Post by Niobe Martin on Nov 6, 2022 2:46:00 GMT -5
With the holidays come and gone, Niobe is preparing herself for another match within the confines of the Action Wrestling world. Last match didn’t go as planned, but it isn’t going to slow her down one bit. She is well versed in coming back from such things, and this time isn’t going to be any different.
Her steps have taken her down the busy and active sidewalks of the French Quarter, where people are sharing the same space as her, enjoying the nightlife and whatnot. Taking a small turn, she wandered into one of the many bars on the front and took a seat at the bar, ordering a beer from the bartender as she quickly whipped out her phone, glancing at the text messages there before looking up again. The beer was placed in front of her, and she smiled, lifting it to take a sip before setting it back down again. Not too many people were in here, and those that were, were either drinking by themselves or watching the game on the flat screen that was above the bar.
She pulled out her phone again, and pressed the text message button, going back to the message sent to her by the boss about her match for the week. Something having to do with this Turmoil thing, to which she had only gained the information that it was some kind of tournament. What the end point was, she had no clue, but the excitement was pressing her forward and that was good enough.
You’re in the Turmoil, and you have a triple threat against Thon Maker and Bruce Cheeks. Good luck.”
Niobe wrinkled her nose, glancing at the names on the list before she closed out the whole thing and set her phone down. Taking another sip, she watched the game with some interest, letting her mind drift from thought to thought. It had been quite a while since she had stepped foot in a major promotion such as this, and even longer than that since she had ran into Jason Cashe. He was a long time friend from the past that she had stayed in contact with ever since APW went belly up. He had mentioned something to her about this place, but she had passed it off, going about the indy’s again to satisfy her urges.
When that went quiet, she finally decided to heed the call and went to the head boss for AW, basically laying it on the line for him and as they say, the rest is history. She impressed the boss, and ended up on the show. Even though it didn’t go well the first couple of times out, it was all good, and she was still gonna keep going.
People weren’t gonna give a damn, so she was gonna make them give a damn about her by whatever means necessary.
”So, here we are again. This time, in the city of New Orleans for the latest show. Last time, things didn’t go so well all because of one stupid hit, but it is what it is and you learn from the mistakes. I could bitch about it some more, but what good is it gonna do? I got bigger things to worry about right now. A couple of bigger things more or less.
Niobe takes a sip of her beer, then looks up at the tv, before continuing to talk.
”There’s this Turmoil tournament going on right now. Whatever it is, it sounds fun. I guess. I just look at it as another chance to go crazy and smack some people around. Perfect place to do it in too. This city.”
People filed into the place slowly, a couple seating themselves at the bar. Of course she completely ignores them, still continuing to talk.
”I’m not gonna lie, when I saw Thon Maker’s name, I read it as ‘Thong’. I had to laugh, look again, and realize I read it wrong. I suppose a lot of us did. Big guy, talented in sports, had some wins here surprisingly. Watching some of the matches was quite entertaining. But then one punch by Tony Savage lays him out and no one sees the guy, until tonight. We hope. Right? I hope you got your ducks in a row pal, and you show up to the ring in one piece. If not, I’ll find you, knock you out, and drag your body to Roman’s door. I’m sure he’d appreciate the present.”
Niobe chuckles a bit, taking a large swig of her beer, then another as the bartender brought another for her once that one was done.
”Then there’s…Bruce Cheeks. What the hell is that all about? Like, ugg. It sounds like a bad porn name to me. I heard what he said, and I think I need a bath in hot holy water after that. Cringe level of infinity right there. I am gonna be drunk after this one, cause this part is gonna need a whole lot of alcohol to get through. I don’t even know where to begin with you, honestly. Then again, who honestly fucking cares? No one. I’m just going to enjoy kicking your teeth down your throat and tossing you out the door. Just…ugg. I’m gonna wear a hazmat to the ring.
In closing, it’s simple guys. I pride myself on going to 100 out there in the ring, and that’s what’s gonna happen. I need this W over you guys, this is the Turmoil after all.
Living Nightmare, out.”
