Post by Naughty Kat on Jul 16, 2016 4:07:30 GMT -6
Toledo, Ohio
July, 7th 2016
2:17am
Back inside of the shared hotel room of Katalina Star and Summer Madison, the latter stands inside the bathroom looking into the mirror late at night when the sensible thing after a hard fought match would be to getting some sleep. Unfortunately, as the dominatrix sleeps soundly all curled up under her blanket, Summer has things she must attend to.
Blink: I told you you would fail. Former champion, tag team spe-ci-al-ist...all you could do was hu-mi-li-ate Mistress.
For only a moment, Summer glances down and away before snapping her hazels back up into the mirror.
Blink: Don't look away. You need to suffer for what you did. Everyone's waiting for it, all of Mistress' friends want to see you hurt for upsetting her.
That's when Summer proceeds to slap herself.
Blink: Skank! Bitch! Whore! You're nothing, you shouldn't even be out there with Mistress. You shouldn't even be out there at all.
It's the last one that even startles Summer as her eyes begin to water up and tears stroll down her cheek into the sink below. She once more lowers her gaze only this time keeps it down as she watches her tears fall for a moment.
Blink: I shouldn't...even be here.
Saying that to herself seems to spark something in her mind as she quickly grips hold of her copper “K” insignia off the side of her collar removing it. With a few deep breaths, she rests one of the sharpened points down against her wrist and is ready to slice… when a hand grips hers tightly. Summer gasps and looks over seeing the groggy dominatrix looming over her, glaring at what she's seen and potentially heard. Opting not to fight her Mistress' hold, Summer simply lets go of the K as it falls into the sink creating the only noise in this otherwise awkward silence.
Los Robles Hospital
Thousand Oaks, CA
July 11th, 2016
3:47pm
Los Robles Hospital & Medical Center in Thousand Oaks, Zahara Matisse had just been admitted to this establishment earlier in the morning brought in by both Katalina and Summer. As the former of which visits inside the hospital room making certain her lady lover was not only adjusting well but on the verge of recovery, the maid remains outside looking down at the floor. It had been a few days since her own hospital visit regarding her...incident. She didn’t talk then and she hasn’t talked since. All she’s done was perform her daily duties to the best of her abilities, every so often feeling the foam rubber “K” now embedded onto the side of her collar. It felt humiliating having to wear such a thing, she might as well have been a knight without a crest, but it was for her own good. Her outfit was also altered to remove any pieces that might have been taken out in the pursuit of harming herself and there were also leather bracers wrapped and locked and tiny padlocks along her wrists. The greatest shame, however, was the lingering feeling of being a failure and while keeping her alive...these new changes only helped to remind her of that.
Katalina: Holly.
The calm, nearly emotionless tone of the dominatrix snaps the mute maid from her trance as she looks over. This wasn’t something Summer had seen often; her Mistress defeated. Not after losing against the Neon Babes, not after suffering her defeat at the hands of Winter and Matt, no look had come close to this. Nearly losing one of her closest friends and lover in the same week had turned Katalina into a hollow shell of a woman. She would get better, but she was still on the brink of her own collapse from these two near devastating blows.
Kat gestures into the hospital room as Holly looks inside and then back at her Mistress who had already started her way down the hall. Holly only watches her for a few moments more before glancing back into the room and swallowing. She slowly enters, her now soft slipper shoes making light shuffling noises as she comes along the hard, linoleum floor. She glances over at a table seeing it nearly full of get well soon gifts from friends, relatives, and a few who were just genuinely concerned. It was a tough pill for someone who had received nothing to swallow as she continues sliding her way in. Zoey was facing away at the moment, looking out at a few birds that had set up shop over her window sill.
The maid continues working her way in only to stop before the bed and notice the clipboard at the edge, hanging there with the metal rimmed portion sticking out. Immediately, Holly’s mind works on a potential slip. Her body falling forward catching the metal rim straight across the throat creating enough of an open gash where she could bleed out before anyone would even notice. She swallows and purposely steps on the back of her heel. No second guessing now as she begins to teeter forward.
Then she stops.
As if by magic.
