Post by Naughty Kat on Sept 10, 2016 23:32:50 GMT -6
September 6th 2:15pm
Kat's Dungeon
Malibu, CA
Coming into Katalina's office set up on the second floor of her Dungeon, the dominatrix known as Strife sits behind her desk, hands clasped together in front of her and looking rather stoic. Aside from knowing who she is there isn't really any other sign of her being either a dominatrix or a Horsewoman, even her attire is that of semi-casual with an open neck blouse top underneath a dark gray coat.
Katalina: The other week, you were all privy to something that many have considered an unsettling act. An act that, normally, I wouldn't have even bothered with explaining myself over. Jamilyn, I'm informed for the time being, is out of wrestling because of my actions. Actions, which weren't spurred out of jealousy or hatred, frustration or boredom. No. They were actions made for preservation. Not mine, but Holly's.
The domina pauses a moment to let out a deep breath of air.
Katalina: Actions I've been forgiven over by the only party that truly matters in my honest opinion, Jamilyn herself. Like many of you, she doesn't know the reasoning behind them yet. That goes to show the type of woman that she is and could certainly fuel your dislike or love of the person. Quite frankly, I admire her more now. Anyway, a few short weeks ago, as many of you have forgotten,
Deep down she knows she shouldn't be but she looks rather annoyed toward the camera and us. All of us.
Katalina: Holly slipped into a state of depression so great that that she made a few attempts at ending her life. She's gotten better since, being off the Heatstroke card certainly helped her. Having friends like Zahara, Jennifer, and even Jamilyn herself helped her. I did what I could as well and when I saw the double team efforts of Kate and Jamilyn against her in the corner...
Kat's grip on her other hand tenses up some along with her jaw as she gives herself another momentary breather to maintain her composure.
Katalina: I...snapped.
Not the word she wants to use but there it is.
Katalina: Now, I'm not going to argue the merits over such behavioral tactics in the ring. Nothing was performed illegally and Jamilyn did give the warning. However, it is my personal belief that someone in that state should not have even been competing in the first place. But again, that's my opinion. What's not my opinion but just standard fact is that Holly is a honour bound fighter. One who had high hopes for this match. So, when they were double teaming her I acted.
Closer to how Kat wants to word it, she tends to calm a little more.
Katalina: Did I know the end result of my actions? No. Did Holly agree with my methods? We're still working on that. Would I have done it had I known?
Kat pauses and closes her eyes momentarily before opening them back up again looking dead at the camera lens filming her.
Katalina: Yes.
September 9th 1:47pm
Kat's Dungeon
Malibu, CA
The talk with Holly will need to at least have a sequel and Kat realizes this as she steps out of the maid’s bedroom gently closing the door behind her. There was the belief that Holly wouldn't fully understand Kat's actions and this was proof of it. For now, though, all Kat could do was let the maid rest and try again later. Unfortunately, that's not all Kat will get to do as she turns straight into Katie. Her primary, fellow Naughty Girl, and for the most part confidant. Behind her, wearing just her metallic brassiere and panty combination (something referred to as chastity equipment, in Kat's line of work) was Katie's pet...Chastity. Obviously a joke of a name but not one that's been received well enough as Chastity strokes a finger slowly along her Mistress' cheek. That is until Katie slaps it away drawing a smile over the metal ballgag inside the young submissive's mouth. Kat just smiles at these two and turns to leave. However, Katie wasn't here for such a pleasantry and makes it quickly known by calling out.
Katie: I would've held her.
Kat stops dead in her tracks as in behind Chastity hugs herself close to Katie's arm gently stroking the same finger as before along the brunette's sternum dancing it around the key to her chastity devices.
Katie: If I were there I would have held Jamilyn in place for you.
Katalina doesn't say anything, she just stands there prompting her primary to step closer tugging her pets leash bringing her along as well.
Katie: Then I would have held Kate.
Again, Kat remains silent as Katie comes to a halt right in behind her Mistress.
Katie: Because unlike Holly, I wouldn't have needed help. Instead, I'd have helped you, Mistress. Dominance is your striving point in life. You let all those people run their mouth about you, tell you that you were wrong for what you did.
Katalina: I wasn't wrong, Katie.
Katie: Good. Because there's rumours going around the dungeon you've been acting,
Katie looks the domina up and down a little stopping up on her eyes.
Katie: Soft.
