Date: 2/23/2011
seven months, one day, and three years till 'Endgame'
"I hate you both... soooooo much..."
After the initial meeting to discuss the rules of over was finished; and Aria convicted of multiple war crimes, Adagio and Sonata went right to work to think up a suitable punishment. They thought of one all right. Aria was now supposed to present a pet seminar on how to bond with cats... while dressed as a cat... while making cat puns all the time... they also said it was going to posted on the internet
They already went through the trouble of making her the costume, and now they had her blindfolded and were driving her to the seminar.
It was a black cat costume, but they went through the trouble of making it authentic. They gave her little finger pads that were shaped to resemble claws. She had a small tail that was... let's leave it at 'it's a tail.' She had ears on the top of her head, and to top things off: Her costume was made out of actual cat hair...
Don't ask how.
"And why do I need the blindfold anyway!" she asked with an impatient tone not too different then her normal tone.
"It's supposed to feel degrading," Adagio explained from behind the wheel.
Sonata was humming a tune in the passenger seat, as if oblivious to the obvious cat-lady in the back seat.
Aria humphed before crossing her arms. Every now and again, Adagio would hit a pothole and Aria would be sent flying to the roof of the car, the cat ears didn't help with the pressure; in fact, they probably made the pain even worse.
After a few more minutes of driving, the car came to a stop. Aria could hear the doors in the front open and close, few seconds later she was pulled out, and was being guided who knows where. All she could do was remember how to walk.
Just the fact they were in public now made her want to puke. The fact she was in a cat costume didn't help that feeling.
She could hear a door opening next, then she felt something being put in her ear.
"Hey! Hey! What're you doing!" she shouted, attempting to get away from it.
"Earpiece," she heard Sonata say as she fastened it inside.
"Why?"
"We're gonna be giving you instructions to make this punishment a little more painful," she heard Adagio answer. A dark chuckle followed next.
"Perfect..."
"Ah, ah, ah! I think you meant purr-fect," Sonata corrected.
"Kill me meow."
"That's the spirit, now go in there, we'll tell you when you can't take of the blindfold," and with that, she was pushed past another door where it rudely shut behind her.
She could hear very loud cheering.
The hell...?
"Take it off," she heard the earpiece come to life, she was glad they didn't set the volume to max.
Taking off the black blindfold, she really wasn't expecting what she was going to see.
It was a freaking wrestling arena!
A large intercom sounded, and the voice sounded oh so familiar.
"In this corner! For one night only! The one, the only! Ms. Snugglebottom!!!"
The crowd started booing as her theme song filled the arena.
'This song! This f$@!#*¥ song!'
She was about to leave when the realization came in.
'They locked the freaking door, didn't they?'
With no other option but to walk forward into the ring, she did so while sulking in the most shameful way possible while the crowd continued to jeer and throw objects at her. Her plastic tail dragging across the floor in depression.
Once in the ring, she refused to look up, but instead was provided a microphone from the referee.
"We left a note in your pocket. Read it word for word," the voice in her ear instructed.
With really no other option, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a white note.
The contents made her gag.
"Hi," she began. "I am... Ms. Snugglebottom, and I've been a bad, bad kitty..." she was practically mumbling into the microphone. "And my favorite thing to do... is cuddle," the crowd began groaning. "Everyone, right now: Say your favorite scene from The Notebook!" she read from the note.
The crowd continued to boo and jeer. Some of them even resorted to chanting. "PUT HER DOWN!" None of them noticed the green mist that soon started to surround the ring.
"I have one warning to my opponent! Curiosity can't kill me!" There was a huge issue now. The crowd was constantly feeding her negative energy with all the booing. They may not know it, but they're feeding her desire to fight. And she wasn't even trying. But that wasn't the issue, the issue was that Aria was beginning to enjoy herself.
Aria crumpled up the note and threw it right at someone's face in the crowd. She then reached into her ear and pulled out the earpiece and crushed it between her index finger and thumb.