Her attention is taken from her impending death to the slow turn Zoey gives her. She wasn’t surprised by the maid’s presence but rather warmed from it and isn’t shy to showcase her feelings through the welcoming smile. The corners of Holly’s eyes moisten up under the sweet visage as she catches herself with a foot making it look like a simple misstep that required a slight alteration for weight exchange. Whether it worked or not, the maid was alive and the magician pleased by her being here.
Zahara: I’m glad you could come.
The magician scoots herself upright a bit, a more proper posture against the bed and pillows.
Zahara: Come have a seat.
Speaking gently though she was, the stare that Zahara laid on Holly with those golden eyes made it clear that those four words did not equal a request. Somewhat meekly, Holly took up space on the chair on the left side of Zahara’s bed while the magician turned back to her attending nurse with a gentle smile.
Zahara: Would you be so kind as to get me a hot tea from downstairs?
That’s what she said, at least. The rest of that comment read something like: “I’d like to chat with Holly alone for a moment.” Perceptively, the nurse nodded before she swept gracefully out of the room. The more-timid-than-usual Holly watched her go, yet her attention returned to Zahara… to find the woman gazing right at her. Not coldly, not angrily… searchingly.
Zahara: Holly, why are you so hard on yourself?
At the moment, Holly held little to say. Not much of a difference in how she acted toward Kat as the maid glances down at the leather bracers strapped in tightly over her wrists.
Zahara: Mistress told me what happened. I was watching the match myself backstage, in fact. What happened… it isn’t a good thing, but it also isn’t the end of the world. What need was there to… to...
It was hard finding the right word to gently deliver the message that Zahara wished to.
Zahara: … punish yourself like that, or to attempt to?
Suddenly, the maid’s hands became ever so interesting. Except for the way her eyes darted back and forth as she looked for an escape. Zahara might have been one of the few people that Holly dared open up to even a little but this… this was next-level. She spied a pen after a few moments, lying on the bedside table, but never got the chance to reach for it. One of the magician’s hands had come to rest on her own hands and the mere sight of that set some tears to welling in Holly’s bright eyes.
Zahara: You lost. So did I. By that logic, shouldn’t I feel the same as you?
For the first time, Holly opens her mouth to speak. Although will still barely loud enough to hear, her voice also comes with a raspy tone subjected from days of zero use.
Blink: Y-You’re not-
Zoey cuts her off before she both strains herself and continues on with that line of thought.
Zahara: Not what? Because I’m her lover I get a pass? That’s not how it works, Holly. I’m deeply associated with her the same as you are. I think this goes deeper than a loss.
Giving Holly’s hand a little squeeze prompts the maid to actually take hold of that hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. The gesture doesn’t surprise the magician so much. She actually looks a bit relieved… even when the threatening tears finally decide to slide down Holly’s cheeks. Her shoulders shake as Zahara watches before the magician finally speaks again.
Zahara: Say what’s on your mind, sweetie. It’s just you and me here.
Blink: I failed Mistress.
Zahara: Stop it.
Blink: She’d have had a much better chance teaming with either Miss. Katie or even Miss. Candi than me.
Zahara: Holly, it wasn’t your fault you lost. Besides, this is merely one match out of your entire career! I saw the pictures and I saw the tapes, you’re an incredibly gifted athlete. Nobody I know tries as hard as you out there. Nobody pushes themselves like you do to reach that extra mile.
It did all sound strange coming from Zoey, it was one of the reasons she was here to begin with though at the same time knew Holly had been here before. The only difference was; while Zoey decided to cool her jets some, at least for the time being, Holly was still out there running. Not for herself and that was part of the growing trouble.
Zahara: Holly, look at me.
Glancing up from her restraints, the maid locks her own hazels with that of the magician’s golden orbs.
Zahara: I want you to start training with me.
Holly’s eyes grow wide with surprise from that as she goes to speak but once more Zoey cuts her off.
Zahara: It’s a non negotiable offer. I know Catherine holds her doubts sparring with you, but I don’t.
Zoey had brought up the question back when her and Catherine were first training. She was a little curious over the relationship her trainer had with the maid. Catherine’s response was that she doesn’t lay a finger on Holly, then quickly changed the subject be calling Katalina a “bitchtress”. That...halted the topic right there but Zoey figured if she were sparring with Holly then it would be alright. Besides, that way she could make it easier in monitoring her. Or, at the very least, they could monitor each other. Holly remains silent to the offer, it was non negotiable after all, so she had to accept as the nurse returns with Zoey’s requested order of tea.
