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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 13:45:26 GMT -5
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 18:35:16 GMT -5
I grew up in Brazil and while it has been said that I was from the streets…that’s not really quite the truth. I actually grew up fairly well-to-do. My mother was a famous model and when that career ended, she made a seamless transition into the fashion designer industry. She always had dreams of me following in her footsteps, but I had other dreams…I wanted to be a professional wrestler. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, but I could never understand why my mother was so dead set against it…even angry over my attraction to it.
I would find out the reason for her displeasure was that my father was a wrestler…a famous one from America. She had fallen head over heels for the man when he had come to San Paulo on tour promoting his debut music album.
It wasn’t what I would call a classic…but it was music and back in those days if you sang…the girls would line up around the block for you. I really hate to think of my mother as a groupie, but I don’t know any other definition for it. Still, I suppose it wasn’t a booty call since they were a regular item. For a while, they seemed a good fit, but my dad wasn’t happy with the way things were going for him in the movie and music industry and he wanted to try something else…wrestling!
Needless to say, my mother was NEVER going to be with a professional wrestler, so they went their separate ways…but not before one last romp…which produced yours truly! The way I hear it…my mother was so distressed by the break-up that she couldn’t bring herself to continue working for several months…lucky for me, since most models in their prime don’t have children…they have appointments at the abortion clinic!
Mother had me on her own and never bothered to tell my father…at least until I was old enough to ask about him. By that time he was already making his way in the sport. Though I was really young at the time…I remember meeting him for the first time like it was yesterday. He took one look at me, then looked at my Mama and said, “Bitch, is you fuckin’ crazy?!”
I can laugh about it now…
One paternity test and a few days later and my Mama was no longer a bitch, nor was she fuckin’ crazy. My mother never forgave my Dad for not believing her and it was at that moment that she pretty much took it upon herself to hate everything about him. Unfortunately for her…I fell completely in love with my Dad and I wanted to be just like him!
I watched and read everything I could about him. I saw every match…listened to every interview. I knew everything there was to know about him and I wanted to be just like him when I grew up! Needless to say, my Mama was far from thrilled! She wanted me to follow in her footsteps and model…but I was a Tomboy and I wanted to wrestle!
The thing that I always found funny was the way my mother tried to wean me off my passion. She waited to see if I would grow out of it. She brought me Barbie dolls in all sorts of colorful dresses. I would cut their clothes up and sew them into wrestling singlets and have them lay the fucking smackdown on each other in the middle of my homemade wrestling ring!
When puberty came and I started filling out in all the places that a young woman is suppose to, my Mama did the unthinkable and tried her best to get me in to boys. I was only 12, but you would have thought that I was some sort of mail order bride with the way she was trying to pass me off. She invited so many young boys to our house to ‘meet’ me that she was officially labeled as the neighborhood’s ‘creepy cougar.’
Despite her efforts, I never once dated one of the boys she brought home for me…well…unless you count Juan-Carlos. Juan was a handsome kid and a smooth talker for his age. His father was a famous Luchador and that instantly got my attention. He offered to show me one his father’s wrestling moves once when we were alone in the house. I don’t really remember the proper name for it…but I would call it the French Tongue Titty Grab. I had never seen my father use a hold like that, but I did know a wicked awesome counter into my father’s version of the Ace Crusher, dubbed as ‘Quick Silver’ which I still use today. I’m not 100% sure about this, but I am pretty certain that my Mama was mildly irritated that I didn’t lose my virginity that day…but Juan-Carlos lost four of his front teeth.
Once I got to old two be told what to do by my Mama, I REALLY started working towards doing whatever I could to become a professional wrestler. School by day and wrestling by night. I did what I could to teach myself since my Mama refused to pay for a legitimate wrestling school. My father would come to visit or would sometimes send for me to join him, but he was never interested in teaching me holds or mic work…but I loved and idolized him all the same.
When I was old enough to work, I took a job in a bowling alley, called The Soup’er Bowl that was halfway across town. My Mama didn’t mind me working because she thought it would be good for me to do something else besides dream about wrestling. I loved working at the Soup’er Bowl because Mama didn’t know that the place hosted wrestling every single weekend!
I did what I could…helping to set up the ring every weekend until they finally let me go help the wrestlers get dressed in the back. I helped the wrestlers get dressed until they agreed to show me some moves. Once I learned more than a few holds, they let me wrestle.
I remember that first match like it was yesterday. I was as nervous as hell! The entire crowd was cheering for me, and that was really special because I had never met three out of the eight people who were there. I lost in a very close contest to Micromachine…our masked midget wrestler. You guys can say whatever you want, but midgets are a lot quicker and heavier than they look!
A lot of people would have been discouraged by losing to a midget, but I was hooked on wrestling and I knew that everyone had to start somewhere. For me…it was in a tiny bowling alley in the middle of nowhere. Maybe my love of wrestling is as much nature as it is nurture. Maybe it is just in my blood. I wrestled in my room against imaginary foes, I wrestled in the backyard with my friends, and eventually I started wrestling for chump-change in local arenas.
Wrestling was in my blood…but the acumen for the sport still wasn’t there. I got beaten regularly by everyone I ever faced. I came home, bruised and sore, but I wouldn’t stop. When my mother found out about me sneaking out to wrestle she was angry and she tried to stop me, but when she saw that she couldn’t…she hoped that I would get tired of the beatings and quit. I didn’t…I don’t think I ever will.
Fate stepped in when I was ‘discovered’ by Syn...a woman known to the LAW faithful as the social media mouthpiece behind Nyako Shinsuzuki. In her time, he had been no stranger to controversy. Her history was dubious, at best…but she was looking to change her public and professional perception by any means necessary.
She had learned of my family connection to Nikki Silver and she saw a chance to capitalize off it. She knew that I wasn’t very good, but she didn’t want me for my skill…she wanted me for my name…a name I didn’t even bother to use. I had grown up as Nicolette Lima and that was all that I had ever been known as. It wasn’t a famous name…but it was mine. The name Silver...Nikki Silver was my father’s name…a father that Syn convinced me to capitalize off of.
He was one of the most famous wrestlers on the face of the planet...and certainly one of the most flamboyant. It was a LOT to live up to.
My parents were mad as hell, but it was too late. Syn saw a chance to take advantage of my father’s name while she struck out on a venture of her own…breathing new life into The Violent Femmes wrestling stable, a group that featured a pair of the best women around in “The Latina Pitbull” Eva Rodriguez and “The Envoy of The End” Ashley Riot.
Before I knew it, I was on a private plane to America and I was thrown together with those pair of greats. I was a sponge in that time and I learned everything I could inside the ring. My very first match was a disaster, but in time…those women…those legends taught me the ropes, and before long I was off to the races. I was on a rocket to the top and I was winning titles and accolades just like my father had years before me. Nicky Silver was no longer just a gimmick…it was who I was always meant to be.
Being in that group immediately elevated me to main event status, even though I still had a lot to learn. I started living my gimmick…believing all of the lies that had surrounded me entering competition. After a while, I didn’t know where the truth ended and Nicky Silver began. None of that really mattered though, I was damn near untouchable and everything I did, no matter how stupid, never dimmed my star.
Of course, egos are a terrible thing and after mine had proven to be the biggest of them all…I fractured the group and soon I was on a mission to forge something of my own. The Femmes had been around for years and I was just another cog in the wheel. If I was going to ascend to the top, I needed to do so without the anchor of the past around my neck. I needed something new…and Chastity Pride..."The All American Blonde" stepped in and gave me that opportunity. She had achieved a lot in her time in and out of the ring and the thought of being under her tutelage was a tremendous honor.
Chastity came up with the idea of The A-Listers…a group that was young and was as vicious on the microphone as they were inside the ring. We wore our youth on our sleeves and we were as brash as brash could possibly be! It was probably the greatest time of my life…and the worst…
This group was on a whole other level…me, along with Serena Royale and Crystal Hilton? We were the bad girls of wrestling…hungry young guns that had no respect for the old guard and we were busting down walls and making names for ourselves in the process. We owned that company…and we owned any other organization that was stupid enough to try to come into our house and take food off of our plates! I don’t know if I was truly the centerpiece of that group, but I thought I was and I never let anyone tell me different. Life was so sweet at that time that it was only natural that I would start to take things for granted…and that is when it all began to fall apart.
