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van·i·ty
n., pl. -ties.
1. The quality or condition of being vain.
2. Excessive pride in one's appearance or accomplishments; conceit.
3. Lack of usefulness, worth, or effect; worthlessness.
4.
a. Something that is vain, futile, or worthless.
b. Something about which one is vain or conceited.
“Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.” – Frederick Beucher
Anger is what drives me. The thought of gaining revenge on those who have wronged me or those who speak words about me sends adrenaline rushing around my veins. I love to be angry, to feel angry to want to inflict my anger on others, for them to feel my wrath. I am a proud woman and anybody who interferes or stands in the way of my own narcissism will fell my anger, will feel the bloodlust that drives me to succeed. There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me or leave me. Accept me or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision. When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.
SCENE ONE – Pride / Wrath
Pride (Narcissism / Vanity) - Pride is known as the father of all sins. Pride is a desire to be more important or attractive to others, failing to give credit due to others, or excessive love of self. Dante's definition was "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor". Pride was what sparked the fall of Lucifer from Heaven. Vanity and narcissism are good examples of these sins and they often lead to the destruction of the sinner. Pride can be seen as the misplacement of morals. The absolute of the 3 exaggerated adulthood sins, as a prideful person believes him/herself to be in complete control of things.
Wrath (Anger / Hated) - Inappropriate (unrighteous) feelings of hatred and anger. Denial of the truth to others or self. Impatience or revenge outside of justice. Wishing to do evil or harm to others. Self-righteousness. Wrath is the root of murder and assault.
Nikita placed herself in front of the camera, light gleaming down on her half naked body as she knelt down on bed sheets her hair feathered and sultry looking and her perfect body clad in just a sheer black laced bra and panties. She hooked her finger through the bra strap and pulled it down over her shoulder slightly bringing her other hand to her mouth and licking the tip of her index finger playfully. The camera continued to take pictures of her as she moved into different erotic and sexy poses. Being one of newest and most intriguing ‘Diva’s’ in NEW had led her to fame on other levels. Magazines such as Maxim and FHM had approached er looking for interviews and photo shoots. She knew how stunning she was in front of a camera and she knew the effect she had on the opposite and same sex. All loved a bad girl, nobody wanted the sweet innocent woman posing on covers in her polo neck with her tiny dog, they wanted raw, they wanted sexual, they wanted Nikita Romanova. She moved on the bed sheets arching her back and trusting her breasts into the air. She could feel the approval of the males in the room as she smiled coyly to herself.
Photographer: “That’s great work honey. You look great. You look fantastic. Perfect male fantasy. Oh just like that, perfect darling perfect. We’ll finish with that and take five while you go get yourself some food and freshen up for some more photographs honey. These will be hot. You’re on fire.”
Nikita smiled taking the photographer’s hand and pulling herself up from the bed sheets below. He smiled at her approvingly and she smiled back taking the silk robe from him and wrapping it around her half named body. She walked across the studio to the refreshment stand where a familiar face waited and smiled on at her.
Samantha: “Great Darling absolutely great.”
She said, mocking the photographers camp voice and laughing heartedly. Nikita ignored her immature sense of humor and picked up a bottle of water from the wooden table full of different drinks and finger food.
Nikita Romanova: “After this photo shoot the magazine will be flying off the stands. I look great out there I know. I will be the biggest female name in NEW if it kills me. Sex appeal and ring skills, I am the whole package. I bet they have been dreaming of a girl like me in NEW. Someone to bring controversy and someone to bring strong women into the wrestling limelight and I am just the woman to do it.”
Samantha: “You’ve a lot to prove this week sweetheart a lot of the men you wrestle with believe you are just another pretty face.”
Nikita looked at her and cocked her eyebrow.
Samantha: “What? Yea I know I’m not exactly the biggest wrestling fan but I mean you’re a wrestler now I gotta keep up with the wrestling current events so I know what’s going on with my baby.”
She smiled at her happy in herself that she had been paying attention.
Samantha: “I’ve been watching promos from your opponents and the people you work with and well as much as they have respect for your ring abilities as a woman that seems to be all you are in their eyes, just another woman.”
Nikita grittted her teeth together slamming the bottle of water down on the table. She knew Samantha was right, she knew the male wrestlers just seen her as good wrestling ‘Diva’ but she was determined to prove she was no Diva, she was no second class wrestler and she knew exactly what she had to do to prove it.