Hara Arena
Dayton, Ohio
July 15th, 2016
11:17am
The setting opens up to the backstage area where Katalina strides her way out onto the scene tugging a simple leash with her left hand while keeping the right to herself as Candi comes along crawling out from the side smiling some over the sparkling ballgag placed elegantly, as one can be, in between her pouty lips. Once the domina's slow entrance comes to a halt, Candi comes up to her knees and takes point along her Mistress' leg resting up against it lovingly, gently stroking a sprawled out hand along her thigh while there appears to be a chain leading off view to Kat's right.
Katalina: Well, here we are again. The absolute super team of Katalina Star and Holly Madison.
Summer Madison, but again that's just Kat's nickname for her. But at the same time...where is she exactly?
Katalina: You know, when Holly first came here on active competition, I made a promise to her; that her career would be her own, that anyone who would dare try and single out the connection that the two of us shared would only be stretching the limits of their imagination in what they could say about her. And yet here we are again, teaming together.
I smell a rant coming...
Katalina: Now, I could stand here and argue about how management doesn't notice these things, or how they should know I'm a Horsewoman first above all else here...but quite frankly the blame on this actually rests on me.
Oh.
Katalina: I'm the one who just sat by while Holly and I were talking about being a team. Not once did I try and remind management of our situation. I didn't go to my sisters, War and Death, and say we need to team up ourselves and let Holly run free. No, I did none of that. And you know what? I'm not even going to do that now because I will accept management's decision to base me with my maid. So with that in mind, come on out, Holly.
Pulling in her right arm, Kat produces the chain off a second leash leading the maid out. Her mouth stuff full with a bright red ballgag and straps crossed along her face, through her pink hair, and brought together at her back she comes out. Still in her maids uniform only with her arms bound together in behind her back through a single sleeve laced all the way up to the top. Her ankles not only in shackles but also in a pair of ballerina heels, with the toes just a couple inches from the heels themselves creating a difficult atmosphere in which the maid to walk in. Of course, it doesn't help that with her arms bound up tightly behind her back she's forced into a hunched over position as she babysteps her way up beside her Mistress while Candi watches.
Katalina: I mean this is why we're a team, isn't it? This right here? To see this dynamic play out to the fullest? The fans want it, is this how management would like to see it too?
Candi nods about the fans then thinks...and nods about management thinking it has to be right since Kat is using the same tone throughout.
Katalina: So that's exactly what we're going to do. Now, ordinarily, I would be standing here wasting everyone's time prattling on and on about my week. About how it was a week from hell mixed in with a week from heaven. No, nothing cancels each other out. There were literal moments I felt I was walking through the gates of hell while then suddenly feeling lifted, like a pair of wings had sprouted from my back. No, this isn't a metaphor over how peaceful I would feel being in hell. That's just basically how it all went down. Right now? I feel myself beginning to teeter my way back down toward hell. Now,
Kat winds up Holly's leash gently around her wrist as she goes.
Katalina: I know what you're thinking. One of the eternal questions, right? Would it not be heaven to be a masochist in hell? If you believe in the whole fire and brimstone definition of the place. To me, hell is a very personalized place built in for those that truly deserve it. Simply put; one heaven or hell per person. But again, a topic I could go into for quite a while. I was just answering a question.
Wonder what Candi's hell would be?
Katalina: But Jami, you are the anchor that is weighing me down right now. You're the one trying to pull me down to the depths of your...petty revenge stories. First the obvious; this is not Ladies Allstar, this is Visionaries. Do you really think your career can be affected by one because of what you do in the other? The answer, I'm surprised you haven't noticed, is no. Your dealings with that company are something of your own to undertake. If you wish to be represented there within that company, fight for that right. Bitching here, bitching away, it's not how things get done.
The domina tightens up her grip over the leather leash handle, something Summer takes careful notice of as she switches glances between her Mistress' hand and back up to her face, where it's been this entire time. Whenever she's not watching Candi, that is, inching her hand ever closer to Kat's pocket.
Katalina: Now, normally such matters wouldn't bother me and yet...you named me. You named me and you named Katie specifically. Listen sweetie, there's a big difference between myself and you in that regard. You see...the difference is I make being a whore work.
