"Why the fuck am I here..." I mumbled to myself, as I walked into a building I was once very much familiar with 20 years ago.
I honestly have no idea why I'm here. They called me and asked me to come, and the NHL regular season doesn't start until next week, so I won't be missing a game or anything. Plus, Justin's home for the week, So it's not like Bianca and Eli are alone- that's a gigantic no-no ever since the incident of '30, when me and Justin trusted the two to stay home together so we could take a vacation, that ended up being cut short when we got a call from the Chicago PD. Lovely.
Point is- I don't know why I'm here, but I swear, If this isn't Important, I think I may have to let Kasey Angel come back one more time and kick somebody's ass.
"Kat Lloyd, I got a call a couple weeks and I'm supposed to see...some person, about...uh, something," I told the receptionist lady. She looked up at me real quick, then back at her notes.
"Top floor, you'll be meeting with Hunter," She smiled warmly.
"Hunter as in, Hunter Helmsley? Paul Levesque? Triple H?" I asked her, she just nodded. "Fucking hell...." I grunted out loud.
It's been over 20 years, so In case you forgot, let me refresh your memory- Hunter Helmsley was Chairmen when I was in WWE- and apparently still is- and he absolutely fucking hated me. From the moment I was picked out of the crowd and pulled into the business, he's hated me- we even had a Wrestlemania match because it got that bad. Bottom line; he's not my favorite person, and I'm not his.
This should end up well.
I got into the elevator, trying to ignore the crappy elevator music playing, but it was just so bad, it was hard to think about anything else but that.
"They could at least play theme music..." I grumbled, fidgeting around with the bracelets I had on.
A moment after I said that, the elevator stopped, revealing the top floor- aka Hunter's office. Yes, I mean Hunter's entire office- there's no hallways, or other smaller offices, the entire top floor is his entire office. When I walked in, I saw he was too busy with paperwork to realize my presence, so I took it upon myself to make him realize it.
"I don't know If I can see a better reflection of myself from the mirror, or your shiny, bald head."
My voice rang through the office, and he dropped the paper that was once firmly in his hand, then froze. I smirked at this. Hunter then swallowed a lump down his throat, before slowly lifting his head up and looking at me- that same, sorry, angry, disgusted look he made at me whenever he saw me back when I actually worked for him. He sighed, before putting on a cheesy smile.
"Miss Angel- or Kat," He began.
"Just call me Mrs. Lloyd," I firmly told him, trying to hold back a smile. It's been 20 years, but I still love getting to tell people to call me Mrs. Lloyd.
"Take a seat," He growled at me, already seeming annoyed. Yep, not much has changed.
I walked over and took a seat on this nice comfy chair that was facing the opposite side of Hunter, and had a stare down with him for a moment, before breaking the silence, "Why the fuck did I fly out from Chicago to this shithole," I bluntly asked. He let out a deep, long sigh, then sat back in his chair and closed his eyes while rubbing his temples, before looking back to me.
"WWE is releasing a '52 Greatest Feuds In History' In Honor of our 52nd year as a company-"
"Wouldn't it be better If you called it the '50 Greatest Feud's In History?" I asked.
"Well, we were going to do it two years ago, but Instead, we focused on Wrestlemania as well as the '50 Greatest Pay-Per-Views In History' DVD," He explained, "But the point is, we're doing a new DVD about the top feuds in history of the company, and one of your feuds made the cut."
"Which one?" I asked.
"Your one with Kathryn Prince," He said, causing a frown to take over my face. I rolled my eyes at the mention of her.
NOW- it's been 20 years since I last stepped foot into a WWE Ring, so I wouldn't blame you if you forgot who Kathryn Prince was. So- if you need a little refresher on who Kathryn Prince is, here's a friendly reminder in the form of a Haiku:
Once There Was A Girl
And She Was Called Kathryn Prince
And She Was A Bitch
Now do you remember? Good.
"Don't even mention her name..." I grumbled.
"Too bad, Obviously her name will be mentioned like a gazillion times, since It's about you and her," Hunter said, making me roll my eyes again. "Look, point is, we want you to do an Interview about the feud you had with her, basically we'll show you match and promo clips and such, and you basically give your take on it, and overall the entire feud. And then, you can pick your favorite match you had with her so we can add it to the DVD."
"That's all?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You couldn't have just did a home interview?"
