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Event: Climax Control...  11-20-11

Venue: Centennial Hills Community Center, Las Vegas, NV

Match: Parking Lot Brawl

Opponent: Angelica


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Come One, Come All!!  Hurry!  Hurry!!  Step right up and see the bout the world is anticipating the most!!  It's sure to be a battle of Epic proportions!! Raynin Versus Angelica...  Parking Lot Brawl!!  You can see it one place and one place only... Sin City Wrestling!!  At the Centennial Hills Community Center in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada!!...  But before then, Raynin is preparing herself in what most might consider a very unusual way.  When most might be out training with their trainers and goign to the gym, Raynin is off doing... other things.  What's she doing?...  Let's find out...


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Definitions of ”   MOTIVATION"

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1. the act or an instance of motivating,  or providing with a reason to act in a certain way:  Synonyms: motive, inspiration, inducement, cause, impetus.
2. the state or condition of being motivated:
3. something that motivates;  inducement; incentive:

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Time:  November 7, 2011, 10:30 PM...  

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada...  Just off the Strip...  Outside of Club Gazzmic...


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The spot is jumpin'!  Everyone's all ready cause it's Mojito Monday and those drinks are two bucks a pop, and ladies drink half off until one in the morning!  The line's already curved back down the block!  They've been nice and put up speakers outside of the building so even if you're outside in line, you can still enjoy yourself.  The ladies are dressed to impress and they know it...  The guys are in their best and they're showin' it...  There's bling everywhere the eye can see, and even outside, people can't help but move their bodies to the beat of the music that's playing.  


She's standing about half way through the line and is looking a bit bored.  It's been a while since she'd been to a club because she hadn't had anyone that she really wanted to go dancing with.  She's leaning against the wall and is playing a fighting game on her iPhone.  It looks a little like SoulBlade, but from the distance, you can't be sure.  As you take in the sight of her standing there, you can't help but be impressed.  She's looking so good, it's one of those moments where you have to start at the bottom and work your way up to the top... slowly.  


She's wearing black strappy sandals, and her toes are painted a deep red color.  Her legs are tanned to the color of molten hot butterscotch, and look so inviting that  you just want to reach out and touch them.  Around her ankle, she's got a diamond tennis anklet that catches the light as she leans against the wall, shaking her ankle slowly to the beat of the music.  Above the anklet, there's nothing but smooth skin until you come to just a few inches below her behind where the hem of her dress begins.  The skin tight black fabric of the dress shows off the swells of her butt and her hips as she reaches down with a hand really quickly and gives the hem a little tug down as a breeze touches somewhere she normally wouldn't expect to feel anything.  The dress is short enough that you can't help to try and check to see if you can see a hint of panty, but the aura emanating from her body lets you know that if you try, you'll probably be picking up more than just your teeth up from off of the sidewalk.  The sides of the dress between the hips to just below the swells of the bodice, the dress is just thin straps that cling to her waist and show way more skin than it covers.  There's a single strap of fabric that goes down the front and back of the dress connecting the bodice to the skirt.  She wiggles her hips a bit as a song she likes plays over the speakers and it's like your eyes are glued to her moving body.  She spins a bit and crosses her legs again and you can see the front of the dress comes together and is gathered bandeau style at the center of the bodice, making her cleavage very prominent.  There's a rhinestone band at the center, and the black straps going up her shoulders are studded with rhinestones as well.  Dangling between her breasts from a single silver chain is a black crystal heart surrounded by diamonds, and the matching bracelet and earrings in her ears are catching the light like crazy.  Her hair is curled and sways in the light breeze gently and looks so touchable and soft that you just want to run your fingers through it.  Her lips have a soft dark rose hint of color with gloss that makes them look like they've just been kissed and kissed hard.  Every inch of her upper body that can be seen has been dusted with very fine gold body glitter, making her skin seem to glisten and catch the light...  All in all, the look is breathtaking and heart-stopping, even as she leans against the wall looking bored.


She stands up and looks further up the line at the front door and sighs as she pauses her game and goes to the messages app.  She types out a quick message.

'Hey, it's Raynin. Am outside. Can't get in, line's 2 long.'


She goes back to playing her game as she waits for a reply and when it comes, sighs softly.


'HAHA!! How long U been waitin'? U don't wait, go 2 the front. Sending somebody 2 get U'


She rolls her eyes and straightens her dress, then starts to walk up to the front of the line.  As she's walking, she's getting catcalls and whistles from guys who are in the line and she ignores them, until one guy gets adventurous and reaches out and grabs her behind.


"Oh yeah...  That's ass is TIGHT!!!  Come on and stand with me baby and I'll... UUURRRRKKKK!!!"


He doesn't get to finish his statement because Raynin has grabbed his hand and twisted it backward, reaching out with her other hand and chopping him in the throat in a move so quick, all you see is her pulling back to continue walking on.  She puts a finger on his forehead and pushes him backward, making him stagger.


"YOU don't get to TOUCH ME you worthless piece of FILTH!!!"


The guy looks shocked as he gasps for breath.  He stands there, his hands to his throat, floundering as he coughs and leans over trying to catch his breath.  The women around him start to clap and cheer for Raynin, yelling their thanks as he's apparently been harassing anything in a skirt.  She holds up two fingers and nods before she continues walking towards the front of the line and sighs, shaking her head as she flips her hair back over her shoulder.


"Man, I tell ya'...  Some guys always think that just cause a chick is in a short skirt, or cleans up well that she's a ho or somethin'.  My Daddy always used to say, 'don't make assumptions...  because you end up making an ass out of you... and umption.'  Sage wisdom to live by these days.  And wisdom that certain folks need to take to heart in Sin City Wrestling."


She stops and leans forward at the waist, adjusting the ankle bracelet and the strap on one of her shoes.  As she does, behind her she hears a guy scream out...


"GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY!!  LOOK AT THAT!!  IT'S A SIGHT STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN ITSELF!!"


She turns to look behind her and a buy is standing there, looking her up and down like she's a piece of meat and she shakes her head slowly before she stands, tossing her hair back into place and continuing her stroll back towards the head of the line.


"I'm surprised about one thing really...  My opponent for Climax Control... She claims to not be underestimating me, but that's exactly what she's done.  She's more hung up on what Darknyss had to say to me than... well... ME!"


Raynin laughs and shakes her head slowly.


"But then, I rather enjoy it when I'm underestimated.  She can look at me and think that I'm a pushover because I came right into a match and quote, unquote, sneak attacked her...  But at Climax Control, there will be no such things as sneak attacks.  It will be she and I... face to face, one on one, not in a squared circle where all she has to worry about is being tossed over the top rope or maybe being hit with a really hard clothesline, but instead in a Parking Lot Brawl where there's nothing to pad your impact on the cold, hard concrete.  This is the kind of match where the Women are filtered out from the little girls... where Bombshells are distinguished from duds...  Where Raynin steps up and shows that she's one of the top females in this company, and takes her place among the Bombshell Elites, and Angelica is forced to run back to her little boyfriend and try to bat her eyelashes to get another shot by spreading her legs again."


She checks her nails and frowns as she realizes the one thing she didn't do was go and get a manicure, then shrugs as she keeps walking, her hips swaying slowly.


"The one thing I don't get is how she can come out and say with a straight face that she's not a whore...  Angelica flat out STATED that the way she got into the Bombshell Gauntlet match was by sleeping her way to get there...  What does that make you?  A dag blasted SAINT??!!  I don't think so...  A whore is a whore...  you sleep with men for money or possible financial gain... you're a whore.  You can call it whatever you want...  Girlfriend for hire...  Sexual consultant...  Escort with benefits...  A ho is a ho is a ho!  I could SEE if you were going around like a virgin in fear of your virtue wearing a chastity belt and trying to wrestle with your knees chained together cause you wanted to make sure no one could even pretend to think that you were anything else... But when you ADMIT that you did whorish things... BRAG about it... FLAUNT IT ABOUT...  Well then girl... that makes you a whore.  You can't say you're a whore one minute, then turn around and claim that you're not the next...  What do that call that in political terms again...  oh yeah...  A Bill Clinton statement...  you know, and his whole, 'I did not inhale' and 'I did not sleep with that women even though she may have sucked my cock a little bit...' kind of statement.  You can't flip flop on this... Either you did it and you're  a ho, or you didn't and you're a liar.  Either way, I've got about as much respect for you out of the ring as I do the gum on my shoe."


She lifts her arms over her shoulders and stretches with a yawn.


