Alexander Atwater(c) vs Nikki Blade

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Next Generation Championship
Alexander Atwater(c) vs Nikki Blade

RP Limit: 2 per person

Deadline: 4-15-14 at Midnight CST


Story: Alexander Atwater has been impressing as of late. So much, that he has aligned himself with Mr. Hollywood and The Establishment. Mr. Hollywood came to Atwater and was so impressed he offered him a spot in the Establishment. Now, this week, he takes on Nikki Blade as she cashes in her rematch clause for the Next Generation Championship. Can Blade win back her coveted Next Generation Championship? Or will Atwater, who has been nothing short of impressive, stop the former champion in her tracks and retain the gold?

[nikkiblade]

It's late in the afternoon and Nikki is arriving home at her apartment with her arms full of grocery's. It's been a long couple of weeks and she was enjoying her time off after losing her Next Generation Title to Atwater. The lose was a hard one to swallow but after looking back at the match and her time as champion, she had a great run with it and no one could say otherwise. She searches for her keys when she hears a voice behind her.

"Nicole Blade?" The voice was deep and very stern as she looks over her shoulder and a man in a suit and tie was standing behind her with another man next to him. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a badge and shows it to her.

"Yea that's me. Sorry I gave to the policemen's ball already.." She smirks a bit finding her keys and putting them into the lock on the door.

" We are not here for donations Ms. Blade. We'd like to ask you a few questions if we may, about a former boss of yours Dominic Johnson. " He watches her, as she fumbles her keys and turns to look at him. "He was found dead in his office at club Angel and well, like I said we would like to ask you a few questions."

She opens the door. "Sure, come on in." She walks in and places the bags on the table as the detectives walk into the apartment and look around. They know who she has been keeping company with and his reputation in the MC, they both look around for John and see he's not there. "Can i get you guys anything to drink?"

"No thank you. We would like for you to come back to Brooklyn, clear up a few loose ends in his death. Can you do that? " They both look at her waiting for an answer.

"Brooklyn? Why can't we just do it here? Am I like being looked at for this or something?"

"Should we be looking at you? Witnesses put you at the club a few nights before his death. Do you want to elaborate on why you would be a the club when you have no business being there?" He crosses his arms in front of him, trying to put a little intimidation on it.

"Listen, I use to work there. I have friends there...my business is my own. Just cause the guy dies doesn't mean I had anything to do with it. Trust me, Dominic made a lot of enemies. The mob was one of them, he owed them a lot of money." She starts to give off a little attitude to them.

The detective walks towards the table, picking up a photo of her and John. "Seems you like to keep company with tough guys, maybe a guy wanting to get even for something for his girlfriend?" He puts the photo down and now Nikki is getting more angry.

"Listen, if your gonna be like this I suggest you get out and leave or arrest me cause this is getting really stupid!"

The detective walks up to her and grabs her by the arm, spinning her around and starts to frisk her. "I think we need to take a ride, have you answer more questions down at the precinct."

"HEY! I better be getting dinner after this I mean after getting felt up like this...you owe me." She smirks back at him as the detective grabs his handcuffs and places it on her. "What the hell am i being arrested for?"

"Murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

"Yea I'm not a retard, i get it but your going to be in trouble cause this is false arrest! And you better let me make my phone call." They spin her around and walk her to the door. She looks around the outside area at the other apartments. "Great, what will my neighbors think."

They get her to the car and put her in the back seat and shut the door behind her.

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"Video Blog....2 days prior"

"So Atwater we meet again and it shouldn't be much of a surprise to anyone because I told you...I warned you that I wasn't going to hide. I wasn't going to lick my wounds or run away. While you like to think in the present because that's all your tiny little brain can comprehend, I like to think long term, big picture. I know that while the loss of that title can sting a little bit, it isn't the end of the war,its just a tiny battle. Bottom line Atwater is that I'm coming for what is rightfully mine and that's the title that you hold. The title that probably doesn't even have its name changed yet on the belt because the wrestling world knows that you wouldn't hold it long enough for this company to dip into its cheap little pockets and get a new name tag for you. Not when they knew the title would be coming back to me."

" I don't care if you've got Hollywood on your side, hell you can bring them all to that ring because I don't give a rats ass about him and I proved on Adrenaline that he shouldn't turn his back on me. The focus though, the main priority though is you Atwater and not so much even you...its that title and I think you know that I'm coming for it and I'm taking it. You might not admit it but in the deepest, darkest parts of your mind, you know that I'm still here. I'm still fighting and I'm going to get the biggest fucking thorn in your side until I get back what is rightfully mine. I'm better than you in every single way and I am gods gift to this business and this company because without me that title wouldn't mean anything and you wouldn't mean anything. That's why I got my rematch so quickly because they know I sell out shows and I put asses in the seat. The fans don't want some G.I. Joe wanna-be as their champion. They want someone like me, someone as good as me and you Atwater are not as good as me. "

"You are a sell out, you are a fraud, you are a fake and you are a phony. I watch you kiss Hollywood's ass and sometimes I wonder how you sleep at night but more importantly I wonder sometimes how you get your head out of his ass when you have it so far deep. You are Hollywood's bitch but when you get in the ring with me....you'll be my bitch."

"That's right, my bitch just like the loser you are! Remember that whole, get back to making you pie and sucking dick comment you made? Yea well you see how well that worked out for you. I'm not going to go quietly into the night Atwater..I'm not going to be this illusion you have as what a woman should be, take a good look in the mirror. That image you portrayed of me is in reality you. The more you make your boss happy...its you that is sucking dick and not me. How does that taste Atwater? You thought that I was going to run and hide to John, tell him to beat you up or take care of my business well look at who's right here, up close and personal and I'm not going to go away. I stand by what I said, I can do anything you can do besides piss standing up. And you said it yourself, getting paid....making the boss happy...who's the hooker now Atwater....you are and Hollywood is your glorified pimp. You do what he says, when he says it...at least I stand by what I say and who I am and I'm in that ring week after week for me, not Hollywood, not John..hell not even for those fans. I do it for me and no one is going to tell me otherwise especially some dick-less wonder like yourself. Remember the name Atwater...cause when I get my title back it's going to be the one name that's going to haunt you for the rest of your life!"

