[Kittie]

 â€I’ve really been through the ringer lately.  Not that I expect you to understand, but I need to get it off my chest.  The last time SCW fans saw me competing, I was the inaugural Bombshell Roulette Champion.  I was… a mess.  Hell, I probably still am a mess, but the difference is that I know how to channel it better.

Have you ever felt like you were in danger?  That feeling where your body tingles, your breaths are shallow, and you are sweating icy bullets?  Have you ever felt like you were on the defensive?  Have you ever been so pissed off that you can’t see straight?  Have you ever been so sad, for what seems to be no reason at all?  Have you ever just wanted to dance, and sing to the music that no one else hears?  Have you ever felt all of these feelings, all at once?  I have. I do. Constantly.  Every waking moment of my life, I want to quiver in fear, kick someone’s ass, cry, and dance, all at the same time.  That’s the quick version, but it runs so much deeper.

Why am I telling you all of this?  There are a lot of people who have forgotten what I’ve done in Sin City Wrestling.  There are so many new faces around, who have only heard the stories of Misty, and all of the asses she’s kicked.  Yeah, well I’m one of those asses.  I’m one of the forgotten, and I couldn’t give a squat fuck.

Or do I?  I haven’t really decided yet.  Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.  But one thing that is for certain, is that the stories leave out the part where I took her to her limits. I made her the legend that she became here.  If it weren’t for our epically AWESOME battles, no one would care about Misty.  Of course, the stories also seem to leave out the fact that I have a few wins against her for myself.  But it’s okay.  No, it’s not.  Whatever.

My point… My point?  Wait, yes! I do have one of those!  Don’t I?  I forgot.  I always do that.  Maybe I was going to talk about the Electra Blaze situation?  Or was it my child?  There’s so many things, I honestly can’t keep it straight anymore.  Why don’t I just start from the beginning, and see if any of this jogs my memory.





Climax Control -  August 26th, 2012
Mee Suwan Stadium, Bangkok, Thailand

*Wooom WOOOOOOOOM wooooom*

“What? Wh-where am I? Fuck, my neck and back hurt…”

*WOOOOOOM wooooom WOOOOOOOOOM*

The pain shoots through Kittie’s body as she hears “The Ruler and the Killer” by Kid Cudi blasting through the stadium as the fans cheer.  Kittie feels her blood pressure regulating with a whirring noise in her eardrums, as her eyes try to focus once again.  The lights of the stadium are almost blinding at first, glossed over with the natural tears in her eyes.

*wooooooom woooooooom wooooom WOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

The fans are going crazy still as Kittie finally focuses, watching Karina Koji walking to the backstage area.  Kittie holds onto her back as she leans into the corner, trying to slowly pull herself up.  She groans as she looks around for her belt.  Her belt!  She panics as she looks all around the ringside area for it.  She slowly climbs out of the ring, and walks over to the timekeepers table, the only logical place it could be.

Kittie:  Justin, where the fuck is my belt?

Ring announcer, Justin Decent, gives Kittie a strange look as if he might not have heard her correctly.  She growls under her breath as she stumbles over to the announcers table.  Jason Adams is popping skittles in his mouth, while Belinda gives her a strange look.

Kittie:  Wh-what happened?  Did I win?

Belinda:  Did you win?  Is your music playing, Kittie?

Kittie:  Ummm, no?

Belinda laughs, which causes Kittie’s heart to start beating rapidly.  She looks back up the ramp to catch the last glimpse of the Bombshell Roulette Championship that she would ever get.  She watches as Karina Koji disappears behind the curtains, and Kittie reaches out her hand, waving goodbye to it.  She drops down to her knees and clutches at her stomach.  Her stomach, it feels like it’s going to tear itself open, and the only relief she can get is to hug onto it.  She hunches over, letting her long blonde hair touch the floor.  As the cameras file around her to move on with the show, Kittie sobs.

Kittie:  Why the fuck am I crying?  Why?  Why? WHY? WHY? WHYYYYY?

Kittie talks to herself out loud as the crowd winds down a bit, getting up to refresh their drinks and snack trays.  She feels a hand reaching down to her, and when she looks up, she sees Synn standing there.  He looks concerned more than anything.  She weeps uncontrollably as she simply hugs onto his leg.