"In the ring... Well,  you did hold your own against a couple of those chick, but I can't say I respect you in the ring yet, cause you still haven't proven yourself to ME personally!  But we shall see how long you last when we're in the middle of that parking lot.  But the thing you have to realize is... this is what I've spent years training for.  This is what I made my living doing.  And it's not just in the middle of a parking lot with a referee waiting to count you out.  You may have had training in a gym, sparring with some blonde chick name Tammy, or Ashley...  But I did my training in the most intense of ways.  The back alleys of Afghanistan... buildings in ruin from bomb blasts... having to watch where you step and fall for fear of activating a stray landmine...  Mumbai, where if you lose the person may just cut your head off and wear your teeth as a trophy...  The jungles of Brazil where if the guerrilla fighters don't kill you, the wildlife just might...  THAT'S where I did MY training for this kind of match!!  It wasn't for glory, it wasn't for fun, it wasn't to win a belt... It was to save lives and hell, just to fuckin' SURVIVE that I fought.  You think you're so bad...  Hell, I'm worse than a fuckin' DEMON in these kinds of matches, because I don't fight just to win.  I fight to SURVIVE!  I fight as if if you DON'T win, your life is in danger, and losing equals DEATH!!!  You have NO IDEA what kind of a fight that can be!!  But soon... very soon you will.  And once your eyes have finally been opened to that kind of a fight...  Hell, if you make it through even five MINUTES of that kind of a fight... maybe... just maybe I'll begin to respect your abilities.  But until then... you're just another deluded little girl."


She finally makes it to the head of the line and steps up to the bouncer who has his back turned and is talking to someone inside of the door.  She reaches out and taps the bouncer on the shoulder who turns around and looks her up and down and laughs.


"Sheeit, ain'tchoo cold, gurl?"


Raynin smiles sweetly and cocks her head to the side.


"Actually, now that I'm outta line, I'm freezin' my tits off.  Look, my friends are already inside.  They told me that my name should be on the list."


The bouncer crosses his arms and looks her up and down and chuckles.


"Yeah, that's what they all say.  That cat about for heads back keeps sayin' he's the Prince of Persia.  There's a blonde chick who kept sayin' she was Paris Hilton, sayin' everything was hot, but you could tell she was no Paris Hilton.  And then, there's this weird old guy who kept hittin' on the girls in line and struttin' back and forth like a peacock and sayin' he was gonna buy this club if I didn't let him in and have me fired..."


From the further back in the line you hear a deep male voice which kinda sounds familiar yell out...


"YOU'RE FFFIIIRRREEEDD!!!"


Raynin looks around confused and frowns as the bouncer shakes his head and chuckles.


"Look gurlie... I hate to say it cause you are lookin' kinda fine right about now but... There ain't no list, and there ain't no gettin' in unless you make it through the line."


Just then, a familiar feminine voice calls out from the shadows of the doorway to the club.


"Don't worry Clarence.  She's with me."


Raynin looks up and sees Darknyss come stepping out of the club.  She's wearing a black lace dress that's damned near see through.  Beneath which she's got a strapless bra.  The skirt is a little less opaque, but you can see the outline of a thong and the flash of her skin underneath.  The arms are full and flair out from elbow to wrist, and her arms are decked out with silver bangles. She's wearing black thigh high leather boots and there's a black leather choker decked out with rhinestones around her throat.  Her hair is hanging down her back in loose waves and there's purple streaks in the front of it's curls.  She smiles as the bouncer takes her hand and kisses the back of it gently.


"Had I known she was here with you, I'd have let her in with no questions Lady."


Raynin looks from the bouncer to Darknyss, then back to the bouncer and back to Darknyss again, holding up a finger looking confused.


"Wait a minute!!  How did you??..."


Darknyss shrugs and winks.


"Ancient Chinese Secret.  I'll tell you about it later.  Come on, the spot is on fire tonight!!  Let's go dance!!"


Darknyss grabs Raynin's hand and pulls her into the club giggling as the scene fades out.


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Time:  November 8, 2011...  1:50 AM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada...  Just off the Strip...  Inside of Club Gazzmic...


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The party is still going strong, even though it's almost 2 in the morning.  The DJ's been spinnin' the hot tracks that keeps the bodies in motion.  The dance floor has been packed from opening with folks from the moment the doors opened, and the intensity isn't letting up.  The lights are bouncing everywhere, and people are doing the same, all having an awesome time.  Smack dab in the center of the crush of bodies are the group from Sin City Wrestling.  Darknyss an Raynin are moving to the music, looking like they get paid to dance.  


Raynin motions that she wants to get a drink, and she and Darknyss head off the dancefloor towards the VIP room in the back.  They grab a couple of bottles of water and sit down on a couch, breathing heavily.  Raynin is grinning from ear to ear.


"MAN!!  I haven't done something like this in so long!!"


Darknyss chuckles and takes a sip of her water.


"I try to do it at least once a week.  Helps keep my cardio up and it's fun to do."


Raynin chuckles and shakes her head, sighing heavily.


"So, how did you end up here tonight?"


Darknyss grins and shrugs.


"Claire and I go way back.  She did my make up when I was in GXW.  She saw me and told me about tonight and asked where we should go, and I mentioned this place.  A friend of mine owns it."


Raynin nods slowly and leans forward a bit.


"Did you also come so you could talk to me cause I didn't call you back?"


Darknyss throws her head back and laughs.


"Ok, you got me.  Guilty.  I just thought it would make you feel less intimidated if you saw me like this, and not as like I'm the Great and powerful Oz kind of situation.  Look, I'm here to make you an offer.  Let me take you under my wing.  Show you some things...  You're awesome in the ring, but you're too controlled... You need to let loose... let your hair down... Mix things up a bit.  And I can show you how to do just that."


Raynin cocks her head to the side and chuckles.


"Does this have anything to do with Angelica being my opponent at Climax Control?"


Darknyss chuckles and nods slowly.


"Ok, that too.  I just can't stand the copycattin' little ho.  Look, the offer's on the table.  You just let me know."


Darknyss jumps back up as the music changes and dances her way back off to the dancefloor, leaving Raynin to sit and think about things as the scene fades out.



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An Over The Top Rope Elimination Gauntlet match is the next task in store for Raynin.  Will she prove that she's got what it takes to truly be the Best Bombshell in the Sin City Wrestling and be the first to claim the truly coveted Bombshell Championship Title?  Will the proposed team up between Fantasia and Raynin pay off during the match to bring her dreams of becoming Champion to fruition?  She's got alot on her mind as she prepares herself for some stiff competition as she has to take out Angelica, Allison Summers, Rebecca Blades, Kittie, Misty, and Fantasia.  Let's find out...


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Definitions of "RESPECT"



1. a particular, detail, or point (usually preceded by in): to differ in some respect.

2. relation or reference: inquiries with respect to a route.

3. esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability: I have great respect for her judgment.

4. deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly.

5. the condition of being esteemed or honored: to be held in respect.

6. To feel or show deferential regard for; esteem.

7. To avoid violation of or interference with: respect the speed limit.

8. To relate or refer to; concern.

9. A feeling of appreciative, often deferential regard; esteem. See Synonyms at regard.

10. The state of being regarded with honor or esteem.

11. Willingness to show consideration or appreciation.

12. respects Polite expressions of consideration or deference: pay one's respects.

13. A particular aspect, feature, or detail: In many respects this is an important decision.

14. an attitude of deference, admiration, or esteem; regard

15. the state of being honoured or esteemed

16. a detail, point, or characteristic; particular he differs in some respects from his son

17. reference or relation (esp in the phrases in respect of, with respect to)

18. polite or kind regard; consideration respect for people's feelings

19. (often plural) an expression of esteem or regard (esp in the phrase pay one's respects)

20. to have an attitude of esteem towards; show or have respect for to respect one's elders

21. to pay proper attention to; not violate to respect Swiss neutrality

22. to show consideration for; treat courteously or kindly

23. Archaic to concern or refer to
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Time:  October 25, 2011, 9:30 PM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada...  Raynin's Apartment...


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It was another night for her, like so many others she's lived through in her life.  Most nights, she's curled up in an easy chair, wrapped up in a crocheted blanket.  She's got a bowl of ramen noodles in her lap which she's put some vegetables in and she's munching on them slowly, using some chopsticks.  Not the most glamorous fare that you'd expect for a Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell to be eating, but she was always one for the simpler things in life.  


If you looked around her apartment, you would see that it wasn't anything special.  It's an industrial loft, with minimal furniture, a couch, an easy chair, and a bed in one side of the room with a dresser a tv and a mirror.  She's also got a small table with two chairs in the kitchen area, with the majority of the rest of the space having been set up to be her own private training ground. 


Tonight, she's got alot on her mind, so she's decided she needed a bit of meditation to clear her mind.   In one corner of her training ground, she's set up a kind of shrine.  On one wall of the north east corner of her apartment, she shows her religious side.  Everything is surrounded by rows upon rows of candles.  Being the devout Catholic that she is, she's got a trio of statues set up, one in the center of Jesus Christ, with one to the right of the Virgin Mary, and one to the left of Saint Mary of Magdalene.  The statues are set up in front of a crucifix which is attached to the wall hanging above everything.  She's even got a small dish of holy water which she gets blessed by a local priest every week.  


To contrast the Christianity of it all, on the other wall of the north east corner of her apartment, she's set up a small buddhist shrine.  She's got small rock waterfalls set up on either side of a larger statue of buddha and they're bubbling quietly.  She's got incense set up to burn when she needs, and a serenity gong as well.  This one corner she keeps sectioned off with a paper privacy screen, so she can have one tranquil spot in her own space.


