Nikki Blade(c) vs Alexander Atwater

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Next Generation Championship
Nikki Blade(c) vs Alexander Atwater

Deadline: 3-25-14 at Midnight CST

RP Limit: 2 per person


Story: To come later..

[alexanderatwater]

(OOC Notes: Hope you folks are enjoying the stories. Good luck Nikki. Should be a fun one.)


Fort Hood, TX, USA
April 19th, 2014
SCIF

Most of the building that we had entered was utilitarian. There were beige concrete walls made from the cinder slab that constructed a lot of buildings on the base. We were in an area of the base that hadn’t gotten many upgrades lately, and a part of the base I’d only seen one other time. That time had simply been an escort. No one had ever wanted to speak to me about anything in one. But I was keenly aware that speaking in SCIF was for the most sensitive of subjects. It was as secure a room as anything. It was a bubble, within a bubble. When someone said a rubber room, this wasn’t what they were talking about. There was a long table, made out of pressed fiberboard, a cherry finish glossed on with a laminate and some glue. An encrypted phone sat on it, staring out as the lone thing on the table. General Prasch sat at the head of the table. One of the people he had with him sat in the seat to his left, the other goon stood by the door. The general motioned for me to sit down to his right, and the offer was accepted.

His eyes fixed on me for a long moment. The cagey old warrior was sizing me up, trying to get a mental picture of who I was and what he could glean from just looking at me. It was a habit that we all developed sooner or later. Be it accurate or not, we do it to determine what kind of threat a person may pose. You can notice subtle things about truly dangerous men that you didn’t notice in others. The way they carried themselves, the look in their eyes, the way they spoke. They could all add up to give you an accurate picture of what a person was capable of.

“Son, what I say to you does not leave this room. Do you understand me? If there is any word of a leak of this information, I will pull out my service pistol and knock the top of your god damn head off, personally.” General Prasch said to me in a dead serious tone.

”Sir, I understand. Not a word of this will be spoken to outside of anyone in this chain of command. I’m following your orders to a T, sir.” I responded, knowing he needed a correct answer from me.

“Why is that soldier? You will blindly follow my orders to the letter.” General Prasch responded testily. I needed to gauge my response perfectly to the question.

”Sir, when a fully frocked General asks you to follow his orders, you understand that he’s doing it with very calculated reason. A general such as yourself is obviously a warrior of the highest order, and to disrespect your wishes would be foolhardy and dangerous. So would following your orders blindly. I will always do what’s right for my country sir. And I will always follow your orders if I know they are in the best interests of this great Republic. That, you can have no doubt of sir. My answer was honest. That was going to be the best tact with this salty old dog. He’d see through anything else.

”So keep your lips buttoned. You agree, keep them button. If after this meeting, you want to walk away from the opportunity, keep them button and you’ll still advance.” The general said to me forcefully.

”Sir, yes sir.” I replied.

”A lot of your platoon mates aren’t going to be making it very far soldier. You were all given shots recently. Your blood was all drawn again afterwards. Many of them will probably not make it through the night. You, however, will.” General Prasch said.

My mind was reeling. Many of those guys were dog meat, and I knew every last one of them. What the fuck were they doing to us? Why was I going to make it through the night and most of the rest of them wouldn’t. What the hell was going on. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but the smarter part of me was telling me to keep my mouth shut. I’m sure the general could see the look of absolute confusion on my face. It was a lot to take in. It was a lot to try and understand all in the span of a few short seconds. What was happening to me. What are they doing to me. Jesus Christ, I should beat a retreat really quickly, but running here and now doesn’t seem like an option.

“You have a unique genetic structure, Alex. The men in your platoon were a test group, to compare against you. We’ve been scouting you since your recruitment. Right now, there is nano-tech coursing through your veins. General Prasch said.

”Nano-tech, sir?” I asked, not thinking I was interrupting a General.

”Small machines, the size of microbes are flowing through your blood stream. They are spreading through your system and wiring itself into your body. If you allow it to stay there, it will begin to bond to you and start regulating your body functions at optimum performance. You will become stronger, faster, more agile, heal faster, and do less damage to yourself. It is also paving the way for loads of more technology to be compatible with your body.” General Prasch said.

”Sir, with all due respect, why me?” I asked. I was so confused.

