Post by Niobe Martin on Mar 31, 2024 2:59:37 GMT -5
Niobe sat on a small bench, inside of some dingy lookin room with a stuffed bear in her hands, sitting in her lap. This bear was wearing something similar to what Addy would be wearing to the ring, including a mini replica of the Cruiserweight belt. She was petting its head slowly, smiling strangely as she looked down at it. The rage she felt brewing within just looking at this stuffed imitation of that bitch was palpable.
“Y’know, it feels great to finally have this title…well… any title really around my waist. I’ve crawled, scraped, and stumbled more than I can count for nearly 2 years in this company just to get to this point. Some would say that I won this on a mere fluke, all because a well placed pair of superkicks caused me to land on Driller to secure the victory. Don’t care how I got it, a win is a win.”
She carefully reached down beside the chair she was sitting in and picked up another bear, this one dressed just like her with a mini belt and all. Niobe sat the two in her lap, putting a hand around their tiny little shoulders as if they were real people and they were sitting around the freakin’ campfire. Her head looked between the two furry stuffed animals, her lips pursed tightly together.
“The bitch I have to defend my belt against is a familiar face indeed. She’s held the belt before, and because she won the contendership match last week she gets to step into the ring against lil ol’ me…again. I don’t know if I’m excited or slightly disgusted because I have to look at her there standing across from me. Maybe I should offer her candy or some poisoned apple as a…gift? It worked in the movies, but she might just like it too much. Gross. Forget the candy idea all together.
Anyway, where were we…”
She stops for a second, freezing in her chair and tilting her head slightly.
I’m coming for you. Step by step…bit by bit. I will have your head, your pride, and your fucking neck in my hands by the end of the night. I don’t care how I have to do it, it’s going to happen and everyone will get a good view of it.
Niobe shook her head, tapping the side of her temple before she continued.
“We stood across the ring from one another like this, for this title…January of last year? You remember that. We kicked the shit out of each other, from the ring post to the ceiling and back again. It was brutal, lemme tell you. Wait, I don’t cause you were there but you get it. You were victorious that night, but when I watched it back I saw you mouth the words one tough bitch right there as you walked away. That was so kind of you! I had to be tough to face someone like you, really.
Now here we are again.”
She shook her head and tapped her skull again. Stupid echo.
“We always had a word to say to one another in passing, which is typical with us since I’d rather see you twitching on the ground and you’d rather not see me at all. Can’t do that this time silly Addy cause we have to fight one another!”
She dropped the ‘Niobe’ bear on the floor, holding tight to the ‘Addy’ bear.
“I’m gonna drag you down the memory path here, so bare with me. The Television title that I hold, the one that you won the contender match for, is the same one YOU traded in to Pasternak for a spot in the Chamber for a world title shot, effectively kicking poor disposable Paul to the curb.
Tell me Addy…
How’d that match go? Did you get that glory moment that you wanted?”
A smirk, her hand tightening on the bear.
“Fuck no you didn’t. You got splashed into the fucking ground by Angelo and eliminated, sending your glory to the winds. You failed.
…failed…
…Failed…
…FAILED…!
Doesn’t feel so good when you hear that you’re a failure, a waste, from someone else, does it?!
Your ego and your oversight cost your ass everything Addy, and you’ve been searching for that feeling of glory ever since. You found it…in a way…maybe when you ran off to Mexico with your tail between your legs after losing at the chamber..
…by winning the Cruiserweight belt…again? Isn’t that like a step down for you? Someone who’s chased the big dreams, and decided to go for the little one instead?
Whatever helps you sleep at night. Don’t tell me what it is, I don’t care.”
She picks up the bear in both hands, twisting at both ends over and over, letting it go back before twisting it again. There’s a dangerous look brewing in her eyes now, as she continues with the poor stuffed bear.
“Now, onto what I really care about. Candy, my dog, comedy movies, and the sweet fact that I will grind your face into the mat over and over…and over. Punishing you for everything you’ve done, every stupid thing. Every rotten thing that you’ve said about me, I will return to you ten fold. Over and over again.
You see, I know there’s gonna be more after you that will come for this title. I know that. As a champ you have a target on your back the size of a planet. In fact, after I finish with you, I have some unfinished business with Jacob Koenig for interrupting my celebration.
