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She made an impact on Climax Control, but no matter what she did, for her, it just didn't seem to be enough. Raynin impressed the world with her skill and agility, but still ended up coming up with a loss in the impromptu Six Bombshell Tag Team Graveyard match. But even if in her own mind, she didn't do what she needed to do because she didn't win, she'd definitely made an impression on the Powers That Be, as she's been named made a part of the Over the Top Rope Gauntlet Match to become the first ever, Bombshell Champion!! She will face every other Bombshell from the Graveyard match, plus one more as it will be Raynin, against Misty, Fantasia, Allison Summers, Kittie, Rebecca Blades and the newest Bombshell that she can already tell will become a thorn in her side, Angelica! Will Raynin continue to make an impact and be able to make it through this trial by fire and become the first ever Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion? Let's find out...
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Time: October 24, 2011... Late night/Early morning... After Climax Control...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Inside Raynin's Apartment... The Cox Pavillion Arena... Inside The Bombshell's Lockerroom...
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Definitions of "GAUNTLET"
1. A protective glove worn with medieval armor.
2. A protective glove with a flared cuff, used in manual labor, in certain sports, and for driving.
3. A challenge: throw down the gauntlet; take up the gauntlet.
4. A dress glove cuffed above the wrist.
5a. A form of punishment or torture in which people armed with sticks or other weapons arrange themselves in two lines facing each other and beat the person forced to run between them.
b. The lines of people so arranged.
6. (Historical Terms) a punishment in which the victim is forced to run between two rows of men who strike at him as he passes: formerly a military punishment
run the gauntlet
a. (Historical Terms) to suffer this punishment
b. to endure an onslaught or ordeal, as of criticism
7. An onslaught or attack from all sides: "The hostages . . . ran the gauntlet of insult on their way to the airport" (Harper's).
8. A severe trial; an ordeal.
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The room was completely fogged... Full of steam from the hot water of the shower that's running in the background. The black and white tile of the bathroom is covered with droplets of condensation as the hot white cloud billows over the top of the shower door.
The door of the shower is clear enough for you to see the very feminine outline of Raynin as she stands beneath the spray of the shower. The fog in the room and the condensation on the glass of the door obscures more interesting parts, but you can see every curve of her body through the shower door. She's got her hands on the wall and is leaning forward, letting the water flow down over her hair and run over her face. She's breathing heavily from the heat that's surrounding her, but it's helping to ease the soreness in her muscles after everything she'd gone through that day.
As she's standing there, she keeps flashing back to the tag team matchup that had taken place earlier today and everything else that had transpired. She shakes her head and pounds the side of her fist against the tile as she growls to herself.
"DAMN IT!! WHY CAN'T I JUST LET THIS GO??!!"
She sighs and runs her hands over her hair and leans her face back, letting the hot spray rain down over her. She shakes her head slowly and turns around, leaning her butt against the cool tile and sighing as she wipes the water from her eyes. The water beats down on her back and shoulders, the hot water stinging on the bruises and cuts that still decorate her back and arms. The cut on her cheek has been stitched closed already by her and the thin trickle of blood that was oozing from it earlier had stopped. She winces a bit as the hot water hits a more sensitive spot and grumbles to herself.
"I can't let this go because I know that had I simply had someone I could truly trust to go out there and give as much as I did, that I could have come out the winner. The only consolation is, I must have impressed the Powers That Be enough for them to put me in the Championship match. I've got another chance to show off. And this time it'll be in a ring, not in some creepy ass cemetary. This time, I'll just have to survive the gauntlet and come out on top. And in that sense, I think I've got a bit of an advantage that the others don't have. Cause in my previous line of work, it was always a type of gauntlet. You survived, or you died. There was no, 'oh, you can come back and try again.' and I've got to start thinking of these matches more like my missions used to be. Not just about showing off anymore... Strategical strikes... Take out my opponent as fast as I can because there will be someone else coming within the next few minutes to try to take me out. Try to keep it as one on one as possible, because let's face it... I know that the only person I have that I can trust out there is myself. That got proven when Fantasia and Rebecca Blades left me to face off against the Old lady and the Crazy Kitten. But this time, it's a Gauntlet match... And over the top rope Gauntlet match!! I am actually excited about it! It's giving me goose bumps!"
