Here we go...again.

[Arcadia]

Katrina Olivetti
frequently closed captioned by SAP

The scene opens inside the CoK locker rooms. Katrina "Arcadia the Divine" Olivetti is pacing the span of the room, back and forth, back and forth, passing rows of lockers, passing the Monster Energy Drink vending maching, passing the showers, and then returning the same route. Her brisk movements cause her braid to switch across her back with every step. She is muttering to herself under her breath in Spanish.

She stops and pulls her butterfly knife out of her black baby phat jeans and ice picks it, exposing the blade. She pivots on her right foot, doing a military style about-face, and sends the knife flying through the air, end over end, towards a two-by-four taken from under the ring and propped against the far wall.

The blade hits the wood with precision, the reverberations from the power behind the throw cause the wood to jostle and vibrate against the wall. She stalks towards the board, yanking out inch-and-a-half's worth of metal still embedded in the former tree. The camera pans in to show many small similar scars in the two-by-four, all at about the same height. She must have been at this for a while.

She returns to her pacing, and releases the knife with force once more, waiting to hear the satisfying "thunk" sound of the double razor's edges connecting with the wood. Instead she hears this; "Yo what the fuck? You trying to take my head off?" As the Submission Technician, Vin E. Lambardo walks through the locker room door and almost into the flight path of Katrina's knife.

She stops and removes the knife which had found its mark once more and says to Vin, "Hey, it was out of my hands. Sorry."

The fire-engine-redhead looks at Arcadia hard and asks, "What's up with you? Don't you have a match you need to train for?"

Kat's eyes shoot sparks from behind her luchadora mask that is her constant companion, even when in street clothes, and explodes at Vin, "That's just it! This is to be my fourth match here and I've only fought in two match-ups!! I ate this bendejo at my debut. MY DEBUT MATCH was against this guy! Then I fight the World's Worst Tag Team Losers two weeks in a row! Now I'm back to the E-Starr all over again! What the FUCK am I not doing right? Why do I have to keep fighting the same guys over and over and OVER?!" SHe throws the knife back at the board and it glances off the side of the wood and clatters to the floor.

The Hardcor-a Luchadora and the Spotlight Kid both stare at the knife as if it is infected with the T-virus. "I missed." She states the obvious with a dumbfounded look on her face.

Vin picks up the butterfly and twirls it closed, gently placing it in Arcadia's hand and curling her fingers around it. "You need to stop and chill for a sec. Think about your match, not about how pissed you are. Trust me I UNDERSTAND about fighting the same people all the time. Hell, I fought Iceman three weeks in a Kaos damned ROW. But thats the card. You can beat him and fight better, or lose and have to fight him again just to make your way back up." He takes Arcadia's arm and leads her to the bench nearby, sitting both of them down. "Just beat the guy one more time."

Player One looks at the wall and says, "This guy isn't even a wrestler. He's an E-Fedder! He plays a wrestler online and now he's playing one in real life! He isn't even..." Katrina trails off and starts to smile. She laughs and her green eyes dance with mirth. "Vin, can I borrow your computer?"

"Yeah, what do you need it for?"

"I need info on Jake Ruby."

"Oh, here." He pulls out his laptop and opens a file. "I've already done my research on every guy in this Fed."

"Thanks, I'll have it back to you in a few hours."

Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti walks out of the locker rooms and finds a quiet corner in the back of the nose-bleed section of the empty arena. She hunches over the computer and accesses the internet. She double checks a file from Vin's folder and copies-then-pastes a blurb in the address bar. The camera zooms in as Arcadia types furiously on the keyboard, her hands flying across the keys as quick as lightning. The computer screen reads:

DEBUT ROLEPLAY

Mike Mystery enters the darkened arena to the music of Metallica's Enter Sandman. The crowd is hushed, not knowing what to make of the newcomer just yet. The 6'4" man of muscle walks down to the ring, waving to the crowd, smiling, and basking in the knowledge of his soon-to-be-known glory. He jumps up on the ring apron and steps into the ring in between the 2nd and 3rd ropes. He calls for a microphone from ringside. The large luchadore brings the microphone to his lips, staring at the fans through his half mask. "Hello, faithful! I am here for one reason. I want the KING OF THIS FED!"

Katrina takes a moment to crack her fingers and the camera pans back out. She periodically laughs, frowns, and tilts her head to the left, scrutinizing her work. Katrina posts her roleplay and the camera catches a glimpse of her signature pics. Arcadia has used Rey Mysterio Jr. and has, in one fell swoop, thoroughly debased the E-Starr's reign in his imaginary wreslting world. The unknown female player wrote Mike Mystery issuing a blatant challenge to the E-Starr's character in his own E-territory under an assumed E-name.

She stays on the boards, waiting for a response. Waiting for match results, grinning. She peruses the boards, checking out the character bios and notices how many people use pic bases of the men and women in APW. Her own pictures are used, along with Sgt. Kenny Lambardo's, Hurricane Jeff's, Sabur's (making her laugh out loud) and Trevor Blackwell's.

"Maybe APW should make an E-fed...It looks like we've all got alot of fans we didn't know about." Katrina says to the camera. She smiles as the results of her accepted challenge are posted and scrolls down to the end of the match. She turns the screen towards the camera and it pans in. The screen reads:

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WINNER: MIKE MYSTERY

Withers: And a HUGE debut win for Mike Mystery!

McGee: He had some trouble starting out, but he pulled the pin in the end.

Withers: It doesn't look like our Hardcore Champion is too happy about losing either.

Katrina "Arcadia the Divine" Olivetti looks at the camera and smiles. "You see E-starr, You can play at being a wrestler all you want. I'm still better than you in EVERY way. I've told you once, and now you are making me repeat myself. I am the...ONLY... PLAYER IN THE GAME! See you in the REAL squared circle next time."

The Hardcor-a Luchadora brushes her shoulder at the camera, picks up Vin's laptop and walks down the arena seats.

The camera fades to black.