Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 12:14:07 GMT -6
(Big Thanks to the handlers of Clint/Eric, Nikita & Tegan for allowing me use of their characters)
I still remember the day I bought my first comic.
You know in the movies whenever the hero sees that coveted item in the distance? It's always on some elaborate pedestal but always at some impossible distance but there always seems to be an ethereal light and a chorus 'ahhh'ing in the background.
When I saw this comic it was really as good as Hollywood makes it but in the mind of a twelve-year-old girl, all that happened. My father had bestowed upon me as my birthday gift a shiny new gold credit card in my name. Obviously, my father was very disjointed on not only on what I was interested in, but what was appropriate to give a pre-teen girl.
Oh but that comic... It was my holy grail.
Since then, my idea of what a 'Holy Grail' is has changed dramatically.
From a career outlook anyway, I mean who wouldn't shit their pants to own a Spiderman #1, right? But my real goal now is to eventually get one of those shiny gold and metal do-dads around my tiny little waist. Winning this Terrordome qualifier is just one-step closer to that. My destiny is to be big but I don't have to pump myself beyond my means to do that.
I just gotta be me.
"...Don't be fooled by the skills that I got, I'm still Kaycee from the block..."
"Kaycee Jade!"
My grandmother's shrill could be compared to nails on a chalkboard. She also LOVED to use my full name, especially when I was in trouble and well... I was kinda notorious for getting into a few scrapes. In this particular instance though, she'd found my new credit card and apparently phoned my absentee father about it to chew off his ear. On top of that she'd found my stash of Twinkies, malted milks and sour patch kids under my bed. Who knew you could use American Express to buy junk food.
In my grandmother's house though, anything containing sugar was inherently evil. Because you know, tooth decay was a punishment from the devil for giving into yet another carnal temptation. Everything was a sin unless it was in the bible.
Now I'm not going to knock Christianity because I've met some pretty awesome Christians in my life. You know, the ones that don't use their beliefs to brow beat you into submission. Unfortunately, my grandmother is one of the most prejudiced, unrelenting and --excuse my French-- insufferable old bitches I have ever known. God love her, she did take me in when my mother had died and tried to do right by me but Jesus the woman didn't just have a stick up her ass, she had the whole damn tree wedged up in there.
"Yes Grandmother?" I smiled as innocently as I could. It was kinda like playing Russian roulette with this woman. There were so many potential outcomes but eventually you were going to get the chamber with the bullet.
I had followed her voice into my small bedroom that in reality could be compared to most of these rich people's closets. Most days I had bruises on my legs and arms from bumping into all the big heavy furniture crammed into it. She was sitting on my bed, she was so thin that I feared every day she'd die from it but that tough old bird kept kicking. Even now at the age of 89 she was still tough as shit and bossing around all the orderlies at her nursing home. Her eyes were so dark that you had a hard time seeing where her iris and pupil differentiated. It had always given me the willies. She picks up a box and emptied my stash all over the floor. She then points at it with a ling knotted finger. "Do you mind explaining where you got all this Kaycee Jade? And Also tell me, what is the rule about all this white sugar?"
I look down at my feet. My sneakers need to be replaced but my Grandmother refused to replace any article of clothing until it was un-repairable. She'd actually used Iron on patches on the toe. I pretended at school that I'd done it on purpose, like it was just one of my quirky off the wall ideas and shrugged at the attempted insults. Being able to laugh at myself in any situation is the one thing that allowed me to survive high school at all. "White sugar causes you to get holes in your teeth and disrespecting your body is a sin, Jesus says so."
I didn't actually believe this. And you should have seen my grandmother's face the day I had gotten my navel pierced...
She nods her head. "That's right. So please tell me Kaycee Jade why you have all this garbage under your bed? Is it that no good Step-brother of yours influencing you with his devil may care attitude isn't it?"
I shake my head. "No Grandmother. Brevlin has nothing to do with it."
Brevlin my now ex-step brother was the son of step-monster #1. He was three years my senior and my first kiss, but that wasn't until much later, after his mom & my dad were divorced and a whole other story.
