Post by The Madness Menagerie on Aug 26, 2020 15:05:51 GMT -5
“R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find out what it means to me!”
Aretha Franklin’s powerful anthem rings out as a gospel choir is highlighted by spotlights on stage. In front, dancing with the lead singer is Zephyr, hands in her hoodie pockets as the backdrop lights up with the word “Respect.” The choir softly begins humming as Zephyr takes a mic and twirls smoothly to the forefront, a spotlight illuminating her.
Zephyr Quinn: Ironic hmm? Up here, on a stage with a spotlight on me after Catalina and Kit Marlowe served me up a piece of humble pie.
She pauses as the choir continues to hum behind her, gently swaying like leaves in the wind.
Zephyr Quinn: I’m not going to lie Catalina, you caught me by surprise, but right now, I can’t… I can’t continue before I address a few things.
The camera zooms in on her face as she stares intently into the lens, her voice soft and deadly.
Zephyr Quinn: There you are Max Knox. Heard what you had to say about me.
The camera zooms slowly out as Zephyr remains cool and collected… Barely.
Zephyr Quinn: What I said to Jack at WAR was something that I feel, deep down in this thing I call a soul; needed to be said. It needed to be said, put out there for all to absorb that that Carnage World Title? It’s a heavy burden to bear but it needs to stay home. It needs to stay in Carnage where it’s champion holds it and the prestige, the LEGACY behind it in their very hands. What I said to Jack... Mick Knox, and yes, I got the name wrong on purpose, you buzzard.
She smirks and winks knowingly at the camera.
Zephyr Quinn: You’re a talented dude, but I wouldn’t have thought that you would stoop to some… Juvenile insults hurled at me like you’re on Twitter. You talk about “respect” but how about you show some and come talk to me face to face instead of hiding behind barbed words? Do you know what another word for “veteran” is Knox? Do you know WHY I was able to beat Jack? Because the word Knox, is “comfortable.” Veterans of that ring are comfortable in what they do, it’s almost effortless to watch them in the ring and they keep an eye out for talent, talent such as Adrienne Levi. Tell me Matt, do you have the same “respect” for her that you do me? Would you call her a sniveling child asking to eat at the adult table if she found it in herself to stand up for herself? YOU taught her to find that fire Matt, to fight for what she believes in, and you’re going to degrade yourself to childish insults?
The choir finishes and departs as Zephyr is left alone, RESPECT still highlighting the stage behind her.
Zephyr Quinn: In this business, and Knox, I’m sure you’ve learned this lesson time and time again; it all boils down to respect. It all boils down to saying what you do and doing what you say. I said what I did at WAR because in my heart of hearts, I BELIEVE what I said. I stepped right up to Jack Michaels, the person who is arguably Carnage’s best World Champion of all time, and I said my piece. I let him SEE who I was and I took what he told me in response right back. Matt, I have respect for that man and he has respect for me. Like it or not, I said what needed to be said; when no one else was adult enough to do so. I earned my place on this roster, and you have the NERVE to call me a “child?!” If you wanted to get shown up by an upstart like me, all you had to do was ask. You have your own light, your own stock to consider since you signed on that dotted line.
“RESPECT” burns out behind Zephyr, leaving her in the spotlight.
Zephyr Quinn: And much like Catalina’s bright ass nova that IS her stock as a Carnage star, it’s bound to burn out sooner or later.
Zephyr gives one last smile before the spotlight also burns out, leaving everything in complete darkness.
Belle Silva’s Apartment - The day after WAR:
Zephyr Quinn: Was it TRUE though?
Belle smiles as she watches Zephyr lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling and musing to herself. Belle shakes her head and gently pats Zephyr on the forehead before turning around and returning to the super awesome and exciting task of… Folding the laundry.
Belle Silva: I don’t know Zephyr, you know I stand with you no matter what, and after getting over the shock of you interrupting my show…
Belle squints at Zephyr who gives her another apologetic look. Belle had no idea Zephyr was going to crash Jack Michaels’ special appearance, but of course understood the fire and the reason behind it. Zephyr was thought of as nothing more than “another monster.” She wanted to change that perception of her and if she wanted to accomplish that… Sometimes taking those chances and the shots following was worth it.
Belle Silva: I agree with all the points you make. The Carnage World Champion should remain loyal to the federation they reign over. But Zephyr, I don’t understand the politics behind it, I’m not in that deep because, I’d rather NOT be in that deep with all of it. Just… Let me interview the people that the Legion want to hear from and move on. I care about my job, but not enough to get wrapped up in all of that… Behind the scenes stuff.
Zephyr sighs and flips around to her belly, watching Belle move through the laundry, almost effortlessly. Zephyr could get lost watching Belle for hours, but quickly snaps herself out of it.
