Back and Better Than Ever!

Nikolette bobbed on her heels backstage. It had been a long time since she had been under the bright lights of the AFW arena. After she was medically cleared from her concussion, she had a lot to think about and she knew she had to come back even stronger than before. There were a lot of people who she had to deal with in the AFW and she wouldn't return until she felt one-hundred percent confident mentally and physically.

But now she was ready and when she heard her music play over the arena, she took one last deep breath and pushed the construction helmet over her face. Then, she was on!

Nikolette came down with her head held low, trying to obscure her face. People wouldn't be able to tell who she was unless they were really trying to look. Though her old entrance theme might give it away, she was only trying to hide a little bit.

She walked coolly to the ring and stepped up the chrome steps in her big boots. She was dressed in overalls that were pulled off at the top and wrapped around her waist. She wore work gloves and a white sports bra with blue trim.

She leaned over and grabbed a microphone and then stepped to the middle of the ring, keeping her head low. "How y'all doin?" She said, smiling quietly. She received a mostly tepid reaction. "Maybe y'all don't know who I am. Maybe some of ya have figured it out. It don't matter who I was, but my name's Nikolette Tessla. I'm a wrestler here in the AFW. Or, at least I was until a girl named Angel put me outta commission. Now... ya think I might be pretty infuriated 'bout that and I tell ya, I ain't too thrilled. However, I ain't here ta talk about Angel. One day she's gonna get hers and I'll be the one ta do it but if there's one thing she proved, somewhere, somehow a gap formed between the two of us and I don't think I'm good enough to take her on yet." It was hard for her to say but it was the truth. "We're one an one now and when we have our rubber match, I'm gonna make sure that even if she wins, she'll have ta crawl outta the darn arena!"

Nikolette clenched her fist in front of her. She meant it. "But there's someone else who needs to be addressed. Someone who I don't think is a lick better than me. Someone who needs a good whoopin an who, by some miracle, finally lost that soap box she was screamin from. It's a shame. 'Specially now that she's got that shiny new belt draped across her shoulders. Ya know? The one she got by pushin Akashi outta the ring when everyone else wasn't lookin."

Nikolette turned her head and swung her body as she started to shuffle softly towards the edge of the ring. "She's real proud a that victory too. She should be. Cause... that's the best she can manage so she's right ta milk it for everything it's worth. Don't hate on her fer that now, folks."

Nikolette then pressed herself against the ropes and leaned over as an attendant offered her something covered in a towel. Nikolette scooped it up and turned around to face the entrance way. "But, I know that she's just real sad she ain't got that show no more ta speak all day about it. Well, I came down here ta help!"

Nikolette tossed the microphone and pulled the towel off the megaphone that Kelly had during Nikolette's guest appearance on Conway's Crib. She flipped the hat off so it revealed her face with a big, bright grin on it.



"HEY KELLY! I FIXED YER MEGAPHONE WHILE I WAS OUT! IF YER LOOKIN TA YAMMER ABOUT HOW GREAT YA'LL ARE, WHY DON'T YA WADDLE UP HERE AN TAKE IT FROM ME!"

Kelly was chilling in the back, her first night back on a regular friction show and as Entropy Champion. She really didn't have anything booked tonight unless she decided to put her belt up for grabs. Part of her wanted to do that to either Taylor or Mercy just so they wouldn't say no to a fight and Kelly could be their asses for putting her show in jeopardy! She wasn't too happy about that but the fact she was a champ, made her feel so much better about something that would normally bother her enough to lose sleep at night.

From backstage, Kelly watched tonight's show while sipping on a bottle of water, watching this segment with a girl in a hardhat. Kelly started laughing immediately, she couldn't take this person seriously at all, but when this person revealed themselves to be Nikolette Tessla of all people, Kelly stopped laughing and started paying close attention. She hadn't heard a lot from Nikolette, not that she cared, but Kelly was curious.