She's dressed in a pair of grey yoga pants and a dark blue sports camisole.  Her long hair is pulled back in a tight frenchbraid, and the tail of it is wrapped up in a low bun at the base of her skull.  She's barefoot, her toes painted in a soft pink color from her recent pedicure.  It's one of the few things she actually indulges in on a weekly basis.  She's kneeling on the floor in front of the two shrines, looking back and forth from one to the other.  She finally decides what she needs to do.  She sighs and pulls out a pair of small candles and lights them on the largest candle surrounding the statues in front of the crucifix and sets them in a pair of candle holders with the others.  She folds her hands in her lap and lowers her head slowly.


"Holy Father, I'm coming to you today for your forgiveness.  It's been a month since my last confession, and I know that you understand why I don't take these sessions to an actual priest.  It's always been... safer for all who are involved to just keep them strictly between us.  Help me to remember the child I was before...  Forgive me for the woman I've been...  and for the woman I must become.  I light this candle to honor her memory.  And I light the second candle to send up my sins and transgressions so that I may be washed clean and be made anew."


She sighs and picks up a rosary from off of the small altar, kisses the crucifix on the end of the chain and starts to run the beads through her fingers slowly.


"I'm coming to ask forgiveness for both what I've done and what I'm about to do.  I am asking forgiveness for what I did during the graveyard match.  I lost my cool and I wanted to seriously hurt Kittie.  She pushed my buttons and took me to that place that causes me to contemplate some serious wetwork.  But in a way, that's a good thing.  It's made me want to win the Bombshell Championship match so much more.  I have to admit...  I'd forgotten just how good it feels to have some competition that's not trying to actually kill me.  Though in Kittie's case, that might actually have been what she was trying to do.  She's nuts!  She's twisted!!  She's... She's amazing!!  And that's exactly what I need to push myself to the next level!  I need someone who is going to not hold back one bit to take things from that normal level of just good to the awesomeness that is bubbling just beneath the surface."


She looks down at the rosary and breathes deeply before she looks back up at the faces of the statues in front of her. 


"It's like a whole new door within me has opened up and I'm becoming something new... someone new... someone different from who I was before.  I know this is true because while I wanted to just let it all go, I didn't.  I kept on my eyepatch.  I don't think any of the others even realized that I still had it on.  I don't even think they noticed really.  I can't believe that I left it on.  Who knows... maybe if I had actually taken it off, I could have won that match."


She takes a deep breath and shakes her head slowly.  She reaches into the front of her top and pulls out her eyepatch, looking down at it as she sighs softly.


"This patch has been with me through thick and thin.  This is how I trained as a kid.  Tia Angel felt that it would help me to with my training.  I wore this patch through my lucha libre training as well as my martial arts training.  I did my first clothesline wearing this thing, as well as received my first set of stitches from a misstep while doing training with my katana against Tia Angel's squadmate, Vlad.  It's how I learned to shoot an arrow from a bow, a bolt from a crossbow, and a bullet from a gun.  It helped me to focus on my target and keep my mind set on the task at hand.  I wore it through every mission I had after making it through basic training...  It's defined my transformation from who I once was to the person I've become..."


As Raynin's talking, different scenes from her past begin to play on the canvas of her mind.  She sees herself as a teenager, doing a martial arts katta with her Aunt wearing the eyepatch.  It fades into a scene of herself sparring with her Aunt, this time with the eyepatch on the other eye.  The scene fades to a scene of Raynin as a child with her Grandfather watching her as she trains with him, wearing the eyepatch as she does rolls and runs the ropes of a wrestling ring.  She doesn't time her turn right and barrels through the ropes, and lands on her back on the outside of the ring, holding her back and wincing.  She gets angry and moves to remove the eyepatch, but a stern look from her Grandfather makes her sigh heavily, then stand slowly and climb back into the ring to go back to running the ropes.  This time she hits the ropes squarely and rebounds, picking up speed as she moves.  The scene fades out to another scene of Raynin as an adult in fatigues.  She's got the eyepatch on, holding a semi-automatic rifle up to her shoulder, and she's shooting at a target in the distance.  She doesn't flinch as she draws a large 'X' from the center of the target out.  Her Aunt walks over to her and pats her on the shoulder and nods.  The scene fades out to Raynin as a teenager again, sparring using swords with an older man with red hair, both in black gi, the swords moving almost impossibly fast as they go back and forth and circle one another.  


The scenes stop playing through her min and she sits there, still looking down at the eyepatch.  She closes her fist around it and chuckles softly to herself.


"I learned to heighten my senses with this eyepatch.  My depth perception became sharper.  My hearing was taken to a different level.  It got so I could smell the sweat and adrenaline on a person's skin so I could almost sense a person coming at me so I could dodge any attack before it came at me...  We used the eyepatch as a way to buil my speed and accuracy.  With this on, I was good... very damned good at what I did.  An when I took it off... I was that much better.  It was like when I take off my eyepatch during a mission, or a sparring match in my training, because of the training for so long wtih it on, it's like a releasing of sealed powers.  And I only took this off if I knew that what I was facing was a challenge that warrants me needing that extra... oomph I guess is the best way to put it.  For when I need that extra bit of get up and go so to speak."


She chuckles to herself again and slips the eyepatch back in her top and goes back to sliing the rosary beads slowly through her fingers.


"It seems I underestimated the level of competition in this company.  I thought that I could take out Allison, Kitty and Misty without the use of my full potential.  Who knows... had I simply taken off my eyepatch at the beginning of the match, things woul have ended very much differently.  But as my Tia Angel always used to say, 'hind sight is always twnety twenty.  We need to have our future sight just as strong.  And that takes planning, strategy, prior knowledge of our objective, and the reduction of luck from our targets.  And for me, that means I'll need to continue my training, study my opponents... learn their moves and work out counters to their moves..."


She sighs heavily and shakes her head slowly.


"This will mean a call to mi Abuello.  If I know him, he's already watched Climax Control and will ahve some suggestions for me.  One of the biggest ones being, 'stop thinking I don't need to use my full potential to come out on top.'  I know for a fact that to win this, I'll need to take off my eyepatch as soon as I step in the ring... and that's just what I'm gonna do.  I'm stepping up for this with both eyes open.  No question about that.  And I'll leave my opponents laying in the ring with both eyes shut."


She dips her fingers in the holy water and crosses herself before bringing the rosary to her lips once more, kissing it gently.


"I pray that you will give me the clarity I need to see things through to completion, and grant me the serenity I need to not lose my head and keep my cool so that I can execute my plan of attack with precision.  In your son's name... Amen."


She stands slowly and places the rosary back on the altar and she seems to have a look of peace on her face.  She almost looks like a different person as she stands there in the light of the candles.  The lines of her face have softened, and she looks like the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders.  She sighs softly and nods to herself before she walks around the privacy screen...


And a whole new look descends on her face.  She's got a look of determination and fierceness on her face now.  She walks across the floor and picks up her cellphone, placing it on her speaker dock an dials an international number from memory.  The phone rings over speaker as she moves to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water from inside.  The phone is answered on the third ring and the voice that comforted her as a child answers.


"Hola Rayniña."


She smiles softly at the sound of her Grandmother calling her by an old nickname.  She also hears running water in the background, so she knows that her Grandmother is in the kitchen, more than likely finishing up the dishes from dinner.  She opens her water as she speaks.


"Hola Abuela.  I'm sorry to disturb you so late.  Where's El Jefe?  Is he still downstairs, or has he closed for the night?"


She hears her Grandmother turn off the water before she answers.


"You didn't disturb us Niña.  He worked late with an old friend.  You know how he can be when he's helping someone.  We just finished eating.  We had one of your favorites.  Black beans and rice with bananas."


She chuckles as she hears her Grandfather's deep voice rumble in the background.


"Tell her I watched her on the tv.  She was sloppy!  I have some pointers for her."


She can't help but smile as sips her water and she hears her Grandmother yell back her answer.


"Kaiate!  Hush you!  I'll let you talk to her after I'm through you old goat!  He always interrupts us when I'm trying to talk to you!  He's so bossy sometimes!  I swear, he took the right name when he decided to become 'El Jefe' cause all he does is try and tell everyone what to do.  Now...  Niña...  I watched you on the tv with him.  You know what I'm gonna say...  you're not eating enough.  You're so thin!!  I swear, when you come and visit, I'm going to sit you down and make you eat!" 


She throws her head back and laughs.


"Well Abuela, you always thought I was too skinny.  You said the same thing about my mother.  But I promise you, I'm eating.  It's all of the training that I do.  But you know I will never turn down one of your meals.  And I will be coming to visit soon.  I know he will want to work with me some." 


She hears her Grandmother moving dishes around in the kitchen and finally she hears a chair scrape the floor loudly and her Grandmother sigh heavily as she sits.


"You know you work too much Niña.  But then, I think you get that from your Abuelo.  You and he both just don't know how to sit still long enough to rest.  I remember when I first met him.  He was so handsome in his mask.  But then, you don't have to sit and listen to me reminisce about things like that."