"No, we fucking couldn't have, actually," Hunter said, matter-of-factly. "Now, because I have an extreme dislike for you and don't want to see you again, If you could just go over to the third floor, that's where we do promo's and stuff and have a rehab facilitation for injured wrestlers, they're expecting you....don't fuck this up, please."
"Nice seeing you too, boss," I smiled at him, sarcastically.
***
"Alright, Mrs. Lloyd," Some guy told me, "We have someone finishing up an interview right now, but after she's done, It'll be your turn. Just relax."
"Whatever," I said, heading to catering and grabbing a water bottle.
As i opened the water bottle, I took notice to the interview happening behind me- and as the water bottle opened, I realized who was actually doing the interview, and the water bottle completely dropped out of my hands as my eyes popped open.
"My feud with Kasey Angel was long, and apparently good, and at the time, there really was nothing in WWE that compared to it, and I think that's because unlike other guys back in the locker room, we weren't pretending to hate eachother, we did and still do hate each other, so it really wasn't hard to go out there every night and kick her ass."
Quickly, I turned around and saw Kathryn Prince sitting in a chair, telling the camera absolute bullshit.
"You went out there every night and kicked MY ass!?" I asked, butting in. "Hon, I think you're confusing the roles in the feud we had."
Kathryn's face shot over to me, and a scowl that I haven't seen in 20 years took over her face.
Oh, the nostalgia.
"What...the HELL are you doing here!?" She shouted, causing a few camera men to jump back, frightened.
"WELL, I'm here to give an interview about how throughout our feud, I was the one who kept it alive, and how I was the best of the two in the feud, since you're so keen on knowing," I explained to her, shooting a smirk her way.
"Wow, I hit you in the head a lot of times over the course of our feud, looks like It's starting to have It's effect, because clearly, I was the better one of the two in the feud," She stated.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have forgotten that you ended up winning the championship, the wrestlemania match, the I Quit Match- OH WAIT! All of those victories went to me...NOT you," I said.
"I don't know if you knew this, but even though you're an absolute bitch, WWE portrayed you as the face in our feud, therefore you had to end up victorious," She said, "However, clearly, I was the better one."
"PLEASE, after me, your career was NOTHING, face it, I was the one thing that kept your career alive," I told her. "I heard you finally realized that two years after I left and retired."
"But, Kasey, you didn't retire..." Kathryn began, "Your slutty ways caught up with you and you got knocked up, so you had to quit."
"Slutty ways?" I asked, "I got pregnant with my fiancee'-"
"That you left a couple months later, because you realized you were in love with another man, therefore ruining your kids life by raising him in a broken home," Kathryn said. "BUT HEY, I heard he's in the NHL now, right? Good for him, doing something with his life despite his setbacks. Hope he enjoys it while it lasts."
"While it lasts?" I asked her, getting really intrigued as to what she had to say about my Oldest son.
"While it lasts?" I asked her, getting really intrigued as to what she had to say about my Oldest son.
"Face it, He's the son of Patrick Kane- good hockey player, bad person off the ice. He's also the son of Kasey Angel- OKAY athelete, bad person in general. Simply put, Lucas may skate like a god on the ice, but eventually, he'll start acting like his parents and he'll turn into a total greedy fame hogging asshole...he probably already is an asshole, though."
I've had enough.
Immediately, I started running over to where she was standing, and tackled her straight to the ground, and from there, I threw punches at her, while she tried pushing me off and throwing a couple punches in herself. Eventually, we were both on the ground, her on her left side, me on my right side, and we were actually trying to kill each other- hands around each others throat, kicking each other.
Security ended up being called and they broke us apart. Half of them grabbed Kathryn and took her to one side of the room, the other half grabbed me and took me to the other side.
"LET ME GO!" Kathryn shouted, as she broke free of the securities grasp. She was breathing heavy, hair all messed up as she stared at me across the room. "I NEVER Want to see you EVER AGAIN! I swear to god, If i do, I'm kicking your ass for real."
"Don't worry, as far as I'm concerned, you and I will NEVER even be within a fucking mile of each other ever again..." I shouted back at her.
"STARTING NOW," She shouted.
Then, she stormed out of the room, the sound of her shoes stomping against the ground filling the room. I broke free from securities grasp as I watched her storm out, then I rolled my eyes and fixed my hair.
I don't know how much longer I'll live for, but however long that may be, I NEVER want to see Kathryn Prince ever again. Ever.
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