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Later on that evening...

Nikki Blade is seen in one of the interrogation rooms sitting by herself rolling a pen back and forth on the table waiting to see what is going to happen. She knew she didn't do anything to Dominic but she did know what happened to him and who was responsible. If she told the detectives the slime deserved it cause of what he did to her and that John was in the right doing it, they would arrest John in a heartbeat and she didn't want that. She also knew they had nothing to go on, John wasn't careless...he knew how to cover his tracks but what made them come looking for her. As she sat there the door swung open and the two detectives walk in carrying a clip board and the other one had a tape recorder. He placed it on the table and they both sat there and looked at her.

"Can we get you anything to drink, or maybe smoke?" The one detective asked.

"No, I'm fine and besides...smoking is bad for you. Can we get this over with cause you all arrested me for something I had nothing to do with. The guy had lots of enemies and most of them in high places too. Why aren't you barking up their tree instead?" She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Because everything we looked at, points in your direction. How is it that you live 400 miles away but yet someone saw you at the club the night before?" He gives her a stern look and waits for her answer.

"The night before? So your telling me that no one saw me on this supposed murder night but saw me there the night before? Your really a smart Dick Tracy aren't ya?" She chuckles a bit looking at them both, and they aren't laughing.

"Laugh all you want young lady, your in a lot of trouble. Murder here...can get you death row." Trying to scare her into saying what they want but she knew they couldn't.

"Yea...about that. See...even if I did it and I'm not saying I did but when was the last person put to death here in New York? Yea Id die of old age before you got me in any chair so keep trying. You guys have nothing! I don't need to be here, this is bullshit and you know it!" Starting to get upset, the one detective smirks a bit.

"Someone is getting a bit defensive, like shes got something to hide. Maybe a night in lock up will make you think otherwise."

"You can't do that! I did nothing wrong! I can't believe you guys, this guy was a jerk a real bad person and cause he ends up dead you guys decide its time to be Sherlock Holmes and Watson? I want my lawyer. Now, I know you can't ask shit no more once I asked for him so I say get to steppin and call up Matlock and get his ass here now!" Again she looks at them, but this time no smirk...shes angry and they knew it. The two detective get up and walk to the door, leaving the room and her alone. "Son of a bitch!"

A woman cop comes in the room and tells her to stand up and face the wall, again she is being handcuffed which would normally be a good thing when it was John that was doing the cuffs but this, this wasn't fun and she was getting worried. The cop led her out of the room and down the hall to another door. She opened it up and led her down the steps to the holding area. In side she can see others in different cells. The guard opens up the cell and stands back as Nikki walks in and the door slams, making her jump a bit. She turns to the guard..

"Don't I get a phone call?" Nikki asks.

"Not tonight, probably in the morning. Besides it's late...better get some rest you see the judge in the morning." She turns and walks down the hallway as Nikki goes over to the cot, looking down at it, disgusted by it but sits down and then lays down. She's exhausted, laying down as she rolls to face the wall, curling up and using her jacket as a blanket as she closes her eyes.

It was early morning, at least that's what she figures. There is no window so it's hard to tell what time of the day it is. Alone in the single cell, Nikki is laying down on the one cot that's up against the wall, rubbing her eyes still not believing what is happening or hell if John even knows shes gone cause she didn't get to call him or anything yet. She sits up and looks around the cell and across at the other ones where the other girls are still asleep.

"How the hell do I get myself into these messes...seems like trouble always finds me somehow.." She stands up and walks to the wall reading some of the writing on it from previous inmates, Cops suck...Baby was here...down with the system...everything all over the walls. She leans her forehead up against the cold concrete wall, letting out a deep sigh..."How am I getting out of this mess..."

Suddenly Nikki hears a noise, footsteps as the guards walk down the hallway. They are escorting a man in a suit and tie, looking like a million bucks as Micheal Everett walks over to the cell, looking at Nikki Blade behind bars. "Well look at that. What a tangle web we've weaved" he says, giving off a cocky smile.

Nikki knows exactly who that voice belongs to. She rolls her eyes before turning to look over her shoulder back at him. "How is it that you know exactly where I'am...what I'm doing hell...you probably know when I'm scratching my ass for god sakes.." She move away from the wall and heads over to the cell door. Leaning through the bars with her arms and looking at Michael Everett...

"It's ok Nikki....I'm not mad at you. I'm just...a little disappointed" he says with a sarcastic tone. Looking over her cell, seeing how empty it was. Nothing he would ever find himself in.

"Disappointed in me? What the hell did I do? These assholes think I did something to Dominic, not that I wouldn't love to but I didn't do shit to that bastard!" He can see her getting upset, Michael knew exactly when Nikki was lying, she had a way of not looking at him when she but this time, she was looking at him dead in his eyes. "They got me here, asking me questions and hell arrested me cause I was seen at the club the day before...not on the day of the crime."

"So you didn't do it huh?" He looks at her as he ponders over her thoughts. He than looks at the guards. Reaching into his pocket as he pulls out a couple of hundreds to give to each guards, telling them to leave Nikki and him alone for a little bit. They leave as Michael looks back at her. "So than he did?"

"John? No.." Now there it was..the lie. He knew John was responsible for this, hell he would of done the same thing had she come to him for help but she didn't. "I wasn't there. I don't know what happened, or who made it happen." She looks around to make sure the other girls were still sleeping and the guards were not there to listen. "Michael...I don't want to be in this place. John doesn't even know I'm here, he's probably worried or I don't know."

"So what do you want me to do Nikki? Huh?" because time and time again I come to check on you. See how your doing. From one Union member to another, I look out for you. But each time I do and each time I try, it normally ends with us having a back and forth argument and going our separate ways. I try to help Nikki but you typically don't want it. Do you want it this time?" Michael replies to her.

"Michael, I didn't call you. But I'm not going to say I don't need your help. I just, I don't know what to do. I go in front of the judge today, guess they are going to tell me weather or not the charges are going to stand. I'm...I'm scared. I didn't do this! I swear on everything that means anything to me, I didn't kill him!" She looks up at him, he sees the look in her eyes and that she does want his help.

