They head out and Amanda and I head over to creative.
Amanda: "That was a strange conversation."
Nikki: "Yeah. It sounds like half of it is missing. I hope Matt has the beginning of it."
We head into Matt's office. I'm questioning already why the heads of AEW are at our little no name hole in the wall CZW. Matt is our version of Codey. He's Mr. man in charge along side Sammie Calahan. We knock on his door and Sammie tells us to come in.
Nikki: "What the actual fuck were Mr. and Mrs. AEW doing here?"
Sammie: "Talking about you actually."
Nikki: "Me? Who am I to AEW? They watched my match tonight. No wonder he was talking about Kenny and my feet. I impressed The Rohdes. I feel special."
Sammie: "As you should. Now, I don't know if anyone has told you but there is an open door policy here and at AEW. What that means is you can go anywhere in the world and wrestle without us giving you shit."
Nikki: "Yes. Hence why I will never go WWE. Keep talking."
Sammie: "It seems there has been a challenge issued from AEW. It comes in the form of my best friend and it could be career defining for you should you chose to accept."
Nikki: "An AEW challenge from Mox."
Sammie: "Yeah and Brandi and Codey were delivering it."
He turns on the computer and hits play as we watch a live promo from Brandi and Codey. They issue an open challenge to any mixed tag team in the locker room or even outside of the locker room.
Mox: "Hey Codey, Brandi. I've got something for the two of you. I have a hard core mixed tag team that will put you both in the hospital."
Brandi: "I doubt it. There are no worthy females back there."
Mox: "Oh darling. You said anyone even outside of the locker room. I call out Nasty Nikki Richardson. The Hard Core Queen."
The AEW audience goes nuts at the sound of my name. I am doing internal cartwheels. This was beyond awesome.
Brandi: "She's not going to win."
Mox: "You say that like it is somehow relevant. any female partner and I call out Nasty Nikki. So, Nikki if you're listening, babe. I have a once in a life time opportunity for you to kick some Rohdes ass with me. You're a free agent. So it's not like I'm asking you to leave where your at. But you might like it here. Hit me up."
He winks at the camera and I resist the urge to scream "fuck yeah baby" and Homer Simpson happy dance around the office.