Name: Nikki Nite	Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Finisher: Lights Out!	Alliance: Neutral
Record: 2-2-0	FcW Accomplishments: 1x Women's Champ
Lines Written: Count if you wanna know!	Wrestlers Mentioned: Blake Slade, Y2J, Trish, UMB

[ The Scene ] A camera man was walking down the hallway slowly, looking for someone or something interesting to tape so he could earn his pay. He was just about to pass the women's locker room when he saw that the door was wide open. The camera man grinned and turned on his camera, steppinging into the locker room. He caught everything on tape and it was sent straight to the fearless tron. As soon as the camera man entered the women's locker room, he saw that the room was a total MESS. Tables were overthrown, the couch was on it's side.. The bags were tossed everywhere, clothes scattered all over the floor. A few pictures that hung on the wall were crooked, and one was even cracked on the floor.. the glass shattered into little pieces. The camera man's jaw dropped as he advanced even more inside the locker room still filming. As he made his way into the room fully, he noticed a small figure out of the corner of his eye. He turned towards it and focused.. The figure was indeed a woman, who was sitting on the floor in the corner. She was staring at the floor, her brown hair strewn about her face. A sledgehammer was tightly gripped in her right hand. As the camera man neared closer, he realized that it was the former FCW Women's Champion, Nikki Nite. The camera man blinked as Nikki raised her head towards him slowly. Her chocolate coloured eyes which were usually decorated with confidence and happiness, were doused in pure anger.. Fury. She used her free hand to push a few of those stray tresses away from her eyes. She opened her lips, her voice sounding harsh. [ Nikki Nite ] "What the hell do you want? Get the hell out of here! Get that camera out of my face!" [ The Scene ] The camera man blinked, looking dumbfounded.. He didn't move. This only pushed Nikki's anger into a more dangerous state than it previously was. That man didn't expected what happened next.. Nikki lashed out at him, snatching the camera from his hands. Hurling the camera at the wall, Nikki watched the lens shatter to pieces. The picture on the fearless tron was instantly demoted to nothing but static.. Clutching that sledgehammer with both hands, Nikki brought it crashing down on the camera until it was nothing but a mere pile of rubbish added to the collection of mess in the women's locker room. Nikki then whirled around to face the camera man. The look in that man's eyes showed that he was frightened by this very angry woman. He began to back up towards the doorway slowly, but it was too late. Nikki had already lashed out at him for a second time, her hands grasping onto his shirt collar. She shoved him into the wall harshly, causing the man to stumble and crash down onto the broken glass from the picture frame. Nikki just stared down at him for a few moments before gripping back onto the sledgehammer tightly and exiting the women's locker room. As Nikki made her way down the hallway, the staff members made sure to move out of her way, as she seemed to be in a rather foul mood. Once Nikki passed another camera man, she realized that she actually needed him. Stopping dead in her tracks, she grabbed onto the camera man's shoulders and demanded he film her, and he did. Nikki stared into the camera as she spoke, her voice full of anger [ Nikki Nite ] "I am nothing now.. I am a disgrace. I came into the FcW with a clean slate. I even won the FcW Women's Title on my debut match against Lita. Most people would think that's pretty good. Hell, I think it's pretty good.. I had the women's title on my debut match, dammit! I am a prodigy! I was a prodigy.. It wasn't long before the FcW showed it's unfairness towards women and placed me in a match against Chris Jericho. Against the living legend himself.. the larger than life huge rock star, Chris Freakin' Jericho! I came out to that very ring out there, and said that I respected that man. I lost.. but I didn't complain about that loss either, because you know.. I had learned something from it. After that match, I was once again placed in women's competition. With my great skill and the help of that wonderful Blake Slade.. I was slowly climbing my way to the top. Blake, you're awesome, you really are. Hell, you made it into the Hall of Fame. I congratulate you for that. But this past pay-per-view.. I lost the women's title to Trish Stratus. The manager of the man I respect, and she did it on her fuckin' debut match just like I did! I am no longer special.. I don't know, Blake.. Maybe I'm not women's champion material. I lost to Miss Tits and Ass, Trish Stratus. Trish Stratus, of all people! Well, I'll tell you one thing, Trish is going to pay.. She'll regret the day she stole my title. She hasn't seen the last of me. You cannot get rid of Nikki Nite.. even if I am a nobody, I will stay with this business until my death. I haven't been here long but already I have FcW in my blood. My pride may have been hurt by losing to Trish, but I am still fucking here! I am still here.." [ The Scene ] Nikki paused and looked down at her sledgehammer. Then she looked back at the camera, raising the hammer into view [ Nikki Nite ] "You see this? Do you see this sledgehammer? This is my new best friend. I am not going to let some little slut push me around any longer! This is war, dammit.. Anyone who gets in my way will meet this sledgehammer. Be it man, woman, dog, cat.. Lita, Ace, or even.. Uncle Money Bags! Oh,d ear Uncle Money Bags.. If I were you, I'd be worried about getting into the ring with me. You see, I am steaming with anger over my loss to Trish Stratus and I need someone to take that anger out on. That someone.. is YOU! You look at me, and think that I am nothing but a puny, worthless, talentless bitch.. but sure, that's what you would see. You should never, EVER judge a book by it's cover Uncle Money Bags. That will always turn around and stab you in the back. Always. You're going to experience the after math.. You're going to get what I didn't have the chance to give to that whore, Trish Stratus. You see, I wasn't happy about being in the ring with Chris Jericho.. because that man has earned by respect. He earned it when he was the Lionheart.. He's always had it. But you see, Uncle Money Bags.. I have no respect for you. Not one single little drop of respect that lies inside my angry heart is towards you. I have absolutely no damn problem getting into that very ring with you and ripping your God damn heart out!! I am going to enjoy every minute of this.. Every punch I throw at you. Every suplex. Every DDT. Every God damn move that I execute to your sorry ass with be savored in the back of my mind. At the end of Wednesday night, there will be a new FcW Television champion. Oh yes! That new champion will be me, NIKKI NITE! Holding that belt high over my head and laughing in your face with be a pleasure.. It may be a pleasure, but however.. It would not satisfy me. My anger will never fade.. and for that, you will suffer.. All because you were the unfortunate one who was chosen to face me the show after Pearly Gates. You will meet my sledgehammer by the end of the night, Uncle Money Bags. And you will look back on that night when you're old and gray.. and say to yourself. 'Dammit, I lost to a woman! I got the shit kicked out of me by a woman! I got my manhood stolen.. by a God damn woman by the name of Nicole Marie Nite!' So, you might want to savor these last few precious days that you have with that title, Money Bags. Savor them.. because that title will not be yours to hold much longer. I was screwed out of my title, and I am a pissed off woman.. I have a craving for bloodshed.." [ The Scene ] With that, Nikki lowered the sledgehammer to her side and snarled at the camera man. With a shove to his face, Nikki walked off down the hallway.. Puny staff members still avoiding her path