Mission Statement

[Ironsoldier]

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During the middle of a show slated to have an appearance by none other then Katherine Hart, the crowd was unsurprisingly ecstatic when her energetic theme song, Back to Back, blasted to life on the sound speakers.

But while the woman who emerged was wearing the trademark purple mask... it was clearly not the original Super Kitty. Hart's stature was impressive, but the woman who now wore her mask was both taller, broader and more muscular by far. She wore a crimson leotard, rather then Kat's purple. She didn't play to the crowd, but sauntered out in a way that made her contempt and condescension towards the fans clear without ever having to say a word. A smile played on her lips, but it was the cruel smile of a woman who knew a dire secret and relished the opportunity to share it. She motioned for a microphone.

"I know, I know, you are all disappointed. You heard that stupid theme song and thought you were going to see the Super Kitty, Katherine Hart! Sorry to disappoint you, but you're stuck with me, Zarya Volkov. If you want to see Miss Hart, don't get your hopes up. She will think long and hard before she steps foot in a LAW ring again." She paused, soaking up the grumbling displeasure of the crowd. "I know, that makes you sad. Super Kitty is your hero. She saves puppies from storm drains and does Make-a-wish for sick children and helps old people cross the street and a bunch of other crap."

The boos grew louder, then, but Zarya only shrugged, helplessly, as if none of this were really her fault and they were being quite rude and unreasonable. "Now you are maybe thinking why a fighter of my stature would waste my time on someone who wears a purple cat mask to the ring. It is simple. In this business, you need a mission statement. Some women go after titles. Some want fame and admiration of the fans. Some are just looking for a place to belong in the sisterhood of warriors. Me? I just want to hurt people and get paid for doing it. That is all I care about. That is what the Iron Soldier does for a living, put weak, fake tough-girls like Katherine Hart in the emergency room.

When I joined this promotion I knew the first part of that mission was to make my mark, get a little attention. And I did. I walked up to Stupid Kitty, looked her dead in the eye and challenged her to a fight. She refused! And then, she attacked me from behind. Even then, I beat Katherine Hart in record time. She couldn't even stop me from tearing off her mask. So, if any of you girls backstage wants your rival to have a happy little accident one day that can't be traced to you, come find me. For a perfectly reasonable fee, I'll do to them what I did to Hart!"

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Zarya's display seemed to earn her heat from every single corner of the stadium, tonight. If she wanted capitalize on what she had done to Katherine backstage not too long ago, and earn mass disapproval in the process, she had certainly done just that. Katherine Hart was known well enough even before she had come to the LAW. To the point where many of the ladies wrestling establishing themselves in promotions all around the world would think twice about bashing her on the mic if they mentioned her at all. But there was the occasional exception. And this one was the biggest travesty by far.

Zarya dragged Kat's name through the mud on live TV. And finished up by offering any member of the LAW locker room the chance to have a similar job carried out against any woman - any LAW wrestler of their choosing. There was a brief pause, during which some people would begin to wonder: Was Zarya really telling the truth? Would Kat stoop so low only to be put out of commission by the Iron Solider? But all those doubts would come to a screeching halt when theme "Back to Back" sounded again and Kat came walking into the arena, appearing a the top of the entrance ramp. She was wearing her spare mask, some tape on her shoulder are, and a big smile despite the circumstances of her last meeting and her current one with Volkov. She also had a mic in her hand, and she raised it to her face after waiting a moment to take in the reaction the audience had to her appearance.

"Zayra Volkov, right? The Iron Solider? If you wanted to get my attention, if you wanted me to learn of who you are, you certainly did a good job." She said as she paced left and right at the top of the ramp. "Before we get into my response to all the utter BS you just spewed, why don't we take a look at what really happened? Cause you see Zarya, on top of having more fans in this arena than days you have served in the military, I also have something you seem to be incapable discussing. The truth. I know some of you LAW fans already know, you smarks have seen it, online. The backstage security cam footage of what REALLY happened a couple days ago. Play the clip for all these wonderful people." She said in reference to the production crew.