Kittie:  Why?

Synn:  Come now, Kittie.  We need to get you to the locker room so you can rest.

Kittie:  I can’t go back there. How can I face them?

Synn gives a reassuring smile as he gently strokes Kittie’s hair, doing what he can to calm her down.  It works as her breaths start to deepen.  Her mascara is running down her face, making her look like some sort of a drugged out groupie.  She just closes her eyes, making it run even harder.

Synn:  You know that your brothers and sisters won’t look at you any differently for losing that belt.  You’re not finished yet.

Kittie:  I am.

Synn:  Hm?

Kittie nods her head quickly, against his tree trunk of a leg.  Eventually he reaches under her armpits, helping her back to her feet.  Kittie looks up into his mesmerizing green eyes, with a sense of urgency in her own.

Kittie:  I think I’m finished now.

Synn:  You’re talking crazy right now.  Let’s get you some peppermint tea, and a comfortable place to lie down.  We’ll talk about it more later…

Kittie:  No, I really think I’m done, Synn.  This isn’t for me anymore. Half the time, I don’t even remember where I am, or who I am.  Which personality is in control, and what they did.  I pushed everyone away from me. I just need to be locked up.

Synn rubs at his temples as he begins coaching Kittie up the ramp without her realizing it.  She lowers her head in shame as she walks up the ramp, letting her hair dangle over her face.  Synn takes a deep breath and prepares to say something to her when the light headed feeling returns.  She leans into Synn for balance as she tries to shake off this anxiety attack.  They make it through the curtains when the feeling only intensifies.  Kittie’s eyes spin a bit before they roll back in her head, and the floor comes up and smacks her entire body.  She sees a pair of shoes coming up to her, and she can hear Synn’s voice echoing in the background.  She can’t make out a word he is saying, but it is probably for the best as everything starts to fade into a white light.

A simple, almost calming abyss.  Kittie can feel her heart pounding in her head, but soon, the heart beat turns into the voices.  Yes, THOSE voices.

”Kat?  Turn around.  Don’t come any closer.”

”You better listen to what she says, girl.  This shit’s pretty serious.”

”What’s happening?  Where are we?”

”I don’t know, but this ain’t good.  Our meetings usually happen in the dark, don’t they?”

Kittie spots someone that looks much like herself, with dark hair, and dressed like a Disney Princess knock off.  She rolls her eyes before turning to look at the version of herself with a comb over, wearing skinny jeans, and an Escape the Fate t-shirt.  She groans and points two fingers to her head as if it were a gun before the hipster, tomboy self smacks it away.

”Don’t even play like that!”

”I’ve never seen you guys before.  I’m starting to wish I never had.  Escape the Fate, really?”

”Guys, this is a lot more serious than either of you are making it out to be.  There is a reason we don’t see each other.  Are we dying?”

”Gee Princess Peach, ya think?!  And I have to go knowing that my best friend likes Escape the Fate.  Our whole friendship was built upon lies, Drew…”

”I’m too young and pretty to go out like this though!  I always hoped that we’d go out in the back room of a club with a guy whose name starts with E, while on E…”

”I don’t want to hear that…  How does this work?  I’ve never died before.”

”I think that’s a pretty common thing amongst people who, you know, are still alive and shit.  Are you fucking serious?  I’m scared to shit right now, but I can still find a way to laugh at you.”

”What did you do?”

”What are you talking about?  I didn’t do anything.  I guess I lost a match, and then I thought one of you guys were about to take over again.”

”Well you’re the one who was in control, so it’s obviously your fault, bitch!”

”Oh FUCK YOU!”

”I’ve had my eye on your collection for a very long time…”

All of the personalities pause and look around as the sinister voice echoes from all around them.  The one known as the “Queen” looks around with a determined look on her face while Kittie and Drew hug onto each other, shaken by the voice, which has turned into a fit of laughter.

”You’re mine, you gloriously sinful whore.”