"I know you didn't Nikki. You probably would of loved to like you said earlier. But I know you didn't do it. Jails aren't fun, you know that and lord knows I would never allow myself to end up in a place like this." He walks up, looking at the cell and feeling the sturdy bars as he moves closer to her. "But I'm sure I can pull a few strings. Talk to a few lawyers,get some info on the judge. Money talks a lot more than our legal system does these days and politicians don't realize how corrupt they truly are until the right dollar figure gets thrown in front of them."

"You would do that? Michael, you can't you got to much at stake. I know John will be here, and he can make things happen...I know you think it's cause of him that I'm in this trouble or you think he can't take care of me like you can but trust me...I..." She remembers the night all to clear, the night she told John what Dominic did to her. What he made her do, forced her to do and John was pissed, she knew what he was going to do. " It's my fault...why Dominic's dead."

"And how exactly is it your fault Nikki. Did he tell you it was". His face shows a much more serious expression.

"Who John? He would never say that. John might seem like a hard ass Michael, down to the core mean but he would never blame that thing on me. Blame what he probably did as my fault. You don't get it Michael...no matter how much you think John is bad for me I can think of a hundred reasons why hes good for me." She turns and looks at him as she walks back up to the bars. "John is my rock, he's my spine...he's my reason Michael. I've never really found that place I belong...hell even in the Union I felt like i was on the outside looking in. Here, at PWX...with John...I'm in that inner part I've always wanted to be a part of."

"You're certainly a part of something Nikki, but a criminal record isn't exactly what I'm sure you had in mind". He gives off a small smile before getting back to business. "Still, regardless of who John is, what you believe he is, or what you think he can do for you. He still doesn't have the resources and connections I do. You can take your chances in front of a judge and see how it goes. Or you can say the word and Ill see what I can do in the meantime. That's the least I can do Nikki" he says.

"Can I go home Michael...I wanna go home. I don't want to be in here." Sometimes the little child has a way of showing up. Nikki always tried to be the bad ass, she never wanted anyone to see her fears. It showed she was weak, that she couldn't stand with the big boys. But this was different...this was life or death to her. She didn't want to be here and she knew Michael could do what he said he could.

"Very well Nikki, I will see what I can do and pull a few strings. It won't happen overnight though. So you just need to hold on for a little while longer in here OK? Stay strong and you'll be ok before you know it." he says, trying to assure her.

She nods, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. She moves back to the cot, sitting down wiping a tear from her cheek not wanting to show any weakness what so ever. "I got this..."

"I know you do Nikki. I wouldn't be leaving if I didn't think you did." He signals to the guards, letting them know that he is ready to get going. "Just remember, we might not always see eye to eye but when you need me, you know I have your back."

She nods, giving off a small smile. "I know. Thanks...hurry ok?"

"Sure thing" he smiles back at her as the guards come, escorting Michael out of the cell block. Nikki lays back on the cot, her eyes looking up at the ceiling and that tear that she was holding back finally makes its way down her cheek. Her thoughts are scrambled, this is crazy...Murder? She rolls over with her back to the cell door, tracing her finger tips on the concrete over names that were there before her. She was innocent and she knew it. If there was ever a time she needed Johns reassurance it was now...

"John...I need you..." She closes her eyes as the scene finally fades to black...

[alexanderatwater]

April 21st 2014
Fort Hood, TX, USA
Next Gen Bio Soldier Facility Transport

The past few days had been rather emotional. I hadn’t been given a whole lot of time to explain things to my family. My mother and father certainly wanted answers, but they were answers I couldn’t give. My father understood far more than my mother. Being that he was a marine, he understood the need to keep it buttoned when Uncle Sam asked for you to keep a sock in it. My mother, however, seemed very upset at the prospect of her baby boy going off on what she had in her mind, built up to be an incredibly dangerous mission.

She wasn’t entirely wrong either. The more I had been thinking about this decision I’d made, I realized the ramifications of it. They had given me a bigger run down after I had agreed to my new fate. Advanced nano-tech, brain chips, special weapons and ports in my body… it was all highly unusual and ambitious as hell. The start was just the nano-tech and brain chips. I had been informed that they were going to be starting the process very slowly. That each new piece of equipment was going to be implanted or dispersed, and a year would pass before the next round of adaptations they’d be adding to my equipment. With the nature of these experiments, they’re not sure what’s going to happen to me, so they’re taking it slowly.

It doesn’t leave me a whole lot of comfort as I sit and wait for my transport. Despite the fact that it’s sunny and moderately warm, I’m not very comfortable. Call it nervous energy. I’m restless. Despite the fact that I’m in the wide open, I need air badly. It stood to reason that I was probably marching off to my own death. This could go horribly wrong, but they said I was a genetic match and that I could end up becoming the greatest warrior of all time. Call me crazy, but that seems to be the place to be. And if it fails… I get to leave a pretty corpse. The sound of the engine cut through the noise of the base and snapped me out of my long gaze. My bags were packed and I was ready to go. For better or worse this was a path that I had chosen. I asked for an adventure, and I was damn sure going to get it.

As the black Suburban approached, I could see the General sitting in the front seat. There were a few other men in unidentified suits. And the impression that I got from them was spook all the way. Spooks had a certain look about them. They were business suit wearing vanilla blobs. Most of them were completely forgettable and that was the way they liked it. They were happy to come and go with near anonymity. As they approached, I picked up my bag. The back passenger’s side door swung open as the suburban came to a stop. I threw my bag in and climbed in, smelling the new car scent immediately. Before I had even got my ass in the seat or the door shut, the Suburban started to roll.

“You still want to do this, Private Atwater?” General Prasch asked me

“Yes sir. It wasn’t an easy decisions and I have reservations about it. Nothing great ever gets done without a metric fuck ton of risk though, sir.” I responded.

“That is certainly an accurate assessment of your situation, son.” the General said. “These two gentleman are from DARPA. You know what organization that is?”

“Yes sir , they are an organization charged with defense research, specifically in the technological fields.” I said, giving a sanitized version of what I actually knew. My father had told me a lot more than he probably should have.