”The answer is three fold son. Your genetic structure allows your body to take this nano-tech without it killing you in the process. Your size was a prized asset, because you can’t teach size. And your intelligence testing was quite high.” The Gerenal responded to my question.

“What kind of technology are we talking about.” I asked, because that was part of the deal too.

“Advanced battlefield technology, son. Alex, how much do you know about the universal military quest to create a super soldier?” General Prasch asked me.

“Sir, I know that militaries the world over have always been looking for a way to accomplish it. Hitler drove himself and his scientists mad trying to accomplish it.” I responded.

“Do you want to be one of the first wave of American Super Soldiers son?” The General asked me.

Wow, that was not what I expect. I expected that I was going to be told I was going to be a space monkey to test some new aircraft the army was working on or something. I never expected to be told that I was in a very rare echelon because of the DNA I had in me and that I’d been selected to become a super soldier. Well shit, I guess I am a space monkey after all. Who knows if this shit is going to work or not. Who knows if it’s not going to kill me or drive me insane. I have no idea. And shit, what does this mean for my future with the other ends of my life. I have no idea, and I have no idea what I should do. And it’s not like I can open up my mouth about it to anyone, other than the people that were standing in the room.

“Sir, please be honest with me. If you were in my shoes, what would you do?” I asked hesitantly, knowing full well his answer could be loaded with personal agenda.

“That depends, Alex. Do you want to play it safe, or do you want an adventure?“ The general asked me.

That was a very good question. I could play the safe route, go to college, wrestle, maybe get famous for it. Maybe end up broken and having to sell shoes like Al Bundy. Or I could take the pill that the general was offering me and go down the rabbit hole. I could take the adventurous route and find myself stranded up shits creek or with an amazing story to tell. The internal scales were balancing out the pros and cons of each option as I sat across from the general. What I want most is to be a great warrior for America. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And warriors aren’t built from the safe route. They’re forged in the heart of war and conflict. I looked up at the sky for a moment and questioned God if it was time to take this adventure. I looked down at the general a second later and started to reach across the table, my head nodding before I knew what I was consciously doing.

I shook the general’s hand. ”I’m in.”


Super Promo Bonus Time 5: Knees


The cameras come on in a dimly lit bar. People crowd the bar, and as the cameras weave their way through the throngs of people, they come to rest on Alexander Atwater sitting in a booth in the back corner. There is a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he picks up a drink and tosses it down his gullet. He looks up at the cameras and makes a hand gesture as they approach.

Alexander Atwater: “This is a week of opportunity for me. This is a week where I can step forward and prove to everyone in PWX that Alexander Atwater is the real deal. Last week wasn’t enough. I’ll admit, I had a week last week where I did some unsavory things. Taking down that clod Rhonin, out thinking David Wilson, and some other things that we’re probably better off not talking about at this point in time. I know people are going to say that my victory over David Wilson was a cheap one. We went the distance. We hit the time limit and the boss man came out to make sure we got to finish what we started. I saw an opportunity to use my brains instead of my brawn though, and I took it. I took a page out of one of the greatest of all times’ playbook and it worked out in my favor. They can review the footage all they want, the ref declared me the winner of the match. The referee told me that I’d be going on to face Nikki Blade at High Stakes for the Next Gen championship. Who would have thought that when I walked in the door at the beginning of the month, I’d be getting the chance to take on a champion at the following pay-per-view. But here I am, ready to walk into High Stakes and do battle with someone that is standing between me and the next level of this business.

Atwater motions for another drink and a waitress appears, placing a glass in front of him.

Alexander Atwater: ”Well little lady, isn’t this lovely. You’ve got something I want, and you’ve got the guts to stand up and keep the damn thing. I’m not foolish enough to sit here and say you don’t got quite a bit of fight in ya sweetheart… you do. You’re a feisty little bitch, and that must be why your boyfriend keeps you around for. Actually, we all know what your boyfriend keeps you around for. We know how you got your job, how you got your status and how you’ve gotten everything you’ve acquired since you got into bed with him. And you did it all by being a good little bitch and getting down on your knees. You got it all by looking up at the guy with hungry eyes and saying please when he jammed his dick down your throat and made you gag. Isn’t that right Nikki? Wasn’t that the big talking point last week. How Sam and Noah wouldn’t dare talk about your man. Well, I don’t give a fuck about your man. Quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck about you. You’re beneath me, in just about every single way. You’re smaller, weaker, and the level of what you’re going to bring to the ring is sincerely in question. Unless you plan on pulling another stunt where you try to suck a guy’s dick to get him to stop fighting?

