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Is he the next Oracle or Prophet?; or is he just a sleezy conman?
Topic Started: Jan 26 2005, 03:16 PM (47 Views)
Xtreme Kitten
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[Xtreme Kitten is shown standing in front of his own locker room with one of the Tag Team titles on his right shoulder, wearing his wrestling gear and one of the Xtreme Kitten ‘Before and After’ shirts. Xtreme Kitten is looking at the title belt, he then pretends to tickle it, and he shakes his shoulder as he does to give the impression that the title likes it]

XK: You might have a little brother soon.

[Kitten giggles in baby fashion, probably to keep the act of the title being alive going]

XK: That’s right, there are only a few things standing in the way.

[Xtreme Kitten takes his eyes from the title and puts them on the camera]

XK: And right now those things are watching.

[Xtreme Kitten looks back at the title]

XK: Say hello to Nightmare, Hutch, Martyn, Jack and Bane Security

[Xtreme Kitten waits for the belt to say something but it doesn’t or more to the point he doesn’t say anything for it. Kitten starts looking frustrated and then looks at the camera and smiles nervously]

XK: Seems it was time for a nap. Well guess this means I will have to talk softly

[And as if on que; loud banging on the door behind Xtreme Kitten]

Lucy: Unlock this door!

[Kitten is startled and drops the title; he crumbles to his knee feigning sorrow. Xtreme Kitten picks the title up and cuddles it]

XK: there, there, were does it hurt.

Lucy: And give me my title back!

[Xtreme Kitten gets up in a huff clinging to the title with one arm, he reaches around to the back and pulls something from his shirt, from the sound of it, it was a set of keys, unsurprisingly it was, the undoes the lock on the door but holds on to the handle, he lets it open a slight amount Lucy sticks her face in the crack]

Lucy: Give me my title!

XK: You want your title here is your title.

[Xtreme Kitten aggressively hands the title to her, she steps back in a calm from holding the title, Kitten slams the door shut and quickly locks it. Kitten waits a second to find out if Lucy is going to start yelling, he then slowly turns to the camera]

XK: Ok now that my fun is over, I guess it is time for me to talk about this marvellous opportunity I have been given.

[Xtreme Kitten starts to walk away from the door the camera staying in front of him]

XK: I have been given the chance to beat two guys I know nearly nothing about, to earn me another chance at getting screwed.

[Kitten shows signs of thinking before continuing]

XK: Doesn’t sound all that marvellous does it. Guess that’s why I am a wrestler and not in promotion or marketing, cause those guys in their offices call this match a triple threat, they call this match a number one contendership match for the Slam International title!

[Xtreme Kitten talks with his hands making it seem like what he is saying is grand and important, when he is done the hands drop and his look turns sour]

XK: But everyone knows it is just another chance to weaken the people Jack Manson wants weakened. It is a way for Martyn to get a battered, worn, and broken opponent. It is Jack Manson flexing his administrative muscle, which is better then flexing his real muscle because frankly that could get him hurt.

[Banging can be heard coming from down the hallway; Xtreme Kitten picks up his walking pace]

XK: A paranoid person might think that this match is nothing more then getting three people that Manson and his cronies don’t like in one place so a huge attack can take place… but chances of something that simple and blatant happening a surely slim… isn’t it?

[Xtreme Kitten waits to see is someone will respond]

XK: Fine don’t answer. And who are the fellow victims in this match? Who are the fools in this match? That is simple…

[Xtreme Kitten is obviously drawing a blank, but soon walks past a board with the card pinned to it]

XK: Hutch and…

[Xtreme runs back to the board he then runs back to the camera]

XK: Nightmare. Now why do I call them victims, well I just got through saying the match is nothing more then an exercise in weakening the competition. And why are they both fools, because neither one of them seems to realise that win or loose there is no chance anyone in this match stands a chance at beating Martyn Maivia… ok each one of use would stand a chance it is was just that, but think about it fellas, Martyn is walking down an easy road, he has the back of Manson, he has Bane Security watching his back and protecting his title reign. This match it the closest Martyn and the others are going to let any of us get to that title. So Nightmare, Crown Prince of Pain, forget about breaking the loosing streak because it isn’t worth it, just like before, and just like I was last week, you will get cheated… I mightn’t have had Martyn beat the Kitten’s Meow doesn’t have a record of beating people, but I didn’t get to find out how close I was. Hutch, Sultan of Slam! Clown Prince of Charisma or whatever you proclaim yourself to be I urge you to give up those dreams of achieving Grand Slam, you might think.

[Xtreme Kitten stops and gets ready for what he is about to do]

XK: That….IS…The FUTURE!

[Xtreme Kitten snaps out of the pose he has taken and stares at the camera]

XK: But that aint just going to happen, you’re delusional, you and Nightmare both are.

[Xtreme Kitten then smiles]

XK: You more so then Nightmare though Hutch. After all from what I gathered you think I wrestle in a rubber cat suit, I know you haven’t been paying attention you admitted that but crikey man my wrestling attire isn’t rubber.

