Piper gazed at the butterfly-decorated Divas Championship
belt in her paws with a sense of pride and joy. Holding this title was a dream
of hers ever since she was a kitten. In her mind, dreams always came true and
could never be taken away by oppressive forces. Her naivety was a source of
sweetness for her adoring kitty fans as evidenced by the way they meowed and
purred at her entrance. She did it all for them and she was determined not to
let them down this evening during her title defense. With her black tank top,
pink leather pants, and white boots snug against her white furry kitty body,
she was ready to go. She kissed her Divas Championship belt for good luck
before her music hit.
The arena darkened as the piano intro of “April Rain” by
Delain caused the kitties and puppies in the audience to cheer and howl for
their favorite wrestler. Once the intense guitars and drums sounded, Piper
danced out to the isle to an even louder chorus of cheers. She high fived her
tiny fans in the front row and gave a hug to an oversized Bassett Hound near
the ring. Piper leaped on the apron and over the top rope with such athletic
grace before prancing around the ring and parading her hard-earned
championship. She even high-fived the Springer Spaniel ring announcer and hugged
Willem the schipperke referee. Piper was certain this feel-good moment would
last forever and showed it on her cute kitty face with a squinty-eyed smile.
And then the slow and sensual blue-eyed soul music of “Son
of a Preacher Man” by Dusty Springfield echoed throughout the arena. The older
dogs in the audience howled with lust while the tiny kittens booed their heads
off. Coming out to the stage were three cats dressed in royal pink robes and
little diamond-encrusted tiaras. Posing on the left side of the stage was the
calico runt of the litter, Calypso. Posing on the right with her claws extended
like a Marvel superhero was the fierce black and white Stitches. In the middle
was the arrogantly strutting queen of the divas, Tori. Together this group was
known as the Supermodel Kitties.
None of the boos in the arena could compare to Piper’s fiery
stare down the ramp as the Supermodel Kitties pompously danced their way to the
ring. For weeks leading up to this match, they called her “Piper-Diaper” and Photoshopped
pictures of her in baby outfits. A tear formed in her eye at these traumatic
thoughts and Calypso was sharp enough to catch it. She got up on the apron and
flailed her paws next to her ears while sticking her tongue out at Piper.
The proud Divas Champion shouted, “Why, you!” before dashing
to the opposite side the ring to deliver a drop kick. Calypso pulled the top
rope down at the last minute and Piper crashed and burned on the concrete floor
below. Calypso stayed on the apron and continued her nee-ner-nee-ner taunts
while Tori and Stitches were scratching and biting the hell out of their
victim. Willem barked and growled his warnings at a rapid fire pace, but the
Supermodel Kitties refused to listen and resumed their taunting and beating of Piper.
Willem hopped over the top rope and did his best hyper
barking while chasing the Supermodel Kitties to the other side of the ring. He
gave a few more commanding barks at the now shaking cats before running back
over to Piper and licking her wounds with his sloppy dog tongue. Willem spent
the longest time tending to the cat’s wounds and she still wouldn’t wake up. It
seemed as though the schipperke had no choice but to bark for paramedics on the
ramp way.
The proud Supermodel Kitties wrapped their arms around each
other’s necks and danced up and down chanting, “Piper-Diaper!” much to the
dismay of the booing crowd. Calypso even had an animal diaper in her paws to illustrate
such humiliation.
This charade would have lasted the rest of the night if it
wasn’t for Piper nipping up to her feat and letting out a dreaded hiss. The
Supermodel Kitties watched on with wide-eyed shock as Tori’s opponent leaped
back into the ring and made a “come here” gesture with her paws. “You want some
of this?!” Piper shouted. “Come and get it, you skanky hoes!”
A resounding “Ooo!” echoed throughout the arena while the
stunned Supermodel Kitties’ jaws were on the floor. Cat wrestling was
considered to be family entertainment, but Piper didn’t give a damn about her
language at that point. She also waved off Willem when he tried licking her
wounds again. With Calypso and Stitches slowly taking opposite sides of the
ring, Tori was also in no hurry to get inside. But once she was, the ring
announcer ran away without doing his job knowing how fierce this battle would
be.
Willem barked five times at the ringside timekeeper, who
rung the bell to signify the beginning of the match. Piper and Tori ran to the
center of the ring and threw the sharpest claws they could at each other. Their
violent hisses and howls added enough drama to this match to get the crowd to
rise to their feet and cheer. The crowd really got going when Piper leaped in
the air, wrapped her legs around Tori’s neck, and flipped the Supermodel Kitty
on her back. Tori nipped up and got thrown by her arm across the ring for her
troubles. This sequence of getting up and getting tossed continued for Tori
until Piper applied a shoulder lock to her and kept the obnoxious brat grounded
and howling.
It looked like Tori was going to slam her paws to the mat to
signal a tap-out victory. And then Calypso got on the ring apron and mockingly
cried at Piper. “Boohoo, I’m a big baby and I like to suck on pacifiers!” While
Willem was rattling off his super-quick barks at the runty calico, Stitches
reached through the ropes and swatted her knife-like claws into Piper’s butt.
The champion howled in pain and jumped high in the air while holding her
backside.