Atwater laughs at the thought, downs his drink and sets the glass back on the table.

Alexander Atwater: “Well that shit damn sure ain’t going to work here. Quite frankly, your boyfriend is going to be mighty pissed off with me. Why? Because I’m going to punch you in that pretty little mouth of yours so hard that you won’t suck his dick for a god damn month. And then he’s going to be really pissed. And he can come get it too if he wants it. This ain’t a game. This ain’t something I fuck around about. This is how I get my money. This is how I’m securing my future. The boss seems to like throwing me at his problems and I’m perfectly okay with that. I’m a problem solver. I enforce the rules around here for him it seems. And you’ve been a pain in the ass, bitch. So I’m going to do what I’m supposed to do and smack the shit out of you. I’m going to make you pay for meddling in the bosses affairs. I might not be a member of the establishment, but I know when to take a contract and make the hit. So when you’re wondering what the hell you’re doing in the ring with me when you’re going black… I’ll be thinking about dragging your sweet little ass off to my locker room as a spoil of war. Your man should get that. And this part is for your man, because you love him so much. That ring is my god damn yard. So champ… keep your girl out of my yard… and I’ll keep my yard out of your girl. The fuck out of here pussies, I’m sick of these fucking cameras”

Atwater gets up with his glass for alcohol and walks off screen. The camera fades on a shot of the booth Atwater was sitting in.

[nikkiblade]

A day in the life......

The door bell rings and Nikki gets out of bed, still in her t-shirt and shorts rubbing her eyes a bit and trying to fix her hair just a little before going to the door and opening it up..As she does there is a camera man standing there right behind Shawn Lester. She looks a bit confused and leans on the door frame.

Nikki Blade: Shawn? What are you doing here, and with a camera?

Shawn Lester: Well...seems to me that the higher ups thought it would be a good idea to get behind the scenes with our Nxt Gen Champion...go through the in's and outs of your day..see Nikki Blade out of the ring in her every day life.

Nikki Blade: Did they? Well this is Nikki Blade shutting the door in your face...

Shawn Lester: Come on, please. This is a huge thing for me, give them something to look at see what I can do...won't you help a guy out?

Nikki sighs a bit then steps back into the house leaving the door opened for them to come in.

Nikki Blade: Fine...just let me get dressed, make yourself comfortable.

Shawn grins and then heads inside with the camera man in tow. The door shuts as they look around her house and hears the water running for a moment then turns off. She emerges from her bedroom with her hair brushed and put up in a pony tail, wearing a pair of sweats and t-shirt and walks over to the couch and sits down across from Lester. He grins, looking over at her.

Shawn Lester: I know this is a bit of a surprise but the fans would really eat this up, they only get to see you in that ring and maybe a few candid back stage things but that's always with Ojeda and he's always getting rid of the camera crews. Nikki, I have to say that everyone is really impressed with you and what you have accomplished and now being the Nxt Gen Champion successfully defending it mulitple times...I got to say...your amazing....besides being amazing in the ring, what is it that Nikki Blade does on her off time?

Nikki Blade: I like to go riding...

Shawn Lester: Yea, we have seen you on your new motor cycle that Ojeda got for you..

Nikki Blade; No, not that type of riding..yea i like to do that but I really like to be outside...out where no one is...be by myself. Only chance I get to do that is when I take my horse out for a ride.

Shawn Lester: Oh that type of riding. Didn't know that about you.

Nikki Blade: There are a lot of things that no one knows about me Shawn..no one ever takes the time to ask. They think cause I'm associated with John I'm unapproachable or something.

As they are sitting there, the door opens up and Ojeda walks through the door shutting the door behind him. He walks over towards Nikki and sees Lester sitting there and the camera in the room.

Ojeda: What the hell is all this?

Nikki Blade: Oh you know Shawn, from the company...he came here to pretty much do a day in the life of yours truely...

Ojeda: Is that so? Sure it wasn't Hollywoods way of seeing what's going on, outside the ring? I wouldn't be surprised if this jackass wasn't paid a little extra to get the extra info for the boss.

