Event: Climax Control... Sunday 06/03/2012
Venue: Aquarius Casino & Resort... Laughlin, Nevada
Match: MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH
Opponent: with JAMIE STAGGS, vs THE HARKORE WARRIORS, WEAPON-X and VIPER<hr size=1 color=silver><hr size=1 color=silver>
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The Rebellious One just can't seem to get cut a break!! What with the nightmares, and the emotional trauma that she's been going through, Raynin hasn't been able to get a win since losing her Bombshell Championship. Now, she's going to have to step into the ring with the husband of one of her former nemesis and tag with Jamie Staggs in a Mixed Tag Team match up against Weapon X and Viper, the Harkore Warriors. How will The Former Bombshell Champion fare when she has to team with a man she has never stepped into a ring with, against the seasoned veterans? Will she be able to keep her sanity together lon enough to finally get a win in her victory column again? Let's see what the future holds...
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********** WARNING!! **********
The following scenes contain content which is extremely graphic in nature. If you are squeamish, have a weak stomach, are faint of heart, or are eating, I'd suggest waiting until have something to settle your stomach before continuing. If you're easily frightened, then... well, you're a punk ass sissy and shouldn't be going any further. 
Parental discretion is advised.
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Time: Monday, May 28, 2012... 1:30 AM
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada… In Darknyss and Gothika's apartment...
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After everything she'd been through... The sleepless nights, the nightmares, the the constant upheavel that her life had been going through, it was no wonder that she wasn't able to get things done in the ring. She'd finally broken down and contacted her Abuelo and Abuela and invited them up to the states to celebrate Memorial Day with her and her friends.
Gothika and Darknyss were kind enough to allow them all to stay over that weekend as they were planning a big trip to a private park with a wave pool to have some fun in the sun, barbecue, eat and enjoy themselves. Her Abuela was happy at the sight of Darknyss's huge kitchen with the latest and greatest of appliances and cookware, and she'd sent them all to the store with a huge shopping list and promptly kicked Darknyss out of the kitchen for the duration of their stay. Darknyss wasn't complaining though, as she'd enjoyed the older woman's cooking as much as Raynin did. But her Abuela was nice, and promised that Darknyss could cook for the outing too, and they'd spent the entire day Sunday, before they had to go into the arena comparing cooking tips and tricks, swapping recipes and preparing the sides and getting the meats in marinades. To be honest, she couldn't wait to see how her Abuela would be able to put a good Mexican twist to Darknyss's Grandmother's recipe for Down Home Southern Smothered porkchops, baked macaroni and cheese and collard greens, but she know her Abuela would find a way to do it.
Raynin, El Jefe and Gothika knew better than to step foot into the kitchen while the two cooks were hard at work. Her Abuela and Darknyss both had promptly whacked El Jefe's hand with wooden spoons when he'd slipped into the kitchen for a snack and tried to sneak a chicken wing from the platter that was fresh out of the grease and sitting on the counter while their backs were to him. Raynin had warned him though... But of course with the smells coming from the kitchen, he couldn't help himself. They didn't even turn from the stove when the strikes came... it was more of a lean and thwack, and he was jumping around, waving his hand in the air yelling, 'AAAIIIIIIIIYYYYEEEEEE!!!' in just two seconds flat. It was like they saw him with eyes in the backs of their heads. They'd then just pointed at the door and he hung his head, turned around and headed back to the front room to watch movies with Raynin and Gothika.
The familiar sounds of her Abuela in the kitchen and the easygoing chatter between El Jefe and Gothika had lulled her into a sense of familiarity. One of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time, and contentment had settled into her like a pair of well worn jeans settle onto your hips. It just fit in all the right places. She'd chattered along with the rest of them and even smiled quite a bit that night as they'd seated themselves around the dining room table to have dinner. She listened to her El Jefe rave about the skills of her Abuela and Darknyss in the kitchen as they had black beans and rice with chorizo and slices of banana to go with chicken fried steak with garlic mashed potatoes and a thick meaty gravy. And of course there was the staple fruit punch kool-aid that Gothika and Darknyss both drank religiously but always called just 'red'. Though there was a glass decanter in the fridge that was filled with thick red stuff that had Gothika's name on it and a sign that read, 'Do Not Touch!!' that just had Raynin curious to no end. She was determined to figure out what it was. Some part of her just had to know, and wouldn't rest until she found out.
