Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 20:28:34 GMT -6
Don't even dare to try and tell me
what I can and can’t do.
cal·lous
adj.
1. Having calluses; toughened
2. Emotionally hardened; unfeeling: a callous indifference to the suffering of others.
"Performance, and performance alone, dictates the predator in any food chain." - #Fact
Scene One
I had not seen my baby sister for a very long time. She was back home in Russia still, and I was here in the states chasing my dream. We didn't exactly have the "perfect" relationship. She had always thought I had all the attention. I never saw it, because I had always worked hard to get where I was. She looked for the easy ways. Like in school, sports, and even professional wrestling; she had never succeeded the way I did, and it killed her at times. I'm sure she saw the clips from the PPV, her big sister making it onto American TV's for the first time, tearing them down in her mind. Making them disappear temporarily. She got injured when she was 18 and everything went down hill for her from there. She used to blame it on me, but I knew better than to believe that. She was constantly jealous with my success, so I decided I'd end all ties with her. I moved to America and stayed away from any contacts I once had. There was no "How are you?", or "How's the career?". The only time Alexia contacted me was when she had news to tell me. Not good news either. Things that I wouldn't like. She was always trying to one -up me, whenever it was possible.
When she called, I knew he wanted trouble.
I had woken up that day to the sound of a telephone ringing. I looked at my clock, it read 5:50 am.
Nikita Romanova:: "Great just what I wanted. To be woken up before the crack of dawn"
I mumbled to myself as I walked to the phone and picked it up.
Nikita Romanova:: "Hello?"
Caller::"Hey, Nik."
Nikita Romanova:: "Who is this?"
I asked after the unfamiliar voice said hello, my brow crinkled a little as I rubbed my eyes trying to place it.
Alexia Romanova::"It's Lex. I've got news for you."
God I didn't need this, this early in the morning.
Nikita Romanova:: "It's six a.m. I doubt there is anything that could be that important. But anyways, what is it?"
Alexia Romanova::"I'm wrestling again."
This wasn't much of a shock. Alexia was always pretty good, she could never just stay in one place for more than six months. She was always getting fired, or she'd quit because things weren't going her way.
Nikita Romanova:: "Oh really? Where at now?"
Alexia Romanova:: "X-Violence Wrestling."
Nikita Romanova::"Excuse me? I could've sworn I heard you say XVW"
Alexia Romanova:: "I did. See I'm gonna be a main eventer for Roman Dragga. I'm going to have the spotlight this time."
Nikita Romanova::"Are you kidding me? We might not get along...but sis that place is a death trap. They don't work safe...and you know the types of matches I do. You'll end up dead before they can fire you for fucking up.."
Alexia Romanova:: "Yeah, I doubt it this time Nik. I'm gonna do whatever I can to be bigger than you!"
Nikita Romanova:: "Good luck Lex, I'll be NEW TA Champion within the next few weeks. I figured you growing up would rid you of all this stupid jealousy over me. Guess not eh? Oh yeah, have you seen me on the PPV yet? It's real fun. Heh."
Alexia Romanova:: "Screw you Nik. Just wait. I'm sure you'll be seeing me sooner than you think."
Nikita Romanova::"Sure sis. More broken promises like usual eh? Call me when you actually have a match."
Alexia Romanova::"You really think your God's gift to wrestling don't you?"
Nikita Romanova::"Yeah. That's why I'm Queen Romanova. If you took some lessons from me you might not be half bad, you know?"
Alexia Romanova:: "It doesn't matter. I'm gonna be the reason why the Romanova name is remembered. I am the better Romanova!"
Nikita Romanova::"I would've thought you would be out of your little dream world by now. I guess not. You still that daydreaming punk that will never get anywhere."
Alexia Romanova::"Whatever, you'll see Nik. If it takes me three years to prove to everyone that I am better than you, I'm ready to do it. Maybe someday I'll be by America, and see that wonderful love of yours. How's Sammy?"