Zephyr Quinn: Right, but Babe…
Belle growls playfully as she rolls her eyes. She’s made it quite clear how she felt about generic pet names.
Zephyr Quinn: Sorry. But Belle, I had my chance to make an impact and it feels like I squandered it. Like… Jack came right back swinging like nothing I’ve ever seen before…
Belle smiles and puts down Zephyr’s one hundredth hoodie in her collection. She didn’t mind though, one of Belle’s favorite things to do was steal Zephyr’s hoodies and wear them around the house. Zephyr always bought them big, which made for awesome warm and cuddly feelings. Gently kneeling before Zephyr, Belle strokes her girlfriend’s cheek, looking into her eyes.
Belle Silva: Zephyr… You’re the only one that came out and said what you believed in, face to face, eye to eye with the likes of Jack Michaels. Later in the night you fought valiantly with Trent to capture the tag team championships and fell, just shy…
Zephyr shifts uncomfortably, the memory still fresh in her mind.
Belle Silva: But you KNOW why people are always knocked down from the high road they chose to travel right?
Zephyr shakes her head, trying to cast her gaze away from Belle’s loving stare. She didn’t deserve that kind of care in the world. Knowing her thoughts, Belle takes Zephyr gently by the chin and pulls her gaze back up to her’s.
Belle Silva: So they can show the world that it doesn’t matter how many times they get knocked down. They will ALWAYS get back up, ALWAYS maintain the fight, and ALWAYS find a way to come out a winner. At the end of the day Zephyr, those belts that mean SO much to SO many people?
Belle smiles and gets closer to Zephyr. At this point, Zephyr has no choice but to give into Belle’s gaze.
Belle Silva: Look at us Zephyr. Look at our relationship. There ARE no titles and we go out into the world and we are our best selves. YOU, Zephyr, are and forever will be, MY champion. No one in the world will be able to change that. Not Jack Michaels. Not Catalina Cortes. Not some rat… Wait…
Belle pulls away from Zephyr, her face quizzical.
Belle Silva: You never DID tell me what happened when you got locked into his room with him…
Zephyr smiles knowingly and gives Belle a peck on the tip of her nose.
Zephyr Quinn: Because that’s exactly what happened. Now, what was that about me being your favorite champion of all time?
Belle laughs lightly as the two meet for a brief yet passionate kiss. Belle breaks apart and goes back to folding laundry as Zephyr turns to her back to once again stare at the ceiling, a smile on her lips as she closes her eyes.
Belle Silva: You know what we need?
Zephyr opens her eyes slowly, looking at Belle from where she lay.
Belle Silva: A nice and relaxing time. Something not wrestling related. Just a chance to get out and enjoy a day…
Belle gets a thoughtful and knowing expression on her face as this time it’s Zephyr’s turn to look quizzical. Belle laughs before tossing the laundry back in the basket from whence it came and instead digs around in a dresser briefly, pulling out her bikini. Zephyr’s mouth drops open as Belle smiles.
Belle Silva: We need a chance to go to the beach…
Zephyr stammers and is able to get out a fleeting protest.
Zephyr Quinn: I’ve… Never been? Isn’t it just dirt and water?
Belle smiles as she takes hops on Zephyr and lays a kiss on her before hopping back up and starting to get things together.
Belle Silva: That… And so much more. The beach is a place for people to just… Go and relax, forget about the world for a little bit. Something that we both need to do. Come on, we’ll stop and get you something to wear on the way.
Zephyr barely has time to react as Belle slings a bag over her shoulder and takes Zephyr by the arm, pulling her to her feet and out the door.
A gentle breeze drifts lazily through the air. A weeping willow in the distance gently waves and it’s almost hard to resist the urge to wave back. The sun slowly rises through the trees, the rays of light gently painting Zephyr in a heavenly glow. She looks relaxed, laying on the side of a grassy knoll, the tree her shade as the sun rises behind her.
Zephyr Quinn: Are you upset that I didn’t talk much, didn’t say your name much when I addressed Mitch Knox’s recent comments about your’s truly? I know how hard it is to go longer than twenty seconds without hearing your name, so I just wanted to make sure you were still with me.
The camera pans out over the horizon, a gentle light forces the darkness of the nighttime sky away and ushers in the blue sky most people have come to know and love. Zephyr sighs as she crosses her legs and bounces her foot, keeping her arms behind her head and her gaze lost in the sky.
Zephyr Quinn: You’ve done something, you and Marlowe, did something that I haven’t experienced since the couple of times Mac Bane slapped some respect into me and took my then named “Wonderland Championship” and turned it back into the Baltimore Championship. You took me to my favorite, hole in the wall spot, and you offered to pay as I indulged in a piece of humble pie.