It wouldn't take long though for Kelly to get uninterested with the little speech that was mostly about Angel. Kelly scoffed and went back to reading news on her phone before Nikolette began to address someone else, Kelly raised her head to look at the TV as the mechanic spoke of this person who needed a... Whoopin' and finally lose their soap box and got a shiny new belt. Kelly's eyes started to narrow hatefully. Her clinched fist beginning to quiver and tighten more as Nikolette mocked this person. Kelly was quite confident on knowing the identity of this person.

Kelly tossed her water aside and stuffed her phone in her locker before grabbing her title and making her way towards the ring, able to hear Nikolette's words through the speakers backstage, each sentence only making Kelly's blood boil more and more, mocking her about her title win and the loss of her... show.

"She's fucking dead!!" Growled Kelly while stomping her way towards the entrance stage, hearing Nikolette now call her out by her name. It was on now.

Not long after Nikolette uttered her last sentence. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tczU6OWoUkI:n2b21pry]"I Stand Alone"[/url:n2b21pry] started to play throughout the speakers in the AFW Friction Arena, the crowd instantly starting to boo the blonde girl in red who stepped out with a deep frown on her face, holding the entropy title over her shoulder, taking a moment to scowl at the mechanic at the foot of the stage before marching her way down the ramp, taking the steps up to the ring and going through the ropes.

Kelly didn't take her eyes off Nikolette. She continued to scowl deeply at the girl while walking around her to ask for a mic. When she got one, Kelly stepped back to stand on a side of the ring opposite of her enemy.

"...You. You have a lot of fucking nerve coming out here to talk shit about your Entropy Champion, your one and only REAL wrestling Champion in AFW today! You better show me some goddamn respect you retarded looking, grease monkey, bitch!" Kelly would yell into the mic while glaring at Nikolette. Wearing her usual red wrestling top, matching shorts, along wtih matching pads on her knees and elbows. Red boots too.

Nikolette grinned as she heard Kelly's music. That was faster than she expected. She must have said all the right words. She stepped back to give room for Kelly who greedily grabbed a microphone. When she was finished with her rant, Nikolette held up the microphone.

"Hey, shut up!" She barked as the feedback cut a loud screech through the arena. "Pretty sure we established no one wants ta hear ya talk." She said. She then held up the megaphone and pushed the siren on it.

[size=150:2b7cfuo3]WEEEOOOOHWEEEEOOOOHWEEEOOOOH!

"Heheh, it makes a sound more pleasin than yer voice." Nikolette said as she winked at Kelly. She then brought the megaphone back to her lips. "Kelly, I plan on payin ya back fer what ya did ta me. Really, fer this game yer runnin like you own this place. But, I'm gonna give ya a chance ta face me like a woman and settle things the proper way. "

Nikolette looked Kelly int he eye and lowered the microphone. "I wanna match. No shenanigans. You ain't even got a put that gold up on the line. But if you were a real woman o class, then you would. And I wouldn't even try and screw ya with some crazy stipulations! Standard. One, two three pin or submission. Just like it should be. Then, if ya loose, I guess ya really DON'T deserve the belt. And if ya win?" Nikolette shrugged.

Nikolette then stepped forward, trying to get into Kelly's face as she pulled up the megaphone. She was going to scream into Kelly's ear the way that Kelly had during their interview.

"I AIN'T EVEN CONSIDERIN THAT A POSSIBILITY!"

Kelly let Nikolette have it, telling the mechanic straight up how she felt in quite the angry tone. Kelly thought she could intimidate her, but she didn't. The Mechanic remained defiant as she used that damn megaphone and shouted into it.

