| Queen of Sin vs. Queen of Sin: Sabra Nikolayev vs. Vannah White | |
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| Bobbie Hearst | Nov 18 2012, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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Sabra Nikolayev (SCW) vs. Vannah White (FA) 2 rp limit Deadline: Thursday December 13th at 11:59 EST |
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| Sabra | Dec 12 2012, 07:19 PM Post #2 |
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Свое́й те́ни не обго́нишь. You can't move faster than your shadow. == October 2012 Las Vegas, Nevada Legacy PPV, Queen of Sin Battle Royal
I eliminated five people in that match, more than any other entrant, more than the winner herself did. I found it hilarious somewhere inside myself that it had not even been she that eliminated me from the competition, but another friend of mine, Natalie Burrows. Clever girl. Unlike what people surely expected of me, I did not rant about what happened, nor did I pitch a bitch that I did not win this particular battle royal. I congratulated all involved for wrestling their hearts out, made sure too that Natalie knew I had no hard feelings for what had happened. Then I went on and wrestled what was one of the most brutal matches of my career to date against one of my dearest friends, knocking her out and brutalizing her because Dorling did not think I would go that far rather than utter “I Quit”. He was wrong. He was wrong because he has never been the best judge of human character, and he failed to listen to what both Jo and I had to say. At the end, disturbed by what she and I did to each other in that ring and out of it, when she lay on the mat unable to move or respond he signaled the referee to call the match over. I retained my title, and Dorling … felt the wrath of both Jo and I over it. It did not sit right with either of us that in his grandstanding he would make a match like this to begin with, to punish me … and then fail to follow through because we performed beyond his narrow expectations. He should have listened to us. Jo, proud of her wrestling heritage and wanting to step out from the legendary shadow of her sister Valerie Lamb. Me, who had sworn before the whole world that I would rather die than fail Gryphon in this. We meant every word. == shatter verb 1) Break or cause to break suddenly and violently into pieces. 2) Damage or destroy (something abstract): "the crisis will shatter their confidence". synonyms smash - break - crush - destroy - crash - wreck - shiver == Sunday, December 9th Las Vegas, Nevada Backstage, The Luxor Hotel and Casino, No Limit PPV "Stick to the plan, Sabra; our plans haven't changed. Stay calm, stay focused, and do what you do best." "I will." == “And this is the place the world begins and ends again No secrets left to find, no seven deadly sins This world that we have wasted, has kept us very well When science now is sacred, who will save us from ourselves? ” Strange World - HIM == Wednesday, December 12th Las Vegas, Nevada It was far too cold even where I was to move to an outdoor location to film, and even now all these years removed from Russia I do not like the cold. So I had chosen a small indoor garden that even this time of year held many examples of blooming flowers from around the world. Exotic flora to serve as a backdrop for my own beauty, and though I am not a vain woman I am aware of how I look and how others see me. These past few weeks had been difficult at best for me. I had lost a friend with the passing of Kaitlynn Stryfe, and it might be true that I would have been better served taking a few days off rather than throwing myself into work, into wrestling extra matches like this one and the match at the Winter House show for Phoenix Wrestling where I had faced Masaru Inoue. Let alone the things I must do for Sin City Wrestling, the last of which had been my appearance on the No Limit Pay-Per-View where I had to face Extream and Jo McFarlane for the United title that had been my career focus since July. But all that activity did not remove the things that were keeping me distracted, making me feel shattered. The one thing that enabled me to keep it together was the ring, right now. So I put myself through this despite my friends and family telling me to slow down. That there would always be time. But they did not know everything, not yet. Not yet. I was wearing one of my usual hoodies, this one my very own Queen of Sin design with NIKOLAYEV across the shoulders, over a simple pair of Replay blue jeans and black lace up sneakers. I'd let myself stay subdued with how I dressed, even with just pulling my hair back into a simple ponytail and then flipping it under to create a quietly elegant chignon. My dark eyes watched as the cameraman readied himself and when I got the signal I began to speak, firmly and