I was barely out of my teens and I already had a resume that read like a veteran. I had faced the best and beaten them all. My career was set…my personal life was not. Crystal and Serena were classic beauties with exciting lives outside the ring.
They were pursued by handsome men and I was pining for only one…the biggest asshole in the company, Maleek Raheem. I only had eyes for him, even though there was a much better man attempting to court me in Michael Samsa. I foolishly threw myself at Raheem, only to be rejected time and time again. The more he said no, the more I wanted him…until finally…it happened…
I was a virgin and it was my first time. It wasn’t really magical…in fact, it hurt like hell…but it was with the man of my dreams, so I was elated all the same. I had dreams that he and I would become a power couple and we were going to find a way to rule the world, but all of that was just a pipe dream…and it came to an end before I could even come to the reality that I was now a woman, but convention thinking. Crystal knew how in love I was with Raheem and she had never shown any interest in him before…but as soon as I got what I wanted, she moved in and took it all away! Maybe it was her drinking? I don’t know…but Crystal stole Raheem from me and in that one single act, she destroyed me utterly. I was a broken shell of myself…I had no friends, no man, and no title. Before I knew it…I was nearly out of the business entirely and Crystal was on top of the world with my championship and my man.
I was ready to hang it all up and go back to Brazil, forgetting everyone and everything. I had lived the dream and accomplished everything that I set out to do. I had become a Tag Team Champion…
I had entered a massive tournament that was filled with some of the best in the business and I had managed to come out as the winner of the coveted Athena Cup…
I had climbed to the very top of the mountain and grabbed the brass ring…I had done what very few women in this industry get to accomplish, I had become a World Champion…in fact, the youngest in history...
With all of that, there was even one more accolade awaiting me…first ballot Hall of Famer. I had everything in the palm of my hand…but I had never felt so unfulfilled in my entire life. I should have been happy with the way my life had gone…but I wasn’t. I didn’t want my career to end like that…I didn’t want that dark stain to taint my memories of all those good times.
I returned to ring, declining the honor of going into the Hall of Fame…at least until I made amends for my despicable behavior. I think my new attitude surprised a lot of people, especially Crystal, who expected me to be vengeful about her betrayal. Truthfully, I had no more malice in my heart and I only wanted a second chance to do things better the second time around. No more cheating and no more juvenile jokes…it was time to fix my legacy…and with it, the friendships that had made it all possible.
I was 2-weeks away from making my return to the ring…it was November 12, 2010 in Osaka, Japan when my entire world changed. I wasn’t even scheduled to be in a match that night. I was supporting Crystal as she was featured in an 8-woman tag team match that included some of the best in the business…and one face that is all too familiar here in LAW, its current Champion, Oni Kymiku.
On that night, Oni was new to the American wrestling scene and she was just another one of Crystal’s team mates, but team didn’t seem to be in her vocabulary. I did what I could to motivate everyone outside the ring…supporting my friend as best as I could…doing the right thing…as I now saw it.
I don’t know what happened, to this very day…I can’t remember a single moment of it. Seeing the replay on video…it seems like it’s happening to someone else. Oni sent me head first into the steel steps, probably knocking me out with her initial attack. The next moment, she was on top of me, pounding my forehead with her fists wrapped in barbed wire. Blood was everywhere…but not even that was enough for her…
She picked me up and flipped me upside down…positioning me over the steel steps…then drove me headfirst into them…snapping my neck as she did…
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When I woke up…my last memory was of getting off the plane in Osaka. I remember being confused as to why I was in a hospital…why I couldn’t feel anything at all. My career was taken away from me…before I could write the ending to it that I had intended. I was stuck in a wheelchair and there was nothing that I could do about it. Life was over for me…there was nothing for me to do but fade away into nothingness.
I could have done that…I could have given up, but I didn’t. My friends wouldn’t allow it. Crystal Hilton…the woman who had betrayed my trust was now standing in my corner the way I had tried to stand in hers. She pushed and pushed me…and I cried and I cursed her…but she only pushed harder. The days were long…I wish that I could say that I never gave up…but I gave up every day…I quit on myself and I quit on life. Crystal always reached back down to pull me back up…100 times a day…then 99 times…then 98…
On and on it went for weeks…months…until soon she no longer had to pull me up, because I was standing on my own two feet. No…I wouldn’t be wrestling matches or taking long walks in the park, but I’d be upright…and I’d be taking my very first step back towards the woman I use to be.
I returned to the ring in September of 2014 and by November of that very same year, I was standing side by side with Crystal as Tag Team Champions of Ladies All-Star Wrestling!
What a journey!
What a story!
What a life!
MY LIFE! |
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:33:53 GMT -5
SCENE:
Nicky Silver is 'discovered' in the infamous Soup'er Bowl in San Paulo, Brazil by CTN executives, Syn and Catherine Jones. Nicky showcases her wrestling ability in a bowling alley as Syn schemes to bring her to America.
ACTORS:
Susan Doshe ... Syn
Marie Cranze ... Catherine Jones
Carlos Garcia ... Show Promoter
Melonie Thorne ... Lady Quartermaine
Kenzi Grey ... Nicky Silver
THE SOUP’ER BOWL
San Paulo, BrazilSyn was willing to risk everything on this find. She had dragged her boss all the way to Brazil to see what she believed was going to become the next big thing in the sport. As the two women walked into the cramped confines of the Soup’er Bowl, which had been outfitted for a night of ‘rasslin’ action, the two seemed sorely out of place. The sparse crowd was rowdy and poorly dressed, while Cat and Syn were reserved and overdressed for the occasion. They made their way to the front row and sat down in the only pair of chairs that seemed to be largely devoid of urine stains.
Cat leaned over and whispered to Syn, “This already seems very bad…I don’t know that I’m willing to risk CTN’s reputation on a situation like this. If this kid is a bust, we will look like idiots!”
‘Actually, it would be YOU looking like the idiot’ she thought to herself…but that was the backup plan, wasn’t it? If this girl didn’t work out, she would simply blame it on Cat. Syn nodded in agreement with Cat’s statement, as she continued to play both ends against the middle. “You’re right of course…but what if the kid has something? Imagine the draw Cat…CTN will be bigger than ever.”
Cat wasn’t completely convinced, but she did like the basic premise of what Syn had laid out. If Silver’s kid had even an ounce of talent…she would have to give the idea a chance.
Cat and Syn sat through five matches that were completely forgettable, if not down right laughable and already Syn could see that Cat held little hope that Nicolette would be anymore impressive than Octopus Girl or The Bowling Ball Bandito! All the same, she was obligated to take a look.
The crowd, such as it was, cheered as the show promoter and bowling alley owner took to the ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a very special treat for you all…A CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!” A cheer went up from the crowd, though in actuality it was only one really excited fan who may or may not have been in the throes of a drug induced hallucination.
“Tonight, you will see our Ladies Champion defend her title…IN THIS VERY RING!” The man turned his attention to the entranceway, which was actually just the door to the kitchen, as a masked woman strutted out with a crimson red title belt around her waist.
Unlike the previous wrestlers, this woman at least had the look of a seasoned ring veteran. Cat and Syn were both quick to take note of the fact that she also knew a great deal about what it took to be a success as she whipped the lifeless crowd into a frenzy. She charged down the aisle, which really only consisted of a twin row of tables with customers plopped down on either side. She adeptly hopped onto the apron and then jumped into the ring, whipping off her title and holding it high over her head.
Even the proprietor of The Soup’er Bowl couldn’t help but clap as the champion charged the atmosphere with her energy. With a newly invigorated crowd to play to, he made the most of his announce time. “Our champion has made an open challenge to ANYONE who will face her! All they need do is have the guts to walk to the ring and face her. Win the match and the honor of carrying the Ladies Championship is yours!”
A long and awkward silence filled the building, prompting him to ask again. Cat leaned in to Syn, “Are you sure the girl is even here?”