“Good, well, they’re going to be handling you for quite some time. You’ll be on a private flight out of Texas with them, and off to Groom Lake you go boy.” General Prasch said to me.

“Sir, Groom Lake? I’m being sent to area 51?” I asked, giving him a cocked eyebrow.

“Yes son, DARPA has a large research facility there. You’re going to be undergoing some procedures.” the General said answering my questions.

“Alex, I’m Mr. Harper, head of Biotics department. We’re looking forward to working with you. You have an amazing genetic structure that is going to allow you to accept all of this technology. It’s remarkable and like no others.” Harper said to me. I could see the glasses, the shrill nasal pitch to his voice. He was a lab dweeb.

“That’s great, Mr. Harper. Spare me the talk up. What’s the real deal here?” I said bluntly, in a way that I wouldn’t talk to the general.

“You are going to be outfitted with nano-tech to help repair your cell structure and completely restore any damage you’ve taken. It takes some time, but you should be feeling perfect within a week or two.” Harper said to me as we pulled off the base and headed to god knows where.

“Yeah, if it works.” I said, showing my skepticism.

I was going to go through with it, because the alternative was to remain in mediocrity and never become something special. At least this had the chance to end with something that could inevitably lead to something major. I didn’t know where I was going to go with this, I just knew they wanted to set me up to be something that many people never got to be. I was going to be the elite of the elite. I was going to be outfitted with all sorts of new technologies that people didn’t have any idea about. And they were going to pay me to do harm to the enemies of my country while they turned me into a demi-god. That was the best case scenario. And the worst, well… that pretty corpse thing comes to mind again.


Super Promo Bonus Time 07: Again?

The cameras come on in the gym. We are greeted to a sight of Alexander Atwater on the bench press pounding out rep after rep. He grunts with each rep and finally racks the bar after about fifteen of them. He sits up and wipes the sweat from his head with a towel and then takes notice of the cameras. He rolls his eyes and gets up from the bench looking at the cameras.

Alexander Atwater: Oh, this is fucking rich. Two weeks ago, the boss gives me the easy week and I get to take down Jason Aries. How’d that this being the week thing work out for you Jason? Guess you’re also waiting on the return of the neck beard. Well… better luck next year. But this week, here we go again. Bitch, are you stupid or do you just have a death wish? The ass whopping that lost you my title a couple of weeks ago wasn’t bad enough? You want it again? Well alright, little lady. Let’s get down to it, bitch. Let’s get down to the cold hard facts of this shit. You’re not better than me. I know you want to think that you scrawny little hooker, but you’re not. I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, faster than you. Do you really think that you’re better than me? Do you really think you’ve got the edge in this match? Or is this one of those things where girls pump themselves up? Because that’s what it seems like to me.

Atwater laughs and tosses the towel to the side.

Alexander Atwater: What, you can do anything. You’re my fucking equal? Let’s see you hit the bench little lady, cuz I just racked up three times your god damn body weight. I just tossed around three of you bitch. But I guess facts are irrelevant. Cuz the topic of the day is the fact that I’m a member of the establishment. Well, fuck you little lady, I’m getting my pay day. You can call me a fraud, you can call me a sell out. You’re damn right I sold out. I sold out every seat in the house in San Antonio. Everyone is talking about me. Everyone is wondering what I’m going to be doing next. No one gives a flying fuck what you’re doing next because we all know it has something to do with you and your knees and getting your face messy. Yeah, it’s funny that because the boss offered me a spot and a raise, I’m sucking his dick. It didn’t have anything to do with that sweet little Flash Kick I laid up under your chin that ended up with you doing what you do best. Ya know, that whole being on your back thing.

Atwater takes a few steps forward towards the cameras

Alexander Atwater: I think it’s funny that you asked me how that sucking dick and making pie thing worked out for me. Because well.. you lost and I have the title you were holding onto… so it worked out fucking lovely Nikki. And it’s going to work out just fine again, because I’m plain better than you. I’m a better wrestler, I’m getting more money, I have a nicer car, I can get a better looking mate, I get a better reaction out of the crowd… because well… I’m fucking awesome and you’re just some halfway hot chick that got her job by being a hooker. So how bout you do the right thing, lay down, get beat, and go back to opening beers and sucking dick. How about you get the facts straight before you go off and say some dumb shit? But that’s what you’re good for, because you’re a fucking woman. Saying some dumb shit. You can do anything better my ass. A woman made liquid paper… which goes great with a man’s invention. ACTUAL PAPER. A woman made windshield wipers, which goes great with another male invention. The fucking car. You weren’t even allowed to vote until a hundred years ago. Shit, you were barely allowed to have a job sixty years ago. And now you’re going to out do me? Yeah, let’s talk biblical terms. Bitch, you’re just a rib. So sit down, shut up, look pretty, get paid, and do the splits for your scumbag boyfriend. My title ain’t going no where sweet cheeks.

Atwater palms the camera and shoves it out of his face, causing it to crash to the floor and the screen to go back.

[nikkiblade]

The scene opens, back in the cell block where Nikki is sitting on the cot staring at the walls waiting for her time to go before the judge. As she sits there the lady cop walks up to the bars and looks in at her.

"You got company again. You like to use both ends of the spectrum don't you?" She looks to her left and there is John walking down the hallway and gets to the cell. He turns and looks at Nikki who sits up straight, happy to see him finally there. He then looks at her guard who just shakes her head and walks away leaving John to talk to Nikki.

"I got this strange phone call telling me my girl was locked up in some cage in Brooklyn...guess they were right." He leans his arms on the bars looking in at her. "Why is it I had to hear it from that pompous jackass Michael Everett and not from you?" His face was really stern as he looked at her.

"I told them I wanted to make a phone call and they wouldn't let me. I don't know what is going on here John but they are hell bent on getting someone on this crap. I didn't say anything...I just kept telling them I wasn't there and they keep saying I was seen there the day before...which is right I was but Dominic didn't even know I was there no one did and he was alive and breathing when I left. These detectives, they kept asking about you too. Commenting on what company I keep and such..." She gets up and walks over to him.