A slight smile plays against her lips.
Zephyr Quinn: I assume a fight was what you were looking for when you challenged Trent and I to a falls count anywhere match. I hope I delivered on that part, but there’s something you need to hear and understand. Soak in it like a sponge absorbs water on a counter.
Zephyr pauses, focused on choosing the correct words.
Zephyr Quinn: You are a fast rising star in Carnage. A star burning brighter than any other. It might take more than just me, it might take you losing those titles, because trust me Cat, no one stays a champ forever. Just ask Mr. 518 Day Retiree Jack Michaels. He had the longest reign at the top and what happened when he encountered his end? Did you even ink your contract at that point Catalina? It doesn’t matter because, spoiler alert, he lost his title in a glorious match that… Well, I honestly don’t believe anyone could have asked for better. It’s the very definition of what everyone on this roster strives for, or at least be striving for. To part of something that big and have such a massive impact that changes the landscape of Carnage forever.
Zephyr stops and stretches her arms and legs out, her long, lanky frame making her look more like she’s trying to impersonate a stick. She sighs happily though and folds her hands on her stomach as she recrosses her legs, this time opposite before bouncing her foot again.
Zephyr Quinn: That’s what we had at WAR Catalina. It wasn’t some petty fight and I apologize that I misinterpreted the person you are trying to be. You aren’t some arrogant star of a family of legends…
You’re a trailblazer and want to add some prestige to that tag division. I can honestly say that I understand and respect that now. Here’s the thing though…
Zephyr pauses and suddenly looks at the camera.
Zephyr Quinn: I was right there where you are now. Top of my game, that Baltimore title firmly in my grasp. At one point, I was undefeated and had yet to be pinned or tapped out. I bragged and boasted until everyone was tired of me and do you know what happened after that? I got the shit slapped out of my mouth and respect ended up replacing it. I WAS that shining star that you are now Catalina. I let everyone around me know about it and then one day, it was all gone. Never thought that day would come, but it did.
Zephyr smiles, a strange expression before her gaze refocuses on the sky above her.
Zephyr Quinn: There’s an age old adage Catalina and it goes something like this. “We fall to learn how to get back up again.” We fight and we fight for our place in this life Cat and at the end of the day, we are either left standing and weary, or relearning how to get back up on that horse that knocked us down in the first place. Some people don’t even try again, they disappear in their own despair…
I’ve learned from my mistakes Catalina and if nothing else, I’ve learned that in this business, EVERYONE falls at least once. Everyone fails to meet that three count and everyone eventually has to learn how to get back up once again. Your day to learn that lesson has come Catalina. What happened at WAR was my wake up call and I’ve gotten right back up again. At Chaos? It’s your turn to learn that lesson. Sometimes, even the biggest, brightest, and best star can rise into the air, and inevitably be extinguished no matter how bright, big, and best it was. A new day dawns and it’s high time this star finds her place in the sky again.
Zephyr winks before the camera pulls upward, showing the sun just above the horizon and bringing with it the new day.
A bright and shiny day, a gentle breeze blows as Belle pulls her car into a parking spot on the boardwalk. It wasn’t EVERYDAY that Belle went to the beach in her time away from Carnage… It rained some of those days. She smiles as Zephyr glowers at the bright sand and waving waters. They had gone shopping only hours before, Zephyr finally settling on a sleeveless hoodie and a pair of board shorts, and Belle a new bikini to add to her already growing collection.
Zephyr Quinn: Are you SURE this is a good idea though? Like… Aren’t we both local personalities? Do we really need to be out in public?
Belle laughs before squeezing Zephyr’s elbow and then getting out of the car. Zephyr sighs and gives one last scowl through the window before forgoing the shield of the car and getting out to follow Belle. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the general public, but lately everyone that has seen her has wanted to know what happened with Lab Rat King. Or being thwarted by Catalina. Or what it was like to drive Mia’s head through a mirror. Maybe after she was done stammering, they asked for a picture and/or an autograph, but it was all so much to take in at once. Being famous was for the birds. She’s mentioned this to Belle, but she only shrugged it off and said something about it coming with the territory.
Belle Silva: Grab the stuff would you Zeph? I’ll go scope us a good spot!
Zephyr grimaces but consents as Belle runs off to get their spot. She knew how to flaunt her body and Zephyr could certainly appreciate that, especially when Belle knew people would be watching. She sighs and grabs the supplies, piling everything as best that could be done on top of the cooler, and starts to hobble after Belle. Of course, Belle found the best spot any beach goer could ask for, as far away from the car as Zephyr could possibly imagine. She sets everything down as gingerly as possible as Belle starts to later herself in lotion.
Zephyr Quinn: So this is ‘going to the beach’ huh? It’s… Uhm… It’s nice?
