Part 1: The Refresher Course
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“You want me to WHAT?!”The bright lights of the Vegas Strip flash brightly, making promises of money and sex at every turn. The crowds move toward their chosen venue, whether it be casino, theatre, shop, or restaurant, everyone goes their own ways. Intriguingly enough, each person or group moves along as if they are the only ones walking the street, bumping into others, avoiding eye contact, and talking so loud, you know they’ve had a few too many.
The women of the strip, so lovely. It is an ocean of furs, feathers, glitter, spandex, leather, lace, real and fake. You have all kinds ranging from your typical corner hookers, to your high scale escorts, and just about every fetish in between. Each one looking to earn their living with any fella for the right price.
A strange young man walks through the crowd on his cell phone. Moments ago, his face was glowing brightly inside of a casino, but one string of max bets, and some unsettling news has changed his face into a twist of depression and anger.
”Have you lost your damn mind, uncle Erik? No. That’s it, no. I’ll just sell my body to the night to get home to St. Louis.””Come now, don’t be childish. You are already there, so why not make an appearance. Make some extra cash. It’s no big deal.”The man stops and rests against a trash can, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. He shrugs his shoulders, mouthing “Why?” Then, he drops his backpack down on the ground next to him. He adjusts his fingerless gloves after pulling off his knitted cap. He sets it on top of the black dome shaped trash lid, and then nestles his fingers in his medium length dark brown hair.
”Yeah, you are right. It’s not a big deal. You just want me to escort a CRAZY PERSON down to the ring, and spend time with her before and after? Have you seen her promos? She’s bat shit crazy, but it’s no big deal, huh? You couldn’t even make it through a meal with her before you ran away!”He sets the phone down on top of his hat, as if pretending to listen. He pulls out a cigarette from a silver case in his pocket, followed by a Zippo lighter that sports ace cards of each suit, flames behind, and LV engraved below. He shakes his head, flipping off his lighter before lighting his cigarette. He leans his head down toward the phone, exhaling smoke as he shouts, “
Yeah...”
He spots a young lady walking by, and he slowly undresses her with his eyes, slowly moving his tongue around behind his lips before letting it slip out for just a second. From behind her crimson locks, she flashes a smile back at him, flaunting her ass-ets as she walks away, glancing back to make sure he is still looking.
”JAMIE!”He rolls his eyes as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He picks the phone back up and puts it to his ears. He chokes a bit on the smoke before answering.
”I’m listening, chill. You want to get her laid, even out the crazy. Well, she’s hot and all, but she has Stage 5 Clinger written all over her, and I’m NOT doing it. Find someone else to do it.””You are just too difficult. You asked for exposure, I am giving it to you. You asked to be put back on the map, but you don’t want to work for it. You just want to sit around piddling yourself with that circle jerk club of yours, well guess what? You need to grow up. If you didn’t jack off instead of focusing on the task at hand, you could have won the title after Spike vacated it. You really are pathetic, son.”Jamie hears a click on the other end, causing him to grip his phone tightly in his hands. He acts like he is going to throw it, but instead he slowly brings himself to a state of calm, sliding back in his black hoodie pocket. He kicks the side of the trashcan, screaming at the top of his lungs “
F****************CK!!!” drawing a bit of attention to himself.
”Why do I get stuck babysitting this beast all the time? I was her manager in 3WL. I led her to being crowned the 3WL Tag Team Champions with that hot slice, Nyako. I took that seriously. But, do wrestling fans really like serious, thought provoking scenes and promos?”Somehow, in the background, Jamie Staggs hears a very loud, resounding “NOOO!” with booing mixed in. A slight smirk comes across his face, chuckling to himself as he leans against the trashcan, taking the last drag from his cigarette before flicking it into the street.
“Should I walk around with a Hamlet skull, reciting Shakespeare?””NOOO!””Should I pull up in my fancy Corvette, slowly open up the butterfly door, slowly step out, remove my designer shades, look into the camera and with my eyes, say ‘I’m better than you…’?””NOOO!”Jamie cups his hands to his ears, making people stare strangely at him as they walk by. A man even tosses some spare change to Jamie as he passes. It breaks his concentration, making him bend over to pick up the change.