After their return from the latest taping of Climax Control, everyone was a little bit on edge. They were all dressed casually... Raynin in a pair of low rise cut off light blue jean shorts and the newest Fallen crop top which has a the team name in silver lettering across the chest with a golden broken halo hanging off of the capital F, and a pair of black Nikes with some white ankle socks. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail and is braided, hanging down over her left shoulder. Darknyss is wearing a pair of dark blue capris and a white wife beater tank top with a pair of white and blue reeboks, her hair pulled up in a silver clip with hanging tendrils framing her face, while Gothika has on a pair of black low rise jeans and a black corset style dress tank top, with silver ribbons crisscrossing the back. Her hair is frenchbraided delicately ending in an elaborate clip at the back of her head and the ends are hanging loosely upon her shoulders. El Jefe is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark blue silk button down shirt with a light blue tiger on the back and a black wife beater, with his long hair hanging around his shoulders loosely, while his wife is wearing a yellow and white polkadotted sun dress circa the nineteen fifties.
They all were a bit distressed over the announcement that had been made about Raynin's future opponents, and had sat down in the living room to discuss the upcoming match Raynin had with Jamie Staggs against the Harkore Warriors while her Abuela went into the kitchen to whip up a late night snack of sweet and sticky sopapillas and large glasses of milk. Darknyss leaned back in her large armchair an curled up with her plate and glass on the end table beside her and munched slowly on a chip, sucking the gooey and delectible honey from her fingers slowly.
"Alright, I'm just gonna jump right into the subject that's on everyone's mind and is haning out there like the big pink elephant in the middle of the room. I've got things on my mind and I'm gonna say them out loud. I don't like this matchup they've got you in one bit. I think this is a setup. Mark knows that I'm working on you case fo your rematch which he hasn't granted you yet, and he's trying to soften you up by distracting you with the tag team titles and putting other people in your path. I think Mark wants you hurt, on the shelf, or just plain out of the way so that every true opponent who Misty should be fearing is taken out of competition for the Bombshell title. And I dont want you to get put on the shelf. I say that you should just go out there and do your best but not get hurt in the process. Don't do your daredevil shit. Go out there and do some good mat wrestling, but don't get cocky or do anything crazy!"
El Jefe takes a large swallow of his milk and sighs heavily, picking up a napkin to wipe the milk from his moustache slowly.
"I agree with you on certain points Lady, but if you know Mi Rayniña, she's not about to just lay down and take a fall. She's a fighter. She's a flyer. Asking her not to go out there and try to wow the crowd is like asking her not to breathe. Plain and simple. People always underestimate her abilities... She even underestimates herelf which is probably why she's been doing so badly since losing her title. But if she just slows down and takes a breath, I'm sure she'll get back on the right track."
Gothika chimed in with her own two cents at that moment, holding up a hand and shaking her head slowly.
"Whoa El Jefe... We never said we didn't have confidence in Raynin's abilities... It's just... Think about it. Jamie Staggs is someone that she's never stepped into the ring eithe with nor against. Coupled with the fact that his wife absolutely hates her guts and will want to pull some 'Candyman' like action and rip her from gut to gullet like a fish! Kittie may be sitting at home right now, sharpening her knife or meat hook, or even worse, a grapefruit spoon just so that she'll have the right tool to try and take Raynin out when the moment arises. Kittie hasn't forgiven Raynin for taking the Bombshell title from her. Lady's right, this is a set up plain and simple for Raynin to get hurt and take her out of the title hunt for sure."
Raynin frowns and leans forward, tapping Gothika on the knee gently.
"Wait... did you just say a grapefruit spoon?"
Gothika nods and shrugs.
"Yeah, I did. What about it?"
Raynin rubs her forehead with her fingertips and chuckles.
"Um, just wondering... why a grapefruit spoon?"
Gothika shrugs again and lifts her eyebrows slowly.
"Well, cause it will take longer to gut you and will hurt more. Duh... I thought you knew."
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head as she leans back and continues to listen to the debate that's running back and forth between everyone seated as her Abuela brings out the last plate of sopapillas and sets it in front of Raynin and kisses the top of her head gently before she gives her own opinion on the situation.
"You are all sitting here givng you own opinions of what the reasons are for this matchup being made, but you've not stopped to ask the right questions. The first of which should be, 'how does Raynin feel about this match?' and the second and most important is, 'Do you even give Jamie a chance to be trusted or do you just advise Raynin to make sure to stay tagged into the match as much as possible?' Those are the questiosn you should be asking."
Everyone just goes silent and turn to look at the older woman who is standing behind Raynin with her hands on her shoulders, smiling down at the younger woman with pride.