Zephyr scratches the back of her neck as she squints into the scorching sun. Quickly realizing that’s a bad idea, she grabs her sunglasses and starts to set up an umbrella. Belle smiles and lays down on the towel Zephyr had laid out for her and tosses Zephyr a bottle of sun lotion as she turns around.
Belle Silva: Get my back would you?
Zephyr shrugs and applies the lotion but stops as Belle reaches up and undoes the back of her top.
Belle Silva: Tan lines…
Zephyr stares horrified at Belle’s exposed back before cautiously applying the lotion and noting the looks drawn from the people around her. Belle turns to face Zephyr, holding her top up to her ample chest.
Belle Silva: And this my dearest, is why I decided you needed time away from that ring, away from the locker room. Loosen up, let loose, and screw the critics. Get lost in the seriousness of it all and you might miss something that you will regret later.
With a coy smile, Belle steals a glance at the onlookers as she gets up on her knees, her back to them as she lets her top slip. A sight only for Zephyr as Belle casually wraps a towel around her top.
Belle Silva: Who knows? Maybe lightening up outside the ring will lead to you becoming better inside. You come from a dark place but you HAVE to see it all at this point Zephyr…
She pauses as Zephyr looks deeply into her eyes and then gazes out onto the horizon. The seagulls cried to each other with joy of another day as the waves came gently onto the shore. The sounds around Zephyr entranced her, pushed her into a realm, into a feeling she wasn’t quite familiar with, but welcomed it like an old friend regardless.
Calm.
Zephyr takes a deep breath and smiles. Belle smiles back and nods, taking Zephyr by the hand and dragging her down onto the sand. They roll around together, playfully, before Belle rolls on top of Zephyr, looking lovingly down into her eyes.
Belle Silva: You’re a fighter, plain and simple. But Ms. Fighter, there is a world outside that ring, outside of a tragic past, and outside the drama of it all. Isn’t it worth it to just… Get a chance to enj…
Belle doesn’t have a chance to finish as Zephyr suddenly rolls on top of Belle, readjusting the towel discreetly. As fun as the viewing was, Zephyr would prefer that particular “little thing to enjoy” was for her and her only. Belle notices and smiles, however that is the only thing she has a chance to do as Zephyr leans down and kisses Belle passionately. When Zephyr finally pulls away, Belle is left breathless.
Zephyr Quinn: You are my light, my love… My reason for being better than yesterday… Belle, I…
Belle reaches up and gently puts a finger on Zephyr's lips, meeting her glance.
Belle Silva: I know…
The two share another smile. Finishing setting up camp for the day, the two enjoy the rest of the day at the beach, forever enjoying the little things in life.
Zephyr Quinn: You’re probably getting tired of me saying your name by now Catalina. I’d be lying if I were to say that there wasn’t a small part of me that really enjoys that.
The camera focuses on Zephyr, standing once again in the middle of black, her trademark hoodie on, the hood up as she speaks.
Zephyr Quinn: There are several lessons I’ve learned since figuring out that I had to do some more digging to find my spot on this roster Cat. I’ve kicked, clawed, and scraped. At one point, I was riding that same supernova that carries you presently. Enjoy it all and take some time to enjoy the little things on the side. Hell, I hope you even took time to do your nails or something while I addressed someone who has no idea what on Earth he’s talking about.
Everything is fleeting, everything is brittle, and everything is temporary. These are inevitable facts of life and you know, deep down that one day, you’re going to lose your first match, and you’re going to taste the bitterness of your own humble pie. Take it from someone with experience having their fair share, it gets easier to stomach over time, but it’s never easy. At the end of the day, all you can do is enjoy the ride, and when the time comes for your star, as annoying as it might be…
She smiles and winks at the camera.
Zephyr Quinn: To burn out… When it’s time for you to eat that first slice of humble pie. It’s easier to have a friend there to foot the bill and help you back up along the way. I’ll see you soon you supernova you… Keep shining bright and I promise you Catalina, you’re not going to get anything but my best. Keep going and pushing and striving for more. You WILL fall one day though and all I can hope is that you take a moment to enjoy the fact that you had the experience in the first place.
With that Zephyr snaps her fingers and the screen cuts to black.
Post by Super Smash Cat Inc on Aug 30, 2020 22:53:35 GMT -5
“This is my most brilliant idea ever!” said Catalina.
Christopher Marlowe sat across from her, typing away on his laptop, a hot breeze blowing through the Starbucks patio Catalina had once again blocked off to the public using police tape. When Marlowe didn’t respond after several seconds, Catalina cleared her throat, loudly and repeatedly. Marlowe took the hint, peaking over the screen and then back to it. “Hmm?”