“The promoter said she would be here tonight,” Syn answered.
The fans began to grow restless and soon not even the antics of the champion were enough to hold the crowd in check. The owner slipped out of the ring, excusing himself as he hurried back into the kitchen. After a few moments the sounds screaming and yelling were heard, followed by the banging of pots and pans.
Nicolette came stumbling through the kitchen door, ducking her head as if she expected something to be thrown at her. Right behind her, the promoter reemerged with a large cast iron pan in his hand. “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, WE HAVE A CHALLENGER!!”
In that moment, Syn wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and quietly melt into her chair. Nicolette did not look like the daughter of the most famous man in the history of the sport…she didn’t even look like the daughter of the man who set up the ring for the most famous man in the history of the sport. Nicolette bumped into every single table that made up the aisles, pissing off the fans as she knocked over their drinks and food. When she finally rolled into the ring, the fans were even more fired up than before, but it was anger instead of excitement.
Cat shook her head. “This is a waste of time…I don’t know why I even entertained the thought. She’s fat, lazy, and has the charisma of drying paint!”
Unable to come up with anything better, Syn simply answered, “Maybe that is how she throws her opponents off guard.” Syn could feel the woman’s hot gaze on her, but she ignored it hoping she would soon turn it elsewhere, anywhere but on her or the potential train wreck in the center of the ring.
The show promoter reentered the ring, attempting to recapture the energy of a few minutes earlier, but it was such a distant memory now that there was no hope of recovery. Still, he soldiered on, “Tonight you will witness a true battle of warriors! The only woman to answer the challenge of our champion, Lady Quartermaine…THE LITTLE SPIDER!!”
Lady Quartermaine walked over, taking the microphone in hand and pointed at Nicolette. “Tonight…I will break you!”
This bit of intensity actually served to stir the crowd. The promoter turned to Nicolette and gestured for her to come over and counter the threat, but she shook her head, reacting as if she were afraid to talk. This inspired the crowd to boo again, angering the man enough that he marched over to her and shoved the microphone in her face. Nicolette finally leaned into the microphone and answered, as she tentatively waved to the crowd, “Hi everyone…”
Cat rolled her eyes and prepared to get up and leave. “I can’t watch this. I’m leaving!”
Syn put her hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Wait! We came all this way, we can at least finish it.”
Cat slowly relented, but she turned to her after settling back in her seat, “You’re paying for the extra night here…hotel, crew…EVERYTHING!”
Syn’s stomach tied itself in a knot and suddenly she no longer wanted to stay either…but it was too late to change her mind. She had committed to staying. If she reversed course, she would lose even more ground than she had already. She sat back and swore to herself under her breath.
When the match finally began, the crowd was firmly against Nicolette and they cheered every bump she took. Quartermaine was a house of fire, jumping and flipping around the ring in the Lucha Libre style. She bounded off the ropes, connecting with arm drags, drop kicks, and flying elbows. Nicolette didn’t seem to have an answer for any of the offense mounted against her and the fans were calling for her blood.
Suddenly, the entire building fell silent as the champion went for a high crossbody and Nicolette either ducked it or tripped over her own feet and fell down under it. Quartermaine crashed to the mat and sold the missed move as if she had just had the wind knocked completely out of her body.
For a moment Nicolette on stared at the woman as she writhed in pain on the mat, but after a quick prod by the referee, who also doubled as the pin setter when the Soup’er Bowl wasn’t putting on a wrestling show, she was finally on the attack. She gave the champion a reluctant stomp, then another, and another. As the crowd reacted, she become more and more aggressive. Suddenly she was a house of fire, and everything she did connected with brutal impact to the shock and amazement of everyone in the building.
A small glimmer of hope lit inside Syn as she saw Cat sit up straighter and take notice of the action inside the ring. She held her breath as she watched the shy, awkward girl inside the ring become a raging bull. This was what she had hoped for and now she prayed that the cosmic forces that always seemed to conspire against her wouldn’t reassert themselves and undo her scheme.
The champion was whipped into the ropes and rebounded, only to be turned inside out with a powerful clothesline. She flopped to the mat and hardly had a second to recover before she was smashed in the chest with a brutal twisting elbow drop. Dragged to her feet again, she found herself taken over and down hard with a hard suplex.
Move after move connected…each seeming more brutal than the last. Finally the crowd began to turn and cheer for the underdog as she mounted an improbable comeback. Syn added her own cheers to the crowd, though her motives were a bit more self-serving than the rest. Nicolette was on her way to an impressive finish…until Quartermaine stopped her dead in her tracks with a spinning heel kick that took her off her feet.
Just like that, the match had turned and the air drained from the building as the crowd’s hopes for an upset were dashed. Nicolette hit the mat like a ton of bricks and looked to have been knocked completely loopy from the shot. Syn sat back in her chair and waited to for the unenviable finish that would dash her hopes and leave her two steps behind everyone else in Cat’s eyes.
Lady Quartermaine got to her feet, measuring her opponent as she struggled to get up on wobbly legs that seemed uncertain of their footing. She dashed at Nicolette, hopping up on her shoulders, looking to score with a hurricanranna…but inexplicably she crashed to the mat as Nicolette fell on top of her.
The entire arena gasped in surprise, including the referee, who finally dove down to the mat and executed the count. “ONE! TWO! THREE!!” and a thunderous roar came up from the stunned crowd. The show promoter ran to the ring and raised Nicolette’s hand, even as the referee handed her the title. She seemed dazed and as surprised as anyone else, but as the fans continued to cheer she quickly got into the spirit of the occasion.
Cat looked at Syn in surprise as she asked, “What in the hell just happened?!”
Syn smiled as she answered, “I think CTN just found its next star!”
Cat paused, staring at the ring in quiet contemplation. Finally, she spoke up…though the usual certainty in her voice had fled her. “It will take some doing to manage her.”
“Pass up the chance to manage what might be the next wrestling prodigy? No way…I’ll be happy to do it!” Syn gave a wry smile. If she played her cards right, before the night was done, Cat would be thinking that bringing Nicolette in was her own idea and Syn was merely in agreement.
Cat made a tent with her hands and touched them to her lips. She turned the idea over and over in her mind until she finally spoke up. “She’s still very green…”
“I agree…very green” Syn added. “If it wasn’t for raw talent, she’d have nothing at all…” she paused, “but it’s not like you teach that. Either you have it, or you don’t.” Syn shook her head as she looked around at the cheering fans. “I’ve never seen anyone turn a crowd like this…well…not since Nikki was wrestling.”
“Yeah…not since Nikki was wrestling” Cat repeated, almost absently. Finally she put her hands down and patted Syn on the thigh. “Get her signed…I don’t care what it takes. We can’t pass up a chance like this.”
Inside, Syn was jumping up and down for joy, but she remained calm and reserved. “Yes ma’am, I’ll have her signed by the end of the night.”
Cat stood up and turned to leave, only to pause again and look back over her shoulder. “Good work out there…you have a bright future with us Syn.”
“Thank you Ma’am.” She said as she watched Cat walk out. Syn turned her attention back to the ring, as a slow and wicked smile touched her lovely lips.
Syn walked to the back of the building, following the end of the show with the promoter. The man smiled at her as he showed her to the makeshift locker room. “Well Ms. Syn…it looks like there is only one more bit of business to conduct, yes?”
As they stood there, Lady Quartermaine walked around the corner, still fuming from her loss to Nicolette. The masked woman stopped and stared at the promoter and Syn, just as Syn was handing him a stack of money. She swore in Spanish and rushed over towards the two of them in a fit of anger. But Syn rolled her eyes, reached over, and snatched the mask off the woman, revealing her to be her personal assistant.
“Enough playing around! You did good out there tonight…just make sure that you get out of that get up before anyone sees you!” Syn turned her attention back to the promoter. “I think you’ll find all of the money there that we discussed…plus a modest bonus.”
He thumbed through the bills and nodded with a grin. “Yes…that will do nicely. You keep the title…no charge, eh?”
