Post by Nikita Romanova on May 13, 2015 19:08:22 GMT -5
The scene opens up in an outdoor parking lot, sandwiched between an urban setting of apartment buildings and gated up stretches of businesses. A single gray street lamp about twenty feet high was the sole illumination for the medium sized lot, which featured about eight to ten cars littered around. They all formed a circle near the middle, which another two cars horizontally blocking two of the exits. As the camera zoomed in, it passed a street sign on a chipped green pole, the sign going across the screen reading Washington Ave. It couldn’t be seen what the other sign read, except for the first two letters, which were C and A. Still zooming in, we could see that there were about twenty people, most talking loudly or cheering perhaps, and most were sitting on car hoods or standing beside them. There were also two people in the middle of the circle, and the light shined directly on them to see that there was some sort of skirmish going on.
About half of the people there were black, and the other half comprised of a mixture of white and Hispanic. There was one sole outsider from these three ethnic groups represented, and she happened to be one of the two that were engaged in combat in the center of the concrete ring. She was wearing a plain white tank top with black pants that matched the midnight colored hair on her head. It was pulled back into a small pony tail. It was a friend of Nikita Romanova's, a woman by the name of Tatia, who Nikita had been friends with since she broke into wrestling, who also had double as her tag partner in the past. The hair bounced as she did, light on her feet, circling a man who was a few inches bigger than she was, and appeared to be much more muscular. The man was also a lot slower, as he would soon prove by charging into the smaller girl head first. All the Muay Thai trained Tatia had to do was sidestep and drive a vicious knee underneath the man’s jaw, and the guy was down for the count. The crowd around booed as one woman started to laugh a little bit.
The camera shifted to Nikita Romanova, who had been seated on the hood of a Mercedes Benz that was enshrouded mostly by areas where the light couldn’t touch. She clapped her hands a bit, then wiggled her fingers towards the man to his right. The man, a much larger guy, just shook his head slowly from side to side, bringing his hand up and slamming it down onto Nikita’s. When the man’s hand came back up, Nikita’s was filled with a stack of bills, appearing to be all twenties. Nikita chuckled, nodding her head as she flipped through the stack. She pulled it apart about halfway, then tossed one of the stacks to her approaching bodyguard. The girl caught it, giving a nod back in return as she pocketed the loot and sat on the hood as Nikita was just getting up. To say that Nikita stood out in this crowd would be a gross understatement. Whereas everyone else was dressed in either t-shirts or hoodies, jeans or camos, Nikita was sporting a button down black collared blouse and a freshly pressed white skirt. She also wore a pair of Italian leather heels on her feet, but they were the perfect cap off to her long legs.
Nikita Romanova: “Well, that was certainly a fun time wasn’t it? You’re winner of the fight, my friend and yours, Tatia!”
Nikita motioned towards her compatriot and clapped again, but only two or three people actually joined in with her as the rest seemed to be rather upset at the outcome of the fight.
Nikita Romanova: “Sorry about Tony, just not your day. I think maybe next time, you should make sure how much fight’s in the dog before you go and run your mouth.”
Nikita Romanova smirked as the guy who had just lost was wiping off a stream of blood that had formed between his lower lip and chin. Nikita started to walk back to her car, as the guy stood up straight.
Tony: “Too bad you gotta have some lackey do all your work. What’s the matter, too much of a pussy to mix it up now?”
A few members of the crowd came out with some “oooh’s” and “ohhh shit’s”, which caused Nikita to stop in her tracks. Tatai started to get up off of the hood, but Nikita raised her hand, palm flat up in the air, which caused her to sit back down. Nikita Romanova turned around to look at Tony, then started to laugh a little bit.
Nikita Romanova: “Pussy? No my friend, just not a street fighter. Neither are you really…you’re just a thug who dresses like a bum. That don’t make you tough.”
Tony: “Tough? Didn’t you lose to a twice last week you dumb dyke...once in NEW and then again in LAW?”
Before the man could blink, before anyone had time to react, Nikita’s left hand jutted out and connected with the previously defeated man’s jaw. He staggered back and Nikita followed this up by hitting him with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face, dropping the man while spinning him three hundred and sixty degrees. The crowd was silent for a moment, but then just erupted in laughter and cheers as they gathered around the fallen man while Nikita walked away. There was even a “you got knocked the fuck out” thrown in there somewhere. As the rabble was jawing away, they seemingly didn’t notice that Nikita Romanova and her associate had gotten back into their car, slowly pulling out of the parking lot, just sliding past one of the cars that were blocking the exit.