Shawn Lester: I am most certainly not. I came here to do a live take on Nikki's day, the in's and outs of it.

Ojeda: Well you certain aren't going to get that information...wouldn't want Hollywood jeaslous now but anyway...I think it's time you left cause me and Nikki got things to talk about and having you here, well...ain't happening...beat it.

Shawn Lester: I think Nikki could speak for herself on this matter.

Nikki Blade: Yea, well I think John's right, this isn't me...I don't want to be followed around by a camera...everyone seeing my life out side that ring so, yea i think you should go.

Shawn Lester: FINE!

He gets up abruptly and heads to the door with his cameraman in tow and opens the door, slamming it on his way out. John leans back in the couch and Nikki pulls up next to him, leaning up against him.

Ojeda: I just got done watching a little promo from captian courageous...The guy has a huge fucking target on his back...the shit he was saying Nik...he's gunning for you to lose it.

Nikki Blade: And when have I ever let anyone, certainly any guy get under my skin? I mean, trust me I have heard them all and there is nothing that this jerk is going to say that is going to make me upset or mad or lose my train of focus on what I have to do.

Ojeda: really? Even if he talks about you basically sucking your way to the top? Nik, he was pretty intense, took all of me to just rip the fucking television off the fucking wall..

Nikki Blade: And what Have I always told you John?

Ojeda: Yea I know...

He gets up and paces the floor a bit then turns to her.

Ojeda: I just wanna rip off his fucking head and piss down his neck...I'm so sick and tired of these fucking losers taking pot shots at my girl just cause she's got this title and they want it. There hasn't been one person that wanted a straight up match, no they got to throw in the crap of who your sleeping with and what bed your in, etc..

Nikki Blade: John, it doesn't bother me cause I know it's far from the truth...as far as I'm concerned...Alexander is on Hollywoods extended payroll...he's a pawn in Hollywoods scheme of things and he's going to fail just like the others...they didn't win John, they might of won the battle but this war...it's our victory and he will see it soon enough. So let them talk, let them say what they want...only opinion I care about is yours...

Ojeda: Your right. Your the calm cool one in this relationship.

Nikki Blade: I know. (She smirks) It's why you love me so much...

Ojeda grins back at her.

Ojeda: Yea, that's right. So..You ready to head over there. I got a few things I wanna do before tonight.

Nikki Blade: Let me just get dressed, take me about fifteen minutes...ok?

Ojeda: Good, I'm gonna make a call..

Nikki hops off the couch and heads to the bedroom to get ready to go as John takes his cell out of his pocket and walks out the front door.



The music blasts and everyone in the arena are off their feet as Nikki Blade comes out onto the stage...she stands at the edge of the stage where the ramp meets it and holds up her Nxt Gen Title high above her head as the fans are out of their seats cheering the champion. She smirks as she heads down the ramp towards the ring.

Ricky: There she is, The Nxt Gen Champion and what a champion she is Chris, week after week that girl has proven to everyone who has ever doubted her that she is championship material.

Chris: That she has but this week she's up against a military machine...Alexander Atwater is not just any challenger, this man is trained in the art of pain and domination.

Ricky: True but he's never met the likes of Nikki Blade either...shes as beautiful as she is deadly..

Nikki gets to the end of the ramp and climbs up the steps and heads into the ring. She heads across the ring and grabs the ropes pulling herself up onto the ropes and again holds her title up to the fans.

Ricky: God that woman is amazing!

Chris: Put your tongue back in your mouth, Ojeda will make sure he rips it out.

Nikki leaps down and walks to the center of the ring, scooping up the mic from the mat and lifts it up to her lips.



Nikki Blade: ...Sweetheart? Did you seriously call me sweet heart? Are you that fucking stupid? God I'm just so sick and tired of men like you that assume things...I'll give you feisty little bitch see unlike some and I don't know why you "Assume" How I got to where I am your barking up the wrong tree...Cause if that was the case I'd have to make Hollywood extremely happy and if you were paying attention like a good little soldier you would of noticed that I hate the man...but no you like any dumb asshole out there that only thinks a woman gets ahead in any male dominated business by sleeping her way to the top....I don't give a rats ass what you think or why you think that Sam and Noah didn't say shit about John, hell if you think you know then you tell them. It's not my fault Sam turned out to be the biggest loser going in the ring and you, your falling right in line with all the rest...open your mouth, insert foot...your a jackass Alex...your whole military existence is a farce...only reason why your in this company and cause the military didn't want you...you couldn't cut it in the "real" world so maybe...just maybe you could win some medal's here. Your a pathetic piece of garbage...