Syn ignored him as she stepped into the office and laid her eyes on Nicolette Lima as she was still celebrating her amazing win. Syn smiled at her, “Ms. Lima…I have quite an offer for you…”
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:35:44 GMT -5
SCENE:
Syn's plan to bring Nicky Silver to the states comes together. Nicky bids farewell to Brazil.
ACTORS:
Susan Doshe ... Syn
Marie Cranze ... Catherine Jones
Kenzi Grey ... Nicky Silver
CTN Private Plane
As Nicolette sat down in plush seat of the private plane, her eyes were as big as saucers. She had to hold her hands to keep them from shaking. Syn walked over and sat down across from her, leaning over and taking both her hands in her own. “You nervous about the ride or the opportunity?”
“B-Both…I-I think…” she managed to sputter. She looked around and swallowed hard. “Where a-are the other p-passengers?”
Syn smiled, she had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the norm for everyone else. She couldn’t remember the last time she had flown on anything other than a private jet or ridden in anything other than a limo. “We are the passengers…all of this is for you now. You’re a member of the most elite group in the history of professional wrestling…the next time you see the inside of a passenger plane…it will be from the comfort of a movie theater.”
Nicolette couldn’t help but smile. Last night she was wrestling for $10 a night and now she was riding in limos and private planes. She had been wrong to be upset with her father…he hadn’t turned his back on her after all. Suddenly it felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “Is my Dad going to meet us somewhere?” she asked.
Syn paused for a moment, unprepared for that particular line of questioning…especially since her father had no idea that his daughter had just been recruited by CTN. Sometimes, when a lie isn’t readily available, the truth serves just as well. “I’m not sure where your father is…but I know that he’ll be happy to see you once we arrive.” Well…maybe half of a lie wasn’t as bad.
Nicolette finally let go of Syn’s hands and sat back with a broad grin. “I can’t believe it! I’m with CTN!! F*CKING CTN!!” Her smile was so broad that it seemed her face would crack in two. “I’ve been watching those guys since before I can remember! My Dad, Anthony Craven, The OutLaw, Deanna Raventhorne, Stacey Jor…”
“Yes…you have been watching for a long time,” she interrupted, to keep her from running through every name of every single person who has ever graced CTN. “We are writing a new chapter now, and your name is going to be included in it.”
She threw her head back and laughed as she stomped her feet on the floor in absolute glee. “GOD! I have dreamed of this day since I was a little girl! I knew I would find a way to make it…I knew that this was my destiny!”
Syn laced her fingers as she sat back and watched the girl’s overwhelming enthusiasm. It was almost a shame that in order for her own plan to be successfully realized, this young girl’s dream could become a nightmare. If Syn had a conscious, it might have bothered her…but she didn’t, so all would be right with the world soon enough.
Syn looked at her Blackberry when it buzzed. It was the message that she had been expecting and it marked the next phase of her plan. She excused herself and slipped off to the office space at the front of the cabin to read the full message from CTN Headquarters;
[08:43] FROM: SANDY MCCOY
The Boss doesn’t want a release on Lima being Silver’s kid until AFTER she gets a few wins under her belt…in case she’s a bust. Please confirm receipt.
Syn frowned, but this wasn’t unexpected. Cat wanted to use the girl, but not until she was absolutely certain that her win wasn’t a fluke. It was a prudent move, as well as one that she would have done herself…but it didn’t fit particularly well with her plan. If Syn was going to cover all her bases, Nicolette Lima’s parentage would have to be known.
Syn smirked as she began texting back;
[08:47] TO: SANDY MCCOY
Let the Boss know that I am in complete agreement with her assessment. We’ll hold off on making any announcements until she clears it.
Syn paused and gave a devilish grin before hitting the send button, then sending a new message to her own personal assistant;
[08:47] TO: DOMINO
I want you to backdoor Sandy’s account and leak the news on Lima being Silver’s kid. Work it through Ted Sheckler at Wrestle USA…and have her ask for $10,500 for the scoop…delete this message and don’t reply…
Syn quickly erased her last sent message and tucked the Blackberry back into her pocket. By the time they landed in New York, every news entity that covered wrestling would be there to meet them…and Cat would be painted into a corner and Syn wouldn’t have to answer for any of it!
Sometimes evil does pay…
[15:24] ***"Little Aranhas" logged on at Thu Jun 11 2009***
Yo, Yo, YO!! Check it OUT!! Your girl is a champion b*tches! That’s right! I won the title last night (even though I didn’t know we even had one at the damn Bowl) and now you better believe that I am going midget hunting! LOL
Okay…maybe there aint any midgets in my future (thank GOD because my f*cking kneecaps are KILLING me) but it looks like your girl is done with the Soup’er Bowl. After my match I got signed by…CTN!! HELL YEAH!! I’m BIG F*CKING TIME now!
Alright…I’m not stupid enough to think that my father had nothing to do with it. As a matter of a fact, I’m sure he did since the chick that signed me said that we would be playing up that angle PRETTY heavily! Get this sh*t…I’m done with being Nicolette Lima…now they are gonna call your girl Nicky Silver!
HOW F*CKING COOL IS THAT?!
Mom is straight BUGGIN over this, but she has to realize that I was born to do this and now that I’m old enough…I’m not going to miss my calling because she wants me to become a damn ball shiner (get your f’n minds out of the gutter b*tches, I meant bowling balls)! She got to follow her dream of prostituting herself by showing her ass and tits in magazines…now I want to chase my dream and become as big of a star as my dad ever was!
Okay all! I’ll check back with you tomorrow…it looks like the limo (that’s right you dirty skanks…I SAID LIMO) is arriving to pick us up! Goodbye Soup’er Bowl…HELLO RING OF BEAUTY!!!
[15:31] ***"Little Aranhas" logged off at Thu Jun 11 2009***
Cat pounded her fist on the desk as she got the news that every wrestling site on the planet was announcing that Nikki Silver’s daughter was now part of Ring of Beauty. She was beside herself with rage and made a frantic effort to find out who had leaked the info…while she knew in her heart of hearts exactly who it was.
It didn’t surprise Cat one bit when her people discovered that the information had been in fact had been released by Sandy McCoy to a wrestling insider by the name of Ted Sheckler for the sum of $10,500. Coincidentally, that was the exact amount that she was rumored to be in debt to a Las Vegas Casino for.
“How f*cking convenient for Syn…the godd*mn b*tch!”
Regardless, their hand was now tipped and Nicolette Lima…now Nicky Silver…was the talk of the town and CTN was the center of attention. Silver would have to come through and show some spark of greatness…or the company would be a laughing stock. |
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:39:31 GMT -5
SCENE:
After a disastrous debut match, Nicky throws a tantrum that leads to a fateful encounter with a duo that will end up changing her life forever.
ACTORS:
Kenzi Grey ... Nicky Silver
Taryn Willow … Chastity Pride
Maleek Raheem … Teddy Steele
Following Ring of Beauty Sunday Night, PrimetimeFollowing her absolutely horrible in ring debut against Eva Rodriguez, Nicky ran from the ring, bypassing the locker room as she headed for the exit. As soon as she burst through the doors, she found herself caught in the blinding flashes of what seemed like hundreds of cameras going off at once. She threw up her arms to hide her face, but it was too late…she was in the crosshairs of the paparazzi and they had drawn a bead on her.
She was verbally assaulted by all manner of questions pertaining to her devastating loss…most of them asked in an unflattering manner that was dripping in sarcasm and outright disrespect…
“WAS THIS ALL SOME KIND OF JOKE?”
“ARE YOU SURE THAT YOU’RE NIKKI SILVER’S KID?”
“DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER IF YOU WEREN’T FAT?”
Nicky was nearly blind from the tears that filled and stung her eyes. She immediately turned back around and ran back towards the door, slamming into it and nearly falling down. This seemed to send the crowd into that much more of a feeding frenzy. Their laughter cut her to the bone and she wanted to be anywhere except where she was right now. She grabbed the door and pulled…but to her horror she found that it was locked tight.
