Post by Niobe Martin on Dec 11, 2022 14:48:12 GMT -5
The scene opens to Niobe standing by the edge of a frozen over lake, somewhere in Utah proper. She was just staring out at the tree lined horizon, in the dead of winter, with a handful of dead flowers in her clenched fist. Her breath came out in short puffs, as a smile spread on her face. Everything had come to pass last time, just like she said. The big jungle cat had been put to sleep by her hand, which suited her just fine. Perhaps that was why she was here, to pay the last pitiful respects to a once great competitor. Or maybe she was here, at this place, just to throw this bunch of dead flowers into the frozen lake. She glanced down at the mess of dead flowers in her hand, then to the frozen lake at her feet. A short distance away, there was a small patch of not yet frozen water, to which she threw the flowers into, watching them float for a few minutes before turning around. Hands were shoved into her jacket pockets, and she walked off back to her rental car, her business done here for now.
Next was the issue of James Payne and Nate Krelle to deal with in that little triple threat match coming up.
This was going to be fun.
Twitter account: Niobe Martin
Date: 12/10/22
Brought an old friend along, and ‘borrowed’ a golf cart from backstage. Having too much fun. Say hi if you see us! #shenanigans #besties
The next we see Niobe, she’s laying on the edge of the ring mat, hands behind her head. Not close enough to fall, but far enough away to be somewhat comfortable. Any of the backstage crew that passed her by, doesn’t pay her much attention. One of them brought her a bottle of water, to which she twirled around in her hand idly as she lay there in silence.
With a quick shift of her free hand, she pulled one of those selfie sticks out of her pocket and set her phone into it, quickly pulling up her camera app and hitting ‘record’. Time to get the word out to the masses that were waiting.
Thank goodness for selfie sticks.
”Poor Rey Jaguar. Such a strong competitor who was put to bed by yours truly. I told you, didn’t I? I don’t spout stupid things just to make people laugh, I say them because it’s all truth. I made an example out of him, now I’m going to move on to bigger and better things.
Like making an example out ot James Payne and this Nate Krelle dude.”
She places the water bottle on her forehead with a snort, her face looking thoughtful for a moment before she started speaking again.
”The places I’ve been signed to, I’ve been proud to work for. I walked in those doors, showed the big wigs what I was made of and as they say, the rest is history. Not once, have I ever gone in first day and demanded things from people. No title shots, or nothing. I worked my way to them, bit by bit. Whether it be a win, or a loss, I did my time, and waited until the moment was right to be given a chance at a championship. You earn your way to things, not bitch because someone didn’t give you something on a silver platter.
Give me a break.
Niobe rolls her eyes with a sigh and suddenly sits up, the camera wobbling a bit as she shifted around, using one hand to open the bottle of water and take a drink of it before replacing the cap. The bottle was tapped on the ring mat as you see her stare just off to the side of the camera’s view, watching…something. She continues to talk after a moment of silence, still staring off camera at something the camera can’t see.
”Now we come to this moment in time where, if I were sitting down with someone from backstage, they would ask about my upcoming match and my opponents. I have plenty of thoughts about it, and I’ll share them with you right now.
What’s with James Payne anyway? No one’s seen him for dust since his last loss at Clash. He just comes here to get the snot beaten out of him, I guess. Why mention the talent he’s come here with, when he’ll be lucky to make it out of the ring on his own two feet. He’ll suffer yet another loss, and crawl back to the hole he came from for a while again. It's fine with me."
Niobe smirks, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"The Anti-trend is here. In the form of Nate Krell. Another new guy coming in here, with an attitude and no idea what he's dealing with. He sees what I've done, and scoffs, thinking I'm some entitled brat screaming for a title. I was given the title shot against Addy because the higher ups saw the potential in me. I asked for naught. You are already asking for the world and that's gonna stop.
Your mouth is already going to get you in trouble, and I cannot wait to make you gag on those words. You don't know what you've walked into smart-ass, but I will entertain you for a while before shutting down your hopes of this anti trend you so desperately crave.
Your past means nothing. You start the pain and whatever you decide to do after tonight by facing me and James. Do what you have to to prepare.
I'm done. The game is on, and you're about to lose this one. Prepare yourself Anti-trend."
Next was the issue of James Payne and Nate Krelle to deal with in that little triple threat match coming up.
This was going to be fun.
Twitter account: Niobe Martin
Date: 12/10/22
Brought an old friend along, and ‘borrowed’ a golf cart from backstage. Having too much fun. Say hi if you see us! #shenanigans #besties
The next we see Niobe, she’s laying on the edge of the ring mat, hands behind her head. Not close enough to fall, but far enough away to be somewhat comfortable. Any of the backstage crew that passed her by, doesn’t pay her much attention. One of them brought her a bottle of water, to which she twirled around in her hand idly as she lay there in silence.
With a quick shift of her free hand, she pulled one of those selfie sticks out of her pocket and set her phone into it, quickly pulling up her camera app and hitting ‘record’. Time to get the word out to the masses that were waiting.
Thank goodness for selfie sticks.
”Poor Rey Jaguar. Such a strong competitor who was put to bed by yours truly. I told you, didn’t I? I don’t spout stupid things just to make people laugh, I say them because it’s all truth. I made an example out of him, now I’m going to move on to bigger and better things.
Like making an example out ot James Payne and this Nate Krelle dude.”
She places the water bottle on her forehead with a snort, her face looking thoughtful for a moment before she started speaking again.
”The places I’ve been signed to, I’ve been proud to work for. I walked in those doors, showed the big wigs what I was made of and as they say, the rest is history. Not once, have I ever gone in first day and demanded things from people. No title shots, or nothing. I worked my way to them, bit by bit. Whether it be a win, or a loss, I did my time, and waited until the moment was right to be given a chance at a championship. You earn your way to things, not bitch because someone didn’t give you something on a silver platter.
Give me a break.
Niobe rolls her eyes with a sigh and suddenly sits up, the camera wobbling a bit as she shifted around, using one hand to open the bottle of water and take a drink of it before replacing the cap. The bottle was tapped on the ring mat as you see her stare just off to the side of the camera’s view, watching…something. She continues to talk after a moment of silence, still staring off camera at something the camera can’t see.
”Now we come to this moment in time where, if I were sitting down with someone from backstage, they would ask about my upcoming match and my opponents. I have plenty of thoughts about it, and I’ll share them with you right now.
What’s with James Payne anyway? No one’s seen him for dust since his last loss at Clash. He just comes here to get the snot beaten out of him, I guess. Why mention the talent he’s come here with, when he’ll be lucky to make it out of the ring on his own two feet. He’ll suffer yet another loss, and crawl back to the hole he came from for a while again. It's fine with me."
Niobe smirks, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"The Anti-trend is here. In the form of Nate Krell. Another new guy coming in here, with an attitude and no idea what he's dealing with. He sees what I've done, and scoffs, thinking I'm some entitled brat screaming for a title. I was given the title shot against Addy because the higher ups saw the potential in me. I asked for naught. You are already asking for the world and that's gonna stop.
Your mouth is already going to get you in trouble, and I cannot wait to make you gag on those words. You don't know what you've walked into smart-ass, but I will entertain you for a while before shutting down your hopes of this anti trend you so desperately crave.
Your past means nothing. You start the pain and whatever you decide to do after tonight by facing me and James. Do what you have to to prepare.
I'm done. The game is on, and you're about to lose this one. Prepare yourself Anti-trend."