Tatia is actually seated in the back, as an unknown or unseen camera man was positioned in the passenger’s seat next to Nikita. She keeps her eyes focused on the road ahead, as street and stop lights pass her by outside the window.
Nikita Romanova: “I’ve been keeping sort of a low profile since the Last Show, mainly because I was embarrassed. Sure, it was against a champ, which is admirable on some level I’m sure, but you have to take into consideration that I am Nikita Romanova...and I am top of the food chain. Belt or no belt...I do not lose. Against me she was the one who had to prove herself...to prove she could hang still with the new dogs who were coming in to replace her...she wanted to prove herself to everyone, and she did just that, by lasting the longest, by pinning me. It came down to the simple fact she got lucky...and that will not happen two weeks in a row. I must sound bitter, but you have to admit that I have good validation. I am without question, one of the best wrestlers in this industry, pound for pound there are very few that can match up with me, and in my third match in LAW they are danging a belt in front of me. Begging me to lead there new breed of superstars. Which is fine...and I understand they just can't hand it to me. But really this was the best they could bring to me? Against some rookie with a dumbass name like Bloody Mary...I mean it's a great drink but shit for a ring name. I’m not quite sure what she is going for. Is she violent? If she wants to try that right...I'm hapy to show her why I am Russia's Ultra-Violent Superstar. If it's what she plans to do in this match...that is fine too a little blood never bothered me. If it's because she is a lush...well least she won't remember the beating I will hand her. But really can anyone tell me why she deserves to be in the ring with me, but they actually go ahead and put me up against this girl? Are they out of their minds? If I wasn't here...is this the type of person LAW would slap the belt on? What would they bring to the title. Nothing! They would do jack for LAW. A belt on Nikita is all eyes on your belt. A belt on Blood Mary...is well something to hold her gut in check. Which from the looks of her might not be a bad thing... How did you get in this match Mary? Did you sleep with someone? No...if you did that you would have drawn an easier straw...did you suck in bed with someone while trying to get ahead? Maybe used a bit to much teeth on the boss man? Probably…who knows, maybe it was a way for her to get a contract extension. It was in the fine print, along with all the contracts for the women in this place who can't cut it in the ring…must fuck the president to get a good chance around here. But to be put across from me...is not a way to keep yourself healthy or getting ahead here. You must have pissed someone off Mary for them to feed you to me for your first shot to be an anything.”
Nikita scoffs slightly, shaking her head as the woman in the back seat remains silent. Nikita seems undaunted though, and just continues on.
Nikita Romanova: “So back to these facts Mary…I don’t know what you did to piss off the president, or maybe you’re supposed to be the next best thing since auto-erotic asphyxiation...I don't know. No matter what the case though, I honestly feel bad for you. Not only are you going into the ring with one of the all around best, but you just happen to be stepping in there when I’m in not such a pleasant mood. I consider it an insult to even have to lace up my boots, to even put on my ring attire, when having to go in there with you. Nothing personally against you, but what you represent. It’s like sending the New York Yankees down to double A ball to face the Birmingham Barons. If you don’t know baseball, that’s going to go over your head, but everyone knows the Yankees, and everyone knows Nikita Romanova.”
Nikita Romanova: “But you know, I’ve actually come to a compromise within myself, something that brings me peace. I realized, that in one on one competition, not only am I virtually unbeatable, but the higher ups around this place….they’re afraid of me. I know it’s true, why else would they avoid me. It's why they are paving the way for me to be the first champion of this belt. They want a fighting champion. They want someone they know will go to the ring week in and week oput and whip ass and make the belt mean something. So when I toss it aside for the highest rung, the poor soul who picks it up...had cred. If you got it...if little Mary won the belt. She would hide at home. Snuggle the belt like a damn teddy bear...telling the mommy look I finally made it...I'm a champion. She would polish it and smile for the camera...so proud of herself. Why wrestle? It’s like why bother go into a courtroom when you’re a lawyer. Most people in this business are in it because of the thrill of competition, the excitement and the ability to test themselves, all by themselves, in there just going one on one to see if they have what it takes. People like her…they get into it because it’s more dignifying than being a prostitute, and more money. What does she know about competition? I’m in there, each and every week, fighting to climb the ladder which she sits at, having to absolutely do nothing. Why is that Mary? If you step in the ring with the big girls and have to do something you might lose? We all might see what a loser you are? We all might see how you have always been a never been? We don't need to see you step in the ring to know that. You were born a no one, you have lived the life of a nobody and your going to die a nothing. I think I’ve said enough, you make the call. You may hate or despise me, but at least I’ve earned your respect. What’s she earned, besides this shot?”
