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Training Pt.3; [Nikita]
Topic Started: Oct 27 2011, 05:21 PM (35 Views)
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We’re back in The Dark Angel’s chosen Italian gym for this Italian Job (see what I did there? Clever). Today the Dark Lord himself has entered the makeshift ring to confront Nikita.

Nikita: “You’re actually going to be fight me?”

Dark Angel: “Sparring, yes.”

Nikki grabs her stomach while she laughs and points at her mentor. He does not look amused, even though he’s still wearing those bloody sunglasses. It's like they're glued to his head.

Nikita: “Get real, I’m in the prime of my career and it’s been eight years since you competed.”

Dark Angel: “All right, then this should be a walk in the park for you.”

DA throws his hands up and Nikita slowly copies her trainer, with some notable scepticism. They lock up and The Dark Angel wastes no time in forcing her back into a corner. He drives in a knee to the gut and then snapmares her out of the corner. DA laces her with a stiff kick right in the middle of the shoulder blades, which echoes with a slap around the gym.

Nikita: “All right! Sparring!”

Nikki pulls herself up and backs away. As soon as she’s out of reaching distance she offers a look of derision.

Nikita: “That was the most lucky shot I’ve ever seen.”

He offers only a stern nod and then comes forward, swotting a forearm shot away and picking her up with one arm for a scoop slam. Dark Angel measures her and drives an elbow down across her throat. He picks her up by her hair and throws Nikki into the ropes. She rebounds into a big boot and collapses to the mat.

Dark Angel: “Lucky shot that time too? I can see why Anna thinks you’re a bimbo.”

Nikita rubs her jaw as she sits up. He stands in a corner and places a hand on the top rope either side of him.

Dark Angel: “You don’t need training.”

Nikita: “Really? I could have sworn I did.”

Dark Angel: “You need faith. You need to trust. You’re such a bright girl with so much potential... you’re wasting it here with me.”

She begins to respond but he holds up a hand to stop her talking, as he did last week during their first reunion. He’s not interested in her reasoning.

Dark Angel: “In eight years, I’ve been through a lot. I’ve learned lessons beyond what you could understand... I’ve even been normal. I was just like you, angry... spiteful... misguided... bitter. I really don’t blame you, anybody would have trouble putting away in their mind what has happened to you in recent weeks. But events don’t change people, people change themselves. Stop letting events change you.”

Nikita nods her head, more to herself than anything else. She sinks to a cross-legged position on the mat and begins to focus. The Dark Angel stoops through the ropes and leaves the ring, she’s as ready as far as he’s concerned.
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