Post by Niobe Martin on Feb 18, 2024 5:59:53 GMT -5
A gloved hand tossed the bright yellow tennis ball up into the air before catching it and repeating the process. The serious looking blond haired Niobe who was clothed in a deep purple winter jacket, a black beanie covering her head, is staring up at the night sky, eyeing the few stars that are twinkling above. She rolls the ball around in her hand, staring at it for a second before tossing it lightly into the air above her face, watching it hover for a second before catching it on its return. A grin spread on her face as her breath came out in white puffs of air.
”Not gonna lie,” Niobe began, tossing the ball about in the same fashion. ”The look on Doc’s face when I slapped the taste out of his mouth was fucking priceless!”
She cackled loudly, not caring if anyone heard her at this time of the night.
”Plus his reaction, well both of them, when I just wouldn’t give up. It sucks that those two had a breakup literally towards the end, but me and Jonny proved we were the better and more stable team out there. Would have liked to roll up Doc and smother his face into the mat, but I’ll take the sight of Cedrone pinning him. I wouldn’t mind teaming up with Cedrone down the line if things line up right.” She sighed, tossing the ball as she continued to talk. ”That’s all in the past, and I need to look forward to bigger and better things. No it’s not another zombie movie.”
Niobe stopped tossing the ball around, holding onto it tightly as she sat up with a groan on the bench she had been laying on. That wood was not good on the back. She took to rolling the ball back and forth between her gloved hands, contemplating things with a resolute look on her face.
”Enough about what was, time to talk about what is coming.
The big return of Addy freakin’ A.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? A long while of you being gone down to Mexico to do gods knows what down there, get drunk, jail. I don’t know, and I don’t care.
After being gone this long, you’d think you’d get my name right. What the fuck Addy, did you hit your head on some bartop drinking too much or stare into the sun too long down there? Whatever. Just…whatever. Yes, for the past year I’ve been fighting and clawing here in AW. Do I have anything to show for it? A shiny title, some pretty car? Hell fucking no. I’ll be the first one to admit it, I have nothing to show for the time you’ve been gone. A floundering fish trying to escape the pull of the abyss. Tatiana had the same problem, but she figured it out. I however have yet to do so, and I’ve been a punching bag for people for way too fucking long. That’s not what I want to be. I don’t want to be more even. I just want to be a nightmare for you and show you through actions, horrible ones, that I can be something bigger. If you want to run into that fire that gets lit and see what happens, go for it. Just don’t get too comfortable standing around in the flames because you’ll miss the bigger picture; me waiting to toss the final match and turn your whole being into a flaming mess so I can walk out of the darkness and into the light. The fact that I’m still here should say something to you. Wasn’t it you who called me ‘one tough bitch’? Or did you forget that with all the shit you’ve been up to.
Why did you run all the way to Mexico anyway? Pressure from trying to be perfect, from keeping up the appearance of being something to be afraid of? Or did you just…give up. Decide that this wasn’t it and you thought the sunny beaches of the city would be better. Now you’ve come back, and for what, hmm? Tell me please? Have one of our knock down drag out matches again? Frankly, I’m looking forward to kicking the shit out of you again…and this time finishing the job fucking properly ya skanky ass cunt.
You may be AW’s Bad Bitch, but I am AW’s Living Nightmare, and nothing you say will change that. Ever. I don’t have anything to prove to you, except to give you a kick in the teeth for the shit you put me through way back when. I’m not fit for bowing to anyone and doing their bidding, I’d much rather do my own, my own way and piss everyone off when it doesn’t fit their narrative.
I’m not going to cry or whine about my failures. They’re already out there in the universe. What I can do is bash you over the head with the crown of your dreams, coating it in blood before climbing the ladder to the moon, holding it high to the gods and giving your demise, your blood to the rise of the impossible dream. Something you couldn’t possibly comprehend with that pea sized damaged brain of yours.