”Hey, thanks buddy... *AHEM* Or do the wrestling fans want to see some average, everyday, blue blooded SONUVABITCH who goes over a slip n slide covered in broken glass just for kicks?”Jamie smiles and nods his head, stuffing the change in his pocket before grabbing his hat and his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He turns to the camera who has been taping him the entire time, finally letting it be known that he was being taped. He walks up to the camera, and he presses his face just inches away from the lens, locking his eyes on each an every viewer.
”They want to see a special, one time appearance from the Valedicktorian of Dumbass University on Sin City Wrestling, escorting that crazy, mental, ‘so-crazy-not-even-a-mental-asylum-can-contain-this-b*tch’ Kittie down to the ring? Danger is my middle name, and I promise I will let my presence be known at Climax Control.
‘The same way Kittie will. Fantasia, I remember you kicked my girlfriend’s ass in GXW, but that chick was about as talented in the ring as Angelica is. Not to mention, she is as talented under a desk as I’m sure Angelica is, BUT… Kittie is a wild, uncontrollable force, and SCW Bombshells better recognize this sh*t! Fantasia, do your self a favor, and remember that ass kicking you took in front of the thousands in attendance, ‘AND THE MILLIONS WATCHING AT HOME’. Remember it good, because there are no weapons in this match. There are just fists, elbows, knees, feet, a canvas, ropes, and six turnbuckles. You might think it’s an advantage, but I’ve seen Kittie cause more mayhem with those than any weapon. Do yourself a favor, and do your homework. Watch a few 3WL DVDs, and let al notions of her GXW history flutter out of your mind…”Jamie takes just a few steps back, allowing his entire face to show, rather than just his eye. His eyes wander just a bit. Trying to remain serious, he just begins to laugh. A trickle of giggles at first, but then, he takes a few steps backwards, bending down to clutch his stomach. He even goes as far as to fall back onto the dirty sidewalk, causing pedestrians to shout at him as they pass. He allows himself time to breathe before slowly getting back up. He takes one more deep breath as he brushes off cigarette butts, papers, and gum wrappers from his hoodie and pants. He looks back to the camera once more.
”No dude, I’m not laughing about what I just said. I was laughing about what I was going to say. I was gonna say that Rebecca Blade is an enigma…”He cups his hand over his ear, begging for the inaudible whisper to be a little louder.
”Oh, BLADES. My bad. I guess I messed that up because this ‘enigma’ hasn’t cut a promo yet, so I don’t even know who the broad is. At least that hot piece Allison Summers has been seen kissing JT Underwood and drinking bougie microbrews. At least I have heard of her as the chick who wears skimpy clothes and appears in someone elses promos, but is too lazy to cut her own. She is hot… Anyway, Rebecca BladeS… Enigma, or just to worried about facing the psychotic Kittie, and the MILF, no offense bro, Misty? Can’t get it together enough not to piss yourself at the thought of facing them? It’s okay, we understand. We really, really do.
“And Raynin… Bangable, I gotta admit. But is she really capable of wrestling. No, I mean wrasslin’? She can jump around the ring doing acrobatics. I’m sure she is a surgeon with a shotgun, but this isn’t the secret services. This isn’t Mucha Lucha. You can get away with that stuff with some people, but Kittie will just catch you and drop you on your face. I’ve seen it before. Keep asking yourself who you are, because when Kittie is done with you, you might not know the answer… What? If I keep going, I will sound like who? Sin? Ohhh Y and two N’s. Nah, I’m not trying to copy Synn. I’m not walking around acting like Count Chocula in the middle of a church. I’m on the streets with the people! I’m don’t need to do the talking for Kittie. I’m sure Kittie will have plenty to say about her match for herself. She isn’t the type to watch some dude’s junk bounce in her face rather than talk about the match herself. Don’t you have a scheduled thing… Oh, I’m in it? Well, let’s go ahead and cut this, bring it over to her.”***Abruptly, the camera flashes into a static fuzz before fading to a “PLEASE WAIT PATIENTLY” screen. Funky muzak plays in the background before a low male voiced announcer speaks. “Thank you for your patience. Tonight’s Valedicktorian Speech was brought to you by… CAMPBELL’s SOUPS. Like Angelica, they are MMM MMMMMM GOOD! We now return you to your regularly scheduled promo…” BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP***
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”It’s so dark here… Where am I?”
