Event: Climax Control... 11-20-11
Venue: Centennial Hills Community Center, Las Vegas, NV
Match: Parking Lot Brawl
Opponent: Angelica
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She'd tried her hardest, but Raynin was still not able to overcome the friendship bond that has been established by Misty and Kittie to take the Bombshell Championship. She put up a good fight, and it took the both of them working together to take her down. Now, she's got to get her mind put back in place to start the up hill battle to the top of the ranks of the Bobmshells so she can gain the coveted title. She's got her first obstacle in the form of Angelica, and in none other than a Parking Lot Brawl. Will she be able to put the Gauntlet match behind her and keep her cool during this matchup? Or will it become what it's being hinted to be... An all out battle for the ages Let's find out...
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Definitions of ”PREPARATION"
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1: the action or process of making something ready for use or service or of getting ready for some occasion, test, or duty
2: a state of being prepared
3: a preparatory act or measure
4: something that is prepared; specifically : a medicinal substance made ready for use
5. a proceeding, measure, or provision by which one prepares for something: preparations for a journey.
6. any proceeding, experience, or the like considered as a mode of preparing for the future.
7. an act of preparing.
8. something prepared, manufactured, or compounded: a special preparation for sunbathers.
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Time: November 6, 2011, 12:30 AM... After High Stakes...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Mandalay Bay Events Center... Backstage...
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She's dressed all in leather from head to toe... The soft kidskin kind of leather that you just want to touch. The black leather pants look painted on, and her jacket is just as tight, hugging her curves like only leather can. She's got her jacket halfway unzipped, and underneath, the purple halter top shows off just enough cleavage to be inviting. The black lug bottomed boots don't make a sound on the ground as she walks, her mind deep in thought. She's carrying her black helmet with the silver dragon emblazoned around it's edges, dangling it from a few fingertips as she moves with her saddlebag draped over her shoulder. She's walking through the backstage halls of the arena, trying to keep her composure. She's had one hell of a night and her emotions are running rampant. Her chest is tight from trying to keep her cool and not letting in to the anger, regret, and disappointment she's feeling within herself. As she's moving past the make up station that's being broken down, she sees a group of the make up artists standing there talking quietly to themselves. She lowers her head and tries to move past them as quickly as she can without being noticed, but she's stopped as someone sees her ducking past a spool of wiring and a few stagehands.
"Hey!! Raynin!! Wait up!!"
She stops and takes a deep breath and turns to see the make up artists coming over towards her. One in particular is a short, chunky red haired girl named Claire, and she does the makeup for most of the backstage talent. The shorter woman puts a hand on Raynin's shoulder and rubs it slowly.
"Hey, I just wanted to say that I was watching your match and I thought you did really well."
Raynin nods slowly and sighs softly, shrugging.
"Yeah, I did well, but just not well enough to end up with the title around my waist."
Claire nods pats her shoulder again.
"Well, what do you expect? Just like in the first match, it was basically a handicapped match for you. Misty and Kittie are thick as thieves, and will always have each other's back."
Raynin shrugs and sighs again.
"Yeah, but it shouldn't have mattered. I've fought and bested men in places I think you'd never ever see who were trying to kill me before, and they still didn't fight to take me out as hard as those two did. But then of course, I wasn't hindered in the things that I could do to beat them like I am in a wrestling match... You have no idea how much I wanted to just..."
Raynin grimaces and makes the motions with her hands like she's snapping someone's neck, growling as she throws her hands up in the air and then suddenly just kind of sags and sighs heavily. She looks at Claire and shakes her head.
"I don't know if I'm strong enough to keep things under control."
Claire shrugs and lifts her eyebrow at the taller woman.
"Then don't."
Raynin frowns slightly and looks at the makeup artist who has pulled a makeup brush from somewhere and is toying with the bristles.
"Then don't do what?"
Claire smiles and chuckles softly.
"Don't try to control things. Let it loose. Let it all hang out girl!! You're always so uptight and you walk around here looking so serious... I know... Come out with me and the girls tonight and let your hair down... Get funky fresh and loose..."
Raynin lifts her eyebrow up at the other woman and tries not to smrik.
"Get funky fresh and loose? Say what?"
Claire throws her head back and laughs.
"You know what I mean... Don't lose your sense of humor girl. You just need to have some fun. That's all I'm sayin'... You need to not worry about things so much and just enjoy yourself. You started wrestling cause it was fun for you, right?"
Raynin nods and sighs heavily.
