Post by Niobe Martin on Dec 31, 2023 14:25:29 GMT -5
The following footage is from a tape received at the AW headquarters…
The noise inside of the club is deafening as the people mill about, drinks in hand, enjoying the music playing over the speakers. New Years themed hats and noisemakers were on hand for everyone entering the club. Leaned against the railing with a blue party hat on her head was Niobe Martin, a bottle of beer in hand as she quietly observed what was going on ahead of her.
”Look at all these people gathered here. Like a small colony of bees, they’re buzzing with excitement at the activities taking place tonight. The new year is slowly approaching and everyone wants to be in a good mood when the ball finally drops. Just like my opponent for the first Clash of the new year, Chelsea Winston, who is probably wandering around some place similar to this one, feeling the pangs of excitement and nervousness before her big debut on Clash. Like the drink in my hand, maybe she is imbibing one of her own, to give her courage to survive the first battle outside of the grasslands. To pounce upon myself and stand as the sole winner, the predator taking down the big bad prey after watching for so long. My dear, you may have all the cunning heart and intelligence to make your way out of the jungle but come this Monday on your debut, you’ll find out that there is no pack to have your back. Only the last gasps of air as you face your end at the hands of the better predator.
Niobe flexes her free hand, turning her palm over to examine her short nails painted a fiery red like spilled blood in the night. She took a swig of her beer, then looked back up at the crowd as another song started up again, the people dancing and swaying along to the beat.
”I’ve been doing this for a long time, probably a little longer than you. Who knows. I’ll tell you, I’ve never heard of ‘The Outback Queen’ before this night. I doubt anyone has. After Clash, I can assure you, you will be simply dust blowin’ away in the wind after I am done with you. At least you know of me, the Living Nightmare. That’s who I am. I come at you hard, fast, and without a warning, and have no problem breaking a limb or two. You may not fear me after hearing about me, but I will give you a real good reason to fear me in the future when I am done with you. Tougher than me? I doubt it. I am the real tough person in this yard, chickie. You’re stepping into my territory and I have a real problem with you being here.
She chuckled softly, still keeping her eyes trained on the crowd before her.
”I have wrestled with my own animals, my own demons, and as you might have seen, had a rather rough time this year battling it all. Many chances to grab a title from the hands of other such animals, and failing every single time. Every single time. I wasn’t living up to my true potential and just letting opportunities slide to the next hungry bitch who wanted them more. Frankly I’m tired of letting everyone else having the best scraps off the bone. I want the whole damn thing. I want it all.
I have to go back to what I was, what I used to be. The force that walked those hallowed halls so long ago, carried herself with pride and gave no fucks as to who or what she was going to hurt.
What I’m trying to say, is that 2024 will be my year to rise to the top. You will understand this Chelsea. You are not the animal to be feared. The one you should really fear is the one lurking just behind you, drooling and hungry for the taste of victory.
Welcome to your own nightmare. Cheers.
Niobe glanced at the camera, raising her bottle to the camera and giving it a sadistic grin as the video tapes feed cuts out.
The noise inside of the club is deafening as the people mill about, drinks in hand, enjoying the music playing over the speakers. New Years themed hats and noisemakers were on hand for everyone entering the club. Leaned against the railing with a blue party hat on her head was Niobe Martin, a bottle of beer in hand as she quietly observed what was going on ahead of her.
”Look at all these people gathered here. Like a small colony of bees, they’re buzzing with excitement at the activities taking place tonight. The new year is slowly approaching and everyone wants to be in a good mood when the ball finally drops. Just like my opponent for the first Clash of the new year, Chelsea Winston, who is probably wandering around some place similar to this one, feeling the pangs of excitement and nervousness before her big debut on Clash. Like the drink in my hand, maybe she is imbibing one of her own, to give her courage to survive the first battle outside of the grasslands. To pounce upon myself and stand as the sole winner, the predator taking down the big bad prey after watching for so long. My dear, you may have all the cunning heart and intelligence to make your way out of the jungle but come this Monday on your debut, you’ll find out that there is no pack to have your back. Only the last gasps of air as you face your end at the hands of the better predator.
Niobe flexes her free hand, turning her palm over to examine her short nails painted a fiery red like spilled blood in the night. She took a swig of her beer, then looked back up at the crowd as another song started up again, the people dancing and swaying along to the beat.
”I’ve been doing this for a long time, probably a little longer than you. Who knows. I’ll tell you, I’ve never heard of ‘The Outback Queen’ before this night. I doubt anyone has. After Clash, I can assure you, you will be simply dust blowin’ away in the wind after I am done with you. At least you know of me, the Living Nightmare. That’s who I am. I come at you hard, fast, and without a warning, and have no problem breaking a limb or two. You may not fear me after hearing about me, but I will give you a real good reason to fear me in the future when I am done with you. Tougher than me? I doubt it. I am the real tough person in this yard, chickie. You’re stepping into my territory and I have a real problem with you being here.
She chuckled softly, still keeping her eyes trained on the crowd before her.
”I have wrestled with my own animals, my own demons, and as you might have seen, had a rather rough time this year battling it all. Many chances to grab a title from the hands of other such animals, and failing every single time. Every single time. I wasn’t living up to my true potential and just letting opportunities slide to the next hungry bitch who wanted them more. Frankly I’m tired of letting everyone else having the best scraps off the bone. I want the whole damn thing. I want it all.
I have to go back to what I was, what I used to be. The force that walked those hallowed halls so long ago, carried herself with pride and gave no fucks as to who or what she was going to hurt.
What I’m trying to say, is that 2024 will be my year to rise to the top. You will understand this Chelsea. You are not the animal to be feared. The one you should really fear is the one lurking just behind you, drooling and hungry for the taste of victory.
Welcome to your own nightmare. Cheers.
Niobe glanced at the camera, raising her bottle to the camera and giving it a sadistic grin as the video tapes feed cuts out.