quietly as my fingers ran over the petals of a vibrantly soft purple hydrangea, one of my favorite flowers of all. "My name is Sasha Valentinovich Nikolayev, if you go by my initial birth certificate, though my mother did me one favor and made sure that in the official records that my first name is listed as Sabra. That is the name I choose to keep for myself and the one most of you know me by. I have certainly come a long way from a girl in Vladivostok who had no idea what to do for herself but knew she had no choice but to get out. That is the way of things, that we should if we are strong enough make our future and destiny something that we shape with our own two hands. That is the reason I am standing here before this camera as I have so many times, but I am stripping myself bare in the telling of this. Not literally, though I am sure that the marks would drool about it if I were to do so! But what I am saying is this. With me, there is no artifice. I wear no masks or pretend to be something I am not. I tell you all I am a superior wrestler, and each time I get in the ring I prove myself all over again. There are those that would say things about me before facing me that are simply not true. They would wish to belittle me and what I have done for a myriad of reasons. Those range from the fact I am Russian born right down to the simple matter of my being a woman. No matter why they choose to do so, they overlook me, the sum of what I am and what I have continually proven, trying to make me less because they cannot feel superior unless they do so. My opponent for this match however, is not such a person. Vannah White has shown me respect, and I will do no less for her. She is the Queen of Sin for 2012, and she wrestled a remarkable match to gain that title. I will not stand here and tear down her accomplishment, nor will I try to make her less simply because she has now what I had last year. We are both better than that. Visonary Wrestling Incorporated has given us a rare opportunity here. In its very first show, Showcase Zero at Madison Square Garden, you will all be privileged to see something rare, something that is never likely to happen again. You will see a pure wrestling match, a dream match with no stipulations and baggage, two women who have done amazing things going head to head in the middle of the ring to see which of them is destined to defeat the other. You will get to see the Queen of Sin vs the Queen of Sin, and you should be excited by this. On a show like this so full of dream matches and the top talent of the wrestling world, a match like ours could easily be overlooked. On a show where Doug E. Fresh and Kurt Noble will face off in a Hell in a Cell match, who could blame the fans for that? Me. I can and will. Vannah and I deserve every ounce of spotlight, every moment in that ring where we show what we can do. I will do what I always do and bring it all to the ring, win or lose. I will give everything in me to make sure that when it is all said and done, when people talk about Showcase Zero while they will marvel at those other matches when they talk about pure wrestling that the names they speak of will be ours. Nikolayev and White. I expect absolutely no less from Vannah and will expect nothing less than her very best. Vannah what I want from you is for you to rise above. Rise up over everything that you have ever done in a wrestling ring, rise up from the things that have gone against you in your life. Come and give me your best, give me better than that, more than even you think you are capable of. Do that, and win or lose you will have cemented your spot in wrestling history. You will prove that what you did in that battle royal was no mere singular occurrence, no mere 'one good night' out of a hundred bad ones. I believe you can do this. The question I suppose now, is do you believe you can? I cannot make you see in yourself what I see in you. I do not doubt my own abilities to deliver or I would not stand up here so bold and make these declarations.” I took up a few of the petals that had shaken loose from the flower I had been toying with, putting them flat on my palm and blowing a kiss over them, sending them spiraling out of my hand to be caught in the forced air from the vent overhead that helped keep this place at one level temperature. "We are like these petals, Vannah. We blossom and glow with beauty, we shine in this business where so much is dark and hidden. Our methods may differ vastly, but in the sea of so many bleached blond Barbie bimbos we are the exotic gems that cannot be forgotten. I am not always considered to be a good person when it comes to that ring. I work hard, but I work stiff. I am not afraid to voice my opinion nor will I ever back down. There are those that would speak down to me because I have affiliated myself with Doug E. Fresh and his