Post by Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin on Sept 11, 2013 20:34:30 GMT -4
Up above, the skies were dreary and gray, just beginning to open up and start to rain. Not something heavy, just a light drizzle but with all the promise of a heavier rain. Niobe stood with an umbrella in one hand as she stood off to the side of a large group of people gathered heavily around a silver casket decorated with bright colored flowers sitting on top of a silver stand. People around here were sniffing and crying as the preacher went on about something having to do with God and the Angels bringing another soul to heaven to be welcomed into the arms
of the Father. She didn't really understand all of that church stuff, having not stepped foot inside of a church since she was old enough to protest going with her parents.
This funeral wasn't for one of them. It was for her grandfather who had passed away recently. Natural causes they said. Man was as old as time, Niobe lightly joked, knowing he would have
appreciated it in some way if he were around. What a time for her to experience such a loss in the middle of her budding career. She was a professional wrestler now, something that she had strived to be since her days in college. She was working with a pretty good brand, with a list of talented stars as far as the eye could see. Her grandfather was a fan of the business and told her once that he knew a few big name stars and that one day he would introduce her around so she could talk to people who had been doing this kind of thing for years on end just so she could see what she was getting herself into.
He was supportive, but like her parents, he didn't want her to do it for the money or fame. As he coined it, he wanted her to do it 'for the experience and the chance to do good and entertain'. He had come to a few of her house shows, with her parents or with other relatives. It was comforting to see that familiar face in the crowd and know you had that backing out there. Some guys, or gals didn't have that and she felt rather bad for them. Lord knows she would hear the stories in the back of broken homes, alcoholism, and everything else. Thank god she didn't come from somewhere like that otherwise she'd of never made it far in this business.
Her head tilted slightly at the casket as the preacher continued to go on about everything religious and such, you know that typical thing they do at funerals. It was kind of sad at this point to remember she had a show later in the week. She had to fly out tomorrow and leave this place behind, leave the sadness behind. She was sure people might have caught her checking her own watch, not because she was bored, only because she was curious.
Finally what seemed like forever, the preacher stopped talking and blessed the crowd, dismissing them. Niobe breathed a sigh of relief as people either stayed around or started to disperse back to their cars. One of her relatives was having a get together at their house, which is where everyone was supposed to meet after this. Wouldn't be a bad idea to go and see everyone before leaving later in the week. Before leaving however, she walked up to the silver casket decorated in its flowers and put a hand on the cover, smiling a little bit.
"Bye, grandpa. Thanks for the support. I promise I'll take your advice to heart, and do good in my career. If I see those wrestlers again, I'll say hello.
Thanks for everything."
With one last pat to the casket, Niobe turned around in the pouring rain now and quickly hurried to her little red beetle sitting by the curb, eyeing the few remaining people still there before closing her umbrella and quickly climbing in, slamming the door shut. She let out a sigh and started the motor, listening to it putter to life before slowly turning the wheel and pulling out of there. The further she got from here, the better. It was filled with too much sadness for her tastes.
Her only company now would be the radio, and her thoughts as she drove to her next destination.
Niobe blinked her eyes, and shook her head as she shifted again on her feet, hands shoved into the pockets of her jeans as she stood in front of the gravestone that bore her grandpa's name. She had no idea how long she had been standing here, just staring at the stone and reminiscing about things in the past. But at least it wasn't dark outside, the sun was still out and she could hear the hum of traffic all around her. She was back home, when she really should have been....over there in some little hotel room, watching repeats of sitcoms, and getting ready to face the duo of Biggs & CJ Gates.
All Tommy had said to her was 'We're gonna get the job done baby, don't worry. We got this. We do what we have to, for us and for the good of The Black Hand.'
There was plenty of things she could do, and she couldn't wait to try them all.
Letting out a sigh, she stretched out a hand and rubbed the top of the tombstone as if rubbing a Buddha statue for luck. She smiled, silently asking her grandpa to watch out for her in the ring before turning around and slowly walking away, the sunshine beating down on the top of her head. Her phone rang and she quickly pulled it out of her pocket, putting it to her ear.
"Hey, what's up."
A moment of silence as she listened to the voice on the other end, opening the door to her car and sliding in. The camera catches a smirk on her lips as she laughs confidently, twirling a piece of loose hair around her finger as she bit her lip, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone talk to her.
"I'll be in town tomorrow, don't worry. You know I had that funeral to come to, I couldn't miss that. And I wouldn't miss a chance to exert some influence over those two punks. Any chance I get to partner with you is always fun, if you catch my drift. But I have to let you go, I'm about to head out of this place and head back home to grab my stuff before flying out. See you soon."
She hangs up, and laughs as she tosses the phone into the passenger seat, starting the car and peeling out of the graveyard. The screen goes to that black and white tv fuzz suddenly before being turned off.
