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Oh yeah baby!! That's right!! Sin City Wrestling is back in business, and everyone is anxiously waiting to see what is going to go down on the first episode of Climax Control. And the Angels of the Fallen are going to make their presence felt with the Rebellious One taking part in the Blast From The Past Tournament, much to the surprise of her fellow Angels. What caused Raynin to decide to come back to Sin City Wrestling? How will she and her newcomer partner, Nick Steen fare against a fellow newcomer, Caleb Storms, and someone who is just as decorated in the SCW as she, Samantha Marlowe? For the first show of the return of the SCW, things are about to get AWESOME!!...
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</iframe> A wise man once said, "Reality is that which when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away". Animals perceive reality using their five senses. Reality is what can be touched, seen, tasted, smelled, and heard. Of all of God’s creatures on the Earth, only man uses his mind to perceive reality. If one’s mind can be made to believe that their way of thinking is correct, while the rest of the world is wrong, then which version of reality is the true reality? This is why, the only animal God created that can go mad is man.
Sometimes she wondered if there were some hidden agenda of a higher power that forced her to have The Other thrust upon her in the way that it was. Was it possible that in some weird, twisted past life she did something so horrendous that karma saw fit to plague her by having the demonic soul of bruja's bastard stillborn child shoved inside of her? She didn't think that there was anything that she could have done that would warrant this kind of torture.
She was stuck to watch as a monster wore her skin and walked around like it owned the world. Tonight, she had to watch The Other go through her wardrobe and critique everything she owned as it looked for an outfit to wear out for a little celebration, commemorating the re-opening of the SCW. The Other had convinced El Jefe and her Abuella to go out for the night and not spend it worrying about her for a change. She knew it was a publicity event and cringed inside of herself as she watched The Other pull out a skimpy little pair of black sequined booty shorts and an almost see through silver chiffon plunging cowl necked handkerchief blouse with ropes of rhinestones that held it on her body. The neckline of the blouse hung so low it was almost scandalous. She'd had to wear that blouse when she went undercover at a strip club year's back, so she knew just how much it showed and didn't show, which is why she knew The Other chose it. And while it looked amazing on her, it was not something she would commonly wear to a work function. The Other pulled out a pair of black and silver strappy pumps and she was happy that these at least had a modest three-inch heel instead of some of the more dramatic styles that she knew were in her closet and went nostalgic over the jewelry The Other picked out of her jewelry box.
The silver chain choker was one that her Tia Angela had given her the night of her graduation from high school. She can still picture herself placing it around her neck to wear beneath her cap and gown. It was lighter than one would expect for so many icicle-like chains dripping down upon her chest with small diamond chip encrusted discs to dangle on every other strand. And the tennis bracelet she strapped around her ankle had belonged to her mother, while the silver bangles The Other put around her wrists had belonged to her paternal grandmother. Why these things plagued her at that moment she couldn’t comprehend.
The Other was putting on last minute makeup and smirked at her reflection in the makeup mirror.
“You know I can feel you in there pouting little mousssse. Don’t be ssssso glum. You know I’m gonna kill it in the ring at Climax Cotrol. I can portray you better than. You can.”
On the other side of the mirror, Raynin banged her fist on glass.
“Come on!! Let me out of here!!! Why are you doing this?!!”
The Other took a deep breath and leaned in close to the mirror so she could put on some eyeliner.
“Becausssssse, you chosssse to give it all up! And I couldn’t let that happen! You were ready to just walk away and ssssssettle down and teach insssstead of doing what you were put on thissssss earth to do! And that is to wressssstle in front of the millionsssss and milionsss of fansss we have out there! Not train the next ssssssuperstar to try to ssssteal our thunder!!!”
Raynin put her forehead against the glass and sighed heavily.
“Did you think that was an easy decision for me to make? We were going through so much mentally and emotionally and I knew we weren’t ready to get back in the ring!!”
The Other growls as she digs through the makeup kit for some silver eyeshadow.
“That isssss bullshit and you know it!!! The truth of it isss, you were getting worried because I was getting ssssstronger! And you were trying to find a way to put the genie back in the bottle sssso to speak. Well, now you know the truth! I’m here to ssssstay, and there’ssssss nothing you can do about it!!”
The Other pulls out a can of body sparkles and sprays it in the air, walking through it so that her skin shimmers, and follows it up with a few spritzes of Calven Klein’s “Euphoria” perfume before she digs in the makeup case again.
“You know, you are just like everyone elsssse who thinkssss that I’m nothing but a liability. Well, I’m not! I’m just assss capable asssss you are! And I’m ssssssick and tired of everyone thinking that jussssst because they ssssssay they’re so dangeroussssss that it’s true. Hell, a tennis ball if dropped from the right height can be dangerous. A fly swatter can be dangerous in some of the best ways I might add. AN OVERLY PERSISTENT DUCK can be dangerousssss!! You’ve sssseen the youtube videossss!”
Raynin chuckles and lfts an eyebrow at the mirror.
“Ooohh, you mean like Howard the Duck?”
The Other rolls her eyes and clucks her tongue.
“Would you pleassse just shut up!!”
Raynin taps on the glass of the mirror with a fingertip.
“You know he taught me his style of martial arts, right? He calls it Quack Fu.”
