Post by Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin on Sept 18, 2013 20:41:04 GMT -4
”I guess I’m glad that things are back to normal between me and Tommy. There was a period where we hardly talked at all. I left town and basically left him to his own devices. There was that period where the status of our relationship was questioned, but we sat down and had a long…long talk about things…and here we are. We are still strong as ever and waiting to take on the world, one punk ass at a time. I wonder what CJ Gates is doing right now…”
A slender hand reaches over to the arm of the couch, carefully picking up the TV remote that is quietly sitting there and points it at the plasma screen TV that it belongs to. The power button is pushed and the screen flickers to life, settling on the last channel that it was left on. In the background you can hear the faint sounds of Linkin Park’s ‘Lost In The Echo’ start to play, though not loud enough to overrun the current situation at hand. Now back to what was on the TV last, which seemed like an episode of Sleepy Hollow. It was suddenly switched to the most recent taping of the last APW event that Niobe was a part of. It wasn’t one of those happy moments for her, and Niobe’s lip curled up at it. Another loss had been handed down to those in The Black Hand, and Niobe frankly felt like she was spiraling out of control. She had marched backstage after that and completely ignored everyone as she rushed for her lockerroom, plopping herself on that bench and resting her head in her hands. Even Tommy coming by to see her did nothing to calm her already sour mood. She didn’t want to snap at him, she just wanted to punch something and see it bleed. She was just in one of those moods at the time.
She had touted all of this stuff about bringing the pain to her opponents and all of this stuff, mainly to incite fear into the hearts of those that she was facing. In the back of her head she was hoping that it would work. As the TV footage would show, that wasn’t the case. She had failed spectacularly to bring home a win for the cause. The scene cut away into the rest of the show, and that’s when Niobe turned it back to something else, maybe Mysteries at the Museum. The host droned on and on about the topic at hand, but all Niobe could think about was her next victim/opponent/that guy….CJ Gates.
It was a shame for him, because he had no idea what was coming.
”I went in last week with all the confidence in the world, like I usually do, against my opponents, to promise to bring back a win for me and for The Black Hand. And by some stupid stroke of luck, they picked up a win. Like really? Is the universe just turning on its side and refusing to even give us a little bit of a shot to do something good here? All we want is to be recognized for the force that we are. All I want is to be recognized as a threat, not some shadow to Tommy Knox. People seem to forget that fact, that I don’t need Tommy glued to my backside to do anything productive. Good god.”
Niobe starts to laugh, raising a beer bottle to her lips as she continues to watch the TV and converse with whomever is listening. There’s some kind of racket in the back of the hotel room but you can’t quite tell what it is.
”I could run around right now, go down to that arena or whatever and call out whomever would come to fight me, and I’m sure that someone would answer this pretty siren’s call because who could resist beating up on me? Or try to? Or I could sit here, drink, and start talking about my opponent for this upcoming week. Who might that be, you ask? Well let’s see here. If my memory serves me right, and it usually does, it would be the one and only CJ Gates. Yeah that sounds about right. How are things going with you? Seems like your…running around trying to impress that girl that you mentioned somewhere in your little promo. But taking a good look at you, you would need a lot of work before you impressed anyone. Just sayin.
Besides that, let’s get back to the situation.
There are still those out there that see me as nothing more than just some slight little blond haired woman who runs with The Black Hand, who’s a part of Iron Nightmare, and who’s dating the current Overdrive champion. In fact that’s all they want to focus on, is the simple fact that I’m dating him. They say that I can’t do anything without him by my side. Well they’re wrong! I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, to whomever I please and all without any of The Black Hand with me or Tommy. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself out there.
Just like you can handle yourself just fine.
And why would I think your…worthless? You’ve accomplished a lot in your career, stuff that you should be proud of. To that I tip my hat at you, if I had a hat, and say well done dear CJ, well done. Though I can’t change the way the match ended up last week, I can change how things go this week for sure. Or at least I’m going to try.
People that pass judgment are silly, and everytime I hear those that want to pass judgment on me just because I’m with Tommy, they make me laugh. Then they make me want to punch their lights out, but that’s besides the fact. You, I’m not sure what to do with yet. I could sit here and talk a bunch of smack about how you lost your title to Kurt Noble of all people. You the mighty shining knight, lost your gold to…Kurt Noble? What kind of madness is this when the knight loses his precious to…that guy? You’re either losing it as a fighter, or your just loosing focus. I can’t tell which at this point.
What have I done? I’ve faced my demons, and conquered them…all in the form of that purple haired bitch on two legs Robina Hood. I got that off of my back, and I’ve managed to pick up a few wins here and there along the way. Plus I aligned myself with a pretty strong group of people, and I’m dating the hottest champion out there. I may not be as big as someone like you….or Kurt Noble or any of the other stars on this roster, but I still matter.
I still fucking matter, because I am who I am, and that’s all I can be. I don’t care what people think about me, all I want is to make my career the best that it can be. Yes I’ve had shots, and opportunities at titles and lost them. Why? Because I lost sight of the goal and I made mistakes that I shouldn’t have. My teachers from the wrestling school I came from would be ashamed at those. But I’m trying to make amends now. If I make enough noise and cause enough trouble, one of those damned suits up their in their shiny little offices will notice and give the Nightmare what she wants.
A shot at gold. Again.
There’s a pause, as Niobe bites her lip, thinking with a smile on her face. The rustling in the back of the hotel can be heard again, and a soft humming, lower in register is heard. Niobe smiles slightly.
”I’m not going to come out here and talk shit about you, about how Level One and Terry made your life a living hell for months on end, about how you lost the title to Kurt Noble and all this other stuff I could dig up about your past. Why bother? Everyone knows who you are, everyone knows who I am. They know all about that stuff so why dig it up again? It’ll get boring real quick. Whether they choose to listen to me or not is up to them. This is about you and me climbing into that ring and letting the fighting do the talking, like you said.
I like that idea though, I really do CJ. Instead of spouting off all this bullshit about you being an utter failure at keeping your title and me not being able to stand on my own two feet without The Black Hand or Tommy at my side, let’s get into that ring and start a fight, give the fans something to really cheer about and prove each other wrong.
You can prove to me that you are more than your failures, and I can prove to you that I don’t need The Black Hand or Tommy out there to help me. I don’t need back up to kick your teeth down your throat. I want to do this big or go home.
So why don’t we?
I’ll do it big, prove you wrong.
Then send you home.
Niobe salutes the camera with the beer bottle in her hand as a tall male figure comes up behind her chair, the light from the TV flickering enough to reveal the figure as Tommy as he gently rested a hand on her shoulder, leaning down as Niobe turned her head…as the scene fades away.
