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Post by Mike 'Money' O'Malley on Jun 19, 2014 10:09:37 GMT -5
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Post by Katherine Kensington on Jun 23, 2014 19:19:29 GMT -5
A few days before the new episode of Roulette - the first under the leadership of Mike 'Money' O'Malley, NLW's new owner - is due to air, a video appears on their website, on the section reserved for interviews with superstars, inside looks at their lives, and the like. This one's label reveals it to be an exclusive interview with one of the latest NLW signings, one Miss Katherine Kensington. Miss Kensington made waves after she was placed directly into a title match on her debut for the company, and reporters now wish to know a bit more about the British import, who also wrestles for neighbouring company SCW.
As the video opens, once a viewer has pressed 'Play', we see a camera crew of about three walking up to the door of a well-appointed house - not a mansion, but on the large side as far as accommodation goes. We get a first person view of events as whoever is holding the camera walks up the short step and knocks on the wooden door. A beat follows, as the NLW crew wait for someone to open the door; then, an older gentleman, in perhaps his fifties or early sixties, appears. He takes one look at the eager reporters standing on his doorstep and sighs:
'Not today, chaps. I apologise...'
'But Mr. Kensington,' cuts in the sharply-dressed youth to the cameraman's right, 'this was the scheduled time for Katherine's interview. We made this appointment with you last week!'
'I understand that, my dear fellow, but unfortunately my daughter is exceedingly distraught, and in no condition to entertain anyone. Once again, I do beg your pardon, but you absolutely must leave. Perhaps we may re-schedule?'
'But we have no more open slots this week!', the interviewer squeaks, in a slight state of panic. 'It's got to be NOW, Mr. Kensington!'
The old gent is about to object again when, from within, the faintest whisper of a voice comes:
'It's all right, Daddy. Let them in.'
'Kitty, are you sure?' The old man's face is a mask of consternation. 'You are in no fit state to...'
'Quite sure', the girl says, cutting her father off gently, yet firmly. Then, turning to the camera crew, she manages a painful approximation of a smile. 'Please forgive Daddy, he can be outrageously silly at times. Do come in. I am Katherine Kensington.'
'Thank you, Miss Kensington', the interviewer says, wiping his feet on the welcome mat before stepping inside. 'I'm Darius Jordan.'
'Charmed, I'm sure. And please...it's Katie, and I shan't hear another word about it!', the girl states.
'Katie, then', says the young interviewer with a smile. 'Are you sure you're all right?'
She certainly does not look all right; her mascara is running slightly from puffy eyes, which she tries to hide under a wide-brimmed hat (indoors, no less!). However, she manages another brave smile as she assures the crew, once again, that she is fine, just a little allergy, it will pass in a moment. Still not entirely reassured, but forced to press on, the interviewer begins:
'Well, Katie, we would like to know your feelings ahead of your match with Claudia Deathstryke...'
'Oh, my contest, you mean? My little kerfuffle of Wednesday next?'
'Y-yes. As you know, it is for the Queen of Queens Championship - a title shot for a rookie having her first match for the company! How do you feel about this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? And more to the point, how did it come about?'
'Oh, it was simple, really', Katie states, glancing towards her father with a knowing grin. 'Daddy had a little private chat with Mr. O'Malley when we went over to sign the paperwork, and as a result Mr. O'Malley was an absolute dear and granted me this smashing opportunity!'
'Hm. Don't you think that will lead people to accuse you of having your father do your work for you?'
'Excuse me, young man', Mr. Kensington cuts in. 'I look out for my daughter's best interests. As a father, it is my duty to ensure she is utilised properly. And if I may speak candidly, Mr. O'Malley confided in me as to the woefully underpopulated state of this Division. Katherine is coming to revitalise the Queen of Queens belt and take it to a new level, that is all.'
Darius Jordan does not seem best pleased with the interruption, but presses on nonetheless:
'And your views on Claudia herself, Katherine?'
The pointed tone is not lost on Mr. Kensington, who huffs slightly but allows his daughter to respond on her own. And respond she does:
'Claudia? Ooh, she's so very exotic, isn't she? It is heart-warming, really, to see someone from such a...' Katie seems to hesitate on what word to use for a moment, then continues. '...such a modest background achieve success, isn't it? It makes me tear up every time!'
The starlet dabs at her already tearful eyes, with an empathetic smile, before proceeding:
'And I hear she calls herself the Dragon Queen, is that right? How delightfully quaint! Isn't that from that television programme we watch, Daddy? The Match of Kings. The Game of Kings, or some such? The one with the little person...'
Before her father can intercede with the correct answer, however, Katie continues:
'I find it admirable, darling, that you wear your appreciation for that programme so openly on your sleeve...or rather, your...veil, I suppose? As you do not really have any sleeves per se...'
The Brit permits herself an airy little giggle before continuing:
'On that note, darling, ought we really to be displaying quite so much flesh? It is most unladylike to reveal yourself so, dear, especially to gentlemen. And I have seen the company you keep...no offence, darling, but they are a tiny bit...well, rugged, aren't they?'
Another brief pause, then:
'But do not fret, Claudia dear, As I have stated not a moment ago, I do admire your ability to overcome the struggles of your people. I consider you my ethnically diverse sister, and I do hope you will grant me the same honour, and allow me to take you on a sisterly shopping trip after our little affair in the ring. Hopefully, the officiating shall not be as appalling as it proved to be on my other company - blatant favouritism, darling, I tell you! - and I shall be declared the rightful winner, and the new Queen of Queens Champion. Although it is ever so gauche to go about flaunting one's achievements...I do loathe bragging myself...'
A wistful sigh ensues at this point, followed by:
'...but I suppose, when you become a Champion on your second bout as a professional, you are entitled to a little bragging, aren't you, dear?'
At this point, Darius Jordan - whom Katie seemed to have all but forgotten - cuts in again:
'And what do you plan to do against Claudia's green mist? It is her preferred tactic for beating her opponents...'
'Oh, that...!' Katherine has another airy giggle. 'The other girls are simply getting it frightfully wrong. You see, Claudia clearly has some form of metabolic imbalance. I am sure it is a constant struggle for her. And then to see the other girls so fearful of her...oh, I can only imagine how the poor dear must feel! But fret not, Claudia, I shan't judge. I have myself struggled with eating disorders in the past, I sympathise with your plight, my darling. Might I suggest not eating before your bouts, dear? I know it is hard to resist a nibble before leaving the dressing room, but it might do away with that particular problem...'
After Katie's long tirade, no one has the heart to tell her the truth about the mist. As such, Darius Jordan simply thanks the new NLW starlet for her time and asks if she has any further comments towards her opponent. In response, the haplessly culturally clueless Katie merely places her hands in front of herself in a gesture of prayer and bows slightly, as she utters:
'Namaste.'
Fearing enough damage has been done already, someone from off-camera mutters a quick 'Cut!' and the feed abruptly ends.
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