Post by Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin on Apr 28, 2013 23:54:46 GMT -4
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The scene opens to a shot of a beach, the sand stretching as far as the eye could see. Up above the sky is blue with a few fluffy white clouds floating on by, the sun shining bright. All in all it’s your typical perfect day in Brazil. There’s people laying on the beach, men and women alike, all on beach towels or sitting under umbrellas. A few kids are running up and down the length of the beach, being chased after by worrisome parents or by the other kids themselves. Up beyond the shore, behind said patrons are a few small shops, selling food and drink to the eager patrons that make the trip down here. There’s a cacophony of noise at one end of the beach, far off where the activity wouldn’t be too much of a bother. Here a volleyball net is set up and currently a game is being played, the camera focuses in on the people playing, stopping when one of them catches its eye. It’s Niobe, who has wiggled her way into the game at hand. There’s a smile on her face as she stands in the middle of the group, awaiting the service by the opposing side.
She’s wearing a black two piece bathing suit that rather nicely accentuates her slender body. The thought had run through her head earlier as she had slipped out of her street clothes and discarded them, revealing the outfit to the other patrons of the beach, that Tommy couldn’t have been around to view such a sight. Would of delayed her arrival to the beach by quite a while, if you got that at all. The ball was tossed over the net, Niobe getting in a couple of good hits as it did before it sailed towards he direction again. With a leap that even a long jumper would be impressed with, she smacked the ball over the net and watched with a smug sense of satisfaction as it landed in the sand, the other people on that side of the net diving for it. Her team cheered and high fived each other, someone yelling from the back in a Brazilian laced English accent that they should go and get something to eat.
Sounded good to her. Her stomach was rumbling anyway. She quick grabbed a little money from her bag and jogged up the hill beyond the beach, scanning the little shops there to see which of them looked any good to eat. The camera continued to watch her carefully as she turned her head over her shoulder and grinned at the camera.
”What a game huh?”[/color]
She grinned at the camera and stepped up to one of the booths offering inexpensive, but tasty looking sandwiches that reminded her of home for some reason and a bag of chips. Handing over her money to the person behind the counter with a smile, she got her food and stopped before turning away. The small TV was playing a replay of the Meltdown show from last week. It just so happened to be her match, the closing moments of it to be specific. She had delivered the low blow, then the DDT before climbing to the top and hitting the Hallucination on Jake Titan that had won her the match. With a smirk, she walked away, hearing the announcer call her name as the winner.
Jake Titan may have kicked her in the head after that, but her and Tommy got the last laugh by sending him and Leon Roberts running like a couple of scared chickens…right into the arms of Jason Kash and Reaver. That had been the best ending to a night ever, besides walking out of the arena hand in hand with Tommy that is.
The two of them were definitely making an impact on Meltdown already. A few people had already felt the touch of NightmareVille, and there was plenty more coming. Niobe sat on her beach towel with a sigh, setting her food and drink down in front of her. With a smirk she grabbed at her drink, a coke and opened it with a pop, glancing into the camera then.[/color]
”Last week was exciting to say the least. I got my win against Jake Titan, and Tommy got to hit the Sativa Spike on Jake’s little partner in crime Leon Roberts. We sent those two running from the ring like the scared little chicken shits they are. You know what the best thing was about that whole night? We sent them running up that ramp, all the way up, right into the waiting chairshots from Jason Kash and Reaver!”[/color]
Niobe cracks up laughing, slapping her knee a couple of times as she reaches for her open soda and takes a large swig of it before setting it down, taking a bite of the sandwich at her side before setting it down, wiping her mouth and continuing to talk, a smile still on her face.[/color]
”Those two got what was coming to them. You know what the sad thing is, we’re going to have to see those two punks again for the lumberjack tag team match. We’ll see a lot of familiar faces around that ring, honestly. It’s like the description said, we aren’t fans of each other at all so I wouldn’t be surprised if a fight broke out on the outside of the ring between people. If Leon and Jake want to start something with us, then that’s fine. We’ll kick their ass again, maybe pass them along to Jason Kash and Reaver who will be out there too. I’m sure that they would love another shot at those two again, sans the chairs this time boys. Who do I want to see win this lumberjack tag team match? Since I don’t really much care for either Evan McDonald or Ellis Graham, I’m putting my money on The Dying Breed. I hope they take it to The Trust. I’ve had a match with both Evan and Ellis, and their tough, but I could care less what happens to them.
Ok off of that whole mess of a match, and onto my match for the evening. They’ve got me facing this big brute of a guy named Sampson Cyprus. Big as a tree, but dumb as a stump apparently. I mean I don’t really know how smart he is, but if he can manage to work a phone and look me up, then that must mean there’s something up in that head of his. He honestly thought at first he was fighting some young nubile girl from Brazil? Now that’s funny. I bet his face went pale when he realized it was me. A real deal, a lot tougher than most out there.
I am a fighter, but in your last match against Jace you couldn’t even get the job done and pull out a win. After all the back and forth between you two, you got so frustrated you resorted to taking a chair to his head and got yourself disqualified? Wow, that says a lot about you. You can fight in the ring, but when it comes to pulling off a win, you fall just painfully short.
For your information, I haven’t been on about guys getting the wrong idea about me in a long while. I said it first day and left it at that. Because that’s always the first thought when they see me. I’m some small little girl from a big city, and they think I can’t do squat in the ring. That all changes when I leave them flat on their backs. I don’t need my pretty face or my looks to get the job done, my skills as a wrestler are enough to prove everything. Just ask Jake Titan. He’ll tell you.
I don’t need to shop for boys at the office, I already have my own boy in Tommy Knoxville. So thanks for the advice but I’m going to turn you down. Perhaps you could put down the beer and the cigarette and clean yourself up, maybe women would actually show up at that hobble you call a home. Hurts doesn’t it?
Yeah I punched Gooch in the crotch, so what? I took out the trash, got rid of the weak link in that team. Tommy carried that man’s ass on his back throughout their whole tag team run, and finally Tommy just got tired of it. So we got rid of him. No more Goochville. Now there’s NightmareVille. We are the new standard. I’m not promising anything about punching you in the junk, but if you try anything funny on the way down, I will kick you in the jaw so hard you’ll be drinking your meals through a straw for a damn month!
Well, all that aside. To say in closing, I’m ready for you big man. I’m ready for whatever you decide to bring to the ring. If you can take as much as you can give, then so can I but I can do it better and without the aid of a chair. This match is only going to go one way, my way. I promise a win, and that’s all there is to it. I promise to welcome you to a world of pain.”[/color]
Niobe smirks, tossing her hat over the camera’s lense as the scene fades to black.[/color]