She said laughing. Then there was a click as Alexia hung up the phone. Damn family. Whenever I dealt with them there was only problems. But I had other concerns that week. Namely winning a shot at the TA title.
Scene Two :: Charity Balls and Vodka Shots
I leaned forward to the glass table in the middle of the hotel room. I picked up the razor blade, the overhead light glinting along the sharp surface. I looked at the blade, my blue eyes reflecting in the cold, clear metallic surface. I smiled leaning forward with the blade and tossed it onto the table. I giggled as I poured another shot and threw the Vodka down my throat, closing my pretty brown eyes and quickly poured out three more shots, moving down the line quickly as I purr feeling it hit the spot. I sat up smiling, sniffing hard and giving my head a shake as I stumbled for a second getting my body back aligned. My eyes glazed over and a smile on my face I leaned back on the black leather chair and dropped my purse.
Nikita Romanova:: "That was exactly what I needed."
The man at the other side of the room smiled at me. He was tall and broad with a great smile, he was what some women might have seen as incredibly handsome, his dark hair slicked back, his body clad in an expensive dolce and gabanna navy pin striped suit with the collar of his dress shirt opened ever so slightly so that his collar bone was exposed. I was dressed just as expensively in a pink silk chiffon Valentino dress, which clung to my perfect curves, topped off with matching Dior heels. I leaned my head back on the couch letting the grog of being a bit drunk wash over me, my back arched and my breasts facing upwards, accentuated by the silk of the dress.
Man:: "They're going to be wondering where you have gone to.”
Nikita Romanova:: “Let them, I owe them nothing.”
I continued sitting back on the chair with my head back and her eyes closed. The man moved from his chair over to my side smiling as he noticed my nipples protruding through the dress. He sat on the arm of the leather chair beside me and ran his hand gently down the length of my arm. I opened my eyes slowly and turned my head to look at him.
Nikita Romanova:: “What do you think you are doing?”
Man:: “Baby I thought we could get better acquainted.”
Nikita Romanova:: “Well you thought wrong I don’t associated with men like that. You’re hardly going to be the one I break that rule for.”
The man retracted his hand looking obviously offended. I didn’t know his name and I didn’t care. I had met him down stairs at the gala dinner I had to attend for wrestling publicity. Some charity or some shit...to make NEW look like it cared about people. But he was more then happy to buy me a nice bottle of Vodka so I let him sit around to watch.
Man:: “Well you gave all the signals down stairs.”
Nikita Romanova:: “And exactly what signals where they? I believe they where the signals of a girl who needed some vodka to liven up a charity dinner. You couldn’t handle me even if I let you.”
Man:: “Oh that sounds like a challenge to me.”
Nikita Romanova:: “Putting your shoes on the right feet would be a challenge for you.”
I stood up off the chair and fixed my dress, securing it around my chest so that nothing was exposed. I turned to the man and smiled, putting my glass of vodka down and picking up my bag while the man tried to get a glimpse down the dress. I turned on my heel and walked towards the hotel room door.
Man:: “You’re going?”
Nikita Romanova:: “Why would I be staying? I’ve gotten what I wanted.”
Man:: “You can’t be serious! You fucking cock tease.”
Nikita Romanova:: “You can think about me when you put you hand on your dick sweetheart. That’s about as close as somebody like you will ever get to someone like me.”
The man looked angry as I began to laugh, turning the doorknob and opening the large white door out into the hallway. I turned one last time giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss.
Man:: “You don’t know what you’re missing.”
Nikita Romanova:: “I promise my girlfriend can strap bigger then you can dream of being love.”
I smiled again before closing the door behind me. I gave my head a shake to clear it off, then threw my bag over my shoulder and made my way down the long hallway of the Royal Palms hotel, catching a glimpse of myself in one of the large windows and smiling approvingly. I fixed the dress one more time before entering the large doors into the main area where the gala charity dinner was being held.