Katie lingers her stare before turning away and tugging on Chastity's leash leading her away. Kat stands still in silence before turning down the hall and begins to depart with her fists starting to tense up. A straight punch to the wall, perhaps a shriek of angry frustration, seems imminent. Before either or worse can commence, from Kat’s rear comes a pair of arms snaking around her waist. She tenses for a moment, though her eyes close as a dark-haired figure leans around and kisses her cheek. The domina leans back a little, breathing an undisguised sigh of relief as her fiancee speaks gently.
Zahara: Don’t listen to her, baby. She just wants to get a rise out of you. But she isn’t allowed to do that. Perhaps she’s in need of corrective action later… to remind her of her place.
No malice filtered into Zahara’s words, but the way her golden eyes stared after Katie showed obvious displeasure at the snark shown by her lover’s tag team partner. Still, Katalina was her focus right now, so Katie got little more than that passing glare.
Zahara: You need time away from the rigors of this place. Come with me.
Katalina: I have a lot to do, love…
Gently shushing Kat with a finger to her lips, certainly not enough to stop her talking but a loving way to coax her into a relaxed quiet.
Zahara: Come with me. There’s birthdays coming up and a little shopping for something nice for those we care about should put a smile back on your face. And if it doesn’t, I’ll find another way.
Resisting the urge to sigh, Kat indeed follows after the magician giving Holly’s door a final glance hoping the maid will be better soon. She has Ariel right now so...hopefully. Kat catches up with Zoey taking her by the hand giving it a gentle squeeze and as much a reassuring smile as she can muster.
Katalina: So where are we going then?
Zahara: Well, Katie is an easy buy… just need to find a game store that has classic titles and systems. For the rest, we’ll have to search a bit. The mall is the best place to start.
The magician did catch her look, the glance toward Holly’s door, and as they reached the garage she turned and set her hands to Kat’s cheeks, gazing into her eyes.
Zahara: We won’t be gone that long. When we get home, we’ll have another little movie night with Holly and Ariel… bring some smiles back to her face. There’ll be time enough for that and for you and me. Try to relax, baby? For me?
Kat slouches her shoulders and drops her head down some looking like she might collpase to the floor is she relaxes any more. Rolling her eyes, Zahara slaps Kat firmly on the ass to try and perk her up.
Zahara: Smarty-pants, huh? I’ll just add that to your ledger for the day.
She laughs, walking around to the driver’s side of her truck and climbing in, waiting for Kat to join her. After some hesitance looking into the trunk of the truck, and remembering Zoey’s own need for speed, the domina seems...reluctant to get in at first but figures statistically she’ll be safer IN the car with Zoey than out of it. So, with that only in mind, Kat takes to the passenger seat and buckles herself in.
Katalina: It is a little weird feeling though, I mean...I do have a title match to prepare for.
Zahara: To be ready, you have to be calm. Doing good things is what calms me. I’m not going after a title, but I AM facing a champion, so I’m in the same boat. Don’t worry, baby… I’ll make sure you’re ready.
No innuendo there; Zahara was serious when she intoned her intention to get Kat prepared for her match. No question in her mind that it was her fiancee that she was rooting for and to see her attain victory would be so wonderful. Much to the domina’s relief, she would soon learn that Zoey was gonna be careful on the road today. Even with Kat’s hand stroking along her thigh.
Katalina: But good things are always so boring. You know how I like to calm down and since Joanna is in this little rat pack of a match I need something a little more to help me calm my nerves.
Kat’s smile appeared...warm but there was still that hint of mischief behind it as she pats her lover’s thigh a couple times.
Katalina: Despite this all being for the Horsewomen...I think she might give a little something extra against me.
Zahara: She’d better, baby, otherwise I’d consider it disrespect. As to the other…
A certain edge was pulled into Zoey’s smile as she eyed Kat from behind her sunglasses.
Zahara: ...I’ll get you GOOD and calm tonight. Trust me.
That earned both a smile and laugh from the domina who nodded her head a couple times thinking while waiting to calm in this moment.
Katalina: Are you two...doing any better?
Zahara: Water under the bridge, baby. We talked it out at that dinner before Emma won the World title, remember? I have no problem with Joanna at all.
And she meant that, though one had to think that if they clashed again, Zahara might call upon more of her Italian fire to make sure another ‘shocking’ occurrence didn’t repeat.
Katalina: So if she punches me a little too hard I’ll know it’s just for me then.