“Beating Trent Steel and Zephyr Quinn was no small accomplishment,” Catalina continued. “But now I have to beat Zephyr again. She bounced back from a death match with Mia and nearly took our tag belts. I can still barely feel my knee after that last Massacre we hit her with. Zephyr’s got that kind of superhuman resiliency that I just don’t have. So I’ll have to get some.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment. Marlowe let it hang, as he could never be sure when Catalina was done talking at him. Once enough time had passed, he finally replied, eyes focused on his screen all the while. “If it’s all the same,” he said. “I think I’m going to sit this one out. Deadlines and all that.”
“I’d never dream of risking your life in this quest, m'lady,” Catalina said. “For I will be hunting Carnage’s most dangerous prey.”
“Best of luck,” Marlowe said, over the sounds of clacking keys.
Pulling her phone from her purse, Catalina’s thumbs crafted a text. “But first, a trial run. I’ll test my skills on a more vulnerable target.”
The text was written, the recipient: one Adrienne Levi.
HEY GIRL LET’S GET COFFEE ≧◡≦!!!!!!
Catalina sent it and waited for her prey.
***
Catalina squeezed every bit of home she could into her Baltimore studio apartment. There was her Nintendo Switch, her Todoroki merch(multiple wall scrolls, a body pillow and one set of footie pajamas), and her 600-foot spool of nylon rope. The spool lie ominously next to her computer chair, daring any visitors to ask about it. Adrienne Levi and Catalina sat on the couch, a cushion between them, awkwardly sipping coffee and avoiding conversation. Catalina wondered if Adrienne had noticed the rope.
“Don’t worry about the rope,” Catalina said.
Levi had taken Catalina’s invitation to attempt to become more familiar, more friendly with other denizens of Carnage. So far it wasn’t that she didn’t like Cortes, it was just that there wasn’t much to say other than niceties. Now very aware of the rope, Adrienne’s expression went from ease to a growing concern. But maybe Catalina was moving or something.
“Okay.”
Looking at her phone for a moment, she fired a text off to Matt Knox: I should have listened.
“So do you like … stuff?” Adrienne said with the hopes of steering this meeting into something fun. First impressions were a lot, sure. But Adrienne was shy with meeting new people. Maybe Catalina was, too.
Catalina choked on a drink of coffee, her plotting interrupted by Adrienne’s voice. “Yeah,” she choked. “I mean a lot of stuff, really. There’s my Twitch channel, which has forty-three subscribers, which means I’m seven away from being an affiliate. Anime, film, video games. You write slash? I’m working on a Knox/Winter piece about how they’re mean to each other on Twitter to hide their true feelings, and when they finally stop hiding, oh boy does it get steamy. It’s also a commentary on toxic masculinity.”
Fidgeting slightly at this line of questioning, Adrienne answered softly. “I wasn’t sure what slash was until well, I guess you explained it.”
She took a small sip of her coffee before carefully setting the mug back down on the coaster. Adrienne liked most of those things. She would probably be considered a poser as she didn’t really know most of the names of anime girl shirts she had - sort of like the one she was wearing today. But then the thought of Alex Winter and Matt Knox sharing a chaste kiss entered her mind briefly and Adrienne did her best to send that one back down into the chasms.
“But that’s really cool. I’ll become number forty-four if that's alright with you.”
Catalina patted her shoulder. “That’d be so cool! Look at us, bonding over coffee and hypothetical relationships.” She turned her attention to the rope. “The rope isn’t for you, by the way. It’s for someone much bigger and much more dangerous.”
There was only one person who fit that bill. Every other person could be reasoned with or possibly backed down from their urges. Casting another glance at the pile of rope, Adrienne considered if Catalina was just trying to make another joke.
“You’re not serious, are you?” Adrienne said hesitantly not wanting to offend her host.
One hand went theatrically to Catalina’s chest in feigned indignation, a motion worthy of Christopher Marlowe. “Ade, girl, what the heck? You know how tough it is for a woman to get ahead in wrestling. Honestly, I thought you’d be more supportive. Of course I’m serious. Lab Rat King has superhuman monster blood, and I gotta get me some of that. She-Hulk got her powers through a blood transfusion. It’s the same principle. Can you imagine how unstoppable I’ll be?”
Everyone saw that blood. It was all over the mat and cage during the encounter with Mitch Heart. Adrienne had finally decided to watch the fight just for some perspective. However, she also saw Zane King after the show. Saw the congealed blackish blood smeared all over concrete walls as he just moved around in that small space. Saw the odd discolorations in various parts of his massive muscle bound body.
“I don’t mean to be mean but could the way his blood looked also be because he’s sick?” Adrienne probably meant this as a thought but a flare of concern made her voice it out loud. Continuing that, she spoke trying to maintain eye contact with Catalina. “And that it could make you sick?”
