Title: Worst. Henchman. Ever.
Featuring: Katt Wylde
Date: 3/7/11
Location: Beijing

[3/7/2011 �" Beijing, China. 1.27am]

“Come on…”

(Ring.)

“Pick up.”

(Ring.)

“…”

(Ring.)

“Pick up the fucking pho…”

(Voicemail.)

“Shit.”

(Beep.)

“Ty? It’s Katt. Get at me, damn you. Lemme know you’re still alive.”

(Click.)

“Fuck.”

Katterina threw her cell phone down on the pillow, falling back on the hotel bed. She’s wearing nothing but a bra and matching thong. She seems frustrated. Milena’s back in Japan. Akeem’s back in Detroit, setting up a wrestling school. And Tyler’s just seemingly vanished. Not a word from him.

Katt: “Where are you, Ty?”

She stares up at the ceiling, gazing off into space seemingly. She is all by herself in this massive hotel room with only her mind to keep her company.

Katt: “Fuck it.”

She reaches over and picks up a picture from the dressing table and looks at it with a smile of her face. The picture is of Katt and her husband, and Jakob’s brother, Ezra, one of those promotional affairs used by wrestling promotions in magazines and for autograph signings and the like.

A wicked grin creeps across The Dark Angels lips as she sits up, clutching the photograph and bring over a trash can beside her feet after she had placed them on the floor. Katt snatches a lighter from the table and takes one last look at the picture. Her smile fades and anger fills her eyes as darkness covers her retinas and washes over her pupils. Katterina drops the picture into the trash can and flicks open the lighter, dropping it into the trash can and watching the picture as it begins to burn.

Katterina pours water into the trash can, putting out the fire and placing the can back where she found it. The sickly smell of the smoke fumes fill the room as she wanders over to the window, opening it and walking onto the balconey, as she throws on a black silk dressing gown. She folds her arms and leans against the barrier, looking up at the beautiful night sky in Beijing. The Dark Angel’s eyes had returns to their normal beautiful lustre, and she had calmed down a little after trying for seemingly hours to get a hold of Tyler. Katterina is once again alone with her thoughts.

Until…the phone rings.

Katt: “What? (Long Pause) I’ll be there. This better be good.”


[Hotel roof, 3.00am]

A lone figure stands on the roof. A skinny-looking figure wearing a hoodie which conceals his face, ripped jeans and a pair of black shoes and a mask covering their face. The person stands there stoically as she finally arrives, clad head to in black leather. Katt stares at this person who just stands there not uttering a word. Whoever they are, they seem to be all business, though. She approaches the figure cautiously.

???: “You are even more beautiful in person.”

The voice is male.

Katt: “I get that a lot. So to what do I owe the pleasure?”

???: “ I’m sorry…but I’ve been given my orders. I’ve come to take you home.”

The man spins her around without warning, producing a syringe from his pocket. But Katt is al too ready for it and as the man begin to press it to her neck, she slips out of his grasp, spinning around and in the process, snatching the syringe. She jabs it into the man’s arm and the slowly slumps to the ground, completely unconscious. Katt lays the man on the ground, chuckling to herself.

Katt: “Seriously, Mercy would’ve done the job better.”

The Dark Angel reached down and removed the mask and when she saw the man’s face, she rolled her eyes and began to laugh.

Katt: “Oh Snake…”

‘Snake’ is an informant of sorts. Katterina knows him very well as she has exchanged money many times power the years for his knowledge on certain ‘issues’, let’s say. He’s a slippery worm of a man who would always drool over body. Not that she minds people drooling over body…just not him.

Katt: “…you must’ve really needed the cash to be this fuckin’ stupid.”

She puts his mask back on, hiding that ugly mug of his and picks him up off the ground. She throws him over her shoulder and heads down the fire escape with him. She dumps him in the side alley, in a trash can, producing a big wad of cash from the pocket of her black leather coat.

Katt: “There. That should be enough to keep you out of my hair for a long ass time. Have a nice life, Snake.”

With that, she wanders off into the city. Why not? It’s a beautiful night.

Fin.
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