All I feel here is a cold, dark emptiness. My body trembles, not from fear, but from the hypothermic conditions in this dark, lonely, emptiness. No one is here, no one. Every time I ask, I get the same answer. Silence. If I didn’t feel like I was getting frostbite on most of my body, I could really get used to this. The only voices I hear are my own. Mine is clear as a bell, but the rest of mine echo through.
Sometimes I think I am in my own heart. It’s covered in ice, and so far away from my brain that I just hear the echoes. I like it. I feel normal here. Solitude.. Sweet, sweet solitude.
Today, I think I found an elevator in here. I don’t know where the elevator leads to, and I’m scared to find out. Heh, me… Scared. I didn’t even know that I could be scared. But here I am. Nervous. I know it seems silly to freeze nearly to death, but who knows where it leads.
Will I still feel peace and quiet? Or will I be bombarded by the voices? Will I burn to death? Will I be stuck in a nightmare? I just don’t know. But, there it is, taunting me. It calls to me sometimes, offering lies. Lies… Promises of safety, tranquility, happiness. But I hear the screams coming from up there. Anguish. Hurt. Rage. Anxiously calling out, not to me, but to God. “God help me. PLEASE GOD!” Who knows what they’ve done. I don’t. Will God ever save them? Are they in hell?
Am I going to hell? No. I will stay in the comfort of the ice and shadows. “Are you a good bitch, or a bad bitch?” I hear it asking. When I walk up to that elevator, the sounds echo through this barren wasteland. An abyss of icy slush, gusts of arctic winds. Are emptiness and tranquility the same thing? I think they are synonyms. One is the optimistic way of saying it, where the other is pessimistic. I feel them both in the winds as they blow my hair out behind me. To that who asks me, I reply, “I am neither a good bitch, nor a bad bitch. I’m THAT bitch.”
When I work up the courage to go through that door, will I, too, ask God to save me? Will I beg for salvation? Or will I be the one who saves them? I’m a perpetual sinner. I am who I am, and I make no apologies, because I have, never once, received one. I have never heard, “Kittie, I’m sorry I killed your parents.” I’ve never heard, “Sorry, Kittie. You aren’t good enough for new parents.” Or, “I am sorry that no one thinks you are worth saving.” They think I’m hopeless. They outside of my head, and they inside. I have been called weak, small, scrawny, damaged, broken, mental, crazy, psychotic, worthless, violent, dark, empty… I am, as Erik Staggs said, the underdog. The after thought. How can I save anyone when I can’t even save myself?
I hear Misty, asking for help. She needs me to tag in, but I’m not even there. I feel Allison reaching over the ropes to tag in. I can taste the metallic taste of blood coming from inside of my cheek. I can smell the fear coming from Rebecca Blades as my own blood rage consumes us both. I can see Raynin flying toward me, and I know Fantasia is relishing it.
Can I help Misty? My sort of friend? In this match, we have each others back. I know I can count on her, and I know she can count on me.
Can I help Allison? No, I can’t. She is just a shell like me. She is empty. She doesn’t have the drive to add anything to this match. She might as well stay at her new home, unpacking, because she is useless as far as I am concerned. I might be teamed with her, but I refused to call her a partner, but rather, the team’s handicap. She is nothing more to me than any of my opponents. Just a pretty face, nothing more. She is pretty… Her perfectly tanned skin. Her doe-like eyes. Her pretty, pretty, PRETTY HAIR! And the body that makes all the boys stare. Boys like empty heads and big breasts. In my own modesty, I have neither.
Raynin, dear Raynin. You, too, are just a shell. I sympathize with you on that note. A well groomed government hitwoman. Nothing to truly call a family, but f*cked up memories of being pushed to your very limits. Studied in luchadore, Peak physical condition. Impressive physique, really. But wrestling is more than that. Huricanranas are very visually appealing, high flying tactics make the fans scream with approval. But, the charisma doesn’t win matches. The show that you put on doesn’t win matches. An impressive moves list won’t even win you a match. Its heart, passion, will, spirit, aggression that make those maneuvers come to life. You are stone cold, emotionless.
Rebecca Blade… That’s all I can say. No one has heard anything from you at all. To say that I feel anything whatsoever toward you would simply be a lie.