On the titantron, above The Super Kitty, black and white footage from the security camera in the locker room would show the events of their previous encounter. The footage would show Zarya clearly skulking the locker room area before approaching Katherine from behind and bashing her face into her locker! Many wrestlers in Katherine's position might have asked for them to pause or stop the clip altogether, but she allowed it to run it's course. Everything from Kat trying to resist to Zarya choking her out and continuing to take the fight to her was put on display for all to see. Finally after The Iron Soldier collected Kat's mask and made her leave. After which, the clip would terminate and Katherine would continue.

"That's how it went down, folks. And I think you'd need to have a brain made of Iron to be able to infer differently from what actually happened. This woman stalked me, followed me, and attacked me from behind. Tried to use getting the drop on me as an excuse to justify wasting these fans' time with a crappy little plug for her hitwoman service!" The fans would begin to rally behind Kat as she spoke with a tone of indignation. "So lemme tell you how this is gonna go down, Volkov. My make-a-wish granting, helps-old-people across the street, 'saves other kitties from storm drains' behind is gonna come down this ramp!! I'm gonna cave your face in just as hard as I did verbally on this mic! I'm gonna beat the crap out of you in a fair fight WITH my taped up shoulder! I'm gonna show you why these folks call me the Super Kitty! I'm gonna kick your butt till it's as red as your leotard is! And then I'm gonna take my mask back. But perhaps what's more important than all that... is I'm gonna direct your attention to the fact that you were so cocky about jumping me, that you neglected to look at the card for tonight. You and I have a match! And it starts...Right. Now." As she finished up her speech, Kat threw her microphone down and began to make her way to the ring. She rotated her bad shoulder as she paced with authority down the ramp. It didn't seem to affect her much - she couldn't afford to pay it much mind for now. Hart was a woman on a mission. A mission to put Zarya in her place. And show her the consequences of disrespecting Katherine Hart.

[Ironsoldier]

Zarya's grin dropped from her face like a safe off the top of a ten story building, there one moment, gone the next. She didn't look frightened, or even terribly concerned, only annoyed as Katherine went through great lengths to disprove her entire promo and then proceed to charge the ring. She fully expected to deal with Super Kitty in short order, but she hadn't expected to do so this soon, and the Iron Soldier only fought when it was most advantageous to her. This interruption was a problem, one Zarya intended to completely BS her way out of.

And if that didn't work... it was safe to say that Super Kitty, in her haste for vengeance, was not a hundred percent. She'd come back to the ring sooner then was wise, that was for certain.

"Hold on, suuka. Do you think you can interrupt my promo time with your clearly doctored video tape? Look at that? Everyone in this arena can see that this recording has been altered!" A hint of a smirk 'almost' managed to ruin her expression of perfect indignation and outrage. "And even if it was true, how do I know you've been medically cleared for a match? I have to see paperwork! If we fight now, and I rip that arm from it's socket, this promotion could be held legally responsible!"

"Unlike you, and your selfish ways, I 'care' too much about these good fans to put there entertainment at risk. We will set up a proper match at a later date if you insist on getting your ass kicked. If not... I won't be held responsible for what I do to you!"

[winner3]

Hart looked like she meant business. It didn't seem like much would stop her from rushing the ring right now and trying to lay into the Iron Solider who assaulted her from behind just a few days ago. It was safe to say that in all her years of wrestlers, Zarya managed to bring her to this level of anger in record time.

Fans became conspicuously hyped as Katherine neared the ring. But the volume would lower slightly when Zarya began to speak. The Russian expressed clearly sarcastic concerns over whether or not Katherine was medically cleared to throw down, tonight. Concerns that might have come across as something more than a convenient excuse if they hadn't come at such an opportune time. These comments made Kat pause for a moment before entering the ring. But after a few seconds, she rolled under the bottom rope and quickly popped up to her feet. She would then tap her own forehead to express her surprise. Her facial expression would change to one that was more lighthearted. The purple clad veteran would clear her throat before speaking audibly enough for the audience and Zarya to hear her, with her voice projecting off of Zarya's mic.