(Told you this wasn't going in order....)
I had the biggest crush on him and ate up everything he told me about being a teenager. Of course my grandmother hated him for his 'sinful' ideals and constantly tried to use him as an excuse as to why I did bad things. She then holds up the gold credit card with my name on it. "And your father... I spoke to him about this and we decided that you will not be allowed to use this ever again. Do you understand me Kaycee Jade? Money is the root of all evil and if that no good father of yours knew what was right he'd donate his money to the church and work hard like the rest of us folks." From her apron, she pulls a pair of large sheers and cuts the card up into tiny pieces. She then picks up a plastic shopping bag and opens it up. "Go on girl, clean all of this up and we'll throw it out together. You should feel blessed that the Lord was looking out for you today by working through me. This is the first step to being truly righteous."
Now, I don't claim to be a religious person at all. Do I believe in a God? Sure. But obviously my Grandmother has a very narrow minded view and I would never judge another the way she did. Blindly. I don't make assumptions. I make sure I know my facts and back up everything.
Beside her sits a smaller man, or smaller based on wrestling standards. His dark hair hangs around his face as he smirks, eyeing the blonde trying so desperately to beat him when it comes so much more naturally to him than her. You see, KJ was not a Video Game girl, she was a comic girl and video games were never her thing but when presented with the chance to play as one of her favourite comic book heroes, she jumped at the chance to face her boyfriend.
"Just face it Kace, I got you beat."
The girl mutters under her breath as the screen lights up indicating that for the 8th straight game Clinton had dominated her.
"What was that?" He asks smirking
"Nothing."
KC wearing the same hoodie is sitting in front of the camera in a sorta reality TV style shoot interview
"Hey I admit it... I suck at video games. I know... A geek that doesn't have a gamer thumb. But I'm good where it counts okay? In a ring. That's why at this qualifier, I am going to come out on top. I have to. I have nothing but momentum right now on my side. Marisol, Jimmy and Seth all lost at ignite. This is going to be my night to shine."
Clint still looks rather proud of himself and Kaycee almost appears to be sulking at the other end of the couch. He looks over and almost immediately, his smile fades, obvious that he doesn't like seeing his girlfriend upset. He scoots across the couch to sit beside her.
"Don't you even dare Gerrard."
He pouts and then immediately pokes her in the ribs. She swats at his hand but you can see her smile emerging. It escalates into a full out tickle battle eventually ending with Clint tapping the couch for mercy.
This time its Clint. He looks a little shy in his He-man shirt but he answers only with one answer but its effective.
"I...I Let her win. Works every time."
Satisfied, the blonde lets her victim free as he rubs his arms.
"Are we even now?"
Kaycee crosses her arms across her chest and gives him a shit eating grin. She nods her head and he takes his place beside her once more. He picks up the controller and starts a solo game, playing as the Hulk.
"You know who I think of when I see the Hulk? Marisol Hawkes. And you know why?"
She shakes her head leaning forward on her knees.
"Because at the drop of a hat you could have crazy temper filled Mari-Hulk who seems to not care what stands in her way of winning a match. Especially if the stakes are high. While I would do almost anything to win this match the place I draw the line is bringing people's kids into it. Or even personal shit. You know I respect the hell out of her and Ricky going through with that Hangman match despite all the hoopla and stigma they generated about it. In fact, I'd been one of the people supporting it to begin with. You want to put yourself through that and your consenting adults? I say 'giver' . But I would never get in front of a camera and pull up personal beef and use that to try and emotionally sabotage a match in my favour."
She gives a bit of a tight smile, one you might see on someone in an awkward situation.
"That personal crap belongs behind closed doors unless of course you want your dirty laundry out on the line airing out... Then please.... By all means but just know if you put that shit where people can see it, expect it to be used against you."
She gives a smirk.
