Post by nikki87 on May 28, 2006 17:03:54 GMT -5
A two-storied house on Jackson Street in the small suburban town of Evansdale is currently filled with four (five counting the dog) people engaged in a reoccurring argument. The man of the house, Mr. Nathaniel Masters, is sitting at the end of the house‘s dining room table. His partly aged face grimaces around at everyone sitting at the table. Kimberly Masters, the middle aged woman to his left has her dark hair in a bun and she looks very stressed. Jenna Masters, across from her is a young girl that bears a resemblance to the older woman. She‘s smiling and laughing sarcastically. Nichole Masters, to her right is the root and cause of these reoccurring arguments with this family. A young girl with straight brunette hair, sharing almost the same eyes of the angry man on the other end of the table. She‘s throwing her hands up in the air, exaggerating her anger or disbelief at the current argument.
Kimberly: Please, Nichole. Stop with this nonsense, especially at the dinner table. Nathan, stop raising your voice. Jenna, stop mocking your sister. Please, can‘t we eat dinner in a civilized manner for once in our lives?
As usual, everyone ignores the pleas of the Mother of the House for everyone to quit with the arguing.
Nichole: Mom, Dad, do you two not even care at all about my dreams? About my possible future? I really want to do this and I know for a fact that I can do this!
Nathan slams his fist on the table, angrily, shaking most of the plates and glasses: Nichole Masters, as long as you‘re living under my roof, you will never speak of these foolish desires ever again! Now, go to your room and I don‘t want to hear another word from you all night!
Nichole cries out, in disbelief: But, I haven‘t even eaten dinner yet!
Nathan, uncaring: That‘s just too bad. Now go to your room.
Jenna laughs: Yeah that is too bad, Nikki. Ah, maybe not. You‘re getting kinda fat anyways.
Before either of the parents have a chance to scold their older daughter for her remark, Nikki has leaped at her and knocks her out of her chair. The younger of the two slaps her older sister across the face as the roll around on the dinning room floor with both parents leaping up to get Nikki off of her sister, Jenna. It‘s Nathan who gets her off and shoves her backwards. He angrily points out of the dining room, directing Nikki to leave at once.
Nikki: You‘re such a bitch, Jenna.
She doesn‘t listen to any of the comments her older sister has to say back or to the possible punishments either of her parents are yelling at her as she rushes up the stairs and then storms into her room. Nikki‘s room is decorated in various different posters of rock bands, movie ads and random paintings. She has a large bed with red and yellow flame blankets. She hops on it and it bounces in response. She crawls on it and then picks up a phone on the nightstand next to her bed. She picks up the receiver and dials numbers before putting it to her ear. A few seconds of silence and then an answer.
Nikki: Hey Danny.
A male voice on the other side responds: Nikki, hi! How did it go?
Nikki laughs: Well, I never got to tell them about the training I‘ve been doing at the local wrestling school or the fact that I‘ve signed a contract with the WFWF or -
The male, Danny cuts her off: Did you tell them anything?!
Nikki: Sort of. Well, just the same thing I always tell them. I just started talking about how I‘d really love to become a wrestler and stuff and then dad went crazy and told me to go to my room. Jenna made a smartass remark so I made her sorry.
Danny laughs: What did you do to her?
Nikki: Knocked her out of her chair and slapped her around. You know, the ordinary. She didn‘t get in trouble, of course. She never does. But I get sent to my room and it‘s just not right. I wonder what they‘d do if they knew that I have signed a contract with the WFWF and that I have a House Show match against this woman named Lydia.
Danny: I guess we‘ll never know, Nikki. I‘m really sorry that you wont be able to do it. I know how much you wanted it.
Nikki: What are you saying Danny? In the 15 years that I‘ve known you, you‘d honestly think that I‘m going to just give up like this? I‘m still going to do it and you‘re going to help me.
Danny: Nikki, what have you got in mind? Are we going to get in trouble?
