Post by Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin on Feb 4, 2013 0:45:47 GMT -4
Late afternoon
A beach in Los Angeles, CA...
A beach in Los Angeles, CA...
Up above, the sky was as blue and cloudless as the perfect summer day. The hotel that most tourists would call temporary home loomed far off in the distance alongside most of the local Los Angeles cityline. There were sunbathers and the occasional child or two…or three that would run on by, chasing and laughing or otherwise being scolded by an over protective parent for doing something that they shouldn’t. Walking down the sandy beach amongst all of that noise and clatter was a pair of sandaled feet, toenails painted a bright cherry red color, smooth legs that seemed to go on forever, and a set of…eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. Niobe’s face was set into a calm look, her lips pursed tightly together as she carried a small purse in one hand and what was left of a sandwich in the other hand, taking a bite of it as she found herself a quiet place down the shoreline, away from most of the crowd to set down the towel that was hanging over her shoulder.
She looked from left to right to make sure that no one was following her, looking to take a picture or an autograph before laying out the towel on the sand and plopping herself down on it. The sandwich, or what was left of it was swallowed and the paper was shoved into the purse as she pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion, opening the cap to pour some into her open hand to spread it on her exposed skin. A small smile graced her lips then, thinking about how nice it was to be back home in her own hometown, back amongst familiar things and people. She chuckled, still smiling, throwing the lotion back into her purse and removing the sunglasses from her face, tossing those aside as well. Hair was left loose as she laid down on the towel on her back, eyes shut against the glare of the sun that was beating down on the beach at the moment. She was happy to be out here before the rush of the crowds came. And considering the circumstances she deserved to treat herself just a little bit.
Niobe was celebrating in a way her return back to her native Los Angeles once again. God it had been way too long since she had come home to the familiar sights and sounds of LA. Things hadn't changed much since her last trip back to the ol' city of angels. Some new stores perhaps, but that was about it. Her friends hadn't changed much, thank god. Where were most of them right now you wonder and why haven't they joined her? Work, my friends. That was the sad thing. It was either work or college stuff. But there was always the opportunity to talk through text and such which was nice.
As if in an after thought, Niobe glanced at her right elbow, flexing it a little, a hand brushing at her head where she had been busted open by the chair shot from Robina.
Christ I bled like a stuck pig after that shot. Bitch knows how to swing a chair, but I know how to swing my fists and feet a whole lot better than she does. Hope that knee is feeling better because I'm going to focus the ever loving hell out of it. I don't want her walking out of Meltdown under her own power. I will make her bleed all over that arena if I have to.
Niobe grinned at her own morbid thoughts, thinking how nice it would be to put her to rest for the time being with one chair shot, or two...or three or more, who knows. She wasn’t going to slack off and let Robina run all over her just to show off and make a fool out of her in front of her hometown crowd. Oh no. She just liked to make people think she was a lazy ass, just to surprise everyone when she did something. That was the fun part. Now she was going to soak up the sun, get a nice tan and go back to her posh little home to relax and watch a little tv. So long as she didn’t get sunburnt. Then forget about it, she’d sit and peel before letting anyone touch her. Not that she was a priss, she just hated being sunburnt.
She had run in and cost Robina a lot in the past few weeks. Interfering in matches she wasn't even supposed to be in, even costing her a chance at Logan's title belt. He was a nice guy and Niobe wasn't about to let her practically beat him senseless and let Christian Kane walk out of there with that belt handed to him on a silver platter by Robina. She'd rather fall into a vat of acid before that happened. Some would say she was playing with fire by doing this, making an enemy out of Robina and in an indirect way, the GM's here.
"I don't care who I piss off in the end. Someone's gotta stand up for the crap that's happening around her, due to the GM's playing chess with everyone's careers here. And those who know what's going on and aren't doing a thing need to grow a pair of balls before the bodies start to pile up. Robina will be at the top of the list..if I have anything to say about it."[/color]
Guys would walk by that had come from the other direction, whistling at her. All she would do was wave and smile, winking, only to watch them walk away and frown. Whatever. They weren’t interesting enough. Her future plans were more interesting than those boneheads. For now she was going to lay here on the beach and space out, soak up the sun and pretend the world didn’t exist for a while. Time passed as it always does and she sat up after a while, glancing down at her skin to make sure she hadn’t fried herself to a crisp in the process. Thank god she hadn’t. She stretched out her body before reaching into the small purse besides her, pulling out her phone, checking to see who had messaged her in her down time. It was from her friends of course, wanting to know if she would join them for some fun at a local bar for drinks and food, get some time to relax and shoot the breeze before she did her dirty deed tomorrow. The AC/DC song that those words related to popped into her head and she grinned, getting up from her beach towel as she grabbed it and her purse, strutting back down the beach to head to her car and eventually...home.
Time to bring the pain.[/color]
Fade out...
The scene fades in again to Niobe standing somewhere in the back of the arena with a steel chair in her hand, gripped tightly in front of her as she glares at the camera.
"Remember me, Robina? You should since you and I have literally been in each others faces all month long. You've had it out for me since I came back here, seeking to destroy me and my career before it had a chance to take off again. You even went so far as to injure my elbow not only once but twice, trying to end me by way of an injury. That way you could sleep at night knowing that you got rid of the problem, the nobody that you have no love for and go on with the world revolving around you.
But as you can see here, dear Robina. *she shifts the chair to her left hand and raises her elbow up to the camera* Things are all healed up and ready to go. You failed where you should of succeeded. Then again, you could say the same thing. I failed to break your knee into tiny pieces a couple weeks ago when I ran out during that match of yours to yank the chair out of your hands before smashing it on your knee but succeeded to cause you enough pain so you could see how it felt when you did it to me. I continued the assault at Survive and Conquer, and I can't tell you how good it felt to see the bruise on your knee, how good it felt to stomp it into the ground, to hear your howls of pain as I did. It was great.
And by the way, I ran out to stop you later on at the PPV because I didn't want you to screw with Logan Alexander's chances of retaining his belt by doing what you did. You would of literally handed Christian Kane that title belt on a silver platter without him having to do the real work to get it. I stood up to you and who you work for at the cost of my own body. And I'll do it again and again until I can wipe you off of the face of this company for good.
You've had your fun with me, smashing my elbow, smashing me with chairs. You've opened me up a few times because of that. I can tell you I can't wait to take this chair and...
Niobe grabs the chair in both hands and starts to violently smash it into the ground over and over again, turning to the nearest wall and smashing it against that until she stops, the chair bent slightly as she glares into the camera, waving the chair at it proving her point.
"...smash it into your pretty face, your head, your knee, wherever else I can! I want to cause you the pain that you've cause me all month. I want you to feel what I've felt all month. I want you to howl in pain, cry for mercy! I'm going to make you bleed all over the Colluseam and Sports Arena until there is nothing left of you but an empty shell.
And then your Nightmare will truly begin as I send you back to where you came from, a broken, battered and bloody shell. Because this so called 'Nobody' beat your ass and paid you back in full!
Paybacks a bitch, ain't it Robina?"
Niobe tosses the chair down on the floor of the arena and walks away, the camera panning down to get a good look at it before the view fades to black.[/font]