Suddenly you can hear loud rushing metal music as the scene fades in, almost as if in a smooth transition from what you saw on the TV to Niobe standing in front of a punching bag, wailing away on it with her taped up fists. She stops for a second, grabbing the swaying brown punching bag and glances into the camera, panting a little as she grins, like a predator who'd just caught sight of the prey she so desperately needs to catch.
"So...things are finally back to normal...well as normal as they can be in camp of The Black Hand. Tommy came through in fine fashion last time as only he can do and won himself that Overdrive belt that laid claim to. Should of been around his waist to begin with, but that's all in the past and now we can look forward to the future as we continue to dominate and assert ourselves as a true force to be reckoned with, not some band of miscreants that can't do anything for themselves.
We are perfectly capable of doing things individually and as a group, and once people get this through their thick skulls, things will be right with the world. But there are those who just don't get it.
Like Biggs and Gates here.
Gates got his head rung recently, or so I hear around the locker room. Maybe that knocked whatever common sense he had out of his head, if he had any in there to begin with. He's got a mouth on him, a big one and he knows when to run it when he needs to. My only question to him would be, are you sure you should be running into the ring against two strong competitors in myself and Tommy?
Aren't you afraid of the same thing happening all over again? Another hit to the skull, another kick and it's all over. You'll be shelved faster than a bad record at a store. Not saying something might happen, it might, but I would be careful out there.
He's a talent but not too bright figuring it out in the end.
I may be quiet and silent but when it comes to my man, The Black Hand, or anything having to do with my career or shit like that then I got a problem. You hear my name whispered around the back sure, but nothing big about me. The suits will put me somewhere spectacular soon, you'll see. They have to. My talent deserves to be on a big stage, and I want to showcase all I've got. I want the big prize, a shot at gold. I mean don't we all?
Tommy got what he wanted, but it seems even you still want that shot at the belt. A bit jealous are we? That someone with more...talent can win and do it bigger? Hurts doesn't it.
I'm not as worthless as you may think. I'm not a pushover nor am I someone to be taken lightly. I mean look what I did over on Overdrive, I had my fun and caused all kinds of trouble with the talent over there. Just find Robina and ask her, she'll tell you *all* about it. Or find someone else I don't care.
I plan on showing you and that partner of yours what exactly I'm made of. The lights are shining on us and they are going out for you. We'll be doing it big and pushing the name of The Black Hand to the forefront while you'll be left at the curb begging for a ride back.
Later punks, don't be late."
Niobe smirks at the camera, and steps back to position herself. She lashes out at the punching back with a powerful superkick, causing the brown bag to swing violently towards the camera, knocking it out of the cameraman's hands and to the ground, breaking it as the scene fades to black.
of the Father. She didn't really understand all of that church stuff, having not stepped foot inside of a church since she was old enough to protest going with her parents.
This funeral wasn't for one of them. It was for her grandfather who had passed away recently. Natural causes they said. Man was as old as time, Niobe lightly joked, knowing he would have
appreciated it in some way if he were around. What a time for her to experience such a loss in the middle of her budding career. She was a professional wrestler now, something that she had strived to be since her days in college. She was working with a pretty good brand, with a list of talented stars as far as the eye could see. Her grandfather was a fan of the business and told her once that he knew a few big name stars and that one day he would introduce her around so she could talk to people who had been doing this kind of thing for years on end just so she could see what she was getting herself into.
He was supportive, but like her parents, he didn't want her to do it for the money or fame. As he coined it, he wanted her to do it 'for the experience and the chance to do good and entertain'. He had come to a few of her house shows, with her parents or with other relatives. It was comforting to see that familiar face in the crowd and know you had that backing out there. Some guys, or gals didn't have that and she felt rather bad for them. Lord knows she would hear the stories in the back of broken homes, alcoholism, and everything else. Thank god she didn't come from somewhere like that otherwise she'd of never made it far in this business.
Her head tilted slightly at the casket as the preacher continued to go on about everything religious and such, you know that typical thing they do at funerals. It was kind of sad at this point to remember she had a show later in the week. She had to fly out tomorrow and leave this place behind, leave the sadness behind. She was sure people might have caught her checking her own watch, not because she was bored, only because she was curious.
Finally what seemed like forever, the preacher stopped talking and blessed the crowd, dismissing them. Niobe breathed a sigh of relief as people either stayed around or started to disperse back to their cars. One of her relatives was having a get together at their house, which is where everyone was supposed to meet after this. Wouldn't be a bad idea to go and see everyone before leaving later in the week. Before leaving however, she walked up to the silver casket decorated in its flowers and put a hand on the cover, smiling a little bit.
"Bye, grandpa. Thanks for the support. I promise I'll take your advice to heart, and do good in my career. If I see those wrestlers again, I'll say hello.
Thanks for everything."