Nikki: Everyone will be asleep in about three hours. I‘m going to pack my bags in a few minutes and you‘re going to come get me at about 1:00 a.m. and you‘ll drive me to Evansdale‘s train station. I‘ll take a train to the WFWF Arena and then there‘s no way my parents can stop me.
Danny, sounding worried: Nikki, we can‘t do that. You don‘t have any money. How can you take a train? They cost money!
Nikki: Danny, Danny, Danny. I‘ve got plenty of money. I didn‘t take that job at the local dinner for nothing for two years. I‘ve got all that money saved up, it‘s plenty enough to get me a one way ticket to the WFWF. Plus, after I arrive there, wrestling will be my job. I‘ll get paid to do what I love and I wont need anymore money. Trust me, I‘ve got this all under control. Now, are you gonna be here later?
Danny: Of course. What are best friends for, eh?
Nikki: Thanks Danny. Bye!
The two best friends hang up and then Nikki begins to pack her bags full of various clothing items, magazines and CD‘s. After she is finished, she goes to a small desk in her room and opens up one of its drawers. She pulls out a folder from within in and opens it up. There are a few papers and on one of them is a petite woman with long, dark hair. She‘s a very beautiful woman and the top of the page reads: Lydia. Below her picture are her stats. Nikki reads through them, raising and eyebrow here and there.
Nikki: Never had any interest in wrestling. Doesn‘t watch the WFWF program. Former Adult Film Star. Wow, this is going to be a lot easier than I thought! She obviously doesn‘t know anything about wrestling and she looks like some plastic Barbie. What would even give her the idea of becoming a female wrestler? By the looks of things, she is nowhere near cut out for it. It‘s a shame the WFWF didn‘t give me real competition in my first match. Meg or Scratchcat or Vivica would‘ve been so much fun to grapple up with. They‘re some of my heroes in the WFWF. And they would definetly test my training and wrestling skills to the max. But instead, I get little Miss Prissy, who just happens to have sex for a living? It‘s too bad for Miss Prissy Lydia though because with all this anger and frustration I‘ve built up from these arguments at home, she‘ll basically be a rag doll in a cage with a pit bull! I‘ll see you at the House Show, Lydia and I‘ll beat you at the House Show.
Hours later, Nikki grabs her suitcase and walks over to the nearest window. She lifts it up and then climbs out to begin her journey to the WFWF.
Kimberly: Please, Nichole. Stop with this nonsense, especially at the dinner table. Nathan, stop raising your voice. Jenna, stop mocking your sister. Please, can‘t we eat dinner in a civilized manner for once in our lives?
As usual, everyone ignores the pleas of the Mother of the House for everyone to quit with the arguing.
Nichole: Mom, Dad, do you two not even care at all about my dreams? About my possible future? I really want to do this and I know for a fact that I can do this!
Nathan slams his fist on the table, angrily, shaking most of the plates and glasses: Nichole Masters, as long as you‘re living under my roof, you will never speak of these foolish desires ever again! Now, go to your room and I don‘t want to hear another word from you all night!
Nichole cries out, in disbelief: But, I haven‘t even eaten dinner yet!
Nathan, uncaring: That‘s just too bad. Now go to your room.
Jenna laughs: Yeah that is too bad, Nikki. Ah, maybe not. You‘re getting kinda fat anyways.
Before either of the parents have a chance to scold their older daughter for her remark, Nikki has leaped at her and knocks her out of her chair. The younger of the two slaps her older sister across the face as the roll around on the dinning room floor with both parents leaping up to get Nikki off of her sister, Jenna. It‘s Nathan who gets her off and shoves her backwards. He angrily points out of the dining room, directing Nikki to leave at once.
Nikki: You‘re such a bitch, Jenna.