Sinistry. There are those that say I am brainwashed because of this, as if I had no choice in the matter but to fall to his charisma and dogma. They do not know me, that say these things. I follow the Litany of Violence as taught to me by the Great American Nightmare, Gryphon. I follow the ideal that respect in this business should be earned and that those that do earn it deserve every ounce of that. Doug too preaches respect, and I wonder why it is that people find that so very repugnant. Be respectable if you wish to be respected. I will do what must be done in that ring. I will do what I always do. You will not hear me lie before this match and say I will annihilate Vannah, that there is no way she can stand against the Legacy of Violence. Vannah earned her respect when she became the Queen of Sin for 2012 and I will let none of you forget that. What she does with it, I look forward to seeing. Will she be able to do what I did? Time will tell.” I straightened up and began to walk past the camera, a slight smile still hovering on my lips just at the corners. "Soon, Vannah. Soon. Madison Square Garden will host a fight of royal proportions, a Queen versus a Queen. Until then, I say only one more thing about this.” I paused at the door to the little indoor paradise and looked back over my shoulder, lifting my free hand to blow one final kiss to the camera, to Vannah, and one man in particular that I knew was watching. The one that held my heart in his two hands. "Believe the hype.” I pushed through that door then, and let the camera focus down to where those petals had fallen to lie so colorfully on the stark floor. FIN |
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| Vannah White | Dec 13 2012, 09:33 PM Post #3 |
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The Last Dance She's vulnerable, she's exposed. She's hates this, she knows. Her pain? It flows. Her hatred? It grows. She has it. They want it. They take it. She fakes it. Let's face it... She's naked. ''I'll be seeing you next week...'' her client mumbled as he tussled with the button on his jeans. ''No, no you won't.'' With her bare back turned to him she could hardly wait for his exit - counting a large portion of the mans paycheck with a great deal of contempt. She stuffed the money with little care into a large glass jar and for what it was worth, the jar was now full. She quickly redressed as if she had a right to be uncomfortable in her own skin and held the jar tightly to her body on her way out of the VIP room. ''Ugh!'' A stripper rolled her eyes after Vannah White walked right into her. ''Watch where your going you fucking slut.'' Vannah White could only give her a nod of the head in sympathy of her own self hatred. After all - she knew what it was like. ''Hey girl!'' Her friend DeMonica greeted her holding the hand of one of her clients on their way to the VIP room. ''What's up?'' ''Oh, nothing mate!'' Vannah was a horrible liar. ''What's up with the jar of cash then?'' ''Oh, this little thing right here?'' Vannah asked as she tried to hide it further out of view. ''Lunch money, it's amazing how it all adds up when you save allowance money from mum and dad!'' ''You're so full of shit, Vannah.'' DeMonica said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. ''What's the deal?'' Vannah looked over DeMonica's shoulder at the impatient client before pulling her aside with apprehension. ''Alright, look. I'm thinking about going back to the United States for a real wrestling training camp. You know, where I can focus on my craft full time.'' ''Get real, girl.'' Demonica encouraged. ''You went over there and won that Queen of Sin deal and all you came back with was a crown. They made you believe that winning that match would change your life but yet your still here, Vannah.'' ''Can you guys hurry this up?'' The client in the background whined. ''I know but if I can beat Sabra Nikolayev one more time maybe my luck will change. I have no other choice, DeMonica. I am better than this.'' ''So you've already made up your mind?'' DeMonica asked. ''Well, I already booked the flight to Los Angles California so that would be a rather generous assumption.'' ''And you didn't think it was a good idea to tell me first?'' DeMonica crossed her arms. ''What type of friend are you?'' ''A lousy one?'' Vannah adlibs. ''Look Dee, I didn't mean anything by it. I just knew if I told you beforehand you'd probably be able to talk me out of it.'' ''Hunny, that's what you call the voice of reason.'' The two shared a laugh while the client rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath. ''Is this the part where you two make out now?'' ''Los Angles, huh?'' DeMonica continued. ''I have heard stories about that place and it's never been anything nice. Plenty of girls chasing that Holly Wood dream lose it all and end up here, it makes for