She could feel every eye on her and hear laughter from every mouth as she pulled on the door handle with all her might. The door wasn’t locked…she knew that on the other side of that door, Eva stood there laughing at her as she held it closed…enjoying every minute of her humiliation. She had been duped tonight…like a lamb led to the slaughter. She should have seen it coming…knowing the history of the stable the way she did, but she had been blinded by the prospect of becoming as great as her father.
She had been gullible…and now she was paying for it…
Nicky finally stopped pulling on the door and let out a bloodcurdling scream. “AAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHH!! YOU B*TCH!! YOU F*CKING RAMEIRA!!! I’LL F*CKING KILL YOU!!”
Nicky spun around on the group that had descended on her like a pack of wild dogs…only now, she was the wild one. Her teeth were bared and her eyes were now wide and filled with rage. The group parted like the Red Sea as she stormed right through them, shoving those aside who were too slow to get out of the way. As she broke through the crowd, she nearly ran headlong into a long black limousine.
The car stopped as Nicky stood back holding her chest after nearly being run down. The back door opened and a tall statuesque blonde stepped out, regarding her with a smirk. “So…you’re Silver’s little hell spawn, huh?”
Nicky glared at the woman, recognizing her as Chastity Pride, but she was in no mood to banter with the woman. “Leave me alone…okay?”
Chastity held up her hands, “Hey…you’re the one that almost hit my car!” She gestured towards the open parking lot, “You are free to move along…unless you need a ride out of this crap hole town.”
“PRIDE! WHAT TH’ F*CK WE DOIN’?! I GOT SH*T TO DO, LET’S GO!!”
Nicky looked over as a tall muscular black man stepped out the other side of the car with an annoyed look on his face. Chastity glanced at him, “Raheem…be nice…this is CTN’s new cash cow.”
Maleek Raheem stared at Nicky, unable to contain a chuckle, “Is th’ cash hiding behind th’ f*ckin’ cow?”
Nicky didn’t hear a word of it, she had just fallen head over heels in love… |
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:40:56 GMT -5
SCENE:
A little white lie from Nicky sets off a chain of unfortunate events when her overbearing mother comes to visit.
ACTORS:
Kenzi Grey ... Nicky Silver
Sophie Gomez … Dulce Lima
Nicky’s Hotel Room
The light from the open refrigerator door illuminated Nicky’s face as she peered through the frosty mist, looking for a tasty snack to appease the late-night rumble that had forced her off the couch. She started to reach for a half-eaten slice of chocolate cake, but decided against it as her thoughts turned to Raheem and the jokes that he would level at her if he saw her gorging herself on such an unhealthy snack. Instead, she grabbed a bag of carrot sticks and slammed the door shut before she found herself further tempted by the cake’s fluffy goodness.
She walked back over to the couch and plopped down, grabbing the remote control and flipping the channel over to CTN as the late night replay of the latest edition of ‘Raheem’s Rap-Up’ played. Nicky sat enraptured by the ebony god on the screen as he gave his views on the latest goings on in the news.
Honestly, she couldn’t remember a single word that he had said or recall what he was talking about…news wasn’t her thing. Instead, she was simply enamored by his handsome appearance and the angular cut of his muscular body. The fact that was intelligent was nice…but he could have been the village idiot and it wouldn’t have mattered to her. She was completely smitten with the man…but she was also torn. He was the boyfriend of her agent, and Ashley Riot had warned her about crossing the line with her. Still…she couldn’t help what she was feeling.
Nicky looked up as the door chime to her room rung. She glanced at the clock and frowned as she saw how late it was. “Who in the hell is coming here at this time?” She considered not answering the door at all, but she was struck by a sudden thought that changed her mind…’what if it’s Raheem?!’
Nicky hopped off the couch, quicker than a hiccup, sending carrot sticks flying in all directions, plopping to the floor in an orange-colored hailstorm. She looked down at the mess…thought about cleaning it, then decided to just dim the lights as a quick fix.
She ran to the door and hurriedly peeked through the peephole and suddenly all of the color drained from her face. She couldn’t believe who was at her door. Her legs felt weak and butterflies turned into a writhing coil of angry snakes deep down in the pit of her stomach. Nicky swallowed hard as her hand went to the door handle and opened it, despite her every impulse telling her to leave it closed.
As the door opened up, Nicky’s mother stood there stern-faced, dressed from head to toe in a killer designer outfit that showed off every curve of her still statuesque frame. She raised a single eyebrow at Nicky. “It took jou long enough Nicolette! I hope you weren’t in there wh*ring with some man or doing the drugs!”
“No Mama, I…” Nicky started to answer.
The woman didn’t wait for Nicky to finish, she simply gestured for the bellhops to take her bags inside, then followed them in without an invitation. After directing them where to sit her bags, she dismissed them with a generous tip, she turned a critical eye to luxury hotel room that her daughter occupied. “So…this how you have chosen to spend jour mother’s money? Instead of doing something with jour life…you live like a traveling gypsy woman!” She put her hand to her forehead, “Iaayah! Thank God your Grandma-ma did not live to see this…jou would have been responsible for killing her, I tell jou this!”
Nicky frowned. “Mama! I don’t spend your money…CTN pays for everything. Besides, this is what I want to do…I want to be like my father and wrestle!”
She threw up her hands. “THAT SON-OF-A-B*TCH!” She flushed with anger. “The worst mistake of my life…opening my legs for that man!”
“MAMA!!” Nicky yelled back, horrified.
The woman walked over to Nicky and grabbed both sides of her face, kissing her forehead. “Iaayah!! But he gave me jou! I know, I know!” She frowned, “But he’s ruining jour life and mines with this foolish wrestling dream!” She rolled her eyes. “How stupid I was to lay with a man who rolled around on a mat with other men for money!” Her eyes fell on Nicky and they suddenly widened. “Nicolette! Please…tell me you are not the lesbian!” She pressed her hand to her chest. “I couldn’t take it!”
“MAMA!! No!!” She paused, as she thought of the kiss that Ashley had laid on her last week. “I mean…I kissed a girl…one time, but I am not the…errr…not a lesbian!” she corrected.
“IAAYAH!!” She crossed herself as she stared up at the ceiling as if looking to find her salvation. “God, do not send my daughter to Hell! She is my only love.” She grabbed Nicky and stared at her. “Promise God and jou Mama…you are not the lesbian.” She held her hands together, as if in prayer. “Okay…jou and I, we pray to God now, yes?”
Nicky pulled away from her mother. “NO!! I will not!! You always do this!! I AM NOT A LITTLE KID ANYMORE!!” She took a step back as she stood up and asserted herself, only to step on a carrot stick, slip, and fall on her ass. In an instant she was right back to feeling like a 10-year old child, caught in the withering gaze of a mother who expected more out of her. She slapped the floor as tears ran down her cheeks.
The woman stared at her, folded her arms, and shook her head. “That’s it Nicolette Lima…jou will be go back to Sao Paulo with me tomorrow morning! This farce is at an end! I will have no more of it!”
“NO!” Nicky yelled as she got to her feet, wiping her face dry with the palms of her hands. “I’m not going to let you run my life! You chased your dream and now I’m chasing mine!”
“Jou are being corrupted by this life! Can’t jou see?” She held up a single finger. “Jou are here for less than one month and already…jou are laying with other girls…becoming the lesbian! I WANT GRANDCHILDREN NICOLETTE!!”
Nicky stomped her foot. “It was ONCE and I didn’t kiss her…she kissed me! I am not a lesbian!!” She paused for a moment, then decided to say whatever she needed to say to appease her mother. “I have a boyfriend!”
“Boyfriend?” She paused, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes. “He is real boyfriend? Not boyfriend with battery, no?”
“Mama, gross!” She scoffed, “His name is Raheem…Maleek Raheem” she lied.
She arched her brow. “Raheem? What kind of name is that? Arabian?” She pointed her finger at her. “I forbid jou to date the Arabians Nicolette! First jou date them and then jou find jou no longer can fly on airplane or leave jou house without cover jou face, no?!”
Nicky could only stare at her mother in absolute disbelief. “You are so f*cking racist!”
“AYE!” She slapped Nicky’s face lightly. “Watch jour mouth! Jou cuss like a filthy Armenian!” She narrowed her eyes. “Is this how jour Arab boyfriend teaches jou to talk now?!”
