Post by Niobe Martin on Mar 3, 2024 15:00:46 GMT -5
With a yawn, Niobe took a seat on the plush couch within her home. Her xbox was fired up and immediately once it was signed in, she opened youtube and scrolled to AW’s page, looking around for what she wanted to watch. With a snort, she found it, the link to Clash’s show from February 19th and let it load. Fast forwarding through it until she got to her match with Addy A, leaning forward to watch the events that had transpired a couple of weeks ago. She had to figure out where it spiraled into disaster for her, so to speak.
Addy charges into the corner, Niobe sidesteps sending Addy crashing into the turnbuckle. Addy turns around and Niobe goes for a spinning enziguri, but Addy ducks it and shoves Niobe away. When Niobe turns around, she takes a superkick to the heart.
Pause.
There it was. The missed spinning enziguri. That set it up for everything. For Addy to hit the Tinderizer after and secure the victory.
She raked a hand through her hair in frustration. Again she had not made sure that Addy was sufficiently stunned for that to land, instead trusting in stupidity or blind instinct to make it right. It had backfired horribly. Here she sat today, in her own home, watching her failure play itself out before her eyes. Christ it still seemed like she hadn’t figured it out.
How the fuck had everyone else figured out their own short comings but she seemed to still be struggling.
How. The. Fuck.
”This is fuckin’ stupid. I need to make phone calls, I need my head examined. Gods I need to go back to school or something. This shit needs to end and fast. Addy’s good, but geez I had that nearing the end until I screwed it up.”
She exited out of youtube, then shut off the console before standing up and storming out in a huff. Looking at youtube for the cause of her failure wasn’t going to get her anywhere at all. Doing all of this stupid shit wasn’t going to help either, as she slipped her shoes on and flung the front door open angrily, walking into the sunshine.
Except it felt like walking back into the darkness once again, seeing the same results upon entry. How did people do it? Figure it out?
She opened the door to her car and slid in, slamming the door and starting the car, the radio blaring some old Metallica song she didn’t really care to figure out the name to. With one look behind her, she pulled out and zoomed off, thinking maybe the road would have some kind of answers to her.
Or maybe she was only going to find failure waiting for her once again.
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Niobe stood in the middle of some building, a ring behind her devoid of students breaking their bodies to learn the craft that was wrestling. In her right hand is a steel chair that frankly looks like it had seen better days, being dented and paint chipped all over. She stared down at it harshly, taking a deep breath.
”Maybe I am insane, doing this shit over and over again and expecting a different result. Every time, I try, I keep getting knocked back. I step up, I get knocked back. I get a title shot, it goes away just as quick.
Every…single…time!”
Niobe punctuates each word by banging the chair against the steel steps, the sound echoing through the room.
”Addy reminds me of someone I had issues with way back in my APW days, Robina Hood. That cocky bitch and I did not like each other and she took great pleasure in tearing me a new one, injuring me once and just all around making my life hell for a while. It changed when I decided to stop taking her shit, and started actually doing something about it.
I stood up and I changed perspectives, telling her that this shit is stupid and I’m gonna turn you into a fucking pile, beating you into the ground for all of the shit you’ve done to me. That’s when things turned, because I decided to stop doing stupid shit and shove a fist in her mouth to shut her up.
Maybe I should give Addy the same thing, though in her drunken fuckin state she might think it’s some weird kinky game or whatever. Gross.
Addy’s all anger and could probably stand to not be such a bitch, and not be a raging alcoholic and pay attention to me for once.
Because I just want to move on, if not for Angelo, then for the Omega Championship.”
Addy charges into the corner, Niobe sidesteps sending Addy crashing into the turnbuckle. Addy turns around and Niobe goes for a spinning enziguri, but Addy ducks it and shoves Niobe away. When Niobe turns around, she takes a superkick to the heart.
Pause.
There it was. The missed spinning enziguri. That set it up for everything. For Addy to hit the Tinderizer after and secure the victory.
She raked a hand through her hair in frustration. Again she had not made sure that Addy was sufficiently stunned for that to land, instead trusting in stupidity or blind instinct to make it right. It had backfired horribly. Here she sat today, in her own home, watching her failure play itself out before her eyes. Christ it still seemed like she hadn’t figured it out.
How the fuck had everyone else figured out their own short comings but she seemed to still be struggling.
How. The. Fuck.
”This is fuckin’ stupid. I need to make phone calls, I need my head examined. Gods I need to go back to school or something. This shit needs to end and fast. Addy’s good, but geez I had that nearing the end until I screwed it up.”
She exited out of youtube, then shut off the console before standing up and storming out in a huff. Looking at youtube for the cause of her failure wasn’t going to get her anywhere at all. Doing all of this stupid shit wasn’t going to help either, as she slipped her shoes on and flung the front door open angrily, walking into the sunshine.
Except it felt like walking back into the darkness once again, seeing the same results upon entry. How did people do it? Figure it out?
She opened the door to her car and slid in, slamming the door and starting the car, the radio blaring some old Metallica song she didn’t really care to figure out the name to. With one look behind her, she pulled out and zoomed off, thinking maybe the road would have some kind of answers to her.
Or maybe she was only going to find failure waiting for her once again.
~~~~~~~~~~
Niobe stood in the middle of some building, a ring behind her devoid of students breaking their bodies to learn the craft that was wrestling. In her right hand is a steel chair that frankly looks like it had seen better days, being dented and paint chipped all over. She stared down at it harshly, taking a deep breath.
”Maybe I am insane, doing this shit over and over again and expecting a different result. Every time, I try, I keep getting knocked back. I step up, I get knocked back. I get a title shot, it goes away just as quick.
Every…single…time!”
Niobe punctuates each word by banging the chair against the steel steps, the sound echoing through the room.
”Addy reminds me of someone I had issues with way back in my APW days, Robina Hood. That cocky bitch and I did not like each other and she took great pleasure in tearing me a new one, injuring me once and just all around making my life hell for a while. It changed when I decided to stop taking her shit, and started actually doing something about it.
I stood up and I changed perspectives, telling her that this shit is stupid and I’m gonna turn you into a fucking pile, beating you into the ground for all of the shit you’ve done to me. That’s when things turned, because I decided to stop doing stupid shit and shove a fist in her mouth to shut her up.
Maybe I should give Addy the same thing, though in her drunken fuckin state she might think it’s some weird kinky game or whatever. Gross.
Addy’s all anger and could probably stand to not be such a bitch, and not be a raging alcoholic and pay attention to me for once.
Because I just want to move on, if not for Angelo, then for the Omega Championship.”