"They wouldn't let you make your call? You are allowed one phone call, those fuckers I swear no matter where I am or what I'm in for, that phone call is right there. They are trying to fuck with you Nikki, they know they don't have shit on you...they are trying to get to me. All these times I've been arrested nothing sticks and I guess they are getting pissed off, so why not try and see what they could get off his lady. Don't worry ok...We got this and your going to be out in time for your match. Which I'm sure is the last thing on your mind." He looks at her, his face lightening up a bit, trying to get her mind of things.

She gets to him and leans in, kissing him through the bars. "Match...yea probably...right now I don't give a shit. What I do give a shit about is being set up on charges I didn't do and that's what it feels like John, they don't want to hear I wasn't there or I know nothing they are digging for something and I think it's you. But you don't have to worry cause I'd never say shit and you know where my loyalty stands and its not with them.."

"I know baby, trust me. You have proven time and time again that you got my back. It's not going unnoticed. I pulled a few strings here and there trying to get this shit tossed and with the help of your Union friend. I think it's safe to say your going to be going home. They got no murder weapon hell they don't even have a motive, so just keep doing what your doing and say nothing, ok?" He smiles at her touching the side of her cheek.

"I will John, just want to go home. Guess I don't seem as tough as I like to portray myself. God if only Hollywood could see me now. I'm sure he would be laughing up a storm at my expense." As they are talking the lady guard comes back to them.

"Time to go, and you young lady...the judge is waiting to see you." She looks at John who nods and gives Nikki a quick wink and leaves heading to the court house. The guard opens the doors to the cell and Nikki walks up to her and she puts the handcuffs on her to take her up to see the judge.

After a little drive down the block they arrive at the district court house and head inside where she is being escorted by the two detectives who arrested her. They go through the doors and into the court room and she is placed right in front of the judge. She looks over her shoulder and sees John on one side of the room and looks around and sees Michael sitting in the back on the other side of the room. She turns and looks back at the bench and the Judge walks out and the officer in the room talks. "All rise, your honor Judge Williams presiding." The people in the room stand then the judge sits and looks at everyone as they sit down.

"Ok so what do we have here today?" He looks over the docket and looks up at the Assistant DA.

"We have Nichole Blade your honor and she was arrested for Murder in the first degree." She says with a very harsh voice and it makes Nikki feel like her heart just jumped into her throat. The Judge looks at Nikki and her lawyer.

"How does your client plead?" The Judge asks.

"Not guilty your honor, if I may the state has yet to prove that my client was even there on the night in question. They are simply grasping straws and arrested the first person that they talked to. Miss Blade had admitted that she was there the night before but the night of the murder she was 400 miles away. Plus your honor, these same detectives have been trying to get her boyfriend on charges for years and getting no where so they try to get the next thing."

The judge looks over at the detectives and then back at Nikki. "Young lady these are serious accusations against you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes I do but I wasn't there and no one is listening to me, I even told them I was some place else and it was falling on deaf ears. I would never do that to anyone no matter how much I hated them but it's not like anyone is listening to me."

The judge looks up and past Nikki, seeing Michael Everett in his court room and Michael nods. Michael has friends in high places and with simple phone calls can get anything done and with John's connections too...the Judge leans back in his chair looking over at the Assistant DA>

"I fail to see that the State has made it's case against Miss Blade, lack of evidence and her alibi..I have no choice but to dismiss this case until further notice. Get some evidence people then come back and see me. Miss Blade...you are free to go."

"Your honor, this is a total lack of justice. Miss Blade had more then enough reasons to Dominic Johnson. She also had the means and the know how to do it. A waitress at the club saw Miss Blade there, she didn't use the front or rear entrance to get in so why was she in his office? She might not of been there when he died but she was there to give him what he needed to make sure the deed was done." The assistant DA glances over at Nikki then back at the judge.

"So your telling me that this woman, snuck into the club through a window, poisoned Mr. Johnson the night prior and the poison took a full 24 hours to take his life? Is that what your telling me Ms. Taylor?" The judge leans on his forearms looking at the ADA. "Cause I'll tell you, Miss Blade set a new standard for murder then. Drug the victim, have enough time to drive or what ever 400 miles away and be in another city when the man expires?"

"No, I mean...she didn't do this alone. We also have evidence and a witness putting that man.." She turns and points to John Ojeda. "At the scene of the crime in the night in question and that person is willing to come forward to make her statement."

"Is this woman here, now?" He looks around the court room then back at the ADA.

"No she is not your honor but she.." The judge cuts her off.

"Get me the evidence, the witness's and the proof then try this case but until then you have no case. CASE DISMISSED!" He slams the gavel down on the desk and Nikki turns looking at John as the officer unlocks the handcuffs. Nikki smiles from ear to ear and turns pushing past her lawyer and right into Johns arms. She is hugging him so tight and sees Michael stand up, nodding at her. She smiles, mouthing to him Thank you and he leaves the court room letting her and John have there moment. She pulls back and looks up at him.

"I wanna go home...ok?" She smiles.

"As you wish. Lets blow this taco stand ...and get you ready for your match." He takes her by the hand and they walk past the two detectives. "Better luck next time assholes."

"Yea keep smiling you prick, your gonna fuck up and were gonna be there to get you when you do. Can't keep coming out smelling like roses and not even your little tramp here is safe from the over flow of your crimes." They look at Nikki who turns giving them a look back.

"Yea keep telling yourselves that. Were outta here." John pulls Nikki with him as they exit the room and heads out to his bike and they ride off together heading back home.

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One never knows just how we can push through difficult times until we are backed into a corner and have to fight. Alexander Atwater knows just how that is when he got into the ring with me. I may have lost that battle but the war still rages on inside me. It amazes me that there are still neanderthals left in this world with their shallow views on what woman are suppose to do and not do. What they can handle and most certainly if they do manage to get up in the world its only cause they either slept there way to the top or talked to the mic if you get my drift. Atwater is a dying breed. A breed that is so hung up on himself and the male dominated business he can't see past his ego to notice that I'm not like anyone he's ever met. I think at times he's very jealous of John too. That John has this very sexy, vibrant and talented woman by his side who can please her man and wear the gold in this company and not depend on anyone for help or protection. A girl that would look at you...and turn away in disgust because you could never have a woman like me in your life. You want a servant...a slave to take care of your every whim and it pisses you off to no end that I can stand here and laugh at you and turn my back to your insults and not give a shit.

