Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 15:18:12 GMT -6
sin
n.
1. A transgression of a religious or moral law, especially when deliberate.
2. Theology.
a. Deliberate disobedience to the known will of God.
b. A condition of estrangement from God resulting from such disobedience.
3. Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong.
The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, are a classification of vices used in early Christian teachings to educate and protect followers from basic human instincts. The church divided sin into two types: venial (forgiven without the need for the sacrament of Confession) and capital (meriting damnation). Beginning in the early 14th-century, the popularity of the 7 deadly sins with artists of the time engrained them in human culture around the world. The generally accepted deadly sins are superbia (pride), avaritia (greed), luxuria (lust), invidia (envy), gula (gluttony), ira (wrath), and acedia (sloth). Each deadly sin is opposed by one of the corresponding Seven Holy Virtues.
You don't want to get on the bad side of me. I lack compassion and I lack conscience the two things that they say makes the soul. Does this mean I have no soul? What is a soul anyway? Something that helps you differentiate between right and wrong? I'm not a stupid woman I can tell the difference between right and wrong I just don't care. Apathetic is defined as feeling or showing no emotion. I guess you could call me apathetic, somewhat. There are few emotions I let show mostly the ones that involve anger or greed. The Lord knows I’m a sinner. I base my life on the seven deadly sins after all what fun would life be without sinning? Not all of us can be squeaky clean mirror images of perfection some of us have blood rushing through our veins forcing us to be human forcing us to feel excitement and blood lust and the extremities of life. Souless? Maybe. Passionate? Definitely.
SCENE 1 - Gluttony / Sloth
Gluttony (Overindulgence) - Thoughtless waste of everything, overindulgence, misplaced sensuality, uncleanliness, and maliciously depriving others. Marked by refusal to share and unreasonable consumption of more than is necessary. Substance abuse or binge drinking. Dante explains it as "excessive love of pleasure".
Sloth (Apathy) - Apathy, idleness, and wastefulness of time. Laziness is particularly condemned because others must work harder to make up for it. Irresponsibility. Abandonment, especially of God. Sloth is a state of equilibrium: one does not produce much, one does not consume much. Dante wrote that sloth is the "failure to love God with all one's heart, all one's mind and all one's soul".
My match with Grave Digger had been on the forefront of my mind all week. After my loss at the cheating, dirty little hands of Blair… I was determined I would never have another loss against my record unless the opponent was worthy. I would never again lose to a glorified jobber like Blair and I would not lose my match against Grave Digger. He may not be the superstar wrestler I wanted to be stepping into the ring against but he was the last step up the ladder to the TA title.
The week had been dragging in. A week of training hard and sweating until my body was dehydrated I decided that the weekend was here now and I would celebrate my win over Grave Digger in advance. The music of DJ Ajaxx thumped in the background as I entered the women's toilets. My hair tied back high on my head; my beautiful body was clad in a Metallica t-shirt and a pair of tight denim jeans. Dance music had always been my pleasure of choice; with dance music came drugs, sex and alcohol, my three favourite things on the planet. Numerous women stood at the sinks in the toilet looking at themselves in the mirrors under the purple neon lights that illuminated the marble of the surprisingly clean toilets. I stood at one of the many sinks and looked at myself in the mirror. My pupils were dilated and my cheeks flushed. I dipped my head down splashing water against my face to try and cool my skin down. The sting of sweat irritated my skin and the cocaine was enhancing the feeling of irritation. I walked over the hand drier pressing the chrome button so that it began to blow out cold air. I turned it around so that the air began to blow upwards, placing my face over it and feeling the cool air hit my burning skin. I closed my eyes letting the air cool my face and blow the small strands of hair from my eyes. I pulled back and put the hand drier back where it should be. I walked to the door of the toilet glancing back in the mirror at myself one last time before pushing open the door and letting the heavy music fill my ears.
This is was life is about. Overindulgence.
I walked across the huge dark room, where numerous sweaty people lined the wooden floors as lights flashed rapidly around the room. I dipped my hand behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of Vodka for myself with a smile. I walked behind one of the large speakers which was banging out music causing the floor to shake and glasses of alcohol to bounce on the small wooden tables, which were scattered around the room. I walked towards the bar where a little leather chaired booth full of people dressed similar to myself sat. I slid into the booth beside them. One of the women toned and muscular turned and threw her arm over my shoulder. She turned to me and smiled shouting loudly so she could be heard over the music.
Darla: "Where did our little wrestler get herself to then?"
I smiled back at the woman. She was a long term 'friend' I had met through the life I lived. She, like me, was rich and apathetic. Not caring about anything or anyone but herself and her own self-indulgence. I leaned forward pulling the bottle onto the table with a grin at the woman.
Darla: "Well doesn't our beautiful Nikita always come across with the goods. One problem though, that's one bottle...what will that do us for the night? Nikita sweetheart you'd make it through that in a couple of hours yourself."
Nikita Romanova: "Well you see Darla this is what I like to call a taster. Something to heighten the senses while we decide whether or not we want to buy the rest of the bar. You see there is no point buying the whole pig unless you have tasted the sausage."
Darla grinned and grabbed the bottle, popping it open and taking a swig before pushing it across the table to Nikita who took a swig of the vodka herself with a purr. Places like this where my playground, places where people were all in the same state of mind as myself. Here for the sex drugs and dance.
Darla: "Isn't a bit stupid for a woman of such sporting expertise to be out partying a couple of nights before a match that could determine the rest of her career in NEW?"