"Like this little 'real world' Kaycee show I'm doing right now. It serves two purposes. One... I get to promote my match in a format that everyone tunes into on a nightly basis and two, people can see a side of me that maybe you wouldn't normally see but I also want people to know that just because my Father has money... it doesn't meant that I'm some spoiled rich brat like a lot of other nameless faces in the wrestling world."
She shakes her head, obviously not happy with that.
"Marisol is a talented athlete with years more experience than I am, taller than I am, heavier than I am and she's pretty much mastered the art of rounding herself out in terms of her wrestling expertise but here's where she's got the disadvantages. I'm quicker. I pride myself on being small and spunky and able to get out of quite a few tight places on occasion. She may have more years but I've got a trainer in Eric James that taught me everything he knows, and he knows about winning matches and championships. While I might not know all there is to know about every style of wrestling, I'm pretty damn good at getting on the top rope and sometimes that old adage is true... Less is more."
The scene is now a few days later, Kaycee is in what appears to be a gym with several students. Kaycee looks back at the camera and puts a finger to her lips and tells the cameraman to hide off to one side but still film. The camera then follows Kaycee, now dressed in jeans and a worn Legend of Zelda T-Shirt. As the camera zooms in you can see the familiar face of her Trainer, legend and Current Pride TV Champion Eric James. He's giving some pointers to one of the guys in the ring with him. His hard features are complimented by a scowl. She gets up on the turn buckle and when Eric backs up into the ring she suddenly grabs his arms in a chickenwing and starts chuckling in his ear. The Cameraman runs up to the action
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing Kaycee?!" He says, obviously pissed off and annoyed at his former student's hi-jinx.
Kaycee shrugs her shoulders. "Just doing what you told me to do... look for an advantage and use it." Eric growls in frustration and Kaycee relents and lets his arms go. "I'm going to take that as you gave up."
"Meh, whatever Kaycee. Can't you see I have other things to do then to play games with you? What are you doing here anyway? You're boytoy isn't even scheduled." He rolls his eyes, waving at the guy in the ring with him to take a break. He looks and sees the camera man and nods his head toward it. "And what's this?"
"I'm doing this 'day in a life' thing with New Edge. It's supposed to be daring and fun!"
"Sounds like dull and boring if it's about your life."
She mocks hurt and puts a hand to her chest. "Oh you wound me sensei." She gives him a pout and he pushes her back off the apron. She manages to grab the rope and keep herself on it, pulling back up to standing and the camera manages to see a slight smirk from the man otherwise known for his scowl lately.
"Is Kaycee my best former student? Meh. I won't deny that she's good if that's what you want me to say. I do know that she's better than most of the people she's had put in front of her. Ignite won't be any different."
He looks off screen and says in a harsh voice, which is slightly muffled from the microphone. "Are you good? Can I go now?"
He listens and then stands, pulling off the mic and tossing it to the chair.
"Go home Kaycee. Why are you hanging around here anyway... you're a big star now right?"
He laughs with obvious sarcasm and then turns to tell his student to get back in the ring. Kaycee, unfazed by her teacher's dismissal jumps down and when Eric looks back in her direction, she blows him a mocking kiss.
"Eric and I have a love hate relationship. Basically I know he loves me but pretends to hate me. I know it seems obvious that he hates me based on how he acts but believe me after how much time I spent begging him to let me into his training ring and how he eventually gave in... ya... he likes me."
"She's alright. I guess..."
"So we now talk about Jimmy. A quick little wiry fellow who like me excels in the aerial ways. It will be a challenge. Guy was nice enough to welcome me to the fold so to speak at the first ignite and I'll never forget that but well, this is my job now. In addition, after this is done, I still won't hold any grudges. He's a good dude but I'm going to be better. He may think he's the Captain America here. Little guy with the heart of a hero but the thing about hero's is that it takes more than just a metal shield and some super soldier serum to beat me. The loss is weighing heavily on you I bet. Especially since it is a title match you lost. I know that a win here on Tuesday is going to really clinch this for you and get you back that self esteem you lost out there but I'm not one to take it easy on anyone even if you are super cute and super friendly. I expect a fair and hard fight from you Jimmy, just like the good old Capt. would do."