"Actually, I started wrestling because my Tia Angel thought it would be the best way to prepare me for what I'd experience in my basic training and afterward. I've always thought to approach things like a mission... It's been so long since I've wrestled just to wrestle... Maybe I have lost the enjoyment of being in the ring."
Claire taps Raynin in the center of her chest with the end of the makeup brush and throws her hands up in the air.
"There you go... You've lost your motivation. Once you've found it again, then I'm sure you'll start to turn things around in the ring."
Raynin nods slowly and smirks.
"True... very true. And I can honestly say I at least accomplished one thing I absolutely wanted to do in that match."
Claire looks at Raynin curiously.
"Oh really? And what was that?"
Raynin chuckles wickedly.
"I lasted longer in that match than Angelica, and I took her out personally. I made it my business to make sure that I was the one who took her out. I didn't' want anyone else to have the satisfaction of that feat. I swear, I can't stand her big mouth."
Claire shrugs and turns back to the makeup table and continues to pack her things up.
"She's rubbed alot of people the wrong way. And I'm certain alot of the other females will thank you for taking her out. But now, you need to think about what you're gonna wear when you go out with us tomorrow night."
Raynin smiles sheepishly and nods.
"Alright... I'll go."
Claire claps her hands and giggles like a school girl.
"PERFECT!! So, this is where we're going tomorrow night... Here's my number, you go grab something to put on and I'll meet you there at ten o'clock. We're gonna party like it's nineteen ninety nine!! Or... maybe two thousand and nine... who cares! It'll be a blast!!"
Claire pulls out a pen and a notepad and writes out some things, then pulls of the sheet and hands it to Raynin. She reads it and frowns slightly.
"So, who all is going"
Claire goes back to packing up the last of her things.
"Oh, a few people... Shelly, Trina, Claudia... A couple of the other stage hands... It'll be fun."
Raynin nods and shrugs.
"Cool, cool. This could be fun."
Claire sidles up beside Raynin and bumps her hip with her own and chuckles.
"You bet it'll be fun! It'll be just what you need to take your mind off of things... Re-center yourself and shake it like you're gonna break it!"
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head.
"Yeah, just be careful you don't shake it cause you DID break it. I'll see you tomorrow night then."
Raynin waves to the rest of the group and heads out of the arena towards the parking lot. She looks around at the parking lot and sighs, smiling grimly as she walks towards a black Ducati motorcycle with chrome trim. She pulls a pair of black leather riding gloves from her pocket as he moves.
"Next show will be coming soon... Another Climax Control, and this time, it'll be so sweet for me. This place... this is going to be the scene for the demise of Angelica. It's not going to be about wrestling... it's not going to be about impressing anyone... it's going to be about a beat down, plain and simple. She claims to be heaven sent and hell bent, but what she truly is going to be is hell bound. Because I'm going to take her through hell and back just to send her down there again. I'll be her own personal grim reaper. I'm so sick and tired of hearing her mouth... every day it's 'blah blah blah, I'm pretty, blah blah blah, I'm better than this person, blah blah blah, I'm better than that person'... I'm gonna shut her mouth for her. So she's cute... so what! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and inside, she's about as ugly as a horse's ass while it's droppin' a deuce. Looks fade, beauty tarnishes, but what you do and say leaves an impression that can last a lifetime, and right about now, the only impression she's leaving is one that makes people want to kick her teeth in. Angelica... Boy, was that a misnomer or what? And for those of you who aren't used to those thirty-two dollar words, that means someone whose name doesn't fit their face or personality, or calling something a name that doesn't describe it properly. She pulled the wool over her parents eyes something fierce to end up with that name cause she's about as angelic as a demon dancing in the pit, roasting an person on a spit over some flames. She's about to get a serious wake up call. Cause being pretty doesn't mean shit when it comes to this business we're in. It's about heart... and she's heartless... It's about determination... and the only determination she's got is to chase the boss's dick. It's about honor, and she has none... She's about as honorable as a crack head fiending for a rock that steals his mom's clock radio to give to his dealer. It's about skill, which is something she's seriously lacking... But then, this Parking Lot Brawl is not going to be about any of those. No rules... no disqualifications... no ring... no ropes... Just me and her in a circle of vehicles, each of which can be used as a weapon. It's not gonna be about hurricanranas, or elbow drops, or hell, even clotheslines. It's gonna be about breaking your opponent's spirit and laying them the fuck out."
She leans over as she reaches the motorcycle and slips the saddle bag over the back end of the bike securing it, then leans over and raps her knuckles on the ground and whistles and winces slightly as she stands slowly.