You may be stronger...and also bigger then me in that ring but I am one thing your not and that's smarter. I don't have to be your equal to beat you...and I'm glad you admitted the fact that your nothing but a corporate kiss ass. Whether or not you should be proud of the fact that you are a part of the establishment is your own downfall but I don't have to tell you that. Brian will use you till he sees fit, use you to do everything and anything then when hes done with you he will toss you aside like the trash you are and kick you to the curb but hey if that's how you like to be treated, must be a military thing. Use to being told what to do. I mean I could see if you were some war hero or you fought the war on terrorism but your not. Your just some Gomer Pyle in a camo outfit that thinks he is important to national security. My guess...like I said the last time, you couldn't cut it there. Brag all you want about your pay check, if you can look at it and claim it was worth it then more power to you at least I stand by my convictions. I don't claim to be the best in the business nor do I claim that I do it for anyone else but myself. But I do go to that ring, week after fucking week proving to everyone including yourself even though you wont admit it to anyone but yourself that I gave you a run for your money. If you think its fine to be Hollywood's bitch giving him the most expensive head he's ever had I hope your worth the money for his sake. Your a pathetic loser Atwater...everyone can see it hell even Hollywood sees it. He must like getting head from GI Joe or some kind of disgusting fantasy...As far as what I am doing next or the fact that you think no one cares is my business...I'm still the hottest commodity in this business if I wasn't...I wonder why Hollywood thought it would be great to put us back up against one another. Could it be the mere fact that he knows whose better, he knows who sells those tickets and who puts those fans in their seats cause it's not you. No one comes here to see some loser jacked up steroid bastard in that ring. They come here to see me.

I love your references but have you ever thought that without woman...man would cease to exist? That's right...God knew enough that he knew men couldn't do it alone.....without us...all that would of been in the world is Adam...but I guess that suits you fine too. I'm sure a guy like you could adjust...fucking the animals and all...right up your alley. And as far as my scumbag boyfriend...God you wish you were as great as he is...he would never sell out like you and he most certainly wouldn't broadcast all over the PWX universe that he enjoys sucking Hollywood's cock for the cash benefits...so every time you get in that car....look in that mirror and see how that cock looks in your mouth...or maybe your better looking mate wouldn't mind the fact that your both a pitcher and a catcher...hell maybe he's the same way. So what if a man made a car...would you be able to see in the rain or snow without windshield wipers...or what about paper....would you be able to write if not for us? And as far as us voting, that's all well and good at least we can't get blamed for all the losers and idiots that you so called men elected into office...maybe if a woman was in there we wouldn't have jackass after jackass screwing up our beautiful country. Can't blame that on a woman...now can you? Your points are invalid Atwater and so is your talent. The only reason you won is cause Hollywood wanted you too. And yes, I'm going to say it...someone got screwed and it wasn't you. Maybe the ref is giving head too...who knows. Something to think about there Atwater....I mean come on...all those weeks of me holding that title..I beat three guys at once for that title so what makes you think I couldn't beat you all by yourself? No, you were gift wrapped that title. I had you beat, you know it, I know it, the fans know it and most certainly...Hollywood knows it.

This is a huge opportunity for me to shine...yet again and not even you or Hollywood are going to take that from me. That belt belongs to me and i plan on getting it back...you can make all the insults, and the snide remarks about my gender all you want but the bottom line is...I'm smarter then you Atwater...I'm faster than you....I might not have the strength that you have but I can get the job done and there is nothing that neither you...nor Hollywood can do about it. Unless the ref tonight is in his pocket again...and if that's the case, Hollywood better watch his back cause Im not going to come after him with a barb wire bat this time...no I'm going to come at him straight forward and kick the ever loving shit out of him after I beat your ass and the refs. I'm not playing games...I'm not talking to hear myself talk...I'm stating facts so you all better listen very carefully....You want to call me a bitch I say thank you....just call me a Babe...In...Total...Control...of Herself....I know what I want...I know where I'm going and I don't need no man to tell me otherwise....get use to it Atwater....the days of men dominating are over...and I'm just the "Bitch" to do it!

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That night at the arena, Nikki is sitting in the locker room getting ready for her match against Atwater when the door opens up and John walks into the room shutting the door behind him. He walks over to Nikki, sitting across from her on the bench reaching across taking her hand.

"You know, if I thought they would come after you I wouldn't of done it. I didn't think that these fucking cops had such a hard on for me that they would use you to get to me. I'm sorry babe...But the bastard deserved it and now you don't ever have to worry about him or think about that piece of shit again." John looks up at her, smiling and she smiles back.

"Listen, I would never for one second think that you would deliberately get me in trouble or set me up to take some fall for you and your right, Dominic was a piece of shit and I'm glad hes dead. I'm just sorry I couldn't do it and that you had to get your hands dirty..." She lowers her head a little.

He lifts her chin up to make her look at him. " If I didn't think he deserved it, I wouldn't of went there that night ok? How many times have I told you Nik that you don't ever have to worry? That I'm going to take care of things.?

"I know and that's why I wasn't worried while I was sitting in that damn cell. I knew that you would get it taken care of and yea Michael had some part of it too and I just wanted you to know that I never called him. They wouldn't even let me call you. He has this way of finding out things, it's kinda creepy.

"Well he better know his place, your my girl and if he needs me to remind him of that I will gladly do it. Now...get your ass ready for your match. Your getting your title back tonight babe...Atwater got either lucky or Hollywood made it happen that way. I'm gonna head out for a bit, got some stuff to take care of." He stands up, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"See you out there? Just...I don't know. I like it when your out there with me. I know shit wont happen..."

"I'll do my best..." He grins as he walks out the door and the scene fades.