She shivers under the warm spray and rubs her hands up and down her arms, shuddering at the feel of the goose pimples on her flesh.
"A Gauntlet match... Just think if I'm one of the the first ones in the ring... I'd have to fight through each and every other female in that ring and take them out one at a time. Oh, I'm always strategizing... I didn't make it to squad leader in the first four months of my deployment for nothing. It would be best to toss the first girl over the top rope as quickly as possible, or, maybe even try and form some kind of alliance with someone so we can work as a team against the others until it's down to just the two of us... But that's not how it's gonna be. I know it's not. Out of them all, who could I trust to have my back the way I would need? Certainly not any of the others from the tag team match... They proved that to me. Then it's down to me, myself and I. I'm just going to have to go out there and do anything and everything I can to not get eliminated. I have to be slippery as an eel, strong as an ox, quick as a jackrabbit, cunning as a fox and I'm just the person to be all of that and then some. I have to show each and every one of these females that stepping up to me is like stepping up to a brick wall and banging your head against it... Just plain stupid. I want to win this... I need to win this... I have this deep seated desire to be the best Bombshell in this company, and I will not stop until I've proven that's just what I am! I can't let it be any other way! I can't be anything else!!"
She wraps her arms around her body and sighs as she pushes herself off of the tile and squeezes the water out of her hair and turns off the water and grabs her towel, wrapping it around herself before she steps out and grabs a second towel to wrap around her hair. She stands in front of the mirror and writes the word 'Champion' in the fog and puts her fists on the counter as she looks at that single word.
"I keep hearing everyone say how they deserve to be the Bombshell Champion because they did so well in this company or that company, that they feel it's their right to be Champion because they were so good in the past... Personally I think that's just utter bullshit. Nothing should just be handed to you. If you don't put in the time and the hours and give of yourself as much as you can, then you simply haven't earned it. I'm not go to sit here and flap my gums saying I deserve to be the Bombshell Champion. Not because I've spent years in this business, or because my brother has blown up my ego to the point where I feel I'm God's Gift to Women's Wrestling... No, I think for my debut match I showed that I'm good because of my training. I've shown I'm good because of my skill. But I'm not gonna say I flat out DESERVE TO WIN! Why should I? In the end, the Bombshell Champion will be the person who goes out there and leaves it all in that ring. The Bombshell Champion will be the one who either is lucky enough or skilled enough to be able to take everyone else out. In the end, the person who becomes Bombshell Champion will be the person who wants it that much more than anyone else. It'll be the Bombshell who is so hungry for that title that she will put her body, her blood, her bones, her everything on the line for the chance to hold that title high... And right about now, I think I've shown that I am that hungry. No, I won't say that I deserve to be Bombshell Champion. But what I will say is this... I will fight and fight and keep fighting until I can't fight anymore to become the Bombshell Champion."
She writes two names at the top of the glass and looks up at them. One is Rebecca Blades, the other is Allison Summers. She pulls out her facial moisturizing cream and starts to rub it on her face, sighing heavily.
"Out of everyone that were in that match, these two disappointed me the most. Allison Summers... I'd heard she was gonna be one of the biggest names in this company... She was supposed to be this big, bad ass, and yet... She's not even really trying. I've seen more from get up and go from little old ladies on scooters than what I've seen from her. She's so busy worrying about her boyfriend that she can't even see the nose on the end of her face. Just like Rebecca. They're both just like... Starstruck by the pieces of manflesh on their arms that they can't keep their minds on anything else. They don't want this chance... not really. They just simply want to be the armcandy of their men. So I know that taking those two out won't be that hard to do."
She writes two more names out on the glass underneath the first two and sighs softly as she looks at the names of Fantasia and Angelica. She reaches out and gets some of her lotion and starts to rub her hands together and slide it over her shoulders.
"Fantasia is another who's let what's between her legs take control of her body. She's so hot for Shane that she can't think about anything else. She can't concentrate on the task at hand... But she's not as bad as the other two. She just might be someone I can talk to about that alliance... But I know she'd stab me in the back as soon as my back was turned. So it's best to just let her implode on her own and just stand on my own two feet. I don't know... maybe I'm too untrusting... Maybe I should try to reach out to Fantasia and see what she says. But then, everyone I've trusted has either died or left me."
