>>19094123Nikki raises a brow. Raquel didn't seem like the type to apologise, especially with a match on the horizon. But her words seem genuine enough. As she mulls it over, Coco's sharp laugh pierce her thoughts.
>What is there to think about? She is our enemy! She fears our wrath and is just trying to soften us up by pretending to be a friend just like the woman who fed us before taking our title.Coco's words fan the flames of Nikki's ego, and there is a smugness about her as she replies to Raquel. "Apology not accepted. Women like you, like our sister, Mighty Milf, in different ways you all think you can manipulate us. But nuh-uh. We said you'd be crawling into the B1 by the time we're through with you, and that still stands. And after we've had our fun with you, that dumb bitch Carmody is next. We'll show Madame Divine that no one is fit to be her right hand but us."
Nikki narrows her eyes. "And if you didn't know who we were the first time we stepped into the ring with you, then you're a fool. My sister called on us because she knows we're younger, faster and better than her. We're the lean, mean killing machine she used to be and wishes she still was! That's why we did all the work in that match. Just like we did all the real work in Wargames softening those other girls up and neutralising our sister."
Nikki laughs, and her accent, Americanised by speech therapy classes forced upon her many months ago by Priscilla, reverts to its original Irish form as Coco takes full control of Nikki. "But that's enough chit-chat. The show'll be happening soon. We'll be seeing ya, chica. And you better not call this number again!"
Coco then abruptly ends the call.