Nikita Romanova: "Don't you listen to a word I say? I'm up against Grave Digger he is hardly a challenge now is he? I mean have you seen the man? He has no personality! I'm not going to be beaten by some man with another boring brooding big bad evil gimmick...I mean really? How many people in wrestling can be this fuckin emo! Anyway his head has been so far up his own ass this last week I'm surprised he remembers he has a match against anybody. There is only one woman he should be worried about and that is Nikita Romanova because I will be the woman that stops him in his tracks towards the TA title. If he got his head out of his own ass for more than two seconds he would see that he is just another pathetic man playing dress up trying to make people think he is some evil monster. Hell if he had half a brain he should be worried about a mediocre man like himself, being lost in the hearts and minds of the fans and the industry as a whole before he can cry again about woo ois Digger. I'll knock him to the mat with one swift kick after all this is me we're talking about Darla, I don't fall at the hands of just anyone."
I smiled to her as she continued looking at the bottle as I pushed it across the table to her. She grinned with joy as she chugged another good bit from the bottle before wiping her lips on her sleeve.
Darla: "Where did you get this from?"
Nikita Romanova: "I know people who know people. The wrestling business has other upsides apart from the money and the half naked women. Some of these people know good vodka when they see it and some of them know it’s best to tell me where it is so I can enjoy it too."
I slipped out of the booth with a grin to go and pick up a few more bottles for the group as the night was young and just getting started. I leaned one elbow on the wooden bar, resting my head in my hand I watched as the bar man run back and forth up and down the bar serving drinks to his thirsty customers.
Nikita Romanova: “Yo! Barman! Get you ethnic minority ass over here and get me a few more bottles!”
The man turned slightly hearing my loud words above the crowd of people and the loud music in the background. I smirked happy that I had gotten his attention with my racial slur as I waited for my drink Darla came up behind me, wrapping her strong arms around me and smiling.
Darla: “So when are we going to be having this big party for the new TA champion.”
Nikita Romanova: “Don’t count your chickens yet Darla I still have to get the belt. I know you don’t know a lot about wrestling but the basics are; you can’t just run in and get a title shot you have to beat people down first before they hand me the title. Grave Digger stands in my way of glory. You should hear some of the crap he’s been coming out with this week?”
Darla: “Like?”
Nikita Romanova: “Like claiming I have no spot in this match. That all I do is shake my ass. What the hell is that about? He thinks he’s dealing with just another run of the mill ‘Diva’ then he has another thing coming because I will not sit there and look pretty and give him the chance at the title that was made to be around my waist, oh no. I plan to dominate in this match proving to the World that Nikita Romanova is not just another bitch that spends more time doing her make up and brushing her hair rather than kicking ass in the ring. I’m not the Blair’s or the Scarlet’s of this World, who may I add both have faces like a bulldog that's just licked piss off a nettle. I don’t rely on a man to push my career forward. I rely on myself and myself alone. I know what I want and I go for it I don’t have to seek approval from a man. Gravedigger should be referred to as a ‘Diva’ he has the exact same personal attributes as the typical Diva. Cares too much about his gimmick and ring clothes...might I add all that body paint takes twice as long to get ready then my ring gear ever does, runs his mouth off at every chance he gets and is too busy sniffing around trying to get people to approve of all the work he did to make himself, to do anything useful with his career. Next thing you know he’ll be modelling for hot topic just to prove he really is dark and edgy, and doesn't play by anyones rules.”
Darla snockered continuing to keep her arms around me. They were just friends, they had known each other since high school when they ruled the school. Both where raised in wealthy families both knowing the joys of drugs and sex it was a friendship built on mutual understanding. She understood what drove me to be a winner and my level head impressed her when it came to getting what I wanted. My determination never failed to impress her. Wrestling was the perfect stage for me, it was a stage where I could show off my passion and determination and be rewarded for it.
Nikita Romanova: “The man is a menace Darla, he’s a joke of a wrestler. He constantly reminds me of reasons why I am better than he is, he constantly disregards the fact that he is one of the worst wrestlers NEW has seen. He keeps talking about how he is like nothing I have faced...when he knows nothing about me. I’ve seen so many with the same thing he is. Dark, brooding, and talking themselves. Acting like this makes them special. Like this this will somehow make them stand out. He is by far as unoriginal as they come yet week in and week out he will step into that ring and run his mouth once again. I don’t know whether he is brave or ridiculously stupid. Jesse was better off hiring a trained monkey for this match. What the hell can Gravedigger do, a trained chimp can’t? The man is a joke.”
The bar man eventually came to my aid as Darla put her hand in the air indicating that we needed a fill up. As I continued to speak Darla ordered me a double vodka on ice and ordered herself some more Bacardi. I smiled as I continued to talk about my match. The passion I had for it was obvious in my voice. The woman that was once referred to as apathetic had finally found something that she actually did care about. I had finally grown into the passionate career driven woman I had been destined to become.
Nikita Romanova: “I can’t even stress it enough Darla. I mean, I’m actually surprised it’s going to be either me or him as the champ, Jesse wants a real winner. Not Envy, that petty excuse of a man who I would have assumed was gay if it wasn’t for his constant clinging to women for vindication of his sexuality. If I wear Gravedigger I’d be afraid to step into the ring with Envy again after he loses his world title shot to Austen and comes looking for this belt again. I mean that match would pretty much lead to Envy going Max McMeddler on him and bend Digger over the ropes. I swear, too many idiots not enough bullets.”
Darla knew I had a tendency to go on a bit when I was vodka fuelled. Vodka brought out the passion in me made me aware of exactly what it was I wanted and exactly what I must do to achieve it. It was like with my vodka habit came clarity, a clarity that led me to rightfully believe I was the best female wrestler this industry had ever seen and boy did I know it. Darla picked her drink and mine up from the bar and draped her arm across my shoulder, directing me across the room towards the booth full of people now animatedly talking. She put her drink down and let me slide into the booth beside her. I sat for a minute, watching the people around her devour the drugs and drink laid out in front of them.