The room was large and lined with numerous tables, seating the wrestling elite and some sick kids or something or other. The room elegantly decorated in streamers and ice sculptures. I had no time for anybody here, I was simply there to further my career. I could care less about terminally ill children and how my money could be wasted on them. I had better things to be spending my money on, but rather than get off to a bad start at NEW I had decided to attend. People like this disgust me, people that sat around in there Gucci suits and Prada dresses giving money to charity as if they are saints when in reality they spend the majority of their money on flash accessories for themselves. I was no better but at least I am honest about being the materialistic bitch I am, I had never once tried to sugar coat the fact that I was a woman who was driven by money and excitement. I walked across the room to where the alcohol was, I wasn’t about the grin and bear this while only tipsy and it was only a matter of time before the first round buzz wore off and I was left with the that feeling of sober hatred for all these idiots around me. I picked up a glass of wine with a sigh and took a sip of it.
Man Two:: “That expensive vodka tucked in your bag is God's way of saying you're making too much money.”
I turned, recognizing the familiar voice. In front of me smiling was the familiar face of Rick Davids, a blogger all about wrestling, charities and how wrestler were always fighting for a cure. I hated him. I've run into him more then once on one of his tours through the UK. I smiled, leaning back against the table and lifting my knee slightly, bringing the glass of wine to my wet lips and placing my other hand on the table behind me.
Nikita Romanova:: “Mr. Davids I do believe following me around like this pushes you into the category of stalker.”
Rick Davids:: “No Nikita, you’re simply the last wrestler here I need to interview before the end of the night. I’ve been looking around for you the past hour and a half.”
Nikita Romanova:: “I was powdering my nose.”
He leaned forward with a sigh and smile. He was always trying to guilt people at these events, and report on who was giving the most. Like it really mattered....do people really brag about which of their favorite stars waste the most money.
Rick Davids:: “You look lovely as always, and you really should drink less.”
Nikita Romanova:: “If I wanted to be lectured about my drinking I’d go to AA meeting with a bottle of Jack. Have you ever fucked a girl while shot gunning weed and vodka, it’s mind blowing.”
I licked my lips smiling teasingly and hoped to run him off before he dragged me off to talk to me about all of this. But sadly he was a man on a mission.
Rick Davids:: “Listen the camera crew are set up over there by the NEW display, drunk or not drunk we need an interview tonight you think you’re up for it?”
I turned to look at the elderly couple who where getting drinks beside me. The old man glanced in my direction with a smile on his face while his wife was oblivious; too busy concentrating on getting plastered. I tapped the woman on the shoulder and smiled, the elderly woman smiling back.
Nikita Romanova:: “Tell your husband I’m not a piece of meat and if he wants to have a good look at my tits to buy this months playboy and turn to the center page. There’s also a great picture there of my pussy.”
The elderly man’s jaw dropped and the woman visibly offended by my words looked on in disgust. I began laughing loudly drawing attention to myself from the bystanders. Rick was mortified and apologized to the little old woman before taking my hand and pulling me away from the bar as I continued to laugh.
Nikita Romanova:: “Woo watch it Ken you’re turning me on. I love it rough.”
Rick Davids:: “For the last time my name is Rick and we’re going to do this interview now before you get yourself thrown out.”
He led me across the room where the camera crew sat around where the equipment had been set up for interviews. I knocked back the rest off my glass of wine and slammed the glass down on the table next to me drawing the attention to myself.
Rick Davids:: “Ok lets get this show on the road before she gets completely wasted.”
I rolled my eyes at Rick's attempt at a snide remark. I had no time to argue with someone who obviously had his own opinions about my awesomeness. I am who I am, take it our leave it. Nobody’s opinion of me had ever mattered and they weren’t about to start. I took a place in front of the board, which was set up in front of the camera covered in NEW logos. Rick handed me the mic and began giving directions to the camera crew, I wasn’t listening though I was too busy paying attention to my reflection in one of the wall mirrors.
Rick Davids:: “Ok well we’re just start with the basics. You ready?”