Nikita Romanova: “I’m no another ‘diva’ like Blair or Scarlet or any of the other women here that spend to much time throwing themselves at men and not enough time grooming themselves to compete with the top men. I will not be referred to as a diva because it puts me into a category with the rest of the stupid bimbo women. I am Nikita Romanova and I don’t fall under any preconceived notion of what a wrestler should be nor will I ever. I am who I am and I kick ass while being me. I will not live up to the expectations set for these ‘diva’s’ for I am a winner not just another face to line the halls of NEW I am the best this place has seen and the best this place will ever see. Fuck Gravedigger and his sexist views of a female opponent. He’ll see what a female can do after I add another loss to his pathetic record this week and then I will move on to Al Envy and Hunter and show the World how a ‘rookie diva’ can take the wrestling industry by storm in just a couple of months.”
Samantha: “Calm down Nikita I’m sure it’s nothing to be getting in a knot about.”
Nikita Romanova: “Nothing to be getting in a knot about? My career is on the line. If I lose to Gravedigger I might as well quit...he is named after a fuckin monster truck. The man has lost to nearly everybody in the fucking business. I will not sit back and lose to a man who is too pussy whipped by the NEW bicycle to realize he is about the face the demise of his career at the hands of a woman on a mission to become a champion. He can go play happy families with the fans giving them the blow jobs he has promised, so they can see what a real man is...he can keep talking about how he is done screwing around with mediocre wrestling stars...I will rip out his larynx this week for the simple fact he put me in the same category as any woman on the NEW roster.”
Nikita walked away from Samantha angrily, stomping her heels on the wooden floor beneath her she began to walk towards the dressing room. Her face was twisted in an angry frown. The thoughts of being underestimated by anybody on the same roster as her made her feel physically sick. She wasn’t about to become just another shadow she was was a winner and she would shine through, kicking ass, starting with Grave Digger. She walked over the the rack where her outfits for the photoshoot today where sitting. She picked up a small pink and black outfit that looked very burlesque, very moulin rouge. She walked behind the curtain and began undressing, sliding the silk robe onto the floor before sliding her body out of the sheer lace of the bra and panties. Samantha entered the dressing room watching the silhouette of her naked Nikita Romanova.
Samantha: “I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
Nikita spoke from behind the curtain and she slipped her long legs into her next outfit.
Nikita Romanova: “I know it wasn’t intentional and I know t is not your fault that these men underrate me whether they admit it or not. They come out here week in week out doing ridiculous amounts of promos in hopes of beating me in the ring but it’s not the amount of promos putting me down that will win their matches for them it’s how they perform on the ring on the night. I think a lot of people forget that. Gravedigger will be remained of it this week though when I kick his ass all over the Ignite ring, giving the people what they want, pure unadulterated violence. I’d like to be able to call Gravediggera has been just like Dixie is but Gravedigger is too shit to be a has been. He has never been useful to the NEW or to the wrestler industry in general. His only use here is sniffing around the fans like a lost puppy, screamig woe is me...no one understands me...no one respects what I bring to the the ring. It makes me sick. He’s supposed to be a man. Real men don’t sniff around pussy waiting for the chance to to nose dive into it, real men concentrate on their careers and the praise and respect comes to them. Gravedigger isn’t a real man, I have bigger balls than he will ever have. He should register for disability because apparently he is blind to the fact that he is about to have his ass handed to him by a woman. If ignorance was bliss than his entire life would b a perpetual orgasm.”
Nikita stepped from behind the curtain as Samantha's mouth dropped open as she stood before her a black a pink bra, black and pink bootie shorts which had ‘bitch’ wrote across them appropriately. Dark pink netted gloves crept up he arms to her elbows and black stocking where attached to her bootie shorts with tiny suspenders. Samantha wasn’t blind, she knew she was gorgeous and she couldn’t help but wonder how she got so lucky.
Nikita Romanova: “I know take it all in, I look fantastic.”
She stepped past her back outside into the main studio where the male crew looked on with smiles that hid their sexual longings while the women looked on with jealousy. She walked over to where the bedsheets where and smiled placing herself seductively in front of the camera while the photographers mouth dropped open.
Nikita Romanova: “I’m ready for my close up.”
She smiled and lay back on the sheets, parting her legs slightly and sniggering.
Nikita Romanova: ”Oh and another thing. If I see the word Diva next or near my name I will rip off your head and piss down your throat.”
SCENE TWO
Samantha couldn't believe it, she simply couldn't believe that so much had changed in the past few days. She was actually living with the woman of her dreams. And they had moved to America togther. Tonight she was alone though, Nikita was off with Tegan and there new friend Kaycee doing some work and having a night out before their big show.
