Wishful Thinking

[Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin]

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"Listen You make this bad blood rise.
Hand me some rope 'cause I'll be hanging around hearing blacktounge bitchen' for hours on end.
C'mon give it a break and drop fucking...!
Now lets keep it honest In here I don't know you so you sure don't know me.
So keep my name out of your mouth and we can keep it the same just like the doctor said."

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You can hear the faint sounds of heavy metal music playing as the scene slowly fades in. There are shots of the interior of the local gym in Los Angeles, the girl sitting at the front desk taking calls and chatting with other employees. People working out on the weights, running on treadmills, swimming in the pool down on the main floor or just coming and going. All in all it seems to be a rather busy day here, business as usual some would say. People glance at the camera as it passes by, then go back to what they were doing. The camera bobs slowly all the way towards the back, the sounds of music still following it as the gentle thump, thumps can be heard, grunting and other such noises following.

As the camera peers into the room, you find the figure of Niobe Martin with her fists punching away at a large swinging black bag, aiming her covered fists right at the white square sitting dead center of the bag. Standing behind it is a taller man, his black hair short and spiked, dark brown eyes watching Niobe's every move, shouting out encouragement every so often.

"Come on Niobe, keep it up, just a few more. Stay focused. This isn't a punching bag, this is those smart assed guys you're going up against."

”This time, I’m in a gym, focusing on myself, my match and not out running around the town. What little you know about me, Michael. The less you know, the better.”

“I’m aware of that, Xavier. That’s what I’ve been doing these past few minutes…ugg! Every punch, every kick is one for those guys. I am not some god damn diva that will lay down for a job. I have the looks, and don’t look like I got my face caught in a damn cheese grater.”

[color=739071”Little brutal there, aren’t we Niobe?"

“Hell no, this is what you get when you ignite the fire underneath me and start talking crap that you think will get you noticed. I don’t wander around a city for nothing, I do things for the company, meet the fans, stuff like that. When was the last time that Ellis Graham did anything for himself that wasn’t selfish in nature or didn’t involve his ugly mug being in front of a camera? Or throwing money around because he thought it bought him something other than a chance to sleep at night? Maybe he needs to go back to school and pay attention, he’s horrible at remembering anything.

At least I got attention as a child, and had a life, and didn’t go around blaming my past, or my mistakes for what I turned out to be now. Michael didn’t get enough hugs when he was little, that was obvious.”

[color=739071”Someone stole his favorite toy as a child. Maybe his crap childhood is what makes him such a danger. He uses that anger, that ball of fury settled deep in his stomach to take it out on everyone else. He hates the rest of you in the match because you all had it better than he did.”[/color]

“And jealousy rears its ugly little head. Maybe when he gets his ass handed to him after this match, I can send him home to dear old mom and dad, if they’re still around. But the way that he acts, who would want a child like that?”

[color=739071”That was a little harsh.”[/color]

“It’s true. And I don’t even know what Evan is doing in this match anyway. Who decided to stick him in this match to begin with? He hasn’t done much of anything over these past couple of months to toot a horn at. I’m going to make sure I teach him a lesson, a good one, so he won’t try to think he has a chance to kick my ass.”
[color=739071”He called you a bitch, and said that your talents are on your chest and not in the ring. That you used other means to get here. The hell is his deal.”[/color]

“Christ he’s got issues. Yes I am a bitch, but I’m the bitch that is going to kick his ass. I got here because I have the skills in the ring that show what I can do and why I’m such a danger to my opponents. I’m not some two dollar whore that needs to flash skin, some tits, and give a handy just to get ahead. Makes you wonder what he did to get here, if you know what I’m saying.”

[color=739071”And there’s the punch line, in more ways than one. Now let’s move on to some kicks and then we will go out to the weights for a little bit before calling it a day. We gotta make sure you’re in shape to totally kill the competition in the ring. Can’t let you be a loose noodle out there, right?”[/color]

“Nah, I’m as strong as an ox with a will to win. What they don’t know will kill them in the end.” Niobe said, kicking at the bag over and over, the faces of her opponents flashing over and over in her mind’s eye, angering her even further as she growled. The music pulsed and sang through her veins, luring her in with its siren call of pain, destruction, and total victory over the opposition. “I’m not stupid, I know what I’m doing.”

[color=739071”That’s what I like to hear. So what’s with you and Tommy Knoxville? You two are quite the item, or so the rumors go.”[/color]

“He’s a nice guy, and I like him a lot. Good to meet someone in this business you can connect with on every level. And as much as people want to think it, his relationship with me hasn’t affected anything. And it won’t. Ever.”[/color]

The scene fades out to the two of them continuing to train and practice, getting Niobe ready for the match.