Raynin sighs heavily and sits on the bed, curling her feet up beneath her.  She takes another sip of her water before she speaks.


"I took a trip to the casino before Climax Control.  I won.  I'm sending what I won to you and El Jefe."


Her Grandmother sighs and Raynin knows she's sitting there at the kitchen table, wiping minuscule crumbs from the surface into a napkin.


"You know that you don't need to do that Niña.  The gym is doing well.  We got three new applicants last week."


Raynin shakes her head and falls back on her ppillow.


"And I also know that El Jefe is probably helping them without charging them, just like he did the last four to come out of the facility.  He's too nice sometimes.  I know he wants to keep lucha libre alive and well, but he's letting the wrong kinds of people in and you know it.  Not everyone is meant for the mask.  I know I wasn't.  And it killed him to know that, but I just think I'm too pretty to put my face behind a mask.  Besides... I couldn't wear my eyepatch with a mask on."


She hears her Grandmother make a rude noise and she can't help but grin.


"Personally I can't stand that horrid thing.  Your eyes work perfectly fine.  There's no need for you to wear that thing."


Raynin chuckles as she hears her Grandfather's booming voice start to bellow from the other room and getting closer as he comes into the kitchen.


"Of course she has to wear it.  How else do you expect her to get any better?  And would you please pull out the sopapillas you promised me after I took out the trash?"


Her Grandmother sighs heavily again and you hear her pushing the chair back as she stands.  


"Here's your Grandfather Niña.  Te Amo mi bonita."


Raynin chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

"I love you too Abuela"


She hears her Grandfather clearing his throat and saying something softly to her Grandmother, as they pass the phone between one another and a soft kiss being shared between them.  Raynin wonders at how they've still found time in all of their years together to still keep that affection and love between them.  Then she hears her Grandfather's voice speak, and she feels like she's eleven years old all over again.  His tone just commands the utmost respect.


"Rayniña...  You have forgotten your fundamentals."


Raynin stammers and sputters as she treis to deny the accusation.


"El Jefe... I haven't forgotten my fundamentals!!  I... I... I still know how to do a drop toe hold and a clothsline!  Even a suplex!!..  I swear!!  I..."


He interrupts her with a disapproving grunt that stops her mid sentence.  He takes a deep breath and when he speaks his tone sends her back to feeling like the eleven year old girl she was when she started her training with him.


“You have chosen to neglect your fundamentals Niña.  You have chosen to become so wrapped up in the flashy and the devastating moves that you have forgotten what it means to wear your opponent down with your fundamentals.  Admit it to yourself and to me!  If you don’t, then I won’t tell you what you need to know in order to win in this Over the top rope Gauntlet match!  And even worse, you will continue to fail!”


Raynin pouts petulantly for a few minutes, then she sighs and slowly.


“Si Abuelo.  Perdóname por favor.  You are right.  I admit it.”


Her Grandfather grunts again and takes a deep breath before he continues to speak.


“You keep talking about luck.  Luck is an illusion!  Luck is what someone who has lost their focus and caused themselves to fail says about the person who wanted it  just that much more than they did!  You lost at Climax Control not because someone else was lucky, but because you didn’t want it badly enough!  Admit it to yourself!!”


Raynin curls up on the bed hugging her pillow and when she speaks, she sounds like a child who is being chastised.


“Si Abuelo.  Perdóname por favor.  You are right.  I admit it.”


She hears her Grandfather start to munch on the sopapillas her Grandmother have made and her mouth starts to water as she imagines the crunchiness of the chips and the sweet taste of the honey of her favorite dessert.  She puts the pillow over her face and moans softly to herself as she hears her Grandfather sucking the last of the sweetness from his fingers.


“Abuelo!!  That’s so unfair!!  You know how much I love Abuela’s sopapillas!!”


Her Grandfather chuckles softly to himself.


“Consider this your punishment for taking your eye off of the ball.  You underestimated just how good these other chicas actually MIGHT be!  And something tells me that you’re starting to do the same with going into this matchup!  And that’s the last thing you need right at this is to not be focused!  Do you think that I lost focus in the ring?  Do you think I could have become El Jefe if I got too cocky and arrogant and forgot the most important parts of my training?  Of course not!  And neither should you!”


She sighs again and looks almost as if she’s about to cry.


“Si Abuelo.  Perdóname por favor.  You are right.  I admit it.”


Her Grandfather sighs softly and sucks at his fingers a few more times, and she groans at the sound of the sweet treat being enjoyed.  She smacks his lips slowly as he chews.


“I bet you forgot about the all time most important tip one needs when dealing in an over the top rope match.  I think if I remind you of it, that you’ll remember how important it is to not forget your fundamentals in the future.


She sits up and sighs softly.


“Please El Jefe.  I promise you, I won’t forget my fundamentals in the future.  I want to be the first ever Bombshell Champion so badly, I can literally taste it!  If I do win, it will be sweeter than those sopapillas you’re torturing me with, and  you know it!!”


Her Grandfather crunches on more sopapillas and chews slowly before he says three simple words…


"Pelar el gato.”


Raynin frowns for a moment as she tries to remember what fundamental those words are for.


"Pelar el gato?”


She hears her Grandfather take a deep breath and knows he’s nodding slowly.


“Si…  Pelar el gato.”


She furrows her eyebrows as she thinks to herself about those three words…


"Pelar el gato…  Pelar el gato… Pelar el gato… Pelar el gato?…”


Her Grandfather nods again and munches on more sopapillas.


“Si… Pelar el gato.”


Finally, it’s like a lightbulb goes off in her head and she sits up straight, an excited light glinting in her eyes.


"Pelar el gato?!!!”


Her Grandfather munches more and swallows and clears his throat, sounding proud that she’s finally gotten what she’s been trying to get through her thick skull.


“Si… Pelar el gato.”


Raynin jumps up off of the bed and starts to jump around excitedly.


"Pelar el gato!!  How in the world could I have forgotten about that??!!  You’re right! It’s part of my fundamentals!!  I’m so sorry El Jefe!!  I won’t forget them ever again!!  I feel so stupid!!  It was staring me right there in the face!!…  I promise you Abuelo!  I won’t fail you again!!  Pelar el gato!!  It’s so simple!!  I have to go and get started working on those fundamentals!!  Pelar el gato!!  Muchos Gracias El Jefe!! Te Amo!”


She giggles as she hears her Grandfather munching again and tries to mumble his goodbyes around his sopapillas and she hangs up on him.  She then jumps in the air and shrieks as the scene fades out…


"Pelar el gato!!!”


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Time:  October 26, 2011...  11:30 AM

Place:  Just outside Las Vegas, Nevada...  Specific location:  Unknown...



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"Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!!"


Those three words are what have her hanging here, dangling above a tank of icy cold water by a wire the same thickness as the ropes of a wrestling ring, her muscles trembling as she pulls her body up over the wire and back again over and over again.  She can feel her body protesting as she’s been doing this over and over again till the point where she wants to almost pass out, but she knows she can’t stop now… not quite yet…


"Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!!”


She’d spent the first few hours in the practice ring she had set up with her sparring partner, letting him throw his two hundred and forty-five pound body against hers over and over again as she stood on the ring apron and held onto the ropes, not letting go.  She finally realized that with an over the top rope match, the one primary thing she needed to make sure didn’t happen was that she wasn’t allowed to actually go over the top rope no matter what.  So she’d spent hours on hours working on her hand grip strength, her arm strength, her grip stamina…  She had to make sure that no matter what, if she was ever put into this situation, that she wouldn’t be actually sent to the arena floor...


"Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!!”


She’d spent the next few hours letting her sparring partner toss her over the top rope while she grabbed on in any way possible and stopped herself from going over to the arena floor.  She’s pulled herself back over the top rope… Wrapped her body around the ropes and held on for dear life… flipped herself over the top and back into the middle ropes… ducked under the bottom ropes… Anything it took to not go down to the floor.  She let this man brutalize her body in the name of preparation to the point where her body was trembling with exertion and exhausted, just as she knew she would be during the match, and still she didn’t stop.  She wouldn’t stop.  She knew too much was at stake!...


"Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!  Pelar el gato!!!”


And so she put her body over the take of ice water to prepare herself for the inevitable… When she would be so tired that nothing she could do could keep her from going over and down to the ground… But she needed to dig deep and make sure that didn’t happen!  She was holding her body in that weird manner, hands in a reverse grip, and she continually pulled her body up over the rope, and held herself there balanced on the brink before she lowered herself back down to be once again in the predicament of dropping, just to force her body back up again.  She didn’t want to fall down into the icy depths below as she’d have to simply pull herself back up and out onto the rope again to continue her challenge she’s set up for herself.  


"Pelar el gato!!  Skin the cat!!  Pelar el gato!!!”


She remembers doing this as a child with her Grandfather as he worked with her on her fundamentals.  She had to skin the cat over and over and over again until she’d literally fallen from the rope and down to the ground, crying from the cramps in her muscles.  Her Grandfather had actually carried her up to the apartment that day and rubbed her arms until the cramps had lessened… but the very next day, they were at it again, pushing her body to the point of pain over and over again until she could finally withstand the training.  And here she was, having to do the same to herself now that she’s a grown woman.  She thinks to herself as she continues to torture her body.