However around Three AM she awakened and couldn't get back to sleep.. she slipped out of bed and wandered downstairs where Nikita was piss drunk. Slumped on the couch, the TV was blaring re-runs of old wrestling matches in between promos for the week. Nikita was stareing at it blank faced half there, half asleep.
Samantha: "Hey I could make you some coffee if you want, you look like you need it."
Nikita looked up a grin on her lips. Looking over her lover a playful lick of her lips as she rolled off the couch with a small stumble into Samantha's arms planting a messy poorly places kissed that missed about as much as it hit her lips. Samantha giggled and guided Nikita back to a an arm chair with a small shove.
Nikita Romanova: "Sure, I would really love some."
She turned her back to me and walked to the cabinet, pulling out the coffeemaker. Nikita kept her eyes glued to the small perky ass as it bounced away. Eyes crossing and uncrossing as she tried to keep focus on her. After a bit Samantha was back with a smile holding two cups of coffee and handed one to Nikita as she snuggled into the chair next to her.
Samantha: "Did you have fun with the girls tonight?"
Nikita Romanova: "Heh, it was very good if you couldn't tell. You should come out with us next time. You gotta meet T and KJ, they're real good girls, I think you'd like them."
Nikita paused taking a long sip of her coffee.
Nikita Romanova:"How about you? Did you have fun here all alone?"
Samantha: "Oh yeah totally. I spent the evening doing laundry, then I made a nice little dinner, took a long and luxurious bath in your tub.”
Nikita giggled putting her coffee down and wrapping her arms around Samantha pulling her close kissing along her neck as her fingers fooled with the robe Samantha had on.
Nikita Romanova: “Well maybe it's time I make up for you not coming out...and give your night a happy ending.”
Nikita giggles as her hands dipped inside Samantha’s robe. Samantha purred as she laid her head back. Running her fingers through Nikita's hair.
Samantha: “Mmm we can call it your pre-match workout baby.”
Nikita grinned as she swung her legs over Samantha straddling her kissing her deeply as the pressed together.
SCENE THREE
Nikita Romanova: “This is much more than just a match. It's a battle between two warriors. One who used to be at the top, and the other who is rising Star. Correct, you Gravedigger, are the one who used to be. I expected you to quiet down after I gave you my opening thoughts. You fired back, congrats.”
Nikita shakes her head softly as she walks around the NEW promo area set pacing slowly.
Nikita Romanova: “I don't need fuel from you. Didn't I mention that in my first promo?”
She wags her finger at the camera like she is scolding a small child.
Nikita Romanova: “You should be paying attention. Learning something. I'm glad you decided to reply though. You're making it far worse than what it should be. Are you looking for me to fire back off from what you said? I don't need your words to make an amazing promo. I can own you without you even speaking.”
She grins as she pulls a chair over and spins it backwards sitting down resting her arms across the top of it looking into the camera.
Nikita Romanova: “Let me show you...I want you to realize who I am. You trying to act like you're not worried isn't working. I know deep inside the pits of your stomach you fear me. You fear Nikita Romanova. For you know that I am ten times the athlete you are. Character. Heh, I've got character you could only dream of having. I don't have to say the same things in every promo like you. I switch it up. I have so many styles, that you can't even compare to. But you a legend. A man who built wrestling...paved the way for people like me eh? For the time being. After I'm done with you, you'll be hanging up the tights.”
She laughes softly running her fingers through her hair before settling back into place.
Nikita Romanova: “You aren't intimidating anymore. In fact, you're a joke. I've pushed Ex-Champions to their limits; practically destroyed Dixie...have you noticed she still hasn't shown her face since I beat her ass. Blair. What was it? The need to cheat to beat me, do you really think that counts as a true loss? I know how things work Gravedigger. I'm a seasoned veteran. I've been doing this my whole life in Russia and the UK. I am the Queen, and I am the wrestling goddess. You can refer to me as Athena if you like. It's all about your own preferences. But hey, keep up your tough guy act. It's amusing. Just like Dixie did, i will be beating you too. Maybe I'll even make you tap. That should be even better. Watch a big legend like yourself, tapping like a little bitch to a girl. Or would you rather be beat unconscious?”
She pauses letting it sink in...as if letting Digger make up his mind on how he wanted to lose this match.