Darla: "So this Blair chick? Did she hurt you last week?"
Nikita Romanova: "Darla I'm a big girl, please don't start trying to play the strong woman routine with me. I am well able to look after myself in the ring and well for your information no Blair did not hurt me. She fluked a win out of me that’s for sure and hurt my pride but she didn't not hurt me physically, I will however leave her black and blue the next time I get a shot at her cheap ass. She's not fit to hold a win over. She's not even fit to hold the name 'woman'. A joke of a wrestler with a joke of a family. Someone who spends her life looking for a moderately strong man to lean on for self-gratification and to make her dismal career look slightly more interesting. Now shut up and lets party..I have to work in the morning so lets enjoy the night!”
Darla smirked and rolled her eyes as we both knocked back our drinks with a scream. the night was young and we would party till the sun came up, after all I was on the verge of being the new TA champ, and there was no way a dated gimmick man like Gravedigger was going to find a second chance at fame by getting over on me.
SCENE TWO
Baby Comes Home - Months Ago
I still couldn't believe I was standing outside her door with nothing more than a black duffel bag and a hope that she would help me out. The home I was standing on the doorstep of was that of Nikita Romanova, the woman I met the other week at the bar. That stupid hellhole had let me go because they felt I wasn't giving all I had to the job. No, the only thing they were pissed about was that I wouldn't sleep with any of the customers. Contrary to popular belief I had found out the hard way that the dive I worked in was nothing more then a wide underground prostitution ring. It was either become one of those women or get fired. I chose the latter of the two. So here I was, hoping Nikita would help me out. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. If she didn't help me out then I didn't know what I was going to do.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knocking at my door. I threw on my towel and wrapped it around my chest. I walked to the door and opened it up. There in front of me stood the same beautiful girl I had met in New Orleans. Samantha her name was. We had clicked from the start, but I couldn't understand why she was at my doorstep. She had a couple bags with her, and I could tell she was here to move in. It wouldn't be a problem though.
Nikita Romanova: "Hey. What are you doing here?"
I quickly looked her over and began to blush. I hated that I was doing it but what else could I do? She was so gorgeous and I was very attracted to her, not only that but she was standing there in nothing but a towel. I shook my head quickly and put on my most sweet and charming smile.
Samantha:[/b] "Good you remember me...Listen I have a huge problem Nikita and you were the only person I could turn to...I've been fired, I have no money, no family, no friends, only the things that are in my bags here. I was hoping maybe you could help me out in some way."
I didn't want her to think that I was the type of woman who mooched. If she was willing to help me then I would be willing to do anything for her, absolutely anything at all.
I thought for a second about what I should do, and the answer was clear. Here was this beautiful blonde, goody two shoes looking girl, asking for my help. Christ I lived in a huge house, with only me in it. How could I resist this temptation? It was quite clear, I couldn't.
Nikita Romanova: "Yeah come on in. I'm the only one who lives in this house. It gets big and empty sometimes. I could definitely use a good looking girl like you around."
I took a double take and couldn't help but smile gratefully yet shocked. Was she telling me I could live with her? I took her advice and stepped in, still holding onto my bags. I looked around at the gorgeous home and couldn't help but smile even wider. I looked at Nikita trying to give her the impression that whatever she wanted was hers, absolutely whatever she wanted. I then began to speak to her in a sweet but sexy voice.
Samantha:[/b] "Thank you so much Nikita, you have no idea how much I appreciate this...You're a life saver and my hero."
I couldn't help it, I walked over to her so that we were toe to toe and stepped up on my tip toes. I then gently kissed hercheek. After doing that I stepped back and smiled.
I felt a smile slowly creep across my face after she had kissed me. She was extremely attractive, and I liked the innocent look going on. It definitely beat the sluts I had been drunkenly bringing home. Besides, I could tell there was a physical attraction since we had first met. There was just that bond between some people, and I felt it between us. It would be nice to have a her around the house. I hadn't lived with a women since Krystal, and that was almost two years ago. Now maybe I could settle down instead of fulfilling my nights with easy pussy and one night stands. Thinks looked like they were working out finally. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would come to America with me for my gig at NEW. Things were only going up…
Nikita Romanova: "Come in, I'll show you where you can stay."
I'd be letting her stay in my guest bedroom for now. I had the oncoming suspicion that that wouldn't last long. She'd be sleeping in my bed soon enough. Heh. I had always been good with getting what I wanted..
I nodded and clutched my belongings. I couldn't believe that I had kissed her! That was the first time I had ever been that forward with a woman. I couldn't help myself though, she was taking me into her home and making sure I would be okay. I followed her throughout the gorgeous home until we came to an upstairs guest room which was even more beautiful than words can begin to describe. I looked around in awe and then back at her with an excited smile.
Samantha:[/b] "This is gorgeous Nikita! I couldn't ask for anything better then this, thank you so much. You really are my Savior."
Nikita Romanova: "I prefer Queen, but Savior works."
I had said with a grin slipping across my face. I watched her as she started setting up. Amazing body, amazing face. I continued to stare at her and she kept bending over, and putting things away. My god was she amazing. But she'd be staying here for now on so I had to take things slow. I wanted this to work out and that was something new for me…
SCENE THREE
Nikita Romanova: “It's almost as if this is being handed to me. I am taking on Gravedigger. A man who's name comes with such fear, that if you have never heard of Gravedigger, then you're not a true fan. Gravedigger is the man who built himself...built all hehas with his own two hands! He is the man who made the name Gravedigger what it is today. He is the king of wrestling in general….