Kat smiles as Holly passes rapid glances between her and the camera. It is a bit...self degrading to say such a thing, but she knows that deep down Jami has to be livid with such a comment. She just has to.
Katalina: Another thing is you don't exactly make yourself appear selfless throwing yourself into the battles of your friends then complain when nobody thanks you the way you want. But...let's get back on track, I think I've made this personal enough. Because we do have a match and one you're just chomping at the bit to win. But why? To prove yourself? Jami, all you've managed to do thus far is bitch. If bitching is what inspires you to do better...then indeed, let me help you out. Because after this week you can bitch about the ass kicking I've given you. Bitch about the fact that you lost to a dominatrix and her pet. Bitch that you're once again not the centre of everyone's world. Bitch that the only reason you keep trying to collect girlfriends is because you weren't a good enough little girl to your own Mistress who only abused you because that was the only use you could ever serve, therefore preying and feeding off of others as you hop from misery to misery and never once stop to wonder that maybe the problems stem from having someone like you in their lives.
Kat stares ahead at the camera while Holly gives it one long stare herself, one of worry though in just how Jami might be taking such comments. Though her attention is swiftly taken when she hears a hard slapping noise and looks to find Kat admonishing Candi for trying to get her fingers inside her pocket. Candi then pouts and puts her head back against her Mistress' knee and sighs through her gag.
Katalina: In fact, after this beating we hand you I'll do you another favor. I'll bring you to a metaphorical hole where you won't ever have to deal with these problems again.
On that note, Kat produces out a collar and leash from her pocket as well as a ball gag, and extra large one, all for Jami it seems. Kat drops the three objects to Candi's hands before reaching in behind Holly's head unclipping the gag and popping it from her mouth. The ball drops and bounces down by Holly's feet before and looks up over toward Kat.
Katalina: Go ahead and deal with Kate.
Holly bows her head.
Blink: Yes, Mistress.
Looking back at the camera, Holly glances downward for a moment afraid of how to follow that up on her notes with Kate. The best she can. That's her answer as she glances back up.
Blink: H-hello, Miss. Kate, um,
Finding it a little intrusive to try and talk like this, Summer puts a little struggle against her bonds but gives in and just tries to find a comfort zone instead.
Blink: I'm sorry...that you still don't know enough about me. I'm most likely to blame there as I haven't been the most pro-duc-tive as of late. I suppose I should have done better in my debut match.
She won it, but still... Has Holly ever congratulated herself on anything?
Blink: I'm very afraid to say that I know about as much on you as you know me. Normally...I'd have spent some time to research you the best I could, maybe even reach out and see the kind of person you are. Or present to me, not...not that I should expect anyone to give me a truth. I'm sorry.
Wow, from the hardcore, deep in the skin digging words of Katalina...to this. Maybe they should have switched. But then the introduction would have been a little off and Holly would've worried because Kat put the gag back into her mouth so she could speak and UGH! Just so many issues.
Blink: It's been a very busy week for me. I'm sorry, that shouldn't be an excuse.
Kat nudges Summer forward trying to get her back on task.
Blink: A-anyway, I did my best to try and learn over the last match I had with Mistress. Where I screwed up, where our strengths were at their best. I understand you aren't Miss. Winter or Mathew and what worked against them might not work against Miss. Jami and you, but it's better than just starting fresh every week. R-right?
She asks as if she doesn't hold the answer. She should, she's the one who was studying. She's the one who was a multiple time tag team champion. She should know how these things...oh wait, yeah. It's Blink. She might know but she doesn't wish to exclude any other possibilities.
Blink: So even though I know this is your debut match and Miss. Jami is quite pas-si-o-nate about winning, I believe Mistress and I need this just as mu—MMPH!
The ball is shoved right back in Holly's mouth as Kat works the straps in behind her head nodding.
Katalina: Exactly right, love, and you did tremendously. I'd have pointed out how cute it is for Kate to allow such a hanger on, but...maybe next time.
The dominatrix centres up the leash in her hand as Holly's eyes divert downward.
Katalina: So there you go, I hope this is what you wanted. Casa de Kami, I'm afraid you'll have to find other means in which to celebrate your arrival here because you've already run to the brick wall.
Leaving on a smiling note, Kat soon tugs the pair of leashes as both Holly and Candi follow in behind their Mistress while the scene fades out.
