Post by kittie on Jan 15, 2010 2:38:57 GMT -5
How does it feel to burn alive inside?
Kittie is shown sitting backstage sitting on some metal boxes used to store MWA equipment as it is moved from arena to arena. There isn’t much light, but the light source seems to be in front of Kittie and below her, making long sinister looking shadows covering the background of the scene. Kittie moves from a sitting position to a crouched position looking down at the camera from atop of the boxes.
Kittie: I‘ve got this burning inside me. This itch, this need.. A desire that I‘ve waited a long time to fulfill. “You know, they say that “waiting is the hardest part”. Or at least a wise man once said that. I have waited a long, long time for what I’ve wanted. Chris Storm, your unending torment is nearly here. My burning desire to rend your flesh and bath in your blood and entrails is nearly at hand. Soon your future will be in an oblong box buried six feet below the surface of the earth. Let me assure you, from experience, that being locked in a casket is a existence changing experience.”
Kittie laughs to herself.
Kittie: “Notice I didn’t say it was a life changing experience? You locked me in a casket and buried me alive when our paths crossed in the past. I’m going to make you feel how I felt. I’m going to make you like me. My mind is shattered and my soul isn’t quite here nor there.”
Kittie taps her temple with her forefinger.
Kittie “And don’t tell anyone by mind is neither here nor there either.”
Kittie holds up her claw like hands.
Kittie: “Do know what it was like when the panic set in after the lid was closed? How I wore down my fingernails as I franticly clawed in vain at the lid of the coffin. How my mind became dizzy and cloudy as my air was quickly used up in the confines of the coffin? How I felt a sense of re-birth after I was freed from my macabre prison? I wasn’t the most sane person before this. You can ask around for anyone that remembers the first time I was here in MWA. But the fragile state of my mind was shattered into a billion pieces. Really, I should be thanking you for setting me free to be who I really am. Then again, what better way to thank you for freeing my mind than to return the favor? Chris Storm, this will be a death for you but take solace in the knowledge that at the end of the tunnel it will be a re-birth as well.”
Kittie hops off the equipment box and stands on the floor looking down at the camera.
Kittie: “Macho Steele. You got off easy. Like I said before, my attack at Revolution and the subsequent match between us was at the request of Sara Sanderson, whom I had owed a favor. Apparently she is not a very big fan of yours. My debt to her is now paid.. However you know posses a shiny sparkly trinket that I covet and someday wish to posses myself. Be warned, if you carry that around too long I may come calling again and this time the outcome will be much different. But I can only focus on one thing at a time so be thankful I am preoccupied at the moment, in the future you may not be as lucky.”
Kittie walks away from the camera, casting one long shadow the engulfs the scene and sends the shot to pitch black.
Kittie is shown sitting backstage sitting on some metal boxes used to store MWA equipment as it is moved from arena to arena. There isn’t much light, but the light source seems to be in front of Kittie and below her, making long sinister looking shadows covering the background of the scene. Kittie moves from a sitting position to a crouched position looking down at the camera from atop of the boxes.
Kittie: I‘ve got this burning inside me. This itch, this need.. A desire that I‘ve waited a long time to fulfill. “You know, they say that “waiting is the hardest part”. Or at least a wise man once said that. I have waited a long, long time for what I’ve wanted. Chris Storm, your unending torment is nearly here. My burning desire to rend your flesh and bath in your blood and entrails is nearly at hand. Soon your future will be in an oblong box buried six feet below the surface of the earth. Let me assure you, from experience, that being locked in a casket is a existence changing experience.”
Kittie laughs to herself.
Kittie: “Notice I didn’t say it was a life changing experience? You locked me in a casket and buried me alive when our paths crossed in the past. I’m going to make you feel how I felt. I’m going to make you like me. My mind is shattered and my soul isn’t quite here nor there.”
Kittie taps her temple with her forefinger.
Kittie “And don’t tell anyone by mind is neither here nor there either.”
Kittie holds up her claw like hands.
Kittie: “Do know what it was like when the panic set in after the lid was closed? How I wore down my fingernails as I franticly clawed in vain at the lid of the coffin. How my mind became dizzy and cloudy as my air was quickly used up in the confines of the coffin? How I felt a sense of re-birth after I was freed from my macabre prison? I wasn’t the most sane person before this. You can ask around for anyone that remembers the first time I was here in MWA. But the fragile state of my mind was shattered into a billion pieces. Really, I should be thanking you for setting me free to be who I really am. Then again, what better way to thank you for freeing my mind than to return the favor? Chris Storm, this will be a death for you but take solace in the knowledge that at the end of the tunnel it will be a re-birth as well.”
Kittie hops off the equipment box and stands on the floor looking down at the camera.
Kittie: “Macho Steele. You got off easy. Like I said before, my attack at Revolution and the subsequent match between us was at the request of Sara Sanderson, whom I had owed a favor. Apparently she is not a very big fan of yours. My debt to her is now paid.. However you know posses a shiny sparkly trinket that I covet and someday wish to posses myself. Be warned, if you carry that around too long I may come calling again and this time the outcome will be much different. But I can only focus on one thing at a time so be thankful I am preoccupied at the moment, in the future you may not be as lucky.”
Kittie walks away from the camera, casting one long shadow the engulfs the scene and sends the shot to pitch black.