“NO MAMA!” She yelled as she rubbed the side of her face. “Raheem is an American…he’s a good man Mama. You have nothing to worry about! I’m not a lesbian and I’m doing just fine…you don’t have to check up on me.”
She folded her arms and cocked her head to the side. “So…jou no want jour Mama here, eh? Jou father can come…but not me?!”
“Mama, I haven’t even seen Dad since I came to the states! I haven’t heard from him or anything! For all I know, he has NO idea that I am even wrestling!” She answered.
Her mother stared at her for a moment, then dug into her purse as she cursed in her native tongue. Finally, she found her cellphone and opened it up, flipping through the numbers, reading the names aloud, until she found the one she was looking for… ”Carlos…Carlotta…Charles…Cici…ahhh! Here he is…C*CKSUCKER!!”
Nicky’s mouth fell open. This wasn’t the first time she had heard her mother badmouth her father, but it was the first time she had heard her use such harsh language. “Mama! You didn’t list daddy under that name!”
A devilish grin touched her lips. “I DID!! Now, quiet…I need to talk to the c*cksucker now!” She tapped her feet impatiently as she waited for a few moments, then she frowned as the voice mail picked up. Once she was finally able to leave a message, she was angrier than ever. “Listen to me c*cksucker! Jou know who this is…the mother of jour child! Do jou even know what our little Nicolette has done? DO JOU EVEN KNOW WHERE SHE IS? IAAYAH!! SHE IS IN THE NEW JORK WRESTLING AND KISSING FILTHY WH*RES!”
“I AM NOT KISSING ANY WH*RES DADDY!!” Nicky yelled, hoping her voice would be heard over her screaming mother.
“Jes she is…AND IT IS ALL JOUR FAULT C*CKSUCKER!! JOU CALL ME AND FIX THIS OR I FIND JOU AND CUT JOUR BALLS OUT…C*CKSUCKER!!” She slammed the phone shut and ran her fingers roughly through her hair. “Iaayah! That man, he make me so pissed off!!”
“Mama…you didn’t even talk to him…you just left him a message” she corrected.
Her mother turned her attention to her and pointed. “Jou don’t understand…because jou are joung and estupido! But jou will see…one day…when jou stop kissing wh*res and find a c*cksucker of jour own!” She gave Nicky an even stare. “Espeaking of which…I want to meet this boyfriend of jours…the Arab!”
“Raheem isn’t an Arab!” She repeated, “I already told you…he’s an American!”
She raised her eyebrow, “Like jour father, eh?! He is c*cksucker too?!”
“NO!!” Nicky yelled.
She dismissed Nicky with a waive of her hand. “Fine! Just tell me…where do I sleep tonight?”
“Sleep?! You’re staying here?!” Nicky said as her eyes grew as big as saucers.
“Do jou prefer jou mother sleep outside with the bums and street urchins?!” She looked down at the carpet in the room that was now littered with mashed carrots. She turned up her nose. “Then again…perhaps outside is a bit cleaner, no?!”
Nicky sighed. “No Mama…you can have the bed in my room.” She looked at the couch. “I’ll just crash here.”
Her mother smiled as she reached over and pinched Nicky’s cheeks. “Jou are so good to jou Mama, eh?! Now…please…jou bring my bags…and fix hot tea, okay?” She turned and headed down the hallway towards the bedroom in the back.
Nicky frowned as she dropped down and began to pick the carrots up from the floor. Once again her mother had breezed in and managed to make her feel about 2-feet tall. As if the shock of seeing her here wasn’t enough, she had also managed to interject herself where she was not wanted.
“NICOLETTE!!”
“YES MAMA?” she answered, more out of reflex than an actual desire to know what her mother wanted next.
She stopped and looked down the hall as her mother stuck her head out of her bedroom. “I want to meet this boyfriend of jours tomorrow, okay?”
“But Mama, I…” before she could finish, her mother was gone and the door pushed shut. The matter was closed and no longer open to discussion. Nicky groaned as she sat back against the wall, banging her head as she did. Her she was in the midst of preparing for her biggest match to date in RoB and the one person who could distract her from what she needed to do was evading her life, threatening to turn it upside down.
What would she tell Raheem when he met her mother? What would her father say when he got her mother’s ‘c*cksucker’ message?
Her life was coming apart at the seams… |
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:43:35 GMT -5
SCENE:
Nicky and Raheem try to convince her mother that the two of them are in a relationship.
ACTORS:
Sophie Gomez … Dulce Lima
Kenzi Grey ... Nicky Silver
Teddy Steele … Maleek Raheem
Nicky’s Hotel RoomNicky’s mother, Dulce Lima drummed her long manicured nails on the granite counter top as she stared at her daughter. “Nicolette…why jou waste jou time with this wrestling nonsense, eh? Jou have such the pretty face! Jou can follow in jou mama’s footsteps and become the model instead, eh?”
“Mama, I don’t want to be a model…I want to wrestle, like my dad!” she responded.
Instantly, her mother’s face contorted and she looked mad enough to spit. “IAAYAH!!! That filthy coc…”
This time, Nicky stopped her before she could start. “MAMA!! I told you, I don’t want to hear you talking about daddy like that! I don’t like it!”
She folded her arms. “Jou think Jou know everyting about everyting…but jou don’t know what I know!” She looked at her diamond encrusted watch and rolled her eyes. “Where is this boyfriend of jours, eh? Already, he is a five minutes late! Maybe he is late from opening the 7-Eleven, eh?”
Nicky shook her head. “Christ…you are so racist! How did you ever hook up with Dad?!”
“THE DRUGS!!” She slapped her hand on the counter, then pointed at Nicky as her golden bangles shook and rattled. “I tell jou this…if I had not smoked the marajewana…I would have never let jou father even touch my buceta!”
“That’s nasty Mama…” Nicky scrunched up her face as she tried to block out the image of her parents having sex.
“Just because a man can give jou the multiple orgasm does not mean he is good man, OKAY?!!” She narrowed her eyes, “But is still better than lesbian, eh?”
Nicky got up and ran her hands down her face. She really didn’t need to be hearing any of this right now…or EVER for that matter. Before her mother could say anything else, there was a knock at the door and Nicky breathed a sigh of relief. She didn’t think she could take anymore ‘revelations’ from her mother.
“Is that jou Arab boyfriend? Tell him he is a late!” her mother said.
Nicky ignored her as she practically ran to the door, opening it, as she quickly stepped outside to meet with Raheem in private. She grabbed him and pulled him away from the door, whispering in an urgent tone. “I’m sorry to call you over here like this, but you have to help me, please!!”
Raheem raised a single eyebrow as he stared at her. “Hey…losing weight is a process…I can’t do no damn miracles! You gonna have stop f*ckin’ around wit the damn cupcakes b*tch!”
She ignored him as she continued. “My mother is here Raheem…and she is trying to get me to go home with her…back to Brazil!”
“Ooookay…and? You told the b*tch no…end of f*ckin’ story, right?” he asked.
“No…” Nicky shook her head, “…it’s not that simple! My mother has controlled me all my life…one way or another, she is going to find a way to drag me back home!”
Raheem shrugged his shoulders, “So…you want me to kick her ass or what?”
Nicky checked the door to make sure that her mother wasn’t there, then turned back and pulled him close to her, as she stared at him. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend…”
At first, all he could do was stare at her, then he stepped back. “B*TCH IS YOU F*CKIN’ CRAZY?!!”
Nicky grabbed Raheem and pulled him back close as she ‘shhhhhed’ him. “Raheem! Please…you don’t understand! She has a way of…of…doing things! If I have you there with me…she’ll see that I have more going on than just wrestling…maybe she’ll back off.”
Raheem sighed. “I still don’t understand why you can’t tell the b*tch to waddle her ass back to where the f*ck she come from?!”
Nicky planted her hands on her hips, looking at him sternly. “Would YOU tell your Mama to ‘waddle her ass back to where the f*ck she come from?!’” Nicky challenged.
