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Post by Nicole Mauler on Aug 18, 2011 13:09:18 GMT -5
Nikki's walk through the backstage area was almost tearing a hole through the officials and stage hands present tonight in the Wildcard arena. She could feel herself bumping into nearly everyone as she walked with a purpose towards her destination. She had a bone to pick, and better yet an ass to kick for what happened to her one week ago.
Tonight there were no smiles or witty comments to be made to the staff or interviewers of Sin City Wrestling while that stern look on her face only increased as she got closer and closer to the locker room she was headed to. So much so, even the resident interviewer stalker Donovan couldn't break her stride almost shoving the microphone into her face as she passed by him...
Donovan: Nikki, Nikki Mauler can we please have a wo--
**BOOM**
Instantly the microphone was pushed out of her face with enough force to send the man away out of her path as she kept on walking with malicious intent.
Minutes later she found herself at her destination, with the Bombshells title in her hands it dangled to the floor as her opposite hand banged on the door in front of her, before sending a hard kick to the door, sending it flying open in less than a single second.
Stepping into the room, the door which had bounced off of the wall behind it, came almost flying back towards her, the hand clutching onto the title pushing it aside once again, before she stepped fully into the room. Dropping the title to the floor her eyes immediately darted to the object of her aggression, letting her intentions known right off the bat...
"Sorry I didn't come sooner bitch. That super kick rocked me more than I thought it could. But I'm here now so... You ready to get your ass kicked all over this arena tonight?"
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Post by Sara Stone on Aug 18, 2011 14:59:29 GMT -5
Sooner? Hell if you got here any later I'd have come looking for you myself.
Kicking over the chair she was sitting in, Sara stood up and stared into the face of Nicole. Aggression. How sweet. She must not have predicted the ass whooping she was gonna get tonight, and at Fight Night. In front of thousands of people, with her life in the hands of Sara. Oh yes, Sara was gonna enjoy this. |
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Post by Nicole Mauler on Aug 18, 2011 15:28:31 GMT -5
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Not wasting a single second for the back and forth small talk, Nicole sends a hard punch to Sara’s face causing for her to stagger backwards. Without hesitation Nicole was already charging her, sending her shoulder into her abdomen with a bone jarring spear, the impact sending them both crashing onto the chair Sara had kicked to the side just moments ago.
“You fucking bitch!”
Straight away Nicole started sending punches flying down onto Sara, both fists wailing onto her target ferociously. One after another, over and over again, Nicole sent her fists down onto Sara for what seemed to be only a second to someone who was as enraged as she was.
Quickly she dismounted her opponent, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her to her feet, drawing her arm back for what was to be a knockout blow..
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Post by Sara Stone on Aug 18, 2011 15:33:45 GMT -5
Not to be defeated that easily, Sara kicks Nicole in the gut, making her release her grip, and then sends her down to one knee with a kick to the back of her right knee.
"Get down on your knees, like a real bitch does..."
She then kicks her in the face, and climbs on top of her and starts raining down punches like Nicole just did. After a couple seconds, she gets up, grabbing Nicole and lifting her to her feet, and kicks her in the chest, sending her flying backwards into the lockers. Sara smiled and turned to the crowd who had gathered outside of the door for a second, but that was a huge mistake... |
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Post by Nicole Mauler on Aug 18, 2011 15:44:46 GMT -5
Regaining her composure as much as she could, her hand was clutched over her chest for only a split second, feeling the pain from the kick to the chest. Seeing an opening, she rushed towards Sara again, this time, sending her fist flying towards Sara's stomach with a massive punch, sending a barrage of oohs and ahhs through the room from the crowd that had gathered outside the door.
Sara instantly doubled over, Nicole herself going down to one knee, and clutching her chest area again. Taking a second to catch her breath, she drew back again, sending a hard uppercut to Sara's stomach again, hearing a loud gulp almost as she stumbled to keep her balance. Slowly standing to her feet, her eyes dart back to Sara again..
"You wanna blindside someone like a coward... Try takin' me down while I'm staring right at you, you fucking snake... Let's see how you like a foot in your throat!"
In attack mode again, Nicole shifts her body slightly, turning sideways just enough to send her own super kick towards Sara's face, when...
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Post by Sara Stone on Aug 18, 2011 15:56:30 GMT -5
Nicole got hit. HARD. With a spinning backfist to the jaw/neck area, and Sara didn't know what hit her but she went down as well. Nicole probably accidentally kicked her in the back of the head or something, but she wasn't sure. Now, both women were on the ground, reeling from the collision. Sara got up, but she felt dizzy from the kick, and almost fell over, but she barely managed to catch herself on the door that stood ajar. She could see Nicole was over on all fours, trying to get up, and she kicked her in the stomach.
"Heh.... you're not Red Foreman, and your foot isn't going up anyone's ass."
She leaned over to pick Nicole up, positioning her chin and face directly over Nicoles arm, which she didn't see moving, and couldn't stop what happened next... |
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Post by Nicole Mauler on Aug 18, 2011 22:07:37 GMT -5
Sara got rocked hard with an upward swinging forearm into Sara’s throat, driving it into Sara hard enough to send her flying a few feet away. Straight away Nicole scrambled back towards the door on all fours, grabbing up the Bombshells title before scurrying across the floor towards Sara, ending it off with a 2 handed ax handle type of maneuver with the belt, sending it smashing into Sara’s face.
At this point Nikki didn’t give a damn what happened to Sara and was aiming to beat the living hell out of her for as long as she possibly could
Not a second later, she sent the title crashing into Sara’s forehead again.. And again and again, all the while the chatter, oohs and aahhs from the people watching on were ignored completely. After nearly a dozen times of the title being crashed against Sara’s face, Nikki tossed the title aside as if it were nothing to her, then the punches and forearms promptly started up again..
