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Nakita Dahaka vs. Frankie Scott


League Member
Jan 1, 2000
Springfield, Missouri
"Yesterday Don't Mean S*** Today"

Yesterday don't mean s*** today
Forget about the pain and walk away
Yesterday don't mean s*** today
People try to play you but they're all deranged

(Mood setting background music queue up: "Yesterday Don't Mean" by Wicked Wisdom.)

(The scene opens within the dark and gloomy cavern like area. Torches hang on the wall providing the necessary illumination as the flames dance in the calm, eerie, erratic stillness. A cold rushing wind fills the cave and enters into a clearing of a large open room toward a gothic looking throne sitting lonely on a three step marble platform in the center of the room. A single long spotlight dangles directly over the throne to reveal "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka seated. She is wearing her trademark tight all red leather attire. Her long natural colored fire colored hair hangs freely down past the middle of her back and slightly over her face. Nakita's green eyes peer through the strands of hair staring perverbial laser beams back into the camera. With her fingernails grinding in the arms of the throne slowly one right after the other.)

(Standing right beside Nakita is her manager, Delilah Demonik. She is wearing a sexy, red, very revealing evening gown with a long slit riding up just past her thigh, and a long cut down to her navel. Delilah is holding the big, black, metal hardback cover in blood writing with gold highlighted lettering marked "The Gospel According To Nakita Dahaka")

(The background music slowly fades out as Nakita prepares to speak.)

Nakita Dahaka: At last, I knew that it would come eventually. I had foreseen it even though I may of never really acknowledged it formally. I knew that FATE would bring you back to me Frankie Scott. Like a certain song comes to my mind, yesterday and everything that transpired in it means absolutely and positively NOTHING. Everything begins anew. I have foreseen it. My Gospel has documented it...

(Nakita gestures toward the large black metal book that Delilah is currently holding in her hands, before continuing on.)

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. Dahaka means fate and as always the harbenger of fate incarnate always comes back to collect on her souls. You may of got away from me once Frankie, but eventually THE OMEGA always comes to pass. I am coming for you. I am coming...

to break you body...

to make you bleed...

to take your soul...

Because I am hell and I have spoken. This will come to pass. You survived me once, maybe twice, but this time you will fall.

Now I hope that you had fun with your little mind game before you made your triumphant return on Aggression last week. I see that we both have similar...(Nakita glances up out of the corner of her eye at Delilah and smirks.)...apatites that make you rather...dandy, but such base carnal lust will only lead you to your inevitable. All you have to do is just listen to it. It may be a quiet thing but it's all the more terrifying for one to admit it.

This Sunday, at the annual EPW/NEW Wrestlestock 2007 supercard may mark the night that the "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott makes his triumphant return to the ring, but it will also make as your final resting place to "The Dark Phenom" Nakita Dahaka. I will do what I said I was going to do all along. Hell in engulf and embrace you and even though you might fight valiently. You may be able to cut the devil and make her bleed. You may break a few bones, but you will be taken.

And even now, as I speak to you at this moment. Events are shaping into motion and I anticipate...I foresee that regardless of what happens neither one of us will walk out the same as we walked in. We will forever be changed by the events that transpire here at Wrestlestock 2007. But that's not important. What is what we will do to each other but what I will ultimately do to you and that is finally collect your soul as a trophy.

And on that note, I say that unto you...

So it is said...

Let it be known...

So it shall come to pass...

It is written...

In Frankie Scott's bloo.........SOUL....

Another chapter according to MY GOSPEL!!!!!!!!!!!!

(On that note, Nakita motions as she directs the camera to focus on the black metal hardback bible looking book that Delilah is holding in her hands zooming in on the writing on the front of the book. The scene slowly fades out to where the last thing that you see is the book.)


Yes. I understand that the time limit is up. But, I already know the outcome. I needed to do this out of respect for the show. By the way, you will be reading this like it happened before Wrestlestock ever started.