Kelly's face scrunched up and gritted her teeth as her ears were rung. "Ow." She muttered before narrowing her eyes at Nikolette, growling under her breath as she heard her state that no one wanted to hear her talk. That was untrue! People loved to hear her talk even if they-

Kelly never got to finish her thoughts though as Nikolette suddenly turned on the siren and let it blare obnoxiously. "Ahh!! Enough! Fucking stop!" Kelly whined, making a brief convulsion-like motion, wincing and trying to cover her ears until she stopped. Kelly lifted her head and scowled hatefully at Nikolette's cheeky attitude and remarks. It's like she brought her out her just o mock her and piss her off on purpose! Who would do that!?

Kelly's scowl intensify when Nikolette claimed she wanted to offer her a chance to fight like a real woman. Like she wasn't already! Her words were just continuously pissing Kelly off as she claimed if she was a real woman she'd put the title on the line. The blonde clinched the mic and the leather strap of her title tightly as she heard Nikolette's demands. Even more so when the striker said if she lost, she didn't deserve the title and that her winning was...

Nikolette stepped forward and got in Kelly's face, the blonde leaned in defiantly. Looking up at the taller and more muscular woman in front of her who suddenly pulled up the megaphone and screamed in The Ghoul's ear, making it ring as her eyes shot wide as she was told that her winning wasn't even considered a possibility by Nikolette.

"Ahhhh!! FUCKING STOOPPP, DAMMIT!!!" She screamed angrily before slapping the megaphone aside.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE MAKING DEMANDS TO ME!? YOU'RE NOBODY! I'M THE CHAMP I DON'T HAVE TO ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!" Kelly shouted, standing on her toes to get right into Nikolette's face, scowling hatefully at her before backing away suddenly. She couldn't shake off what she said. She was a real woman of class. Of integrity.

"Honestly! Who do you think you are making demands! I didn't see you joining the Entropy Challenge with Akashi and you sure as hell have not displayed anything worthy of a champion after getting your ass kicked by Me unofficially and then Angel... Officially!" Kelly would say with clear anger in her voice, all while remaining quite smug.

"I'd like to see someone come out who's actually worthy... Not some backwoods grease monkey who thinks she's worthy of calling the shots just because she wants to piss me off!"

Janet had been taking it easy that night. Unlike most nights, which she spent with her girlfriend back in their room, she had been on her own this time, and she had taken the opportunity to get to know Tokyo a little better, hitting a couple bars and taking in some of the local nightlife. She had originally intended to be out all night doing that, and come home mind-numbingly drunk in the wee hours of the morning. As it had happened, she had quickly grown bored, and, realizing that the nightâ€s Friction show was about to get going back at the AFW arena, the Lakota wrestler figured she would see what the show was like from the audienceâ€s perspective for once.

She had been sitting in a relatively cheap seat up near the top of the ramp from which the two girls had entered. The Lakota girl had a wide smile on her face as she watched the fireworks, the two of them screaming at each other and generally being rather unsavory human beings. Janet had met a few girls like that since she arrived at AFW a few months prior, though she had never had the chance to meet either of these two face to face. That would probably be a wild time.

She watched, interested but detached, through the first few minutes of their heated conversation, waiting to see whether or not the two of them would start fighting. But then, Kelly hollered something about finding someone worthy to challenge her for the Entropy title belt. Now, thatâ€s interesting, Janet thought, her eyes fixating on the glimmering belt slung over the blondeâ€s shoulder. If she hadnâ€t had a couple of drinks in her to steel her resolve, she might not have done anything about it, but, darn it, if she just happened to be in the crowd when a champion made what amounted to an open call for challengers, the Native American girl was going to jump at the opportunity. Even if Kelly turned her down, she would at least raise her profile a little by being so confident as to challenge her like this!

She would get up from her seat and make her way quickly backstage to the locker room, changing from her street clothes into her usual costume, complete with feathered headdress and her cute black-and-green bikini. She would make her way back out into the corridor, flagging down the nearest staff member and insisting on getting a microphone.

“She just asked for someone worthy to come out,” the girl known as Lady Lakota explained simply. “I guess weâ€ll see if I qualify, huh?”

