Post by Deleted on May 3, 2012 19:22:13 GMT -5
The night before the Pay-Per-View. Kat stood alone in the empty ring, which was already prepared for the event. A smirk pops on her face as she remembers her highlights of her career, such as when she won a battle royal with her blood pouring down her face to recieve her first title match, and her hellacious brawl in the Hell in a Cell. Practising her combat, she shadow boxes, while kicking at the air. In an adrenaline rush, she runs towards the turnbuckle, using her feet to balance on the pads and do a quick backflip back to the middle of the ring. Despite the fact that most people would have their mind entirely focused on their training, Kat could not stop thinking about what had happened on the previous night. She had spent so long in anger and deep blooded frustration that she had lost her humanity, and almost became a monster. If it were only a few short months ago, she would have assaulted anyone that went near her, and now she had slept with someone for the first time in her life, willingly. This was the same girl that brutally shortened the careers of 3 people and intimidated 7 foot giants without looking back. Now here she was, scarring her mind trying to solve how it had all happened. She rubs her hands through her noir hair then throws them to the ground in frustration.
"Why me? Why of all the fucking people did it have to be me?"
Dropping to her knees, Kat grips her head and groans when suddenly she sees someone standing in front of her. She looks up to see herself, but with blonde hair, dressed more refined than her, and smoking a cigarette, which the clone blows in her darker haired counterpart's face.
"Clearly your so called exorcism of me didn't work out so well, did it?"
Kat lets out a deep sigh and puts her hands in her face. Of all things to happen, the last thing she needed was a haunting of her previous persona pissing her off.
"Fuck me...I thought I killed "The Blackbird" after that Hell in a Cell match. You were erased for fuck's sake. And why are you smoking? Are you supposed to be the devil on my shoulder or something? Because I obviously know I'm straight edge, so you're a pretty piss poor attempt."
The bizarro Katie simply takes another puff from her cigarette, again blowing it in her face. She gives her a middle finger, exposing her tattooed hand, with black finger nails. She then takes her shirt off for no apparent reason.
"Fuck up. When I was around, I got business done. I didn't just cry about Miss Mary and touch myself over some disgusting blonde latina slut. No, I was on top of the Diva's Division of GZWA. I beat the entire roster while covered in my own fucking blood! What have you done? Nothing. By the way, I'm not your beloved Blackbird."
Kat stands up and gets in the face of what she realises to be the personification of the things she hates most in live. Slutty, tattooed and a smoker.
"I can tell that. At least she had some backbone. You're the real nothing. You were just a sycophantic slave who didn't know you were being manipulated by two she-devils."
"I was with two respectable paragons of integrity. They treated me like their child, and I loved them as though they were both my mother. Look at you, having intimate relations with the type of street rat that won't give you a second glance tomorrow. Your illusion of love will come back to kill you as it has before."
Kat grabs the blonde by her bra straps and pulls her close, a look of anger in her face. She didn't take too kindly to people close to her being insulted.
"Shut the fuck up. What Katrina and I have is special."
The blonde laughs heartily and looks at her noir doppelgänger with a cocky smirk.
"Just as special as it was with Sarah?"
Kat's eyes widen. Sarah Draven. There was a name she longed to forget. Even though her very own black hair she had adapted lately was in tribute to her after her death. She struggled to speak.
"S-Sarah? Sarah's dead and buried. I'm over her. Katrina might be the one for me."
"Sure she will. The one who you end up being killed by. That slut's the worst thing you've ever let yourself be touched by."
Kat smirks and headbutts the blonde girl, sending her to the ground. She puts her hands behind her back and turns around. Suddenly, the blonde haired beauty dives on top of Kat, and turns her around. To her surprise, the face of her copy had transformed. Now her eye had disappeared and blood was dripping from her face onto Kat, who screamed at her to get off while desperately trying to remove her. It positions itself closer to her, the two being nose to nose, and roars at Kat in a deformed voice as it repeats a ghostly quote.
Bloody Mary, I killed your baby... Bloody Mary, I killed your baby... Bloody Mary, I killed your baby...