The scene cuts too Kaycee dressed in a cotton summer dress, in white. Her hair is curled but she looks very uncomfortable looking so very feminine. Her boyfriend Clinton's absence seems to be weighing heavily on her mind. Kaycee goes to bite her fingernail when another hand swats it away from her mouth. She is suddenly flanked on either side by an attractive Blonde and the one that had done the swatting was Nikita Romonova
Nikita grins at the other Blonde, dressed in her normal attire of a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt that says Da Queen across the chest of it, and a pair of gucci heels on her feet, black and white sunglasses cover her eyes.
“Don’t bite your nails...easier to scrape and claw with them perfectly done”
Nikita tips her sunglasses up and gives Kaycee a wink. Kaycee chews her bottom lip instead.
"I'm worried about Clint."
“Hmmm I have an extra leash and collar for pooky in the bags...we can tie him to a post so you can keep an eye on him.”
Kaycee gives her friend a sideline look.
"No. I told him to stay in Boston till Monday just to have a bit of space but this new attitude he has kinda worries me"
Nikita looks a little bored.
"I keep telling this girl that if she'd let loose and enjoy the finer things..."
She holds up a half-empty bottle of Alcohol, appearing to be Vodka.
"She'd have way less to worry about, including jealous boyfriends."
Kaycee looks across the boat to where her opponent, Seth is and rolls her eyes.
"Say, Nik, T... You think I'll win right..."
Tegan bounces beside her. The girl reminds Kaycee of a human version of Pinkie-Pie the little pony, it makes Kaycee smile a little.
"Of Course you will. You're a Blonde. We always win."
Nikita puts an arm around Kaycee's shoulders and points out to the ship of NEW roster members.
"Kaycee, around you are all potential opponents and all of them lack something you have."
Kaycee smirks at her now obviously inebriated friend.
"Determination. You don't have the stench of defeat, the melancholy that comes with doing this for years. No... You are fresh outta the box and that gives you an advantage."
"That also makes me green."
The older woman shrugs.
"Green has nothing to do with anything...if you have heart and fight then it’s yours girly."
"I really was hoping to have Clint there in my corner but well, I know he's rooting for me back home. Ya sure, we had a bit of a row on Friday but what couple doesn't fight right? As for Seth Lawless... Well that guy is never happy. I'm not going to say too much about relationships but sometimes I wonder if he focuses too much on who he's dating then winning. Guy seems to have had a lot of chicks come and go lately... Just saying that's gotta weigh on your psyche a bit. Plus to lose at ignite last week and then Sasha to disappear.... Well... That would probably make me a little down too. So good thing Clint I made up huh?"
She gives a smile.
"And now I've been accepted into the group that she left high and dry and you know what... For the first time in my life I actually am happy to have a few friends. Friends which means allies. Seth is always a bit of a loner. On top of all that seems his win record has been taking a few hits lately. Like I've said before I give respect in two layers. Personally and professionally and ya, dude has been doing this a lot longer than me for sure but that doesn't mean he's good enough to beat me. This match means a lot to me. It's my ticket to be in the main event of Justice. I have the momentum of a win. My three opponents have all lost their last match in NEW."
She straightens her dress, looking uncomfortable looking so feminine for a change.
"When all's said and done... It will be this blonde & nerdy chick walking away the winner. I got it all right now and well although it would suck to lose, a loss on me would look a lot better than on any of them. So in other words... I got nothing to lose. I can earn more shots. Not that I intend to lose though."
She winks at the camera before it fades out.
I still remember the day I bought my first comic.
You know in the movies whenever the hero sees that coveted item in the distance? It's always on some elaborate pedestal but always at some impossible distance but there always seems to be an ethereal light and a chorus 'ahhh'ing in the background.
When I saw this comic it was really as good as Hollywood makes it but in the mind of a twelve-year-old girl, all that happened. My father had bestowed upon me as my birthday gift a shiny new gold credit card in my name. Obviously, my father was very disjointed on not only on what I was interested in, but what was appropriate to give a pre-teen girl.
