The World Belongs To Me...

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From the inside of the dark locker room, a camera lies on the ground, somehow having gotten into the possession of Kat, with a red liquid dripping down from the top of it. Despite the red tint on it, Kat can clearly be seen sitting down and sighing loudly. She rubs her hands over her face followed by angrily and rather forcefully through her long hybrid black/blonde hair in what seems to be depressive rage, when she looks at the camera with a smirk while letting out a sound of displeasure once more.

Kat: One distraction...caused by favorite element...Fire, and the older, larger but clearly delusional Angelus believes that I fear her. Considering she believes herself to be a spawn of Satan, isn't it more likely for her apparent leader to have rained hellfire upon the ring to save her from my fists...

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Kat looks at her closed, fisted hands, which can clearly be seen shaking. In a strange but sudden second, one of her fists strikes Kat in the nose, causing her to smash her skull to the ground. She sits back up and touches her nose, feeling the blood drip from it. She sticks her tongue out and licks it as it drips into her mouth while smiling.

Kat: But of course, like every other generic doll here, she believes that her appearance is a factor. I couldn't care less if she represented gluttony in the form of an overweight slob or represented the literal form of beauty...Not that she represents either, as Satan's followers are well known for their piercings and dramatic blue hair...It's a shame that so sure about loving pain and spilling blood on others can suffer from vanity. Kind of contradicting, don't you think?[/color]

Kat rubs the remaining blood off of her nose, and stares at it on her hand, almost as though she was in love with it before licking it off slowly. She lets out a quiet moan and sigh before crawling slightly closer to the red tinted camera, laughing to herself, before quickly changing her expression to a dead serious look, her eyes metaphorically almost burning holes into the camera.

Kat: Sure, I may have had several identities over my life, but I suppose anyone would be a little crazy after just one bad day of the many I've had in my life, that is if they wouldn't just go ahead and commit suicide, like I've considered many times over the years. For every day you probably spent training with some fancy trainer you paid for in your twenties, I was learning how to defend myself on the streets with my bare hands when I was just a teenager...I can tell what you're thinking, "Oh, stop being such a crybaby about your sad, stupid life", but let me tell you something, gothic girl. You're all talk compared to me. Pride yourself on being gothic all you like, no one gives a shit about interests or flashy pyro, all that matters is if you can fight or not, and all we've heard from you is talk. If you're so good, all the best to you, but for someone who claimed she was going to hit me in the head with a chair, and push my buttons, she sure didn't leave much of an impression on me compared to other people in my life. I've seen rear ends more memorable than your face, and I look forward to dissecting your mind... That is, if there aren't other...unplanned distractions. See you outside, when the world belongs to me, miss Visciousness...[/color]

Kat rubs the red liquid off from the camera and slides it over her face. She then kicks the lens of the camera before leaving her locker room, leaving only static.[/font][/center]