”I beg your pardon… sir?  Madam?  But we…”

A fast quake causes a flaming crack to open up around the Queen and immediately, she falls in, holding on to the edge of the pit with all of her might as singed clawed hands drag her in as she screams and fights with everything she has.  It isn’t nearly enough as the distorted laughter booms from all around them.  Just then, a young girl walks up to Kittie and tugs on her arm as she huddles in close to the others.

”Eenie, meenie, miney moe, catch a sinner by the toe, if she hollers, rip the fucker off hahahaha…”

”WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?

”I want to smell your sweet skin roasting in my domain, bitch!  Hmmm, I think I’ll save you for last.  A two for one special is always the best.

Kittie shakes her head, not understanding this riddle.  The little one whimpers and Kittie looks down at her to give a reassuring nod.  She starts to say something when Drew catches on fire, screaming in agony.  Kittie holds on, but the fire is far too hot for her to keep her grip for too long.

”The whores are sinfully delicious, but the innocent ones are even more appetizing.

”You leave her alone!”

”BEG!  I always love it when they do that.  Or better yet, try to make a deal.  Spare yourself for her.”

”Okay!”

There is a silence as Kittie looks down at the little girl.  She shakes her head at Kittie, who is still breathing heavily.  Kittie doesn’t know what to expect, until nothing happens at all.  She starts to calm down as the little girl hugs onto her.  Kittie rubs her hands over the girls head as she leans down.  She is still breathing heavily, but calming down quickly.

”What happened to everyone else? Are you going to be okay?”

”I’m going to be just…”

Just then, Kittie feels a pressure building within herself.  It feels like gas, bad gas, until the pain becomes so excruciating.  She stands up, and her entire body tenses up before she explodes into a crimson mist that splatters the little girl from head to toe.  The little girl screams in horror as the laughter  rings all around her once again.  The girl sits down on the ground and begins rocking back and forth.  She doesn’t even know how to react, as she’s in pure shock.  That is when the horned beast makes his presence known.  He places a paw upon her shoulder, a fiery, wicked grin on his face as he looks down at her.

”It’s for the best.  I want to slowly taste your demise...

”Leave me alone!”

”Never…”

She looks around as he has disappeared.  She whimpers once again, only this time, it turns into full out crying.  The little girl is the only one left, and even with the beast gone, she can’t find any comfort in this fact.  She feels the lights dimming all around her as she begins to shake.

“Kittie…  Kittie?”

She looks around, and the white abyss is slowly replaced by a hospital room.  She doesn’t know how she got here, and the tubes scare her as she tries to pull them out.  Synn quickly comes over to her and stops her from doing so.  She begins crying as she looks at Synn and Rage who are standing by her bedside.  She shrinks back as she sees Rage standing there.  Her lips quiver as she quietly sticks her thumb in her mouth.

Synn:  Kittie, you’re going to be just fine.  The doctors said you had a brain hemorrhage, but the surgery was a complete success.

Kittie:  I wanna go home.  Can… can I go home now?

She is surprisingly fluent with the thumb still in her mouth as she looks at Synn with a hopeful look.  He purses his lips in contemplation before slowly shaking his head from side to side.

Kittie:  But I wanna go home!  HOME! HOME! HOME!

Rage:  Calm down, you crazy bitch…

Rage says this under his breath in annoyance.  Kittie looks at him and her eyebrows furl in anger as she removes her thumb just long enough to stick her tongue out at him before replacing it.  Rage laughs in a sadistic tone as Synn dismisses Kittie.  She feels the bandage wrapped around her head.

Synn:  The doctor said that the baby is just fine, so you don’t need to worry about that.  Everything is going to be fine.

Kittie:  Buh… baby?  I… I like babies.

Synn raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t let on too much of his surprise.  Kittie smiles a bit as she slowly lets her body relax now that Rage has gone.  She looks to her bedside table where she sees Snowflake, her blue winter Teddy Bear who is wearing a white tutu.  She rips him off of the table, and hugs onto him for comfort.

Kittie:  Can we name her Ariel?  Like the Little Mermaid?  Ooooh, or Belle!  I like Belle…  Ooooh, we need to go buy diapers. I know just which ones she needs, so…

Kittie slowly begins trying to remove the IV’s from her arm again, hoping that Synn won’t notice, but he does, and he places a firm hand on top of hers, stopping her.