{  The time is fast approaching…  I can’t let myself stop… I can’t give up one inch… I can’t give up one iota of a moment to despair or disparaging remarks…  This is my chance at greatness!  This is my shot!!   This is my time to go the extra distance and finally gain the respect that I have been fighting so hard to gain.  I know the ones I will have to keep my eye out for… Misty…  Misty, you’ve given up so much to get where you are…  But the question is, will you have the ability to give up so much more to be able to attain that prize that’s dangling just in front of you?  You and Kittie both feel you deserve the title.  You both feel that you’ve fought for your dues and earned the title already.  But you’ve both forgotten one simple fact and that’s the fact that the only person who deserves to hold the Bombshell Championship is the one who actually  makes it through the Gauntlet match.  Nothing is ever promised in life.  We can only fight, and scrap, and scrimp and claw, and scratch our way on to gain that which we want.


Kittie, you say that I’m disrespecting you by saying that you got lucky with your win at Climax Control, but you and I both know the truth.  It all came down to who was willing to go that extra mile and who wanted to inflict the most damage.  At that point, it could have gone either way…  You obviously wanted it more than I did.  But at High Stakes…  There will be no question as to who’s the hungriest.  You can try to beat me, you can try to break me, you can try to hold me down, but there will be nothing, and I do mean NOTHING that will stop me from making sure that I’m the one on top getting the one, the two, and the three, and I stand with my hand held high in victory.  NOTHING!!!  You can sit back and say that I disrespected you by calling your win a fluke win…  you can believe that if you want… But respect is something that has to be earned with me…  You fired the first shots with disparaging remarks…  don’t give what you can’t take little girl.  Because it will all come to bite you in the backside in the end.


Allison Summers… You’re doing the right thing by stepping back out of the lime light.  I know you’re going to do your best and go out there and give it the old college try…  But I think we all know that you’ve thrown in the towel.  And that’s alright.  Knowing when you’ve been defeated before hand is a good way for you to stop before you get yourself truly hurt.


Rebecca Blades…  Girl, just give it up.  No one has seen hide nor hair of you.  I know you could be off doing some secret sabbatical style training, but in truth I think we all know that you’re just cowering and hiding your head in the sand because things were harder than you thought they would be.


Fantasia… I’ll say this… I’ll have your back for as long as I can… But when it comes down to it… I want.. no… I NEED to be Bombshell Champion!  It’s a desire that goes deep down into my bones, and is rooted there in the core of my very being!!  And even with the respect that is mutual between us…  That is one thing that will always come first.  My drive to be Champion.


Angelica, Angelica, Angelica…  Our resident whore of Babylon…  The more you run your mouth, the more it makes me want to kick your teeth in.  All I have to say to you is… I know that you protest too much. You have such big words and you’ve yet to back them up.  I’ve stepped out there and Ive given as well as got my licks in.  And all you’ve done is put a big fuckin’ target dead center in your forehead and every one of us are gonna be gunning for you.  You have about an ice cube’s chance in hell of surviving this match.  Don’t plan on having gold around your waist any time soon because it’s going to end up right where it belongs around my waist.  }



Her body has finally taken as much punishment as it can and she lets go of the rope and starts to drop down to the icy water below.


“High Stakes will be the moment for me to shine!!”


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Time:  October 27, 2011...  11:30 AM

Place:  Just outside Las Vegas, Nevada...  Specific location:  Unknown...


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The previous night had been chilled as the days are beginning to grow shorter, so out here in the desert, you had to be careful.  While it might start out as a hot day, the temperatures can get low enough to frost if there's any bit of humidity in the air.  Last night had been one of those nights, which made the day a bit stickier than usual.  She'd spent the last few days, obsessing over just what went wrong during the match at Climax Control, trying to figure out why things didn't work out the way she'd planned, until early this morning, she just couldn't take it anymore and had that need to move in the great outdoors.  


She'd packed a cooler with lunch and about a dozen water bottles and a backpack with a few essentials, grabbed her camel pack which she'd filled with water and tossed it all in the backseat of her old, 1982 Volkswagon convertible, put the top down, let her hair loose and slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses, then just started driving.  The one strange thing she took with her was this old, tin, G.I. Joe lunchbox which she kept on her lap.  To most it would seem that she was driving aimlessly, but to the rare few who actually knew anything about her, they knew she never did anythign without a purpose.  She knew where she was going, that it would be a quiet place to work out the kinks that were filling her body and that it would be a change of pace after doing all of her training at home.  Having all of her workout gear in her own home saves alot on gym costs, but sometimes she just had that urge to wander, and today was one of those days.


She made a single stop by the Money Box, taking that G.I. Joe lunchbox in with her.  She pushed the sunglasses up onto the top of her head as she leaned over a table next to another patron to fill out one of the slips.  It's some guy in a pair of jeans and a wife beater with an old looking cap on his head to cover his too long hair.  The guy bent over his own slip beside her looked up quickly at her and smiled, showing off his chipped front tooth before doing a doubletake and gasping as he takes a few steps back and points at her.


"Holy SHIT!!  I know you!!  You're that chick from that new wrestling company aintcha?!!"


She looks over at the guy with her eye raised up and smiles softly and shrugs slowly, continuing to fill out her slip.


"I don't know what you're talking about?"


The guy brings his hand down on the counter with a slap, then brings his finger back up and keeps pointing at her.


"No no no!!  I know it's you!!  I was sittin' right down front at the last show and I got to watch it all up on the big screen!!  You're one of those Blondeshells aintcha??!!  Yeah, you are!!  I know you are!!!  Admit it!!  Admit it!!"


Raynin finishes filling out her slip and stands up straight, picking up her lunchbox and shaking her head slowly, shrugs again.


"I don't know what you're talking about Sir, now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to..."


She moves to walk away but the guy jumps in front of her, holding up his hands.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa there little missie...  No need to get all dismissive with me!!  I just wanted to know if you were one of those pretty ladies that gave such an awesome main event last week is all!  Cause if you are...  I'd like to show you a few moves of my own!!"


The guy takes a step closer to her and she sighs exasperatedly and steps back, crossing her arms over her chest.


"If I just say I am, will that make you leave me alone so I can continue on with my business?"


The looks her up and down lewdly rubbing his stomach and he shrugs.


"I don't know... Depends on what else you can do for me..."


She rolls her eyes and moves to step around the man, but he reaches out quickly and grabs her arm pulling her to him roughly.


"Where you think you goin' girl??!!"


She doesn't think, just reacts and twirls her arm until she's got a grip on the man's wrist and gives it a quick twist and he's suddenly in an armbar.  The movement is so fast that the guy barely has time to shriek before she's flipped the angle and he's in a hammerlock with her standing behind him.  She growls in his ear menacingly.


"Now listen here you two bit lowlife.  All I wanted to do was just complete my business and go about my day like any other person, but here you are, calling attention to me that I simply didn't want.  Now, I suggest that you move along before I decide to truly get upset and do something like snap your wrist, or maybe break your arm, or smash your face into the wall!"


The man starts to whimper and stammer.


"Wait!!  Wha... wha... wait a minute!!  I was just playin'!!   I swear!!  I just wanted your autograph!!"


Raynin pushes him towards the counter where she'd written out her slip and pushes him against it.  She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small notepad and grabs the inkpen and scrawls her autograph on the paper, ripping it off and slaps it on the man's chest hard.


"There are other ways of getting an autograph besides being an ass you know.  Next time, simply ask for it.  Now...  I'd suggest you walk away quickly before I decide to get the authorities involved."


She pushes him away from the counter and walks around him, then over to the line for the counter.  The guy folds up the autograph and puts it in his pocket as he looks around and leaves the facility.  She runs her hand over her forehead and sighs heavily, shaking her head.  Just then, she hears a feminine voice ahead of her speak to her.


"You were alot nicer about that than I was.  Good for you."


Raynin looks up and sees a tall, shapely, muscular woman standing in front of her, running her hand through her long dark wavy hair.  The woman looks familiar, but she can't seem to place who she is.  Raynin squints her eyes, then her eyes suddenly go wide as she realizes that the person standing in front of her is actually one of her idols...  It's former GXW Diva, AWO Multiple time Champion, Darknyss.  Raynin squeals like a little girl and grabs a hold to her hand, shaking it up and down ecstatically.


"Oh My GOD!!  It's you!!  I mean... You're her!!  I mean.. You're you!  I mean... wait... what am I saying?!!"


Darknyss chuckles and shakes Raynin's hand back, smirking.


"Yes, that's right... it's me.  Raynin isn't it?  Very nice to meet you."


Raynin's eyes go wide as it hits her that her idol knows her name.


"Wait... what?  How do you know who I am?"


Darknyss smirks and shrugs, leaning her head to the side.


"Any great wrestler always keeps an eye out for future opponents and new talent.  You were pretty impressive out there at Climax Control."


