Cast down below with a side of triumph
Jun 30, 2024 13:55:03 GMT -5
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Post by Niobe Martin on Jun 30, 2024 13:55:03 GMT -5
”So finally, everything has fallen into place. The stars have aligned and all that fuckin’ jazz, ya know? After the hellish match between you, Draugr, and myself at Clash a few weeks ago, you’ve arrived at the door to Evolution. This door is no ordinary door, however. Once you knock on it, that’s when the fun begins. I’m waiting behind this heavy ass door, grinning, waiting for you to rap ever so lightly so I can kick the door straight into your stupid face and shatter every bone that you consider something of meaning to you. If I could rearrange it, I would but we’re gonna go with option b. Because fuck it, why not right? The less bones you have to work with in the match, the better. Less chance of a lot of things that I can think of, but mostly for you to not walk out with my title and to crawl out of the arena, depressed and a loser.
That is, if I let you crawl out of the ring at all. I don’t think I will. Hmm, choices choices.
Niobe paces the floor, back and forth slowly, adjusting the title over her shoulder. A sick smile spreads over her face as she continues to pace.
I would prefer to play with you; not in that way. Fuck, get your head straight. Listen real close to me chica. Listen real close. I want to pick you apart, piece by piece, wrench every finger back until it snaps, and stomp your head into the ground so you have a sick lasting reminder of why it’s a real bad fuckin’ idea to mess with me. I want to relish in the screams and the pain that I cause you.
I can hear you laughing over there. Cackling like mad. ‘NiOBoDY, thinks she’s a god damn threat to me, the big tit goth dommy mommy blah blah blah. You haven’t done x, y, and maybe z. You really think this is gonna go your way.’ Spouting the same shit everyone on this roster has heard you say over and over again, about yourself, and about me, good god. Get a new spiel, please. My ears can’t take anymore.
Look we’ve had our throwdowns in the past with each other, real knock down slug fests, and you’ve bested me…a few I will admit with much displeasure…but this time…this time…I will shove it in your face once and for all that there are some things…some people…you just shouldn’t fuck with.
Let’s fucking go, ya crazy ass bitch.”
That is, if I let you crawl out of the ring at all. I don’t think I will. Hmm, choices choices.
Niobe paces the floor, back and forth slowly, adjusting the title over her shoulder. A sick smile spreads over her face as she continues to pace.
I would prefer to play with you; not in that way. Fuck, get your head straight. Listen real close to me chica. Listen real close. I want to pick you apart, piece by piece, wrench every finger back until it snaps, and stomp your head into the ground so you have a sick lasting reminder of why it’s a real bad fuckin’ idea to mess with me. I want to relish in the screams and the pain that I cause you.
I can hear you laughing over there. Cackling like mad. ‘NiOBoDY, thinks she’s a god damn threat to me, the big tit goth dommy mommy blah blah blah. You haven’t done x, y, and maybe z. You really think this is gonna go your way.’ Spouting the same shit everyone on this roster has heard you say over and over again, about yourself, and about me, good god. Get a new spiel, please. My ears can’t take anymore.
Look we’ve had our throwdowns in the past with each other, real knock down slug fests, and you’ve bested me…a few I will admit with much displeasure…but this time…this time…I will shove it in your face once and for all that there are some things…some people…you just shouldn’t fuck with.
Let’s fucking go, ya crazy ass bitch.”
“Aaand thanks for that commercial spot from Dr. Squatch bodywash. The brand you can rely on to keep you smelling your best. We’re back with the highlight of the hour, the one and only ‘Living Nightmare’ from Action Wrestling, Niobe Martin. She’s here to promote the brand’s Evolution event happening real soon so get yer tix and get there, or be square.”
Niobe rolled her eyes. Some people tended to overhype things. This dude was one of them.
“That’s United States Champion, ‘Living Nightmare’ Niobe Martin. Don’t forget it.”
She smirked and patted the shining gold belt sitting by her on the desk, before crossing her arms over her chest. Sometimes, to get the word out and really be heard, it was good to do some ‘over the air’ interviews. Brady had set this up for her, figuring it would be a worthwhile deal to garner more butts in seats for Evolution. Anything to help the brand, she figured.
The blond haired radio personality squirmed in his seat, and continued with the task at hand. If he survived this, he would be thankful.
“Right, right. We got off topic a bit before the break, talking about other pro wrestling events going on and interestingly enough, Elden Ring’s new DLC. Who would have thought, that the champ would be a video game connoisseur? I would have never guessed.”
Niobe snorted, shaking her head.