Even though there was the added “heh” under Kat’s breath at the end...it didn’t seem like a joke. As far as Kat was concerned, there was still the target she believed she planted herself on her back.
Zahara: If she punches you a little too hard, I expect… and more importantly SHE expects… you to hit her hard right back. Sister, fellow rider, friend… whatever you want to call her. Gold is on the line. All bets are off. If you have to tear her apart, baby, then do it. I believe she understands that it has to be that way.
Katalina: Opportunity was on the line the last time as well. The look on her face when I tried to roll her up was a little surprising, on her part, so...I don’t know. So yeah, I’ll have to expect it.
Zahara: Expect it and return it in kind.
Stopped at a traffic signal, Zahara squeezed Katalina’s hand and leaned over for a brief yet enticing kiss.
Zahara: You got this, baby.
Katalina: I hope so...
September 10th 10:13am
Kat's Dungeon
Malibu, CA
Back inside the domina's office, we find Katalina sitting in behind her desk dressed more closely to what people would think her as. A full catsuit of black latex cut off just above the cleavage giving an interwoven web effect from there to her neck as it wraps around like a collar. Her shoulders and, for the most part, biceps are bare as the gloves only start at the midpoint of whatever mountainous range would start if she were to flex. It would be more of a rolling plain if anything, but you get the idea. Beside her is the ever loyal pet of the Horsewomen, Candi, a sparkling bit gag resting snugly inside her mouth as she rests on her bottom, knees, and palms pressing her head alongside her Mistress' legs. It's hard to tell what she's wearing from this position, but one can definitely guess that it glitters.
Katalina: Here we are, the first singles title match I've had since joining Visionairies. However...someone seems to be trying to mar it with controversy and if there's one thing I most dabble in, it is indeed the field of controversial subjects.
For reasons I certainly don't know about, Katalina reaches over stroking the side of her obedient lion's head a few times playing with her hair before letting it cascade back into place.
Katalina: So let's address certain concerns brought up by a questionable individual first, shall we? Getting this title shot simply as a reward...hm, how do I put how wrong this is?
Her fingers still trace along through Candi's hair while the domina taps the index finger from her other hand against her chin. Saying it like that is rather silly, but she isn't that flexible.
Katalina: Oh! This is all coming from the man who was shoehorned into a title match simply because his daughter wasn't able to compete and while I've heard a lot from this man...I've yet to hear a thank you.
Did I forget to mention? She's going full Strife here.
Katalina: A thank you that you're relevant again. A thank you that get to look at a cutie like Kate. A thank you that you've been thrust into a position you clearly haven't earned or deserved...yet you feel like pointing out how I haven't earned or deserved a single thing myself.
Katalina gives a few “tch” noises while shaking her head.
Katalina: Instead of berating the bosses in how they treat others, you should be on your knees thanking them. Or at the very least putting question to your own standing, love. Really, you're nothing more than a hypocritical crybaby much like your daughter. You complain that respect isn't immediately served up in places anymore. So if you wish to further your advancements toward me, I ask that you simply grow up. Because I've already forcefully silenced one Cornett I'm sure someone would be displeased if I did it again.
Oh, THAT'S who she was talking about.
Katalina: Now that the...unnecessary unpleasantness is thus far behind us all, I'll move onto what truly matters to me. My title shot, which I would like to thank management over. Not to be a suckup to anyone like Heath has been, but because you both understand and accept what I've said. That at times you just need someone to properly showcase what a championship means. It doesn't mean a celebration with the crowd, it doesn't mean parades in the streets, a “we did it” speech. Championships are strictly about dominance.
She says tightening her hold over Candi's leash.
Katalina: Dominance, control, your own standing on the mountain. If you can't do it yourself then just why the hell are you even in this thing? Which...does bring the concern of a fellow Horsewoman being in the ring as well. Concern would be at an all time high in this, wouldn't it? But neither Max nor Heath should really be worried. The two of you have the support of every fan in attendance, don't you?
Candi swiftly nods her head causing a little jingle out of her leash and soon...it's a wonder on whether she's nodding to agree or nodding to finish whatever song is in her head. After a bit though, Kat rests her fingers atop the blonds head ceasing her movement.
Katalina: So it's just the two of us against an insurmountable amount of people. We're the underdogs here. Alone.
Light whimper from Candi who still underneath her Mistress' fingers.
Katalina: Right, and our lion.
