Post by Niobe Martin on Mar 24, 2024 2:50:21 GMT -5
The story begins with Niobe sitting within a Dairy Queen somewhere in Anaheim. It was about a week or so away from the next show from Action Wrestling, the March Madness show. The whole deal was stacked from top to bottom rather nicely, and she was part of the loser bracket tag match with some interesting choices for tag ‘partners’ as they took on the other four who were part of this little dance. She took a bite of her brownie blizzard, smiling at the taste like a child as she kicked her legs lightly on the booth seat she was in.
”Well, this next little match is gonna be interesting isn’t it? An eight man tag match amongst the people who didn’t even make it to the end of the tournament. That honor, if you can call it that, belongs to Odin and Tatiana. A couple of talented people and they should be proud of that. They really should. I can’t even tell you who I would want to win between them.
The others that are a part of the team I’m on are some…pretty interesting people. We all bring our own strengths to the team but the real question is can we co-exist for the duration to take down the others? I hope so. We’re not fighting for a future of anything, just for the simple chance to say that we were better than the other four dorks standing across from us. Am I right?
I am. I know it. I have a history with a couple of them, so I know that they will be out there to pick on lil’ ol’ me. They might see me as the weak link, but a champ is no weak link as much as some people would like to think. As much as they know us, we know them and we will pick them apart piece by piece without any mercy.
As much as our team probably wants to tear each other a new one, we will co-exist for the sake of uniting against the other side and walking out with a well earned victory. We’ll send the others home in sad, salty tears. How funny.
Niobe chuckles, patting the head of the stuffed dalmatian sitting by her in the booth, all the while eating away at her ice cream.
”Hey look it’s the champ!”
”Sorry to bother you, Niobe, but could we bother you for an autograph?
”Congrats on your title win!”
”Good luck on the next show!”
Niobe smiled at the two guys who held out their posters for her to sign, making small talk as things faded out.
~*~*~*~*~
Inside of a sprawling house in Anaheim, Niobe quietly sat with her mom, the Television title displayed out on the kitchen table in all its shining glory for her to see up close and personal. Niobe clasped her hands in her lap, grinning like an idiot as she watched her mom run fingers over the raised details on the belt, amazed at the detail of it. She looked up at her and smiled warmly, a sense of pride on her face.
”This is amazing, dear. I am so proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working towards something like this.”
Niobe blushes, patting the edge of the belt a bit.
”Thanks. It’s not like I don’t know what this moment is like, but after stumbling so much, I finally found my place at the top. That’s a fact everyone is gonna have to come to terms with. I wish the rest of the family could see this, but I know that Easter is fast approaching…”
Her mom reached over and squeezed her hand lightly, offering her a sympathetic smile.
”Oh don’t worry, they know. They send their congrats and promise to get together for a celebration when the holidays are over with. I just wish your grandfather could have been here to see this. You know how much of a fan of wrestling he was.”
”I know, but he’d be proud of me if he could see me now with this.”
”He would be. I have to get a picture of you with this.”
Niobe smiled, watching her mom run off to find her phone as she looked back at her title, patting it carefully.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It’s the following day, and Niobe is sitting on a park bench with that dalmatian dog by her feet, quietly chewing on a bone. Her hands clasped in her lap as she contemplated whatever someone like her would.
”There’s little left to say about what is coming with this match. Two teams of four people each, all looking to show off and show out at this match without tearing each other apart or whatever. I know a few people would give me that look because I have the Television title.
So what? I’m champ now, you’re not so bugger the fuck off. I’m going to run with this title all the fuckin’ way.
I know there’s someone or someone’s out there that have an eye for my title, but the chance will come in due time, when I say it’s time. This isn’t the time, I have this match to worry about. But make no mistake, and think my focus is waning because of this.
I will be watching, and you will be too. Watching what I do out there with the rest of my team. Watch what we do to them.
Make a mistake and…
…you’ll end up like Raja did.”