Nikita Romanova: “It's all about how you want to lose Gravedigger. I know I will be winning, so I'm giving you options on how you want to take this defeat. Your confidence is shot just like your career. Teach me something, Gravedigger. I dare you to try and show me something I haven't seen...so far your saying the same thing Blair said, the same thing Dixie said...your rewording their promo's about my experience. About what I am...don't you have any of your own insults? Something orginal...something the big bad vet like you can pull out his bag to show me the upstart kid how this game is done? The student will be teaching the teacher. Because lord knows there isn't anything you can teach. Maybe how to lose the big match? How to lose to a Queen? Maybe even how to run your trap without being able to back it up? I don't need to sign up for a class Gravedigger, I've already graduated. I'm the main event. The Ultra-Violent Superstar. The Original. Dammit your just a cookie cutter, a mold wrestling schools pump out, your generic creepy guy number three in the end credits of this movie. Quit wasting space on my television with bullshit. No one believes it. You're not impressing anyone. Christ, no one buys your crazy and talk to the devil...no one buys your some lunatic...just like no one belies in the 80's people came from the fifth dimension...your a relic. I'm sure we can find you some legends day...some bingo hall paying people past their prime for a cheap prop. Somewhere you will actually get ahead. Because here, you're only declining. You're at the level I started at. Look at us. You whine about being a legend...being in the game so long. Yet your at the same level as a woman who is in only her third match in America...what does that tell you?”
Nikita stands up laughing as it sinks in...that all his hard work was for nothing. That he hit his peek, he was ending where she was starting.
Nikita Romanova: “Yup, ten steps ahead of you. Just like I said when I first started. I could've sworn I had guessed you would be a nobody when I got to the top. They could only hold me down so much. Now I'm sitting at the top, waiting for everyone else to catch up. Week in, week out I show that I am the greatest. I show why I am going to break everything Al Envy did here. We could've done this nice and easy...you could have laid down and passed the torch. You could have known it was over and just moved on. I mean how the hell could you even match what I'm doing. Sitting at the top, I look down and there are still the ass clowns like yourself, and Hunter, who still seem to think they have what it takes to beat me. Go home, work on your ability, then come and see me. “
She sighs and rests her back against the wall, her arms folding across her chest.
Nikita Romanova: “Oh wait, it still won't matter. I've got this match under control, and we both have known that since the card was booked. That gave you plenty of time to focus on the task at hand. You had plenty of time to study my tapes, and attempt to control me in the ring. It's still doubtful though. You proved in your promos you know nothing about me...proved your another man under esteeming me thinking I'm just a pretty face here to be famous. But what you don't understand Gravedigger is I've already run the survival of the sickest, I'm still standing. I've spent my life doing things you can't dream of doing...that you fear to do. I've built my life in Death Mathces. I've built my life around beating mindless cunts, and arrogant pissers like you into the ground till they are a bloody pulp and then spitting on your remains as I move on. You talk a lot about the devil Gravedigger...and they say the greatest lie he ever pulled was convincing the world he does not exits.”
She pauses a sick grin on her face.
Nikita Romanova: “Right? Isn't that what they say? But let me raise you this my little devil whisper...prehaps the biggest lie ever told was the devil was dark and scary...that he was like you a monster. But that's the lie...the lie you brought into. Just like you brought into the lie you can beat me. The devil was the most beautiful angel...the most gorgeous thing ever made by God himself. And that sounds a lot like me...so I suppose the devil is real Gravedigger...and tonight you finally get to meet her. Do you see what I just did there Gravedigger? I just jacked your whole gimmick from you, and made it sound ten times better. Not only that, I'm gonna jack you in the ring. Put you out on your back. Three count, then it's over. Just like it began. I enjoy shattering your hopes and dreams, because it's all too easy. Next thing you know, you will be opening shows, losing to people like Seth Lawless, Hunter, and Al Envy wondering how you feel from a pioneer of the ring to curtain jerkin with the rest of the loser of NEW. Keep it simple, and don't respond. You don't want to fire me up anymore then I am. Things would only get worse for you.”
She laughs as she grabs her things getting ready to end this and head to her locker room before she is off to beat the ass of this joke.
Nikita Romanova: “This is about being the Queen of NEW. I'm still twelve steps ahead of you, and I am gradually pulling away further and further. Maybe before you jumped in to this match, you should have beat a couple of rookies first, got your confidence back, and then came at me. Because we all know, you can't match what I bring.
And that's the truth.
Look at this flow. It's unmatched. Go home, do your research on Nikita Romanova. Try and come up with something that can actually work against me.
Heh, there is nothing.
I'm Queen. I'm not playing Goddess anymore.
I AM GOD!
Fuck outta here Gravedigger.”
She flips the camera off and walks away ready for her match. Ready to prove everyone wrong..ready to be the champion and prove to all these idiots in the back. She is the most dominant force in wrestling.
n., pl. -ties.
