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| From:  »dяoρdєαd (Original Message) | Sent: 1/2/2009 1:22 AM |
It was halfway through the night and Kit just laid there in her bed, her covers laid down at her feet. She stared up at the ceiling letting out a deep sigh. Whenever she tried to sleep, it never happened. She rolled her eyes still thinking about the fact that her and Zach hadn't talked since yesterday. She closed her eyes tight and opened them again...still not tired. She pulled herself up looking over to the clock. Just as she thought it was around 4 in the morning. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in a few weeks she was staying in her Chicago apartment rather than Zach's in Battlecreek. Her mind then wandered onto the thought of Menacide and her match against him that night. Nervous would be too big of a word to describe Kit's feelings on the match, more like curious. Not to know the person behind the mask but rather to know what he would try and pull in the match just to keep his mystery alive. Kit smiled to herself nearly laughing at the thought. He had them wrapped around his finger everyone wanting to know who he was but there she sat just laughing. If no one understood it by now she didn't care who was behind that mask. That was getting repetitive though, and most likely hurting the ego of the man in the mask. If you were a great wrestler you could win a match blindfolded...and while Kit wasn't going to try that the point stood clear. Kit had a new attitude...well more like an old one restored. Menacide had said in his promos that Kit gave up too easily on the championess title back in W2K and she wasn't going to disagree, but Kit wasn't ready for wrestling then, she wasn't ready to be in it full time. Now though, it was her life and she was more than ready. Kit was going back to her attitude though when she was in W2K, the attitude that got her towards the Championess title. Kit would be lying if she said that Menacide hadn't given her a little push to want to beat him with his arrogance and smugness. Kit shook her head once again.
"Whatever..." She muttered under her breath to herself. She then got out of the bed and walked around to her dresser. On top of it sat her video camera. She opened it up turning it on. She didn't really care that she looked like hell, she knew that she had bags under her eyes and that her hair looked like a nightmare. She walked into her living room setting the camera on the already standing tripod and focused it in right at the couch. She pressed the record button and stepped in front of it.
"Focus...is a thing that comes easy to me. It always has been. That's why I did well in school, it's why I did well as a model and it's how I got to the point that I am now." Kit leaned over pressing her elbows onto her thighs |
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