kittie: It just seems like I’m getting the short end of the stick here after everything I’ve done for the Bombshell Division. I have been in it since day one, and this sickens me…
Erik: Well, if you lose, then why don’t you just attack Odette Ryder? “Earn” yourself a shot at the Bombshell Championship.
Kittie: Oh… That’s sheer brilliance, Mr. Staggs… Dirty politics that I refuse to play. Besides, Odette is probably my best friend in the entire world, and even if I wanted to attack her, I would just look at her face and think about heaven flavored lollipops and unicorns shitting out rainbows. It’s like a weird power she has…
Erik chuckles at this, as does Kittie. She doesn’t allow the good feeling to last long as her face returns to that angry expression once more.
Kittie: I guess my official complaint is that this girl ruined my match, and she gets rewarded for it. I think it’s bullshit and I refuse to accept this. I want you to do something about it.
Erik: I tell you what I’m going to do…
Erik walks over to the wall where a phone rests and he dials a number. He taps his foot impatiently as Kittie growls at him.
Kittie: What the hell are you doing, Erik?
Erik: Hello, security… I’ve got this crazy ass woman in my cabin refusing to leave. Would you kindly escort her out?
Kittie: That’s BULLSHIT!
Kittie walks over to Erik Staggs and gives him a hard knee to the groin before she swings the door open. She acts as if she is kicking the dust off of her feet before she exits, slamming the door behind her. Erik crumbles to the floor, choking on his testicles.
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Bangkok, Tuesday 4:45am
Kittie is seen sitting in the corner of Despayre’s hotel suite while he is busy running around with Angel as if he were an airplane. Kittie is curled up with a big black pillow tucked between her knees and under her chin as Snowflake is resting at her side. She sits there motionlessly and silently. Her mascara is runny and faded, signaling her silent tears. Despayre suddenly stops and plops down on the couch in front of her. He makes goofy faces at her, but the only motion she does is she raises her eyes to his. He stops making faces and studies hers carefully. He taps his cheek deep in thought.
Despayre: No, I don’t think that’s it, Angel. I think somebody needs another Looney Tunes Marathon!
Kittie: Somebody doesn’t…
She sighs and then tilts her head to the side. Despayre looks on in complete and utter shock, going as far as to drop his jaw at Kittie. He leans back against the opposite arm of the couch and mimics Kittie’s pose, only his is much more jumpy.
Despayre: Oh no you didn’t girl! Two can play at this game…
Kittie’s eyes rest on Despy’s as he crumples up his face, trying to match her grumpiness. He sits there for no more than thirty seconds, locked on in the staring contest before Kittie sighs. She lifts her head up and blinks for the first time in an hour it would seem. Despy raises his arms in victory while Kittie just giggles. Despayre looks even more surprised.
Despayre: Two victories in one minute, Angel!
Kittie allows the pillow to fall to her side as she allows him to give her the biggest hug that, surprisingly, is exactly what she needed. A faint smile creeps across her face as she wraps her arms around him to exchange the sentiment. She pats his back as they break the embrace. Despayre begins humming some pop melody he heard on the radio earlier and Kittie sits on the couch properly.
Despayre: It’ll be okay, Kittie. It happens to lots of people. The other day, I missed Angel’s skydiving video. Oh, and Gabriel misses the toilet all the time. We all miss stuff is what I’ trying to say…
Kittie raises an eyebrow as she wraps her arm around her little buddy. She turns to look at him with curiosity written all over her face.
Kittie: What in the blue he...ck are you talking about little dude?
Despayre: You’re typing mistake. Did you forget to punctuate? We all do it. I never do in my tweets!
Kittie shakes her head from side to side, still confused as Synn walks into the room. He looks at the two curled up on the couch and can’t help but smile to himself. At first, neither of them sees Synn standing there, and they start a tickle fight. Kittie gets the better of the situation, causing Despayre to practically hiss in laughter. Kittie then notices Synn standing there and she straightens herself up. He smirks at her before taking a seat on the arm of the couch.
Synn: I heard that there is something you wanted to talk to me about, Kittie?
Kittie bites at her bottom lip, almost seeming as if she doesn’t want to,. Synn’s emerald eyes flare at her, demandingly as she lowers hers to the ground. She laces her fingers together and sets them down in her lap.
Kittie: I… think that we need to really figure out how we are going to retaliate against Dream Chasers for what they’ve done to Gabriel. It was an attack on us as a whole, and…
Despayre: Angel says he smell manure!
Synn: Angel isn’t the only one… Besides, management has worked this one out rather nicely for us. Seven Deadly Sins and New X-Tremes get retribution for the attack.
Kittie: How do you feel about what Gabe, Despy, and Odette are going to do to your loverboy on Sunday?
Synn: Right now, I am more concerned about what it is you really want to tell me. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me what’s been going on with you lately.
Kittie looks up into Synn’s eyes and she does her very best to speak. Not even a squeak escapes her lips. Despayre leans down to hear Angel’s whispers and then he grunts in protest.
Despy: That’s not fair… I think you should share your freshly baked goods with the rest of us.
Kittie: There isn’t even an oven in here… Look, I’m just not ready to tell anyone yet. I have a lot of thinking to do here. I have a lot of options to consider, and I’ve got a Mohawk bitches ass to kick! I mean, could you even imagine me as a…
Kittie stops herself short. She covers up her mouth and then runs out of the room. Despayre looks to Synn and shrugs his shoulders.
Despy: Maybe she caught the bird flu after she met the…
The scene abruptly cuts out and we fade… TO BLACK!