[Xtreme Kitten removes the ‘Before and After’ shirt and throws it behind him]

XK: This is my wrestling attire; I can count the number of this mainly containing rubber on two fingers…

[Xtreme Kitten raises one hand, he then points at the elbow of his raised arm]

XK: My elbow pads… that’s one because it they are a pair.

[Xtreme Kitten raises one finger, he then stops and raises his right leg making sure to bend his knee, he then taps his knee there isn’t a sound]

XK: My knee pads, hey guess what they are a pair as well.

[Kitten raises another finger and puts his foot back to the ground and starts walking again, lowering his hand as he starts walking]

XK: But hey I can’t blame you for opting to watch Lucy instead of the match itself… actually I can and usually would but really if you haven’t been watching my matches then you’re in for a surprise, especially if you think I am gonna wrestle in a rubber cat suit... If I was going to wrestling in a cat suit it would be made out of leather, it feels better on the skin.

Now that I have probably given out too much personal information I think it time I get back on track. Right now, both of you, Nightmare and Hutch, are probably thinking me as some sort of conman trying to talk you in to believing what I am saying, you might even think of me as some kind of man that has given up hope. But I am neither, I have not given up hope that Slam can be a great show no matter how bad Jack Manson’s judgement is, I have not given up hope of Jack Manson loosing his grip on the titles, I have not given up hope in knocking Jack Manson’s cronies, suck ups, and the one man he sucks up to Orion Oldroid off of their pedestals. But this match is going to achieve nothing, I am not an Oracle or a Prophet, I can’t see the future but I can tell when I am being set up… well when it is this obvious. If you two don’t have the same feeling and don’t believe me, that is fine, fight to win, fight to get your title shot, fight for the chance to be screwed over again but don’t delude yourself in believing that this match is the chance you have been waiting for.

[Xtreme Kitten is now near an unmanned concession stand, he jumps over the barrier and grabs one of his shirts, he pulls it on, it is several sizes too small and doesn’t quite cover all of him, he jumps onto the bench part and sits down and looks at the camera]

XK: Now guys I know we aren’t that close and I don’t really know either of you, but I am not about to let someone else take this match and get robbed. You guys a huge stars as far as the fans are concerned, me I am nothing more then a two time tag team champion with a loss column that no superhero could leap over in a single bound. I am going to do the right thing, I am going to save you both the humiliation that another screw job would bring, that’s right I am going to pin one of you guys to save both of you, if you want to fight my selfless gesture feel free I have no problem kicking you both into last week. And on the oh so slight chance that when I get the title shot I win you can believe that I will think of both of you as top contenders… no seriously on the very slight chance that not only I save both of you from a humiliation that wasn’t coming and win the Slam International championship I will demand that Jack Manson give you two a separate title shots in which order I don’t care.

[Xtreme Kitten pushes off the counter top and walks over to the counter]

XK: But like I said that is on the off chance I am not right.

[Footage ends]
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**Backstage we see Xtreme Kitten on a monitor. Hutch is watching thoughtfully, while Ragin' is sat behind him watching out of boredom. He slaps his hands on his knees and pushes himself up walking over to his partner.**

Ragin': "The next.. Oracle.. or Prophet? What is it with people around here? Slam's become mentally unstable, I mean.. Xtreme Kitten? I think the you can beat a damned Kitten, and well EVERYONE can beat Nightmare. Piece of cake, man."

**Hutch smiles and nods, slamming his fist into his open hand.**

Hutch: "Soon enough, you and I will be holding the gold, the two top belts on Slam! Why? Because we are..."

**Ragin' slaps his friend on the shoulder heartily. He answers.**

Ragin': ".. the soon to be present. We're the be all and end all on Slam and we'll remind people it's Hutch and Ragin' who set the benchmarks.. and who people should aspire to become.**

**The camera fades out.**
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We cut to another locker room, and this room contains Nightmare watching Xtreme Kitten, and then watching AnE. He covers his face with his hand briefly upon hearing Ragin's quip about anyone can beat Nightmare, and then he speaks.

"XK, you may be right. This may just be another circus act for the boss to clap his hands at, and then screw the THREE of us out of that championship. And Ragin', I'm sorry, but I don't aspire to become a washed up has-been, alright? Don't be spewing crap about how everybody can beat me, because although they have, the majority of them have done it by cheating. Also, Ragin', I think you've had your fair share of people who kicked your ass in the past. Remember Brighty, Ragin'? Elrick, even, whom you have never beaten? And we can't forget your buddy Hutch, who beat you of all people to get his precious World Title reign."

Nightmare, realising he's getting off the point, stands up off his chair.

"I'm not gonna let Jack Manson screw me out of this match. I have worked too damn hard and too damn long in this federation and I think I should be gratified by getting fifteen minutes to kick Martyn Maivia's scrawny ass all over that ring. And if I have to beat you, Xtreme Kitten, and you, Hutch, to get that title shot, then so be it. Now get outta here, cameraguy."

At that command the camera-guy scampers away and we go to black.
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