Washing Away

[Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin]

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”Here we go
Holding onto lies, holding onto ties that vanished
Cut the rope
And fall into the sky
The devil filled our minds with sadness
The world’s a gun and I’ve been aiming all my life
Got something to live for, I know that I won’t surrender
A warrior of youth
I’m taking over, a shot to the new world order
I am bulletproof…”
# “I Am Bulletproof” – Black Veil Brides

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Niobe let out a sigh and leaned up against the side of her car, brushing a loose piece of hair out of her eyes as she glanced up at the darkened blue sky, watching the stars twinkle and shine brightly for a few moments before looking back down again. She could hear the sounds of the rushing waves of the water here at the beach and the random chirping of crickets that otherwise made up the majority of sound this night. There was the random chirping of birds that hadn’t figured out it was time for them to go to sleep somewhere off in the distance. Niobe chuckled, smiling a little. She could remember a point in her childhood where those same birds would chirp outside her window and wake her up out of a dead sleep. Oh how she wanted to ring their little necks back then. She still wanted to do it now, even at her age.

The smell of food tickled her nose, and her phone chimed in at her in the tune of PSY’s ‘Gentleman’. Probably just another text message, she thought, swiveling on her heels and opening the front door, glancing to the passenger seat where a bag of food from Burger King sat, the drink sitting in the cupholder. With a grin she bent over, and if any passerbys happened upon the scene they would have got a nice view of her butt, and grabbing the bag, drink, and a towel, slamming the door shut and walking in the direction of the beach, her hips swaying slightly. The night was young and the weather pleasant, perfect for sitting down in the sand and enjoying a meal. Not that kind of meal, get your head out of the gutter people, really.

Sitting smack dab in the middle of the beach, her towel under her butt, she kicked off her sandals and relaxed for a second before reaching inside of the bag and pulling out what she had gotten, one of the two sandwiches and the fries. Her phone chimed again and Niobe groaned, shoving a hand in her pocket and pulled out her phone, pushing a button as she glanced at the screen. She smiled, only seeing a couple of text from old friends here in town, thanking her for joining them earlier in the week for dinner and drinks at a bar. Typical stuff. She quickly glanced over the other messages in there, a few from Vicky and a few from Tommy.

Niobe grinned a little, taking a bite out of the sandwich, humming to herself as she got to thinking a little bit. She had flown out to Long Beach earlier in the week just to be closer to Tommy for the time being. It had been his suggestion to her, with the promises of showing her the town and introducing her to everyone at the clubhouse while she was here. She was a bit curious about those friends of his at the clubhouse, though. He never mentioned much about it and she wasn’t about to go sticking her nose into something that was probably not her business to begin with.

She just wanted to enjoy her time with Tommy while she was here, before having to get in the ring and deal with those two jokers from NBK.

What happened between the four of them in the past wouldn’t compare to what they were gonna get coming to them in the future. It was going to be a lot more brutal than ever. Niobe was looking forward to getting her hands and her feet all over them and leaving them a bloody mess.

Her logic was going to work, she knew it.

She was probably sure that those two had their own ideas about what they planned to do to the two of them anyway. It probably wasn’t going to be anything pretty or nice at all. The four of them had been at each others throats for the past month or so with no signs of stopping. There were wins on both sides but the singular thought that was share was they were ready to put an end to this once and for all. Niobe was ready for it. She was tired of Leon and Jake and all of their damn games and junk and all this crap that they’d been up to.

She was looking for some measure of retribution for what they had been doing. Win or lose in this match, Niobe was going to bring the pain with Tommy by her side.

NBK had no idea what was coming for them.

Niobe let out another sigh, and took a bite of her sandwich, pulling her phone out of her pocket again when it started to chime at her, twice in one row. Now she was just getting annoyed. Who in the hell was trying to get ahold of her so bad? Her face softened when she saw who it was from.

‘Where you at babe? Hope to see you at home soon.”

“Got plans for us tomorrow so I hope you’re up for it.”

The two had taken Long Beach by storm, so to speak, and the man had shown her a side of the city she hadn’t seen before. And she hadn’t. This was her first time in Florida in her life, and she was enjoying every minute of it. Tommy certainly knew how to show a girl a good time, she thought, a wicked grin appearing on her face as she thought of the last few nights they had spent together. Man that was some wild stuff, she thought, a blush turning up on her face.[/color]

”Again, here we are with another PPV for the APW in another beautiful location. But this isn’t a match that we’re in against some curtain jerk team, oh no. The powers that be have sought to put us, Iron Nightmare, in a match against….drumroll please…NBK. Yes those two clowns are our opponents.

I don’t know why we’re wasting our time with those two clowns anyway. Someone explain to me why we’re wasting our time with these two again? No one? Oh well. I’m getting real bored with seeing you guys week after week, beating you up at every opportunity I can get and just putting notches under my belt due to your stupidity because you can’t get the damn job done in the ring. You’ve got one win over not me, but Tommy but that was because of some fluke in that handicap match. That was it. The rest were genius moves by either myself or my boyfriend Tommy.

I want to move on and see better things, new things. You two can go back to being the curtain jerk, joke of a tag team that you’ve always been. Go be Foul Play’s punching bags some more, since they like beating on you so much. They see you as just a stepping stone, a way to get further up. That’s sad that all you two are looked at is just a joke, a big fat joke. You can stay stale boys, me and Tommy will move on to bigger and better things while you fall into obscurity.

I’ve beaten you Jake before, and I know I can do it again. But if that pretty fairy boy of yours decides to interfere like he did last time and screw up the match, I am going to rip him apart and then work on you. He’ll regret the day he got in there with me. You did when I won over you. And that burns you something fierce doesn’t it Jake? You got beat by a damn woman! I bet everyone is laughing their asses off at you right now to this day! You’ll probably say that it was just a one time deal and that it won’t happen again, blah blah blah. Broken record bullshit. But it will happen again, both you and your partner will feel the sting of the Nightmare and the pain of another loss.

There’s no escaping your fate boys. Win or lose tonight, we get to rid our hands of your dirty sorry asses. We’re better off without you.
Believe that.”

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