Raynin is almost giddy at the thought that Darknyss has kept an eye on her in the SCW and she blushes.


"I just tried to do my best to win is all.  I'm up for the Bombshell Championship at High Stakes, and it's about all I can do not to just run around screaming my head off at how excited I am about it.  Though some of my opponents are acting like I don't get how good they are.  Angelica... She's the one who pushes my buttons the most though...  She slept her way into the Championship match for a debut match.  Can you believe that?  All of the rest of us actually worked at it, and she's just handed a Championship match on a silver platter.  I swear... I can't believe Mark Ward would even touch her though."


Darknyss shrugs and smirks, shaking her head slowly.


"Don't let her get to you.  She's just playing mindgames.  The main thing you have to remember is, no matter how they got into the match, they're just one more obstacle between you and your goal and treat them as such.  Besides... having a Championship match as your debut match isn't that big of a deal.  And for her to say that she's the only person to do something like that is a crock.  I debuted in the AWO in the Diva's Championship match and I won.  Besides... she's trying to hard to be special.  Almost everything about her is something taken from my past.  Heaven Sent was the name of the stable I was in back when I was in GXW...  And you can CERTAINLY tell that she's no angel.  I swear, Mark's taste in pieces of ass he's l has certainly been slipping if that's the best he has "


Raynin chuckles and is basically awestruck at the thought of her idol giving her pointers about her match.  She licks her lips slowly and looks around before she speaks.


"Well, I'll have to take your advice then.  I'm not one to let mindgames get to me anyways.  Like I said before...  The person who becomes the first ever Bombshell Champion is not the one who feels they deserve it, or who sleeps their way into the match, it'll be the one who earns it.  And with our line up, I can tell it will be alot of blood, sweat, and tears shed during this match.  And someone who cares so much about their looks like Angelica might not make it through once the blood starts to flow.  She may just eliminate herself instead of even trying.  But me... I've shown that I don't care about what I have to put my body through.  I won't stop, I won't give up.  I'll just keep going and going until I come out on top.  This time, there won't be any luck on anyone's side when they go up against me.  There will just be me standing with my hand raised in the end with every other one of these chicks standing outside of the ring, glaring up at me enviously as I hold that Championship title in the air in victory."


Darknyss chuckles and nods slowly.


"I think you'll do just fine.  You remind me alot of myself when I first started out.  I think you'll make a great Bombshell Champion."


Raynin blushes again and grins like a kid in a candy store.


"So, what brings you to Vegas?"


Darknyss smiles back as they move up in the line towards the counter.


"Actually, I'm here visiting an old friend.  I was passing through on my way to another venue for the company I'm working for and when I heard he was in the city, I just had to stop for a bit.  And I got a call that my sister got into a car accident and needed some extra cash for a new car because she didn't want to risk letting her husband know she'd crashed her car... again.  Like he would care... He adores that little hellcat.  And I've told her about texting while driving, but she never listens to me."


Raynin sighs and cocks her head to the side.


"Well, I was just thinking about what an awesome team we could make if you had the time to come to the SCW.  You and I as a tag team would be EPIC!!"


Darknyss throws her head back and laughs.


"You're right though... I think that the two of us could wreak some havoc on the SCW and Matt would be happy to see me again."


Raynin lifts her eyebrow curiously.


"Matt?  As in THE Matt Ward?  As in Mark Ward's..."


Darknyss nods and grins.


"Of course Matt Ward.  And don't even go there between the whole Matt/Mark thing.  I hear it all of the time and I keep telling everybody they're just a couple of men.  I swear, I could beat them both with one hand tied behind my back, and they might just like it."


Raynin chuckles nervously and shakes her head slowly.


"Well, Mark's the boss.  You gotta be at least a little bit in awe of the boss."


Darknyss reaches in her wallet and pulls out a business card, and writes a number on the back and hands it to Raynin.


"No, you don't.  You show the boss respect, not awe.  There's a difference, and I think you know that.  Look, her's my number.  Call me after High Stakes, and we'll talk about maybe some sort of future between you and me."


Raynin takes the card and nods slowly as the pair of women approach the head of the line.  Darknyss waves at the agent behind the counter as her turn comes up.


"Alright, it's my turn.  It's been awesome talking to you Raynin and a pleasure meeting you.  I should be back for the show though.  Don't forget to call me."


Raynin nods, and Darknyss walks up to the counter.  Raynin's called to the window on the other end, and she walks down to the open spot and sets her lunchbox up on the counter.  She opens it and pulls out a huge stack of cash and passes it along with the slip to the agent behind the counter.


"Six Grand.  Same info as last time.  I know you gotta count it."


The agent nods slowly and starts counting the bills as Raynin watches.  She looks up just long enough to wave at Darknyss who's walking out the door.  The scene fades...




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A new face is about to step on the scene of the Sin City Wrestling Federation.  A true Bombshell is about to be dropped in that division with the appearance of Raynin.  For her debut match, She gets to team up with Rebecca Blade and Fantasia as she takes on Kitty, Allison Summers, and Misty.  Raynin is ready to make an impact, but the question is, what kind of impact will she make in the six Bombshell Tag Team match?  Will Raynin make the impression that she's hoping, and watch her star rise?  Or will she crash and burn?  Let's find out...


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Time:  October 15, 2011, 9:30 PM

Place:  Las Vegas, Nevada...  The Strip...  Valiant Casino and Hotel... The game floor...


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Definitions of "IMPRESS"



1. to affect deeply or strongly in mind or feelings; influence in opinion:

2. to fix deeply or firmly on the mind or memory, as ideas or facts:

3. to urge, as something to be remembered or done:

4. to press (a thing) into or on something.

5. to impose a particular characteristic or quality upon (something):

6. a : to apply with pressure so as to imprint
  b : to produce (as a mark) by pressure
  c : to mark by or as if by pressure or stamping

7. a : to produce a vivid impression of
  b : to affect especially forcibly or deeply : gain the admiration or interest of

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The table was slow, and everyone seated there was flustered.  The dealer was hot.  The players just couldn't seem to catch a break tonight.  Almost every hand was BlackJack or Twenty-One for him, and he was cocky that he was going to pullin a very high count tonight with a low payout, just like the bosses wanted.  The players almost wanted to ask for a new dealer or go to a different table, but this was the only table open with a fifty dollar minimum bet.  Everything else was too cheap, or to expensive to try.  One of the players finally just gave up.


"Screw this...  I've already lost almost six hundred dollars I'd just won at Roullette.  I'm headed to the Poker tables."


The dealer smiles smugly and holds up his hands.


"Are you sure man?  You never know... the next hand might just be your winner."


The player picks up his drink and downs it and shakes his head.


"Nah man...  I know when a table's cursed and it's time to move on...  Later."


As the man turns around, he sees a sight that makes his heart stop for a moment.  He puts his hand to his heart and his jaw hits the ground as this beautiful woman comes strolling slowly over towards the table.  He watches her body move, starting from her feet in the silver and black sandals, toes perfectly manicured, and the silver anklet around her ankle with the small heart dangling from it.  He slowly lifts his eyes higher, drinking in every inch of her long, toned and shapely legs until he comes to the very high swirling hem of her black empire waist dress.  It hangs to barely an inch below the swell of her behind, and accentuates the curve of her hips.  The neckline plunges deeply, and the swells of her cleavage are dusted with a hint of body glitter which trails along her shoulders and down her arms.  As she moves, her hair swishes aside as she stops a waitress and turns around and you can see that the glitter continues down the backs of her shoulders as well, making her seem to glow.  Her almost waist length hair has been curled so it hangs a bit shorter, and the shining curls fan out around her face, looking touchably soft and the player can't help but lift a hand as if he wants to touch it.  He pulls his hand back quickly and looks down at his hand, licking his lips.   He looks again at the cleavage and the large heart shaped pendant dangling on the silver chain just between the swells of her breasts and imagines himself kissing her flesh and he moans audibly as she approaches.  The rhinestone chain that are the straps for the dress just add to the look of the outfit, but it's when he finally comes to her face that he practically loses it.  She's gorgeous...  Her makeup flawless, her shadow smokey and making her dark brown eyes look catlike, her lips painted a soft and glossy rose color and full and begging to be kissed.  In his mind, he sees her walking in slow motion.  He watches as a smile tugs at her lips and twinkles in her eyes and makes her look even more beautiful.  For this one guy, this took a lifetime to happen, but in actuality, it only took less than a minute for her to walk from the other side of the room to the table.  She stops in front of him and smiles, nodding towards the table.  When she speaks, her voice is a beautiful and melodic as he expects it to be.


"How's the dealer tonight?  Is he any good?"


The player can only nod slowly as he tries to find his voice.  She chuckles soflty and the sound tinkles through his ears into his brain, entrancing him even further.


"If he's a good dealer, then why are you leaving?"


He licks his lips and shrugs, then turns back to the place where he was sitting, and she takes the spot right beside him.  The dealer had also been keeping his eyes on the woman as she moved, then takes a deep breath as he stops the game to shuffle the cards.  The waitress comes over with a drink and sets it at the woman's elbow, and she reaches out to hand her a couple of bills, but the player stops her hand before she can move.  