Nikita Romanova:: “I sure am Nick.”
Rick ignored the fact that I had called him by the wrong name once again and motioned to the cameraman to start rolling the film. I stood by Rick's side, flashing my perfect smile at the camera.
Rick Davids:: “I’m here with one of the newest additions to the NEW roster Nikita Romanova. Nikita how are you enjoying you night so far?”
Nikita Romanova:: “Well if I am to be honest with you, I am bored out of my mind. It’s about as interesting as watching Johnny Bonecrusher wrestling, and lets face it there aint nothing interesting about that.”
Rick stood in shock for a second trying to gain his composure and move on to the second question.
Rick Davids:: “Well despite the, um, un-exciting events of the night we are raising money for a great cause. We are here to raise money for cancer research and the local children’s hospital.”
Nikita Romanova:: “Yea yea yes we’re all great people yadda yadda yadda. Come on Rick? Nobody here cares about terminally ill children! This is just an excuse for wrestling superstars to get hammered on over priced champagne and to feel better about themselves because they are not the ones terminally ill. To be honest though Ken I’ve never cared for children, they’re irritating and dirty. I’m hear for the free booze and the hopes of getting a decent buzz to bring home to my girlfriend so she can bend me over the staircase out back and give me a good seeing too.”
The cameraman froze to the spot; his jaw dropping open in disbelief while Rick Davids started to turn a bright pink not knowing what to say next. I stood, unfazed, smiling into the camera.
Rick Davids:: “Um… well… moving on to NEW. Recent occurrences have left the TA title within reach for you, and How are you feeling about all this?
Nikita Romanova:: “Well I’d be lying if I said I felt in anyway nervous about taking on Dixie Clement , she sounds like a name of a bad extra in a Seymore Butts movie. Was her mother stripper? Because that name had to be given to her at birth there’s no way a woman in her right mind would choose to be called Dixie. I should change my name to Anal Sex and join this little click of mindless strippers that seem to grace the backstage hallways of NEW. I may not have one match to my name. But hell if you think I am not going to beat some sense into this girl. I don’t care if I have to do it blind folded too avoid looking at that train wreck that is her body. She should seriously consider firing her plastic surgeon.”
Rick Davids:: “So you’re confident about going through this match for a title match?”
Nikita Romanova:: “Confident about going through to the this match? I’m confident about WINNING the this match. Look at me? I deserve to be the TA champion just because I’m this damn good looking! Regardless of the fact that when it comes to in ring ability I make your TA champion look like the bitch. I will prove first to Dixie and then to Envy I am the dominate force on Ignite. Anyone that gets thrown in my direction will be destroyed. I’m not the fuzzy lovey dovey female that men expect. I’m not the woman who likes to wander around with more in my bra than in my head. I’ll take this one step at a time I’ll concentrate more on the Envy after I kick the shit out of Dixie but for now I have some serious drinking to do so I don’t die of boredom.”
Rick Davids:: “Well it’s been nice talking to you again Nikita good luck with your match this week.”
Rick motioned for them to stop filming and turned to me looking slightly angry.
Rick Davids:: “What the hell was that? Nobody cares about terminally ill children? Anal Sex? Are you trying to get fired?
Nikita Romanova:: “Come on Ken, you want me to lie and pretend to care? Anyway a bit of Anal sex never hurt anybody… well… not a lot. Now excuse me, I must go powder my nose as this vodka buzz is beginning to wear off me.”
