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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 28 2011, 07:53 PM (38 Views) | |
| Craig | Oct 28 2011, 07:53 PM Post #1 |
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Welcome one and all to the Stadio San Poalo in Naples. Ring attendants and other such worker monkeys (HCM Gimmick Infringement) are working on the ring and entrance way. Since the fixings and show lights haven’t get been turned on, the arena is only lit by the normal house lights that don’t give it such a bright appearance. In the dimly lit arena there appears to be a figure sat in one of the seats in the upper deck. The spitfire known as Nikita Luck is sat in one of the seats, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms clasped around her shins. Her eyes stare out over the empty arena down towards the ring. The view comes in closer until it’s simply watching Nikita concentrate on the empty space below. Is she thinking about her match with Anna? Or her trainer, The Dark Angel standing in her corner? Maybe both? Maybe neither. Only Nikita could tell us that. Nikita: “You know…” Nikita begins speaking but she’s not speaking to anybody in particular. She’s not moved her head towards the approaching camera or even turned away from it, her eyes remain unblinking as she stares down at the ring. Nikita: “I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I’m doing here. It’s no secret I have no passion for the locker room anymore. And that must seem really ironic considering I could have walked away last week, I could have hung out in Japan with him and not come back.” Nikita goes quiet following her comment on her passion. She goes so quiet for so long that it’s almost worth leaving her and coming back later. Nikki then quietly begins to speak once again. Nikita: “I’m glad that I came back, thinks are patched up with Blink and that’s the most important thing. But him? He’s agreed to come back to the company that banished him to begin with. Is that what’s keeping me here this week? The good Lord above knows I have another place I could be right now.” She ponders that for a moment. Could not need, though. Is she referring to the bedside of her recovering sister, Raven? Or does she in fact have other places she’d rather be? Nikita: “But then I saw it on a big poster advertising this week’s show… the reason I’m still here. Anna.” Her opponent in the Hellcat Revival, which seems to have stemmed from the Jaime Lee vs. Emily Stratfield encounter at Blessed & Forsaken and more importantly garnered a bit of pride for both concerned. Nikita: “It’s taken me a couple of weeks to realise but the last time Anna and I fought, I saw it. There was a fire in her eyes. A passion. I never noticed it before and she does a good job at not showing it often. But I could see it. She’s hungry for respect and recognition, not just hurting people. She’s more hungry than I am.” Nikki seems to have a hard time accepting that and digesting it. She sighs and finally blinks away as the emotional pain builds up inside her. Nikita: “I realised in that moment that it’s not the locker room I’ve lost my passion for; it’s the people inside it. I can’t trust any single one of them. Somebody in there attacked my sister in the parking lot and I feel responsible, I told her to go out there to wait for me. I thought she’d be safe. Now she’s even wondering if she can trust me, can I trust me.” Nikita shakes her head, not because she can’t be trusted but at the fact she put her own sister in harm’s way. She feels responsible for what happened and she’s beating herself up over it every single day. Nikita: “But it struck me, I know who I can trust and that’s Anna.” Yes, you heard right. Nikita: “I can trust Anna, I can trust her to come to the ring and try to break me. I can trust her to fight this match as if it will be her last and I can trust her to keep coming back for more. As strange as it sounds, she’s probably the only person I can trust right now.” She brushes a stray piece of hair back from her face and a small smile forms at her mouth. Nikita: “Crazy, yeah?” This would be a good time to fade but before we do, Nikita sees The Dark Angel approaches in his scowling demeanour. Fade. |
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