July, 7th 2016
2:17am
Back inside of the shared hotel room of Katalina Star and Summer Madison, the latter stands inside the bathroom looking into the mirror late at night when the sensible thing after a hard fought match would be to getting some sleep. Unfortunately, as the dominatrix sleeps soundly all curled up under her blanket, Summer has things she must attend to.
Blink: I told you you would fail. Former champion, tag team spe-ci-al-ist...all you could do was hu-mi-li-ate Mistress.
For only a moment, Summer glances down and away before snapping her hazels back up into the mirror.
Blink: Don't look away. You need to suffer for what you did. Everyone's waiting for it, all of Mistress' friends want to see you hurt for upsetting her.
That's when Summer proceeds to slap herself.
Blink: Skank! Bitch! Whore! You're nothing, you shouldn't even be out there with Mistress. You shouldn't even be out there at all.
It's the last one that even startles Summer as her eyes begin to water up and tears stroll down her cheek into the sink below. She once more lowers her gaze only this time keeps it down as she watches her tears fall for a moment.
Blink: I shouldn't...even be here.
Saying that to herself seems to spark something in her mind as she quickly grips hold of her copper “K” insignia off the side of her collar removing it. With a few deep breaths, she rests one of the sharpened points down against her wrist and is ready to slice… when a hand grips hers tightly. Summer gasps and looks over seeing the groggy dominatrix looming over her, glaring at what she's seen and potentially heard. Opting not to fight her Mistress' hold, Summer simply lets go of the K as it falls into the sink creating the only noise in this otherwise awkward silence.
Los Robles Hospital
Thousand Oaks, CA
July 11th, 2016
3:47pm
Los Robles Hospital & Medical Center in Thousand Oaks, Zahara Matisse had just been admitted to this establishment earlier in the morning brought in by both Katalina and Summer. As the former of which visits inside the hospital room making certain her lady lover was not only adjusting well but on the verge of recovery, the maid remains outside looking down at the floor. It had been a few days since her own hospital visit regarding her...incident. She didn’t talk then and she hasn’t talked since. All she’s done was perform her daily duties to the best of her abilities, every so often feeling the foam rubber “K” now embedded onto the side of her collar. It felt humiliating having to wear such a thing, she might as well have been a knight without a crest, but it was for her own good. Her outfit was also altered to remove any pieces that might have been taken out in the pursuit of harming herself and there were also leather bracers wrapped and locked and tiny padlocks along her wrists. The greatest shame, however, was the lingering feeling of being a failure and while keeping her alive...these new changes only helped to remind her of that.
Katalina: Holly.
The calm, nearly emotionless tone of the dominatrix snaps the mute maid from her trance as she looks over. This wasn’t something Summer had seen often; her Mistress defeated. Not after losing against the Neon Babes, not after suffering her defeat at the hands of Winter and Matt, no look had come close to this. Nearly losing one of her closest friends and lover in the same week had turned Katalina into a hollow shell of a woman. She would get better, but she was still on the brink of her own collapse from these two near devastating blows.
Kat gestures into the hospital room as Holly looks inside and then back at her Mistress who had already started her way down the hall. Holly only watches her for a few moments more before glancing back into the room and swallowing. She slowly enters, her now soft slipper shoes making light shuffling noises as she comes along the hard, linoleum floor. She glances over at a table seeing it nearly full of get well soon gifts from friends, relatives, and a few who were just genuinely concerned. It was a tough pill for someone who had received nothing to swallow as she continues sliding her way in. Zoey was facing away at the moment, looking out at a few birds that had set up shop over her window sill.
The maid continues working her way in only to stop before the bed and notice the clipboard at the edge, hanging there with the metal rimmed portion sticking out. Immediately, Holly’s mind works on a potential slip. Her body falling forward catching the metal rim straight across the throat creating enough of an open gash where she could bleed out before anyone would even notice. She swallows and purposely steps on the back of her heel. No second guessing now as she begins to teeter forward.
Then she stops.
As if by magic.
Her attention is taken from her impending death to the slow turn Zoey gives her. She wasn’t surprised by the maid’s presence but rather warmed from it and isn’t shy to showcase her feelings through the welcoming smile. The corners of Holly’s eyes moisten up under the sweet visage as she catches herself with a foot making it look like a simple misstep that required a slight alteration for weight exchange. Whether it worked or not, the maid was alive and the magician pleased by her being here.