Calypso got down from the apron while Tori hopped to her
feet and body slammed Piper to the mat. While the champ was down, Tori leaped
off the middle rope and back flipped chest first into Piper, driving the air
from the dreamer kitty’s already exhausted lungs. Tori then wrapped her arm
around the champ’s chin and held her face in front of Calypso and Stitches for
further humiliation.
The tiny calico pulled out a smart phone and recorded a
video of Piper’s contorted face in what would be known as The Huh Challenge.
Calypso mockingly said, “My name is Piper and I cry myself to sleep every night
like a big fat baby! HUH?!”
Stitches giggled while taking the phone from Calypso and
doing her own Huh Challenge. “My name is Piper and my favorite thing to eat is
whatever’s in the litter box! HUH?!” The two outside kitties high-fived each other
and giggled some more at Piper’s expense.
Meanwhile, a single tear dropped from Piper’s eye as she
gritted her fangs and tightened her claws. This was the BS she had to put up
with on live television for weeks now. She growled at the thought of her opponents
acting like middle school children instead of legitimate wrestlers. She growled
even harder when the audience tried to cheer her back into this match. Piper
needed this victory. She needed to show that dreams always come true no matter
how high the odds were stacked.
Piper slithered underneath the chin lock, grabbed Tori
around her waist, and threw her backwards on her neck. The Supermodel Kitty
flopped around like a fish as she was thrown backwards again. And again. And
again. Calypso and Stitches weren’t even paying attention to the action going
on in the ring as they were too busy taking selfies. Piper glared like a hungry
tiger at them as she bounced off the ropes and flew over the top turnbuckle.
She landed perfectly on Stitches and ripped her apart with her claws like a
Christmas present while Calypso watched on in wide-eyed, shaky-bodied horror.
Piper turned her fiery glare to Calypso and gave her a
leonine howl and an ophidian hiss. The champion chased the Supermodel Kitty
around the ring multiple times. She didn’t care about the exhaustion in her
body from the main event match. She was sucking down air like a whirlwind as
she saw nothing but red when she gazed upon Calypso. The calico brat was
getting tuckered out herself, so she slid underneath the bottom rope and drew
the ire of Willem, who trapped her in the corner and gave off more rapid fire
barks.
The champ slid underneath the bottom rope as well, and this
time she was sure to dine upon Calypso’s pencil neck. She could already taste the
blood like a shark swirling its prey. Even though Piper didn’t have as many
teeth as a shark, she would make every vampire bite feel like a bloodlust
chainsaw attack anyways.
And that was when she felt something sharp jam into the back
of her neck. The intense pain and black vision suggested Tori used a foreign
object to get the upper hand behind the schipperke’s back. Once Calypso dived
out of the ring and curled in a corner, Tori finished the job with a
high-impact kick underneath Piper’s chin, knocking her out just long enough to
be pinned for three seconds.
Willem tapped the mat three times and the match was over.
Piper’s championship reign, just like her vision, had faded away with
quickness. The only dream she would be living was the one in her subconscious
theater, which only played horror movies that day. When her eyes slowly opened,
her bruised and battered body made her feel like road kill. The unending pain
was just as emotional when she awakened to find an animal diaper fastened to
her crotch. The Supermodel Kitties danced around on the ramp, celebrating with
the title and mocking Piper with more nee-ner-nee-ner taunts.
The never-ending tears in Piper’s eyes caused her vision to
fade to black once more. She didn’t remember being helped to the doctor’s
office. She didn’t remember the stitches she would require. Her emotions were
robotic as she tried to process being humiliated by the Supermodel Kitties. She
stared into space not wanting to think about the future or how her diapered
sorrow was broadcast not only for the television audience, but also the
internet troglodytes.
The more she stared into those white walls, the less of a
choice she had in what to think about. She tried to shove it down. She tried to
hold back the tears. But the tears kept rolling down like whitewater rapids.
Her depressed howling couldn’t be helped. Her childhood dream was shattered
like a pot of dead roses. Piper had the innocence of a child for most of her
life. Now she made the roughest of transitions into adulthood and realized that
nightmares were the norm in this world. The tears poured like an avalanche of
cold emotions as she laid there all alone in the doctor’s office. With such a
humiliating defeat, she was more than just physically alone in this world.
But if her childhood innocence taught her anything, it was
not to cry because it was over. It was to smile because it happened. She loved
that butterfly-decorated championship. It gave her some warm memories of being
adored by the crowd. All the hugs, high-fives, and cheers helped to dry her
ultra-wet, ultra-red eyeballs. They were the only things that got her through
the hard training and violent matches. And now that Piper was contractually
obligated to a rematch, she couldn’t let those beautiful fans down twice.
As she wiped the last of her tears from her furry face,
Piper reached her paw over and picked up a scalpel from the bench. Tori cheated
by using a sharp object similar to this one, so why shouldn’t Piper do the same
when she wanted to win her Divas Championship back? But what would her fans
think of her if she did such a thing? Would they ostracize her if she sunk to
the Supermodel Kitties’ level?
In that doctor’s office, Piper had a decision to make. What
was more important to her: the belt and all the money that came with it, or the
fans that energized her every night and stayed loyal until the end? She had a
long night of thinking ahead of her, but one thing was for certain her mind:
“Those bitches are going to pay!”
