Post by Jesse Styles on Apr 7, 2015 21:29:03 GMT -6
As Sasha slaps some fans hands heading back to the locker room. She is met at the top of the ramp by Nikita Romanova who is holding a light tube in one hand and a grin on her face, Nikita gives her a hug and turns towards the ring skipping towards it twirling her light tube like a baton.
She slides under the ropes and smashes it across the head of Bonecrusher who fell back to the mat with a grunt and thud as Nikita threw a few stiff kicks into his side before pushing him out from under the ropes and calling for a mic.
Nikita Romanova: The wheels are in motion, have been for some time now. This is where every plot and angle comes together, forming the final act. We have embarked on a journey, through hell and high water, to end with something spectacular. Where the people of NEW will finally have not one…but three stars worthy of their Envy. As for people like Bonecrusher down there…your future doesn't hold anything amazing. Your ride has come to its final stop. Everyone riding along are piling out. This train, your reign, is headed back to the station. You'll be set aside, forgotten about; as your replaced by something new, and fresh. Especially something fresh. You've led a mediocre career the best you could.
She laughs as a few fans starts a “She’s A Bitch” chant, Nakita raises a hand in the air and motions for them to keep it coming as she walks over looking out at Bonecrusher who was being checked on by the staff.
Nikita Romanova: You just need to know when to quit. And luckily for myself, and everyone else tired of your redundant bullshit, I've come to relieve you of your duties. No need for a fight, or argument; just realize that you were beat by a higher power. The times of the past is over; this place is headed for a new direction. A road much less traveled. We're no longer walking the path of mediocrity, we're turning on to the avenue of blonde perfection.
She hopes off the ropes and looks around the arena pointing at all the people sitting inside it, and in the back.
Nikita Romanova: You had to expected this. Only a matter of time. All organisms need to adapt. You failed to recognize this fact, until it was too late. But I'm sure you will be fine running back to whatever JV promotion you all came from. You have all always been sub par at best anyways.
She pauses gathering her thoughts as she soaks in the boos and chants thrown at her.
Nikita Romanova: Just think of this as an extermination. I'm ridding a beautiful, lively place of a disgusting cockroachs. Ones that are sucking the life out of this place. NEW has always come second fiddle to the egos and pride of old men. Who needs to envy them? Tell me WHO!? Your careers, will be finished. No rebirth. No swan song. You look at your lives in the ring with rose tinted shades…thinking you did something special in NEW. Thinking you gave these people a true show…you yap and yip about your great matches in the past. Through your jaded vision, you failed to see they all sucked. But that's how some people are. I understand that. Therefore, you need to understand that you've been replaced. Take your last bow. This curtain is lowering as we speak. So shine up MY title real nice.
She hopes up to the top rope looking towards the backstage. Her eyes full of sick pleasure in how the crowd was responding to her and her attack, along with her words as her hands make a motion around her waist.
Nikita Romanova: It'll look far better around my waist. And when each of the only three stars who deserve titles has one around her own waist…then and only then will people have something to envy. So until that day comes…tell me who needs envy?
She laughs and tosses the mic down hopping out of the ring and exiting to the back.
She slides under the ropes and smashes it across the head of Bonecrusher who fell back to the mat with a grunt and thud as Nikita threw a few stiff kicks into his side before pushing him out from under the ropes and calling for a mic.
Nikita Romanova: The wheels are in motion, have been for some time now. This is where every plot and angle comes together, forming the final act. We have embarked on a journey, through hell and high water, to end with something spectacular. Where the people of NEW will finally have not one…but three stars worthy of their Envy. As for people like Bonecrusher down there…your future doesn't hold anything amazing. Your ride has come to its final stop. Everyone riding along are piling out. This train, your reign, is headed back to the station. You'll be set aside, forgotten about; as your replaced by something new, and fresh. Especially something fresh. You've led a mediocre career the best you could.
She laughs as a few fans starts a “She’s A Bitch” chant, Nakita raises a hand in the air and motions for them to keep it coming as she walks over looking out at Bonecrusher who was being checked on by the staff.
Nikita Romanova: You just need to know when to quit. And luckily for myself, and everyone else tired of your redundant bullshit, I've come to relieve you of your duties. No need for a fight, or argument; just realize that you were beat by a higher power. The times of the past is over; this place is headed for a new direction. A road much less traveled. We're no longer walking the path of mediocrity, we're turning on to the avenue of blonde perfection.
She hopes off the ropes and looks around the arena pointing at all the people sitting inside it, and in the back.
Nikita Romanova: You had to expected this. Only a matter of time. All organisms need to adapt. You failed to recognize this fact, until it was too late. But I'm sure you will be fine running back to whatever JV promotion you all came from. You have all always been sub par at best anyways.
She pauses gathering her thoughts as she soaks in the boos and chants thrown at her.
Nikita Romanova: Just think of this as an extermination. I'm ridding a beautiful, lively place of a disgusting cockroachs. Ones that are sucking the life out of this place. NEW has always come second fiddle to the egos and pride of old men. Who needs to envy them? Tell me WHO!? Your careers, will be finished. No rebirth. No swan song. You look at your lives in the ring with rose tinted shades…thinking you did something special in NEW. Thinking you gave these people a true show…you yap and yip about your great matches in the past. Through your jaded vision, you failed to see they all sucked. But that's how some people are. I understand that. Therefore, you need to understand that you've been replaced. Take your last bow. This curtain is lowering as we speak. So shine up MY title real nice.
She hopes up to the top rope looking towards the backstage. Her eyes full of sick pleasure in how the crowd was responding to her and her attack, along with her words as her hands make a motion around her waist.
Nikita Romanova: It'll look far better around my waist. And when each of the only three stars who deserve titles has one around her own waist…then and only then will people have something to envy. So until that day comes…tell me who needs envy?
She laughs and tosses the mic down hopping out of the ring and exiting to the back.