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Training Pt. 2; [Nikita]
Topic Started: Oct 26 2011, 04:04 PM (27 Views)
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For a change, Nikita begins this offering alone. She’s heading back into the gym but in what is a growing trend, she notices a familiar man stood next to the entry doors. Nikita tries to make her way inside before a conversation occurs but she’s too late, Jeff Noon has spotted her.

Noon: “Nikita! Any chance of some comments about your match with Anna this week at Hallowe’Volt?”

Nikita: “Not today, Jeff. I’ve got to do some training with DA.”

Noon: “Really? All work and no play? You can spare me just a few minutes, surely?”

Nikita: “Later, maybe. I don’t have any time right now.”

Jeff starts to protest but Nikita shoves him out of her path. He is shocked by her strong will but she won’t apologise.

Nikita: “I really don’t want to find out what happens if I’m late for him.”

Nikki enters the building and heads straight into the gym, where the monstrous Dark Angel is stood impatiently waiting. There appears to be a ring set up and this time there are plenty of beefy men dotted around the gym.

Nikita: “What’s today?”

Dark Angel: “Strength. Look at these arms.”

He grabs one of Nikita’s arms and raises it. He wraps an entire hand around her forearm and then her bicep.

Dark Angel: “Look at that. Pathetic.”

Nikita: “I’m a Hellcat! My arms are supposed to look like that! I’m not out there winning any bodybuilding prizes, I wrestle and I wrestle pretty well.”

He wants to counter with ‘that’s a matter of opinion’ but he decides better of it.

Dark Angel: “Strength is important. Say you can pick up a person the size of... Mad Dawg, that means you can pick up somebody half his size for a lot longer.”

Nikita: “That makes sense.”

Dark Angel: “So I think we’ll pit you against... Jesus.”

He points to a man weighing about 260-270, he’s bench pressing a weight probably around 150 and doing it rather easily.

Nikita: “Huh?”

Dark Angel: “Not that one, *HAY-zoos*.”

Nikita steps up into the ring and the Mexican ‘gentleman’ Jesus joins her. He’s practically licking his lips at the thought of getting his hands on Nikita. Of course, she has other ideas. The Dark Angel picks up and unfolds a metal chair, he takes a seat to observe the action. Nikita locks up with Jesus and gets blasted with a knee as she attempts to scoop him up. As she’s being stomped upon, she sticks her head under the bottom rope to converse with her mentor.

Nikita: “You do know I have a match this week?”

Dark Angel: “Sure. Why do you think you’re getting worked like this? You need to be in fighting shape and you look puny.”

Nikki fights back up to her feet and catches Jesus running at her with both feet up in the face thanks to leverage from the ropes. Nikita runs out of the corner and stuns Jesus with a dropkick, before scooping him up and executing a slam. She celebrates her move.

Dark Angel: “Don’t get cocky or I’ll increase the intensity. We could be here all week!”

Nikita: “How could we possibly increase? I’ve already been here all week!”

Dark Angel: “Human body only needs six hours of sleep to remain healthy. You haven’t’ been here for eighteen hours a day... yet.”

Nikita is up and manages to back body drop Jesus, albeit with some difficulty. She leaps on him and starts pounding away with fists. The Dark Angel begins muttering to himself as he watches on.

Dark Angel: “Look at her. My poor sister got jumped in a parking lot, we’re not even in Syracuse. The downtrodden and abused, she thinks life owes her something.”

Nikita has overheard his mutterings amongst elbow drops driven down.

Nikita: “Are you talking about me? I don’t think life owes me anything!”

Dark Angel: “Then why are you so willing to take it?”

Nikki traps Jesus in a turnbuckle and shows her developing strength to twist him into a loose tree of woe.

Nikita: “So if somebody stopped you in the street and offered you five thousand dollars, you wouldn’t take it?”

Dark Angel: “Not a chance. If someone walked up to me on the street and handed me five thousand dollars then it’s likely counterfeit, stolen or dirty in one way or another... but that’s not the issue. You’re not being GIVEN anything. You’re TAKING it.”

Nikita: “Damn right I am.”

She backs up and baseball slides her feet into Jesus’ head, her momentum sends her into the watching camera and it cuts to static, annoyingly.
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