1. The quality or condition of being vain.
2. Excessive pride in one's appearance or accomplishments; conceit.
3. Lack of usefulness, worth, or effect; worthlessness.
4.
a. Something that is vain, futile, or worthless.
b. Something about which one is vain or conceited.
“Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you.” – Frederick Beucher
Anger is what drives me. The thought of gaining revenge on those who have wronged me or those who speak words about me sends adrenaline rushing around my veins. I love to be angry, to feel angry to want to inflict my anger on others, for them to feel my wrath. I am a proud woman and anybody who interferes or stands in the way of my own narcissism will fell my anger, will feel the bloodlust that drives me to succeed. There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me or leave me. Accept me or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision. When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.
SCENE ONE – Pride / Wrath
Pride (Narcissism / Vanity) - Pride is known as the father of all sins. Pride is a desire to be more important or attractive to others, failing to give credit due to others, or excessive love of self. Dante's definition was "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor". Pride was what sparked the fall of Lucifer from Heaven. Vanity and narcissism are good examples of these sins and they often lead to the destruction of the sinner. Pride can be seen as the misplacement of morals. The absolute of the 3 exaggerated adulthood sins, as a prideful person believes him/herself to be in complete control of things.
Wrath (Anger / Hated) - Inappropriate (unrighteous) feelings of hatred and anger. Denial of the truth to others or self. Impatience or revenge outside of justice. Wishing to do evil or harm to others. Self-righteousness. Wrath is the root of murder and assault.
Nikita placed herself in front of the camera, light gleaming down on her half naked body as she knelt down on bed sheets her hair feathered and sultry looking and her perfect body clad in just a sheer black laced bra and panties. She hooked her finger through the bra strap and pulled it down over her shoulder slightly bringing her other hand to her mouth and licking the tip of her index finger playfully. The camera continued to take pictures of her as she moved into different erotic and sexy poses. Being one of newest and most intriguing ‘Diva’s’ in NEW had led her to fame on other levels. Magazines such as Maxim and FHM had approached er looking for interviews and photo shoots. She knew how stunning she was in front of a camera and she knew the effect she had on the opposite and same sex. All loved a bad girl, nobody wanted the sweet innocent woman posing on covers in her polo neck with her tiny dog, they wanted raw, they wanted sexual, they wanted Nikita Romanova. She moved on the bed sheets arching her back and trusting her breasts into the air. She could feel the approval of the males in the room as she smiled coyly to herself.
Photographer: “That’s great work honey. You look great. You look fantastic. Perfect male fantasy. Oh just like that, perfect darling perfect. We’ll finish with that and take five while you go get yourself some food and freshen up for some more photographs honey. These will be hot. You’re on fire.”
Nikita smiled taking the photographer’s hand and pulling herself up from the bed sheets below. He smiled at her approvingly and she smiled back taking the silk robe from him and wrapping it around her half named body. She walked across the studio to the refreshment stand where a familiar face waited and smiled on at her.
Samantha: “Great Darling absolutely great.”
She said, mocking the photographers camp voice and laughing heartedly. Nikita ignored her immature sense of humor and picked up a bottle of water from the wooden table full of different drinks and finger food.
Nikita Romanova: “After this photo shoot the magazine will be flying off the stands. I look great out there I know. I will be the biggest female name in NEW if it kills me. Sex appeal and ring skills, I am the whole package. I bet they have been dreaming of a girl like me in NEW. Someone to bring controversy and someone to bring strong women into the wrestling limelight and I am just the woman to do it.”
Samantha: “You’ve a lot to prove this week sweetheart a lot of the men you wrestle with believe you are just another pretty face.”
Nikita looked at her and cocked her eyebrow.
Samantha: “What? Yea I know I’m not exactly the biggest wrestling fan but I mean you’re a wrestler now I gotta keep up with the wrestling current events so I know what’s going on with my baby.”
She smiled at her happy in herself that she had been paying attention.
Samantha: “I’ve been watching promos from your opponents and the people you work with and well as much as they have respect for your ring abilities as a woman that seems to be all you are in their eyes, just another woman.”
Nikita grittted her teeth together slamming the bottle of water down on the table. She knew Samantha was right, she knew the male wrestlers just seen her as good wrestling ‘Diva’ but she was determined to prove she was no Diva, she was no second class wrestler and she knew exactly what she had to do to prove it.