[alexanderatwater]

April 21st 2014
Groom Lake, Nevada, USA
Arrivals/Security

It had taken two hours to get underway, and I had left General Prasch behind with the assurances that I’d be seeing him again in the not too far off future. He was a direct part of my chain of command, and he was a key cog in the project. I was an Army asset after all. And he ‘s the head of Army R&D so I kind of assumed I’d be seeing a lot of him. I hadn’t taken off for this journey uninformed. To his credit, the general allowed me to see the things I wanted to see to make a final decision. He was a man smart enough to know that the gravity of the situation on a human beings life was just as big as the implications it had for national security and our abilities to win wars. I knew I was walking into this to be a pawn, but he had given me sufficient enough answers to make me feel like I was at least the knight of the chess board. The real appeal to this to me was the technology. The idea of them turning me into a technological demi-god was the selling feature to me. They’d be able to boss me around only so long and then once I had my power, they’re would be far fewer negotiating options for them.

I would always do what’s right for my country. Always. I was born in Liberty Hill, Texas. My world is the United States. It’s everything I know and all I really care about knowing. I’m just keenly aware that sometimes people do things that aren’t always in the interest of making the country safer or better. Sometimes it’s about making money. Shit, most of the time it’s about making money. I know they tried to break me and reprogram me, but I never broke. I was always well with it and capable of doing what I needed to do. I’m straight up, as they call it. My eyes drifted over the desert passing by as I looked out of the window. The plane was blank and private. Gulfstream G-5 I think. One of those fancy pants deals that executives fly around in. As we crossed into the air space of Groom Lake, I could see buildings off in the horizon and could feel the plane dipping down towards the earth. I can honestly say I was less worried about the landing as I was the final destination. As we touched the earth again, I could already see people moving. Harper had been across from me chattering the whole time.

And I had barely understood half of what he said, and I’m not exactly stupid. My ASVAP testing had gone greatly. It’s why I’d gotten advanced placement and I assume why they came to me. But this nerd was using technical terms of his industry and I hadn’t been clued in on any of it. But these were the guys that DARPA hired. Dweebs with a bent to kill shit and wreck things. It was okay with me, just so long as I got to be the one doing the killing and wrecking. I could tell that Mr. Harper was excited about this though, and that kind of enthusiasm was contagious. By the end of the flight, most of his cohorts on the plane were almost into the same fervor about me. I was special apparently and that meant that I was going to be getting a lot of attention apparently.

“Come on Alex, we’ve got to take you through security and get you to sign a few things and then, we get to get down to work.” Harper said to me with a big creepy smile on his face.

“Joy, security.” I responded sarcastically

“Are you armed?” Harper asked me.

I snorted with laughter at the question. “Yeah. Always.” I said.

“They probably going to want to confiscate it.” Harper said to me.

“You better make sure that doesn’t happen then, huh O’ King of the Nerds.
I responded, sounding a little bit testy.

“Is it really that important to you, Alex?” Alan Harper asked me.

“Yeah, it’s my only life line if things go sideways and I need to flee.” I responded.

“But why would you need to flee?” Al asked me, clearly not understanding my ingrained instinct to be wary of bullshit. I could see the naivety written all over his face.

“Al, if you have to ask that question, what the hell are you doing working for DARPA?” I asked, bluntly.

“No, Alex, I understand the need to flee if there is an attack, I don’t understand your need to flee from us.” Al said in his nasally voice.

“I don’t run when there’s an external attack, Al. I pound it into dust. When there’s an internal threat, probably better to bolt.” I responded as we headed for the front of the plane.

“You’re being paranoid Alex.” Al said.

“You work for DARPA, Al… paranoia isn’t a bad word.” I responded.

He had to concede the point. The nature of the business we were in was paranoia. His about trade secrets and espionage. Mine was a little more simple than that. I just needed to know who was going to try to kill me so I could kill them first. That’s the way it works in my world. Kill or be killed. I’m a soldier. I’m a warrior. It’s what I was raised to be. I’ll be happy if I die in battle. As we descended down the stairs and out onto the tarmac, I was greeted by a warm dry air and the slight breeze and dusty sight of the desert base at Groom Lake. I was officially on the grounds of the place of legends and conspiracy theory fodder for all eternity.

I could already see the armed soldiers moving forward and they looked like they were all business. I could tell just by looking at them that they had been special forces. High level special forces. They weren’t just any Navy Seals. They were the best of the best. They carried themselves in a different way and it was noticeable by anyone and everyone. As they approached, I could Harper getting between me and them. He was already starting to ramble quickly and pointed towards the building. I wasn’t paying attention to that. My attention was shifting around from side to side, taking in the landscape. I was counting security cameras, potential escape routes, calculating chances of resistance… and the permutations I was coming up with told me I was pretty much smack in the middle of Fuckedville.

“I don’t care Dr. Harper, he doesn’t enter with a weapon.” The guard officer said.

“This is my facility, damn it! Get your captain out here now” Harper snapped at the young officer. He had some guts for talking to him that way, that’s for damn sure.

“Mr. Harper, calm down please.” I said, as I turned my attention to the guard standing watch and his not so look a like twin standing next to him. They were already raising their HK416s, and getting that kill everything look. “Easy there fellas. This is about my sidearm isn’t it?”

“Yes sir, please get on your knees and we will strip it from you.” The guard said, his friend getting my head lined up in his holographic sights.

“With all due respect, sir, I would rather not. I want you to understand that I pose no threat to you, or yours. They’re about to go experiment on me with new technology that could kill me. And I’m walking in like a good crash test dummy.” I said, trying to disarm him with a smile and the truth. “If you were in my shoes… would you want to be naked?”

I could see the wheels were turning, and the other one started to loosen his grip on his assault rifle. “Could you please do what my hostile little dweeb here asked for so rudely, and get your watch Captain. I’m sure we can work this out peacefully. Apparently I’m a high value asset, guys. I said.

That was all that was needed. Goon number two still had his rifle trained on me, but the other was on the radio, and that was what was needed. Number two wasn’t about to pull the trigger, but I could see his finger near the safety. That wasn’t what I needed, but I understood their paranoia. They weren’t about to let anyone that wasn’t authorized to have a weapon, to have one. I looked at them and smiled as the Captain emerged from the guard shack about fifty yards away. He was marching down and he didn’t exactly look happy. When he was within ear shot, he started to let everyone know what was on his mind.

