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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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... IMPRESS ME...
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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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Time: October 16, 2011, 7:30 AM
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... The Strip... Valiant Casino and Hotel... Room 1022
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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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