"I know mi abuellita, and she is so much like you in the ring El Jefe, sometimes it's frightening. I see so much in her... So much potential... so much passion... So much anger over how she's been treated recently, and so much determination that she seems to be ablaze with it at times. She wants to redeem herself for her losses. She's hurting about all fo the losing she's done, and she's itching for the chance to get a win. She wants to make you all and herself proud and do a good job. She wants to prove that you all were warranted to put your faith in her and back her as the one to be champion. And to do so, she knows she's going to have to step up her game. Isn't that right mi abuellita?"
Raynin nods slowly and sets her plate and glass down on the coffee table before she leans back against the back of the couch.
"You've got it Abuela. And truth be told, I don't know why I've been slippin' so badly. I don't plan on stepping into the ring and getting my ass beat. But I tell you there is something going on here, and I want it to stop. I am the one who should rightfully be Bombshell Champion. Misty knows it, Vixen knows it, Mark Ward knows it... hell, even Weapon X and Viper know it. I go out there and I try to give it two hundred and ten percent whenever I step into the ring... but lately, I'm lucky if I can give it seventy five. That's no excuse... I know... But I want to apologize to you Darknyss and Gothika for letting the team down so badly during our match in the tournament. I could have done better. I know I CAN do better. And I WILL do better. and I'm going to start by goung out there next week on Climax Control and showing the Harkore Warriors why the Angels of the Fallen are a force to be reckoned with. We're not one trick ponies... We're not easy pickings to be plucked off one by one and cast aside. We're not second rate, second class, or second best! No way, no how! We're God's Wrath, sent down to earth... We fell from heaven to unleash hell, and by GOD I don't care who I'm teamed with, I'm going to go out there and fight like a ravenous beast from the bowels of the pit sent to feast on their souls!!"
She balls up her fist and punches the palm of her other hand with a sharp slapping sound. The look on her face is a mixture of determination, confusion, and a little bit of worry. She shakes her head slowly and sighs heavily as she holds her balled up fists tightly against her thighs.
"How do I feel about this match up? I feel... confused to tell the truth. This match is just something i wouldn't have expected. I mean... why team me with some total weirdo who's got a nutcase who can't stand me for a partner? Is this a test of my ability to be flexible? I mean, as a champion, I need to be able to work with just about anybody... not just you two Gothika and Darknyss. I know that as much as I love you both as friends, and I appreciate everything that you've done for me these past few months... maybe I have become too reliant on having you in my corner. As partners and stablemates, you guys are aces. You both have succeded on your own. You're multiple champions in your own right, no matter what happens here in the SCW. But me... I'm still proving myself to everyone... including myself. I'm still seen as the upstart rookie who snatched a victory from the jaws of defeat. Everyone views me as the weakest link... as the one to target to take out and make suffer because they all feel tha my win was a fluke. And look at me! I lose my title, and instead of holding my head high and working my way back to the top like I should have been doing, I've been wallowing around in my own funk. well, this funk stops here and now."
She takes a deep breath and opens her hands, looking down at her palms at the small beads of blood that have appeared there from how tightly she'd been squeezing her hands closed. She picks up a napkin and tears it in half, then balls the two pieces up in her hands to stop the small bubbles from getting any bigger. She swallows slowly and looks up from her hands and around at her friends and family.
"As far as trusting Jamie Staggs... When we're in the ring, I'll trust him. I'll have to. I'll have to trust that he'll have my back and make the tags when I need them, just as he'll have to trust ME to have his back. But then, I'm an honorable fighter. when I step into the ring, it's not about ego, or glory or fame or fortune... It's not about becoming Champion either. Each match is about the match itself, not what's at stake. It's about going out there and putting on an amazing show for the people out there in the seats and watching on tv as well as for myself. Truth be told, I'd forgotten about why I started wrestling, but I think I'm back in the right mindset now."
As she's talking, in the back of her mind, she hears that strange song being whistled softly. It slowly gets louder and louder until she gets to the point wher she's talking about her mindset.
<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FHcsjO-lVbw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Raynin has to stop what she's saying and put her fingertips to her temples and rub them slowly as she tries to concentrate and block out the whistling. It's then that she hears that voice so similar to her own, but with a snakelike hissing sibilance to it. The whistling stops as it speaks, but then continues as soon as it's finished speaking.
'You've got it all wrong Raynin! It's not about the fans at all!'She blinks rapidly and clears her throat, picking up her milk and taking a sip before she continues speaking.