"Please, let me."


She lifts an eyebrow as she looks at the man, and nods slowly, smiling softly.  The player hands the waitress a fifty dollar chip and asks for a drink of his own, then the pair turn back to the table.  He smiles softly at her and holds out his hand.


"I'm Greg."


She smiles back and takes his hand and blushes softly as he lifts her hand to his lips and kisses the back of it softly.


"I'm Raynin.  So, why were you leaving earlier?"


Greg shrugs and shakes his head.


"Because I was losing and losing bad.  The whole table was.  So I thought it was time to try my hand at another game."


Raynin shrugs and taps the table with a fingertip, then lifts an eyebrow slowly, tilting her head to the side.


"You know, all it takes is the introduction of one new element to a table to turn it around.  Who knows... maybe I'll be your lucky charm."


Greg smiles back.


"Well, just meeting you Raynin, has already made my night that much more lucky."


She takes a sip of her drink and licks her lips slowly.


"Then why don't we see if we can get your money back and then some..."


They turn back towards the dealer who still has the smug look on his face as she reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a folded wad of cash and tosses it on the table.


"Fifty and hundred dollar chips please."


The dealer counts the cash and puts the chips in front of her, smiling at her.


"So, you think that you'll do better than the others who've been here all night?"


She smirks and lifts an eyebrow up at him.


"I just might surprise you, along with a few other people."


The dealer chuckles and shakes his head.


"We'll see.  Place your bets."


She nods slowly and places her chips down on the table.


"Yes... you will see."


The dealer starts to deal the cards, and when he comes to Raynin, he deals her a blackjack, and deals himself a bust hand.  He frowns as he starts to pay out to the players who all start to cheer.  Raynin smirks and takes some of the chips off of the bet line as she lifts an eyebrow at the dealer.


"Underestimating me has never been a wise decision for anyone to do."


Raynin takes a sip of her drink and Greg calls the waitress back over to the table.


"I think you were right Raynin... Maybe you are my lucky charm.  I just almost half of my money back in a single hand."


Raynin shrugs and fluffs her hair up a bit.


"Then let's keep playing and see how this night turns out."


The dealer finishes paying out and prepares for the next hand.


"Place your bets..."


Greg turns back to Raynin and puts an elbow on the table.


"So Raynin, what do you do besides being people's good luck charms at blackjack?"


Raynin takes another sip of her drink and starts to toy with the ice using her straw.  She digs out a piece and pops it in her mouth, crunching on it slowly.


"Well, what would you say if I were to tell you I was a professional wrestler?"


Greg chuckles and whistles slowly.


"Well, I'd say that I'd love to see your moves up close and personal sometime."


Raynin's face takes on a darker cast for a moment, then she smiles sweetly and shakes her head slowly.


"You don't want to do that.  You seem like you're a nice guy, I can tell you wouldn't know what to do in the ring with me.  You'd be best served by just taking me as your lucky charm and that's it."


Greg leans over and places his hand on her thigh gently and gives it a pat.


"Maybe I'm not such a nice guy.  Maybe I'm the type of guy who likes to... play a bit rough.  Maybe I'm the type of guy who likes to turn a nice sweet young thing like you and broaden their horizons."


Raynin chuckles and shakes her head slowly.


"I'm not as young and sweet as you think.  And believe me, my horizons are quite broad as they are.  Maybe you should take a hint when someone tells you that they're out of your league and accept it.  I'm a risk taker...   I'm the type to jump out of an airplane without a backup chute or go cliff diving when I've been told the water level's low just to see if I can score some cool fish or lobster in the tide pools.  I'm really not the type of girl you'd want to take home to meet mom because I might just grab her by the hair and plant a big wet one on her if I think she's hot enough."


The dealer places a pair of tens in front of her, and she decides to split them while everyone looks at her like she's crazy.  She shrugs at the others around her and smiles sweetly as the dealer comes back around to her, placing her cards out for her.  She smiles sweetly to him as he puts out a nine and and eight.  Raynin stops him with a wave of her hand and puts her elbow on the table and takes a sip of her drink before she grabs Greg's finger in a small nerve pinch and pulls his hand from her leg and places it on the table.


"But Greg... not only am I a risk taker, I'm not the kind of person you want to piss off.  So, why don't you just go on and enjoy getting your money back before you take your night from a nice, amicable one ot one that would end up with you getting your ass kicked by a girl."


Greg looks once more at her eyes and he can see the serious cold look in her eyes behind the sweet smile and he visibly trembles at the weight of her gaze.  He picks up his drink and takes a long deep swallow of it and gasps as it hits his stomach.


"You're right...  I took things a bit too far... I apologize.  I don't know what came over me."


The dealer busts again, and starts paying out to the players as the waitress comes over and takes Raynin's empty glass and gives her another drink.  Raynin thanks her and motions for her to get Greg another drink and hands her a fifty dollar chip.


"Here Greg... This one's on me.  Let's keep playing and take as much of the dealer's chips as we can.  What do you say?  To winning?"


Raynin lifts her glass to her tablemate and he nods slowly and taps his glass with hers.


"To winning.  So, what wrestling company do you work for?"


They both take a sip of their drinks and Raynin sighs softly.


"I've just been signed by Sin City Wrestling.  I am very excited, as this is my first match in... well... years.  I used to wrestle as a kid, and I was very good... very damn good.  I trained with my Grandfather down in Mexico.  They call him 'El Jefe' now.  Ever heard of him?"


Greg chuckles and shakes his head.  


"No, never heard of him.  But then, I can't even remember the names of the wrestlers in the various companies here in the US.  I know there's supposed to be some famous ones who are actors and stuff...  They're just big muscular guys to me.  But the Divas...  mmmmm, I've always liked watching women wrestlers...  The hair flying around, their bodies pressed up against each other..."


Another round is dealt, and half of the players lost, but Raynin and Greg both got blackjacks.  Greg howls happily and pumps his fist in the air and Raynin shakes her head, chuckling softly as the dealer slides her winnings over to her and she takes part of the stack off, leaving the rest for the next bet.  She looks over at Greg with a smirk.


"Why Greg... you're a regular pervert."


He blushes and chuckles, looking her up and down slowly, rubbing his fingers across his lips gently.


"Yeah, I am.  Is it making you interested?"


Raynin throws her head back and shuckles, shaking her head.


"Not in the least.  Especially since you've just reduced a serious sport down to basically tits and ass.  I'm sure if you actually saw how much actually goes into stepping into the ring, you wouldn't think it was just hair flying and female bodies pressed against one another.  And in the company I'm in, we're called Bombshells, not Divas."


She downs her drink and takes a deep breath as she looks over at her tablemate.


"It's alright... There are a lot of people who underestimate me.  They think I'm not impressive enough, or not special enough...  But that's alright.  Because once we stand toe to toe... That's when it matters about being impressive.  People can think what they want of me outside of the ring.  I could give less than a damn about that.  But in the end, they will do what everyone ends up doing, which is respecting me and my abilities.  Do you know that I train at least six hours a day to get my body ready for stepping into the ring for just one night a week... maybe two?  I wake up, and I put myself through weight lifting, stretching, core training, cardiovascular training, and that's just the basics to keep myself up to my own rigorous standards.  Then I go about the rest of my day, run my errands for a few hours before I go to the gym and I spar.  If you could see certain body parts, you'd see that I have bruises in places that you'd say there really shouldn't be because I want to be that damned good.  I've been told that I'm not impressive...  But that's from someone who has never seen what I'm capable of in the ring.  I've been told I'm terrifying because of my intensity level.  But that's from someone who would probably jump at their own shadow.  I've been told I'm a cold fish...  But that's from someone who doesn't know me.  I've been told that I come off as a little bit nuts...  And that's from someone who DOES know me.  But I'll say this... the one thing no one will ever call me is a coward.  I don't back down from a challenge."


The waitress brings another drink and a large glass of water and places it beside Raynin who lifts the water an takes a sip.  She sits back as the dealer sets up another round of cards.  


