Post by Kathleen Conway on Apr 13, 2013 12:46:15 GMT -6
Suddenly Kathy looks dead ahead at Dr Fisher, unnerving him slightly, and for a moment it appears as if she's trying to distance herself from the rapidly impending attack that she was reliving right here in his office, but as her eyes narrow slightly, and the subtle movement of her pupils told him that she was tracking something moving just beyond her attackers.
This intrigued Dr Fisher just enough to get up out of his seat, chewing one end of his spectacles as he cautiously stepped to the right, keeping his distance from her so as not to interrupt her stream of memories as they played out before him.
She looks off to the left and then takes her moment to throw a kick at one of her attackers but suddenly stops. She looks ahead of her and the movement of her head told Dr Fisher that she watched her attacker fall to the left.
Kathy then snaps her head to the right and smiles at Dr Fisher and has a tremendous look of relief on her face as she steps away from the wall and runs up to Dr Fisher, embracing the elder man rather tightly, with tears in her eyes.
Kathy: STEVE! AM I EVER GLAD TO SEE YOU! YOU SAVED ME! YOU SAVED MY LIFE! THANK YOU!
Kathy then lets him go and walks over to the left, crouching down and appears to address a small creature.
Kathy: And thank you too.
Dr Fisher decided then that she had been through enough enough and that it was time to bring her out of her trance.
Jenny Williams, our illustrious Starlets World Champion, a woman I've never really crossed paths with until now. I can only hope that you will not discount me as some worthless piece of tail in this match, I've heard enough of that from the members of your family like Crystal, her best friend, Zelda, hell it wouldn't surprise me one bit if I continue to hear it from women like Charity and Jasmine as they scramble for something vaguely plausible to throw at me for no other reason than to cover all of their bases and ensure that they've addressed every one of their opponents in this match.
I am all too well aware of what I have and what I have not achieved during my time in this company. If I am reminded one more time this week about how I only won the Starlets Tag Team Championship in a handicap match and how damn unfair it all was to Mercedes Lewis, that's enough, I certainly don't need to hear it four more times from any of you. I get it, compared to most of my opponents in this match, my credibility in that ring is not what it should be or even what I would like it to be - and as much as such an admission might hurt me to make, I will make it to all of you because I realise that it is not until you have learned to be weak that you can truly learn to be strong - and believe me when I say I am strong. Stronger even then all of you, I've bounced back from more than one injury in my life. I finally see a light at the end of the tunnel after being dumped on my head by Spike Kane five years ago, and if just beyond that light lies my first and only Starlets World Championship, well then you can beat each of your smug self-righteous asses that I will bite, scratch and claw my way to my salvation.
None of you will stop me from completing my journey, I've been on this road for far too long to turn back now. Fate has dragged me through Hell more times than any of you will ever understand, if I have to march through Hell one more time and march step by step with the pounding of my heart as it reverberates within the steel walls of the Coliseum, then so be it. Whether the gold lies at the end of my journey remains to be seen, whether that ten pounds of gold will perfectly compliment the crown of diamonds on my head and the silver steel of a thumping heart that will never thaw for any of you, is not yet known. All I know is that regardless of the result this Sunday, I can only get stronger from here. This butterfly can only emerge to fly higher from her steel cocoon. Whether I take the belt with me as I soar or leave it behind for dirty, envious mongrels to fight over like table scraps remains to be seen. Win or lose, each of you will look upon me with the envious eyes as you have for five years now.
Every dog envies a butterfly in flight, even if it is briefly, before they inevitably go back to fighting over buried bones, for that is their nature. This butterfly will find her way home, whether I have the gold around my waist or not really is not as important to me as the piece of gold I already own, the one you all mock me for because it drives you crazy to know that you will never be able to take it from me in spite of your best efforts and on your best day. The twenty-four carats wrapped around the heart of my husband and reflected in the inextinguishable spirits of our babies is something I know you all envy, some of you more than others, and some of you will go out of your way to deny it simply to keep up an image you cannot afford to lose, because that image is what defines you, without it you are nothing.