Once she had her microphone, she was just about ready to get out on the ramp, but thought of a bit more dramatic of an appearance. As unobtrusively as possible, she would slip back into her seat, the people sitting around her giving her weird looks as she kicked back, putting her legs up on the seat in front of her and trying to look very much at ease. She cleared her throat, and calmly raised her hand.

“Excuse me,” Janet said into the microphone, almost casually, as if she were just some girl in the stands who wanted in on the action. “What exactly do you consider ‘worthy?†If worthy just means someone who can kick your ass, I would be happy to step into the ring with you, sweetie.” The Lakota girl would roll out of her seat and hop down onto the ramp, slowly making her way towards the ring. “Iâ€m sorry to get into the middle of this little lovefest, but if youâ€re not going to accept her challenge, I donâ€t think you should just get to take the night off. So how about you throw down with me, huh?”

"And further more! Tessla! I'm better than Angel so losing to her is like losing to me! Automatically! Haha!" Kelly would with her eyes closed as she pointed up her finger in a matter-of-fact kind of way, just to let Nikolette know she sucked.

"Now if you don't mind I'm going to go-" She began to say before hearing a voice through the speakers. No doubt someone on a mic. Kelly rolled her eyes and put her palm to her face. "Oh no."

She then looked around to see who was talking but the sight of crowded fans who began to cheer in a rowdy manner from the stands gave Kelly the indication of where she needed to look. In the center was a young girl with a large feathered headdress... Like Indian. Kelly tried hard not to laugh, ignoring that Lakota called her sweetie and then raising her brow as she spoke about being worthy for the title.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! ONE HALF OF THE VILLAGE PEOPLE!" Kelly exclaimed as she pointed at construction hat wearing Nikolette and Native American appearing Lady Lakota. "I'm sorry but... Who are you first off? Do you work here, Tonto? This one of your friends, Tessla?" She'd ask.

Nikolette frowned at Kelly's words. If Kelly was better than Angel, then Nikolette was a bumblebee. Her logic was also completely flawless. Nikolette wondered if she shouldn't just let the girl get defeated by her own big mouth when a new voice appeared. Her ear wiggled and she turned to face the voice. She raised her eye when she saw Lady Lakota. It was certainly not someone she was expecting to see.

Nikolette turned her head, closing one eye at Kelly's screaming. She frowned. "There's six members of the Village People..." She muttered to Kelly. She didn't even listen to those guys! Kelly probably didn't either.

"She's Jane-" Nikolette began when Kelly asked. She paused. "Her name's Lady Lakota." She corrected, realizing she probably shouldn't give away the girl's real name for a variety of reasons. But Nikolette liked to read through the profiles of all the incoming members and, sometimes unfortunately, once she read something, she never forgot.

"We're not friends. We've never met before, actually." Nikolette said in a curious but reserved tone. She then tilted her head and lifted up the megaphone. "Oi, the gal's gotta point. Aren't ya'll supposed ta be some big bad girl 'round here? You ain't even gonna fight with someone who was last seen gettin carted off to a hospital. I agree with Lakota. Maybe I should be the one ta see if YOU'RE still worth my time! Better than Angel? Ha! I bet you ain't even better than... ahh.... what'dya say? One-sixth o the Village People! I bet Lakota here can at least count ta five. But, I guess this is yer lucky night! Cause it ain't a mathelete competition, it's a fight!" Nikolette grinned and winked at Lakota.

She stepped next to her and lowered the megaphone. "Get 'er, girl. She ain't nothin but a pussy cat who thinks she's got tiger claws."

Janet had figured that Kelly, arrogant witch that she seemed to be, might not actually know who she was, despite the fact that the Lakota girl had stepped off her transoceanic flight to Tokyo nearly six months earlier, and had been in something like a dozen matches. She rolled her eyes, preparing to explain who she was and what she wanted, when Kelly continued to run her mouth, managing to fit in not only a racist comment and an outmoded reference, but yet another shot at Nikolette, as well.