Nikita Romanova laughs a bit as she is focused on the road the whole time, while the song “Rusty Cage” by Soundgarden was playing in the background. The scene slowly starts to fade out as the song winds down and then ends, and then all turns black. Before it could end though, a set of words slowly appear in white lettering, saying, “simply the best”. As those words disappear, the scene finally comes to an end.
About half of the people there were black, and the other half comprised of a mixture of white and Hispanic. There was one sole outsider from these three ethnic groups represented, and she happened to be one of the two that were engaged in combat in the center of the concrete ring. She was wearing a plain white tank top with black pants that matched the midnight colored hair on her head. It was pulled back into a small pony tail. It was a friend of Nikita Romanova's, a woman by the name of Tatia, who Nikita had been friends with since she broke into wrestling, who also had double as her tag partner in the past. The hair bounced as she did, light on her feet, circling a man who was a few inches bigger than she was, and appeared to be much more muscular. The man was also a lot slower, as he would soon prove by charging into the smaller girl head first. All the Muay Thai trained Tatia had to do was sidestep and drive a vicious knee underneath the man’s jaw, and the guy was down for the count. The crowd around booed as one woman started to laugh a little bit.
The camera shifted to Nikita Romanova, who had been seated on the hood of a Mercedes Benz that was enshrouded mostly by areas where the light couldn’t touch. She clapped her hands a bit, then wiggled her fingers towards the man to his right. The man, a much larger guy, just shook his head slowly from side to side, bringing his hand up and slamming it down onto Nikita’s. When the man’s hand came back up, Nikita’s was filled with a stack of bills, appearing to be all twenties. Nikita chuckled, nodding her head as she flipped through the stack. She pulled it apart about halfway, then tossed one of the stacks to her approaching bodyguard. The girl caught it, giving a nod back in return as she pocketed the loot and sat on the hood as Nikita was just getting up. To say that Nikita stood out in this crowd would be a gross understatement. Whereas everyone else was dressed in either t-shirts or hoodies, jeans or camos, Nikita was sporting a button down black collared blouse and a freshly pressed white skirt. She also wore a pair of Italian leather heels on her feet, but they were the perfect cap off to her long legs.
Nikita Romanova: “Well, that was certainly a fun time wasn’t it? You’re winner of the fight, my friend and yours, Tatia!”
Nikita motioned towards her compatriot and clapped again, but only two or three people actually joined in with her as the rest seemed to be rather upset at the outcome of the fight.
Nikita Romanova: “Sorry about Tony, just not your day. I think maybe next time, you should make sure how much fight’s in the dog before you go and run your mouth.”
Nikita Romanova smirked as the guy who had just lost was wiping off a stream of blood that had formed between his lower lip and chin. Nikita started to walk back to her car, as the guy stood up straight.
Tony: “Too bad you gotta have some lackey do all your work. What’s the matter, too much of a pussy to mix it up now?”
A few members of the crowd came out with some “oooh’s” and “ohhh shit’s”, which caused Nikita to stop in her tracks. Tatai started to get up off of the hood, but Nikita raised her hand, palm flat up in the air, which caused her to sit back down. Nikita Romanova turned around to look at Tony, then started to laugh a little bit.
Nikita Romanova: “Pussy? No my friend, just not a street fighter. Neither are you really…you’re just a thug who dresses like a bum. That don’t make you tough.”
Tony: “Tough? Didn’t you lose to a twice last week you dumb dyke...once in NEW and then again in LAW?”
Before the man could blink, before anyone had time to react, Nikita’s left hand jutted out and connected with the previously defeated man’s jaw. He staggered back and Nikita followed this up by hitting him with a spinning roundhouse kick to the face, dropping the man while spinning him three hundred and sixty degrees. The crowd was silent for a moment, but then just erupted in laughter and cheers as they gathered around the fallen man while Nikita walked away. There was even a “you got knocked the fuck out” thrown in there somewhere. As the rabble was jawing away, they seemingly didn’t notice that Nikita Romanova and her associate had gotten back into their car, slowly pulling out of the parking lot, just sliding past one of the cars that were blocking the exit.
Tatia is actually seated in the back, as an unknown or unseen camera man was positioned in the passenger’s seat next to Nikita. She keeps her eyes focused on the road ahead, as street and stop lights pass her by outside the window.