Zahara: I’m glad you could come.
The magician scoots herself upright a bit, a more proper posture against the bed and pillows.
Zahara: Come have a seat.
Speaking gently though she was, the stare that Zahara laid on Holly with those golden eyes made it clear that those four words did not equal a request. Somewhat meekly, Holly took up space on the chair on the left side of Zahara’s bed while the magician turned back to her attending nurse with a gentle smile.
Zahara: Would you be so kind as to get me a hot tea from downstairs?
That’s what she said, at least. The rest of that comment read something like: “I’d like to chat with Holly alone for a moment.” Perceptively, the nurse nodded before she swept gracefully out of the room. The more-timid-than-usual Holly watched her go, yet her attention returned to Zahara… to find the woman gazing right at her. Not coldly, not angrily… searchingly.
Zahara: Holly, why are you so hard on yourself?
At the moment, Holly held little to say. Not much of a difference in how she acted toward Kat as the maid glances down at the leather bracers strapped in tightly over her wrists.
Zahara: Mistress told me what happened. I was watching the match myself backstage, in fact. What happened… it isn’t a good thing, but it also isn’t the end of the world. What need was there to… to...
It was hard finding the right word to gently deliver the message that Zahara wished to.
Zahara: … punish yourself like that, or to attempt to?
Suddenly, the maid’s hands became ever so interesting. Except for the way her eyes darted back and forth as she looked for an escape. Zahara might have been one of the few people that Holly dared open up to even a little but this… this was next-level. She spied a pen after a few moments, lying on the bedside table, but never got the chance to reach for it. One of the magician’s hands had come to rest on her own hands and the mere sight of that set some tears to welling in Holly’s bright eyes.
Zahara: You lost. So did I. By that logic, shouldn’t I feel the same as you?
For the first time, Holly opens her mouth to speak. Although will still barely loud enough to hear, her voice also comes with a raspy tone subjected from days of zero use.
Blink: Y-You’re not-
Zoey cuts her off before she both strains herself and continues on with that line of thought.
Zahara: Not what? Because I’m her lover I get a pass? That’s not how it works, Holly. I’m deeply associated with her the same as you are. I think this goes deeper than a loss.
Giving Holly’s hand a little squeeze prompts the maid to actually take hold of that hand, clinging to it like a lifeline. The gesture doesn’t surprise the magician so much. She actually looks a bit relieved… even when the threatening tears finally decide to slide down Holly’s cheeks. Her shoulders shake as Zahara watches before the magician finally speaks again.
Zahara: Say what’s on your mind, sweetie. It’s just you and me here.
Blink: I failed Mistress.
Zahara: Stop it.
Blink: She’d have had a much better chance teaming with either Miss. Katie or even Miss. Candi than me.
Zahara: Holly, it wasn’t your fault you lost. Besides, this is merely one match out of your entire career! I saw the pictures and I saw the tapes, you’re an incredibly gifted athlete. Nobody I know tries as hard as you out there. Nobody pushes themselves like you do to reach that extra mile.
It did all sound strange coming from Zoey, it was one of the reasons she was here to begin with though at the same time knew Holly had been here before. The only difference was; while Zoey decided to cool her jets some, at least for the time being, Holly was still out there running. Not for herself and that was part of the growing trouble.
Zahara: Holly, look at me.
Glancing up from her restraints, the maid locks her own hazels with that of the magician’s golden orbs.
Zahara: I want you to start training with me.
Holly’s eyes grow wide with surprise from that as she goes to speak but once more Zoey cuts her off.
Zahara: It’s a non negotiable offer. I know Catherine holds her doubts sparring with you, but I don’t.
Zoey had brought up the question back when her and Catherine were first training. She was a little curious over the relationship her trainer had with the maid. Catherine’s response was that she doesn’t lay a finger on Holly, then quickly changed the subject be calling Katalina a “bitchtress”. That...halted the topic right there but Zoey figured if she were sparring with Holly then it would be alright. Besides, that way she could make it easier in monitoring her. Or, at the very least, they could monitor each other. Holly remains silent to the offer, it was non negotiable after all, so she had to accept as the nurse returns with Zoey’s requested order of tea.