Oh but that comic... It was my holy grail.
Since then, my idea of what a 'Holy Grail' is has changed dramatically.
From a career outlook anyway, I mean who wouldn't shit their pants to own a Spiderman #1, right? But my real goal now is to eventually get one of those shiny gold and metal do-dads around my tiny little waist. Winning this Terrordome qualifier is just one-step closer to that. My destiny is to be big but I don't have to pump myself beyond my means to do that.
I just gotta be me.
***
...That fun character building part everybody loves...
"...Don't be fooled by the skills that I got, I'm still Kaycee from the block..."
"Kaycee Jade!"
My grandmother's shrill could be compared to nails on a chalkboard. She also LOVED to use my full name, especially when I was in trouble and well... I was kinda notorious for getting into a few scrapes. In this particular instance though, she'd found my new credit card and apparently phoned my absentee father about it to chew off his ear. On top of that she'd found my stash of Twinkies, malted milks and sour patch kids under my bed. Who knew you could use American Express to buy junk food.
In my grandmother's house though, anything containing sugar was inherently evil. Because you know, tooth decay was a punishment from the devil for giving into yet another carnal temptation. Everything was a sin unless it was in the bible.
Now I'm not going to knock Christianity because I've met some pretty awesome Christians in my life. You know, the ones that don't use their beliefs to brow beat you into submission. Unfortunately, my grandmother is one of the most prejudiced, unrelenting and --excuse my French-- insufferable old bitches I have ever known. God love her, she did take me in when my mother had died and tried to do right by me but Jesus the woman didn't just have a stick up her ass, she had the whole damn tree wedged up in there.
"Yes Grandmother?" I smiled as innocently as I could. It was kinda like playing Russian roulette with this woman. There were so many potential outcomes but eventually you were going to get the chamber with the bullet.
I had followed her voice into my small bedroom that in reality could be compared to most of these rich people's closets. Most days I had bruises on my legs and arms from bumping into all the big heavy furniture crammed into it. She was sitting on my bed, she was so thin that I feared every day she'd die from it but that tough old bird kept kicking. Even now at the age of 89 she was still tough as shit and bossing around all the orderlies at her nursing home. Her eyes were so dark that you had a hard time seeing where her iris and pupil differentiated. It had always given me the willies. She picks up a box and emptied my stash all over the floor. She then points at it with a ling knotted finger. "Do you mind explaining where you got all this Kaycee Jade? And Also tell me, what is the rule about all this white sugar?"
I look down at my feet. My sneakers need to be replaced but my Grandmother refused to replace any article of clothing until it was un-repairable. She'd actually used Iron on patches on the toe. I pretended at school that I'd done it on purpose, like it was just one of my quirky off the wall ideas and shrugged at the attempted insults. Being able to laugh at myself in any situation is the one thing that allowed me to survive high school at all. "White sugar causes you to get holes in your teeth and disrespecting your body is a sin, Jesus says so."
I didn't actually believe this. And you should have seen my grandmother's face the day I had gotten my navel pierced...
She nods her head. "That's right. So please tell me Kaycee Jade why you have all this garbage under your bed? Is it that no good Step-brother of yours influencing you with his devil may care attitude isn't it?"
I shake my head. "No Grandmother. Brevlin has nothing to do with it."
Brevlin my now ex-step brother was the son of step-monster #1. He was three years my senior and my first kiss, but that wasn't until much later, after his mom & my dad were divorced and a whole other story.
(Told you this wasn't going in order....)
I had the biggest crush on him and ate up everything he told me about being a teenager. Of course my grandmother hated him for his 'sinful' ideals and constantly tried to use him as an excuse as to why I did bad things. She then holds up the gold credit card with my name on it. "And your father... I spoke to him about this and we decided that you will not be allowed to use this ever again. Do you understand me Kaycee Jade? Money is the root of all evil and if that no good father of yours knew what was right he'd donate his money to the church and work hard like the rest of us folks." From her apron, she pulls a pair of large sheers and cuts the card up into tiny pieces. She then picks up a plastic shopping bag and opens it up. "Go on girl, clean all of this up and we'll throw it out together. You should feel blessed that the Lord was looking out for you today by working through me. This is the first step to being truly righteous."