Extract From the Mind of Nikita Romanova
I've never been much of a compassionate person. I was born with it all, the looks, the money and the talent and I've never been fazed by anybody else. Some people say I'm self-centered, heartless but those people are losers, they have no idea what it's like being me. Being a winner all your life puts pressure on you to become the best; to work you’re hardest. I never slack. I never stop trying my best to be the best. I'm a woman who gets what she wants one hundred percent of the time and right now what I want is success. Success in the ring and success in life. I've always been driven, I don't want to be just another pretty faced valet, when it comes to my career I want to be on top, I want to be number one and if I have to demolish, destroy or sleep my way to the top then I will. There is no such thing as second place to me; second place is another way of saying the best loser. I've come to NEW to make my name heard, to have my power felt, to have my presence effect everybody on the roster. There is no one on that roster that has anything on me; I'm the most beautiful woman in the business. I care not what the fans think; I care not what my fellow wrestlers think. I love to see a woman go out and grab the World by the balls, life's a bitch, you've got to go out and kick ass. Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done. I've worked hard to get where I am and to become the woman I've become and if that makes me a bitch than so be it I'm a bitch and I will wear the name with pride.
Scene Three :: Three Years Ago ::
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Hannah had just moved back to Russia. She had called me three days before some local super show. I fail to recall what loser I was going to be beating on in three days. But they never mattered anyway.She had asked if I wanted to go down and see the house and explore the city, and i gladly obliged. I had needed a vacation lately. My body ached. This break couldn't of had come any sooner.
Hannah and I had decided to go to one of the bars in town. The Pit it was called. We walked in, and almost right away, I noticed the cute girl behind the bar. The babyface drew me in, as she caught me staring at her. I chuckled to myself and looked down at my feet; shaking my head. I'd have to go introduce myself. I mean, I am Nikita Romanova.
It had been a long night for me working in this dive that had been my occupational home for the past year. Ever since Daddy had chosen his new wife over me and kicked me out, I had to make a living. So it was to be The Pit that I could get a job. I applied for cleaner and more respectable jobs but all anyone ever saw in me was some poor little rich girl who was spoiled and didn't know how to work. If only they knew what I had been through, the sort of hell. On this night though there was an atmosphere of something different and it was at that time I saw her for the first time. A very good looking woman who seemed very familiar to me; who she was, I had absolutely no idea. She was coming my way though as I was pouring shots of Southern Comfort to our regulars. I tried to keep my composure and seem at ease but there was just something in her eyes that made me quiver with nervousness.
After we had gotten our seats, I walked over to the woman I had looked over when I had first gotten there. She was pouring shots of Southern Comfort. She had this "girl next door" look to her. Extremely attractive, and I could tell that she was checking me out as I walked over. I reached the bar and introduced myself.
Nikita Romanova:: "Hey there. Could I have a glass of vodka, and a glass of Crown Royal on the rocks? By the way, I'm Nikita."
I looked at her as she had said her order and then her name. Her eyes gazed at me so intently that I just knew she wasn't just undressing me with her eyes. No she was trying to get into the depths of my mind. I wanted to blush in fact more then that I wanted to crawl under the bar counter and hide myself. I never did well under pressure especially when a woman, a very attractive woman was interested in me. I looked at her after pouring the shots and began to take out the bottles that would be needed to serve her drinks.
Samantha Kingston:: "I'll get those to you right away and my name's Samantha."
Oh god was she sexy. She just seemed so innocent. And her voice; it was so soft and sweet. This girl seemed like an angel, and I was the devil. But I could tell she wanted a bad girl. She needed one. A girl who could keep her on her toes; give her the excitement she desperately needed in her life.
Nikita Romanova:: "So is it always this busy in here? Heh, I can only imagine the amount of times a good looking girl like you gets hit on by scumbags."
Samantha Kingston:: "More then I care to think about. It's pretty much like this every night though and if it isn't the same jerk over and over again it's a brand new one. What can I say, it's a never-ending cycle."
I said to her but I couldn't help but smile. Usually I was very shy around customers, especially the ones that hit on me but her... She was too sexy not to be instantly attracted to. I poured her glass of vodka and slid it over to her. I then poured the glass of Crown Royal on the rocks and slid that over to her. I offered one last smile.
Samantha Kingston:: "Well here's your drinks, I probably better get back to work."
Nikita Romanova:: "Thanks, I appreciate it. Before I get back to the table, how about you do a shot with me? Don't worry it's on me."