Just as it's mouth opens, Kat sits up and lets out a blood curdling scream. This is when she realises that she has awakened from a deep sleep while sitting in the middle of the ring. She looks at herself, noticing that she is covered in sweat, but a look of horror appears on her face when she notices her white shirt has blood on it, which is dripping from her face. Quickly rubbing her face, she realises her nose is bleeding and laughs as she realises it is nothing to worry about.
"Bloody Mary, eh...Probably best that I not tell Katrina about this..."
Kat lies back down and lets herself rest.
"Agreed..."
"Why me? Why of all the fucking people did it have to be me?"
Dropping to her knees, Kat grips her head and groans when suddenly she sees someone standing in front of her. She looks up to see herself, but with blonde hair, dressed more refined than her, and smoking a cigarette, which the clone blows in her darker haired counterpart's face.
"Clearly your so called exorcism of me didn't work out so well, did it?"
Kat lets out a deep sigh and puts her hands in her face. Of all things to happen, the last thing she needed was a haunting of her previous persona pissing her off.
"Fuck me...I thought I killed "The Blackbird" after that Hell in a Cell match. You were erased for fuck's sake. And why are you smoking? Are you supposed to be the devil on my shoulder or something? Because I obviously know I'm straight edge, so you're a pretty piss poor attempt."
The bizarro Katie simply takes another puff from her cigarette, again blowing it in her face. She gives her a middle finger, exposing her tattooed hand, with black finger nails. She then takes her shirt off for no apparent reason.
"Fuck up. When I was around, I got business done. I didn't just cry about Miss Mary and touch myself over some disgusting blonde latina slut. No, I was on top of the Diva's Division of GZWA. I beat the entire roster while covered in my own fucking blood! What have you done? Nothing. By the way, I'm not your beloved Blackbird."
Kat stands up and gets in the face of what she realises to be the personification of the things she hates most in live. Slutty, tattooed and a smoker.
"I can tell that. At least she had some backbone. You're the real nothing. You were just a sycophantic slave who didn't know you were being manipulated by two she-devils."
"I was with two respectable paragons of integrity. They treated me like their child, and I loved them as though they were both my mother. Look at you, having intimate relations with the type of street rat that won't give you a second glance tomorrow. Your illusion of love will come back to kill you as it has before."
Kat grabs the blonde by her bra straps and pulls her close, a look of anger in her face. She didn't take too kindly to people close to her being insulted.
"Shut the fuck up. What Katrina and I have is special."
The blonde laughs heartily and looks at her noir doppelgänger with a cocky smirk.
"Just as special as it was with Sarah?"
Kat's eyes widen. Sarah Draven. There was a name she longed to forget. Even though her very own black hair she had adapted lately was in tribute to her after her death. She struggled to speak.
"S-Sarah? Sarah's dead and buried. I'm over her. Katrina might be the one for me."
"Sure she will. The one who you end up being killed by. That slut's the worst thing you've ever let yourself be touched by."
Kat smirks and headbutts the blonde girl, sending her to the ground. She puts her hands behind her back and turns around. Suddenly, the blonde haired beauty dives on top of Kat, and turns her around. To her surprise, the face of her copy had transformed. Now her eye had disappeared and blood was dripping from her face onto Kat, who screamed at her to get off while desperately trying to remove her. It positions itself closer to her, the two being nose to nose, and roars at Kat in a deformed voice as it repeats a ghostly quote.
Bloody Mary, I killed your baby... Bloody Mary, I killed your baby... Bloody Mary, I killed your baby...
Just as it's mouth opens, Kat sits up and lets out a blood curdling scream. This is when she realises that she has awakened from a deep sleep while sitting in the middle of the ring. She looks at herself, noticing that she is covered in sweat, but a look of horror appears on her face when she notices her white shirt has blood on it, which is dripping from her face. Quickly rubbing her face, she realises her nose is bleeding and laughs as she realises it is nothing to worry about.
"Bloody Mary, eh...Probably best that I not tell Katrina about this..."
Kat lies back down and lets herself rest.
"Agreed..."