I paused with a small laugh as I looked into the camera.
Nikita Romanova: “It's all bullshit to me. I'm the goddess.”
I grinned with a small shrug as I stood on the set of the newest promo room set up by NEW. If this was the best they had for me...the best was as good as mine. If this creature of darkness was all jesse could muster to try and keep the belt off me he would would have to better.
Nikita Romanova: “Step aside Gravedigger, I'm in control. Your time is over, and has been for some time now. No one cares about your body paint. No one cares about your darkness. No one is scared of you...we all know it’s just a big show. A big slide of hand to take the attention off the ability you lack in the rin. Accept it. No excuses, no reasons. You're not what you once were. Not that it truly was anything special to begin with. This is my time now. I've proven I'm the best, and I've proven that I can beat legends. Ask Dixie, ask bonecrusher, ask Blair why she had to cheat to win. Christ ask the entire roster. They'll tell you that Nikita romanova IS Queen. They know who runs NEW.”
I tapped my chin softly thinking over how easy this would be...how pathetic the man they sat before was. How I would tear him apart...and rip the sad crazy thought he had that he was the monster in this match…
Nikita Romanova: “Sure here comes your next promo. "Nikita, you're only a sad silly woman. You'll never move any higher than that. People don’t pay to see you kiss ass, people don’t pay to see you shake it, you didn’t work for this, you're falsely confident, I’m a monster, fear me!" Please. Must we go through this? The place you built for yourself, the throne you seem to think is yours. Is only in your head. We don’t even fuckin know what your talking about in your promos half the time...let quote for you all from the promo Gravedigger blessed us all with earlier. “as soon as people with a quarter of a fucking brain cell realize it your grammar is completely fucked up.” Grammer? You do know grammar is in writing...that there is no grammar in a promo.” That right now I’m speaking… are you that lost Gravedigger? That consumed in your own dark little world you don’t even know what it is we do? Christ kid...stop writing dark brooding fan fiction about you and Bella Swann and focus on your job.
I sigh with a small laugh. Grammer? Really...is he that pathetic and uneducated he dosn’t even know grammar is written words, and my promos are spoke. I was going to have to ask Jesse where he dug this relic up.
Nikita Romanova: “Ever since I came here, the Blondes came here, you've been cast to the shadows. Sure you had success, but it was before the newer blood arrived. It was before Nikita Romanova and Tegan came and took the throne. How many haters do I have to impress? How many times do I have to beat a legend in order to be respected?
Who knows? Who cares? My name still means something, while yours is being pissed on. Yeah, by me. I don't respect you. Never have, probably never will. When I look at you I see an overrated talent. A guy who has won some big matches, but lost just as many. But wait, look at the monster. Fear the drag queen with the body paint fetish! Like I said before, look at the talent this place had before I showed up. You had guys like Father Nathan, and women like Blair main carding. You had guys like Al Envy with a title. God damn give me a break. You can't win this match. You claim all the skill, all the passion, and all the monsters inside your head. But when you step in the ring we all know you can’t win the big match.”
I laugh leaning against the wall my arms folding across my chest.
Nikita Romanova: “You can't win THIS match. The cards are laid out in front of you. You have to beat me, to show everyone that you're still the MONSTER. You never were. You NEED to win this match in order to get your credibility back. You've been on a slide Gravedigger. We all know it, we've all seen it. You been running through curtain jerks while I’ve been beating the ass of legends. I’ve already won this match, and now I'm running away with it. You can say whatever you like. "This match is for the Monster." "This match was over before it started. Nikita can't compare to Gravedigger." Funny, because I think everyone else sees this match in a different way. They see a failed monster, a joke of a man trying to relive his glory days. They see you trying to compete with a superstar of the next generation. They all know you've expired. They all know that this is your way of trying to succeed again. It won't happen. It can't happen. We can't have an older talent as the face of this company. You've been outdone again Gravedigger. Stepping into a match you won't make it out of. I wish I could have helped you. Because truly, it is too bad. It's sad to see a man who can't let go of his past. His "glory days" so to speak. Sure you were creative before. I mean I've heard great things about your past. Where is it now Digger? All I see is jealous old man, because I am in the spot you once were. I am the woman who can lead the NEW in to bigger and better things. I've been chosen to lead the troops into battle. I've been chosen to lead the destiny of greatness. You thought this was still your time, but you've been replaced. You've been outdone. You think your past matches were a challenge? Well you haven't faced Nikita Romanova. But you get your chance, at Ignite.
You get to be a name on the long list of fallen competitors.
You get to be a name. What you were all along. Just a name. A name that was given too much credit around here. I figure it's time for me to show the people who the true Royalty of NEW is. It saddens me to say that you won't be in the throne.”
I laugh as I walk towards the camera making a title motion around my waste. My face getting as close as it can to the camera and still stay in focus so Digger can read my lips, and I can make sure he doesn't miss a single word I say. Letting him see each lip movement so he can check my grammar and make sure it lines up with the words he wrote for me in his head…
Nikita Romanova: “I give you credit though. You're still willing to fight, even knowing your time passed you by. Congrats, you're now a has been. You're now just king of the curtain jerkers, who can't go to the big time anymore. You aren't the Main Event caliber of me. Go back to your matches with Nacho. Quit wasting up space in the big matches. I'm about to show you what a true competitor looks like. I'm going to make you respect Nikita Romanova. By the way, I promise Digger...I’ll beat the devil out of you this week. Here's to you Gravedigger.
Enjoy your retirement.”
