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Training Pt. 1; [Nikita]
Topic Started: Oct 25 2011, 07:18 PM (51 Views)
Craig
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Nikita Luck, the new-age Hellcat, is walking into the arena looking to conceal her appearance by wearing a hoodie and a baseball cap pulled down over her pretty face. She’s almost at the door when she notices a figure stood in the shadows. Trying to pay it no attention is worthless, as she recognises the figure in question.

Dark Angel: “You’re late.”

Nikki smiles, she knows she’s late and arguing would be futile... but she tries it anyway.

Nikita: “I could have sworn it was still Monday.”

Dark Angel: “It’s Tuesday and you’re late.”

She shrugs and waves him to join her in walking inside.

Nikita: “I had errands to run! People to see, places to experience. You know the drill. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Dark Angel narrows his eyes and shakes his head, still the sunglasses remain.

Dark Angel: “You took your time because you having sex with Blink?”

Nikita takes a step back amid shock and horror. He’s almost smirking at the accusation.

Nikita: “What?!”

Dark Angel: “You heard me. Did you just spend some precious moments with Blink?”

Nikita: “That’s none of your business."

Dark Angel: “Struck out, huh? You must be in the minority. I’ve only been back a day and I’ve heard that she’ll mud-wrestle her own mother for a ton of cash, an amusing clock and a sack of French porn!”

Her mouth falls open in offence and she punches his shoulder in anger. He blocks the second punch and slaps a hand around her throat, as if going for a chokeslam. She wrenches her neck free of his grip.

Nikita: “You ruined the moment! Now can we get to training?”

The Dark Angel sports a grin, a sinister crease to his face that hasn’t been seen in some time around this company.

Dark Angel: “Lesson number one is that physical training is only the first step. Emotional training is essential. You can be in the best condition of your life but if you’re going to lose your faculties at the first mention of things going too deep, everything you have will be gone.”

Nikita frowns and opens her mouth as if about to speak but then she halts, realising that if anybody knows that to be true... it’s him. The Dark Angel walks beyond Nikita into the car park.

Dark Angel: “Time to go to work.”

A raised eyebrow greets the FIW Legend but she shakes it away and follows her mentor as the scene fades. We rejoin them in said gym. The Dark Angel has a heavy punching bag in his hand and he motions her towards it.

Dark Angel: “The bag is your enemy. Take it out with strikes.”

Nikita: “Feet or hands?”

Dark Angel: “Both for all I care.”

Nikita bounces from foot to foot as she psyches herself up (possibly muttering ‘the bag is Anna, the bag is Anna’) and the rather strange individual signals for the session to begin.

Dark Angel: “Commence.”

Nikita lays a few hard whipped kicks into the bag, sending it towards The Dark Angel. He extends a muscular arm, pushing it back toward Nikita with a mere flick. Nikki continues her assault on the bag with some big overhand rights and The Dark Angel continues to ensure she doesn’t get a rest break by keeping it close to her. Nikita steps back after a hard kick to catch her breath but he hurls the bag at her and it knocks her off balance.

Nikita: “Hey!”

Dark Angel: “Oh, you’re right. I do believe Anna will stop coming after you.”

The Dark Angel pushes the bag into her body again, knocking her back a few more paces. Nikita glares at him and kicks the bag hard. He rounds on it and sends it back at Nikita, who breaks up the kicks with a forearm shiver. The forearm doesn’t send the bag far back but the big man pushes it forward with the same force. Nikita is sent off-kilter and she slips to the ground. She leaps back up to her feet keen to show it was an accident but already he stands with his arms crossed over his chest and he doesn’t look impressed.

Dark Angel: “What have you been doing these last few months? Have you forgotten everything I taught you?”

Nikki grits her teeth and points an accusing finger.

Nikita: “What was that supposed to prove? That the bag is heavier than me? That you enjoy torturing me? Did the girls in Tokyo not prove to be as loose as you would have liked??”

His face reacts little to her stinging verbal jabs.

Dark Angel: “Did you ask me to train you or to bunch your hair? Because I didn’t come all this way to see you lose... again. It’s my way or I will happily hop, skip and jump back on a plane out of here. Are we clear?”

Nikita nods her head, signalling her submission.

Nikita: “We’re clear.”

Dark Angel: “Good, that might be the first smart thing you’ve said all day. Now run. I’ll let you know when your two hours are up.”

Nikki starts to complain at the length of time but she knows resistance is wasted on the likes of the Angel. She looks around for apparatus.

Nikita: “Treadmill?”

Dark Angel: “Around the edge is fine.”

Nikita shakes her limbs loose before setting off into a jog, which soon turns into a run. The Dark Angel moves aside and stands to observe. I could swear a look of pride crosses his face but only for a fleeting moment.
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