She puts a question mark beside Fantasia's name and shakes her head slowly.
"And then there's Angelica. She's a loud mouth. She's an ass kisser. She's an arrogant, stuck up twit who is probably out trying to screw every one in management. In fact, I wouldn't have put it past her to have done that to get the chance she's getting for her first match. Oh, I know she's close with the boss from the last company he ran, but I don't care. Being close to the boss doesn't guarantee you a damned thing. She's still got to make it past me to even come close to touching that Bombshell Championship, which means her odds of winning just became zero. In fact, I am gonna enjoy taking her out for running her mouth off against me. I'm not the one you ever want to have as an enemy. It's bad enough being an opponent because even if you do get a win over me, you won't truly be able to enjoy it because you'll be too broke down to do so. And let's just say... Angelica is one of the first who has been put on my shit list... And I have a feeling it won't be long before others are on that list as well."
She writes two more names on the foggy glass above the word Champion... One is Misty, and the other is Kittie. She smirks to herself as she lets her hair down from the towel to hang in wet ringlets down her back and chuckles ruefully to herself.
"Misty and Kittie... Oh I know these two will be the ones that I will have to overcome more than any of the others... But let's face it... This isn't going to be like the tag team match. No more team work... No more working together... It's all for yourself, and I have a feeling once Misty and Kittie realize that the only other competition besides me they will really have in this match up will be each other, they will decide that it's better for one to take the other out, and then come and deal with me one on one, because I don't think they'll be able to really face one another and not come out of it without damaging their friendship. I think Misty and Kittie will be too engrossed in getting the win to be able to work together. They will see each other as I view everyone else in this company at all times, and that is as opponents. I really do think that the minute Kittie finally bears her claws against Misty, she will realize truly what a threat that nutcase is."
She writes a single name over the word Champion and smiles softly. It's her own name. She reaches up and wipes the other names off of the glass, revealing her face in the glass and leaves her own there and nods slowly.
"This is the future. This is what is going to happen and how things will be. How do I know? Because I can feel it in my gut that I'm going to come out the winner. Not because I feel it's owed to me, or because I've screwed the boss to get it, but because I know that I've worked hard. Because I know I'll be putting it all on the line. Because I know that the others truly won't give as much as I will. They all have other concerns to think about. Misty has her daughter. Kittie has her family. Rebecca and Allison have their men, and Angelica has her ego. But me... this is what I have. A single minded desire to stand at the top of the Bombshell mountain, the bodies of my opponents strewn below me and the Championship in my hands. This is all I have. I've given everything else up for this. And I do mean everything. I've given up my career, my past, hell, I've given up my name for this. And there's nothing that anyone can do that will stop me. Climax Control was a fluke win for Kittie. High Stakes will be a completely different story..."
She thinks back to what had happened earlier that day... Recalling the end of the match and how she came to be in the state she's in now.
Raynin stands up and finds Kittie standing just opposite her, her face contorted in anger and fists shaking! She suddenly screams in wild anger at her ally having been eliminated. Kittie jumps onto a headstone and dives over the open grave Misty had fallen into and she crashes into Raynin, bringing both to the ground! The momentum throws both women over and they topple down the hill end over end. They hit the bottom and are both hurt and dazed. They get to their feet and Raynin grabs her by the hand and short-arm clotheslines her down! Raynin looks around for the final open grave and spots it nearby, across the dirt path road.
Raynin turns back around and Kittie throws a handful of dirt in her eyes, blinding her! She grabs two handfuls of Raynin’s hair and knee lifts her in the head once, twice – three times! Raynin goes down on her back, holding her head and wiping furiously at her eyes. Kittie pulls her up harshly and sends her across the path with an awkward Irish whip that causes her opponent to tumble down into the turf.
Simone: I wonder just how forgiving these Bombshells will be with Ward and Underwood for devising this whole debacle!?
Adams: Well considering Underwood is into guys, Hot Stuff will be the only one who has to worry about that.
Simone: I don’t know if that’s the smartest or dumbest thing you’ve said all night.
Adams: Well take your time to figure it out. I’m patient.