Nikita Romanova: “I’m no another ‘diva’ like Blair or Scarlet or any of the other women here that spend to much time throwing themselves at men and not enough time grooming themselves to compete with the top men. I will not be referred to as a diva because it puts me into a category with the rest of the stupid bimbo women. I am Nikita Romanova and I don’t fall under any preconceived notion of what a wrestler should be nor will I ever. I am who I am and I kick ass while being me. I will not live up to the expectations set for these ‘diva’s’ for I am a winner not just another face to line the halls of NEW I am the best this place has seen and the best this place will ever see. Fuck Gravedigger and his sexist views of a female opponent. He’ll see what a female can do after I add another loss to his pathetic record this week and then I will move on to Al Envy and Hunter and show the World how a ‘rookie diva’ can take the wrestling industry by storm in just a couple of months.”
Samantha: “Calm down Nikita I’m sure it’s nothing to be getting in a knot about.”
Nikita Romanova: “Nothing to be getting in a knot about? My career is on the line. If I lose to Gravedigger I might as well quit...he is named after a fuckin monster truck. The man has lost to nearly everybody in the fucking business. I will not sit back and lose to a man who is too pussy whipped by the NEW bicycle to realize he is about the face the demise of his career at the hands of a woman on a mission to become a champion. He can go play happy families with the fans giving them the blow jobs he has promised, so they can see what a real man is...he can keep talking about how he is done screwing around with mediocre wrestling stars...I will rip out his larynx this week for the simple fact he put me in the same category as any woman on the NEW roster.”
Nikita walked away from Samantha angrily, stomping her heels on the wooden floor beneath her she began to walk towards the dressing room. Her face was twisted in an angry frown. The thoughts of being underestimated by anybody on the same roster as her made her feel physically sick. She wasn’t about to become just another shadow she was was a winner and she would shine through, kicking ass, starting with Grave Digger. She walked over the the rack where her outfits for the photoshoot today where sitting. She picked up a small pink and black outfit that looked very burlesque, very moulin rouge. She walked behind the curtain and began undressing, sliding the silk robe onto the floor before sliding her body out of the sheer lace of the bra and panties. Samantha entered the dressing room watching the silhouette of her naked Nikita Romanova.
Samantha: “I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
Nikita spoke from behind the curtain and she slipped her long legs into her next outfit.
Nikita Romanova: “I know it wasn’t intentional and I know t is not your fault that these men underrate me whether they admit it or not. They come out here week in week out doing ridiculous amounts of promos in hopes of beating me in the ring but it’s not the amount of promos putting me down that will win their matches for them it’s how they perform on the ring on the night. I think a lot of people forget that. Gravedigger will be remained of it this week though when I kick his ass all over the Ignite ring, giving the people what they want, pure unadulterated violence. I’d like to be able to call Gravediggera has been just like Dixie is but Gravedigger is too shit to be a has been. He has never been useful to the NEW or to the wrestler industry in general. His only use here is sniffing around the fans like a lost puppy, screamig woe is me...no one understands me...no one respects what I bring to the the ring. It makes me sick. He’s supposed to be a man. Real men don’t sniff around pussy waiting for the chance to to nose dive into it, real men concentrate on their careers and the praise and respect comes to them. Gravedigger isn’t a real man, I have bigger balls than he will ever have. He should register for disability because apparently he is blind to the fact that he is about to have his ass handed to him by a woman. If ignorance was bliss than his entire life would b a perpetual orgasm.”
Nikita stepped from behind the curtain as Samantha's mouth dropped open as she stood before her a black a pink bra, black and pink bootie shorts which had ‘bitch’ wrote across them appropriately. Dark pink netted gloves crept up he arms to her elbows and black stocking where attached to her bootie shorts with tiny suspenders. Samantha wasn’t blind, she knew she was gorgeous and she couldn’t help but wonder how she got so lucky.
Nikita Romanova: “I know take it all in, I look fantastic.”
She stepped past her back outside into the main studio where the male crew looked on with smiles that hid their sexual longings while the women looked on with jealousy. She walked over to where the bedsheets where and smiled placing herself seductively in front of the camera while the photographers mouth dropped open.
Nikita Romanova: “I’m ready for my close up.”
She smiled and lay back on the sheets, parting her legs slightly and sniggering.
Nikita Romanova: ”Oh and another thing. If I see the word Diva next or near my name I will rip off your head and piss down your throat.”
SCENE TWO
Samantha couldn't believe it, she simply couldn't believe that so much had changed in the past few days. She was actually living with the woman of her dreams. And they had moved to America togther. Tonight she was alone though, Nikita was off with Tegan and there new friend Kaycee doing some work and having a night out before their big show.
