Kitten entered the hotel room, shortly after Anarchy had ended,
and the XWF closed it's doors. She held her ribs, limping slightly in
pain. She was in confusion, most of the night a continuous blur. Though
she had remembered what Jem ad said to her, and she had remembered the
whole last part of the show. It really wasn't the kind of thing you
would forget. Kitten dropped her keys on the table, and curled onto
the couch. She sighed, delirious and over exhausted. It was all too
"....Jem you had interrupted mypeace. I hadn't
meant to snap at you, but I have been in no mood to talk, unless it
is of somethinguseful to me. I have been aware of what was going on
during Anarchy, and I am well aware of the dangers the wrestlers face.
I am just one person, and I can't be everywheere at once. Which is why
Iasked of you to go about your own business, and only come to me when
it is of dire importance, or is in scheduling matches. I have a superior
too, ou know. And I bet he is unhappy of what has gone on. This is both
of our asses, now. Not just mine.. not just yours."
She had allowed a cameraman to follow her to her house, blindfolded
to make sure her hideout was not revealed. She had some words to say.
Though she felt no one would hear her at all.
"I don't even know if you are conscious to
hear what I am saying. I don't even know if you care at all. But that
was not me tonight. If you would like me to be honest I really haven't
been around at all. I took "Stay Awakes" before Anarchy, so
I could finish all the paperwork I have neglected the apst couple of
days in my rest. Already, these past couple of months have been drawing
too long, and I had told you it is not easy. But now I am here, and
I have been wanting to speak with you. And I hope you reach me to speak
soon. Hopefully, after our match. But for now, I hope I have made it
perfectly clear to you that our hides are on the line. Something is
happening to the show. Even if we had worked together through all of
this, it would still be a mystery. Something is happening."
Kitten stared into space for a few minutes, touching a cheek that was
scratched int he Main Event of Anarchy's schedule.
"I still have no idea what happened in the last of Anarchy. I don't
even know what to make of Shuriken. All I know is that we got too involved,
and that was a major mistake. But a message to dear Shuriken. Shuriken,
dear boy. You ever lay a hand on me again and you will wish your ninja
ass off taht you never stepped foot into my ring. I had no issues with
you. I was dealing with a co-worker. I really do not know why you pulled
me off of him, anyhow. Though I do know that Jem and I's fight took
place at the wrong time. My only mistake besides the Stay Awake pills
that night... you know what? I don't know what I am saying anymore..
that is the old Kitten.. not me.. not now. Frankly, I really could have
cared less as to why Shuriken pulled me off of Jem.. or why Jem seems
to ahte me so much. It really doesn't matter at all. But the night was
confusing, I will admit that. Truely confusing."
Kitten's long fingers trailed upthe side of the couch, and to her pocket
where she pulled out a ciggarette, and lit it. She took a heavy drag,
filling herself with the cloud of cancer. Perhaps it would bring death
to her more quickly, or maybe it was jsut adding to the pain.
"Jem, you used your finisher on me. Which
tell me that this is no longer a game, and you are no longer anything
remotely close to a friend. Unless seer changes are made, I am not going
to hold bak, I am not going to care, and I will lose every sense of
reason that I havewhen we step into the ring together for our match.
It may not sound convincing enough for you... but if changes aren't
made.... you shall realize soon enough."
Kitten sat up, still holding her ribcage. She waved the camera away
slightly, as she said one last thing.
"Things are happening on my show.. they are
not tolerated and they will not happen any longer. I will find parties
responsible. I already have a few in mind. Be prepared, because the
real Kitten will come out, and then there will be no stopping the pain."
The camera cut off. Kitten stared in silence at the cameraman, who stared
back with the same volume.
"Let's take you home."
Kitten had taken the cameraman home. He wasn't happy about being blindfolded,
or told to shut up several times. But alas, Kitten returned... just
as she was before. She walked to her bedroom, pulling the comforter
back to lie down. She flopped upon the mattress, and stared up to the
"All my thoughts are lost, and I am no
longer understanding what should be so easy to understand. I sit alone
in my own mind for hours, watching time pass by so quickly.... in astonishment.
For the lvoe of christ.. if anyone can hear me please tell me what to
do. Please tell me. Mother..... Please help me."
Warm tears formed in Kitten's eyes as they had so many times before.
The phone rang.
"Hello?... YOU!.... I've missed you so much.....
how are you? What have you been doing?.......you---you what? You heard
me?.......yeah....I-... I know. Yes... forever more. Bye."
Bianca had called. Words of wisdom from a friend who cares. Even though
she had decided to stay away from the XWF for a while.. to stay away
from the drama and the misconceptions and pain. For getting captured
by Bigg Rigg.... he would find his punishment in time. Somewhere down
the line he would wind up worse off than Kitten, crying like a baby
in a pool of his own vomit and waste wondering what HE had done to deserve
all the hurt and suffering. They all would. Kitten would find her peace.
But not them. They would all perish in torturous hell... at least that's
what Kitten wanted.
"Soon, Jem...... maybe then you will see that I am not a toy, I
am not a fool. I will not be taken for granted, and I will not be taken
lightly. I am a woman of power. And it is not being General Manager
of Anarchy. I will be heard. It is jsut so sad, that you have to be
the victim of my final call......."