The Native American girl sighed. “You are truly a master of observational humor,” she deadpanned, grabbing the lowest rope and hanging on it for a second before pulling herself into the ring. As Nikolette started speaking again, Janet slowly smiled, liking what she was hearing from that corner, before turning back to Kelly. “Like she said, I go by Lady Lakota. Iâ€ve been here for nearly half a year, now, so Iâ€m not exactly new to AFW. You would probably know that, if you didnâ€t have your head stuck so far up your own ass, sweetie.”

She turned to Nikolette, who seemed to be taking her disruption in stride, and gave another smile. “I appreciate the support!” she said sweetly, before lowering the microphone and adding: “Though I must say, I sort of resent being a pawn in some game to see whoâ€s worth whose time. But, hey, if I get a title shot out of it, who am I to complain?” She threw her head back and laughed a little, the feathers on her headdress waving to and fro. She winked at Nikolette. “We can talk later, after I kick her cocky little ass.”

Turning back to Kelly, then, Lady Lakota raised the microphone to her mouth, and raised her other hand high in the air. “So, now that you know who I am, sweetie, how about it? Or arenâ€t you woman enough?” Janet laughed again. She felt drunk with power right now, as if every last facet of her destiny was suddenly not only tangible, but malleable, and alterable, right here, in this instant. Maybe she was going crazy. Or maybe she was just beginning to settle into AFW and learn to play the game to win, rather than to just find a few bombshells to bed.

"How the fuck would I know!? I don't listen to shit!" She snapped at Nikolette.

"Arent I?" Kelly asked Jaent with a cheeky grin as she deadpanned only to scoff as she fully introduced herself and made a rather unflattering comment that made a vein show on Kelly's forehead regarding Janet's comment and rolled her eyes as Nikolette seemed to support her.

"HA! After you kick MY ass!? Dream on dweeb." Kelly shouted, pulling down her eye lid and sticking her tongue out at Janet and Nikolette. Fuck these bitches, Kelly was about ready to show this upstart that she needed to respect her betters that have been here longer.

"OH I'M WOMAN ENOUGH! You think you're hot shit don't you!? Well... I could use a good title defense and little Ms. Nikolette here can watch as I mop the floor with your stupid ass. You got yourself a match, Tonto!" Kelly would shout into her mic before tossing it away, handing the belt over to the ref-girl, ready to get things started.

Nikolette watched as Lady Lakota's entrance managed to further enrage the blonde spitfire. It made her grin to see someone so easily get under Kelly's skin. Then, again, it wasn't particularly hard for someone to do. Still, she was surprised at how easily she was goaded into challenging Lakota. Nikolette had WISHED it was her but clearly Kelly was intimidated by the Serb.

While Kelly was busy handing off the belt, Nikolette moved forward and lifted up the megaphone. When Kelly turned back around, she blared it at high volume right in her face again.

"HOLD ON A MINUTE!"

Nikolette snickered and backed away. That never got old. She stepped away from Kelly and went to the middle of the ring. "Now that you've appointed a challenger, before the match starts, the challenger gets ta decide what the match type is. That's how the Entropy Title works, ya know." Nikolette said and grinned at Kelly. She then lowered her microphone and winked at Lady Lakota. She wondered if Kelly was trying to get Lakota to get into the match before she could declare any stipulations or if Kelly just didn't know the rules about her own belt? It was probably the later. From what Nikolette gathered, Kelly wasn't very bright and the only thing keeping her head inflated was her own ego.

Nikolette stepped towards Lakota and grinned. "Take as much time as ya need. Maker her squirm." She said in a low tone. Lakota was definitely in the middle of a personal squabble but Nikolette didn't mind. She wanted that Entropy Title, of course, but she wanted Kelly more. If Lakota took the belt away from Kelly, then the blonde would have no choice but to focus her attention on Nikolette.