Happy again, Candi looks to nod but again is being held in place.
Katalina: So the question now is...how do the two of us pair together? This isn't like Heatstroke where we can just help one another out rack up the points. This is one fall to a finish, isn't it? Also, I've said some rather questionable things before then. So do Joanna's words then properly reflect her current mindset? Is she fighting for me? Well, at the risk of sounding unpopular within the Compound...she better be.
Candi, again still under Kat's hold, gazes up at the Horsewoman from the corners of her eyes. It's no wonder that since becoming the domina's pet she's taken a certain liking to the blue haired warrior. Moreso than anyone else it would seem. So to have Kat say such things... But Kat makes it all better as she plants her palm down over Candi's head and tussles up her hair causing the lion to giggle from behind her bit.
Katalina: She still owes me as much. Her guarantee wasn't to look out for me but to see me achieve victory. Something she should remember when we have both Heath and Max lying at our feet.
She doesn't quite say it, but you can tell by the look in her eyes she means to inform Joanna here that at such time she should “walk away”.
Katalina: Speaking of Max, I'll admit to overlooking him in my Heatstroke match rundown. Bad Kat.
She gives herself a playful slap on the wrist before returning her hand back atop of Candi's head gently massaging her scalp.
Katalina: With the display you made I'd be surprised if your own mother knew you were there. But I suppose that just gives you something to prove, doesn't it? Five losses in a single night? You need to go from practice dummy...to punching bag. Because after a while with it people at least start to feel sore with their hands. So I wish you luck in redefining yourself. Though, to be honest, not that much because...well,
It should be obvious.
Katalina: Heath...Heath, my views of you remain as they were when I first entered that arena. That without the support and constant pats on the back given by your “fans” you would be nothing. It's said that wrestling fans have a very short-long term memory. Unless you've made the biggest impact upon their lives you will be forgotten. Your reign is your attempt at an impact, Heath, when it's over you will be forgotten.
With a short tug, Kat forces Candi in closer against her thigh so she can start stroking her fingers possessively along the side of her head.
Katalina: After I've become the one to end it and I hold that title high...you'll realize it the moment they begin chanting another name of someone to try and dethrone me and during that time you'll see what marks a true champion. Dominance physically. Dominance psychologically. Dominance completely.
Fade to black
Kat's Dungeon
Malibu, CA
Coming into Katalina's office set up on the second floor of her Dungeon, the dominatrix known as Strife sits behind her desk, hands clasped together in front of her and looking rather stoic. Aside from knowing who she is there isn't really any other sign of her being either a dominatrix or a Horsewoman, even her attire is that of semi-casual with an open neck blouse top underneath a dark gray coat.
Katalina: The other week, you were all privy to something that many have considered an unsettling act. An act that, normally, I wouldn't have even bothered with explaining myself over. Jamilyn, I'm informed for the time being, is out of wrestling because of my actions. Actions, which weren't spurred out of jealousy or hatred, frustration or boredom. No. They were actions made for preservation. Not mine, but Holly's.
The domina pauses a moment to let out a deep breath of air.
Katalina: Actions I've been forgiven over by the only party that truly matters in my honest opinion, Jamilyn herself. Like many of you, she doesn't know the reasoning behind them yet. That goes to show the type of woman that she is and could certainly fuel your dislike or love of the person. Quite frankly, I admire her more now. Anyway, a few short weeks ago, as many of you have forgotten,
Deep down she knows she shouldn't be but she looks rather annoyed toward the camera and us. All of us.
Katalina: Holly slipped into a state of depression so great that that she made a few attempts at ending her life. She's gotten better since, being off the Heatstroke card certainly helped her. Having friends like Zahara, Jennifer, and even Jamilyn herself helped her. I did what I could as well and when I saw the double team efforts of Kate and Jamilyn against her in the corner...
Kat's grip on her other hand tenses up some along with her jaw as she gives herself another momentary breather to maintain her composure.
Katalina: I...snapped.
Not the word she wants to use but there it is.
Katalina: Now, I'm not going to argue the merits over such behavioral tactics in the ring. Nothing was performed illegally and Jamilyn did give the warning. However, it is my personal belief that someone in that state should not have even been competing in the first place. But again, that's my opinion. What's not my opinion but just standard fact is that Holly is a honour bound fighter. One who had high hopes for this match. So, when they were double teaming her I acted.
Closer to how Kat wants to word it, she tends to calm a little more.