So in closing, I’m going to tear you apart and win. You can go away and play with your championship, and watch again as another moment passes you again.”
Niobe rips the bear in two with a sickening riiiippp sound as she holds up both pieces to the camera, a sick smile on her face as she laughs, the camera fading to black.
“Y’know, it feels great to finally have this title…well… any title really around my waist. I’ve crawled, scraped, and stumbled more than I can count for nearly 2 years in this company just to get to this point. Some would say that I won this on a mere fluke, all because a well placed pair of superkicks caused me to land on Driller to secure the victory. Don’t care how I got it, a win is a win.”
She carefully reached down beside the chair she was sitting in and picked up another bear, this one dressed just like her with a mini belt and all. Niobe sat the two in her lap, putting a hand around their tiny little shoulders as if they were real people and they were sitting around the freakin’ campfire. Her head looked between the two furry stuffed animals, her lips pursed tightly together.
“The bitch I have to defend my belt against is a familiar face indeed. She’s held the belt before, and because she won the contendership match last week she gets to step into the ring against lil ol’ me…again. I don’t know if I’m excited or slightly disgusted because I have to look at her there standing across from me. Maybe I should offer her candy or some poisoned apple as a…gift? It worked in the movies, but she might just like it too much. Gross. Forget the candy idea all together.
Anyway, where were we…”
She stops for a second, freezing in her chair and tilting her head slightly.
I’m coming for you. Step by step…bit by bit. I will have your head, your pride, and your fucking neck in my hands by the end of the night. I don’t care how I have to do it, it’s going to happen and everyone will get a good view of it.
Niobe shook her head, tapping the side of her temple before she continued.
“We stood across the ring from one another like this, for this title…January of last year? You remember that. We kicked the shit out of each other, from the ring post to the ceiling and back again. It was brutal, lemme tell you. Wait, I don’t cause you were there but you get it. You were victorious that night, but when I watched it back I saw you mouth the words one tough bitch right there as you walked away. That was so kind of you! I had to be tough to face someone like you, really.
Now here we are again.”
She shook her head and tapped her skull again. Stupid echo.
“We always had a word to say to one another in passing, which is typical with us since I’d rather see you twitching on the ground and you’d rather not see me at all. Can’t do that this time silly Addy cause we have to fight one another!”
She dropped the ‘Niobe’ bear on the floor, holding tight to the ‘Addy’ bear.
“I’m gonna drag you down the memory path here, so bare with me. The Television title that I hold, the one that you won the contender match for, is the same one YOU traded in to Pasternak for a spot in the Chamber for a world title shot, effectively kicking poor disposable Paul to the curb.
Tell me Addy…
How’d that match go? Did you get that glory moment that you wanted?”
A smirk, her hand tightening on the bear.
“Fuck no you didn’t. You got splashed into the fucking ground by Angelo and eliminated, sending your glory to the winds. You failed.
…failed…
…Failed…
…FAILED…!
Doesn’t feel so good when you hear that you’re a failure, a waste, from someone else, does it?!
Your ego and your oversight cost your ass everything Addy, and you’ve been searching for that feeling of glory ever since. You found it…in a way…maybe when you ran off to Mexico with your tail between your legs after losing at the chamber..
…by winning the Cruiserweight belt…again? Isn’t that like a step down for you? Someone who’s chased the big dreams, and decided to go for the little one instead?
Whatever helps you sleep at night. Don’t tell me what it is, I don’t care.”
She picks up the bear in both hands, twisting at both ends over and over, letting it go back before twisting it again. There’s a dangerous look brewing in her eyes now, as she continues with the poor stuffed bear.
“Now, onto what I really care about. Candy, my dog, comedy movies, and the sweet fact that I will grind your face into the mat over and over…and over. Punishing you for everything you’ve done, every stupid thing. Every rotten thing that you’ve said about me, I will return to you ten fold. Over and over again.
You see, I know there’s gonna be more after you that will come for this title. I know that. As a champ you have a target on your back the size of a planet. In fact, after I finish with you, I have some unfinished business with Jacob Koenig for interrupting my celebration.
So in closing, I’m going to tear you apart and win. You can go away and play with your championship, and watch again as another moment passes you again.”
Niobe rips the bear in two with a sickening riiiippp sound as she holds up both pieces to the camera, a sick smile on her face as she laughs, the camera fading to black.