Kittie stomps over to her fallen foe and reaches for her but Raynin lunges up and grabs her in a headlock and drags her don into the ground with her! Both women struggle on the ground until they fight their way to their feet with Raynin retaining the headlock. But Kittie then grabs her around the waist and lifts her up, trying for a back suplex, only to have Raynin land on her feet behind her.
Simone: Smooth move there girl!
Raynin lands a punch right to Kittie’s kidneys and the blonde wildcat howls in pain and staggers forward, towards the open grave! Raynin grabs her by the hair and shirt and starts to throw her forward towards the grave but Kittie puts on the breaks and drops to a dead weight so it can’t be done. Raynin growls in frustration as she whips Kittie up by the hair and tucks her head down between her legs. She then wraps her arms around Kittie’s waist…
Adams: is she seriously going to…?
Simone: Oh come on! I know she wants to win but not like this!
Raynin smiles wildly and lifts Kittie up in the air for a powerbomb into the grave but Kittie starts fighting her way out, hammering her in the head! Kittie then falls backwards with her legs scissored around Raynin’s head, and she counters with a hurricanrana, throwing Raynin over into the open grave!
In her mind, she seemed to fall in slow motion into the darkness below, and what took meer moments appeared to take forever to her. She watched the dirt below coming toward her and she turns her body before she lands so she takes it on her back as carefully as possible, and all she can think of is, 'How in the FUCK is this happening?!!' as she plummets into the grave. When she lands, all of the wind is knocked out of her and she lays there, her hair covering her face as dirt starts to tumble in from the sides to cover her a bit.
{ The show is over now. Climax Control this week had been amazing. The crowd was electrified and amazed by the feats of all of the wrestlers who had put themselves through awesome matches that pleased and teased the crowd. And yet, for one, the show had been anti-climactic. Things didn't quite work out for her the way she had planned, so it was more than a bit of a downer for her. Raynin had put on quite the show, taking control of her team and coming close to the win, but in the end, Kittie had ended up getting the best of her. She was so upset over the way things ended, that she just didn't want to see anyone. After the trainer had patched up her cuts and iced her bruises, including one hell of a shiner that she knew would end up turning all manner of colors by the next day, and put a bandage over the cut on her cheek. When she'd finally had enough of being checked over, she'd pushed the medics out of her way and went off to find somewhere quiet to sit by herself.
She'd decided to climb up into the rafters of the arena so she could make sure she wasn't interrupted. She ran up the stairs, knowing that with every step the anger that was building inside of her was threatening to bubble over. She climbs a ladder up into the ceiling, where there's a trapdoor. She growls and hits the door with her fist and it banged open, hitting the wall as she finally let out the primal scream that had been building inside of her. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and let out a roar so loud and intense, the cords in her neck bulged out with the force of it. Her hands were balled in fists and she was holding them so tightly out at her sides that her muscles in her arms actually trembled. Once she'd run out of breath she finally just sagged and looked down at her feet, her shoulders slump a bit.
"Damn it!! I can't believe she actually got me!"
She sighs heavily and slips her hands into her pockets, then starts to walk forward and climbs up onto one of the beams. She gets to the first intersection of beams and slowly lowers herself down onto the beam and sits, dangling her feet over the edge. She sits there and just watches as the rest of the arena starts to empty. She looks at her hands and closes and opens them slowly.
"All of my training... All of my hard work... I knew it would all be for nothing if the others didn't do their part, and that's just what happened. It didn't matter how hard I worked if the others didn't have my back. And just as I knew would happen, I was left holding the bag. It all turned into a two on one attack, with me the primary targed. But that's alright... I might have ended up getting taken out in the end, I still made the impression I wanted... I let the two ego driven chicks know that I'm no push over. They expected me to just lay down and take it, but instead, I handed them their asses. That was a fluke win, and I think deep down they know it. If Kittie hadn't gotten lucky, I would have dropped her ass into that hole and buried her..."
She balls her hand into a fist and sighs as she turns her hand over and checks the time. She'd been so deep in thought that she didn't realize that she'd been sitting up in the rafters for almost an hour as the cleanup continued beneath her. She sighed heavily then, climbs to her feet.
"Alright, I think if I head back down now, I can walk into the lockerroom without blowing a gasket and get my things... I'll shower when I get home."
As she's dusting herself off, she hears the door bang open and hears feet come running out onto the ledge behind her.