“I play in my off hours, when I’m traveling on long flights. It helps to pass the time. I love it. Speaking of Elden Ring, I haven’t gotten to that DLC but when I get back home after thoroughly disposing of Jessie Lee at Evolution, I think beating up some demon souls and dead things are in order. I’ve seen some clips and it looks to be bad ass. How come you don’t play at all?”
“I work too damn much haha. That’s my only excuse. But I will definitely check it out. Any WWE 2k24 in your future?”
Niobe shrugged. “Eh, maybe. When Elden Ring loses its appeal to me I’ll give it a go.”
“Fair enough. Folks let me remind you that Evolution is this weekend and our champ here will be on the show defending her title against Jessie Lee. Now tell me, what’s going through your mind right now heading into this? It’s gotta be a lot, again. You’ve been here before.”
“A lot. Anytime you have a championship, you’re gonna have a big ass target on your back. Doesn’t matter what title it is, everyone’s gonna want a shot at it. I can’t lose my focus and drop this bad boy to someone like Jessie. I already lost one title because I got stupid. It ain’t happening again. Bet on that.”
“Isn’t she a former champ?”
“Yeah, and she’s also bobbled her chance to get this in the past. I don’t dog on her because of what she’s done, she’s a terror out there but I think she’s getting way over her head in this. She’s expecting this to go her way, to go the way it always has. But she’s going to get a real rude awakening come Evolution. Bet on that.”
The guy on the other side let out a low whistle, shaking his head.
“Scathing indeed. We are going to take a bit of a break here, and when we come back, we’ll talk about some local news and field questions from some callers. Stay tuned you crazy kids!”
cue cheesy Old Spice commercial
A car breezed down the highway, loud metal music blaring out of the open windows, as the woman behind the wheel grinned like a madman and banged her hand on the wheel in time with the beat of the music. Life was going pretty good at the moment and the weather was pretty decent. Her phone rang, cutting through the choice part in that Metallica song and she snorted and hit the button to answer it.
“Dammit, this better be good. You cut me off in the middle of the song!”
“Well dammit, we were gonna ask you if you knew what the answer to what is red, black, and white all over.”
“I don’t fucking know, a zombie with a pinstripe suit and red hair.” Pause. “Did you go to an escape room?”
“Yeah, but that question was just to fuck with you. Just wanted to say hi and ask you to call for help if we don’t come home in the morning.”
“Well for one, no. I’m gonna sit on the front lawn of your place with a beer and popcorn, and wait for your raggedy ass to come home. Then I’m gonna laugh, wondering why in the world you did something so stupid.”
“That hurts Niobe. I’ma remember that.”
She laughed. “Good. I’m gonna go, my turn is here, catch you on the flipside bitch.”
Call ended. The car flooded with music again, but it was some band she didn’t recognize.
“Wow I missed the whole song. I feel cheated.”
“Dammit, this better be good. You cut me off in the middle of the song!”
“Well dammit, we were gonna ask you if you knew what the answer to what is red, black, and white all over.”
“I don’t fucking know, a zombie with a pinstripe suit and red hair.” Pause. “Did you go to an escape room?”
“Yeah, but that question was just to fuck with you. Just wanted to say hi and ask you to call for help if we don’t come home in the morning.”
“Well for one, no. I’m gonna sit on the front lawn of your place with a beer and popcorn, and wait for your raggedy ass to come home. Then I’m gonna laugh, wondering why in the world you did something so stupid.”
“That hurts Niobe. I’ma remember that.”
She laughed. “Good. I’m gonna go, my turn is here, catch you on the flipside bitch.”
Call ended. The car flooded with music again, but it was some band she didn’t recognize.
“Wow I missed the whole song. I feel cheated.”
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tweet from Niobe Martin
“AW’s #Evolution is here! Gonna fuck up Jessie Lee and walk out head held high. Can you handle the pain?
Fuck the haters. #andstill
Niobe suddenly appears in front of the camera, the room barely lit. The title is over her shoulder as she tilts her head at the camera, one sick smile on her face.
”Well, well, well. Here we are eh Jessie? After the barbs thrown back and forth, and all of this fucking nonsense, we finally meet in the middle of the ring for this title. she pats it with a grin I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past couple of weeks. The moment when I can break your face, over and over, and nail it into your narrow pea sized fucking head that I am that crazy bitch you really shouldn’t sleep on. Ever.