Becoming a champion. Embracing the direction I need to be going in, instead of this stupid twisted one I’ve been on. I will make sure I rewrite history, instead of repeating it. I will be better than what I’ve been, what you think I am and escape the torment of being not good enough but good enough to slay Addy. I’m keeping my eyes on you, by dragging you into the light…
….then back into the darkness where I can watch the blood run from the shattered crown you’ve worn for far too long.”
”Not gonna lie,” Niobe began, tossing the ball about in the same fashion. ”The look on Doc’s face when I slapped the taste out of his mouth was fucking priceless!”
She cackled loudly, not caring if anyone heard her at this time of the night.
”Plus his reaction, well both of them, when I just wouldn’t give up. It sucks that those two had a breakup literally towards the end, but me and Jonny proved we were the better and more stable team out there. Would have liked to roll up Doc and smother his face into the mat, but I’ll take the sight of Cedrone pinning him. I wouldn’t mind teaming up with Cedrone down the line if things line up right.” She sighed, tossing the ball as she continued to talk. ”That’s all in the past, and I need to look forward to bigger and better things. No it’s not another zombie movie.”
Niobe stopped tossing the ball around, holding onto it tightly as she sat up with a groan on the bench she had been laying on. That wood was not good on the back. She took to rolling the ball back and forth between her gloved hands, contemplating things with a resolute look on her face.
”Enough about what was, time to talk about what is coming.
The big return of Addy freakin’ A.
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? A long while of you being gone down to Mexico to do gods knows what down there, get drunk, jail. I don’t know, and I don’t care.
After being gone this long, you’d think you’d get my name right. What the fuck Addy, did you hit your head on some bartop drinking too much or stare into the sun too long down there? Whatever. Just…whatever. Yes, for the past year I’ve been fighting and clawing here in AW. Do I have anything to show for it? A shiny title, some pretty car? Hell fucking no. I’ll be the first one to admit it, I have nothing to show for the time you’ve been gone. A floundering fish trying to escape the pull of the abyss. Tatiana had the same problem, but she figured it out. I however have yet to do so, and I’ve been a punching bag for people for way too fucking long. That’s not what I want to be. I don’t want to be more even. I just want to be a nightmare for you and show you through actions, horrible ones, that I can be something bigger. If you want to run into that fire that gets lit and see what happens, go for it. Just don’t get too comfortable standing around in the flames because you’ll miss the bigger picture; me waiting to toss the final match and turn your whole being into a flaming mess so I can walk out of the darkness and into the light. The fact that I’m still here should say something to you. Wasn’t it you who called me ‘one tough bitch’? Or did you forget that with all the shit you’ve been up to.
Why did you run all the way to Mexico anyway? Pressure from trying to be perfect, from keeping up the appearance of being something to be afraid of? Or did you just…give up. Decide that this wasn’t it and you thought the sunny beaches of the city would be better. Now you’ve come back, and for what, hmm? Tell me please? Have one of our knock down drag out matches again? Frankly, I’m looking forward to kicking the shit out of you again…and this time finishing the job fucking properly ya skanky ass cunt.
You may be AW’s Bad Bitch, but I am AW’s Living Nightmare, and nothing you say will change that. Ever. I don’t have anything to prove to you, except to give you a kick in the teeth for the shit you put me through way back when. I’m not fit for bowing to anyone and doing their bidding, I’d much rather do my own, my own way and piss everyone off when it doesn’t fit their narrative.
I’m not going to cry or whine about my failures. They’re already out there in the universe. What I can do is bash you over the head with the crown of your dreams, coating it in blood before climbing the ladder to the moon, holding it high to the gods and giving your demise, your blood to the rise of the impossible dream. Something you couldn’t possibly comprehend with that pea sized damaged brain of yours.
Becoming a champion. Embracing the direction I need to be going in, instead of this stupid twisted one I’ve been on. I will make sure I rewrite history, instead of repeating it. I will be better than what I’ve been, what you think I am and escape the torment of being not good enough but good enough to slay Addy. I’m keeping my eyes on you, by dragging you into the light…
….then back into the darkness where I can watch the blood run from the shattered crown you’ve worn for far too long.”