"You're right El Jefe. I am a fighter. In the training I went throuh as a Marine, we believed in never giving up and never surrendering. We don't quit. We can't quit. We are trained in the knowledge that we are genetically dispositions not to quit. That word is stripped from our vocabulary when describing ourselves. So I don't care how low I get, I can't let anything stop me from putting up one hell of a fight! Weapon X and Viper have to think up on that. I've faced men twice my size, three times my weight, with guns, knives, machetes, spears, axes, heavy rocks... hell, I have even been attacked with a severed leg before. I've got scars decorating my body to prove that I'm no joke. Weapon X says that I need to fear Viper because she's got more muscle weight on me... a whole fifteen pounds of muscle weight. But muscle weight doesn't equal strength. It doesn't equal endurance. It doesn't equal skill. She's experienced... I'll give her that. She's faced alot of people in the past. Men, women... I think even a couple that would be listed in the 'other' catagory. And while I may have only been in the SCW for less than a year, I've experienced more in my lifetime than she has in the ring."
The voice whispers in her ear again.
'That's right... Tap into the dark side. Use the dark side of the force Luke!! I am your father!!!'She shakes her head as she tries to block out the voice in her head and reaches up to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"And while they are working towards what I think is a good cause, the ability for the females to face the men if they have the abilities and skills to do so... there are a few things they're forgetting..."
Darknyss nods slowly as she munches on more of her sopapillas and sucks the honey from her fingers.
"Yeah... I think it would be fun to stretch our wings outside of the Bombshell Division in the SCW. But I think we should take obstacles as they present themselves. We've got alot of really good competition here in the Bombshell division as it is. But if we could say, stretch out to the Roulette division... that would be cool too. Then you each could have some singles division gold around your waist. But you're right. The Harkore Warriors have underestimated us."
Raynin nods slowly and cracks a wicked smile.
"They have assumed that we are good girls. They think that because we are honorable ane decent folks that we won't come out swinging hard and fast. well, Weapon X and Viper are in for an extreme wake up call. Because we're not nice. We're not good. We simply are. We have no qualms about going out into the ring and kicking the shit out of someone to prove our point. And I plan on stomping a mud hole into viper once that bell rings. I have the fire burning inside of me that i had when I was going after the Bombshell Championship. And that means that I'm goign to be coming hard after each and every person who steps in my way. It's all about the victory my friends. It's all about the victory."
After she'd said that, the group had settled into a different converstaion, but in the back of her mind, she still heard that strange song continuing to be whistled. She heard the voice whispering to her softly over and over again..
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Late that evening... After everyone had calmed down and gotten ready for bed, Raynin curled up in the second spare room that Darknyss used for an office. She pulled out the sleeper sofa and had curled up under the comforter and tried to get some rest. She'd finally been able to sleep, but the nightmare that had plagued her came upon her as soon as she'd closed her eyes. The blood, the spiders, the maggots, the putrified flesh... all if it was right there behind her eyes. She saw the doppelgänger holding her down and trying to pry her jaw open. She could hear the sound of her jaw breking as it ripped her mouth open and forced it's way inside of her. she could feel the cold sliminess as it slid down he throat like an ichor covered snake sliding it's way across her skin and into her mough. She could taste the vileness and the bile rose in her throat. Her eyes immediately snapped open, and it was only the feel of her late night snack coming back up that had frozen the frantic scream from coming flying from her mouth as she ran to the bathroom and vomited as quietly as she could.
When her stomach was finally empty, she flushed the toilet and collapsed against the wall of the bathroom, breathing heavily with her arm draped across the bowl of the porcelain god she had just made an offering to. As she rested there, she heard that whistling song starting to reverbrate in her mind again. She stuck her fingers in her ear and shook her head slowly, trying to block it out.
"NO! No no no no! You're not real!! I don't hear you!!"
She then heard what sounded like a telephone ringing. She looked around confused, as she knew everyone in the apartment only had cellphones. She stood up and slowly walked out of the bathroom, looking around for the sound of the ringing telephone. It leads her to the kitchen where sitting in the center of the counter is one of those old school rotary telephones. She lifts the handle and brings the receiver to her ear...
"Um... Hello?"
That all too familiar voice starts to speak to her again...
'The viper! She is coming!!'She screams into the receiver...
"I don't care!! Let her come!! And I'll just do what they teach you to do to every snake!! Take her fucking head off and the body will die, so I'll knock it of with aclothesline from hell!!"
Just then, the lights click on and Raynin spins around quickly, holding the receiver to her ear still as she hears the voice say...
'The viper! She is coming!! And she will vipe your vindows vith vindex!!'Raynin gasps as she sees Gothika standing in the doorway, looking at her strangely.
"Um, if you want to talk to bananas... next time just let us know..."
Raynin looks at her hand and sees that she's not holdin a phone but a banana to her ear and she drop it quickly as the scene fades out...
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