However around Three AM she awakened and couldn't get back to sleep.. she slipped out of bed and wandered downstairs where Nikita was piss drunk. Slumped on the couch, the TV was blaring re-runs of old wrestling matches in between promos for the week. Nikita was stareing at it blank faced half there, half asleep.
Samantha: "Hey I could make you some coffee if you want, you look like you need it."
Nikita looked up a grin on her lips. Looking over her lover a playful lick of her lips as she rolled off the couch with a small stumble into Samantha's arms planting a messy poorly places kissed that missed about as much as it hit her lips. Samantha giggled and guided Nikita back to a an arm chair with a small shove.
Nikita Romanova: "Sure, I would really love some."
She turned her back to me and walked to the cabinet, pulling out the coffeemaker. Nikita kept her eyes glued to the small perky ass as it bounced away. Eyes crossing and uncrossing as she tried to keep focus on her. After a bit Samantha was back with a smile holding two cups of coffee and handed one to Nikita as she snuggled into the chair next to her.
Samantha: "Did you have fun with the girls tonight?"
Nikita Romanova: "Heh, it was very good if you couldn't tell. You should come out with us next time. You gotta meet T and KJ, they're real good girls, I think you'd like them."
Nikita paused taking a long sip of her coffee.
Nikita Romanova:"How about you? Did you have fun here all alone?"
Samantha: "Oh yeah totally. I spent the evening doing laundry, then I made a nice little dinner, took a long and luxurious bath in your tub.”
Nikita giggled putting her coffee down and wrapping her arms around Samantha pulling her close kissing along her neck as her fingers fooled with the robe Samantha had on.
Nikita Romanova: “Well maybe it's time I make up for you not coming out...and give your night a happy ending.”
Nikita giggles as her hands dipped inside Samantha’s robe. Samantha purred as she laid her head back. Running her fingers through Nikita's hair.
Samantha: “Mmm we can call it your pre-match workout baby.”
Nikita grinned as she swung her legs over Samantha straddling her kissing her deeply as the pressed together.
SCENE THREE
Nikita Romanova: “This is much more than just a match. It's a battle between two warriors. One who used to be at the top, and the other who is rising Star. Correct, you Gravedigger, are the one who used to be. I expected you to quiet down after I gave you my opening thoughts. You fired back, congrats.”
Nikita shakes her head softly as she walks around the NEW promo area set pacing slowly.
Nikita Romanova: “I don't need fuel from you. Didn't I mention that in my first promo?”
She wags her finger at the camera like she is scolding a small child.
Nikita Romanova: “You should be paying attention. Learning something. I'm glad you decided to reply though. You're making it far worse than what it should be. Are you looking for me to fire back off from what you said? I don't need your words to make an amazing promo. I can own you without you even speaking.”
She grins as she pulls a chair over and spins it backwards sitting down resting her arms across the top of it looking into the camera.
Nikita Romanova: “Let me show you...I want you to realize who I am. You trying to act like you're not worried isn't working. I know deep inside the pits of your stomach you fear me. You fear Nikita Romanova. For you know that I am ten times the athlete you are. Character. Heh, I've got character you could only dream of having. I don't have to say the same things in every promo like you. I switch it up. I have so many styles, that you can't even compare to. But you a legend. A man who built wrestling...paved the way for people like me eh? For the time being. After I'm done with you, you'll be hanging up the tights.”
She laughes softly running her fingers through her hair before settling back into place.
Nikita Romanova: “You aren't intimidating anymore. In fact, you're a joke. I've pushed Ex-Champions to their limits; practically destroyed Dixie...have you noticed she still hasn't shown her face since I beat her ass. Blair. What was it? The need to cheat to beat me, do you really think that counts as a true loss? I know how things work Gravedigger. I'm a seasoned veteran. I've been doing this my whole life in Russia and the UK. I am the Queen, and I am the wrestling goddess. You can refer to me as Athena if you like. It's all about your own preferences. But hey, keep up your tough guy act. It's amusing. Just like Dixie did, i will be beating you too. Maybe I'll even make you tap. That should be even better. Watch a big legend like yourself, tapping like a little bitch to a girl. Or would you rather be beat unconscious?”
She pauses letting it sink in...as if letting Digger make up his mind on how he wanted to lose this match.