I threw her one of my patented shit eating grins. It was weird because with Samantha, I wasn't worried about getting a fun night. Her innocent look is what attracted me. I decided that before I left the bar tonight, not only would I be shit faced, but I'd have Samantha's number.
I couldn't help but smile coyly at her and nodded. I poured a short of tequila for myself and also for her. I wasn't a big drinker which is sort of ironic considering my profession, but I guess something was just telling me to do it. I slid the shot of tequila over to her and got the one for myself. I lifted my shot glass up and smirked at her.
Samantha Kingston::"All right bottoms up."
We both took the shot, and I put my glass down second before she did. The face she made after taking it told me she didn't often drink. For some reason I found that to be attractive. She truly was one of a kind. I knew I should've came to this sleepy city long before this. I figured I'd let her get back to her job, before she started getting bitched at by what seemed to be her regulars. I'd surely be back up to see her. I took my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill.
Nikita Romanova:: "Theres for the drinks. You can keep the change. I'll let you get back to your regulars before they start bitching. I'll be back up."
I smiled at her again as she smiled back. Our eyes locked for a moment, which seemed like forever. I then walked back to the table with Hannah.
I looked at the hundred dollar bill in shock. My smile soon evaporated as I wasn't quite sure what to think. What exactly did she want from me? I shook my head and was sure I paled a bit in the face. In fact I know I went pale because one of my fellow bar mates looked at me and asked if something was wrong. I shook my head and rang up the drinks that he had ordered earlier. I didn't feel right in keeping such a large tip. I came up with about eighty-five dollars to hand back to her. I left from behind the counter and walked over to his table. I put the eighty-five dollars on the table and looked at her, the smile gone.
Samantha Kingston:: "I'm sorry Ma'am but I can't keep that much money. I rang you up for your drinks and that is as much as I will do."
I then turned before she could utter a single word and walked back to my post. I knew what she wanted because it was what they all wanted from me; sex. Well this was not going to happen, even though I found her so attractive. I got back behind the counter and began taking orders again but all the while I felt her watching me.
I turned back to hear her say she couldn't take the rest of the change, but before I could insist that she kept it, she walked off, taking another order. I smiled to myself realizing her game of hard to get. I walked back to the table with a large smile on my face, with a plan. I sat down, placing Hannah's drink in front of her, and mine in front of me. I pulled a pen from my pocket and scribbled my cell phone on to a ten dollar bill. Next time I was to go up, she'd be getting my number whether she liked it or not.
Hannah Marie::"What are you all smiles about Nikita?"
Nikita Romanova:: "You see that girl up there Hannah? I just met her, and already I'm extremely attracted. I promise you before this night is over, we'll be more than just acquaintances. She'll be coming back to Moscow with me."
Hannah Marie::"Yeah, well I’ll believe it when I see it."
I glanced at her as I went back to the bar counter. As I glanced at her I noticed she scribble something down on what appeared to be a ten dollar bill. I didn't know what it was and frankly I didn't want to know. I felt in my gut if I spent too much time with that woman then I would end up traveling down a road I ought not to. Yes she was good looking and I would have loved to of made love to her in an instant, but I wasn't that type of girl. In fact I was still a virgin, yes there was that one incident a year ago but it wasn't my fault. It was as this point the memories of that dark night last year came back to me and started flooding my mind.
I didn't want to remember but it was so hard not to. I needed a moment to collect myself so I asked Sherri if I could take a breather and go outside. She agreed, knowing exactly what was wrong. I grabbed my jacket as the weather was unbelievably cool for this time of year and walked outside. I threw on the jacket, walked to the alley beside the building that was well lit, and leaned back against a wall. I breathed a sigh of relief and pressed a hand to my forehead which was burning up from all of the excitement that evening.
Nikita Romanova:: "I'll be right back Hannah."
Hannah Marie:: “Where are you going now?”
Nikita Romanova:: "I'm going to finish what I started."