Now, I don't claim to be a religious person at all. Do I believe in a God? Sure. But obviously my Grandmother has a very narrow minded view and I would never judge another the way she did. Blindly. I don't make assumptions. I make sure I know my facts and back up everything.
...Just another piece of the Kaycee Jordyn puzzle...
***
....The documentary piece....
We fade in on the scene as Kaycee Jordyn sits in front of a television screen, in a pretty neat albeit small apartment. She's dressed in a black hoodie, pulled up over her bleached locks. She's wearing a pair of shorts that obviously used to be full track pants but they're ragged on the ends, showing that no care was given at their savage butchering. She's pressing the buttons on the PS4 controller feverishly, her tongue sticking out and plastered to the side of her upper lip. She doesn't even realize she's doing it.Beside her sits a smaller man, or smaller based on wrestling standards. His dark hair hangs around his face as he smirks, eyeing the blonde trying so desperately to beat him when it comes so much more naturally to him than her. You see, KJ was not a Video Game girl, she was a comic girl and video games were never her thing but when presented with the chance to play as one of her favourite comic book heroes, she jumped at the chance to face her boyfriend.
"Just face it Kace, I got you beat."
The girl mutters under her breath as the screen lights up indicating that for the 8th straight game Clinton had dominated her.
"What was that?" He asks smirking
"Nothing."
***flash to interview***
KC wearing the same hoodie is sitting in front of the camera in a sorta reality TV style shoot interview
"Hey I admit it... I suck at video games. I know... A geek that doesn't have a gamer thumb. But I'm good where it counts okay? In a ring. That's why at this qualifier, I am going to come out on top. I have to. I have nothing but momentum right now on my side. Marisol, Jimmy and Seth all lost at ignite. This is going to be my night to shine."
***Flash back to the living room***
Clint still looks rather proud of himself and Kaycee almost appears to be sulking at the other end of the couch. He looks over and almost immediately, his smile fades, obvious that he doesn't like seeing his girlfriend upset. He scoots across the couch to sit beside her.
"Don't you even dare Gerrard."
He pouts and then immediately pokes her in the ribs. She swats at his hand but you can see her smile emerging. It escalates into a full out tickle battle eventually ending with Clint tapping the couch for mercy.
***Flash to Interview***
This time its Clint. He looks a little shy in his He-man shirt but he answers only with one answer but its effective.
"I...I Let her win. Works every time."
***Flash to living room***
Satisfied, the blonde lets her victim free as he rubs his arms.
"Are we even now?"
Kaycee crosses her arms across her chest and gives him a shit eating grin. She nods her head and he takes his place beside her once more. He picks up the controller and starts a solo game, playing as the Hulk.
***Flash to interview-KJ***
"You know who I think of when I see the Hulk? Marisol Hawkes. And you know why?"
She shakes her head leaning forward on her knees.
"Because at the drop of a hat you could have crazy temper filled Mari-Hulk who seems to not care what stands in her way of winning a match. Especially if the stakes are high. While I would do almost anything to win this match the place I draw the line is bringing people's kids into it. Or even personal shit. You know I respect the hell out of her and Ricky going through with that Hangman match despite all the hoopla and stigma they generated about it. In fact, I'd been one of the people supporting it to begin with. You want to put yourself through that and your consenting adults? I say 'giver' . But I would never get in front of a camera and pull up personal beef and use that to try and emotionally sabotage a match in my favour."
She gives a bit of a tight smile, one you might see on someone in an awkward situation.
"That personal crap belongs behind closed doors unless of course you want your dirty laundry out on the line airing out... Then please.... By all means but just know if you put that shit where people can see it, expect it to be used against you."
She gives a smirk.