Katalina: Did I know the end result of my actions? No. Did Holly agree with my methods? We're still working on that. Would I have done it had I known?
Kat pauses and closes her eyes momentarily before opening them back up again looking dead at the camera lens filming her.
Katalina: Yes.
September 9th 1:47pm
Kat's Dungeon
Malibu, CA
The talk with Holly will need to at least have a sequel and Kat realizes this as she steps out of the maid’s bedroom gently closing the door behind her. There was the belief that Holly wouldn't fully understand Kat's actions and this was proof of it. For now, though, all Kat could do was let the maid rest and try again later. Unfortunately, that's not all Kat will get to do as she turns straight into Katie. Her primary, fellow Naughty Girl, and for the most part confidant. Behind her, wearing just her metallic brassiere and panty combination (something referred to as chastity equipment, in Kat's line of work) was Katie's pet...Chastity. Obviously a joke of a name but not one that's been received well enough as Chastity strokes a finger slowly along her Mistress' cheek. That is until Katie slaps it away drawing a smile over the metal ballgag inside the young submissive's mouth. Kat just smiles at these two and turns to leave. However, Katie wasn't here for such a pleasantry and makes it quickly known by calling out.
Katie: I would've held her.
Kat stops dead in her tracks as in behind Chastity hugs herself close to Katie's arm gently stroking the same finger as before along the brunette's sternum dancing it around the key to her chastity devices.
Katie: If I were there I would have held Jamilyn in place for you.
Katalina doesn't say anything, she just stands there prompting her primary to step closer tugging her pets leash bringing her along as well.
Katie: Then I would have held Kate.
Again, Kat remains silent as Katie comes to a halt right in behind her Mistress.
Katie: Because unlike Holly, I wouldn't have needed help. Instead, I'd have helped you, Mistress. Dominance is your striving point in life. You let all those people run their mouth about you, tell you that you were wrong for what you did.
Katalina: I wasn't wrong, Katie.
Katie: Good. Because there's rumours going around the dungeon you've been acting,
Katie looks the domina up and down a little stopping up on her eyes.
Katie: Soft.
Katie lingers her stare before turning away and tugging on Chastity's leash leading her away. Kat stands still in silence before turning down the hall and begins to depart with her fists starting to tense up. A straight punch to the wall, perhaps a shriek of angry frustration, seems imminent. Before either or worse can commence, from Kat’s rear comes a pair of arms snaking around her waist. She tenses for a moment, though her eyes close as a dark-haired figure leans around and kisses her cheek. The domina leans back a little, breathing an undisguised sigh of relief as her fiancee speaks gently.
Zahara: Don’t listen to her, baby. She just wants to get a rise out of you. But she isn’t allowed to do that. Perhaps she’s in need of corrective action later… to remind her of her place.
No malice filtered into Zahara’s words, but the way her golden eyes stared after Katie showed obvious displeasure at the snark shown by her lover’s tag team partner. Still, Katalina was her focus right now, so Katie got little more than that passing glare.
Zahara: You need time away from the rigors of this place. Come with me.
Katalina: I have a lot to do, love…
Gently shushing Kat with a finger to her lips, certainly not enough to stop her talking but a loving way to coax her into a relaxed quiet.
Zahara: Come with me. There’s birthdays coming up and a little shopping for something nice for those we care about should put a smile back on your face. And if it doesn’t, I’ll find another way.
Resisting the urge to sigh, Kat indeed follows after the magician giving Holly’s door a final glance hoping the maid will be better soon. She has Ariel right now so...hopefully. Kat catches up with Zoey taking her by the hand giving it a gentle squeeze and as much a reassuring smile as she can muster.
Katalina: So where are we going then?
Zahara: Well, Katie is an easy buy… just need to find a game store that has classic titles and systems. For the rest, we’ll have to search a bit. The mall is the best place to start.
The magician did catch her look, the glance toward Holly’s door, and as they reached the garage she turned and set her hands to Kat’s cheeks, gazing into her eyes.
Zahara: We won’t be gone that long. When we get home, we’ll have another little movie night with Holly and Ariel… bring some smiles back to her face. There’ll be time enough for that and for you and me. Try to relax, baby? For me?
Kat slouches her shoulders and drops her head down some looking like she might collpase to the floor is she relaxes any more. Rolling her eyes, Zahara slaps Kat firmly on the ass to try and perk her up.