“Just what in the fuck is going on here?” the Captain shouted.

“They want us to let this HVA through with his side arm.” the grunt responded.

“For fucks sake Kyle, didn’t I tell you there was a DARPA asset coming in and to leave him the hell alone?” the Captain said.

“Yeah Kyle, didn’t he tell you to leave me the hell alone.” I said mockingly, getting a laugh out of the other guard dog and Al.

That’s when I felt the sharp sting of an open hand cracking off the back of my head. I turned and looked to see the captain standing there staring eye to eye with me and looking rather unhappy. “Shut up and don’t be smart or I’ll let him put the gun down and whip your ass.”

“Sir, with all due respect, your guard dog there couldn’t whip my ass if he tried for a hundred years.” I said with a laugh.

“I said, don’t be smart, son. I’m not going to warn you again.” the Captain said, forcefully, narrowing his blue eyes on me.

“I wasn’t being smart. I will send him to the medics if he tries me in hand to hand combat sir.” I responded just as seriously.

“Three rules on my base, son. Don’t discharge your weapon without a damn good reason, stay out of areas you don’t have clearance to be in, and any journeys off site have to be cleared.” He said.

”Not a problem sir.” I said, looking at Dr. Harper. He wanted to leave and get started and I went forward with him after the exchanged. The Captain seemed like he was reasonable enough. I got the feeling that he and I would be seeing each other before too long. I never played by the rules well, and my curiosity would usually get the better of me, so I figure that I’ll end up in trouble at some point.


Super Promo Bonus Time 09: Smashed

I love how facts are always ignored when women decide to argue.

Too bad I learned a long time ago how to handle a woman and her nonsensical arguments. They’re called facts and figures. You can say I suck Hollywood’s cock all you want. It’s not true. Maybe, just maybe, Brian Hollywood was smart enough to scout a winner when he saw one and backed the right horse in the race. I mean, he does own the company. He does sign the checks. So if he wants me to go whip someone’s ass and he’s going to pay me tens of thousands of dollars a pop to go on and do it, then you’re damn right I’m going to do it. I’m making six figures this year. That’s pretty god damn good money for a kid that grew up in Liberty Hill, Texas. Right, Nikki… where the fuck are we? We aren’t your little shit hole of Brooklyn. We’re here in the Lone Star state. Hours from where I grew up. My friends and family are going to be sitting in the stands. They’re going to be quite happy to see me get in the ring and do what I do best. They’re going to be quite happy to see you go down in a flaming heap again. They’re going to be quite happy that I whooped your ass for being the mouthy little cunt you are.

You said you took me to the limit, but the reality is… you didn’t take me to the limit. You got taken to your limit and then some. Right? That was the case. I mean, the twelve pounds of gold hanging over my shoulder sure as shit says I’m better than you in the ring. The fact that you’re the challenger and I’m the champion says I’m better than you. The bruises on your body that are still probably not gone say a lot about what the running score is between the two of us. And for the record, in case that flash kick scrambled your brain… it’s Alex One… Nikki Nothing. And at the end of Adrenaline, it’s going to be Alex two… Nikki nothing. It’s going to be the establishment walking all over one of you peons that thinks you can resist the will of those in power. You can try to fight it all you want, but we’ve got the resources and means to make you bend to our will. I have no concerns about my safety. But you should have tons of concerns about yours. You should be very worried that I’m a member of the Establishment, because that means I can make things happen that you don’t want to happen.

Like I can ask the boss if he wants to put your man in a gauntlet match the week before he has to deal with Adam Stryker so he’s beat and has to defend his title at half capacity. Or I could have you booked in humiliating matches that the girls have to strip all your clothes off to win. Oh wait… that wouldn’t embarrass you too much. I’m sorry, it totally slipped my mind that you’re a trashy biker slut. You’re totally used to that, because your boyfriend probably makes you do mud wrestling matches in the back yard for his buddies to hoot and holler over. They play the banjo and drink moonshine too, sweetcheeks? Oh, I know, they do a bunch of crystal meth and beat you stupid for not making sure their beers aren’t above forty five degrees. Let me guess, does he let you wash his bike too at the bike rallies? Yeah, because that’s what you’re good for. That’s what I’m really scared of. A girl that’s half my size, that I’ve already got the book on how to beat. That’s what I need to be scared of.

I don’t give a shit if you’re still fighting the war. You’re losing the war. You can fight and fight all you want, but eventually you’re just like the mouse trying to escape the snake that’s wrapped around it. Each time you squirm and try to get away and let out a breath of air, I squeeze tighter and make it so you can’t get the next. That match where I took this title away from you was just the start in a long process of retaliation for the strikes you’ve all made at the establishment. I took your title. I’m going to make sure Codair loses his. And then the winner of the main event at the Pay Per View is going to end up getting his head knocked clean off his shoulders by whoever the boss chooses to send after whoever is champ. And chances are, it won’t be your loser ass man. You’re not getting the Next Gen title back. You’re not even going to come close. I’m going to do exactly what I did last time, and that’s take you down a fucking peg. That’s send you back to the locker room wondering how you’re going to make your man happy to get out of the fact that you fucking lost again.

Keep talking your bullshit about me and the boss. Keep talking your bullshit that I got lucky to beat you. Cuz I’m going to keep talking the real shit of the fact that I’m going to kick your fucking ass. I’m going to hit you and I’m not going to stop hitting you until the world goes black and you don’t know your own name. I’m going set you up and then you’re going to eat the heel of my foot. The crowd is going to boo and the ref is going to count three. That’s how it goes bitch. Don’t give a fuck what the big apple gutter slut has to say about it. This is Texas, bitch. We’re in San Antonio and I’m going to show you what boys from the Lone Star state do when someone tests them. So get your gear bitch. Sign your papers and get yourself your ticket and your go bag. Because I’m sending you on a trip. I’m going to knock you stupid and then you’re going to hear the call. You’re going to hear and feel what it’s like when Oblivion Beckons!