"There won't be any padding out here to try and ease the shock of falling on this stuff. The cold, hard concrete is unforgiving. It does brutal stuff to bodies... It draws blood, it breaks bones... It disfigures pretty faces and turns them into so much ground meat and blood and gore. Have you ever seen a person's face get scraped across concrete Angelica? The meat just peels back from the flesh like you're peeling an orange. You get to see exposed bone, and the blood!!... Oh ho ho... the blood is so intense... this is what kinds of harm you're going to have to look forward to. And I'm not even going to start on the possibilities presented by things such as a backdrop onto a car hood, or maybe a powerbomb through a windshield... I think I'll let you experience that first hand and tell me what you think of that. Me... I'm used to it. Growing up in Oaxaca was no picnic or a walk in the park. Let alone the things I've seen oversees... Trust me, I wear my clothes strategically to hide the scars of what I've been through. For me, a Parking Lot Brawl is just another day at the office. You pick up your teeth when you're done, wipe the blood from your eyes and limp on off to the next battle. I've survived, and I came out better for it. But for someone like you... You'll probably be too busy trying to protect your precious face to worry about the axe kick coming to the back of your head to knock you out."
Raynin throws her leg over the bike, chuckles and looks down at her helmet as she starts pulling the straps out so she can put it on. She lifts her eyebrow as she smirks evilly.
"You know... It's been a long time since I just let loose on someone. Just said, 'fuck it, I'm gonna enjoy just beating the shit out of this person', but something inside of me is really happy that the brass thought to line this match up. You know... here's something to wonder about Little Miss Pretty Pants... If Mark Ward really cares that much about you... why would he put you in a match like this one against someone who you've pissed the fuck off? This... This is my playground! I grew up in the streets. I fought for every ounce of respect I earned... I gained it with blood, sweat, tears, broken bones, and missing teeth. You're just too used to having things handed to you. But come Climax Control, all you'll be handed is a knuckle sandwich, and a nice big glass of whoop ass served ice cold."
She slips her helmet over her head with the visor up and buckles up the strap under her chin, then starts the bike, revving the engine. She turns back to the camera and smirks again. She brings her fist sharply into her hand and chuckles, shaking her head slowly.
"Heaven sent... HA!! After I'm through with you Angelica... You'll be praying for hell to grant you relief from what you'll experience. Adios!"
She puts up two fingers in and flips down her visor, then guns the bike. Smoke billows up around the back wheel as she sits there for a bit, then the bike shoots off like a rocket, disappearing in the night as the scene fades out.
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Time: November 7, 2011... 11:30 AM
Place: Just Outside of Las Vegas, Nevada... Specific Location... Unknown...
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She had to get out of the confines of the city today. The concrete jungle was closing down upon her, and she couldn't think, so she drove out into the desert and decided to go for a little bit of a hike. She's dressed casually in a pair of skin tight black jeans and hiking boots with a black and grey flannel hoodie on over a t-shirt. Her hair is in a pair of pigtails, dangling down on either side of her face as she moves. All she needed was a feather on the end of one of them, and she'd almost look Native American with her coloring and the hair. Her dark sunglasses are protecting her eyes from the sun and she's got a bandana stuck in her back pocket. She's got a small backpack on her back and it bounces slightly as she walks. She's moving along a trail until she comes to a tall outcropping of rock. In the distance, you can hear an echo of rocks falling from a high distance, and she can't help but smile as she starts to climb the outcropping and stands looking out over the vast desert surrounding her.
"Sometimes I wonder just what it would be like to truly stand at the top of the mountain. To be the one that everyone has to look up to because you're the best of the best. You have that one thing that proves that you're the best... The Championship title... to feel it's weight against my hips as I step out on stage... That's my one goal in this company."
She slides her hands along her waist, imagining the feel of the Championship title resting there and sighs as she leans her head back, letting the sun beat down onto her face.
"I gave up my name... I gave up my career... I gave up my world... I gave up EVERYTHING for this opportunity... For this chance to stand in the ring with the best this company has to offer and defeat them! And while I have yet to get a win, it's not because of my lack of skill... oh no... I've got skill coming out of my ears... What I keep hearing is, it's because it just wasn't my time yet. I wasn't hungry enough. I hadn't paid my dues enough. I haven't given up enough... BULL SHIT!!! It's because I haven't found a way to divide and conquer the Misty and Kittie regime yet... But Regimes fall... Friendships falter... People backstab other people all in the name of power and glory and I know that one day... ONE DAY my time will come!! And I will stand atop the all mighty Bombshell Division mountain!! And I WILL hold that Championship title HIGH and be declared THE NEW Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion!! And that moment... That moment will be GLORIOUS!!!"