Jenny, much like her other half, knows exactly what it is to amass a streak in this business, to have some sense of longevity in this business, and if I was a certain devastatingly handsome Italian man it might matter to me even more than it does to you, but it doesn't, and I'm sure you all see that as some sort of sacrilege, especially in a business such as this, a business founded and fueled by greed, but ultimately I realise there are much more important things to hold onto in this life and in this World than title belts, it is this that separates me from each of you. The fact that I can sleep soundly at night wrapped up in the arms of my blonde stallion in spite of my professional failings is the reason you all hate me.
You all hate me because I am not kept awake by some grand scheme to forge my wa to the top and hold that fifteen pounds of gold. Some of you tossb and turn, flip over pillows and throw off your duvets as you wrestle with your own decision of whether you should stab one of the only friends you have left in this business for one more shot at glory, for fifteen minutes longer in that spotlight. Isn't that right Emma?
You want to end our alliance before it even found its roots, and why? Because you're tired of my ****? Because even when I call you a raging She-Hulk even in jest it hurts you? Or is it simply because you want to be that big bad bitch one more time? Is the belt really that important to you that you're willing to stand atop the crumbling mountain all alone? It's okay though Emma, the rest of them may laugh that we fell victim to the old wrestling cliche of fall out over a chance at the World Championship, but hey if that's the route you want to take, more power to you. Just don't come to me when Zelda or Jenny kick you back into the oblivion my husband and I spent so much time and effort trying to pull you out of and to make you relevant again.
I let you in my house, I let you take my husband away from my kids to help you and I even let you have your 'big' moment in the spotlight in that handicap match against Rose Acantha, and this is the thanks I get? All I can say is I hope the World Championship is worth it, and you better hope and pray to Jesus, Allah and Buddha that you do manage to stomp your way to the title belt this Sunday because if you don't, you just might be sitting out A Night To Remember, drowning your sorrows in a little green bottle and sliding your big butch ass down the slippery slope back to eternal irrelevance.
You see I haven't done all that well in NCW, but at least I can look back with some pride and say I haven't done all that badly for someone who wasn't born with wrestling in their blood, I was an officer of the law before any of this, it is only the throbbing of my heart that I got every time Jake looked at me even when I was with Sexy Jason that pulled me even further down this rabbit hole, further than I ever intended to go in fact. I've stepped aside more than once to give Starlets like Jasmine and Emma their opportunities, because that's all I've ever been about, and yet all I get in return apart from the thanks I deserve is:
"Geez Kathy you're such a liar and a stuck up bitch!"
Well if that really is true and that really is how all of you see me then I'm sure you won't mind if this Sunday, this lying bitch finally sticks up for herself...
Dr Fisher: I will say, the vivid recall really was quite remarkable to witness. I had no idea that you had repressed something like that...
Kathy: Neither does Jake...but I recall it all so vividly now...and in a strange way it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, so thanks for that Doctor...
Dr Fisher: I'm glad I could help. Would you mind going over it again in your own words, I really think we've made quite the breakthrough here, if you can finally accept what happened to you, it just might put a permanent end to The Wild Kat...
Kathy takes a deep breath as she begins to recount the night in question in early 2007, one of her first cases when she returned to work shortly after the birth of her first daughter, Solitaire.
Kathy: It was night. It was raining. Little Simon Delany had been missing for four days. We finally got a ransom call on the fifth day. It was all over the local news and the kidnappers knew I was a cop when I had intercepted one of their calls to try and negotiate for the boy's life. I felt responsible as the Sergeant assigned to the case. Apparently the guy I spoke to on the phone thought I sounded too sexy to be a dirty pig and I was instructed to drop off the money alone, unarmed. I couldn't take the chance with a wire or a gun...
Dr Fisher: And where was the drop to take place?
Kathy: Chaplin Nature Center. I arrived with the briefcase as instructed, walked over to a small silver pick up and handed over the money to this big bald bastard with tattoos of snakes and skulls all down his arm. I was in civilian clothing, just a plain white T-shirt and jeans. He took the money from me after licking me across my cheek and telling me that it was funny that I didn't taste of bacon. I asked to see the boy and I thought it was all going well until the guy pulled me by the hair and spun me around before slamming me back first against the truck. I tried to fight my way out of it, but he pinned me to the side of the truck as I remember Simon screaming and tapping the window as he looked on. That's when this jackass' buddy came round the truck to my left and kicked me in the gut. The next thing I knew I had a knife to my throat as he started to undo his belt buckle and tell me how much he was going to enjoy this, and that if I didn't enjoy it too, he would make me watch him butcher the boy...
