Post by Niobe Martin on Jun 2, 2024 3:21:16 GMT -5
”So here I am again, walking into another show at AW. I thought after my decent appearance in the rumble before getting yanked over the top rope by my hair by Sara would have kept me away from this spotlight for a while. I mean who really would want to see me after that fiasco? It’s just a bizarre thing. Even more bizarre is that the powers that be here decided that throwing me into the Pure Cup would be a good idea, and I would have to incline to agree. This cup is strictly for submissions or knockouts only, which sounds good to me because I don’t get to throw on a submission move hardly and knocking people out is just icing on the cake for me. So I say bring it on to everyone else.
Niobe shoves one hand in her pocket, holding up her phone to adjust her hair in the live view she was doing. She grins and waves at the camera, the sunlight reflecting off of her sunglasses as people pass around her left and right today.
”It may not seem like much, maybe even a small thing, but to me it’s huge. It’s been a while since the cup has been around or even spoken about, so the fact that it’s being brought back with an interesting prize should someone win it. What that is, no one knows. Which makes it all the more fun for me, because I can throw my everything into this cup and give it my all like I always do.”
The view spins around to show the road and the shops in front of her, briefly panning up to the sky before going back to her face as she walks.
”It probably isn’t some fancy tricked out car, or whatever. Boss man wouldn’t do that to us. I’m salivating at what it could possibly be, but I’m trying not to get too ahead of myself because frankly, I don’t know how far I’m going to get in this tournament. I just don’t know on one hand, and on the other I’m really looking forward to putting a hold or two on some unfortunate people. I don’t get to do it very often.”
There was a pause, before she continued.
”First round is happening on the next Clash show, and there’s a few familiar names in there along with some new ones. The face I have to face in this first go is Muru. Old man Muru, is more like it. I don’t know whether I should feel sorry for his existence, or sorry that I’m going to shatter whatever bones he’s got left in his wrinkled body. Ah hell let’s be honest, I’m not gonna feel sorry for making him tap in the middle of that ring. That’s the real business of this.
Muru, Muru. Listen here you goof, I don’t deal in anything else but pain so whatever strange ideas you’ve got floating around up in your dusty head as to what’s happening after, you can forget it. I’m a former champ here, I’ve had a lot of missed opportunities and stupid things before I got there, but you can’t fault me for fighting like hell ever since and even before that. That’s the difference between us Muru, I’ve held gold, you haven’t so you don’t know. You don’t. You’re dealing with a giant problem in me alright? I didn’t last long in the Rumble, I don’t have my title or a title, and right now your face looks good to punch to let off that steam. I’m going to enjoy it.”
She stops at a street vendor to pick up an ice cream cone, smiling and quickly taking a bite as she continued on.
”I’m afraid if I even kick you the wrong way, you’ll explode into a thousand tiny dust bunnies. I guess that’s a thing I’m going to have to deal with. Gonna be an awful mess to clean up when it’s overwith though. See I would love for you to advance in this tournament and survive the night…
Then again, I want to see you as an unconscious pile of dust at my feet, fading away into nothing.
Whatever headspace you come into this match with, however you choose to deal with me, just know that once I get my hands on you and wrench back on that hold, I will not stop until you go limp. You can go home and train, and push your ass however you please, but it’s just not gonna be enough. It won’t. I will do whatever I have to to advance in this cup as far as I can, and you are the first.
But you won’t be the last.
I’m going to make sure you don’t advance at all, win or lose. Take these last moments to enjoy whatever peace of mind before we meet in that ring.
It’s not going to be business, or pleasure out there. It’s just gonna be a slaughter.”
Niobe shoves one hand in her pocket, holding up her phone to adjust her hair in the live view she was doing. She grins and waves at the camera, the sunlight reflecting off of her sunglasses as people pass around her left and right today.
”It may not seem like much, maybe even a small thing, but to me it’s huge. It’s been a while since the cup has been around or even spoken about, so the fact that it’s being brought back with an interesting prize should someone win it. What that is, no one knows. Which makes it all the more fun for me, because I can throw my everything into this cup and give it my all like I always do.”
The view spins around to show the road and the shops in front of her, briefly panning up to the sky before going back to her face as she walks.
”It probably isn’t some fancy tricked out car, or whatever. Boss man wouldn’t do that to us. I’m salivating at what it could possibly be, but I’m trying not to get too ahead of myself because frankly, I don’t know how far I’m going to get in this tournament. I just don’t know on one hand, and on the other I’m really looking forward to putting a hold or two on some unfortunate people. I don’t get to do it very often.”
There was a pause, before she continued.
”First round is happening on the next Clash show, and there’s a few familiar names in there along with some new ones. The face I have to face in this first go is Muru. Old man Muru, is more like it. I don’t know whether I should feel sorry for his existence, or sorry that I’m going to shatter whatever bones he’s got left in his wrinkled body. Ah hell let’s be honest, I’m not gonna feel sorry for making him tap in the middle of that ring. That’s the real business of this.
Muru, Muru. Listen here you goof, I don’t deal in anything else but pain so whatever strange ideas you’ve got floating around up in your dusty head as to what’s happening after, you can forget it. I’m a former champ here, I’ve had a lot of missed opportunities and stupid things before I got there, but you can’t fault me for fighting like hell ever since and even before that. That’s the difference between us Muru, I’ve held gold, you haven’t so you don’t know. You don’t. You’re dealing with a giant problem in me alright? I didn’t last long in the Rumble, I don’t have my title or a title, and right now your face looks good to punch to let off that steam. I’m going to enjoy it.”
She stops at a street vendor to pick up an ice cream cone, smiling and quickly taking a bite as she continued on.
”I’m afraid if I even kick you the wrong way, you’ll explode into a thousand tiny dust bunnies. I guess that’s a thing I’m going to have to deal with. Gonna be an awful mess to clean up when it’s overwith though. See I would love for you to advance in this tournament and survive the night…
Then again, I want to see you as an unconscious pile of dust at my feet, fading away into nothing.
Whatever headspace you come into this match with, however you choose to deal with me, just know that once I get my hands on you and wrench back on that hold, I will not stop until you go limp. You can go home and train, and push your ass however you please, but it’s just not gonna be enough. It won’t. I will do whatever I have to to advance in this cup as far as I can, and you are the first.
But you won’t be the last.
I’m going to make sure you don’t advance at all, win or lose. Take these last moments to enjoy whatever peace of mind before we meet in that ring.
It’s not going to be business, or pleasure out there. It’s just gonna be a slaughter.”