"Just stay right there Miss!! Everything's gonna be just fine!! I'm here to help!! I know things might seem desparate right now, but that's no reason to do anything rash!!"
Raynin frowns and cocks her head to the side as she looks over her shoulder at the commotion behind her.
"What??!!"
She sees a pair of police officers standing on the ledge looking up at her. Both of them look like they've had one jelly donut too many, and are breathing heavily after having climbed all of the stairs and the ladder to get to where the ledge is. She groans softly to herself and lifts an eyebrow as she notices that one has a bullhorn, and he's panting into it, sounding like the world's loudest and worst obscene phone call. She turns and puts her fists on her hips, cocking one out to the side and shaking her head slowly.
"What are you doing here?"
The officer with the bullhorn goes to try and talk through it but pushes the wrong button and it starts to wail with a loud siren. He swears as he starts pushing buttons to try and stop the whirring screeching sound, and finally stops it before bringing it back to his lips.
"Everything will be ok ma'am. Please just stay calm. I'm Officer Johnson, and this is my partner Manfrini. We're just here to help. There's no reason for you to get upset and jumnp."
Raynin shakes her head and chuckles a bit.
"Wait a minute... What??!! You think I'm up here to jump?!"
The officer holds his hand out and shakes his head slowly.
"No, we don't think you're gonna jump. In fact, you're not gonna do that. We're gonna sit down and just chill out, rap a bit... You know, talk a few things out."
She rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air and sighs heavily.
"What in the world made you think that I was jumping?"
Officer Johnson brings it back to his lips and holds his hand out to her again.
"Please ma'am, please just calm down. No one is saying you're a jumper if you don't like that term, we can come up with a different one. Can't we Manfrini?"
He slaps slaps the other officer on the shoulder and he shrugs and scratches his head slowly.
"Um, yeah, sure we can Johnson. Um, what about having a desire to be life challenged?"
Raynin does a facepalm and shakes her head.
"Um, are you two like comic relief or something? This has got to be a joke. I'm not jumping."
Officer Johnson holds his hand out again and mistakenly hits the button for the siren again and the bulllhorn wails right in his partner's ear who jumps and makes a strange face.
"Damn it Johnson!! Watch were you're pointin' that thing!!"
Officer Johnson finally finds the right button and hits it again and turns off the siren.
"Sorry Manfrini..."
His partner shakes his head and rubs his ear.
"What?"
Officer Johnson turns and shakes his partner's shoulder.
"I said I'm sorry about that Manfrini."
His partner leans in next to Johnson and frowns.
"What?"
Johnson shakes his head and sighs heavily.
"Forget it Manfrini."
His partner leans in again frowning more.
"What?"
Johnson brings the bullhorn back to his lips and holds his hand out to Raynin again.
"Listen, you have so much to live for. So you lost your debut match, so what? You have so much more to live for..."
Raynin rolls her eyes and nods slowly.
"Damned right I do. I haven't even begun to fight. That match may have been a loss, but I put in more of an impression on everyone in that match than you can ever believe. They now know that I'm not just some pushover! I'm a threat the likes of which they've never seen before!! And if... IF I'm chosen to be in that Championship match, I know for a FACT that I'll be coming out of that match as the Sin City Wrestling's first Bombshell Champion!! And why do you ask? Because I'm going to fight for it and fight for it like a Tasmanian Devil to get it!"
Manfrini frowns and looks at her and shakes his head slowly.
"What does a Steam shovel have to do with wrestling?"
She shakes her head and sighs.
"Look, I'm coming down and I'm heading home. You two can just go on about your business. Just leave me alone."
Johnson
She heads back over the beams of the rafters slowly until she comes to the ledge and drops back down onto it, pushes past the two cops, then walks over to the door of the stairs. She opens the door calmly and makes her way back down until she's backstage. She goes to the Bombshell's lockerroom and doesn't say a word to anyone, even though people are trying to get her attention. She grabs her bag and shoves her things from her locker into it, stopping only long enough to check the board to see if she was on the SuperCard for the Bombshell Championship match like she was expecting, and nods slowly, smirking to herself when she confirms that she is and walks out the door. }
She comes back to herself and smirks as she looks at herself in the mirror.
"I simply won't let another take that title. I hope they're ready for what's coming their way. Because I'm coming and coming hard."
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