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Kitt Kennedy · (09-30-2016)

(The scene opens in a darkened club in downtown St. Louis. The music is blasting, laser lights cut through the darkness, illuminating the various bodies grinding on the dance floor. The camera makes it’s way through the mass of bodies to the VIP section. There in the back of the club seated on a leather couch is Kitt Kennedy and Alex Mason, Kitt dressed in one of his sharpest suits and Alex in a short, silver, sparkling dress. There are other couches set up in a “U” shape and the couple are seated on the couch in the middle, champagne in hand and the bottle chilling in the middle. Kitt has a few small bandages on his nose from the match with Michael McBride on Warfare but it was all minor, he was still undefeated, he had done exactly what he said he was going to do. The camera settles in on the couple as a few fans in the VIP section notice their hometown hero and come by to congratulate him. Kitt smiles and nods to them and then looks past the camera and waves to an individual off camera.)

Kitt: Steve! Right here! Nice to see you buddy, so glad you made it.

(Steve Sayors comes in to the picture, looking a bit nervous and stands in the middle of the couch section Kitt and Alex are in. Kitt motions for Steve to take a seat as Alex pours a glass of champagne and hands it to Sayors as he sits on the couch near Kitt on his right. Kitt leans back and settles into the leather as Sayors sits on the edge of the seat, obviously very nervous and out of place.)

Steve: I’ll be honest Kitt, I don’t really know why you called me here. I really should be on my way to Orlando to get ready for Savage and-

Kitt: (cutting him off) What you should be doing is chilling out here with us and unwind a bit. Your job is to interview, right? So I’m giving you an opportunity for an exclusive interview with the hottest talent in the XWF toady. We’re celebrating tonight Stevie! Enjoy yourself, let’s have some fun, and conduct the interview of your life!

(Steve looks at the champagne glass then back at Kitt. Kitt laughs, raises his glass and downs the champagne. Steve looks back at his glass and then downs it.)

Kitt: (smiles) There ya go! So, let’s talk a bit of business.

(Steve nods and pulls a recorder out of his suit pocket and presses record.)

Steve: Well Kitt, Dolly and Chris Chaos have been very vocal about your upcoming match on Savage, what are your thoughts as we are just days away from the XWF Savage Championship match?

Kitt: (scrunches up his face) Look at you all professional and what not. Talking about the so called competition I’m up against this Saturday is going to be anything but professional.

(Steve’s eyes get wide as he realizes this interview was going to be anything but ordinary. Kitt sits up on the edge of the couch, resting his elbows on his knees.)

Kitt: Dolly, or rather Paul since apparently that bloated loudmouth has to do all her talking for her, needs to pull their heads from their anal cavity and pay closer attention to who they are talking all their shit on. The keep talking about me being Irish. (looks at Alex) Do I look Irish? (looks at Steve) Do I look Irish to you? (Both shake their head no.) Exactly, (enunciating) I’m…from…fucking…St. Louis…morons. That is in Missouri you uneducated pre-teen twat!

Steve: Mr. Heyman also had some very strong words for Alex-

Kitt: (snapping) He ever feels the need to let Alex’s name roll of his lips again it will be the last damn words he will be able to say for a long, long time! Three legged dog looking wildabeast? (points to Alex) This woman right here has more class than any woman on this planet. She is the sexiest woman to ever grace God’s green Earth. (leans on his elbows on his knees once again) You like to flap those gums of yours a bit too much but let’s just see if you have the balls to say it to my face when I see you so very soon. You dropped a lot of big names in your long drawn out monologue to nowhere such as Hunter Payne, Tommy Wish, Nate Higgers, Pest and even Doc D’Ville citing that I am repeating the same things that they say and that I’m in the pedophile category here in the XWF. (looks at Alex and Steve, confused) Huh? What? I’m calling it how is see it and (looks at Alex) baby, I’m pretty sure but you are over 18, right?

(Alex laughs and nods her head. Kitt laughs and turns back to Steve.)

Kitt: What the hell is this nut case talking about!? Does Heyman even listen to the incoherent babbling that comes out of that gaping hole under his nose? It’s nothing but nonsense and pure garbage. If I could give Dolly any advice, kick him the curb, get your money back for any “services”, if you can even call his maniacal ramblings a service, and step up on your own damn feet. If not, forget your wrestling career, you might as well invest in some platform heels and miniskirts because the only future you are going to have after Heyman runs your career into the ground is the main attraction on Stage 1 down the road at Big Louie’s!

