You're a mean one, Ms. Chase

Merry Christmas, or as Kimberly liked to express to everyone, Merry Kiss my ass. She carried the grinch persona for many years. This year, however since Ramesses and Mattie were around she seemed less Grinchy? The three of them were gathered up at the dining table inside of her Chicago home. Ramesses and Mattie were conversating back and forth over the Milan trip he and Kimberly had, then at some point Kimberly looks at both of them and interrupts the conversation.

Kimberly Chase: “So, who is ready to eat?”

They both turn their heads and glance her way.

Mattie: “I'm starving! What do you have for us?”

Ramesses: “I'm pretty hungry as well. I made sure to save my appetite before I got here.”

They all let out a laugh over his response, Kimberly got out of her chair and walked over to the oven, carefully opening it and grabbed her mittens, then carefully bends down and got the turkey and placed it in the center of the table. From observation the turkey looked burned to a crisp, grabbing the knife to cut into it with a huge smile plastered on her face. 


Kimberly Chase: “Doesn't this look delicious? This is my first attempt at cooking a turkey and I must say that I think I did a pretty good job.”

They gave her a nod, and remained quiet. It was as if they were afraid to tell her the truth, so they grabbed their plates and she began serving them, they all dug in and started eating.

Ramesses: “You make an excellent cook, my goddess. I wonder what other talent you have hidden away.”

Kimberly Chase: “Oh, Ram you know I have plenty, but quite frankly the idiots out there don't deserve to see them on display.”

Mattie: “Kimberly, I hope one day you change your mind and allow others to see your skills.”

Mattie placed her hand on her shoulder and gave her reassuring smile while Kimberly shook her head. The three of them ate in complete silence with the only thing heard is the sound of the crunching noises in their mouths.  

Ramesses: “Has my goddess had time to prepare for her big match at War of the Worlds?”

Kimberly Chase: “I am always prepared. However, I already won.”

A look of confusion forms on their faces.

Kimberly Chase: 

“I've already the competition in my head and I won.”

Ramesses: “Perfect. I always knew you had it in you to win. What championship will you be choosing?”

She rubs her chin and thinks to herself.

Kimberly Chase: “I haven't decided yet, but would you like to see my world cup trophy?”

Mattie: “Sure.”

Kimberly gets off her chair and leaves them alone before returning and setting down a trophy that read Perfect Attendance followed by her name underneath, Mattie picks it up and observes it.

Mattie: “This says perfect attendance. Is this from your school days?”

Kimberly Chase: “Fuck off! This is my Wrestleworld trophy. Get your eyes checked, Mattie.”

Kimberly yanks it from her hands in anger and hugs the trophy while the two look on. 

Ramesses: “Anyone up for dessert?”

“War of the Worlds. The biggest test to date awaits for me at that event. Some have voiced their opinions while others have remained silent. I've been biding my time waiting for the right opportunity to strike, so here I am.”

“I find it a bit hilarious that much like my last match, I am forced into a team. Do I care about any of my teammates? No, but will try to get along with them for the sake of this very much. I am the biggest snake in the grass, so I wouldn't be surprised  if my trust comes into question with anyone.”

She grins at the camera, unafraid of being straightforward.

“I'm probably the least experienced person out of everyone combined. Same with the tag team bout, but guess who won that bout? Me. Er.. I mean me and Cynthia, but I took all the credit for that victory and I will march my ass into War of the Worlds and do the same thing.”

“Some may decide to paint me as the underdog competing against the giants such as Ozymaniacs, Reginald Dampshaw II and among others, but this underdog doesn't need a sobby, hero story, or a necessity to have someone root for me. I will gladly do that on my own. I know that it will take a lot of blood, sweat and tears to triumph such a high caliber match and ultimately be the sole survivor, and I'm willing to defy all the odds if it means not only inching closer to gold, but also solidifying my undefeated streak.”

You're a mean one, Ms. Chase. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus. You're as charming as an eel. Ms. Chase...

The sound of hysterical laughter is heard as the screen turns into static.