Ricky: He did say some pretty disgusting things about her, I think John isn't going to be to happy either.

Chris: I'm sure just like Nikki has stated over and over again...she needs no one...to protect her.

Nikki Blade: Such a tough guy huh? Doesn't take much of a man let alone brains to throw the whole you got on your knees to get where you are. Maybe I should be saying the same about you...bending over to Hollywood and taking one for the team. Everyone knows how badly you want to kiss Hollywood's ass, show him your a team player..See...one good turn deserves another my friend, I'm not your typical girl whose going to go cry to her man and tell him to beat you up cause you said bad things...boo hoo...give me a fucking break! Ojeda knows how I am and he's sitting in the back, laughing at you and your comments cause it just goes to show you just how desperate you are to prove you are something. And leave it to you to throw that whole match out of proportion, if you had any brains what so ever you would of seen it for what it was...a fuck you to the establishment but I keep forgetting, your butt buddies with them aren't you...you can deny it all you want but everyone in this arena knows the truth about you ....you give a new meaning to the world...universal soldier don't ya! Stand up and salute Hollywood without using your hands...And trust me Rambo...beneath you is the last place this gal is going to be. like I tell them all and I've stood behind every word I've ever stated....your last image of me is going to be me...standing over you...looking down at your pathetic ass wondering what the hell went wrong. now Alexander claims to be in this machine military but I recently found out he was in another military group. You guys might remember it, a group called the Misfits in Action. Big time group of wCw losers, just like him. I wonder which member of the group you were? Was it Major Stash? GI Bro? General Hugh G React....Ahhh who am I kidding, that sure as hell couldn't be it from what I've heard......No your name was Rear Admiral Butts and we all know why....

Chris: Intense words from Nikki.

Ricky: Atwater is in for a huge surprise in that ring...that's so god damn funny!!

Nikki Blade: See, I listened to what you said and trust me, 80 percent of it was you talking out your ass to get a rise out of me but I can tell you something Alex...I don't get angry...I don't seek out revenge over stupid words that come out of stupid people's mouths...I just do what I'm paid to do...I kick everyone's, and anyone's ass in that ring that I'm put up against and from the looks of this title here...the one your drooling over....I'm doing a pretty damn good job. Maybe that's why Hollywood is upset, never expected me..a little no one from Brooklyn to be so dominate in that ring. That I aligned myself with Ojeda and not the establishment...that I wouldn't pucker up and kiss his nasty ass like you are doing his dirty work all in the name of the great pay check. Your a sell out Atwater you and his merry band of jerk offs that follow him. Your right, this isn't a game...I totally agree that's why your going to be getting me, Nikki Blade...real and in person in that ring ready to defend her title...ready to take what ever you got that you think you got anyway and beat you like a red headed step child...I'm not one to be trifled with, I'm not some piece of ass or arm candy that can't stand on her own two feet..

She lowers the mic, grinning a bit as the fans chant Nikki's name over and over again then she brings the mic up to her lips again.

Nikki Blade: As for you taking me as your prize...your spoils of war you disgust me. Your such a pussy you can't even come at me face to face, threaten me on a cam..hiding? I'm right here moron...you think you could ever handle a woman like me...I laugh in your face... I laugh at your gestures and I certainly....most definitely laugh at your yard...(she holds up her pinky) Cause everyone pretty much knows that you can't rise to the occasion with a dick as small as yours that's why your the catcher and not the pitcher...John won't be down by ring side...you won't have to worry about that but what you do have to worry about is me....Cause I swear...I'm going to rip your dick off and shove it right down your throat...not that it would matter...probably used to it anyway but....shhhhh I know...don't ask don't tell right? But no one ever accused you of having a brain cell cause lets face it...the smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth was a penis...I mean god if you were twice as smart you would still be stupid. So....roger ram jet...I will see you later on in your so called Yard...I'll be the one smiling...holding MY title and whopping your ass for everything it's worth...which isn't much trust me...

She drops the mic and goes to salute but turns her back to the camera and bends over mouthing you can kiss my ass before the camera goes to commercial.