Kit's arms were sore, she had been working out a lot in the last couple of days, for obvious reasons. She had the big match ahead of her, the one that could eventually define her career. Win or lose. Then again no one remembered the girl that just came close, which was exactly the reason why Kit wasn't going to be that girl. She wasn't going to waste anytime pretending like she didn't need to be in the gym, cause that would be a lie and one that Kit wouldn't try to tell. Although she would admit that there wasn't a whole lot of competition staring her in the face at this point. Just a few women looking to do the same thing as Kit, make the beginning of their W2K careers shine brighter than those that had been here forever. Then there were the people that had been in the W2K for awhile, those girls were looking to prove something too, whether they thought it or not. They subconsciously wanted to show the new girls that they still had what they did when they first started and they hadn't aged a day. Well that's a laugh, Kit thought to herself. These women, women like Summer Stratus who wasn't even billed in the match were speaking out about it. Then there was Serenity who couldn't seem to speak on the match, Kit didn't really care though because she didn't need to hear the words come out of Serenity's mouth, Kit had a feeling Serenity would just be as cocky as the rest of them. Maybe that was the problem with this match, so many egos were crashing into one another, how could someone come out on top? I'll tell you how..you have the name Kit Black. A name that despite popular belief would go down in the history books. Not for the simple fact that she had won one match, but because she proved to be more than just a one hit wonder. She was going to out shine people like Jessica James who seemed to think they really had a chance. Kit was sick of hearing from Rain Storms on the match, mostly because it felt like deja vu. Either way though, Kit would talk because that was her job. Her job was to work up her opponents get them thinking about what they have, and what they don't have compared to her. The real issue was coming up with things they had that Kit didn't. After all Kit had a lot going for her, she was beautiful, talented, people would soon envy her for what she did in this company, whether it was now or it was in the future. They would envy her.

Kit hadn't taken much time out to cut a promo, she didn't know how much it really mattered next to getting into the gym, but either way she was going to make time to make people happy. They loved to see her face and her soothing voice or reason..or rage? Either way people couldn't help but to keep their eyes locked on the rising star. Kit would gladly oblige, but not because she liked the fans...it was more so due to her love for the spotlight. Someone else that would come with winning the championess title that she was working so very hard to get. She would run her mouth just as well as she ran in the ring. Each action matching up perfectly with the words she spoke. There was no way in hell Kit would talk the way she did in a match she didn't stand a chance in. That was the difference between Kit and the other women..she was sensible.

Kit stood in front of the camera as it began to roll. She pressed her heels into the black tarp like background that filled up the space behind her. She was going to be cheap on this one, and didn't care all that much what the pathetic twats had to say about it. She wasn't trashy like the rest of them, she had spent the first part of her professional career as a model, and not the type that just shows their tits to anyone that will look. No, Kit had an idea in mind for her life and being a skanky bitch wasn't in the plans. Sure, she would flirt..but doesn't everybody. Kit intertwined her fingers as they hung nicely in front of her stomach.

Kit Black; Well here I am again and what for you ask..well to talk about my match. No, I won't waste my time talking about all the women that are in the match. They're my opponents what more is there to say about them? I will say this about each and everyone of them without hesitation. They are not good enough. They aren't going to life up to the standards that I have set in my life, so they most certainly are not good enough to become a W2K championess. Alia Starr only made it that far because I wasn't here to stop it, all that was here was the ever so annoying Summer Stratus, and well then there was Serenity but does she even really count? Then again I suppose she counts more than Alia does seeing as Alia hasn't even come out and talked about the match in any type of way...kind of makes you wonder if she'll even show. I say she ran, scared of what was ahead of her. The jaw of hungry cubs just wanting to devour her and take what each thinks is rightfully theirs. Little do they know that it can only belong to one person, and that person will be me.

Kit smiled as if she had just reviled a secret.

Kit Black; I don't expect to make you guys understand just how much winning this title would mean to me, or more importantly my career. You all know that it is a prestigious honor to hold a title of any sorts, whether you really worked your ass off for it or it was handed to you. Either way you're looked in a light that says you're amazing. This is the problem that we face right now, the woman that holds the title as we speak, has no honor, she's not deserving of a title that belongs in my hands. Hell I don't even want to touch it, It'll probably end up giving me some sort of disease, I mean look at her.

Kit cringed a little bit just thinking about it.

Kit Black; Moving away from that though, I'd like to take a second to give you my acceptance speech, seeing as I won't be able to do that after the win at Anarchy as they will need to move on in the matches. So I'd like to start off by thanking my parents, who drove me to insanity once and allowed me to come back from it and then allowing me to put all my aggression into one specific thing, wrestling. Then there is my trainers at The School of Hard Knocks. They pushed me to the arrogance level I stand at right now, which actually proved to be the reason I won my first match in the company and then made it to the place that I'm in right now. Lastly, I'd like to send thanks to all the other girls in the match, the girls that tried so hard but proved to be worthless. The girls that spoke senseless words that no one cared about and the ones that had been here from the start making me look better when I beat you.