I saw her walk out from behind the bar and go outside through the backdoor. I decided that I needed to go and have more of an in depth conversation with her. Let her know I was attracted. I walked towards the bar and followed the same way she had gone out.
Nikita Romanova:: "I hope it wasn't something I said or did."
She jumped as I spoke to her, and she stared straight at me, pale as hell, as if she had seen a ghost.
I looked at her and shook my head, feeling my stomach churn with nausea. I turned so that the side of my body was leaning against the brick wall. I crossed my arms against my chest and took a small step forward so that I would be in the light.
Samantha Kingston::"It's...not you it's just been a rough night. Wait what am I saying it's been a rough year, incredibly rough. I can't wait for the day that I can get the heck out of this place and do something I actually enjoy that doesn't leave me feeling sick to my stomach every night I walk home."
I didn't know why I was admitting so much to her, I guess in some ways I felt comfortable with her though I wasn't sure why.
Things were changing...they changed so much for me then...and they were changing so much for me now. I missed her, I wasn't able to bring her with me when I moved here for this. But If I won this match, then won the belt I could bring her back with her. Have her at my side...keep me focused and not lashing out at everything that breaths. She was...no she is my zen. And right now...I was unhinged. Unbalanced. And the only way I knew how to bring things back into focus. Back into zen...was to inflict maximum pain.
Outro
I stood alone in the small alley. God if I knew where I was, but it was where the crew told me to be to cut my last promo for the match. I was dressed in a pair of jeans with a black tank top hugging my body. My blonde hair was free and resting on my shoulders. I stood under a single light, my lips twisted into a grin I started to speak, knowing my words would weave through their minds...slowly driving into the depths to drive my simple message home.
Nikita Romanova:: “Really Jesse....Dixie? Poor sweet Dixie. That is who you have opted to sacrifice to me? Your looking for a good show next week...someone to finally push Al Envy. To finally have a champion worthy of Envy, or respect...a champion you know will not let the belt leave this show.
And your back up plan in case the world opts to screw me is Dixie...you could have done better. We both know Al is no match for your wife...and we both know the belt can't leave Ignite. If it does...the other brand has everything...and you the man who built NEW has nothing...you need me to win this match. Then you need me to beat Al, and then deep down you need me to beat your wife. Must be getting hard for you to sleep at night...this brand split must be hell on that mind of yours. But it's ok..first Dixie. Then Al. Then your wife...they will all bow to the queen and TA title will be safe.”
I grin wider as I giggle running my fingers through my hair.
Nikita Romanova:: But I'll give you some credit, Dixie. You can finally be famous for something. You can forever be known as the first notch on my belt. And if your banking on little Johnny Bonecrusher coming to save you...the great wrestler of 16 years who has it out to scerew me over...well then your going to be let down more then every person who has ever had to suffer through one of his lame promos. It's simple. Lay down...walk away...and beg for mercy. Then let me bleach that pretty head of your blonde and you can come under the wings of Me, Sasha, and Tegan and learn to be a true competitor here...and not another waste of space.”
I leaned back against the wall my tongue tracing my lips as another giggle escaped my lips.
Nikita Romanova:: "You're about to get your ass handed to you. The stage is set, and it's time for the opening lines. Don't mess up...this is your one chance. But please understand this one simple fact, the one fact Johnny still can't grasp. It's not that I think I'm better than you. I know I am. I know this one is in the bag. You don't have nearly as much to lose in this match as I do...but you also have a chance of gaining anything but a slightly shorter career. When you look across the ring...when you look into my eyes and you know I'm there simply to hurt you...you will start to doubt yourself. That's where I capitalize. The audience has voted and it's no longer your time to shine.”
I paused stepping close to the camera pressing two fingers to my lips kissing them softly and then pressing them to the lens.
Nikita Romanova:: I'm a winner. I'm a Queen. But mostly... I'll always be that much better than you. Pray hard Dixie, and hope an act of God keeps me from the ring. Otherwise...your victim one...the index patient of my rise to glory. Congrats on finally finding your way into the history books.”
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