"Like this little 'real world' Kaycee show I'm doing right now. It serves two purposes. One... I get to promote my match in a format that everyone tunes into on a nightly basis and two, people can see a side of me that maybe you wouldn't normally see but I also want people to know that just because my Father has money... it doesn't meant that I'm some spoiled rich brat like a lot of other nameless faces in the wrestling world."
She shakes her head, obviously not happy with that.
"Marisol is a talented athlete with years more experience than I am, taller than I am, heavier than I am and she's pretty much mastered the art of rounding herself out in terms of her wrestling expertise but here's where she's got the disadvantages. I'm quicker. I pride myself on being small and spunky and able to get out of quite a few tight places on occasion. She may have more years but I've got a trainer in Eric James that taught me everything he knows, and he knows about winning matches and championships. While I might not know all there is to know about every style of wrestling, I'm pretty damn good at getting on the top rope and sometimes that old adage is true... Less is more."
***Cut to: A Training Gym**
The scene is now a few days later, Kaycee is in what appears to be a gym with several students. Kaycee looks back at the camera and puts a finger to her lips and tells the cameraman to hide off to one side but still film. The camera then follows Kaycee, now dressed in jeans and a worn Legend of Zelda T-Shirt. As the camera zooms in you can see the familiar face of her Trainer, legend and Current Pride TV Champion Eric James. He's giving some pointers to one of the guys in the ring with him. His hard features are complimented by a scowl. She gets up on the turn buckle and when Eric backs up into the ring she suddenly grabs his arms in a chickenwing and starts chuckling in his ear. The Cameraman runs up to the action
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing Kaycee?!" He says, obviously pissed off and annoyed at his former student's hi-jinx.
Kaycee shrugs her shoulders. "Just doing what you told me to do... look for an advantage and use it." Eric growls in frustration and Kaycee relents and lets his arms go. "I'm going to take that as you gave up."
"Meh, whatever Kaycee. Can't you see I have other things to do then to play games with you? What are you doing here anyway? You're boytoy isn't even scheduled." He rolls his eyes, waving at the guy in the ring with him to take a break. He looks and sees the camera man and nods his head toward it. "And what's this?"
"I'm doing this 'day in a life' thing with New Edge. It's supposed to be daring and fun!"
"Sounds like dull and boring if it's about your life."
She mocks hurt and puts a hand to her chest. "Oh you wound me sensei." She gives him a pout and he pushes her back off the apron. She manages to grab the rope and keep herself on it, pulling back up to standing and the camera manages to see a slight smirk from the man otherwise known for his scowl lately.
***Flash to interview - Eric James***
"Is Kaycee my best former student? Meh. I won't deny that she's good if that's what you want me to say. I do know that she's better than most of the people she's had put in front of her. Ignite won't be any different."
He looks off screen and says in a harsh voice, which is slightly muffled from the microphone. "Are you good? Can I go now?"
He listens and then stands, pulling off the mic and tossing it to the chair.
***Flash to Ringside***
"Go home Kaycee. Why are you hanging around here anyway... you're a big star now right?"
He laughs with obvious sarcasm and then turns to tell his student to get back in the ring. Kaycee, unfazed by her teacher's dismissal jumps down and when Eric looks back in her direction, she blows him a mocking kiss.
***Flash to interview-KJ***
"Eric and I have a love hate relationship. Basically I know he loves me but pretends to hate me. I know it seems obvious that he hates me based on how he acts but believe me after how much time I spent begging him to let me into his training ring and how he eventually gave in... ya... he likes me."
***Cut to Eric James again, only earlier***
"She's alright. I guess..."
***Cut to KJ***
"So we now talk about Jimmy. A quick little wiry fellow who like me excels in the aerial ways. It will be a challenge. Guy was nice enough to welcome me to the fold so to speak at the first ignite and I'll never forget that but well, this is my job now. In addition, after this is done, I still won't hold any grudges. He's a good dude but I'm going to be better. He may think he's the Captain America here. Little guy with the heart of a hero but the thing about hero's is that it takes more than just a metal shield and some super soldier serum to beat me. The loss is weighing heavily on you I bet. Especially since it is a title match you lost. I know that a win here on Tuesday is going to really clinch this for you and get you back that self esteem you lost out there but I'm not one to take it easy on anyone even if you are super cute and super friendly. I expect a fair and hard fight from you Jimmy, just like the good old Capt. would do."