"I'm on the prowl, b#%$!*," she continued with her taunting. "I will has cheezburgur!" she raised a triumphant claw into the air as the crowd continued to feed her. Her plastic tail was wagging in excitement, the magic coursing through her giving the thing energy.
Almost as if on cue, the spotlights shut off on the ring and focused on the walkway. A dark silhouette was standing there as blaring music played, starting with a heavy beat that refused to let up. The crowd appeared to know what this meant as they began to cheer one name.
"BEOWULF! BEOWULF!"
Soon enough, the silhouette began to walk towards the ring, not really walk, more or less stride. The silhouette dived over the rope, performing a flip before landing it perfectly. The spotlight focused back on the ring, revealing this "Beowulf."
'Jesus the Christ he's big!" Aria thought as her opponent was revealed.
He was thick, his body was well muscled and his arms were like tree trunks. his face had clean black hair with scruff. He appeared to be wearing a wolf's pelt and the top half of the things head was dangling behind his shoulders. He also had a chair strapped to his back. He wore a constant smile that screamed confidence. Heck! He probably bleeds testosterone.
He looked at the mysterious cat-girl in the center of the ring with a look of confusion, then towards the crowd as if saying. "Really?" He then turned his attention back to Aria with that same smug look.
"Alright, I can get behind this," he said.
"Watch your wording there, puppy!" Aria warned. "Or else I'll have your tongue."
"Oh! Feisty, I like that," wulf boy said.
Aria replied with what can only assume to be her version of a cat hissing. Only this 'hiss' was slightly more guttural what with her being on a magic high at the moment.
"Listen here, kitty. Something tells me you got lost or something, so I'm giving you two options," Wulf began. "Either you leave through the crowd and die," he finished that sentence by posing a hand over his ear and listened to the roaring crowd demanding blood. "Or, you can leave through that walk way," he then used airplane signals to refer to the walkway Aria had came from.
"That supposed to scare me, puppy? How's about I neuter you and we can go?" Aria taunted.
"You hear that?!" he began screaming to the crowd. "Kitties got some cojones!" the crowd roared at just his voice. "Well let me warn you, kitty!, you're in the wolf's den now! Isn't that right?!" the crowd continued to cheer for him.
Aria feigned a yawn. "una-mew-sing," Aria said before going into a fake fighting pose. "Let's see if you're up to scratch!"
Beowulf accepted the challenge with a nod and got into his fighting pose. "It's time! It' time! IT'S BEOWULF TIME!!!"
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Substantially less then two minutes later.
Aria woke up to the sound of an E.R machine beeping...
Her head was killing her, and she felt very thirsty.
"Ughhhh," she groaned.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," a familiar voice said. The voice didn't help for her headache. Sonata seemed really excited about something.
"Ugh, what happened?" she asked, refusing to get up.
"You got the ever living stuffing beaten out of you," Sonata explained, a smile on her face.
"Where's Dagi?" Aria asked.
"Right here," she heard another voice say, she turned her head slightly, with her neck protesting in response. Adagio was sitting beside her bed, examining her own nails.
"Glad to see you care... so can you explain what happened?" Aria asked, looking back at the ceiling, she didn't feel any broken bones, that was good.
"Well, lets just say it wasn't pretty, looked like a massacre from our point of view," Adagio answered.
"That bad, huh?"
Adagio simply nodded.
"Well, did I at least get a piece of that butt munch at least?" she asked.
"Oh, not even close," Adagio said.
"I wouldn't say that!" Sonata exclaimed from beside Aria's bed. She looked like her smile was tearing her face apart.
"Wait I actually got a hit in?!"
"Oh no! you got destroyed! But after the match, he actually called the ambulance for you, and left this in your pocket!" Sonata pulled up a small slip of paper, written on it was a set of numbers and some writing at the bottom.
'You may not have nine lives but I can assure you I am 287 pounds of folded steel and sex appeal! Make a call if you want to be running with with the Big Bad Wulf'
And below that was a picture of the egotistical jerk.