some great business. That place will chew you up and then spit you the fuck out right onto the boulevard like you were nothing. There's a reason why Lester Only is one of their idols there and it isn't because he's a humanitarian, Vannah.'' ''What?'' Vannah was offended. ''You don't think I am tough enough to survive Los Angles? I may not be the next big thing but I am sure I can hold my own, dee.'' DeMonica snapped her fingers and flicked her hair. ''Girl, I am saying you are too real for Los Angles. Shit, I'm too real for Los Angles!'' ''You know, I was going to invite you along...'' Vannah noted. ''Psh, get real. You know if I got on that plane by the time we landed I'd be looking to whip some glutes and rip a weave straight from ho's head. What's that bitches name you were talking about?'' ''Sabra?'' ''Yeah, that ho can get it too!'' DeMonica said feeling hyped up and ready for a scrap. ''Shit, don't get me started.'' ''Aw, Sabra is so sweet! I love her. Her hair is so long and pretty and all natural! Like, I really just want to play with it all day!'' DeMonica raised an eyebrow. ''See, this is the type of shit I am talking about. There's not enough room for everyone at the top, Vannah. You need to this Sabra bitch as an enemy, someone who is trying to take food of your table and you need to beat that ass accordingly.'' ''I think your being a wee bit harsh, Dee.'' ''Come on say it with me!'' DeMonica urged. ''I am going to whip Sabra's ass!'' ''I am not going to say that!'' ''You scared? Come on, say it.'' ''I am going to... no! I am not going to say that!'' ''Why?'' ''It's SO mean!'' DeMonica rolled her eyes. She couldn't get it out of her. ''Am I going to see some fucking titties or what?'' The client was again chimed in. This time - DeMonica snapped. ''WILL YOU GRAB YOUR DICK AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!? GOD DAMN IT, N*GGUH!'' Vannah White took a step back as the client respectfully nodded his head and held his tongue - he seems to enjoy that kind of thing. Weirdo. ''Where we we?'' DeMonica inquired. ''I was just on my way out...'' Vannah said taking a step past DeMonica who reached out and grabbed her by the arm. ''Vannah if you leave this place again - the boss may never let you come running back.'' DeMonica fear mongered. ''Dee, I won't be running back. I am soaring. Like a bird, I'm flying. And when I hit the very top, I'll throw a rope down and sit beside you.'' The two shared a warm embrace and whispered their parting goodbyes. Before Vannah left, she told DeMonica that she loved her. She didn't truly know what love was but she heard the word used enough in the right context and was able to apply to the correct application, herself. As Vannah walked away, DeMonica's client spoke up. ''Your friend - do you really think she's leaving this place for good? ''No, she'll be back. They always come back.'' Vannah White stepped outside the strip club clutching her jar of cash tightly, as she walked towards the vicinity as quickly as he could motivated by her paranoia of being stabbed, robbed or raped. You couldn't begin to fathom her response when a man emerged from the shadow of the night. ''Hey, Vannah.'' The voice boomed startling Vannah White as her body tensed up and her face turned a pale shade of grey. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.'' ''Oh, gee thanks mate - you know for your best effort and all!'' Her sarcasm showed. ''What in the world are you doing here?'' ''I wanted to talk about... business?'' The man explained. The man went by the name of Victor Snypes. A former small time indy wrestler whom had a short career before breaking into the bushiness as a promoter. He had recently began contract negotiations with Vannah White for her to wrestle in his local promotion full time in the State of California. It wouldn't pay much but it'd be enough to support herself and allow her to get a high heel in the door. ''Um, okay?'' Vannah White started. ''Are you sure we can't do this tomorrow? We have quite a long flight to L.A and I could really use some sleep.'' ''How about we talk now and you just sleep on the plane?'' Eh, how could she possibly argue with that? The bitter cold gave Victor Snypes the perfect alibi to walk Vannah White back to her car. The two slipped inside the vehicle and Vannah fiddled with her half working car heater in need of repair. ''So, how do you feel about this new chapter in life? I know this is a pretty big move for you but I know it's going to work out wonderfully for your career. To be honest, I don't know how nobody else have picked a talent like you up.'' ''Well, that's a long story...'' ''And I got the time, Vannah.'' Vannah couldn't help but smile. ''There's this guy, a friend of mine... his name is Lester Only and you've probably heard of him.'' ''No, not really.'' Vannah White raised an eyebrow and thought to