“Actually,” Catalina said, hopping up from her couch to inspect her checkerboard backpack. “I haven’t thought about that. I’m sure I can find somebody to analyze it. First things first, gotta get that blood. Wanna come with? I might need a distraction. We can make it a whole girls night.” She pulled an Umbreon hoodie on and grabbed a flashlight from her kitchen drawer, before giving Adrienne a spin. “This look okay for sneaking?”
Subconsciously, Adrienne touched her neck. While the conversation with Zane had lessened some of the fears she held for him, that one moment still stayed.
“Maybe. I’ve never done that kind of stuff before. I’m not sure you should either. Zane King isn’t an animal.”
Standing up, she straightened out the legs of her jeans. She eyed the door. Adrienne’s idea of a girl’s night out was sharing some wine coolers and maybe gossiping. No mean rumors, of course. Not dying at the hands of Lab Rat King.
“I don’t think I can stop you. Your heart really seems set on this. So hopefully … I’ll see you at the show.”
Catalina gave a thumb up as she headed out the door. “That’s what I’m talking about! Women supporting women! Don’t worry, I have no doubt this is gonna go swimmingly. Feel free to hang out. We can get a pizza and play Mario Kart when I get back.”
With Catalina gone, Adrienne took her up on her offer. Eventually, she stared at an unopened pack of Double Stuf Oreos on the kitchen counter. Despite no one being in the room, she whispered, “Maybe just one. Or two...”
***
In less than twenty-four hours the Carnage Arena would be packed(according to COVID-19 guidelines) with screaming fans. The Legion would flock to their Coliseum. But in the wee hours of the night, only one soul dared enter the darkened arena. Flashlight in hand, Catalina prowled the winding corridor. Her Umbreon hoodie and checkerboard backpack allowed her to blend into the background, chameleon-like, to anything with baseline human senses. Coming to the locker rooms, she dropped to one knee, unzipping her backpack in the ghostly silence. The flashlight stayed off. She only brought it along as a last resort and a security blanket. Giving away her position would be the last mistake she ever made.
Catalina often regretted talking to Zed Hotley, but there was some value in his attempt to punch-up her plan. Rats love cheese, he reminded her. And how many cartoon cats tried to lure unaware mice into their maws with a sign reading ‘FREE CHEESE.’ Swallowing LRK was not feasible, but bait was essential for setting a trap. She took out her secret weapon, a wedge of triple-crème brie. Curious, Catalina broke a piece off the end and tasted it.
“Whoa,” she said, louder than she intended, overtaken with gluttonous glee. “That’s really good.” She ate a second piece, twice the size of the first.
Unfortunately, there was someone here with senses that were slightly outside of human baseline.
While the Cat was enjoying the cream, the Rat’s shadow went unnoticed in the dim, circling the would-be rodent catcher. His breath was muffled by the muzzle he wore as he slowly approached her back, looming unseen in the dark except for the glare on bloodshot amber eyes.
What the hell is she doing here.
He slowly began extending a calloused hand toward her back, dry blood caked under blunt fingernails.
She can't be serious.
After a third piece, she stopped herself and went back to the equipment check. “Focus, Cat. We got our brie, we got our rope, we got our Etsy net-gun, we got our chloroform. And most importantly, our apology note. That way when LRK wakes up and reads it, he won’t be mad and go on some crazy revenge spree, slaughtering my friends and loved ones en route to eating my head or whatever. He’ll totally get why I needed his blood. We’ll laugh about this later.” She raised her net gun with unrealistic confidence, faking it until she made it.
… Oh, shit. Is that what this is about?
The Lab Rat had frozen, a haze of anger building in his eyes. The tendons in the back of his hand tensed.
Dude. Hang on. Don’t… don’t kill her. She hasn’t tried to hurt us yet. She’s just a dumb kid who doesn’t know how this--
The mutant’s hand closed on the back of Catalina’s hoodie, and with a vicegrip he lifted her clear off the floor, standing to his full height with a long, low growl.
“Is the little kitten going for a HUNT tonight?” he snarled, kicking the backpack underneath her feet over to the locker room bench. “Maybe looking for rrrrrrRRRRRATS?!”
Wait wait wait wait wait wait no no no no--!!!
“EEP!” said Catalina, her net-gun dropping to the floor and going off pitifully. The resulting net flew a few feet and was barely large enough to cover a chihuahua. That would be the last time she trusted Etsy. Right now she had much bigger problems than unsatisfactory handmade e-commerce. She searched the bloodshot eyes for any sign of reprieve. “Can you smell if I’m lying?”
The Lab Rat held her up to his eye level, sniffing at the mention of smelling. He kept glancing off a bit as if listening to something else.