The Other digs in the makeup case again looking for the right lipstick as Raynin starts waving her arms up and down, walking like a duck.
“It starts like this… Quack… Quack… Quack… and when your opponent least expects it, you strike!!”
She then suddenly spins with her arms out and does a shockinaw kick.
“QUACK-ACK!!!!”
The Other roars so loud, the mirror actually vibrates…
“SSSSHHHHUUUTTTTT UUUUUPPPPP!!!!!!”
Raynin stops and looks around with her eyebrows upraised and softly says...
“Quack?!”
The Other digs in the make up bag once more and lets out a slow breath.
“My point issssss, it’s all about perssssspective, and the ssssituation. And the ssssituation we find oursssselvesss in is thissss…. I’m gunning to get the gold back around my waissst! I’m like that overly perssssistent duck who isssss not about to take no for an anssssswer! And with Nick Steen’s help, I will win thissss tournament, and get my shot at the title and I’m gonna win it!!”
The Other pulls out a lipstick and dabs it on, then covers it with a shiny gloss so her lips look like juicy cherries.
“But that isssss all about Ssssunday. Tonight, I’m ssssupposed to meet up with Nick at the party ssssso we can disssscuss strategy.”
She steps back from the makeup mirror, and walks over to stand in front of a full length mirror.
“Ssssso, I know I don’t alwayssss need or want your opinion, but tell me… What do you think? Do you think Nick will like it?”
Raynin frowns and looks at The Other who’s standing in front of her, posing. The Other slowly spins and makes a duck face at the mirror and Raynin gasps.
“Oh… my… GAWD!!!! You’re crushing on Nick!!”
The Other looks shocked and stands up straight, straightening out her outfit, blushing.
“What? No!! That’ssss ridiculoussss!! I’m not!”
Raynin chuckles and points at The Other.
“Oh yes you are!!! Look at you!! That’s what this whole slutty outfit is about! You’re hoping you can impress him… or make a move on him!!”
The Other stomps her foot and shakes her head.
“Noooo!!! I doooonnn’t!!! Ssstop saying that!!!”
Raynin covers her mouth with her hand and wrenches control of her body away from The Other for just long enough to run to the other room and dig out a notebook from under the couch cushion and flip through it’s pages. Going one way, there was a list titled “Hit List”. It was decorated with skulls and cross bones, daggers and flames, and the first name on it was none other than Samantha Marlowe. But when Raynin flipped the book over and started thumbing through it the other way, it read “Crush List”. Unlike the other list, the Crush List had little hearts and stars drawn all around the edges of it. Unicorn stickers and flowers adorned certain names, and there, just below Angel’s name was Nick Steen in a purple heart.
“OMG BECKY!!! IT’S TRUE!!”
The Other wrenches back control of the body and stands in front of the mirror once more, checking to make sure that nothing was out of place.
“Ssssso what if I DO like him! There’sssss no law against having a crush on sssssomeone!!”
Raynin shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
“You know the rules about fraternizing with your partners. Rule number one is, ‘Only do it if the fraternizing happens first and the wrestling partnership later’. That was one of yours. Are you really sure about going against it?”
The Other shakes her head and rolls her eyes.
“I’m not about to do any fraternizing!! Right now, it’sssss just mild sssstalking.”
Raynin lifts her eyebrow at The Other.
“Whatchoo talkin’ about Willis?”
The Other blushes again and giggles like a school girl.
“Well, I found out where he’ssss from, what hissss favorite color is, I’m trying to find out how many kidsssss he wants, what hissss favorite cologne is, whether he’ssss a cat person or a dog person… I’m about to become hissss number one fan!!!”
Raynin frowns and shakes her head.
“Wow… and here I thought that I was crazy for falling for a teddy bear.”
The Other shakes her head and grins.
“No no no!! It’ssss ok though, cause he’ssss got sssstalker tendenciessss too!!!”
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head again.
“Oh wow, a regular match made in heaven.”
The Other bounces happily, clapping her hands.
“Yeah! I think sssooo too!!!”
Raynin crosses her arms over her chest and lifts an eyebrow at The Other.
“And what if you end up not winning?”
The Other shrugs and smirks evilly.
“Then I will tear hissss sssssoul apart, piece by piece and eat it of coursssse.”
The Other looks at the clock on the wall and squeals in shock.
“Crap!!! Look at the time!! Time to do my bessssst you impression…. Well, sssslutty you that issssss.”
The Other grabs her handbag and slips some essentials into it before she picks up her phone and checks her text messages.
“Aahhh good! The limo’s here. No way I’m going to be able to get away tonight without a driver.”
The Other blows a kiss at the mirror and waves her fingeritps.
“Have a good night little mouse! Don’t wait up!!”
The Other shuts the door and starts walking towards the elevator. When the doors open, she looks at the mirrored wall and Raynin standing there behind the glass of the mirror looking pissed.
“You know it doesn’t work that way.”
The Other laughs evilly as she steps into the elevator.
“Oh yes… I know. Just like I know how much it’s going to torture you to watch me enjoy what I can experience in this body. Tonight is going to be… DELISCIOUS!!!”
Raynin rolls her eyes and pouts.
“Aww crap!!!”
The Other throws her head back, laughing wickedly as the elevator doors slide closed and the scene fades out.
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