“My Mama don’t f*cking waddle, okay?!” The gravity of Nicky’s situation was starting to sink in. While he wasn’t about to admit to the fact that his mother would beat the black off of him if he so much as cursed around her, he was willing to concede that Nicky’s mother probably held quite a bit of influence over her. He nodded, “Okay…okay…what do I need to do? Just tell her that you and me are boning and I don’t want you to leave?”
Nicky grabbed him, “You have to be serious Raheem! If she doesn’t think you are a good man…that’s going to be all the incentive she needs to drag me back to Sao Paulo!” Her eyes pleaded, “You can’t mess this up Raheem…PLEASE!”
Raheem rubbed his hands down his face. “Okay…OKAY! I’ll do the damn thing…aight?!! Just…just give me a minute…”
“NICOLETTE!!” her mother yelled from inside, “I’M WAITING!!”
Nicky grabbed Raheem by his hand, “We don’t have a minute.”
Before he knew it, he was being whisked inside Nicky’s apartment and introduced to her mother. “Raheem…this is my mother…Dulce Lima.” She looked at her mother, “Mama…my boyfriend, Maleek Raheem.”
For a moment, Raheem couldn’t believe his eyes. Nicky’s mother was a bit older than the women he usually went for, but she was still a stunner in her own right. Just as Nicky had seemed a genetic misfire with her father’s talent…she had also come up shooting blanks in the looks department…at least as far as he was concerned. As he looked at her, all he could say was, “Damn…”
Nicky’s mother stood up and walked around the counter, smoothing out her dress as she did, further revealing her shapely figure. She looked him up and down. “So…jou are the boyfriend of my little Nicolette?” She smirked, “And jou are a black…” She glared at her daughter, “Iaayah! Jou are trying to put me in an early grave!”
“MAMA!! DADDY IS BLACK!” she countered.
“AND JOU SAW HOW GREAT THAT TURNED OUT!” She eyed Raheem, “He’s a nice looking man…but trust me Nicolette…I can see it in his lying eyes already…he is a led by the bruto!” she gestured towards his crotch. “If jou not careful…this comida will break jou heart!”
“Mama…Raheem loves me…he wouldn’t do that to me!” Nicky answered.
“Oh jeah?!” She glared at Raheem. “Let me to hear it from his own lips!”
Raheem was still struck by how beautiful her mother was and merely stood there staring. Nicky elbowed him in the side, jarring him. “Oww!” He turned to her, then back to Dulce. “Oh…I’m sorry ma’am…I was really distracted. I mean…Nicky told me that you had been a model…but I didn’t realize that you were STILL getting your model on! I mean…DAMN!”
“Okay…okay!” Nicky interjected. “That’s enough!”
“No! Let him talk.” She smiled at Raheem. “Go ahead…tell me how beautiful I am!”
He started to continue, then stopped as he thought the better of it. She was testing him, she didn’t know how or why, but he knew. If he was going to be of any help, he’d have to get with the program and actually help Nicky in what she was trying to do. He put his arm around her, pulling Nicky in close. “I’m just saying…I can see where my baby gets her good looks from. You two could be sisters…or like really distant cousins.”
Dulce smirked. “Are jou having the sex with my daughter?! And don’t lie jou to me…I WILL KNOW!”
“MAMA!!” Nicky yelled.
Raheem didn’t wait for more banter between them, he knew what he had to do, and he just did it. “I’m not even gonna try to lie to you…I know you see right through me…and through all of this, so I am gonna just tell the truth…”
Nicky tried to interject, “Raheem…what are you doing, I…”
He cut her off quickly. “No Nicky! Enough lies…she has to know the truth.” Raheem looked at Dulce evenly, “Ma’am…me and Nicky have been boning since the day she got off the plane!” He reached down and cupped his hand around a generous portion of her backside. “HUMMMMMM!! I tell you…I can’t get enough of it!!”
Both Nicky and Dulce looked equally horrified, but Raheem didn’t seem to care. He knew what she was thinking and he was going to do what he thought the situation called for. “Look Mama Lima…I know you think I’m just a playa…trying to use yo little girl…but believe me when I say this. It’s GOT to be love!” He paused, “I mean…look at her…and look at me!” He chuckled, “I think we both know that I can have damn near any woman I want…but I picked Nicky…and I have to say, old girl’s head game has me gripping the f*ck outta the sheets every night!!”
“RAHEEM, I…” Before Nicky could finish her sentence, Raheem grabbed her and lifted her off her feet, holding her as he kissed her hard…giving her the full treatment. After a moment, he let her go, but her legs were wrapped around his waist and she didn’t move. He tried to push her away, but she refused to let him go. After a moment, he was finally able to pull his head away from her. He held out his arms as Nicky just hung off his body like a monkey clinging to a tree. He stared at her mother. “See…" he wiped his mouth, checking for blood from her deadly lip lock. “…she loves me too.”
Dulce had to grab the counter to stop herself from falling over. She stared at the two of them, then put a shaky hand up to cover her mouth. “I…I…iaayah…IAAYAH!!”
Finally Nicky let go and went to her mother’s side. “Mama! I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…”
She took her daughter’s face into her hands and held her. “My little Nicolette…she is finally becoming a woman! Iaayah!! Jou don’t know how many of the nights I made the pray that jou will not grow up a machona! All of the days and all of the nights…jou want to do the wrestling…AND NO BOYS!!” She hugged her daughter tight. “But now I see!! Jou are not the lesbian…only a wh*re…and jou Mama can live with that, eh!”
Nicky wasn’t sure if she could live with her mother thinking she was a wh*re, but it was better than being a lesbian…at least for now. “Mama…I love you!” She threw her arms around her mother and hugged her tight.
From behind her daughter’s back, Dulce kept her eyes on Raheem. She pointed to her eyes and then pointed to him, signaling that she was watching him. Raheem merely rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets…
Minutes Later…
Raheem and Nicky stood together on her balcony, following the performance they had put on in front of Nicky’s mother. She wrapped her arm around him and leaned her head into him. She felt him tense up, “Relax…my Mama is watching us…we have to keep up appearances” she lied, since it was more for her than for her mother’s sake.
“Yeah? Well…don’t get too carried away…I told you, this thing is professional.”
She ignored him as she snuggled even tighter against him. “How did you know that my Mama would back off like that? I mean…I was horrified and I would have never done or said anything like that.”
He chuckled, “Look…your moms aint that hard to figure out. She was straight trippin’ about you being in an all female type environment when the damn d*ck to poonany ratio is about as bad as it gets. Couple it with the fact that I know you aint never brought home no man…I knew that she’d be happy as hell to find out that you weren’t a regular at the Pink Taco Divide!” He shrugged, “Of course…she doesn’t want you hoeing it up out here either…so that gives me a good excuse NOT to be here trying to f*ck you.” He smiled, proud of himself, she wouldn’t want him there with her daughter, no matter what.
Nicky wasn’t quite as happy as she should have been. Sure, he had gotten her mother off her case for now, but hadn’t he felt something pass between them on the kiss? She felt it…so she knew he must have felt it too. “Raheem…I…”
“Aight!” He let her go, checking his watch. “Time for a brotha to bounce!” He opened the balcony door, just as Nicky followed him back inside. “Okay, Mama Lima…I’m gonna roll out! Nice meeting you!” He paused, “I REALLY want to stay and have lots of sex with your daughter, but…I’d never want to disrespect you like that…so…PEACE!!!”
Nicky grabbed him by his arm, stopping him. “Wait!! Can’t I have a goodbye kiss?”
Nicky leaned in to plant another kiss on Raheem, but her lips were met with the palm of his hand as he held her comically at bay. “No Nicky…darling… I will not disrespect your mother like that again. I couldn’t control myself earlier…but now I have decided that I must find a way!” He nodded towards Dulce, then headed for the door.
“Raheem…wait.” Her mother called to him. Raheem stopped and turned, unsure of why she was calling him back. “Jou are a very considerate of Mama’s feelings…but…” she looked at her daughter, “…jou make my Nicolette very happy.” She reached out and took him by the hand. “Come now…jou stay! I will sleep here on the couch!”