herself - who doesn't know Level-One? He's only one of the biggest names in professional wrestling. ''Level-One?'' Vannah furthered. ''Oh, right. It rings a bell...'' Victor Snypes nodded his head and smiled. ''Go on.'' ''Anyways, I met him at the strip club. He was running girls of his own for an underground fight club he used to own and needed someone to lord over his girls. I don't know why he chose me but he did and I worked with him a few months before I became his personal secretary.'' ''Did you have sex with him?'' Victor Snypes asked. ''Uh, no?'' Vannah replied. ''We became good mates though and he trusted me with everything including his entry into the Extreme Tournament 2011. I had always wanted to be a wrestler, I wanted to do something special with my life. Lester, his heart wasn't it and truly thought I was doing him a favor when I took his spot. In short, he flipped out. He fired me and worse yet, I couldn't even win the damn thing and wasted his spot. I let him down. I lost it. I lost it all. He gave me a chance to turn my life around and fucked it all away.'' ''Then what?'' Vannah sighed. ''He lobbied to get me black listed from any decent professional wrestling promotion in the country - he took his case all the way to the sports comission stating that my lack of professional training in the art meant that I was a liability to others. His case was turned down but the damage was already done. I haven't received a single full time contract offer from any federation since, they don't want to make an enemy out of him or the Sindicate.'' Victor put a hand on her shoulder. ''Luckily for you this is going to be a new chapter in your life and you can leave the past in the past. And hey, at least you learned from your mistakes right?'' ''Right...'' Vannah noted as his hand ran down her arm. ''I just want to thank you for the opportunity, I certainly learned how to appreciate those.'' Victor Snypes closed his eyes and pressed his lips against hers as she turned her head and pushed her away. ''What the fuck are you doing!?'' She hissed. ''I thought you just said you learned how to appreciate an opportunity?'' Victor replied before going in for another blocked kiss. ''Are you serious? You're a high paid escort. There's no need to play hard to get, baby...'' ''You asshole!'' Vannah White cried. ''You think I am some slag who's going to sleep with you because you run a wrestling promotion!?'' ''Yes.'' He replied as he covered her mouth. ''What? Did you think I paid for your trip to Holly Wood out of pocket expecting nothing in return? The world doesn't work like that, Vannah. You led me on, Vannah. Please, don't fuck another opportunity you've been given up - your just about all out of chances, sweetheart.'' His hand slid up her leg but before it was under her skirt she scratched at his eyes. She reached for the lock on her car door and shoved it open. Grabbing her glass jar she fell out the vehicle and onto the concrete. Victor roared as he sprawled across the drivers seat half way out the door only to have it slammed shut in his face - his head cracking the window causing a rather ghastly sight. ''Oh and just for the record, mate?'' Vannah taunted. ''I'm a fucking stripper not a prostitute...'' There was no time to file another police report, she still had a flight to catch. The next day, Vannah White arrived at the airport sporting a few bruises as a result of her encounter with the shady wrestling promoter the night before. Alone, she pulled up her computer and hit the internet and did more information on Victor Snypes and his wrestling promotion. She found out he was never really a promoter and his wrestling promotion was nothing more then a front group for something much sinister. He had several warrants out for his arrest for sexual assault and a forum with several different women shared their stories with each other as heart breaking as they were. You'd be happy to know that Victor Snypes is now behind bars facing hard time but the empty seat beside her was a cold reminder that she could never really trust anybody, it's her against the world and the concept of tag team is nothing more then a silly novelty act. At the airport waiting for her plane she reached into her carry on bag and pulled out her most prized possession; the queen of sin crown. Though, this time her eyes didn't light up. In fact, they were as dead as they had ever been. She threw the crown down onto the ground and stomped on it - the weight of her anger was too much for her crown and she broke it right in half. As shocking at it was - what she whispered under her breath would have one scratching at their own scalp, digging, tearing at flesh if only for an answer. ''This isn't a kings world anymore.'' Por ti This is for you, Sabra. If it wasn't for you Sabra, I wouldn't be here today. The cynics can call me a fake and