Steve: That’s kind of harsh Kitt.

Kitt: (glaring at Steve) Grow some balls Sayor. Maybe you need to go help Dolly with her daddy issues and take Heyman a cheeseburger while you’re at it.

(Steve is taken back by Kitt’s comment as Kitt continues.)

Kitt: As for the other placeholder in my upcoming match that you mentioned, Chris, you want to see my resume? You want to see what I have accomplished? I’ll send you the DVD set of the DIWF’s greatest moments in history. Every title I won, every big match that I headlined, it’s all right there for everyone to see. Each of you are so focused on what I’ve accomplished here and write me off as a rookie. Okay, lets take a look at what I’ve done so far. My first match, Luna, boom, she’s gone and I have win #1. My win was so impressive that Mr. Lane gives me my first opportunity for XWF gold by placing me in the main event on Saturday for my XWF Savage Championship, pretty good call if I do say so myself. Then, I head into my first Wednesday Night Warfare, beat Michael McBride like a drum, pinning him not once, but twice in the same damn match. Win #2 in the books. McBride is rumored to be up for an XWF Hart Championship match soon, I think that by beating his sorry ass that I just entered my name in the hat as well. Don’t you get it Chris, every challenge so far that I’ve been put up against, I’ve overcame with ease. I perform at a level that you can’t even fathom in your little brain. You keep talking about me folding under pressure, that I can’t take it and I’ll choke. I execute my best work under pressure and you are going to see just that as I have a feeling you and I are going to spend a great deal together in this match, mostly me beating you down like the bitch you are!

(Kitt stands up from the couch and as one of the club employees passes Kitt stops them.)

Kitt: Whiskey on the rocks.

(The employee nods and heads to the bar area for Kitt’s drink. Kitt stretches for a second then sits back down, lounging back in the couch as Alex leans over onto Kitt’s chest and playfully kisses him.)

Steve: What about Nico, Kristen and Isabella? They can also all be key players in this match.

(A chuckle can be heard coming from Kitt as Alex slides back to sitting next to Kitt and Kitt can be seen with his arms on the back of the couch, a cocky grin on his face.)

Kitt: Really Steve? Key players? No one has seen hide nor hair of any of them. Not…a…peep. So am I really worried about them? Hell no. They are probably hiding out somewhere or getting their affairs in order before they have to step into the ring with me. I don’t blame them really. They are probably the smartest ones out of my five opponents because they have already accepted it.

Steve: It? What do you mean they’ve accepted it?

Kitt: (with a serious look) Are you really that stupid Steve? They’ve accepted the fact that I’m walking out of Savage this week as the new XWF Savage Champion and they know that there is nothing they, or anyone else for that matter, can do about it. Call it what you want. Fate. Destiny. The fact of the matter is that it is simply inevitable. Savage needs me Steve. Savage deserves me. You look up the definition of greatness, you’re looking at him. I’m the Highlight of the Night baby! All that have come have fallen by the wayside, Saturday night will be no different.

(Kitt looks up as his drink has made it back to him.)

Kitt: (taking his whiskey) Thank you very much. Here. (hands the employee a 50 dollar bill) Buy yourself something nice.

(The employee thanks Kitt and walks away. Kitt takes a drink of his whiskey and savors the taste.)

Kitt: Well Stevie boy, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. Enough business talk, it’s time to party and soak up the celebration of my Warfare win.

(Alex refills her champagne glass and takes Steve’s, filling it again as well. Alex hands the glass back to Steve and turns towards the two men.)

Alex: (raising her glass) To Kitt, for all of his accomplishments so far, for yet another win to remain undefeated, and to soon becoming the XWF Savage Champion!

(Kitt and Alex clink their glasses together as Steve is hesitant for a second but joins in on their toast. The trio down their glasses and Kitt waves down another employee, ordering more drinks to be brought to the groups as the camera pans to an overhead shot showing the trio beginning a night to remember as the grinding bodies of the night life surround their partitioned area. The camera slowly fades to black.)

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