#BOWTODAQUEEN
n.
1. A transgression of a religious or moral law, especially when deliberate.
2. Theology.
a. Deliberate disobedience to the known will of God.
b. A condition of estrangement from God resulting from such disobedience.
3. Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong.
The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins, are a classification of vices used in early Christian teachings to educate and protect followers from basic human instincts. The church divided sin into two types: venial (forgiven without the need for the sacrament of Confession) and capital (meriting damnation). Beginning in the early 14th-century, the popularity of the 7 deadly sins with artists of the time engrained them in human culture around the world. The generally accepted deadly sins are superbia (pride), avaritia (greed), luxuria (lust), invidia (envy), gula (gluttony), ira (wrath), and acedia (sloth). Each deadly sin is opposed by one of the corresponding Seven Holy Virtues.
You don't want to get on the bad side of me. I lack compassion and I lack conscience the two things that they say makes the soul. Does this mean I have no soul? What is a soul anyway? Something that helps you differentiate between right and wrong? I'm not a stupid woman I can tell the difference between right and wrong I just don't care. Apathetic is defined as feeling or showing no emotion. I guess you could call me apathetic, somewhat. There are few emotions I let show mostly the ones that involve anger or greed. The Lord knows I’m a sinner. I base my life on the seven deadly sins after all what fun would life be without sinning? Not all of us can be squeaky clean mirror images of perfection some of us have blood rushing through our veins forcing us to be human forcing us to feel excitement and blood lust and the extremities of life. Souless? Maybe. Passionate? Definitely.
SCENE 1 - Gluttony / Sloth
Gluttony (Overindulgence) - Thoughtless waste of everything, overindulgence, misplaced sensuality, uncleanliness, and maliciously depriving others. Marked by refusal to share and unreasonable consumption of more than is necessary. Substance abuse or binge drinking. Dante explains it as "excessive love of pleasure".
Sloth (Apathy) - Apathy, idleness, and wastefulness of time. Laziness is particularly condemned because others must work harder to make up for it. Irresponsibility. Abandonment, especially of God. Sloth is a state of equilibrium: one does not produce much, one does not consume much. Dante wrote that sloth is the "failure to love God with all one's heart, all one's mind and all one's soul".
My match with Grave Digger had been on the forefront of my mind all week. After my loss at the cheating, dirty little hands of Blair… I was determined I would never have another loss against my record unless the opponent was worthy. I would never again lose to a glorified jobber like Blair and I would not lose my match against Grave Digger. He may not be the superstar wrestler I wanted to be stepping into the ring against but he was the last step up the ladder to the TA title.
The week had been dragging in. A week of training hard and sweating until my body was dehydrated I decided that the weekend was here now and I would celebrate my win over Grave Digger in advance. The music of DJ Ajaxx thumped in the background as I entered the women's toilets. My hair tied back high on my head; my beautiful body was clad in a Metallica t-shirt and a pair of tight denim jeans. Dance music had always been my pleasure of choice; with dance music came drugs, sex and alcohol, my three favourite things on the planet. Numerous women stood at the sinks in the toilet looking at themselves in the mirrors under the purple neon lights that illuminated the marble of the surprisingly clean toilets. I stood at one of the many sinks and looked at myself in the mirror. My pupils were dilated and my cheeks flushed. I dipped my head down splashing water against my face to try and cool my skin down. The sting of sweat irritated my skin and the cocaine was enhancing the feeling of irritation. I walked over the hand drier pressing the chrome button so that it began to blow out cold air. I turned it around so that the air began to blow upwards, placing my face over it and feeling the cool air hit my burning skin. I closed my eyes letting the air cool my face and blow the small strands of hair from my eyes. I pulled back and put the hand drier back where it should be. I walked to the door of the toilet glancing back in the mirror at myself one last time before pushing open the door and letting the heavy music fill my ears.
This is was life is about. Overindulgence.
I walked across the huge dark room, where numerous sweaty people lined the wooden floors as lights flashed rapidly around the room. I dipped my hand behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of Vodka for myself with a smile. I walked behind one of the large speakers which was banging out music causing the floor to shake and glasses of alcohol to bounce on the small wooden tables, which were scattered around the room. I walked towards the bar where a little leather chaired booth full of people dressed similar to myself sat. I slid into the booth beside them. One of the women toned and muscular turned and threw her arm over my shoulder. She turned to me and smiled shouting loudly so she could be heard over the music.
Darla: "Where did our little wrestler get herself to then?"
I smiled back at the woman. She was a long term 'friend' I had met through the life I lived. She, like me, was rich and apathetic. Not caring about anything or anyone but herself and her own self-indulgence. I leaned forward pulling the bottle onto the table with a grin at the woman.
Darla: "Well doesn't our beautiful Nikita always come across with the goods. One problem though, that's one bottle...what will that do us for the night? Nikita sweetheart you'd make it through that in a couple of hours yourself."
Nikita Romanova: "Well you see Darla this is what I like to call a taster. Something to heighten the senses while we decide whether or not we want to buy the rest of the bar. You see there is no point buying the whole pig unless you have tasted the sausage."
Darla grinned and grabbed the bottle, popping it open and taking a swig before pushing it across the table to Nikita who took a swig of the vodka herself with a purr. Places like this where my playground, places where people were all in the same state of mind as myself. Here for the sex drugs and dance.
Darla: "Isn't a bit stupid for a woman of such sporting expertise to be out partying a couple of nights before a match that could determine the rest of her career in NEW?"
