| ...-x-...Fuck. Are you serious Caitalin? Your actually putting me, Kylee Oliver against this...this loser? God, i think this is going to be the easiest match to date throughout my entire career. Oh well, at least the first round will be easy. I can already feel that Envy Championship sitting around my waist. Well, Mr David Icon, watch the fuck out. Your my first victim since retirement. Consider yourself fucking honored. ...-x-... __%The scene opens up showing Kylee Oliver sitting in her locker room. Just a few hours ago, that dumb ass repair man had pissed her off, and now she turns on her monitor to hear....this. ll::On The Monitor::ll Dave Icon: "Ladies and gentlemen i have come out here tonight to kick things off here in COS and im not going to lie, this title is an unsanctioned title and has nothing to do with COS but im going to prove to my gm of Envy that i am worth a title shot and ill prove it to her with my own title that i have paid for in full with my own money so heres the deal if i want a title i have to show the gms that i can hold a title so heres the deal i will put this title on the line against anyone who challenges me for it until i get my title shot so the first superstar to walk out from that locker room and that is on envy will have a shot at my title as long as a gm approves of it so whoever wants to take the first ride here in the carnival" __%Kylee stares at the screen baffled by this man's utter stupidity. ll::Kylee "Your Sweet Little 666" Oliver::ll What the fuck is he talking about? He has his own title? This isn't some joke federation. You don't bring your own fucking titles. You earn them. What a twat. __% Kylee shakes her head, thinking surely management must be laughing at this disgraceful man. They cannot honestly be considering giving him a title shot. Right?...Kylee watches on when all of a sudden "Cold Hard Bitch" starts to play. Kylee smirks a little knowing that Caitalin must be coming out to the ring to deny this joker of his title request. Kylee turns up the monitor, half wanting to hear the insults that are sure to pour from her lips. ll::On The Monitor::ll Caitalin Roberts "Excuse Me..A title shot you think your worthy fine...As you have heard im Having a little tournament for the Envy Championship and Im sure you would like to be in it......"Fine then Your first opponent will be none other then KYLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OLIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" __%Kylee stares at the monitor in disbelief. She's joking, right? Okay, come on Caitalin, go ahead and tell this loser that he isn't even worthy of being in the same company as me...much less the same title shot match. Kylee watches on, but to her dismay Caitalin only smirks and exits to the backstage area, leaving one happy, and sure to be cocky Dave Icon. ll::Kylee "Your Sweet Little 666" Oliver::ll What is that bitch thinking?! Putting me in a match against a guy that cannot even form complete sentences, much less last a whole minute in the ring with someone like me! Fuck that. __%Kylee throws the remote across the room, shattering it as she stands and quickly exits her locker room. She starts walking down the hall, while people stare at her. The look on her face tells them not to bother her, and that she clearly has a purpose. She continues walking until she finds what she's looking for. She stops in front of a door and then quickly opens it before the cameras have time to see what the door leads to. Once inside, you see that it is a locker room belonging to some soon to be misfortunate victim of Kylee's rage. She scans the locker room quickly before finding a picture of Dave Icon with his "title" on the wall. She laughs and goes over to the picture, hastily plucking it from it's rightful place. She then takes her lighter out of her pocket and begins to slowly set fire to the bottom of the picture. She only lets the flames consume half of the picture...the half of the picture with his phony ass title to be exact. She smirks and then throws it on the ground before looking over at another picture frame encasing his title's "authenticy certificate" What-the-fuck-ever. Kylee picks the frame up, and stares at the certificate for a few brief moments before throwing it up against the wall, shattering it. She picks up one of the larger chunks of glass and then smirks evily before running the sharp edge along her palm. Blood starts to flow as she drops the glass and dips her finger into her now bloody palm. She then starts to write something on Dave's wall. When she's done, she backs away and the cameras show that she has written... "WELCOME TO MY HELL...THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING" on his wall. Kylee smiles approvingly at the wall and then grabs a shirt off of his couch and rips the sleeve off, bandaging her hand with it. She prepares to leave, but before exiting she takes one last glance. ll::Kylee "Your Sweet Little 666" Oliver::ll This is going to be fun Mr Icon. Maybe I underestimated Ms Roberts. __%Kylee smiles to herself and then turns the light off before exitly 'peacefully'. Once out in the main hall, Dave passes her by looking at her hand oddly. She only smiles and explains... ll::Kylee "Your Sweet Little 666"::ll Picture frame accident. __%Dave looks at her hand again, but then nods his head and kind of shrugs his shoulders...obvisouly thinking that the girl has issues as he continues on to his locker room. Kylee laughs lightly under her breathe and walks outside, knowing that this poor guy doesn't know what realm of hell he has entered. TBC: by whoever. | 
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