Zahara: Smarty-pants, huh? I’ll just add that to your ledger for the day.
She laughs, walking around to the driver’s side of her truck and climbing in, waiting for Kat to join her. After some hesitance looking into the trunk of the truck, and remembering Zoey’s own need for speed, the domina seems...reluctant to get in at first but figures statistically she’ll be safer IN the car with Zoey than out of it. So, with that only in mind, Kat takes to the passenger seat and buckles herself in.
Katalina: It is a little weird feeling though, I mean...I do have a title match to prepare for.
Zahara: To be ready, you have to be calm. Doing good things is what calms me. I’m not going after a title, but I AM facing a champion, so I’m in the same boat. Don’t worry, baby… I’ll make sure you’re ready.
No innuendo there; Zahara was serious when she intoned her intention to get Kat prepared for her match. No question in her mind that it was her fiancee that she was rooting for and to see her attain victory would be so wonderful. Much to the domina’s relief, she would soon learn that Zoey was gonna be careful on the road today. Even with Kat’s hand stroking along her thigh.
Katalina: But good things are always so boring. You know how I like to calm down and since Joanna is in this little rat pack of a match I need something a little more to help me calm my nerves.
Kat’s smile appeared...warm but there was still that hint of mischief behind it as she pats her lover’s thigh a couple times.
Katalina: Despite this all being for the Horsewomen...I think she might give a little something extra against me.
Zahara: She’d better, baby, otherwise I’d consider it disrespect. As to the other…
A certain edge was pulled into Zoey’s smile as she eyed Kat from behind her sunglasses.
Zahara: ...I’ll get you GOOD and calm tonight. Trust me.
That earned both a smile and laugh from the domina who nodded her head a couple times thinking while waiting to calm in this moment.
Katalina: Are you two...doing any better?
Zahara: Water under the bridge, baby. We talked it out at that dinner before Emma won the World title, remember? I have no problem with Joanna at all.
And she meant that, though one had to think that if they clashed again, Zahara might call upon more of her Italian fire to make sure another ‘shocking’ occurrence didn’t repeat.
Katalina: So if she punches me a little too hard I’ll know it’s just for me then.
Even though there was the added “heh” under Kat’s breath at the end...it didn’t seem like a joke. As far as Kat was concerned, there was still the target she believed she planted herself on her back.
Zahara: If she punches you a little too hard, I expect… and more importantly SHE expects… you to hit her hard right back. Sister, fellow rider, friend… whatever you want to call her. Gold is on the line. All bets are off. If you have to tear her apart, baby, then do it. I believe she understands that it has to be that way.
Katalina: Opportunity was on the line the last time as well. The look on her face when I tried to roll her up was a little surprising, on her part, so...I don’t know. So yeah, I’ll have to expect it.
Zahara: Expect it and return it in kind.
Stopped at a traffic signal, Zahara squeezed Katalina’s hand and leaned over for a brief yet enticing kiss.
Zahara: You got this, baby.
Katalina: I hope so...
September 10th 10:13am
Kat's Dungeon
Malibu, CA
Back inside the domina's office, we find Katalina sitting in behind her desk dressed more closely to what people would think her as. A full catsuit of black latex cut off just above the cleavage giving an interwoven web effect from there to her neck as it wraps around like a collar. Her shoulders and, for the most part, biceps are bare as the gloves only start at the midpoint of whatever mountainous range would start if she were to flex. It would be more of a rolling plain if anything, but you get the idea. Beside her is the ever loyal pet of the Horsewomen, Candi, a sparkling bit gag resting snugly inside her mouth as she rests on her bottom, knees, and palms pressing her head alongside her Mistress' legs. It's hard to tell what she's wearing from this position, but one can definitely guess that it glitters.
Katalina: Here we are, the first singles title match I've had since joining Visionairies. However...someone seems to be trying to mar it with controversy and if there's one thing I most dabble in, it is indeed the field of controversial subjects.
For reasons I certainly don't know about, Katalina reaches over stroking the side of her obedient lion's head a few times playing with her hair before letting it cascade back into place.
Katalina: So let's address certain concerns brought up by a questionable individual first, shall we? Getting this title shot simply as a reward...hm, how do I put how wrong this is?
Her fingers still trace along through Candi's hair while the domina taps the index finger from her other hand against her chin. Saying it like that is rather silly, but she isn't that flexible.