And Fantasia… Last show, I looked into your eyes, and down into your soul… I watched your rise, and I caused your fall. I saw the darkness in you, very much like my own darkness. I feel a sort of kindred bond, strangely. Your void is filled with your insatiable thirst for lust. Mine is filled with my unbridled desire to cause violence and pain. I can’t help you out with your desire, but you helped me with mine last show. And I am looking toward you for help this week as well. But, I won’t take it all out on you. I need to draw new blood, and there are two others on your team who can help me get my kicks… *Chuckle that echoes throughout*
Come Climax Control, I have some news for these ladies. I am out for blood, and I am out for gold. I am not out to make friends, and I refuse to make nice with anyone besides Misty. The quiet has helped me to realize this. And with this newfound confidence, I find myself drawing closer and closer to that elevator door. It is two panels of ice, with a glow coming from within. I walk to the other side, and I see the same thing. I want to walk through it. I want to see.”*RING RING RING*”And that is good enough for today.”Slowly, the light shines through, so brightly that Kittie has to blink a few times to allow her eyes to adjust. She squints as she slowly looks around. What she sees comes as quite a shock to her. Her arms and legs are restrained to her bedpost. She tugs fiercely at them. Dr Liddell is standing next to her bed, with a silver bell in her hand. She stares down at Kittie with a look of concern.
”Are you back? Or is it still her?”Kittie stops tugging for the time being. These blackouts were starting to happen more and more, each time she seems to find herself in a strange predicament. Dr. Liddell unlocks the arm shackles quickly before moving down to the leg shackles.
”Doc, what is happening to me? I am really trying to get better, but things are getting worse. Why did you have to restrain me?””You… She wouldn’t go back quietly. I was forced to trick her into hypnosis. Even then, she was still present. You both spoke, each with your own story of what was going on. This is a very strange find. Usually when one is suffering from multiple personality disorder, hypnosis gets down to the true self. Both personalities were telling me different parts of the same story.”Kittie stretches out, as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep. She yawns, as she sits up, rubbing at her ankles, noticing slightly swollen red rings around them.
”I guess she put up a fight. My wrists and ankles are sore.””She called me over because she said she was in trouble. She acted like you. I obliged her enough to get her restrained, but then she got angry. Not in the way that you usually do, but a very scornful, outraged sort of way. No cursing, but extra violent. She was very intent on getting free, almost to the point of bodily harm. I believe she would have harmed me if I didn’t restrain her.”Kittie stands up from her bed, walking over to her closet to pull out her favorite black strap pants. As if she isn’t bothered by the presence of another person, she slides her shorts down, and in a few swift motions, she pulls her pants on. She leaves the white babydoll tee. She looks back toward the doctor with little concern in her expression.
”Well, honestly, I don’t know how to stop it anymore. I can’t control it, the medications aren’t working, and I really just don’t know what to do. The rages still come, the personality splits are becoming more common than they ever were. I feel like I am getting stronger, but as I grow, so do they. I just… I don’t know.”She runs her fingers through her hair to loosen the tangles, but also as a distraction from the issues at hand. She walks back over toward Dr. Liddell, sitting down next to her, with her elbows on her knees, and her hands propping up her chin.
”Grab the butcher knife…”Kittie’s ears perk up just a little, looking over to Dr. Liddell. Her head tilts to the side as she stares, hearing the statement echoing through her head. Dr. Liddell looks back over to Kittie, also questioning her stare. She brushes a dark tress of hair from her own face, tucking it gently behind her ear.
“What did you say, Kittie?””I thought you said it. ‘Grab the butcher knife.’ What am I supposed to do with it?””You know what to do with it…”In a very slow and cautious maneuver, Dr Liddell moves herself away from Kittie, taking small, slow steps backward. Her dark eyes quiver in a sort of panic, while she does her best to maintain her composure. She slowly adjusts her dark red suit jacket, moving into the doorway, but not leaving it.
”What do you do with the butcher knife, Kittie?””I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING!!! I DIDN’T SAY IT, I DIDN’T, I DIDN’T, I DIDN’T!”A soft chuckling echoes through the room, Kittie grabbing at her ears to cover it up. Instead, the sound only intensifies.
”Put it in the b*tch! Just stick it in her!” Kittie begins screaming at the top of her lungs, rocking back and forth as she does. She takes a breath, but then continues. Dr. Liddell pulls out a pocket sized notebook and takes down notes. Between each stroke of the pen, her eyes look up to Kittie. Dr. Liddell’s lips move, but her voice is canceled out by Kittie’s screaming.
”Ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha Ha HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAHHHHHHH!””CONTROL IT KITTIE! Take CONTROL! You are the STRONG ONE!”Soon, a figure comes crashing from behind Dr. Liddell, crashing on top of her. The hooded figure turns her over, pinning her to the ground. Liddell pulls the hood back to reveal the chivalrous Jamie Staggs. Unbeknownst to each other, she begins smacking at his face with her notebook as Kittie continues the screaming behind them. Jamie pins the doctor’s hands down to the ground, staring into her eyes in an attempt to help Kittie.
”Who the F*CK are you, lady?””I’m Doctor Tanya Liddell, who the f*ck are you?!”Jamie slowly releases the doctor, and leans down on his knees, opening his mouth to apologize, but instead, he is met with a slap to the face from the doctor. She begins beating him over the head with her notebook, trying to dig the steel rings into his skin as she does so. He waves her hands away.
”Geez, lady! I’m Jamie Staggs. My uncle sent me over here to check on her before her match, and… WOULD YA STOP HITTING ME?!?”Jamie finally gets the doctors attention, and she stops hitting him. He brings himself up to a standing position, before quickly turning his attention over to Kittie. He approaches her quickly.
”Uh, yeah, I wouldn’t…””Hey Kittie, it’s me-ohhhhhhh!”In an attempt to protect herself, Kittie drives her fist directly into Jamie’s groin, dropping him to the ground instantly in front of her. She jumps back on her bed, gripping at a pillow as if it were a deadly weapon. Her breaths are erratic as she looks down to the jumbled mess of a man on her floor, and then to Dr. Liddell, who can’t help but chuckle. Being polite, she covers her mouth, and tries to get a serious look on her face. Kittie grips the pillow as she crawls back across her bed to peak down below her. Upon seeing the writhing face of Jamie Staggs, she drops the pillow, and covers her face in embarrassment. Rather than forming an apology, she simply regains her composure, giving off her normal bit of attitude.
”Jamie, what the hell are you doing here? Really, what? I haven’t seen you in, like, four years…””Apparently I’m getting punched in the dick by you, ya nutty b*tch! Geeeez, I gotta say, that’s a fire right hook though…”Kittie laughs to herself, trying to maintain an aggravated look on her face. She reaches down as if to offer Jamie assistance in getting up.
”Nah… I think I’m good like this for now, at least until my balls come back out to say hello.”Jamie rests his hands on his stomach as he takes short and shallow breaths. He closes his eyes, clinching them tightly before slowly opening them again. He peers up to Kittie, watching the fire dance in her eyes. He notices a broken beauty in her as she stares down at him. A smile slowly flashes across his face, before he brushes it back away quickly.
”If my swollen nads are any indication, you’ve got this match in the sack, er… bag.”“Good cover,” he imagines himself saying as he slowly sits up. His face is covered in small beads of sweat. Slowly he wipes them away, pulling himself up to his knees. Kittie pats his back unenthusiastically as if to say, “there, there Jamie…” He rolls his eyes at her, before getting all the way up. He towers over the two, standing at 6’4”, but he might as well be eight feet tall in comparison.
”So… Jamie. Again I have to ask, what are you doing here in my home? I feel a little bad for punching you, but I think it’s a valid response. Also, it’s a simple question.”Kittie crosses her legs over one another, and folds her arms in her lap. Staring up at him, she begs for an answer. Jamie smirks as he stares down at her.
”What? A guy can’t come over and visit his girl friend who he hasn’t seen in a few years without getting rocked in the junk? Honestly, I’m offended, Kittie. Hurt, and a little sore, but offended mostly.””I’m not your girlfriend, by the way. And, I bet you lost all your money at a casino, didn’t you?””Yeah…”Jamie unfolds his own arms, dropping them to his side in surrender. He lets out a sigh once finishing his admission of guilt. He readies himself to sit down next to her, but takes her glare as proper warning to keep standing. He looks over to the doctor who has quietly taken a phone call, and is standing just outside of the doorway now.
”I said girlfriend as two words, like girrrrrrl frrrrriend, also by the way. And, yeah, I blew all my money at the casinos, and partially at the strip clubs, but that’s only because I was on a winning streak at the casino, and I had a system, and… Bah, I’m rock bottom broke. I’m actually here because Erik has declared me as your special guest escort to Climax Control this week.” Jamie quickly leans over, cupping his hand around his mouth as he whispers.