The next thing you see is Niobe standing in the middle of the ring with a sledgehammer, a few steel chairs set up and open in front of her. She taps the handle in her other hand, grinning at the camera wickedly. The thoughts running through her mind are devious.

”You know, I know that our *lovely* GM created this match just so she could be entertained by it, and also because she despises me so she stuck me in with three big names that could possibly tear me to pieces which would make her happy as all hell. Yeah that’s not going to happen. She can throw whatever she wants at me, I’m still gonna push on through it. Which brings me to my three unfortunate opponents at Meltdown.

First, Ellis Graham. Who has probably had everything handed to him on a silver platter by dear old mom and dad. Had the money to throw around to buy whatever he wanted, plus being in front of a camera must of helped. But he doesn’t have the money to pay for a damn education to remember a simple name!”

The chair in front of her feels the brunt of the sledge hammer as she brings it down in one swift move, bending the metal and nearly collapsing it in one go.

”Well let me give you a proper education to who I am, dear pathedic Ellis Graham. My name is Niobe Martin, but those here in the business know me better as the Nightmare. Why is that? Why do they call me that? Because I turn their dreams of success into a living nightmare, a bad dream which they won’t wake up from. I make their life a living hell in the ring so they won’t mess with me ever again. That my friend is who I am. I am the pretty face in the back, the sweet girl who’ll chat with you but screw with me in the wrong way and I will kick your ass so bad you’ll be tying my shoe laces with your tongue. When I beat you, I’m going to beat you so bad you’ll remember…my…damn…name! I’ll make this look good for your pretty little reality show. I’ll show your viewers what a rich snobbish prick you are!”

The chair is beat on with the sledgehammer until it becomes a mangled mess and she kicks it out of the ring angrily before moving onto the next one.

”Next is Evan McDonald, which you could say is an old rival of mine. Why’s that? Because we’ve run into each other in the ring more times than I can count. I even beat you once before, you remember that Evan? Of course you do because it’s burned into your very brain, something you can’t forget. If you think my talents lie in my chest here, then you are sadly mistaken if that’s all you can think about. Maybe that’s why you haven’t won anything in…oh I don’t know…forever! You are a joke around here, and why the ladies even find you remotely interesting is beyond me. But this is for certain, so listen up Evan. I’m going to use my real talents, the ones that got me here, my skills in the ring, to take you out and shut you up.”

Niobe takes the sledgehammer and beats the second chair until it becomes a mangled mess.

”And last but not least is the forgotten child of the group, Michael Jennings. You are unbeaten, so far, in your stay on Meltdown. Now that’s something that’s impressive to say the least. You’ve shown what you can do, and taken out everything that’s gotten in your way. Big bad man comes barreling in and shows who’s boss. Scary. That doesn’t scare me. I’ve faced men your size and laughed in their face. I have. You won’t be the last I’ll laugh at.

You call me a diva? That’s far from the truth. At least I don’t go around making ridiculous requests and act like I own the whole damn world. I’m not one of them, I’m me. I’m a strong willed women who can think for herself and look damn good while doing it, and kicking ass as well. I had fun seeing the city and tasting the food last time, but that wasn’t what lost me and Warren the match. Call it a miscommunication, or whathave you. The better people won and that’s all there is to it. Not much I can do but count my losses and move on.

I’ve got my focus this week, completely. I’m focused on you, on Ellis, on Evan. I’m focused on taking each and every one of you out and standing tall in that ring, showing the rest of the roster why you should continue to fear what I can do. Weak minded? Weak minded? That’s funny. Was I weak minded when I brutally beat Robina in the ring last month and tore her to bits? I beat her so bad she had to be helped out of the ring after I slammed her through a table. I taught her a lesson and made her respect me. That’s not being weak minded, that’s a strong mind going through with its goals. And this time I’m going to teach you a lesson.

I didn’t have everything handed to me in life, I grew up normally, went to school, started my career and I still live normally. I like my life. You however, hate yours so much, you’re willing to tear everyone else down because you feel that they had it better than you. Because they got everything and you didn’t. You had a childhood as bad as it was, be glad you had something. Some people don’t get as lucky. I’m going to give you the hugs you should of gotten as a child, except they won’t be hugs so much as punches and kicks. I’m going to mar that streak of yours and put you to sleep.

This is your warning you three, the Nightmare is coming and it’s not going to stop until you three are gone. I’m going to enjoy beating all of you bloody and senseless, and claiming victory!”
She beats the last chair into nothing and kicks it out, then lifts the sledgehammer over her head, posing with it as the scene ends.[/font]