She doesn‘t listen to any of the comments her older sister has to say back or to the possible punishments either of her parents are yelling at her as she rushes up the stairs and then storms into her room. Nikki‘s room is decorated in various different posters of rock bands, movie ads and random paintings. She has a large bed with red and yellow flame blankets. She hops on it and it bounces in response. She crawls on it and then picks up a phone on the nightstand next to her bed. She picks up the receiver and dials numbers before putting it to her ear. A few seconds of silence and then an answer.
Nikki: Hey Danny.
A male voice on the other side responds: Nikki, hi! How did it go?
Nikki laughs: Well, I never got to tell them about the training I‘ve been doing at the local wrestling school or the fact that I‘ve signed a contract with the WFWF or -
The male, Danny cuts her off: Did you tell them anything?!
Nikki: Sort of. Well, just the same thing I always tell them. I just started talking about how I‘d really love to become a wrestler and stuff and then dad went crazy and told me to go to my room. Jenna made a smartass remark so I made her sorry.
Danny laughs: What did you do to her?
Nikki: Knocked her out of her chair and slapped her around. You know, the ordinary. She didn‘t get in trouble, of course. She never does. But I get sent to my room and it‘s just not right. I wonder what they‘d do if they knew that I have signed a contract with the WFWF and that I have a House Show match against this woman named Lydia.
Danny: I guess we‘ll never know, Nikki. I‘m really sorry that you wont be able to do it. I know how much you wanted it.
Nikki: What are you saying Danny? In the 15 years that I‘ve known you, you‘d honestly think that I‘m going to just give up like this? I‘m still going to do it and you‘re going to help me.
Danny: Nikki, what have you got in mind? Are we going to get in trouble?
Nikki: Everyone will be asleep in about three hours. I‘m going to pack my bags in a few minutes and you‘re going to come get me at about 1:00 a.m. and you‘ll drive me to Evansdale‘s train station. I‘ll take a train to the WFWF Arena and then there‘s no way my parents can stop me.
Danny, sounding worried: Nikki, we can‘t do that. You don‘t have any money. How can you take a train? They cost money!
Nikki: Danny, Danny, Danny. I‘ve got plenty of money. I didn‘t take that job at the local dinner for nothing for two years. I‘ve got all that money saved up, it‘s plenty enough to get me a one way ticket to the WFWF. Plus, after I arrive there, wrestling will be my job. I‘ll get paid to do what I love and I wont need anymore money. Trust me, I‘ve got this all under control. Now, are you gonna be here later?
Danny: Of course. What are best friends for, eh?
Nikki: Thanks Danny. Bye!
The two best friends hang up and then Nikki begins to pack her bags full of various clothing items, magazines and CD‘s. After she is finished, she goes to a small desk in her room and opens up one of its drawers. She pulls out a folder from within in and opens it up. There are a few papers and on one of them is a petite woman with long, dark hair. She‘s a very beautiful woman and the top of the page reads: Lydia. Below her picture are her stats. Nikki reads through them, raising and eyebrow here and there.
Nikki: Never had any interest in wrestling. Doesn‘t watch the WFWF program. Former Adult Film Star. Wow, this is going to be a lot easier than I thought! She obviously doesn‘t know anything about wrestling and she looks like some plastic Barbie. What would even give her the idea of becoming a female wrestler? By the looks of things, she is nowhere near cut out for it. It‘s a shame the WFWF didn‘t give me real competition in my first match. Meg or Scratchcat or Vivica would‘ve been so much fun to grapple up with. They‘re some of my heroes in the WFWF. And they would definetly test my training and wrestling skills to the max. But instead, I get little Miss Prissy, who just happens to have sex for a living? It‘s too bad for Miss Prissy Lydia though because with all this anger and frustration I‘ve built up from these arguments at home, she‘ll basically be a rag doll in a cage with a pit bull! I‘ll see you at the House Show, Lydia and I‘ll beat you at the House Show.
Hours later, Nikki grabs her suitcase and walks over to the nearest window. She lifts it up and then climbs out to begin her journey to the WFWF.