Nikita Romanova: "Don't you listen to a word I say? I'm up against Grave Digger he is hardly a challenge now is he? I mean have you seen the man? He has no personality! I'm not going to be beaten by some man with another boring brooding big bad evil gimmick...I mean really? How many people in wrestling can be this fuckin emo! Anyway his head has been so far up his own ass this last week I'm surprised he remembers he has a match against anybody. There is only one woman he should be worried about and that is Nikita Romanova because I will be the woman that stops him in his tracks towards the TA title. If he got his head out of his own ass for more than two seconds he would see that he is just another pathetic man playing dress up trying to make people think he is some evil monster. Hell if he had half a brain he should be worried about a mediocre man like himself, being lost in the hearts and minds of the fans and the industry as a whole before he can cry again about woo ois Digger. I'll knock him to the mat with one swift kick after all this is me we're talking about Darla, I don't fall at the hands of just anyone."
I smiled to her as she continued looking at the bottle as I pushed it across the table to her. She grinned with joy as she chugged another good bit from the bottle before wiping her lips on her sleeve.
Darla: "Where did you get this from?"
Nikita Romanova: "I know people who know people. The wrestling business has other upsides apart from the money and the half naked women. Some of these people know good vodka when they see it and some of them know it’s best to tell me where it is so I can enjoy it too."
I slipped out of the booth with a grin to go and pick up a few more bottles for the group as the night was young and just getting started. I leaned one elbow on the wooden bar, resting my head in my hand I watched as the bar man run back and forth up and down the bar serving drinks to his thirsty customers.
Nikita Romanova: “Yo! Barman! Get you ethnic minority ass over here and get me a few more bottles!”
The man turned slightly hearing my loud words above the crowd of people and the loud music in the background. I smirked happy that I had gotten his attention with my racial slur as I waited for my drink Darla came up behind me, wrapping her strong arms around me and smiling.
Darla: “So when are we going to be having this big party for the new TA champion.”
Nikita Romanova: “Don’t count your chickens yet Darla I still have to get the belt. I know you don’t know a lot about wrestling but the basics are; you can’t just run in and get a title shot you have to beat people down first before they hand me the title. Grave Digger stands in my way of glory. You should hear some of the crap he’s been coming out with this week?”
Darla: “Like?”
Nikita Romanova: “Like claiming I have no spot in this match. That all I do is shake my ass. What the hell is that about? He thinks he’s dealing with just another run of the mill ‘Diva’ then he has another thing coming because I will not sit there and look pretty and give him the chance at the title that was made to be around my waist, oh no. I plan to dominate in this match proving to the World that Nikita Romanova is not just another bitch that spends more time doing her make up and brushing her hair rather than kicking ass in the ring. I’m not the Blair’s or the Scarlet’s of this World, who may I add both have faces like a bulldog that's just licked piss off a nettle. I don’t rely on a man to push my career forward. I rely on myself and myself alone. I know what I want and I go for it I don’t have to seek approval from a man. Gravedigger should be referred to as a ‘Diva’ he has the exact same personal attributes as the typical Diva. Cares too much about his gimmick and ring clothes...might I add all that body paint takes twice as long to get ready then my ring gear ever does, runs his mouth off at every chance he gets and is too busy sniffing around trying to get people to approve of all the work he did to make himself, to do anything useful with his career. Next thing you know he’ll be modelling for hot topic just to prove he really is dark and edgy, and doesn't play by anyones rules.”
Darla snockered continuing to keep her arms around me. They were just friends, they had known each other since high school when they ruled the school. Both where raised in wealthy families both knowing the joys of drugs and sex it was a friendship built on mutual understanding. She understood what drove me to be a winner and my level head impressed her when it came to getting what I wanted. My determination never failed to impress her. Wrestling was the perfect stage for me, it was a stage where I could show off my passion and determination and be rewarded for it.
Nikita Romanova: “The man is a menace Darla, he’s a joke of a wrestler. He constantly reminds me of reasons why I am better than he is, he constantly disregards the fact that he is one of the worst wrestlers NEW has seen. He keeps talking about how he is like nothing I have faced...when he knows nothing about me. I’ve seen so many with the same thing he is. Dark, brooding, and talking themselves. Acting like this makes them special. Like this this will somehow make them stand out. He is by far as unoriginal as they come yet week in and week out he will step into that ring and run his mouth once again. I don’t know whether he is brave or ridiculously stupid. Jesse was better off hiring a trained monkey for this match. What the hell can Gravedigger do, a trained chimp can’t? The man is a joke.”
The bar man eventually came to my aid as Darla put her hand in the air indicating that we needed a fill up. As I continued to speak Darla ordered me a double vodka on ice and ordered herself some more Bacardi. I smiled as I continued to talk about my match. The passion I had for it was obvious in my voice. The woman that was once referred to as apathetic had finally found something that she actually did care about. I had finally grown into the passionate career driven woman I had been destined to become.
Nikita Romanova: “I can’t even stress it enough Darla. I mean, I’m actually surprised it’s going to be either me or him as the champ, Jesse wants a real winner. Not Envy, that petty excuse of a man who I would have assumed was gay if it wasn’t for his constant clinging to women for vindication of his sexuality. If I wear Gravedigger I’d be afraid to step into the ring with Envy again after he loses his world title shot to Austen and comes looking for this belt again. I mean that match would pretty much lead to Envy going Max McMeddler on him and bend Digger over the ropes. I swear, too many idiots not enough bullets.”
Darla knew I had a tendency to go on a bit when I was vodka fuelled. Vodka brought out the passion in me made me aware of exactly what it was I wanted and exactly what I must do to achieve it. It was like with my vodka habit came clarity, a clarity that led me to rightfully believe I was the best female wrestler this industry had ever seen and boy did I know it. Darla picked her drink and mine up from the bar and draped her arm across my shoulder, directing me across the room towards the booth full of people now animatedly talking. She put her drink down and let me slide into the booth beside her. I sat for a minute, watching the people around her devour the drugs and drink laid out in front of them.