Katalina: Oh! This is all coming from the man who was shoehorned into a title match simply because his daughter wasn't able to compete and while I've heard a lot from this man...I've yet to hear a thank you.
Did I forget to mention? She's going full Strife here.
Katalina: A thank you that you're relevant again. A thank you that get to look at a cutie like Kate. A thank you that you've been thrust into a position you clearly haven't earned or deserved...yet you feel like pointing out how I haven't earned or deserved a single thing myself.
Katalina gives a few “tch” noises while shaking her head.
Katalina: Instead of berating the bosses in how they treat others, you should be on your knees thanking them. Or at the very least putting question to your own standing, love. Really, you're nothing more than a hypocritical crybaby much like your daughter. You complain that respect isn't immediately served up in places anymore. So if you wish to further your advancements toward me, I ask that you simply grow up. Because I've already forcefully silenced one Cornett I'm sure someone would be displeased if I did it again.
Oh, THAT'S who she was talking about.
Katalina: Now that the...unnecessary unpleasantness is thus far behind us all, I'll move onto what truly matters to me. My title shot, which I would like to thank management over. Not to be a suckup to anyone like Heath has been, but because you both understand and accept what I've said. That at times you just need someone to properly showcase what a championship means. It doesn't mean a celebration with the crowd, it doesn't mean parades in the streets, a “we did it” speech. Championships are strictly about dominance.
She says tightening her hold over Candi's leash.
Katalina: Dominance, control, your own standing on the mountain. If you can't do it yourself then just why the hell are you even in this thing? Which...does bring the concern of a fellow Horsewoman being in the ring as well. Concern would be at an all time high in this, wouldn't it? But neither Max nor Heath should really be worried. The two of you have the support of every fan in attendance, don't you?
Candi swiftly nods her head causing a little jingle out of her leash and soon...it's a wonder on whether she's nodding to agree or nodding to finish whatever song is in her head. After a bit though, Kat rests her fingers atop the blonds head ceasing her movement.
Katalina: So it's just the two of us against an insurmountable amount of people. We're the underdogs here. Alone.
Light whimper from Candi who still underneath her Mistress' fingers.
Katalina: Right, and our lion.
Happy again, Candi looks to nod but again is being held in place.
Katalina: So the question now is...how do the two of us pair together? This isn't like Heatstroke where we can just help one another out rack up the points. This is one fall to a finish, isn't it? Also, I've said some rather questionable things before then. So do Joanna's words then properly reflect her current mindset? Is she fighting for me? Well, at the risk of sounding unpopular within the Compound...she better be.
Candi, again still under Kat's hold, gazes up at the Horsewoman from the corners of her eyes. It's no wonder that since becoming the domina's pet she's taken a certain liking to the blue haired warrior. Moreso than anyone else it would seem. So to have Kat say such things... But Kat makes it all better as she plants her palm down over Candi's head and tussles up her hair causing the lion to giggle from behind her bit.
Katalina: She still owes me as much. Her guarantee wasn't to look out for me but to see me achieve victory. Something she should remember when we have both Heath and Max lying at our feet.
She doesn't quite say it, but you can tell by the look in her eyes she means to inform Joanna here that at such time she should “walk away”.
Katalina: Speaking of Max, I'll admit to overlooking him in my Heatstroke match rundown. Bad Kat.
She gives herself a playful slap on the wrist before returning her hand back atop of Candi's head gently massaging her scalp.
Katalina: With the display you made I'd be surprised if your own mother knew you were there. But I suppose that just gives you something to prove, doesn't it? Five losses in a single night? You need to go from practice dummy...to punching bag. Because after a while with it people at least start to feel sore with their hands. So I wish you luck in redefining yourself. Though, to be honest, not that much because...well,
It should be obvious.
Katalina: Heath...Heath, my views of you remain as they were when I first entered that arena. That without the support and constant pats on the back given by your “fans” you would be nothing. It's said that wrestling fans have a very short-long term memory. Unless you've made the biggest impact upon their lives you will be forgotten. Your reign is your attempt at an impact, Heath, when it's over you will be forgotten.
With a short tug, Kat forces Candi in closer against her thigh so she can start stroking her fingers possessively along the side of her head.
Katalina: After I've become the one to end it and I hold that title high...you'll realize it the moment they begin chanting another name of someone to try and dethrone me and during that time you'll see what marks a true champion. Dominance physically. Dominance psychologically. Dominance completely.
Fade to black