Nikita Romanova: “It's all about how you want to lose Gravedigger. I know I will be winning, so I'm giving you options on how you want to take this defeat. Your confidence is shot just like your career. Teach me something, Gravedigger. I dare you to try and show me something I haven't seen...so far your saying the same thing Blair said, the same thing Dixie said...your rewording their promo's about my experience. About what I am...don't you have any of your own insults? Something orginal...something the big bad vet like you can pull out his bag to show me the upstart kid how this game is done? The student will be teaching the teacher. Because lord knows there isn't anything you can teach. Maybe how to lose the big match? How to lose to a Queen? Maybe even how to run your trap without being able to back it up? I don't need to sign up for a class Gravedigger, I've already graduated. I'm the main event. The Ultra-Violent Superstar. The Original. Dammit your just a cookie cutter, a mold wrestling schools pump out, your generic creepy guy number three in the end credits of this movie. Quit wasting space on my television with bullshit. No one believes it. You're not impressing anyone. Christ, no one buys your crazy and talk to the devil...no one buys your some lunatic...just like no one belies in the 80's people came from the fifth dimension...your a relic. I'm sure we can find you some legends day...some bingo hall paying people past their prime for a cheap prop. Somewhere you will actually get ahead. Because here, you're only declining. You're at the level I started at. Look at us. You whine about being a legend...being in the game so long. Yet your at the same level as a woman who is in only her third match in America...what does that tell you?”
Nikita stands up laughing as it sinks in...that all his hard work was for nothing. That he hit his peek, he was ending where she was starting.
Nikita Romanova: “Yup, ten steps ahead of you. Just like I said when I first started. I could've sworn I had guessed you would be a nobody when I got to the top. They could only hold me down so much. Now I'm sitting at the top, waiting for everyone else to catch up. Week in, week out I show that I am the greatest. I show why I am going to break everything Al Envy did here. We could've done this nice and easy...you could have laid down and passed the torch. You could have known it was over and just moved on. I mean how the hell could you even match what I'm doing. Sitting at the top, I look down and there are still the ass clowns like yourself, and Hunter, who still seem to think they have what it takes to beat me. Go home, work on your ability, then come and see me. “
She sighs and rests her back against the wall, her arms folding across her chest.
Nikita Romanova: “Oh wait, it still won't matter. I've got this match under control, and we both have known that since the card was booked. That gave you plenty of time to focus on the task at hand. You had plenty of time to study my tapes, and attempt to control me in the ring. It's still doubtful though. You proved in your promos you know nothing about me...proved your another man under esteeming me thinking I'm just a pretty face here to be famous. But what you don't understand Gravedigger is I've already run the survival of the sickest, I'm still standing. I've spent my life doing things you can't dream of doing...that you fear to do. I've built my life in Death Mathces. I've built my life around beating mindless cunts, and arrogant pissers like you into the ground till they are a bloody pulp and then spitting on your remains as I move on. You talk a lot about the devil Gravedigger...and they say the greatest lie he ever pulled was convincing the world he does not exits.”
She pauses a sick grin on her face.
Nikita Romanova: “Right? Isn't that what they say? But let me raise you this my little devil whisper...prehaps the biggest lie ever told was the devil was dark and scary...that he was like you a monster. But that's the lie...the lie you brought into. Just like you brought into the lie you can beat me. The devil was the most beautiful angel...the most gorgeous thing ever made by God himself. And that sounds a lot like me...so I suppose the devil is real Gravedigger...and tonight you finally get to meet her. Do you see what I just did there Gravedigger? I just jacked your whole gimmick from you, and made it sound ten times better. Not only that, I'm gonna jack you in the ring. Put you out on your back. Three count, then it's over. Just like it began. I enjoy shattering your hopes and dreams, because it's all too easy. Next thing you know, you will be opening shows, losing to people like Seth Lawless, Hunter, and Al Envy wondering how you feel from a pioneer of the ring to curtain jerkin with the rest of the loser of NEW. Keep it simple, and don't respond. You don't want to fire me up anymore then I am. Things would only get worse for you.”
She laughs as she grabs her things getting ready to end this and head to her locker room before she is off to beat the ass of this joke.
Nikita Romanova: “This is about being the Queen of NEW. I'm still twelve steps ahead of you, and I am gradually pulling away further and further. Maybe before you jumped in to this match, you should have beat a couple of rookies first, got your confidence back, and then came at me. Because we all know, you can't match what I bring.
And that's the truth.
Look at this flow. It's unmatched. Go home, do your research on Nikita Romanova. Try and come up with something that can actually work against me.
Heh, there is nothing.
I'm Queen. I'm not playing Goddess anymore.
I AM GOD!
Fuck outta here Gravedigger.”
She flips the camera off and walks away ready for her match. Ready to prove everyone wrong..ready to be the champion and prove to all these idiots in the back. She is the most dominant force in wrestling.