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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!!”
As Raynin hits the water, the scene fades out...
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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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