Hold on now--give her a chance to explain. Come on, she clearly had no idea what she was doing. Cheese? A net gun? Does she think this is some kind of cartoon?
“Quiet, little man!”
She’s not a threat, Big Guy! Put her down. Even if she wanted our blood, how the hell would she get it now? You caught her with her hands still setting the trap and she ate her own bait.
“... Rrrgh…”
Almost with regret, King placed Catalina’s feet on the ground, but he didn't let go of her hoodie, looking down the considerable length of his arm at her.
“The truth, the WHOLE TRUTH, nothing but the TRUTH, so help your spine,” he snarled, keeping a firm grip. “Weather your words carefully--you didn’t bring enough food to keep ME fed, unless you count yourself on the menu, little kitten.”
“I can explain,” Catalina started, her face flushing as she tried to fan herself off with one hand. “Just please don’t eat me, I can DoorDash you a pizza, this is all a huge misunderstanding, I thought maybe if I could get some of your monster blood it would make me unstoppable, but I guess I should’ve asked via text or email or even Twitter DM instead of trying to trap you like some animal and I’m really really sorry, it was a stupid thing to do and I feel terrible and would like to reiterate please don’t eat me, I have DashPass and everything.” Her words came quick and frantic, with little time for breath in between. She tried to catch it now, to keep herself from hyperventilating, her eyes pleading
As Catalina rambled for her life, the fury in the Lab Rat’s eyes gradually began to fade; by the time she was finished, his eyelids had drooped to half-mast in a sort of bored expression, still holding her in place as if he’d forgotten he was doing it.
See? She’s harmless.
Having to concede to that, King grunted, letting go of her hoodie.
Now can you please at least try to explain why her little plan is the worst mistake she could possibly make? You and I both know what happens when someone gets a transfusion from us. Life isn’t a comic book… it’s a goddamn horror movie.
He jerked his head toward the bench, indicating for her to sit down.
“You don’t want our poison, tiny kitten… why are you chasing the ichor? What cacophonous thoughts led to such a foolish foray?”
Taking a seat on the bench, she propped her head up on her hands, clearly sulking. “It’s just…” she began. “You’re big and scary and awesome, like you could probably punch someone’s head off and it would go flying into the crowd and land in someone’s lap and then they’d start screaming. Now I have to fight Zephyr again and she’s super tough. After she and Mia nearly killed each other, it still took everything we had to beat her and Trent. I don’t have that kind of superhuman resilience. But I saw your match with Mitch Heart and thought, hey, maybe I can use this guy’s monster blood to turn myself into a legit mutant. But I guess I should’ve just asked. Without your blood, I’m afraid that I’m nothing special. I’m just short, lightning quick, and extremely charismatic.”
She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Oh, boy.
“You’re telling me.”
For once, Lab Rat seemed to be on his own wavelength. With a surprisingly paternal demeanor (excluding the way his shoulders curled forward like a gargoyle), he came down to one knee to put himself on her eye level, a certain degree of impatience buried within the knot of his brow.
… I wish I didn’t remember what happened to the last guy they injected with our blood.
“You don’t wanna sing my tune,” he started, his voice a low, controlled growl. “Your whistle is still clean and sharp. The muck in my veins will only turn your blood to mud and ssssstrangle your beating heart like tonight’s chicken dinner.”
He jabbed an index finger into her sternum, a bit roughly, but with no intent to harm.
“If you’re willing to covet and collect a beast’s blood against his furious will, you already have the glorious guts of a monster. Anyone can embrace their rage. Learn to fight like you’re defying the reaper himself. You need not fear the cold claw of death to understand it will come for you, maybe sooner than you sought, and the little sanguinous siren is a portent of the scythe.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t fight for glory. Battle for your breath. Find your rage against death and wield it in your teeth.”
“Dude,” Catalina said, her demeanor shifting. She took a breath, as her shoulders unslumped and a look of defiance danced in her eyes. “You’re totally right. I’m a scion of Santa Diablo. My veins are full of monster blood. I’m good enough to beat Zephyr again. I’m good enough to beat anybody!” She stood triumphantly on the bench, her fists clenched, ready for a fight that was still hours away. Then her shoulders slumped again. “Present company excluded, maybe. I feel terrible about this whole plot to steal your blood thing. And calling you a monster. And using cheese as bait was really dehumanizing, because I’m clearly the one who likes cheese more. I’m really sorry. But speaking of cheese, can I make it up to you with a pizza? Or pizzas? Thor’s paying.”
A scion of Santa… what?
King shook his head and sighed through his muzzle, rolling his eyes as he patted Catalina on the crown of her head with a giant hand.
“Little kitten is strange and tickles our funny bones. This placid plan can be forgiven... Don’t do it again or I’ll slide your spine out through your throat,” he warned, his voice a low rumble of a growl.
