005

March 27, 2014 (off camera)

Two days before Chaos Theory in Montreal…

The silence was almost ominous, those words that Kasey Summers' doppelganger had just uttered still hanging in the air: "You know that girl you mentioned? Nessa Wall? Well it's funny you mention her…"

Kasey's eyes went wide as she stared at Tori, folding her arms across her chest. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd almost suspected that Nessa had a hand in everything awful— she was just that sort of person. "What about her?" She finally managed to spit out the words, finding her voice past the anger that was still threatening to choke her.

"Well…." Tori glanced from Carson over to Kasey before she headed to the vacant chair and made herself comfortable. "We kinda...met and….she…." Her eyes scan back to Carson. "You're not calling the cops, are you? Because if I'm going to jail anyway, I don't really have any reason to talk about all this."

Carson rolled his eyes as he looked down to his iPhone. "Well let's put it this way. If you don't tell us what's going on, I guarantee I will. If you do, we may not." The agent gave her a rather serious look, showing her the screen as he had the keypad open to make the call.

Kasey paced around the table, moving so that she had a view of both her agent and the impostor before letting out a sigh. "Listen, I know we're not friends or anything and we're kinda here raining on your parade and all that… but… I'd really appreciate it if you could just tell me what the hell is actually going on here?!" Her voice rose at the end; she looked almost like she was on the verge of frustrated tears.

Tori fumbled with her fingers for a moment, as though she were trying to remove something from her fingernails or just preening a bit. "Well the thing is...I've been impersonating you for a little longer than that. I don't have a sick grandma. She's dead….so I guess that means she isn't sick anymore. A year or so ago, I was working this crap job at a mall when this blonde lady came in, and told me how much I looked like you. I thought she was full of crap, because...well I thought I was cuter. But seeing you up close, I—" She clammed up for a moment, realizing she was digging the hole deeper. "You're totally cuter, by the way. Anyway, she was amazed how much she thought we looked alike. And told me if I ever wanted to make some money off that, to call her. Gave me her business card. I ended up getting fired from my job…" That certainly irritated her, shown by her expression. "And I couldn't find another. So….I called her up."

Kasey threw up her hands in surrender and sank to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest. "So the opportunity of a lifetime literally fell into your lap while you were manning the perfume counter at JC Penny? That's just…" she let out a little laugh, shaking her head. "I don't even know what to call this whole story, Tori… that's what totally blows my mind. This is so messed up that I'm like totally beyond words."

Tori sat quiet for a moment after Kasey's outburst. "Well...I told her I'd give it a shot. So she paid for me to get...ONE wrestling lesson. And started telling people you were taking bookings. Well...I was pretty awful..even though I have improved actually. But then you went back on television, and that cut down on my bookings probably because they knew how to get in touch with you. So….after your exit from the last company you worked for….she got me signed to the CWF under the name Kallie Green. I was there...as you...for a while. That didn't work out too well, because the CWF is….the CWF. They finally fired me. And then I started back taking indy bookings. Nessa got me a few bookings to start, then it all took off from there. And like when you showed up at When Worlds Collide 2? My bookings exploded!"

Carson's brow twitched a bit as he was clearly getting more and more angry listening to her. "Humor me and tell me why she wanted you to do this, why she wanted you to be pretend to be Kasey."

"Well….I'm pretty sure she hates you." Tori told Kasey with a shrug.

Kasey let out a groan, burying her face in her hands so that her next words were muffled. "Yeah, I got that impression a long time ago. I don't know what I ever did to her besides walk in on her having wild monkey sex backstage with Mr. Houser but… I totally didn't tell anyone that ever happened."

"Uh….eww!" That made the impostor's face contort in disgust. "I've seen that Houser dude, his face reminds me of a penis because he's a dick." She gave a shudder at that. "Basically put, she had me impersonating you for a little while. The money was good, so I kept it up. After you resurfaced at that show, the money really got good! And I couldn't turn it down. And then she set me up with this dude who….I don't know if I should tell you…"

"You should...unless you'd like to tell the police." Carson added.

"I'm guessing you haven't seen the website?" Tori could tell by Kasey's face that she had completely lost her. "Well she even had this guy build a website called Summer's Closet...dot net...where I sold some...things that people thought was yours. You know, signed memorabilia like cards and figures and bikinis and panties...and other stuff. Wrestling fans are fucking freaks, by the way."

"YOU PRETENDED TO SELL MY PANTIES?!" Kasey was totally aghast.

"Well…..yeah. I didn't wear all of them though, sometimes I'd just stop by Sears on the way home from a show and pick up one of those packs that had like four or six in them and throw them in the dryer...give them that worn look. I never wore any of the bikinis...because it was fucking winter...and no one wears a bikini in the winter. But they still sold." She clapped her hands together. "But there was this one really really cute one with Hello Kitty on it and it had…"

"Who cares?!" Carson called out.

Kasey was so red that it made her hair look pale by comparison. Her eyes were wide as she looked back and forth from Tori to Carson. "That's not real, is it? People don't really want to buy… used… p-panties, do they?"

"I have no idea. That's not the kind of merchandising I do." Carson added before Tori cut back into the conversation. Carson, meanwhile, was pulling up the website on his iPhone before he walked across to show it to Kasey.

"Don't worry, they are sold out of underwear right now. I've been kinda busy traveling, and some of the panties weren't all that cute. They'll buy thongs and lacy underwear, but you get those high waist granny panties? No one wants those. I don't blame them."

Carson glanced back to her. "Here's the deal, you're out of business. No more pretending to be Kasey. Ever. Again. Or I have you put...under the jail. And then the only people who will be interested in your panties will be your cellmate. Do we understand each other?" He asked, almost glaring at her.

"Yeah, okay. Geez, you don't have to be so cold about it. It's just fucking panties." She leaned across the table to peer at the website. "Don't open that second page...crotchless was a bad idea"

Kasey clapped a hand over her mouth, looking as though she was literally going to puke all over her own lap as she shoved the phone back at Carson. Her eyes were filled with disgust as she turned her head back to Tori. "You're sick, you know that? You… you're… just A DIRTY BIRD!"

Tori mouthed the words 'dirty bird' with a confused expression. Carson closed the browser window and put his phone away.

"You know what?" Carson said. "I have an idea. And you're going to help us with it...or you go to jail."

"I'm game then. You're never letting this go, are you? What's your idea?" Tori asked.

"First, we need some blonde hair dye…."