***Cut to: USS Intrepid - Saturday***
The scene cuts too Kaycee dressed in a cotton summer dress, in white. Her hair is curled but she looks very uncomfortable looking so very feminine. Her boyfriend Clinton's absence seems to be weighing heavily on her mind. Kaycee goes to bite her fingernail when another hand swats it away from her mouth. She is suddenly flanked on either side by an attractive Blonde and the one that had done the swatting was Nikita Romonova
Nikita grins at the other Blonde, dressed in her normal attire of a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt that says Da Queen across the chest of it, and a pair of gucci heels on her feet, black and white sunglasses cover her eyes.
“Don’t bite your nails...easier to scrape and claw with them perfectly done”
Nikita tips her sunglasses up and gives Kaycee a wink. Kaycee chews her bottom lip instead.
"I'm worried about Clint."
“Hmmm I have an extra leash and collar for pooky in the bags...we can tie him to a post so you can keep an eye on him.”
Kaycee gives her friend a sideline look.
"No. I told him to stay in Boston till Monday just to have a bit of space but this new attitude he has kinda worries me"
***Flash to interview with Nikita***
Nikita looks a little bored.
"I keep telling this girl that if she'd let loose and enjoy the finer things..."
She holds up a half-empty bottle of Alcohol, appearing to be Vodka.
"She'd have way less to worry about, including jealous boyfriends."
***Flash to Boat***
Kaycee looks across the boat to where her opponent, Seth is and rolls her eyes.
"Say, Nik, T... You think I'll win right..."
Tegan bounces beside her. The girl reminds Kaycee of a human version of Pinkie-Pie the little pony, it makes Kaycee smile a little.
"Of Course you will. You're a Blonde. We always win."
Nikita puts an arm around Kaycee's shoulders and points out to the ship of NEW roster members.
"Kaycee, around you are all potential opponents and all of them lack something you have."
Kaycee smirks at her now obviously inebriated friend.
"Determination. You don't have the stench of defeat, the melancholy that comes with doing this for years. No... You are fresh outta the box and that gives you an advantage."
"That also makes me green."
The older woman shrugs.
"Green has nothing to do with anything...if you have heart and fight then it’s yours girly."
***Flash to Kaycee***
"I really was hoping to have Clint there in my corner but well, I know he's rooting for me back home. Ya sure, we had a bit of a row on Friday but what couple doesn't fight right? As for Seth Lawless... Well that guy is never happy. I'm not going to say too much about relationships but sometimes I wonder if he focuses too much on who he's dating then winning. Guy seems to have had a lot of chicks come and go lately... Just saying that's gotta weigh on your psyche a bit. Plus to lose at ignite last week and then Sasha to disappear.... Well... That would probably make me a little down too. So good thing Clint I made up huh?"
She gives a smile.
"And now I've been accepted into the group that she left high and dry and you know what... For the first time in my life I actually am happy to have a few friends. Friends which means allies. Seth is always a bit of a loner. On top of all that seems his win record has been taking a few hits lately. Like I've said before I give respect in two layers. Personally and professionally and ya, dude has been doing this a lot longer than me for sure but that doesn't mean he's good enough to beat me. This match means a lot to me. It's my ticket to be in the main event of Justice. I have the momentum of a win. My three opponents have all lost their last match in NEW."
She straightens her dress, looking uncomfortable looking so feminine for a change.
"When all's said and done... It will be this blonde & nerdy chick walking away the winner. I got it all right now and well although it would suck to lose, a loss on me would look a lot better than on any of them. So in other words... I got nothing to lose. I can earn more shots. Not that I intend to lose though."
She winks at the camera before it fades out.