Hara Arena
Dayton, Ohio
July 15th, 2016
11:17am
The setting opens up to the backstage area where Katalina strides her way out onto the scene tugging a simple leash with her left hand while keeping the right to herself as Candi comes along crawling out from the side smiling some over the sparkling ballgag placed elegantly, as one can be, in between her pouty lips. Once the domina's slow entrance comes to a halt, Candi comes up to her knees and takes point along her Mistress' leg resting up against it lovingly, gently stroking a sprawled out hand along her thigh while there appears to be a chain leading off view to Kat's right.
Katalina: Well, here we are again. The absolute super team of Katalina Star and Holly Madison.
Summer Madison, but again that's just Kat's nickname for her. But at the same time...where is she exactly?
Katalina: You know, when Holly first came here on active competition, I made a promise to her; that her career would be her own, that anyone who would dare try and single out the connection that the two of us shared would only be stretching the limits of their imagination in what they could say about her. And yet here we are again, teaming together.
I smell a rant coming...
Katalina: Now, I could stand here and argue about how management doesn't notice these things, or how they should know I'm a Horsewoman first above all else here...but quite frankly the blame on this actually rests on me.
Oh.
Katalina: I'm the one who just sat by while Holly and I were talking about being a team. Not once did I try and remind management of our situation. I didn't go to my sisters, War and Death, and say we need to team up ourselves and let Holly run free. No, I did none of that. And you know what? I'm not even going to do that now because I will accept management's decision to base me with my maid. So with that in mind, come on out, Holly.
Pulling in her right arm, Kat produces the chain off a second leash leading the maid out. Her mouth stuff full with a bright red ballgag and straps crossed along her face, through her pink hair, and brought together at her back she comes out. Still in her maids uniform only with her arms bound together in behind her back through a single sleeve laced all the way up to the top. Her ankles not only in shackles but also in a pair of ballerina heels, with the toes just a couple inches from the heels themselves creating a difficult atmosphere in which the maid to walk in. Of course, it doesn't help that with her arms bound up tightly behind her back she's forced into a hunched over position as she babysteps her way up beside her Mistress while Candi watches.
Katalina: I mean this is why we're a team, isn't it? This right here? To see this dynamic play out to the fullest? The fans want it, is this how management would like to see it too?
Candi nods about the fans then thinks...and nods about management thinking it has to be right since Kat is using the same tone throughout.
Katalina: So that's exactly what we're going to do. Now, ordinarily, I would be standing here wasting everyone's time prattling on and on about my week. About how it was a week from hell mixed in with a week from heaven. No, nothing cancels each other out. There were literal moments I felt I was walking through the gates of hell while then suddenly feeling lifted, like a pair of wings had sprouted from my back. No, this isn't a metaphor over how peaceful I would feel being in hell. That's just basically how it all went down. Right now? I feel myself beginning to teeter my way back down toward hell. Now,
Kat winds up Holly's leash gently around her wrist as she goes.
Katalina: I know what you're thinking. One of the eternal questions, right? Would it not be heaven to be a masochist in hell? If you believe in the whole fire and brimstone definition of the place. To me, hell is a very personalized place built in for those that truly deserve it. Simply put; one heaven or hell per person. But again, a topic I could go into for quite a while. I was just answering a question.
Wonder what Candi's hell would be?
Katalina: But Jami, you are the anchor that is weighing me down right now. You're the one trying to pull me down to the depths of your...petty revenge stories. First the obvious; this is not Ladies Allstar, this is Visionaries. Do you really think your career can be affected by one because of what you do in the other? The answer, I'm surprised you haven't noticed, is no. Your dealings with that company are something of your own to undertake. If you wish to be represented there within that company, fight for that right. Bitching here, bitching away, it's not how things get done.
The domina tightens up her grip over the leather leash handle, something Summer takes careful notice of as she switches glances between her Mistress' hand and back up to her face, where it's been this entire time. Whenever she's not watching Candi, that is, inching her hand ever closer to Kat's pocket.
Katalina: Now, normally such matters wouldn't bother me and yet...you named me. You named me and you named Katie specifically. Listen sweetie, there's a big difference between myself and you in that regard. You see...the difference is I make being a whore work.