Kathy pauses, if only to remind herself that the bejeweled butterfly was still around her neck by caressing it as she continued her recollection.
Kathy: Then he used the knife to cut away my t-shirt, and laughed as he licked his lips as he threw it to the side. He told me that he was definitely going to enjoy himself with a rack like mine, and he cut away my bra strap from one side, and then the second, but I stopped it from falling and begged him not to do this. He didn't like that and he slapped me hard across the face. As I opened my eyes I saw something moving in the shadows over his shoulder. That's when she pounced at his accomplice on the left and brought me my moment.
Dr Fisher: She?
Kathy: Yes - a wild bobcat. She growled and lunged herself at the guy and I took my moment to kick the bald creep in his nutsack, but it turns out that I didn't need to worry for much longer because the next thing I saw was that he dropped to his knees and fell to the side with a bullet in the side of his skull. In my adrenalin rush I barely registered hearing the gunshot. It came from one of my best officers Steve Evans. I suppose that was the moment that seeded our brief romance in the coming months. He had saved my life and I felt I owed him.
Dr Fisher: Well at least now we know why cats represent such a source of strength for you psychologically, the bobcat rescued you and your mind made quite the psychological association that even a year later when you felt helpless after your head injury, it reverted to a symbol of strength to pull you through your darkest times or all those times you felt emotionally overwhelmed and unable to cope with your intense emotional states after suffering such trauma.
Kathy: That...actually makes a lot of sense. Ever since that bobcat saved my life, I've felt a remarkable kinship with cats and I see them as wonderfully majestic and beautiful creatures...
Dr Fisher: Something tells me you'll never lose that sense or that survival instinct, Mrs Conway...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: You might be right, Doctor...
It was then as Kathy palmed the butterfly around her neck that she realised that The Wild Kat was not dead, she had just found peace. With her soul at peace, her spirit could soar to new heights on the wings of a beautifully bejeweled butterfly. Heights she had never been able to reach before...
This intrigued Dr Fisher just enough to get up out of his seat, chewing one end of his spectacles as he cautiously stepped to the right, keeping his distance from her so as not to interrupt her stream of memories as they played out before him.
She looks off to the left and then takes her moment to throw a kick at one of her attackers but suddenly stops. She looks ahead of her and the movement of her head told Dr Fisher that she watched her attacker fall to the left.
Kathy then snaps her head to the right and smiles at Dr Fisher and has a tremendous look of relief on her face as she steps away from the wall and runs up to Dr Fisher, embracing the elder man rather tightly, with tears in her eyes.
Kathy: STEVE! AM I EVER GLAD TO SEE YOU! YOU SAVED ME! YOU SAVED MY LIFE! THANK YOU!
Kathy then lets him go and walks over to the left, crouching down and appears to address a small creature.
Kathy: And thank you too.
Dr Fisher decided then that she had been through enough enough and that it was time to bring her out of her trance.
Jenny Williams, our illustrious Starlets World Champion, a woman I've never really crossed paths with until now. I can only hope that you will not discount me as some worthless piece of tail in this match, I've heard enough of that from the members of your family like Crystal, her best friend, Zelda, hell it wouldn't surprise me one bit if I continue to hear it from women like Charity and Jasmine as they scramble for something vaguely plausible to throw at me for no other reason than to cover all of their bases and ensure that they've addressed every one of their opponents in this match.
I am all too well aware of what I have and what I have not achieved during my time in this company. If I am reminded one more time this week about how I only won the Starlets Tag Team Championship in a handicap match and how damn unfair it all was to Mercedes Lewis, that's enough, I certainly don't need to hear it four more times from any of you. I get it, compared to most of my opponents in this match, my credibility in that ring is not what it should be or even what I would like it to be - and as much as such an admission might hurt me to make, I will make it to all of you because I realise that it is not until you have learned to be weak that you can truly learn to be strong - and believe me when I say I am strong. Stronger even then all of you, I've bounced back from more than one injury in my life. I finally see a light at the end of the tunnel after being dumped on my head by Spike Kane five years ago, and if just beyond that light lies my first and only Starlets World Championship, well then you can beat each of your smug self-righteous asses that I will bite, scratch and claw my way to my salvation.
