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Event: December 2 Dismember... Sunday December 18 2011
Venue: Eagle's Nest Arena in Los Angeles, California
Match: Glass Christmas Ball Match
Opponent: Minerva Soto
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She did it!! Raynin put the boots to that loud mouthed wench, Angelica and shut her up good... well, at least for as long as Angelica will keep her mouth closed. She proved herself as more than just a Bombshell, but a force to be reckoned with. Now, the management has seen fit to pit her skills against Minerva Soto at December 2o Dismember in a Glass Christmas Ball Match! Picture it... All of those angles of the Rebel with a Cause reflecting off of the glass balls decorating the ring... And the potential for carnage!!... I swear, I almost can't wait! Can you? AS the world prepares for the Holiday Season, Raynin prepares herself for the potential of rending flesh from bone. You can feel it's going to be one exciting matchup... Will Raynin be able to come out the victor? What role will Darknyss play in the upcoming match? Let's find out...
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Definitions of ” MENTOR"
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1. a wise and trusted counselor or teacher.
2. an influential senior sponsor or supporter.
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3. something that motivates; inducement; incentive:
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Time: December 3, 2011, 4:30 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Inside of Master Kim's Dojo... Inside the back room...
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It's a small place, just off of one of the main drags through the city. It doesn't appear to take up very much space, stuck between a florist that sells bonsai trees and a petshop where you can actually buy koi. The window seems to fly past very quickly as you walk down the street, and if you're not looking for it, the plain sign over the door doesn't quite grab your eye. It's a place that on the outside seems very unnoticable. As you enter the place, you see all of the faces of the kids that are spread out across the mat in their crisp white gi's, their many different colored belts cinched tightly around their waists. Their faces are all business and seriousness as they follow the instructions of the older kids wearing blackbelts with white stripes around the end of the belts that are leading the classes. Their yells of 'kee-yah' are as sharp as the creases in their uniform pants, and their punches and kicks show that alot of practice has gone on. Even down to the younger kids of around five who are spread out front, looking adorable and fierce all at the same time as they punch and kick just as efficiently and effectively as the larger children and teenagers spread out behind them.
Behind the student teachers and in front of the mass of students, there's a long glass wall that appears to be the end of the building, until you notice that someone seems to suddenly appear from out of the glass wall. Another of the blackbelted students comes striding out from seemingly no where to slap her hands. Everyone does their last movement and stands with their fists at waist level, palms down, and their feet at shoulder width, waiting for instructions. As you walk past the students who are preparing for the next part of their lesson, you finally get to see how the trick with the mirrors is accomplished... The mirrors aren't a solid wall. There are 2 walls about seven feet long that stand about three feet out from the wall, giving the illusion of a solid wall when approached from the front. Behind the two walls, there are doorways... One is marked with a 'lockerrooms' sign, and the other, which is the one the student came from is unmarked.
As you enter the doorway, you step into a short hallway with 2 doors, one marked office and the other marked private. The second door will not open until the first is closed. Stepping through the second doorway is like stepping through a portal into another dimension just about. The room seems to sprawl for the entire block. You can tell that the smallness of the Dojo from the outside is again just another illusion as you look around at what almost appears to be an oasis with a large rock sparring ring to one side, a zen garden with ponds, small rivers, and a ten foot, gently falling water fall, and a small altar with a bronze buddha statue on it to the other. In the center, there is a space for training. The concrete floor is immaculate. Not even a speck of dust as you might have imagined there would be for this kind of floor, and you can walk silently upon it. The sound of soft music fills the air to harmonize with the sound of the softly rushing and falling water.
In the center of the training space, a low table is laid out, covered with a starched white linen cloth. On that table lays Raynin. She's wearing a pair of black gi pants and a black wife beater tank top. Around her waist is a black belt with white stripes on either end in a 'v' pattern. Her hair is pulled back in a low ponytail, and the end of it's resting on her shouler. Her feet are bare, and her toes are painted in a soft coral pink. She's got her arms out to her sides, her feet close together, and she almos t looks asleep. She's breathign slowly, and her eyes are closed. Darknyss is slowly walking around her, looking down upon her form as she lays there. She's dressed in a matching outfit of black gi pants and a black wife beater tank top, but the ends of her belt are decorated with a white dragon pattern embroidered on it. Her hair is pulled back in a french braid, and the ends of the ponytail are loose and hang around her shoulders in soft waves. She smiles down at her mentee who is laying before her.
"I'm very proud of you Raynin. You took the first step towards your goal of gaining the Bombshell Championship, which was signing with me, taking me as a Mentor, and allowing me to manage you. You took the second step by letting go and enjoying yourself during your match against Angelica. You stopped worrying and living in your head and started to live in the moment... You let your wings spread like an angel and you soared and you came out a victor. And now the real work begins... NOW you must train your body in ways that you never have before."
