>>18283069"Well fine, I accept your invitation, so go for it. Just know that while you're trying to get into my head, trying to see what makes me tick, I'll be doing the same to you. Because I'm not some dumb kid like Sola Fire. I'm..."
Nikki hesitates. First she feels confusion at her own inability to just say something catchy. Something like I'm the fucking catalyst, or I'm a god damn superstar... something like that. But those lines, they're not real. Just catchphrases. So what is she? To Madame Divine, she's a tool, even if she wishes she could be more. To the fans, she's a champ in the ring and a sex symbol out of it. To the WWA, just another marketable wrestler they can make money off of. To Amy and Sapphire, she's a friend, maybe even a sister. To Sola and Nika, a hated nemesis. But what is she to herself? Nikki thinks of that warped visage she saw moments before pushing Miss USA off a ledge in the Divine Mansion's dungeons. She had started to think she was free of it but clearly she was wrong. Confusion gives way to fear. Is that who she truly is?
"...I'm... I guess I'm still figuring that out."
Nikki drops the mic, and leaves the ring, leaving the crowd confused by the abrupt end of her promo.