None of you will stop me from completing my journey, I've been on this road for far too long to turn back now. Fate has dragged me through Hell more times than any of you will ever understand, if I have to march through Hell one more time and march step by step with the pounding of my heart as it reverberates within the steel walls of the Coliseum, then so be it. Whether the gold lies at the end of my journey remains to be seen, whether that ten pounds of gold will perfectly compliment the crown of diamonds on my head and the silver steel of a thumping heart that will never thaw for any of you, is not yet known. All I know is that regardless of the result this Sunday, I can only get stronger from here. This butterfly can only emerge to fly higher from her steel cocoon. Whether I take the belt with me as I soar or leave it behind for dirty, envious mongrels to fight over like table scraps remains to be seen. Win or lose, each of you will look upon me with the envious eyes as you have for five years now.
Every dog envies a butterfly in flight, even if it is briefly, before they inevitably go back to fighting over buried bones, for that is their nature. This butterfly will find her way home, whether I have the gold around my waist or not really is not as important to me as the piece of gold I already own, the one you all mock me for because it drives you crazy to know that you will never be able to take it from me in spite of your best efforts and on your best day. The twenty-four carats wrapped around the heart of my husband and reflected in the inextinguishable spirits of our babies is something I know you all envy, some of you more than others, and some of you will go out of your way to deny it simply to keep up an image you cannot afford to lose, because that image is what defines you, without it you are nothing.
Jenny, much like her other half, knows exactly what it is to amass a streak in this business, to have some sense of longevity in this business, and if I was a certain devastatingly handsome Italian man it might matter to me even more than it does to you, but it doesn't, and I'm sure you all see that as some sort of sacrilege, especially in a business such as this, a business founded and fueled by greed, but ultimately I realise there are much more important things to hold onto in this life and in this World than title belts, it is this that separates me from each of you. The fact that I can sleep soundly at night wrapped up in the arms of my blonde stallion in spite of my professional failings is the reason you all hate me.
You all hate me because I am not kept awake by some grand scheme to forge my wa to the top and hold that fifteen pounds of gold. Some of you tossb and turn, flip over pillows and throw off your duvets as you wrestle with your own decision of whether you should stab one of the only friends you have left in this business for one more shot at glory, for fifteen minutes longer in that spotlight. Isn't that right Emma?
You want to end our alliance before it even found its roots, and why? Because you're tired of my ****? Because even when I call you a raging She-Hulk even in jest it hurts you? Or is it simply because you want to be that big bad bitch one more time? Is the belt really that important to you that you're willing to stand atop the crumbling mountain all alone? It's okay though Emma, the rest of them may laugh that we fell victim to the old wrestling cliche of fall out over a chance at the World Championship, but hey if that's the route you want to take, more power to you. Just don't come to me when Zelda or Jenny kick you back into the oblivion my husband and I spent so much time and effort trying to pull you out of and to make you relevant again.
I let you in my house, I let you take my husband away from my kids to help you and I even let you have your 'big' moment in the spotlight in that handicap match against Rose Acantha, and this is the thanks I get? All I can say is I hope the World Championship is worth it, and you better hope and pray to Jesus, Allah and Buddha that you do manage to stomp your way to the title belt this Sunday because if you don't, you just might be sitting out A Night To Remember, drowning your sorrows in a little green bottle and sliding your big butch ass down the slippery slope back to eternal irrelevance.
You see I haven't done all that well in NCW, but at least I can look back with some pride and say I haven't done all that badly for someone who wasn't born with wrestling in their blood, I was an officer of the law before any of this, it is only the throbbing of my heart that I got every time Jake looked at me even when I was with Sexy Jason that pulled me even further down this rabbit hole, further than I ever intended to go in fact. I've stepped aside more than once to give Starlets like Jasmine and Emma their opportunities, because that's all I've ever been about, and yet all I get in return apart from the thanks I deserve is:
"Geez Kathy you're such a liar and a stuck up bitch!"