I mean sure, I have had a lot of moments, a lot of down moments here where opportunities have slipped out of my hands and fallen away. Yes, it sucked, and that’s all my fault. I let them go because of my own stupid stupid decisions. Lack of want, of push, whatever you want to call it. But I won that television title, and it was glorious. I had it, and it was good. I did what I could, but it fell to the wayside but you can’t count me out for trying. Then I got this, and suddenly everything comes into focus again. I can’t be a fuck up, because I got you to deal with.
You, who has been the proverbial nail in my ass for a while. Frankly, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of you calling me all of this shit, a nobody. Well this fucking nobody has a fucking title, and you can’t stand that fact. It eats away at your very being every day. How I got ahold of this, when you could have had it. You failed, again. Just like before. You remember way back right? You had a chance, and you lost it. So who’s the nobody now? Hah, oh gods am I ever going to enjoy shoving your words back down your gaping mouth and making you choke on them all.
This match for me is more or less showing you and everyone else, that I am ready for what you have planned for me and I will deal you an ass kicking that you will never forget. You think that this is gonna be a breeze? Easy? You are fucking crazy if you think that you are even gonna walk out of Evolution at all with this. I plan on picking you apart, torturing you and making you scream out there. You aren’t ready for all this, and you can laugh all you want and talk all that stupid shit everyone’s heard before but when you’re lying bloodied…torn…bruised in the middle of that fucking ring wondering how in the bloody hell this nobody kicked your ass this bad…
Then you’ll know in that one painful, soul shattering moment not to mess…with…the Living Nightmare…Ever…again.
I’m walking in champion, I’m walking out as champion, and enjoying the fucking mess I leave you in that ring. This isn't some game to me, something I'm gonna screw up and hand you this title. This shit...this is fucking real. Real as the major ass kicking I give you in front of all those drooling people who expect their precious dommy mommy to leave with this title. They'll watch as I walk out with what is mine, and watch you twitch.
This is no game Jessie. It's just the realization that a nobody can beat a so called somebody and be phenomenal at it. This is your end. You’ve been marked for execution.”
Niobe grins at the camera, licking her lips before making a gun with her fingers and finally saying after a moment of silence…
”Bang.”
”Well, well, well. Here we are eh Jessie? After the barbs thrown back and forth, and all of this fucking nonsense, we finally meet in the middle of the ring for this title. she pats it with a grin I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past couple of weeks. The moment when I can break your face, over and over, and nail it into your narrow pea sized fucking head that I am that crazy bitch you really shouldn’t sleep on. Ever.
I mean sure, I have had a lot of moments, a lot of down moments here where opportunities have slipped out of my hands and fallen away. Yes, it sucked, and that’s all my fault. I let them go because of my own stupid stupid decisions. Lack of want, of push, whatever you want to call it. But I won that television title, and it was glorious. I had it, and it was good. I did what I could, but it fell to the wayside but you can’t count me out for trying. Then I got this, and suddenly everything comes into focus again. I can’t be a fuck up, because I got you to deal with.
You, who has been the proverbial nail in my ass for a while. Frankly, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of you calling me all of this shit, a nobody. Well this fucking nobody has a fucking title, and you can’t stand that fact. It eats away at your very being every day. How I got ahold of this, when you could have had it. You failed, again. Just like before. You remember way back right? You had a chance, and you lost it. So who’s the nobody now? Hah, oh gods am I ever going to enjoy shoving your words back down your gaping mouth and making you choke on them all.
This match for me is more or less showing you and everyone else, that I am ready for what you have planned for me and I will deal you an ass kicking that you will never forget. You think that this is gonna be a breeze? Easy? You are fucking crazy if you think that you are even gonna walk out of Evolution at all with this. I plan on picking you apart, torturing you and making you scream out there. You aren’t ready for all this, and you can laugh all you want and talk all that stupid shit everyone’s heard before but when you’re lying bloodied…torn…bruised in the middle of that fucking ring wondering how in the bloody hell this nobody kicked your ass this bad…
Then you’ll know in that one painful, soul shattering moment not to mess…with…the Living Nightmare…Ever…again.
I’m walking in champion, I’m walking out as champion, and enjoying the fucking mess I leave you in that ring. This isn't some game to me, something I'm gonna screw up and hand you this title. This shit...this is fucking real. Real as the major ass kicking I give you in front of all those drooling people who expect their precious dommy mommy to leave with this title. They'll watch as I walk out with what is mine, and watch you twitch.
This is no game Jessie. It's just the realization that a nobody can beat a so called somebody and be phenomenal at it. This is your end. You’ve been marked for execution.”
Niobe grins at the camera, licking her lips before making a gun with her fingers and finally saying after a moment of silence…
”Bang.”