Darla: "So this Blair chick? Did she hurt you last week?"
Nikita Romanova: "Darla I'm a big girl, please don't start trying to play the strong woman routine with me. I am well able to look after myself in the ring and well for your information no Blair did not hurt me. She fluked a win out of me that’s for sure and hurt my pride but she didn't not hurt me physically, I will however leave her black and blue the next time I get a shot at her cheap ass. She's not fit to hold a win over. She's not even fit to hold the name 'woman'. A joke of a wrestler with a joke of a family. Someone who spends her life looking for a moderately strong man to lean on for self-gratification and to make her dismal career look slightly more interesting. Now shut up and lets party..I have to work in the morning so lets enjoy the night!”
Darla smirked and rolled her eyes as we both knocked back our drinks with a scream. the night was young and we would party till the sun came up, after all I was on the verge of being the new TA champ, and there was no way a dated gimmick man like Gravedigger was going to find a second chance at fame by getting over on me.
SCENE TWO
Baby Comes Home - Months Ago
I still couldn't believe I was standing outside her door with nothing more than a black duffel bag and a hope that she would help me out. The home I was standing on the doorstep of was that of Nikita Romanova, the woman I met the other week at the bar. That stupid hellhole had let me go because they felt I wasn't giving all I had to the job. No, the only thing they were pissed about was that I wouldn't sleep with any of the customers. Contrary to popular belief I had found out the hard way that the dive I worked in was nothing more then a wide underground prostitution ring. It was either become one of those women or get fired. I chose the latter of the two. So here I was, hoping Nikita would help me out. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. If she didn't help me out then I didn't know what I was going to do.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knocking at my door. I threw on my towel and wrapped it around my chest. I walked to the door and opened it up. There in front of me stood the same beautiful girl I had met in New Orleans. Samantha her name was. We had clicked from the start, but I couldn't understand why she was at my doorstep. She had a couple bags with her, and I could tell she was here to move in. It wouldn't be a problem though.
Nikita Romanova: "Hey. What are you doing here?"
I quickly looked her over and began to blush. I hated that I was doing it but what else could I do? She was so gorgeous and I was very attracted to her, not only that but she was standing there in nothing but a towel. I shook my head quickly and put on my most sweet and charming smile.
Samantha:[/b] "Good you remember me...Listen I have a huge problem Nikita and you were the only person I could turn to...I've been fired, I have no money, no family, no friends, only the things that are in my bags here. I was hoping maybe you could help me out in some way."
I didn't want her to think that I was the type of woman who mooched. If she was willing to help me then I would be willing to do anything for her, absolutely anything at all.
I thought for a second about what I should do, and the answer was clear. Here was this beautiful blonde, goody two shoes looking girl, asking for my help. Christ I lived in a huge house, with only me in it. How could I resist this temptation? It was quite clear, I couldn't.
Nikita Romanova: "Yeah come on in. I'm the only one who lives in this house. It gets big and empty sometimes. I could definitely use a good looking girl like you around."
I took a double take and couldn't help but smile gratefully yet shocked. Was she telling me I could live with her? I took her advice and stepped in, still holding onto my bags. I looked around at the gorgeous home and couldn't help but smile even wider. I looked at Nikita trying to give her the impression that whatever she wanted was hers, absolutely whatever she wanted. I then began to speak to her in a sweet but sexy voice.
Samantha:[/b] "Thank you so much Nikita, you have no idea how much I appreciate this...You're a life saver and my hero."
I couldn't help it, I walked over to her so that we were toe to toe and stepped up on my tip toes. I then gently kissed hercheek. After doing that I stepped back and smiled.
I felt a smile slowly creep across my face after she had kissed me. She was extremely attractive, and I liked the innocent look going on. It definitely beat the sluts I had been drunkenly bringing home. Besides, I could tell there was a physical attraction since we had first met. There was just that bond between some people, and I felt it between us. It would be nice to have a her around the house. I hadn't lived with a women since Krystal, and that was almost two years ago. Now maybe I could settle down instead of fulfilling my nights with easy pussy and one night stands. Thinks looked like they were working out finally. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would come to America with me for my gig at NEW. Things were only going up…
Nikita Romanova: "Come in, I'll show you where you can stay."
I'd be letting her stay in my guest bedroom for now. I had the oncoming suspicion that that wouldn't last long. She'd be sleeping in my bed soon enough. Heh. I had always been good with getting what I wanted..
I nodded and clutched my belongings. I couldn't believe that I had kissed her! That was the first time I had ever been that forward with a woman. I couldn't help myself though, she was taking me into her home and making sure I would be okay. I followed her throughout the gorgeous home until we came to an upstairs guest room which was even more beautiful than words can begin to describe. I looked around in awe and then back at her with an excited smile.
Samantha:[/b] "This is gorgeous Nikita! I couldn't ask for anything better then this, thank you so much. You really are my Savior."
Nikita Romanova: "I prefer Queen, but Savior works."
I had said with a grin slipping across my face. I watched her as she started setting up. Amazing body, amazing face. I continued to stare at her and she kept bending over, and putting things away. My god was she amazing. But she'd be staying here for now on so I had to take things slow. I wanted this to work out and that was something new for me…
SCENE THREE
Nikita Romanova: “It's almost as if this is being handed to me. I am taking on Gravedigger. A man who's name comes with such fear, that if you have never heard of Gravedigger, then you're not a true fan. Gravedigger is the man who built himself...built all hehas with his own two hands! He is the man who made the name Gravedigger what it is today. He is the king of wrestling in general….