With one last pat to the casket, Niobe turned around in the pouring rain now and quickly hurried to her little red beetle sitting by the curb, eyeing the few remaining people still there before closing her umbrella and quickly climbing in, slamming the door shut. She let out a sigh and started the motor, listening to it putter to life before slowly turning the wheel and pulling out of there. The further she got from here, the better. It was filled with too much sadness for her tastes.
Her only company now would be the radio, and her thoughts as she drove to her next destination.
Niobe blinked her eyes, and shook her head as she shifted again on her feet, hands shoved into the pockets of her jeans as she stood in front of the gravestone that bore her grandpa's name. She had no idea how long she had been standing here, just staring at the stone and reminiscing about things in the past. But at least it wasn't dark outside, the sun was still out and she could hear the hum of traffic all around her. She was back home, when she really should have been....over there in some little hotel room, watching repeats of sitcoms, and getting ready to face the duo of Biggs & CJ Gates.
All Tommy had said to her was 'We're gonna get the job done baby, don't worry. We got this. We do what we have to, for us and for the good of The Black Hand.'
There was plenty of things she could do, and she couldn't wait to try them all.
Letting out a sigh, she stretched out a hand and rubbed the top of the tombstone as if rubbing a Buddha statue for luck. She smiled, silently asking her grandpa to watch out for her in the ring before turning around and slowly walking away, the sunshine beating down on the top of her head. Her phone rang and she quickly pulled it out of her pocket, putting it to her ear.
"Hey, what's up."
A moment of silence as she listened to the voice on the other end, opening the door to her car and sliding in. The camera catches a smirk on her lips as she laughs confidently, twirling a piece of loose hair around her finger as she bit her lip, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone talk to her.
"I'll be in town tomorrow, don't worry. You know I had that funeral to come to, I couldn't miss that. And I wouldn't miss a chance to exert some influence over those two punks. Any chance I get to partner with you is always fun, if you catch my drift. But I have to let you go, I'm about to head out of this place and head back home to grab my stuff before flying out. See you soon."
She hangs up, and laughs as she tosses the phone into the passenger seat, starting the car and peeling out of the graveyard. The screen goes to that black and white tv fuzz suddenly before being turned off.
Suddenly you can hear loud rushing metal music as the scene fades in, almost as if in a smooth transition from what you saw on the TV to Niobe standing in front of a punching bag, wailing away on it with her taped up fists. She stops for a second, grabbing the swaying brown punching bag and glances into the camera, panting a little as she grins, like a predator who'd just caught sight of the prey she so desperately needs to catch.
"So...things are finally back to normal...well as normal as they can be in camp of The Black Hand. Tommy came through in fine fashion last time as only he can do and won himself that Overdrive belt that laid claim to. Should of been around his waist to begin with, but that's all in the past and now we can look forward to the future as we continue to dominate and assert ourselves as a true force to be reckoned with, not some band of miscreants that can't do anything for themselves.
We are perfectly capable of doing things individually and as a group, and once people get this through their thick skulls, things will be right with the world. But there are those who just don't get it.
Like Biggs and Gates here.
Gates got his head rung recently, or so I hear around the locker room. Maybe that knocked whatever common sense he had out of his head, if he had any in there to begin with. He's got a mouth on him, a big one and he knows when to run it when he needs to. My only question to him would be, are you sure you should be running into the ring against two strong competitors in myself and Tommy?
Aren't you afraid of the same thing happening all over again? Another hit to the skull, another kick and it's all over. You'll be shelved faster than a bad record at a store. Not saying something might happen, it might, but I would be careful out there.
He's a talent but not too bright figuring it out in the end.
I may be quiet and silent but when it comes to my man, The Black Hand, or anything having to do with my career or shit like that then I got a problem. You hear my name whispered around the back sure, but nothing big about me. The suits will put me somewhere spectacular soon, you'll see. They have to. My talent deserves to be on a big stage, and I want to showcase all I've got. I want the big prize, a shot at gold. I mean don't we all?
Tommy got what he wanted, but it seems even you still want that shot at the belt. A bit jealous are we? That someone with more...talent can win and do it bigger? Hurts doesn't it.
I'm not as worthless as you may think. I'm not a pushover nor am I someone to be taken lightly. I mean look what I did over on Overdrive, I had my fun and caused all kinds of trouble with the talent over there. Just find Robina and ask her, she'll tell you *all* about it. Or find someone else I don't care.
I plan on showing you and that partner of yours what exactly I'm made of. The lights are shining on us and they are going out for you. We'll be doing it big and pushing the name of The Black Hand to the forefront while you'll be left at the curb begging for a ride back.
Later punks, don't be late."
Niobe smirks at the camera, and steps back to position herself. She lashes out at the punching back with a powerful superkick, causing the brown bag to swing violently towards the camera, knocking it out of the cameraman's hands and to the ground, breaking it as the scene fades to black.