Synn:  You… you didn’t know?  The doctor says that you aren’t very far along, but I assumed that you knew.

Kittie:  Ummmm, how’m I s’posed to know these things when no one tells me.  Kittie never told me anything…

Her face sours as she looks down innocently.  Synn takes a deep breath, understanding what is going on.  The Kittie that he knows is not in charge, but what he doesn’t know is that she never will be again.  He hasn’t ever met this Kittie before, but the way they had come and gone, he just knew she would be back soon enough, and until then, he would have to make sure that this naïve, childlike Kittie were protected.

Kittie:  If I hafta stay in this hospital bed, don’t I at least get some ice cream?  I like vanilla or strawberry.  Chocolate tastes so icky.  Can I have sprinkles too?

Synn:  I’ll let the nurse know.  You just relax in here.  You can turn on the television, but chances are, you won’t understand a word they are saying.

Synn gives Kittie a friendly smile, one that he might offer his own son, from the similarities this Kittie seems to share with him.  Synn steps out of the room, and Kittie turns the television on.  She finds some awkward cartoon, and a smile comes across her face as she sings along with a singing octopus and cupcake duo.  She slowly bops from side to side, finding herself fully immersed in it.  That is, until a voice comes from the hallway.

Rage:  WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON’T HAVE SPRINKLES?!?

There is a loud crashing noise that follows this comment, as Kittie smirks.  She goes back to trying her best to mimic the Thai language spoken in the show, but fails miserably.  The best part is that she doesn’t even seem to care.




I was alone, finally… but I wasn’t the one who wanted them all gone.  She did. What a horrible time for that to happen. I… I was just a little girl, left alone in the midst of a divorce, pregnant, and those… people… the Seven Deadly Sins. They always kind of scared me a little, especially the one they call Peanut Head.  He was so mean to everyone.  The person who made this transition easier was Joshua.  If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know what I would have done.  I had to grow up much quicker than I was prepared for.  I loved Big Kittie, but I promised myself I would never turn into her.  She was full of anger. She was jaded.  She had seen a lot, and I couldn’t fault her for being the way she was.

As hard as I tried, I still found myself to be much more like her than I cared to admit.  I was plagued with the demons of our past, and the horned beast that appeared that day.  I still like to think that I’ve learned how to let go of the anger better than she did.  But, am I any better than her?  No…  She could have raised a child instead of leaving him motherless with an idiot father.  She could have taken the right amount of time to heal her body, and then step back into the ring.  She would have finally found what it was that she was looking for.

Me?  I couldn’t. I just… couldn’t.  I knew that being a child myself, at least mentally, that I couldn’t be a good mother.  I couldn’t be a good wife.  I was always terrible at that when playing house.  I didn’t want to let the anger get the better of me, so I had to stay out of the ring.

But, things happened to me during my time in full control.  I grew up.  I found my niche in the Sins.  I started to kind of enjoy pissing off Peanut Head.  He was just slightly more mature than me, I learned a lot from him.  I learned how to honor Kittie.  I’ve been honoring her the best I can ever since that day… but there is one last way that I can honor her.  I can represent her at the 100th episode of Climax Control.  And, if I’m lucky… I might be able to eliminate that Koji bitch… the one who caused the hemorrhage that killed Kittie and the others off.  The one who threw my entire world into upheaval.  And, all of the other girls who poked fun at Kittie, called her crazy, they will pay too.  I promise you that.

That’s why I agreed to come back for this show.  I wanted to honor my big sister.  If she were still here, she would want to take part in this.  She would want to beat the hell out of these girls.  The ones who made fun of her behind her back like Karina Koji.  The ones who pretended to be friends, only to abandon her when she needed them the most, like Cookie S’Mores and Brandi Shotze.  The ones who don’t have a fucking clue of what Kittie was ever capable of doing, like Liz Smalls, Amanda Cortez, Emma Rose, Laura Jackson, and Faith.  This isn’t about wanting to win.  It isn’t about gaining some sort of glory.  It is about destroying these bitches, the only way Kittie could.  This will be her night.  Our night.  The glory that will come with winning this Battle Royal is most deserved.  Kittie, I’ve got you here…