”I think he thinks you need to get layyyyyyed.”Kittie punches him three times in the arm in rapid succession. She follows the last one up with a shove. Her teeth are clinched in anger, but she does her best to control it, acting as if she is just playing. Jamie rubbing his arm lets her know she is being too aggressive.
”I don’t need to get laid. It’s actually the last thing I should probably do, especially with YOU! No offense, but, ewww.””Hey, no, I don’t find the fact that you find me repulsive is offensive at all. No, it’s fine, really. But, you don’t know what you are missing…”He uses his hand to motion toward his crotch as if it were an extremely impressive display. He raises his eyebrows at her to gauge her interest. Upon seeing that there is none, he continues doing it to goad her.
”I mean, think of it like training for the match. It could help you stay limber. I can bend you in all sorts of positions. Or, you could even put me in a choke hold? Still no?””You know what? If I didn’t just punch you hard enough to make your testicles retract inside of you, I would slap your filthy F*CKIN’ mouth! You are so dirty, and I’m actually offended that Erik would think it was a good idea to have you escort me to the ring. I don’t even want to be seen in public with you, let alone on television, with hundreds of thousands of people watching. I did it for a month in 3WL, and I never heard the end of it. You are just… No. No, I’m not going to start, because your brother is a good friend of mine, but no. Sorry, it’s not happening.”Jamie lets the insults roll off of his back this time. He reaches down and aggressively grabs onto Kittie’s hands. He leans down to eye level, holding her as still as he can. His aggression turns into a sort of pleading.
”Look, I’ve had a shitty night, and I just want to get back home to St. Louis. I gotta wait a few days until Climax control, because it’s the only way for me to get home. One time, and I will be outta your hair. I won’t even come onto you more than like 5 more times if you just agree to let me bring you to the arena. Not even to the ring, but just the arena. Give me at least that, please?”Kittie’s look of worry and rage simply fade from her face as she slowly loosens one of her hands free. She runs it down his cheek.
”You are kinda cute when you beg. I think we can make that work. But you can only escort me to the arena. All the lady lumps might get you a little distracted, and I don’t need any to baby sit you while I’m trying to win a pretty pivotal match.”Jamie smirks, raising his eyebrows up and down at the thought of many, many lady lumps in the ring together. He relishes the attention from Kittie, slowly placing his hand on her right breast. Immediately upon contact, she hauls back and slaps him hard across the face. Spit flies from his mouth, and his eyes open in surprise. He gently touches the side of his face, half from the shock, and half from the tinge of pain trickling through his jaw.
”But, but… You said I was cute…””I said kinda cute. Is that some sign that your usual sleazy girls give when they want to be fondled, because if it is, then my bad!”Jamie raises his hand in protest, but Kittie quickly raises her hand, as if she were going to slap him again. Instead of allowing him even a second to speak, she glares at him, starting a rant of her own.
”You can LEAVE now! Before I begin to regret letting you take me to Clima… to the show! If you try anything else, I will make what Misty did to hot tub guy seem like a little pat to the groin!”Jamie stares at Kittie for a moment, questioningly, but decides to oblige her. He gets up from his spot on the bed, and walks over toward the door. As he passes through the doorway, he slides his hand at the door, slowly turning around.
”Ya know, when a girl has you on her bed, stroking your face, saying that you are ‘kinda’ cute, she usually expects something like that to happen. I think you’ve got a thing for me, at least one of the voices in your head does. Deny it all you want, but, one day, some lady is gonna snatch this up, and it’s gonna be tooooo late…””Yeah, leave. Out. The door is just down the hall there…”As Jamie slowly walks through the door, letting his hand slowly slip off, Kittie raises her gaze toward the door. She opens her mouth to call for Jamie to come back. As soon as she does, he eagerly reproaches the doorway. Kittie smiles, and bats her lashes at him, causing his goofy smile to return.
”Jamie. You were right. Something inside me wants you. But, it’s the gay guy, Drew… Just thought you would want to know that.”Kittie holds her arms out in front of her, thrusting her pelvis at the air, as she smiles. She motions with her eyes from Jamie to the invisible person in front of her. Jamie taps his chin for a second, giving it the slightest thought before waving her off, and disappearing through the doorway. Kittie’s arrogant grin is only a mask for the laughing she is doing on the inside as she stops thrusting. She rests herself back on the bed, propping her pillow behind her head. She just closes her eyes, tuning out the phone conversation going on in the background.