She takes a deep breath and puts her hands on her hips as she squints, putting her hand over her eyes as she looks down at the rocks she used to climb up and notices that in one of the holes, a rattle snake has stuck his head out and is testing the air. A large black scorpion comes out from a hole right above the snake and leaps onto the back of its head. The snake and the scorpion start to tussle, the snake spinning as it tries to snap at the scorpion, and the scorpion trying to hold on and sting the snake. She sighs slowly and shakes her head.
"Isn't that just symbolic of what it means to climb to the top of the Bombshell Division mountain in Sin City Wrestling. You gotta climb over all of the snakes, riff raff and low lives stepping on their heads to make it in this company. And you have to do it carefully so you don't end up getting bit in the end and losing all of the ground you worked so hard to cover. But no matter what... You've just gotta crush 'em."
She picks up a large rock, aims, and then drops it over the edge of the outcropping. Just as the snake sinks it's fangs into the scorpion, the scorpion stings the snake in the top of the head, only to have the large rock come down with a squishing sound to crush them both. Raynin leans over and looks at the ruined mess of what's beneath her and chuckles.
"Sometimes you can let the low lives take each other out... But sometimes... you just have to do a little wetwork and do it yourself. At Climax Control... I get to do a little wetwork. I wonder if Mr. Ward's gonna do this old school, with everyone out there watching to ensure that Angelica can't slip through the ring of cars and run away, or if we end up having the entire parking lot as our playground. There's on preparing for something like what's going to happen when that match starts little girl. All you can do is say your prayers, cross your fingers, eyes, and toes and hope and pray like a MOTHER FUCKER that you come out of that with all of your appendages still attached, your scalp still safe on your head, and your face still in one piece. And as you can see by my glowing smile, my flawless skin that I generally come out of situations like this no worse for wear. But I'll do you a favor chica. I'll buy you a nice stash of concealer to hide the marks once I'm done with you. Who knows... maybe after I'm done, Mark will toss you out like the piece of trash you know deep down you really are."
Raynin crosses her arms over her chest and takes a deep breath.
"For me, Angelica, you'll be nothing more than a stepping stone. I may have stumbled and fallen in the beginning, but if there's one thing I never am, it's a quitter. I won't stop until I get what I want. I'm worse than the energizer fuckin' bunny! I will just keep going and going and going until finally I have achieved my task and I can stand there and dance on your fucking head in the process!! But actually... I'll get to do just that at Climax Control once I lay you out and leave you battered, broken, and bruised in the middle of the Parking Lot."
Raynin reaches in her back pack and pulls out rope, a harness and a carabiner, which she slips up onto her body over her jeans. She hums softly to her self as she leans over and hammers an o-ring into the top of the outcropping of rock and threads a line to it, attaching it to her harness. She leans over the edge of the rocks and tosses the end of the line down. She looks up and grins confidently.
"You see, one of the biggest things that separate the women from the little girls like you is... I'm not afraid to take chances. I'm not afraid to go out there and put it all on the line. People ask me why I do the things I do... why I gave everything up without knowing what the outcome will be, and I say this... 'Why fear the unknown? All you have to do is step out, and everything unknown comes to light. Things are only unknown until you know them.' Think about that..."
She suddenly leaps high into the air and goes flying off of the side of the out cropping, shrieking into the wind as she hurtles downward in a slow arc. She twists her body in the air and pulls her feet up and catches herself about halfway down the outcropping with her boots against the stone. She uses this hopping style motion to lower herself down to ground level, then pulls the rope loose and packs it back in the back pack. She slips it back on her back and smiles as she looks into the camera.
"Here's another little tidbit for thought Angelica? How do you stop a speeding locomotive with your barehands? The answer to that is... you don't. You either get out of the way or you get steamrolled. And come Climax Control, you can just call me the little engine that could. Chugga-Chugga, Chugga-Chugga... toot toot!!"
Raynin kicks the rock that she tossed over the side of the outcropping out of the way reaches into the bloody mess and pulls out the carcass of the rattle snake, nodding slowly.
"Not bad... this'll make an awesome belt."
She stands and turns walking back down the path she came down, swinging the rattle snake's ruined body as she goes, whistling all the way as the scene fades.
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