Setting: Outside the front driveway of his home in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:smarttags" /><st1:place><st1:City>Lake Arrowhead</st1:City>, <st1:State>California</st1:State></st1:place>. Frankie Scott opens the mailbox and sifts through his mail. A daily welcoming of junk mail, bills and fan letters grace Frankie’s day.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:eek:ffice" /><o:p></o:p>
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“It just amazes me… How do fans get my address?”<o:p></o:p>
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A few moments later after opening the next letter addressed to him. Red rose petals fall out of the envelope. Frankie opens the letter and reads.
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You totally freaked her out. She really didn’t expect you to come back. It was her one big thing to think that she got rid of you. Up the ante on your next matches with her. She will take anything you ask for just to try to get rid of you. As for the face paint and the torn clothing, don’t fall into her world. She knew that she was in your mind. Come back as the Frankie that she hates. Don’t show up as something your not.<o:p></o:p>
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Trust me,<o:p></o:p>
A Friend<o:p></o:p>
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<o:p> </o:p>
Frankie folds up the letter and adds it to the rest of the mail and returns inside his home. He lies the mail down on the coffee table and then walks toward the large sliding glass door. He stares out into the beautiful pristine <st1:City><st1:place>mountain view</st1:place></st1:City>.
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“Nikita. I’m returning to the ring at Wrestlestock. I will dispose of you and then take another shot at the TV title that is rightfully mine and Shawn Hart. I’m not looking past you at all. I know how cunning you are and how wicked your thoughts are.”<o:p></o:p>
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Still staring out the window. He continues
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“Your premeditation is the most evil part about you. Well, that and the stench that flows right out of your mouth. Have you ever welcomed a tooth brush into your busy soul stealing schedule? Seriously, you think squarely about how you can inflict the most pain that you can mentally and physically. “<o:p></o:p>
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“And what about the slutty sidekick of yours? Doesn’t she ever get tired of being shopped around or just plain bored with being your lackey? First, you have her all decked out in sequins and a slit maxed all the way up to her eyeballs. You dress her up but you never take her anywhere. Then you get your panties in a wad when someone looks at her in a way you don’t like. You are the man in the relationship, aren’t you? She really has to be sick of you though…Carry this, Delilah. Carry that… Read me a bed time story…get me a drink of water…Tie my shoes…and do it the bunny eared way!”<o:p></o:p>
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Looking toward the camera, Frankie walks into the living room.
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“You tear lives apart. You drag them to places that they don’t belong. I don’t know if that’s because you are a scared little girl or if you are just a terrible ruthless ***** and you hate to see other people happy.”<o:p></o:p>
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“You aren’t God, Nikita! You don’t dictate the results of each person’s life. My soul or anyone else’s is not a trophy for the taking! As for the gospel, there’s only ONE!”<o:p></o:p>
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Frankie up a family bible from the table and holds it in front of the camera. And then sits it back down on the table.
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“It would do you some good to read a few chapters out of that gospel for a change. I have to hand it to you though. I didn’t know that Amazon.com made such quality diaries. Tell me; is there any good stuff in that book that you carry around? Like, your first bunny killing or the night little Jimmy Turner showed little Nikita Dahaka his pee pee. Do you sit up each night in your quiet time with your hair tied back, flannel gown, fuzzy slippers and enough Noxzema ™ (the official sponsor of the Nikita Dahaka-Frankie Scott feud of the century) to choke a proverbial horse and tell your diary everything?”<o:p></o:p>
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“I bet it goes something like this.”<o:p></o:p>
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Frankie opens up a generic notebook next to him
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Dear Diary,<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
I lost to Frankie Scott again. When will I ever beat him? Oh diary, it stinks so bad that I like him and he doesn’t like me back. I think that he might like my friend Delilah. I hate her. I’m kidding. I’m in love with her too. But, I’m so ugly that I have to trick or treat by telephone. Oh diary.. I would boil him like I did that last bunny. But, he’s so darn cute. I need to talk to my magic eight ball again. It never steers me wrong.<o:p></o:p>
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Love, Nikita<o:p></o:p>
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“Oh my God, Nikita! How sick is your life? Just a little girl needing a hug. Needing a daddy to comfort her fears for her. Are you sleeping with the light on? Are there monsters under your bed or skeletons in your closet?”<o:p></o:p>
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Frankie walks closer to the camera
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“You won’t have to worry about a boogeyman coming to get you. What you WILL need to worry about is me. From day one you have been nothing but a road block toward my ultimate goal of a World Championship. The only woman I wanted to take on was Lindsay Troy for her title. But, instead I get the bargain basement Salvation Army version. You have been in my life for the most of 2006 and all of 2007. I have had it with you. This is going to end!”<o:p></o:p>
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Pacing back and forth in and out of camera shot.
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“I went away for awhile to gather my thoughts and to recuperate from the toll our matches and the steel chairs have taken on my noggin’. But, you never to seem to go away. Like I said before, you are a force to be reckoned with. You are settled into a mid carder role. What scares me is that If I don’t slow you down or stop you altogether. You will devour the competition that lies ahead of you. You are already being taken for granted.”<o:p></o:p>
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“I’ve said all of this before, Nikita. I can’t worry about how others will fare against you. I need to take matters into my own hands by picking up a chair and bashing your brains in. You stopped being a lady a long time ago. It’s time to send you to the looney bin or the crazy farm where you belong. Your own personal hell will be justified.”<o:p></o:p>
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Frankie stops, drops down and sits up against his front door
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“Living with yourself has to be worst possible feeling ever. No chair shot or personal attack could ever take away from what you have become. I bet looking in the mirror each day takes a harsh toll on you. One day you will look into that mirror once again and realize that everything has been taken away from you. Your career, your significant other, your ability to function and the rest of your sanity… all stripped away.” <o:p></o:p>
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“What is left.. is a shell of a woman who will find out that she needs something more than what this world could ever offer her. It takes a huge fall straight on your back to realize what is in front of you. When this match is over, Nikita.. You will wonder what hit you. Like a freight train. Don’t even run. Don’t even blink. It will be over very quickly.”<o:p></o:p>
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Frankie leans over to the coffee table and grabs the letter he had read before.
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“I’m going on to the next level. While you… You will be sipping soup from a straw. Take a deep breath and bring all that you have. I know that I’m going to.”<o:p></o:p>
<o:p> </o:p>
Frankie opens the letter and re-reads the letter that was sent to him. He stands up, grabs his keys to his truck and walks out the front door.
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