It is only a few hours after Fever and SWC Women's Champion Kitten stands by a mirror checking herself out as she's dressed to kill in black knee high boots a knee length white skirt ( with panties ) and a tight pink shirt and she has the title draped over her shoulder and she smiles liking what she sees.

Kitten: I look good enough to eat.

A fact her girlfriend will have no trouble doing.

Kitten: I am the best champion ever.

Still not hearing from her tag partner had left her with the feeling she was trying to avoid her but she has other things on her mind like who will be next to face her for her title and that person would have to fight and claw her way to try and rip her title away. She won't let anyone take something she has fought so hard to keep it and why wouldn't she? Kitten was born to hold such power and isn't about to let it go no matter what.

Kitten: Nobody deserves to take my belt.

She pats it with pride turning away from the mirror.

Kitten: Everyone will see how sexy I am after my photoshoot which will be hotter than any of the other bitches and skanks that fill SWC.

Despite finding love Kitten is still the arrogant bratty stuck up bitch she's always been.

Kitten: Ugh I should know what dregs are ones I'm gonna be facing next I should defend against someone that poses a challenge to me at least.

With a heavy sigh she holds up her title admiring herself in the reflection.

Kitten: I am the dominant girl around here and I think I've proved it by rolling over all the so called "competition"with my friend JoDee who will be the longest running champion in SWC history.

She has to try and get in contact with JoDee at some point.

Kitten: Rich & Famous are still a dominant team and we will hold the tag titles and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

Placing the belt down on a chair she walks away to go to the area to have the shoot taken not seeing a pair of hands pick it up taking it away. A few minutes later Kitten returns to find her title gone to her growing fury.

Kitten: What the fuck!

Quickly looking around for it she doesn't see her precious belt anywhere.

Kitten: I'll destroy whoever has my belt.

Nobody takes something that belongs to Kitten without consequences.

Kitten: Somebody is going to die.

Storming off she walks down a hall coming to the locker room door stopping at seeing something that has been stuck to the door that seems to stir her anger further and it is a picture of her rival in the rich and beautiful stakes.



Seeing that she apparently has taken her belt can only make Kitten more upset.

Kitten: Bitch!

Ripping it down she rips it up tossing it aside storming into the locker room slamming the door and the champion is on a mission to get her belt back.