Kit smiled looking rather "thankful" if you want to call it that. Kit's expression faded quickly.

Kit Black; In all seriousness though, I really do plan to take home the gold. I know what you're thinking, "Everyone thinks they're going to win" and you know what, you're right. Everyone THINKS they're going to win, this is the confidence that society has pushed us to have. They tell us that without confidence you're nothing, maybe that's the reason there are so many bitches nowadays. Either way though, I don't THINK I'm going to win, never have, I just KNOW. There is a difference trust me on that one. I'm one for games, in fact it's a surprise you haven't caught me playing one just yet, but this is no game. This chance isn't something that is going to come around all the time, in fact getting the match in the first place was a surprise, and I can't mess this up. Literally though, I can't mess it up. I'm incapable of making mistakes, at least this is what I've been told.

Kit shrugged her shoulders as if the words that just came out of her mouth came out of any normal person's. That was the difference though; Kit wasn't a "normal person". She wasn't a "weirdo" like Rain Storms, and she certainly wasn't trying to be like Rain, contrary to Jessica James' belief. No, Kit wasn't normal, but she was someone that drew in the crowds, maybe because they wanted to see her win or maybe because they just wanted to see her lose. If those weren't the reasons now, they would be soon without a doubt.

Kit Black; I don't think people understand me, and quite frankly I hope they never do. Then they won't know my secret, they won't know what I do to win my matches. It isn't just about hitting my finisher, and getting into the minds of my opponents. It's about much, much more than that. Something that only someone truly dedicated and worthy would understand, which is obviously the reason why only I can come to understand it. The rest of you wanna-bes are just that, you aren't capable of seeing what is in front of you, that just passion and drive don't get you as far as it should. No, passion and drive are apart of it, but they aren't enough to get you the win. You can want something more than anything else and still not receive it, you have to really go for it. Which is what I do, not just in matches like the one that I'll be in on Anarchy, but in every match. I bring everything to a match everytime, and that's why I'm able to get a win, that's why I will always be in the upper-half of the cards. That's why people will start watching W2K if they don't already, because this women's division is heating up and you can thank me for that once I get that title in my hands. Then again, I suppose it will die down again after the other women realize that there is no possible way they will get that title from me once I have it.

Kit glanced down at the floor. She was trying to remember the first time she wanted something, and what she had done to get it. The Cari Crier doll was something she wanted all her life when she was only five, something she wanted more than anything in the world. She wanted to take care of the little doll, that couldn't seem to stop crying. Kit had begged her mother, but she didn't think it was appropriate. Kit pleaded and begged some more, but her mother simply wouldn't buy it for her. So Kit had to take measures into her own hands. Not too long after she set up a lemonade stand selling her lemonade at 50 cents a cup. Eventually Kit got enough money to buy herself the doll and felt like she had rewarded herself in a way that no one else could. She had worked hard and seen the pay off, ever since that very minute Kit had continued doing the same thing. The W2K championess title, was her Cari Crier doll, and she wanted it.

Kit Black; I can't exactly remember a time when I backed down, I bet that each of you guys can though. I bet you've all stepped down from something, then again I am new to the business maybe my time will come when I'm old and gray like Summer Stratus. Then again, maybe not. I'm not going to sell myself out, when I'm doing so well as it is. I can't predict the future much farther than my real plans, and maybe my plans will get messed up in some way, it would be tragic if they did. I don't expect anything to get in my way though honestly. I mean sure, Rain Storms talks a mean game, and Jessica James has got that little sparkle...but what do they really have to offer? Nothing like I do. I'm not trying to persuade or convince you though, I'm just simply trying to let you all know why Kit Black will be your new Championess, and why all the other hopefuls are going to fail. It's a simple concept really. Kit Black + Championess title = the best thing for the W2K women's division. See...simple.

Kit giggled a little bit to herself.

Kit Black; Like I've said before though, I don't need to make you people think I'll be the champion. I'll just have to make you see. So keep your eyes on me, because I won't give up when people with actual talent come to the table, like Alia. I won't become intimidated by people like Rain Storms and Serenity. I am the definition of champion, and I need one to complete that. So sit back ladies and gentlemen make your predictions and if they're against me, be ready to be proved wrong. Cause we've all got something to prove, and I suppose I need to prove to you, that I know what I'm talking about and the rest of them, are just talking out of their asses. The perilous era is upon us, are you ready?

The scene began to fade and Kit simply laughed in an almost haunting way.