“OH!! NO!! NAW, I CAN’T DO THAT MAMA!! I…I…” He looked at her, wondering what he’d say to get out of this predicament. “I don’t want to have you sleeping on the couch…I…I’ll take the couch!”
“NONSENSE!! I’ll have none of it!” She pulled him back from the door and pushed him towards the hallway that led to the bedroom. “I take the couch…jou two sleep the bed…don’t mind me…” she sighed, “…Mama is a heavy sleeper!” She gave a knowing wink. “Go!! Jou two…go now!!”
Nicky grabbed him by his hand, leading him to the bedroom, “Come on sweetie! It’s okay…” Raheem looked nervously from the door back to Nicky. He seemed like a man being lead away to the gas chamber.
Dulce rushed over and grabbed Nicky by her arm as she whispered in her ear. “I have a the condoms in my purse…in case jou need them…” she glanced at Raheem, “…they are the magnum…with the flavor.”
Nicky gave her mother a half-hearted smile as the weirdness of the situation struck her. “Uhhh…okay Mama…” She gave her a peck on the cheek. “Goodnight…see you in the morning.”
As the two disappeared into the bedroom, the smile faded from Dulce’s face. They were lying…she could feel it in her bones. It seemed to her that her foul-mouthed black ‘so-called’ boyfriend was more into having sex with her than her daughter when she first met him. The only thing that was clear to her was the fact that her daughter really liked him. She could find no fraud there, and it did set her mind somewhat at ease…though she still didn’t want her child wrestling or wh*ring around.
Pulling her away from the ring would be one thing…but a boyfriend? That was much harder and usually ended up messy. Besides, a bad boyfriend was better than a good girlfriend in her book any day! Her daughter was NOT going to become a lesbian…or a wrestler! She would see to it.
If this boyfriend of hers proved to be a fake…like she thought he was…that would be it…her daughter would be leaving wrestling and on the first plane headed by to Sao Paulo…right beside her mother!
Dulce leaned her head close to the door to listen in on them, but the thick solid wood door turned their conversation into muffled nonsense…
Minutes Later Inside The Bedroom...
Nicky bit her lower lip as she threw back her head, banging it hard against the headboard. “OW!! F*CK!!” She quickly shook it off as she got herself right back into the mood. She moaned loudly as she arched back against the mattress, grabbing at the sheets and enjoying what Raheem was doing to her…in her mind at least…
Raheem yawned as he leaned against the bathroom doorframe watching Nicky dry-hump the air as she bounced up and down on the bed. Ordinarily…such a sight would demand a deep, hard, d*cking…but for some reason, it only made him want to gouge out his eyes and erase the horror from his memory.
She paused, just long enough to look at him and gesture for him to join her. Raheem rolled his eyes and walked over, snatching a pillow from under her head and tucking it under his arm as he walked over to the Lazyboy and plopped down. He leaned the chair back and got as comfortable as he could. All the while wondering how he had gotten himself into such a predicament.
Nicky frowned as she watched Raheem settle down and completely ignore her. For a moment, she wondered what it really meant…and then it came to her. Raheem was a gentleman and didn’t want to take advantage of the situation…though…she was certain that he wanted to. She smiled as she renewed her vigorous mattress humping. If her mother needed to be convinced, then she would do what Raheem was too much of a gentleman to do, besides…it wasn’t like she wouldn’t have him sooner or later.
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:53:22 GMT -5
SCENE:
Nicky is attacked and severely injured at the hands of Oni Kymiku and her followers, The Soone twins.
ACTORS:
Kenzi Grey ... Nicky Silver
Oni Kymiku … Ashley Marie Chase
Fukumi & Fukumi Soone … Alex Yin
Crystal Hilton … Brittany Williams
The Osaka Dome
Osaka, Japan
November 12, 2010As an 8-woman tag team match was in full swing, Nicky was outside the ring cheering on her best friend, Crystal Hilton. While most of the competitors were distracted in the ring, one of Crystal’s partners, Oni Kymiku hopped down from the ring apron and walked up behind Nicky, staring a hole right through the back of her head.
Lloyd Masters: Hey? What in the hell is this all about?!
Jay Jackson: Are you kidding?! Nicky has been at ringside yelling for Kymiku to play nice with Zelda, Crystal, and especially Barbara! Doesn’t she know the history between those two?! I think things are about to get put into check!
The fans scream as Kymiku grabs Nicky from behind and sends her careening headfirst into the steel steps with a thunderous crash. Kymiku stands over Nicky with a blank stare on her face. She backs away, near the barricade and the mass of fans standing there…fans that bare similar tattoos to hers.
Lloyd Masters: HEY!! THOSE FANS LOOK PRETTY SUSPICIOUS!!
Jay Jackson: Hey Lloyd…that’s racial profiling!
Kymiku is handed a length of barbwire by one of the thugs at ringside and she quickly wraps it around her taped fist. She turns back to Nicky and the fans scream their displeasure at what is about to happen.
Lloyd Masters: NO!! STOP THIS!!
Kymiku kneels over her fallen victim and starts laying a series of brutal punches into the head of “The Prodigy” instantly drawing what seems like gallons of blood. Crystal turns and sees her friend it trouble, but Veronica Valiant blasts her from behind, keeping her out of it. Barbara is down and Zelda heads down to break it up, but Fukumi and Fukuyu come sprinting down to the ring with chairs in hand. Kymiku stands up, her fist drenched in blood. She starts to walk away, then she stops and walks back over to Nicky.
Lloyd Masters: OKAY! That’s enough! Where is security?!
Jay Jackson: I don’t think she is done yet Lloyd!!
Zelda calls to Kymiku, but the Japanese Athena ignores her as she grabs Nicky and brings her up into a double underhook piledriver, positioning her over the steel steps.
Lloyd Masters: OH GOD!! DON’T DO THIS!!
Before anyone can do anything Kymiku drives the already blood drenched head of the former World Champion into the steel steps with a sickening thud. Kymiku turns and stands over her, wiping her hand over Nicky’s bloody face and smearing it over the front of her singlet.
Lloyd Masters: DAMN IT!! HER NECK COULD BE BROKEN AFTER THAT!!
Kymiku stares at her, with the same blank stare, as she backs away and starts to go over the barricade. Suddenly, Eva Rodriguez runs down the ramp and the fans cheer loudly. The Soone twins move to stop her with a double chair shot, but the Latina Pitbull rolls under it and goes right after Kymiku. For a moment it seems that she is going to meet her head on, but she smiles and hops over the barricade instead, disappearing behind a mass of tattooed humanity, obviously Yakuza members. Jordan Divine exits the ring and she and Eva start to go after her, but they think the better of it when the Soone twins go after her again. Eva is about to be attacked when Zelda and Jordan jump down behind them and pull the chairs away from them. When faced with their own weapons, they quickly back down and melt into the crowd as well, leaving Eva, Jordan, and Zelda to check on the fallen Nicky. |
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Post by Publicist on Jan 22, 2017 19:54:42 GMT -5
SCENE:
Oni Kymiku continues her violent path of destruction by going after Nicky’s best friend, Crystal Hilton.
ACTORS:
Crystal Hilton … Brittany Williams
Oni Kymiku … Ashley Marie Chase
8th Anniversary Show Press Conference
World Women’s Wrestling League
December 1, 2010During the press conference, Crystal Hilton confronts Oni Kymiku in a drunken rage, upset over the unwarranted attack that had left Nicky in a wheelchair. Oni endured the woman’s vengeful rant instead of attacking her. She allowed Crystal to vent her rage at her until management called for everyone’s attention.
The announcement that was being made was that Nicky was going to be the next inductee into the 3WL Hall of Fame. A tremendous honor, and one that was well deserved for all of the accomplishments she had made in the short span of time that was her career. Everyone was paid their respects by listening to the announcement, everyone except Oni.
With the practiced ease that anyone else would show with doing the most mundane of tasks, Oni casually rose from her seat, bashed Crystal in the back of the head, poured a bottle of champagne over her, then broke the bottle on the edge of the table and prepared to stab her with it on live television.
As Oni made to stab Crystal Hilton, she was saved by the other attendees. |
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