Well if that really is true and that really is how all of you see me then I'm sure you won't mind if this Sunday, this lying bitch finally sticks up for herself...
Dr Fisher: I will say, the vivid recall really was quite remarkable to witness. I had no idea that you had repressed something like that...
Kathy: Neither does Jake...but I recall it all so vividly now...and in a strange way it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, so thanks for that Doctor...
Dr Fisher: I'm glad I could help. Would you mind going over it again in your own words, I really think we've made quite the breakthrough here, if you can finally accept what happened to you, it just might put a permanent end to The Wild Kat...
Kathy takes a deep breath as she begins to recount the night in question in early 2007, one of her first cases when she returned to work shortly after the birth of her first daughter, Solitaire.
Kathy: It was night. It was raining. Little Simon Delany had been missing for four days. We finally got a ransom call on the fifth day. It was all over the local news and the kidnappers knew I was a cop when I had intercepted one of their calls to try and negotiate for the boy's life. I felt responsible as the Sergeant assigned to the case. Apparently the guy I spoke to on the phone thought I sounded too sexy to be a dirty pig and I was instructed to drop off the money alone, unarmed. I couldn't take the chance with a wire or a gun...
Dr Fisher: And where was the drop to take place?
Kathy: Chaplin Nature Center. I arrived with the briefcase as instructed, walked over to a small silver pick up and handed over the money to this big bald bastard with tattoos of snakes and skulls all down his arm. I was in civilian clothing, just a plain white T-shirt and jeans. He took the money from me after licking me across my cheek and telling me that it was funny that I didn't taste of bacon. I asked to see the boy and I thought it was all going well until the guy pulled me by the hair and spun me around before slamming me back first against the truck. I tried to fight my way out of it, but he pinned me to the side of the truck as I remember Simon screaming and tapping the window as he looked on. That's when this jackass' buddy came round the truck to my left and kicked me in the gut. The next thing I knew I had a knife to my throat as he started to undo his belt buckle and tell me how much he was going to enjoy this, and that if I didn't enjoy it too, he would make me watch him butcher the boy...
Kathy pauses, if only to remind herself that the bejeweled butterfly was still around her neck by caressing it as she continued her recollection.
Kathy: Then he used the knife to cut away my t-shirt, and laughed as he licked his lips as he threw it to the side. He told me that he was definitely going to enjoy himself with a rack like mine, and he cut away my bra strap from one side, and then the second, but I stopped it from falling and begged him not to do this. He didn't like that and he slapped me hard across the face. As I opened my eyes I saw something moving in the shadows over his shoulder. That's when she pounced at his accomplice on the left and brought me my moment.
Dr Fisher: She?
Kathy: Yes - a wild bobcat. She growled and lunged herself at the guy and I took my moment to kick the bald creep in his nutsack, but it turns out that I didn't need to worry for much longer because the next thing I saw was that he dropped to his knees and fell to the side with a bullet in the side of his skull. In my adrenalin rush I barely registered hearing the gunshot. It came from one of my best officers Steve Evans. I suppose that was the moment that seeded our brief romance in the coming months. He had saved my life and I felt I owed him.
Dr Fisher: Well at least now we know why cats represent such a source of strength for you psychologically, the bobcat rescued you and your mind made quite the psychological association that even a year later when you felt helpless after your head injury, it reverted to a symbol of strength to pull you through your darkest times or all those times you felt emotionally overwhelmed and unable to cope with your intense emotional states after suffering such trauma.
Kathy: That...actually makes a lot of sense. Ever since that bobcat saved my life, I've felt a remarkable kinship with cats and I see them as wonderfully majestic and beautiful creatures...
Dr Fisher: Something tells me you'll never lose that sense or that survival instinct, Mrs Conway...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: You might be right, Doctor...
It was then as Kathy palmed the butterfly around her neck that she realised that The Wild Kat was not dead, she had just found peace. With her soul at peace, her spirit could soar to new heights on the wings of a beautifully bejeweled butterfly. Heights she had never been able to reach before...