"I got ahead of myself, there! You're right! I ought to be sure I'm medically cleared to fight you and put you in your place for jumping me and taking my mask!" Many people were surprised at this abrupt change in attitude.

Thankfully! I actually DID get cleared! I have the paperwork on me! Sorry I didn't pull it out sooner, Zarya!" With that, Kat would stand straight and begin to push her hand down the front of her leotard, rummaging around her bosom/chest area as if searching for the paperwork. "My outfit doesn't have a ton of pockets. Sometimes you gotta improvise..." She'd comment, earning a few chuckles. After a quick second, she'd abruptly remove her hand to reveal...no paper work at all. Instead, it was just a raised middle finger!

With that, Kat would lunge at the Iron Solider with a stiff uppercut aimed at her jaw! If she succeeded in landing the blow and causing the giant to stagger, she'd yell at her to start the match. "Now get up and wrestle! Show me what you can do in a fair fight! You might be wearing red but all I see is a yellow-bellied coward!"

[Ironsoldier]

Zarya expected some stupid comment from Kat and actually smirked when she came out with the middle finger. What she didn't expect was the brazen attack that followed. She managed to get her arms up to blunt some of the impact, but the blow still rocked the Russian bully, sending her staggering back. She still held the microphone, a blare of feedback echoing. Glaring, she rubbed at her jaw with her free hand. Katherine had come for a fight, and there'd be no delaying it. Zarya grabbed the top of the mask and pulled it from her head, tossing it out to the floor like so much trash. She'd collect it afterward, having no intention of letting Kat get her hands on it.

She raised the microphone to her lips... but then let her hand drop, leaving what she said next for Katherine's ears alone. There was no more mirth, dark or otherwise. Only the cold, sullen eyes of a stone cold sociopath.

"You could have gone about your business, suka, I was done with you. But you could not do this. You had to play the hero. I know you're not ready for this. I know the pain lingers. I know your neck still clicks when you turn your head. That little tingle that runs down your shoulder? That's nerve damage. I know these things because I this is what I do. I inflict trauma, for a living. And you want to go to war with me?"

Zarya Volkov raised her hands to give the Super Kitty a violent shove backwards. Only then did she raise the mic to her mouth once more.

"You asked for this! You and me, right here, right now! Get a ref out here!"

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Katherine frowned as she drove her point home during this confrontation. In her mind, that glancing blow to Zarya's jaw one be the first of many well-deserved acts of retribution. The audience cheered this act, but quickly grew eager to see more. When Zarya removed the stolen masked from her face and threw it down, the fans in the arena only got louder, and Kat's countenance only grew angrier. It was safe to sat that Volkov choosing to the discard the mic next was essentially an acceptance of Hart's challenge.

Zarya proceeded to get in her face, threatening her with a professionally executed beatdown. A sequel to what she did to The Super Kitty in the locker room and a reminder of the damage the blonde fighter had sustained. It wasn't audible to the crowd but surely it would be picked up in recordings and TV broadcasts of this showing of LAW.

Katherine nodded slightly as Zarya uttered her words. She began to nod more vigorously when she was forcefully shoved back a few steps. "Nerve damage or not. Broken or not. As long as there is a single bone in my body. As long as I draw breath. As long as you continue to come for me or anyone else that's simply trying to do right by others, you and I will always be at war. And I will always ensure that you get what's coming to you..."

As the two minced words for what would seem to be the final time during this segment, LAW management backstage struggled to find a ref on hand. When the finally did, the official would come running down the ramp. She slid into the ring just as Kat finished her words and began to step towards Zarya.

The roof of the building rumbled with over the fact that The Iron Solider and The Super Kitty were about to come to blows. And despite the assets on either woman, this bout promised to be anything but pretty....