Nikita Romanova: “I’ve been keeping sort of a low profile since the Last Show, mainly because I was embarrassed. Sure, it was against a champ, which is admirable on some level I’m sure, but you have to take into consideration that I am Nikita Romanova...and I am top of the food chain. Belt or no belt...I do not lose. Against me she was the one who had to prove herself...to prove she could hang still with the new dogs who were coming in to replace her...she wanted to prove herself to everyone, and she did just that, by lasting the longest, by pinning me. It came down to the simple fact she got lucky...and that will not happen two weeks in a row. I must sound bitter, but you have to admit that I have good validation. I am without question, one of the best wrestlers in this industry, pound for pound there are very few that can match up with me, and in my third match in LAW they are danging a belt in front of me. Begging me to lead there new breed of superstars. Which is fine...and I understand they just can't hand it to me. But really this was the best they could bring to me? Against some rookie with a dumbass name like Bloody Mary...I mean it's a great drink but shit for a ring name. I’m not quite sure what she is going for. Is she violent? If she wants to try that right...I'm hapy to show her why I am Russia's Ultra-Violent Superstar. If it's what she plans to do in this match...that is fine too a little blood never bothered me. If it's because she is a lush...well least she won't remember the beating I will hand her. But really can anyone tell me why she deserves to be in the ring with me, but they actually go ahead and put me up against this girl? Are they out of their minds? If I wasn't here...is this the type of person LAW would slap the belt on? What would they bring to the title. Nothing! They would do jack for LAW. A belt on Nikita is all eyes on your belt. A belt on Blood Mary...is well something to hold her gut in check. Which from the looks of her might not be a bad thing... How did you get in this match Mary? Did you sleep with someone? No...if you did that you would have drawn an easier straw...did you suck in bed with someone while trying to get ahead? Maybe used a bit to much teeth on the boss man? Probably…who knows, maybe it was a way for her to get a contract extension. It was in the fine print, along with all the contracts for the women in this place who can't cut it in the ring…must fuck the president to get a good chance around here. But to be put across from me...is not a way to keep yourself healthy or getting ahead here. You must have pissed someone off Mary for them to feed you to me for your first shot to be an anything.”
Nikita scoffs slightly, shaking her head as the woman in the back seat remains silent. Nikita seems undaunted though, and just continues on.
Nikita Romanova: “So back to these facts Mary…I don’t know what you did to piss off the president, or maybe you’re supposed to be the next best thing since auto-erotic asphyxiation...I don't know. No matter what the case though, I honestly feel bad for you. Not only are you going into the ring with one of the all around best, but you just happen to be stepping in there when I’m in not such a pleasant mood. I consider it an insult to even have to lace up my boots, to even put on my ring attire, when having to go in there with you. Nothing personally against you, but what you represent. It’s like sending the New York Yankees down to double A ball to face the Birmingham Barons. If you don’t know baseball, that’s going to go over your head, but everyone knows the Yankees, and everyone knows Nikita Romanova.”
Nikita Romanova: “But you know, I’ve actually come to a compromise within myself, something that brings me peace. I realized, that in one on one competition, not only am I virtually unbeatable, but the higher ups around this place….they’re afraid of me. I know it’s true, why else would they avoid me. It's why they are paving the way for me to be the first champion of this belt. They want a fighting champion. They want someone they know will go to the ring week in and week oput and whip ass and make the belt mean something. So when I toss it aside for the highest rung, the poor soul who picks it up...had cred. If you got it...if little Mary won the belt. She would hide at home. Snuggle the belt like a damn teddy bear...telling the mommy look I finally made it...I'm a champion. She would polish it and smile for the camera...so proud of herself. Why wrestle? It’s like why bother go into a courtroom when you’re a lawyer. Most people in this business are in it because of the thrill of competition, the excitement and the ability to test themselves, all by themselves, in there just going one on one to see if they have what it takes. People like her…they get into it because it’s more dignifying than being a prostitute, and more money. What does she know about competition? I’m in there, each and every week, fighting to climb the ladder which she sits at, having to absolutely do nothing. Why is that Mary? If you step in the ring with the big girls and have to do something you might lose? We all might see what a loser you are? We all might see how you have always been a never been? We don't need to see you step in the ring to know that. You were born a no one, you have lived the life of a nobody and your going to die a nothing. I think I’ve said enough, you make the call. You may hate or despise me, but at least I’ve earned your respect. What’s she earned, besides this shot?”
Nikita Romanova laughs a bit as she is focused on the road the whole time, while the song “Rusty Cage” by Soundgarden was playing in the background. The scene slowly starts to fade out as the song winds down and then ends, and then all turns black. Before it could end though, a set of words slowly appear in white lettering, saying, “simply the best”. As those words disappear, the scene finally comes to an end.