I paused with a small laugh as I looked into the camera.
Nikita Romanova: “It's all bullshit to me. I'm the goddess.”
I grinned with a small shrug as I stood on the set of the newest promo room set up by NEW. If this was the best they had for me...the best was as good as mine. If this creature of darkness was all jesse could muster to try and keep the belt off me he would would have to better.
Nikita Romanova: “Step aside Gravedigger, I'm in control. Your time is over, and has been for some time now. No one cares about your body paint. No one cares about your darkness. No one is scared of you...we all know it’s just a big show. A big slide of hand to take the attention off the ability you lack in the rin. Accept it. No excuses, no reasons. You're not what you once were. Not that it truly was anything special to begin with. This is my time now. I've proven I'm the best, and I've proven that I can beat legends. Ask Dixie, ask bonecrusher, ask Blair why she had to cheat to win. Christ ask the entire roster. They'll tell you that Nikita romanova IS Queen. They know who runs NEW.”
I tapped my chin softly thinking over how easy this would be...how pathetic the man they sat before was. How I would tear him apart...and rip the sad crazy thought he had that he was the monster in this match…
Nikita Romanova: “Sure here comes your next promo. "Nikita, you're only a sad silly woman. You'll never move any higher than that. People don’t pay to see you kiss ass, people don’t pay to see you shake it, you didn’t work for this, you're falsely confident, I’m a monster, fear me!" Please. Must we go through this? The place you built for yourself, the throne you seem to think is yours. Is only in your head. We don’t even fuckin know what your talking about in your promos half the time...let quote for you all from the promo Gravedigger blessed us all with earlier. “as soon as people with a quarter of a fucking brain cell realize it your grammar is completely fucked up.” Grammer? You do know grammar is in writing...that there is no grammar in a promo.” That right now I’m speaking… are you that lost Gravedigger? That consumed in your own dark little world you don’t even know what it is we do? Christ kid...stop writing dark brooding fan fiction about you and Bella Swann and focus on your job.
I sigh with a small laugh. Grammer? Really...is he that pathetic and uneducated he dosn’t even know grammar is written words, and my promos are spoke. I was going to have to ask Jesse where he dug this relic up.
Nikita Romanova: “Ever since I came here, the Blondes came here, you've been cast to the shadows. Sure you had success, but it was before the newer blood arrived. It was before Nikita Romanova and Tegan came and took the throne. How many haters do I have to impress? How many times do I have to beat a legend in order to be respected?
Who knows? Who cares? My name still means something, while yours is being pissed on. Yeah, by me. I don't respect you. Never have, probably never will. When I look at you I see an overrated talent. A guy who has won some big matches, but lost just as many. But wait, look at the monster. Fear the drag queen with the body paint fetish! Like I said before, look at the talent this place had before I showed up. You had guys like Father Nathan, and women like Blair main carding. You had guys like Al Envy with a title. God damn give me a break. You can't win this match. You claim all the skill, all the passion, and all the monsters inside your head. But when you step in the ring we all know you can’t win the big match.”
I laugh leaning against the wall my arms folding across my chest.
Nikita Romanova: “You can't win THIS match. The cards are laid out in front of you. You have to beat me, to show everyone that you're still the MONSTER. You never were. You NEED to win this match in order to get your credibility back. You've been on a slide Gravedigger. We all know it, we've all seen it. You been running through curtain jerks while I’ve been beating the ass of legends. I’ve already won this match, and now I'm running away with it. You can say whatever you like. "This match is for the Monster." "This match was over before it started. Nikita can't compare to Gravedigger." Funny, because I think everyone else sees this match in a different way. They see a failed monster, a joke of a man trying to relive his glory days. They see you trying to compete with a superstar of the next generation. They all know you've expired. They all know that this is your way of trying to succeed again. It won't happen. It can't happen. We can't have an older talent as the face of this company. You've been outdone again Gravedigger. Stepping into a match you won't make it out of. I wish I could have helped you. Because truly, it is too bad. It's sad to see a man who can't let go of his past. His "glory days" so to speak. Sure you were creative before. I mean I've heard great things about your past. Where is it now Digger? All I see is jealous old man, because I am in the spot you once were. I am the woman who can lead the NEW in to bigger and better things. I've been chosen to lead the troops into battle. I've been chosen to lead the destiny of greatness. You thought this was still your time, but you've been replaced. You've been outdone. You think your past matches were a challenge? Well you haven't faced Nikita Romanova. But you get your chance, at Ignite.
You get to be a name on the long list of fallen competitors.
You get to be a name. What you were all along. Just a name. A name that was given too much credit around here. I figure it's time for me to show the people who the true Royalty of NEW is. It saddens me to say that you won't be in the throne.”
I laugh as I walk towards the camera making a title motion around my waste. My face getting as close as it can to the camera and still stay in focus so Digger can read my lips, and I can make sure he doesn't miss a single word I say. Letting him see each lip movement so he can check my grammar and make sure it lines up with the words he wrote for me in his head…
Nikita Romanova: “I give you credit though. You're still willing to fight, even knowing your time passed you by. Congrats, you're now a has been. You're now just king of the curtain jerkers, who can't go to the big time anymore. You aren't the Main Event caliber of me. Go back to your matches with Nacho. Quit wasting up space in the big matches. I'm about to show you what a true competitor looks like. I'm going to make you respect Nikita Romanova. By the way, I promise Digger...I’ll beat the devil out of you this week. Here's to you Gravedigger.
Enjoy your retirement.”
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