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Post by Sara Stone on Aug 18, 2011 22:32:09 GMT -5
Grabbing Nicole's arm, she pulled her leg around and grabbed the back of her face, resulting in a twisted, cramped gogoplata which hurt both women. After about 30 seconds, not caring if she was out or not, she left go and kicked Nicole away. Stomping her in the gut a couple of times, she looked over and saw the Bombshells title. Walking over, she looked in the hall at the people gathered outside the door, and then picked up the title. Gazing at herself in it's reflection for a couple minutes, she regained her composure and turned around, and it would be the last thing she would remember for the rest of the night... |
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Post by Nicole Mauler on Aug 19, 2011 9:49:49 GMT -5
**BAM!!!**
The sound and impact of the chair crashing over Sara's head shocked the crowd in the corridor. Nikki had swung so hard that it sent both of them smashing against the hallway floor, anyone around could hear both women writhing in pain almost instantly.
Scrambling to her feet again, Nikki's hand found it's way to her forehead holding it feeling the pain from the severity of the fight, she reached down yanking Sara by the hair this time and almost dragging her to her feet down the corridor a few feet to one of the crates with wheels on it, slamming her head into it over and over again. Before she knew it a crimson liquid began to form on the sides of the crate itself causing for everyone watching to start to think that this had gone too far. Seizing the moment she grabbed Sara's hair again, raising her to her feet as much as possible before placing a hard slap across her face.
**SMACK!**
The smack sent Sara falling back onto the crate, Nikki reaching down and grabbing her legs to toss her up onto it for the next stage of her assault.
"Get comfy, we're goin' for a little ride!"
'Somebody get security down here before they kill each other!'
'She's had enough Nikki, come on she's had enough!'
The words were ignored as Nikki turned making her way back to where the Bombshells title lay, scooping it up and started walking slowly back to the crate where Sara lay nearly motionless now. Finding her way to her side again she sent the title belt crashing down onto Sara's abdomen with enough force that Sara immediately clutched her stomach, sending her head flying in an upward motion and connecting with Nikki's forearm once again sending her head right back down before Nikki laid the title across Sara's body as if putting her to rest for good.
The oohs and ahhs echoed through the corridor as Nikki wasted not a second more, starting to push the crate towards the curtain leading to the ring at the opposite end of the corridor.
'Where the hell is she taking her?!'
Nikki pushed with all of her might down the corridor, the sounds of the wheels against the concrete floor drowned out the voices around her as the people almost parted like the red sea. In a matter of seconds she found herself reaching the curtain and with tremendous force pushed the crate through the curtain onto the stage, flipping it over in the process, sending Sara crashing to steel stage floor with a sickening thud.
Sasha Grey: What in the world?!
Mike Adams: It's spilling into the arena Sasha. SCW officials need to get out here and do something about this before it gets way out of hand.
The crowd had seen the footage being shown on the tron above where Nikki now stood glaring down at Sara's motionless body. She stopped for a moment looking around the arena to see the thousands in attendance on their feet cheering her on for the assault that was taking place. She stepped forward, taking the crate and setting it rightside up again. Then, Reaching down she grabbed Sara by her arm with one hand, by the back of her neck with the other and tossed her back atop of said crate again, this time the title being placed over Sara's ugly face.
Mike Adams: Now that's just low Nikki, come on now.
Sasha Grey: After that super kick she's probably pretty pissed Mike. What goes around comes around.
Immediately she started for the ring, the fans only cheering louder and louder as she did so. Finally arriving at her destination, she grabs Sara's hair again, pulling her head up just enough for another few punches to the face, making sure she stayed out of commission.
She took the battered body of Sara Stone, sliding her into the ring and followed soon after with the title in her grasp. Making her way to the other side of the ring, she received a microphone, before making her way back to the fallen Sara Stone. She stopped to look around the arena, the stern look on her face remaining as their cheers only increased seeing the turmoil that was before them here tonight.
Mike Adams: Sara may not be, but at least the SCW fans are enjoying this.
She dropped to one knee, before allowing the other to meet the mat as well... Microphone in hand, she dangled the Bombshells title over Sara's motionless body as she spoke to the arena and to her now clearly chosen opponent for SCW Fight Night...
"Look at it coward... Look at it!"
Dropping the title, giving herself a free hand, she sends a hard slap to the side of Sara's face again. The crowd just loved it and only a second later she grabbed the title up again, placing it over Sara for the 3rd time here tonight before speaking into the microphone again.
"You want this so bad Sara Stone??!! Don't be a coward like these other women in this company! You want it? You think you deserve it? Then show me bitch!... Show!... Me!!! See you at Fight Night you cunt!"
Sasha Grey: Wow, just....
The sound of the microphone hitting the mat was the next sound to echo through the arena, and Nikki's music hit next. Taking the title up into her arms, she wipes away the sweat and blood from her face while standing over Sara's body in the center of the ring.
Mike Adams: Looks like we have our first Bombshells title defense set for Fight Night. Shoulda' seen this one coming. Sara asked for this one after that super kick that rocked Nikki a few weeks ago.
Sasha Grey: After that brawl I wonder how much both of those gals are gonna have left though Mike.
Mike Adams: I get the feeling they'll find a way to pull it off. The hatred between these 2 is building each and every week. It's gonna be a blockbuster title match people. I can feel it!
Nikki slowly made her way out of the ring, with title in hand as the fans continued to cheer her on. Her 1st title defense at Fight Night would prove to something completely brutal between the 2 of them. And Nikki was more than ready for it.
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