”Girl! Why’d you let him leave? He had me at ‘limber you up for your match’…”
”Ewww, no. Seriously, no. If you’ve seen the company he keeps, you would definitely understand. Girls like Allison Summers, Fantasia, and Angelica. I’m better off rolling around naked on the floors of Planned Parenthood, honestly. I should even go ahead and wash these sheets…”
”It could be good practice for your match, and I wouldn’t mind seeing what he got goin’ on…”
”I have trained plenty for this match. Since I signed that contract, I have put everything I’ve had into wrestling. I’ve researched what there is to research of the competition in the Bombshell division, and I plan to mow through any obstacle the heads can throw my way. Last week, I defeated a legend, and I defeated a friend. This week, if all goes well, I will defeat the same legend, as well as a no-show, and a Jane Doe who doesn’t even know who she is, even though she spent an hour going on about it. ‘Who are you?’ I felt like I was watching a Calvin Klein commercial for their newest scent. Enough of the existentialism already…
”You are the one having several conversations with yourself, in your own mind…”
”And I’m working on a bottle of pills to get rid of it… The only person who hasn’t bored me yet in the Bombshell Division is me. Rebecca Blades is too chicken shit to even cut a promo, but I can’t say too much because that dumb hooker who is on my team is the same. Angelica only knows how to work a pole, not a wrestling ring. And that pun was definitely intended. Fantasia is more concerned with her wannabe Chip n’ Dale boyfriend to have a clue of what is going on, having her stable head talk for her. And, of course there is existential girl, Raynin…
“And, Misty… I love her to death, but she needs to pull her head out of her ass. She worries about me screwing up the match with my slight meltdowns, but she needs to focus on the prize. That is her problem, and honestly, I think that if we lose this match, and it isn’t Chicken Shit Allison Summers that breaks us, it could be HER and HER lack of focus. My head is in the game. All of my minds are focused on this match, and the Bombshell Championship. Every single aspect of my being yearns to be crowned the FIRST Bombshell Champion, just as much as getting the very first Bombshell match up won. So, my partner had better stop and think about who she accuses of not being focused.”
”Dang girl, did you really just diss on your only kinda friend outside of your head?”
”Not nearly as bad as she did to me. But, who ever screws this up, whether they are on my team or not, they had better prepare to be Pussy Whipped. And by that, I mean they are going to have to deal with me…Kittie’s lips twist into an innocent, genuinely happy smile. Her feet sway along as she gets ready to continue her internal conversation, until she hairs a screeching that ceases all internal thought.
”WHAT?!? FIRED? LIKE F*CKING HELL I’M FIRED!!!” Ohhhh, you can take that paycheck, and shove it up your asshole, you ungrateful little prick. And I do mean LITTLE PRICK! ….. Oh yeah? Well WATCH ME!” A loud cracking sound is head upon the entry of Dr. Liddell’s Smart Phone into the wall of the hallway. She fumes loudly as she walks down the hallway toward Kittie’s room, where Kittie bounces up and down like an excited child on Christmas morning.
”Uhh ohhhh. It seems the doctor has gone a little crazy herself…”However, as soon as Dr Liddell enters the room, she has a smile painted across her face, her eyes trying hard to tame the fire within. In a gentle manner, the doctor enters the room and stands just a few feet away from Kittie, placing her index and middle finger on Kittie’s nightstand, tracing the contours as she moves along.
”Sooo? As you, um, might have just heard… Our employer is no longer ‘our’ employer, only yours. Erik Staggs seems to think I am not doing a good job handling you. He likes quick fixes, but I really think that you need in depth, long term help from someone who has been dealing with you for nearly ten years. The choice is yours. Because I have invested so much time, I would like to give you a much cheaper rate, if you would like for us to continue our sessions?” Upon mentioning it, Kittie watches the doctor squirm underneath her usually confident exterior. Kittie taps her chin, thinking it over very calmly. Dr Liddell leans down lower to look into Kittie’s eyes, even going as far as to beg with her own eyes. Kittie opens her mouth to answer as the scene fades… TO BLaCK!