Kat smiles as Holly passes rapid glances between her and the camera. It is a bit...self degrading to say such a thing, but she knows that deep down Jami has to be livid with such a comment. She just has to.
Katalina: Another thing is you don't exactly make yourself appear selfless throwing yourself into the battles of your friends then complain when nobody thanks you the way you want. But...let's get back on track, I think I've made this personal enough. Because we do have a match and one you're just chomping at the bit to win. But why? To prove yourself? Jami, all you've managed to do thus far is bitch. If bitching is what inspires you to do better...then indeed, let me help you out. Because after this week you can bitch about the ass kicking I've given you. Bitch about the fact that you lost to a dominatrix and her pet. Bitch that you're once again not the centre of everyone's world. Bitch that the only reason you keep trying to collect girlfriends is because you weren't a good enough little girl to your own Mistress who only abused you because that was the only use you could ever serve, therefore preying and feeding off of others as you hop from misery to misery and never once stop to wonder that maybe the problems stem from having someone like you in their lives.
Kat stares ahead at the camera while Holly gives it one long stare herself, one of worry though in just how Jami might be taking such comments. Though her attention is swiftly taken when she hears a hard slapping noise and looks to find Kat admonishing Candi for trying to get her fingers inside her pocket. Candi then pouts and puts her head back against her Mistress' knee and sighs through her gag.
Katalina: In fact, after this beating we hand you I'll do you another favor. I'll bring you to a metaphorical hole where you won't ever have to deal with these problems again.
On that note, Kat produces out a collar and leash from her pocket as well as a ball gag, and extra large one, all for Jami it seems. Kat drops the three objects to Candi's hands before reaching in behind Holly's head unclipping the gag and popping it from her mouth. The ball drops and bounces down by Holly's feet before and looks up over toward Kat.
Katalina: Go ahead and deal with Kate.
Holly bows her head.
Blink: Yes, Mistress.
Looking back at the camera, Holly glances downward for a moment afraid of how to follow that up on her notes with Kate. The best she can. That's her answer as she glances back up.
Blink: H-hello, Miss. Kate, um,
Finding it a little intrusive to try and talk like this, Summer puts a little struggle against her bonds but gives in and just tries to find a comfort zone instead.
Blink: I'm sorry...that you still don't know enough about me. I'm most likely to blame there as I haven't been the most pro-duc-tive as of late. I suppose I should have done better in my debut match.
She won it, but still... Has Holly ever congratulated herself on anything?
Blink: I'm very afraid to say that I know about as much on you as you know me. Normally...I'd have spent some time to research you the best I could, maybe even reach out and see the kind of person you are. Or present to me, not...not that I should expect anyone to give me a truth. I'm sorry.
Wow, from the hardcore, deep in the skin digging words of Katalina...to this. Maybe they should have switched. But then the introduction would have been a little off and Holly would've worried because Kat put the gag back into her mouth so she could speak and UGH! Just so many issues.
Blink: It's been a very busy week for me. I'm sorry, that shouldn't be an excuse.
Kat nudges Summer forward trying to get her back on task.
Blink: A-anyway, I did my best to try and learn over the last match I had with Mistress. Where I screwed up, where our strengths were at their best. I understand you aren't Miss. Winter or Mathew and what worked against them might not work against Miss. Jami and you, but it's better than just starting fresh every week. R-right?
She asks as if she doesn't hold the answer. She should, she's the one who was studying. She's the one who was a multiple time tag team champion. She should know how these things...oh wait, yeah. It's Blink. She might know but she doesn't wish to exclude any other possibilities.
Blink: So even though I know this is your debut match and Miss. Jami is quite pas-si-o-nate about winning, I believe Mistress and I need this just as mu—MMPH!
The ball is shoved right back in Holly's mouth as Kat works the straps in behind her head nodding.
Katalina: Exactly right, love, and you did tremendously. I'd have pointed out how cute it is for Kate to allow such a hanger on, but...maybe next time.
The dominatrix centres up the leash in her hand as Holly's eyes divert downward.
Katalina: So there you go, I hope this is what you wanted. Casa de Kami, I'm afraid you'll have to find other means in which to celebrate your arrival here because you've already run to the brick wall.
Leaving on a smiling note, Kat soon tugs the pair of leashes as both Holly and Candi follow in behind their Mistress while the scene fades out.