"That's like my debut match that I have in Sin City Wrestling.  I've been put in this six person tag team match against these three females that I know might have an advangtage because two of these chicks are friends.  They know how to work together.  Plus, one of my tag team mates hs already lost against one of them.  Most anyone who would call themself a sane person would back away and just accept the loss, maybe not even show up, but that would be the way of a coward.  And I'm very much far from a coward.  In fact, I relish the chance to step out against these three other women and put the other two women to shame with my skills.  I want to show that I can outshine anyone and everyone who I step in the ring against and end up with my name in lights as the number one Bombshell of the company!  I want to be the best of the best, and this will be my chance to get myself noticed, by taking out three other women single handedly...  How could I NOT end up being noticed if I did that?!!  I know that I should say something nice about my tag team partners...  But Rebecca Blade has basically been incognito, and Fantasia...  Fantasia's already shown that she doesn't have what it takes.  Out of every one on my team, I'm the only Bombshell who might even slightly have a chance to come out with the win.  Fantasia's got her head all twisted by some guy she's dating, and well, I've already told you that Rebecca Blade hasn't deemed to show us her face yet.  But that's just the beginning.  You see, two of my opponents already understimate me.  They have their heads all blown out of proportion with their own egos and thinking about just how good they are because of what they did in all of their past companies that they look at me as just some new kid on the block.  That's mistake number one.  They think that I'm just some high flying, flashy, mask wearing, glitter covered piece of work, and that all I can do is just bounce around in the ring.  That's mistake number two.  While I have a lucha libre background, and I have high flying moves, that's only a part of it.  I have a basis in mat work.  I have a background also in martial arts.  I was taught by some of the best in the country in ninjitsu, tae kwon do, Aikido, and Isshin-ryu karate.  I trained with the boy's wrestling team in college, which was part of what sparked me to want to come back to wrestling.  Of course I have close combat training because of my previous employment opportunities...  Besides which, I'm bigger and stronger than both of them.  I may look like I'm just another pretty face, but I've got at least three inches in height on all of these girls and I know how to use it.  Look at this..."


Raynin flexes her arm and makes a muscle and completely forgets to take the chips down from the bet line and the dealer deals another hand.  Greg reaches out and puts his hand on her arm and whistles at how hard and cut her muscle is.  When he turns back to the table, he sees that he's been dealt a pair of fives, and Raynin's been dealt a pair of fours.  He looks at her and she lifts her chin at his hand.


"Split the fours.  Trust me.  Take a chance."


He shrugs and nods, and splits his fours as she splits her sixes.  In the end, he ends up with seventeen and eighteen, while she ends up with nineteen and twenty one.  The dealer ends up with sixteen and has to hold there, so they're both winners.  He downs his drink and whoops as he's paid out and pulls his chips back to count them.  He's doubled his money back and is like a kid in a candy store.


"Wow Raynin!!  You really were a good luck charm tonight!!"


Raynin smiles and pats Greg on his back.


"What did I tell you?  It's all about skill, luck, and timing my friend.  Just like a wrestling match.  And in the end, the one who can put those three things together in the best way will come out the winner.  And I've got the first two... luck is on my side, and I've got the skill...  Now, I'll just need the timing.  And having two of my opponents not liking their third partner is definitely a bonus.  Allison Summers is already on Misty and Kittie's hitlist.  Who knows... maybe if I'm lucky, I can find a way to use that to my advantage...  You know the old saying, divide and conquor is always the best strategy when dealing with opponents who aren't the best of friends.  I can find a way to make use that.  Make them see daggers at their back being held by their team mates, so they go after one another.  And once they're fighting... that's when I'll strike."


Greg lifts his eyebrow and looks at Raynin with a surprised look on his face.


"You approach this like a general planning a war.  What were you?  Like an Amazonian warrior in a past life?"


Raynin chuckles and shakes her head as she lifts her drink to her lips and takes another sip, sliding her tongue along her lips to not lose a drop.


"Something like that.  All I know is, when I get in the ring, I won't stop until I've proven that I'm the best of the Bombshells.  That way, when I claim a shot at the Bombshell's Championship, there will be no contesting that I am just that damned good.  I will have proven what I can and can't do.  And I will stand at the top.  I'll be the name on everyone's lips."


The dealer busts again, and everyone gets paid once more, and Raynin lifts her arms high in the air and stretches.


"Well, I'm glad I could help you a bit.  Thanks for letting me run my ear off to you tonight."


Raynin slides her chips back and asks for a tray and starts to pile them into the tray as she finishes her drink.  Greg frowns and watches her.


"What?  Are you going now?  We just got started!  We're wining!!  We're on a roll!!"


Raynin shrugs and shakes her head.


"True, but just like in wrestling you have to play it smart.  You have to wait your time and let the perfect opening for you to break loose and shine to come up.  You have to feel the vibes and know when you need to back off... and now is the time to back off."


She nods towards the other side of the table where the dealer sighs and slides the cards off of the deck and starts to shuffle again.  She shakes her head and takes a deep breath.


"I think it's time to move on to another game.  I think now's the time for a little carribean stud, or texas hold 'em.  Let's go and check out the other tables Greg.  I'll let you buy me another drink."


She slides off of the chair and picks up her tray of chips in one hand and her glass of water in the other.  She chuckles as Greg gets his own tray and hurries to pile his own chips into it and down his drink.  He offers her an arm and smiles giddily.


"Well then come on my lucky charm.  Let's go and win some more money.  I swear, I feel like I should be chasing a rainbow and talking about pink hearts, orangs stars, green clovers, blue diamonds, and purple horseshoes with you on my arm."


Raynin chuckles and shakes her head, slipping her arm through his as they move off through the tables towards the carribean stud table.



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She'd decided to treat herself to a night in the hotel because she'd drank so much while she was playing at the tables and didn't want to risk the drive home.  Plus, the guy, Greg had gotten insistent on finding out where she was staying, that she just randomly said that she had a room here in the hotel.  She could smell stalker material from a mile away, and if she had gone home, who knew what may have ended up happening.  She couldn't take the risk of having to call up a cleaner when she was just getting started with this new venture.


She was wrapped up in the comforters and was comfortable for a while, the soft arms of sleep had taken her a few hours ago, and she was sleeping soundly when it started.  Her eyes were rapidly moving behind her eyelids as the nightmare that was really a memory played once again on the moviescreen of her mind.  She murmurs and trembles as she grips the pillow under her head tightly and she's taken into the past once more...


She remembered that it was hot down in Oaxaca that year.  She was on the tail end of the summer, and they'd travelled down to her Abuela's birthday.  They were supposed to be surprising her Grandparents with a birthday cake they'd had picked up and frozen in the cooler in teh back seat to stay fresh during the drive down from Kileen, Texas.  So far it had held up, but they'd needed to stop to pick up the ice cream.  They were just outside of Oaxaca when they'd decided to stop and fill up the tank in the process.  She remembered her father had given her the keys as they'd all piled out of the car and went into the store.


"Here you go **********.  You're a big girl now, so you can hang onto these.  Now, I want you to help your mother go and pick out some really good ice cream, and a couple of cold drinks for us, ok?"


She'd nodded and grabbed her mother's hand and almost pulled her along into the store as her parents chuckled at her enthusiasm.  Her father had paid for the gas and gone back out to pump it, while her mother and she stood at the ice cream freezer, trying to pick out ice cream.  Her mother picked up a container of neopolatin and smiled down at her.


"I think this would be best my niña bonita.  That way, everyone can get the kind that they want."


She'd nodded, then picked up a container of butter pecan too.


"What about this too, Mom?  You know it's my favorite.  And Abuelo likes it too!"


Her mother nodded and leaned over and kissed the top of her head.


"Ok ***********,  we'll get this one too.  Now, we've still got a while to go before we get to your Abuelo's gym.  Why don't you go to the baño and go before we get back on the road?"


She nods and together they head over to the bathroom.  She pushes her mother's hand away from the door handle as she tries to help.


"Mom... I'm a big girl now.  I can go on my own."


Her mother chuckles and shakes her head, then turns around to take the ice cream they'd picked out to the counter to pay for it.  She'd finished going and had washed her hand when she'd heard what she'd thought was a loud fire cracker going off.  She jumped, then started to creep towards the door of the bathroom.  That's when she'd heard the yelling.  She opened the door a crack and peeked her head out and saw her mother and father on their knees in front of the counter with their hands behind their heads.  A couple of people with bandanas over their faces were holding guns to their head and yelling at them.  She doesn't even remember what was said, it was all still a blur.  But she saw her mother and father look straight at her.  Her father was angry and frightened, but not for himself, but for her and her mother.  Her mother was just kneeling there, tears spilling from her eyes and silent as she slowly shook her head while looking right at her.  The people in the bandanas started to yell at her father, telling him to help them get something from behind the counter, but he refused to move.  When he didn't move, one of the people aimed the gun at her mother.  Her father threw his body in front of hers just as the gun went off.  Little did he know, the bullets they were using weren't normal bullets.  The bullet ripped through his back and into his wife's chest as they wrapped their arms around one another.  He died almost instantly, but she was still alive as she laid there, coughing blood.  She looked right at her daughter and mouthed one word slowly.  "LIVE!" Just then, another shot ripped right through her forehead and she fell back unmoving....



And at that moment she woke up.  Always at the same place, she woke up.  She wraps her arms around her knees and starts to rock slowly as the tears she'd been unable to spill back then due to fear and not wanting to be caught spill down her cheeks now.  Once again, that soft feminine voice whispers out into the darkness...


"Who are you?"


And the answer is heard...


"I'm nobody  Who are you?  Are you nobody too?"


She shakes her head slowly and sighs.


"That little girl is no more.  That frightened, helpless girl has grown into me.  No one knows who I am.  So now I can become the person I was always meant to be.  I can become the Bombshell Champion!  I am Raynin!  I am Raynin!!  I am Raynin!!"


She sits there, rocking herself slowly, repeating that same line over and over again as the night bleeds into the day.


"I am Raynin!!  I am Raynin!!  I am Raynin!!


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