question my sincerity and I can totally comprehend it. In this world we live in - humility is an unpopular trait worthy of scrutiny but perhaps the cynics have caught themselves admiring their own reflection for far too long that they can no longer realize something real when they see it. I am real. Sabra, you are real. You inspire me. You are my role model. For you to embrace defeat like you did - showed the world more about you as a person then if you would've beautifully basked in the aura of victory. The first thing you did was congratulate me - it was at that very moment that I realized we had a bond that could never be broken. Never. No matter what, Sabra. For you, the queen of sin crown is just one of many of your grand accomplishments. For me? It's all I really have, Sabra. Irregardless, it's something that we now share together. Even in the amidst of all the negativity surrounding this match up, we still haven't lost ourselves. We still haven't given the filthy king makers the dirty cat fight they want. And Sabra? We wont. For you, I almost didn't accept this match. We both know why they wanted it. The kings wanted the queens to battle it out over a crown - a crown that is now broken. I broke that crown not out of disrespect but in the name of revolting. They sold this match on the connotations of the queen of sin label - rather then on the merit of our names. Sabra, you aren't to be defined by such labels. You are better than that. We are better than that. When I hear the name Sabra Nikolayev I don't think of the Original Queen of Sin... I think of one of the - if not thee greatest female singles wrestlers to ever step out of a pair of high heels and right into a wrestling ring. For you, I accepted this match. Sabra - when I won the Queen of Sin match I couldn't help but think that I got lucky. I couldn't help but think maybe Sabra was just having a bad night and that maybe the entire thing was just a very realistic dream but then I felt the aches and pains the next day and knew that couldn't possibly be it. Since then, I felt I owe you this. I felt I owe you a chance to correct one big mistake once and for all. And if you can't? Then, maybe there's more to it - maybe there's something actually more to me and in that case, I thank you for my freedom. For you, I'll be completely honest. I still question if I even made the right choice. I don't think the world understands how truly talented you are and maybe ironically enough, I am not exactly helping your cause but I digress. The point is, I feel as if I didn't accept this match - maybe Visionary Wrestling would have the foresight to see the headlines in which you truly belong. I can't help but think that I am holding you back, Sabra. You should be in ring with the likes of Doug E. Fresh and Kurt Noble for you, you are a triple threat. For you, I must clarify that when I stomped on your promotions crown I truly meant no disrespect to you or the SCW. Maybe my anger could have been better placed but I am sick of watching women like you - women like us - treated like second rate citizens in our own backyards. While I thank SCW for the opportunity, I realized that the match we are known for winning promotes exactly what we should be standing against, Sabra. We need not to be defined by our own divisions or their sleazy gimmicks but rather as talented women who can and WILL compete on the level of the men, period. If it wasn't for you, I would've politely declined this invitation. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have even gotten one. What I do know is this - win, lose or draw, I hope I never have to face you again. You are more then a worthy challenger but there are many more men and women - ladies like us must humble. After all this world is overrun by bullies and power hungry tyrants to where the overton window has shifted so far to the point where cheering on egotistical self described ''anti - heroes'' have become our only alternative to outright cheering the villains! Hun, this business is soooo far gone. Sabra for you, I am going to give you the match of your life. I will show you that all the blood, all the sweat and all the tears you have cried over the years in the ring doesn't and won't end with you and that one day you'll be able to retire knowing that the sport you love has been left behind in the right hands - hands that will help mold and build rather then constrict and destroy. For you, you can step away from it all today and be the best to ever do it but I can't say the same for myself. I know it isn't going to be easy but I learned that beating you isn't impossible, either. I am not entitled, I don't deserve it anymore then you do and I know it's not a forgone conclusion - after all, you're still wearing that pretty crown... Sabra, I want something for me. |
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