Raynin opens an eye and winces, but sighs.
"You know that I train and I train hard. Hell, I'm always training. What makes you say that I need more training?"
Darknyss reaches down and taps Raynin on the forehead with her fingertip.
"As my Sensei used to say, 'A body becomes used to a regular routine, and stops gaining the benefits of such endeavors. A body must be pushed past it's limits to be stretched, and molded into something more than it was before.' That means, normal work out regimines can only take you so far. You must strive to be better... different... more than what you were before, and as such, you must put your body through various stresses before it can become what you want it to be."
Raynin snorts and winces again.
"I've already been trained to be a walking weapon. My Tia Angel saw to that."
Darknyss reaches down and taps Raynin's forehead with her fingertip as Raynin winces again.
"A living weapon your body might be, but it's a vulnerable vessel, which your wincing proves. We must make your body as strong as your will so it can withstand the match which you're about to be put in."
Raynin winces again and frowns up at her Mentor.
"I can't help but wince!! This hurts!!"
Darknyss reaches down and taps Raynin on the forehead again, making her jump and wince and yelp before she settles own.
"It's supposed to hurt. Do you think that being in a Glass Christmas Ball match won't hurt? What will you do, the first time you fall on one of those things, it shatters, and glass is ground into yoru flesh? Are you gonna give in? Are you gonna quit? Are gonna throw in the towel? Or will you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and say, 'Please sir, may I have another sir?' and keep on with the match?"
Raynin growls softly and frowns, trying her hardest not to move on the table.
"You know exactly what I'd do... If I'm cut open and hurt, I'll keep going. If I've got glass shards in my ass, I will pick them out once I've pinned Minerva. I've got too much at stake right now... This is my chance to prove myself to Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, that bringing me into this company was a good thing, and that I'm going to never stop trying to put on the best show possible! I want to have the fans screaming my name! And I want to get my hands on that Championship belt!! I don't care if I have to throw myself head first into a huge pile of Christmas balls, or douse myself in hot chocolate... I'm not about to stop until I've put each and every one of the other Bombshells on my victory column, complete with gold stars and glitter for an excellent match put on, and I get my shot at that title again! So a little glass in my ass is not about to stop me. And neither will this."
Darknyss nods slowly and leans over Raynin, putting her hands on her shoulders and leaning her weight on the smaller girl's upper body. Raynin winces as Darknyss chuckles softly.
"Well, if you can endure this, then falling on a pile of shards of broken glass will be a walk in the park."
Darknyss pushes herself up off of hte smaller woman's shoulders and Raynin settles back down, laying there. Slowly, the white of the linen cloth starts to change color as a blood red stain starts to form and spread around Raynin's shoulders and upper back. She still lays there, not moving. She breathes deeply as the stain starts to spread larger and larger.
"Pain is an illusion. Pain stems from fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death which your heart experiences when it loses control. If you control the fear, you can control the pain. If you can control the pain, you can control your body through just about any situation..."
Darknyss reaches down and taps Raynin on the shoulder.
"It's time..."
Raynin takes a deep breath and sighs softly to herself. She sits up slowly, wincing as she does. When she sits up, you can see what looks like a series of holds decorating her shoulders, oozing large beads of blood. On the white cloth that was beneath her, a large red stain fof her lifeblood decorates the white background. She stands gingerly and turns herself around, looking down at the low table.
"If you can control your fear and your pain through any situation, then you you can withstand just about anything..."
She then takes a hold of the edge of the white sheet and rips it off of the low table, and it makes a strange, almost ringing sound as she takes a deep breath....
"And if you can withstand laying on a bed of nails for a few hours, then you can make it through damn near anything... including a while in the ring in a Glass Christmasball match."
She and Darknyss stand there, looking down at the bed of nails which Raynin had been laying on. A large bead of blood remains on the end of one of the nails for a moment before it folls down the side of it to plop on the table beneath it. Darknyss nods slowly at her and smirks wickedly.
"Now you're seeing the method to the madness... Or is it the madness to the method... Sometimes I can't remember which one it is. Anyways... I think you're just about ready."
Darknyss reaches up and slas Raynin hard on the shoulder, making her cry out and wince. Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.
"Aahh, suck it up... The match at the Pay per view won't exactly be a picnic in the park. But I think you'll do just fne... Just fine indeed."
Raynin smirks and sighs deeply.
"I hope so. I'm gonna give Minerva Soto a Christmas Present she will never forget... And that's a humiliating defeat at my hands."
Darknyss nods slowly adn Raynin turns her head to look at her new found friend and mentor.
"Now, do you mind getting me some anti-biotic cream for my back? Don't want it to get infected you know..."
Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.
"Come on you lightweight. Let's go get you patched up."
Raynin nods slowly and starts to walk gingerly off towards the doorway with Darknyss leading the way as the scene fades out.
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