After a pause, he added, “Meat Lover’s, extra sssssssauce.”
And so Catalina DoorDashed.
***
The green screen sprang to life behind Catalina Cortes, with crude drawings of her and Marlowe frolicking in a field, hands clasped and tag titles around their waists. In the background was a flaming WAR, with bodies of Trent Steel and Zephyr Quinn burning in front of it, their eyes replaced with X's.
“Here we are, Zephyr. Past the introductions and first impressions, we have now moved on to the getting-to-know-each-other part of the relationship. Do I snore? Do you scrape your fork against your teeth while you eat? Will our growing awareness of each other’s flaws destroy the magic we have together? Eh... probably.”
“Don’t get me wrong, WAR was a wonderful time. We explored every inch of the Carnage Arena, although don’t think we didn’t notice that you were gone an awfully long time on your little detour. And you didn't say a thing my outfit. But maybe at Chaos 97 things will be different.”
“I don’t begrudge you for trying to drive a wedge between me and my teammate. That’s tag team wrestling 101. But I would like to think mine and Kit’s dynamic involves less bullying and more aggressively encouraging. Is it healthy? I’m not the best judge of healthy relationships. But it works well enough for us to still have the belts. It took luck, split second timing and a treasure chest for us to win. We shared the spotlight. I just picked the wardrobe. On any other night, with any other partner, I’m not so confident I could put you and Trent away. I mean, I’ve already botched two chances to pin Trent Steel.”
“Marlowe and I, we never made a formal arrangement to team up. Once upon a time, I considered ditching him so I could go after the Baltimore City Championship. But that was a long time ago, and when I say a long time, I mean it was April. Has my entire personality changed since then? Am I a terrible person trying to pretend I’m decent? Or was I always a decent person trying to pretend I was terrible? Girl, I wish I knew but the the answer is shrug emoji.”
The crude Catalinas and Marlowes gave way to an even cruder shrugging Catalina.
“Not all partnerships are equal, but I got plenty out of the Kit-Kat Connection. I hopped on the Kit Marlowe bandwagon when we both needed help. He needed someone to help him beat the Monstimals. I needed somebody to save me from my worst impulses. But those impulses are still there, because at the end of the day I’m still...”
The background flashed “CATALINA CORTES!!!” in eye-popped red.
“My moral compass doesn’t always point in the right direction. I’m the lucha princess, Flamingo Academy graduate and wannabe hero to millions. You might recognize me as an obnoxious bitch from Twitch. I’m also rudo royalty, the spawn of Santo Diablo, four generations strong in wrestling villainy. It’s the kind of legacy so crushing no one in their right mind would want to live up to it. I can say I’m not trying to. I can tell you that isn’t me. But when you fight someone who can take an inhuman amount of punishment, more than you think you’re capable of even dishing out, it’s reassuring to know you have a little monster blood flowing in your veins.”
“Believe me, Zeeqs, I would love to rest on the fact that the Kit-Kat Connection made a successful defense against Trent Steel and Zephyr Quinn. But WAR is done and the world is still spinning. It’d be pretty sweet to take a night off and say I got nothing left to prove to you. But if you think I’m the type of person who would do that, then you don’t get me. I always have something to prove. I’m the smallest wrestler in Carnage, one-half of the longest reigning Tag Team Champions in two years, and somehow still undefeated despite the skyrocketing level of talent here. Maybe you think I haven’t been tested. Fair enough. Test me.”
A counter rolled in the background, stopping on 7-0.
“My streak’s gotta end sooner or later. You can prove I’m all hype. You can prove I’m lucky. I’m not the best wrestler in Carnage, but if I want people to think I am then I have to maintain this illusion by any means necessary. I have to sink to the depths of depravity encoded into my DNA. Friendship and love can’t save me. Only my basest instincts can. If I want to succeed, I can only do that as the very worst version of myself.”
A drawing of Catalina popped up, complete with a pitchfork, devil horns and a fiery aura. A sad Marlowe looked on.
Save me, Zephyr. Because the devil-kitten deep inside of me is sharpening her claws, ready to slash heads off and send them screaming into the crowd like grotesque homeruns. I don’t know what she’s capable of. I only know that I can’t control her for much longer. I only ever dreamed I was a girl that the Legion cheered for. But the dream is over and the devil is awake. Stop her, Zephyr. Stop her for me.”"
“Unless you think I’m just a silly ass bitch in a Link costume. Shrug emoji. Good talk, though. I think this has done wonders for our relationship. I won’t decapitate you if you don’t decapitate me. Pinky swear. See ya at Chaos, girl!”
Catalina extended a pinky to the camera, before laughing to herself. As the promo faded, the laughter turned from delighted to demonic.