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Event: December 2 Dismember... 12-16-11
Venue: Eagle's Nest Arena in Los Angeles, California
Match: Glass Christmas Ball Match
Opponent: Minerva Soto
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As the holidays approach, and the December 2 Dismember Supercard looms over everyone's heads, the Rebellious One is in a kind of low mood. She's got the Holiday blues, which happens every year around this time? What causes these moods? Will she be able to raise herself out of this blue funk before the Pay Per View and give Minerva Soto, 'The Gift That Keeps On Giving', also known as a boot to the head? Or will the Holidays be a Debbie Downer and cost Raynin the victory?... Let's find out...
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... ANOTHER LONELY CHRISTMAS ...
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Definitions of ”Memory"
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1. the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences.
2. this faculty as possessed by a particular individual:
3. the act or fact of retaining and recalling impressions, facts, etc.; remembrance; recollection:
4. the length of time over which recollection extends:
5. a mental impression retained; a recollection:
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Time: December 12, 2011, 3:30 PM...
Place: Los Angeles, California... Hyatt Regency Hotel... Inside the lobby...
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The room was decorated for the holidays, and all of the people working for the hotel were filled with Christmas Cheer. Tinsel and lights decorated the doorways, wreaths and holly were hung everywhere, and a huge tree filled one corner of the lobby, shining like a beacon to all of those with even an inkling of the holiday spirit. The holiday train that circled around and through large and small fake gifts delighted even the biggest of children to no end. The employees were just filled to the brim with the stuff that made Santa's reindeer fly. They were wearing their holiday ties, Santa hats, Elf ears, donned those ugly gaudily decorated Christmas sweaters and they were always humming the Christmas songs that were playing over the PA all day. In the break room for the employees had gallons of egg nog chilling in the fridge, and everyone was talking about what they were going to be having for Christmas Dinner, or what they were getting from Santa that year. Everyone wanted to be known as 'nice' and not 'naughty' so they could get everything they wanted from the big man in the red suit.
It was chilly outside that day, as the temperature had actually dropped below the sixties, and she was wrapped up in a warm, black leather bomber jacket. She'd just stepped off of the shuttle from the Airport, and she'd not had the best of flights and was irritable, even though she didn't look it. Her long hair was laying around her face and shoulders in soft waves, and her dark blue straight legged jeans hugged her curves just right. The knee high black moccasin style boots with silver and jade accents made her long legs look inviting as she stood and stretched, trying to work the kinks out of her back and shoulders and hips. She hears each joint crack and pop and moans at the luxurious feeling of each vertebrae slipping back into place. Her slightly glossed cherry colored lips look inviting as the moans make the guy driving the van turn around and look her over appreciatively. She reached back inside and grabbed her bags, letting the wheels on the big one fall to the ground with a practiced flip, and setting her carryon on top before she walked towards the door...
And into her own candy cane nightmare. The smell of peppermint, egg nog, and christmas cookies assaulted her senses and she was blinded by the lights of the christmas tree. She gasps and shakes her head slowly as she tries to adjust to the intensity of what's surrounding her. She tries hard not to plug her ears at the strains of 'Jingle Bell Rock' being played repeatedly over the PA. She grimaces as she sees the sweaters and looks on almost frightened at what she's seeing. She wades through all of the Christmas clutter and makes it to the front desk only to have her senses assaulted once again by a host and hostess in their twenties dressed like Mr. and Mrs. Claus back in the day. The hostess is wearing a skirt so short that it would make Mrs. Claus blush twenty different shades of red, and make Santa say 'ho ho ho' and mean it. The host is dressed in what could only be called 'the Armani version' of a Santa Suit, and has his Santa hat cocked to the side on his head. She can't help it anymore and bursts out laughing, laying her forehead down on her arm on the counter, and banging it with her fist lightly.
"Oh my GOD!! And here, I thought I'd seen it all..."
The host and hostess look at one another and then back at the beautiful young lady standing before them, trying to hold back her laughter and failing miserably. The hostess straightens her extremely short skirt and cocks her head to the side slightly.
"Welcome to the Hyatt Regency Hotel. Ho, ho, how can I help you?"
She can't help it but bursts out laughing again, holding her stomach as she tries to catch her breath. When she can finally breathe once more, she sighs heavily.
"Oh wow... That was priceless... I've got a reservation. It should be under Raynin."
She reaches in her pocket and pulls out a small blue bandana and wipes her eyes as the host looks on at her, frowning slightly.
"So, what's wrong with you? You act like you've never seen anyone enjoying the holiday spirit before."
Raynin puts her hand on her chest as she tries to catch her breath.
"Well, I've seen people having fun at Christmas before, but never anyone so... festive as you two."
The hostess blushes and grins hugely at her, taking the obvious dig as a compliment.
"Why thank you!! I think we've got festive down pact. Care for a gingerbread man?"
She gestures to the plate that's sitting on the counter of cookies shaped like men and women, but they're more anatomically correct than the normal gingerbread men. Raynin gasps and shakes her head as she tries not to break out in laughter again.
"Um, no... I think I'm ok."
The hostess frowns for a moment, but then the grin gets pasted back on her face almost instantaneously.
"Well ok then.... so now... let's see... Raynin... Raynin... Raynin... Is that first or last name?"
She rolls her eyes slowly and takes a deep breath.
"That would be first name... it's the only name."
The hostess nods slowly again.
"Ok... let me check some more... I've got a Raymond... A Raymone... A Raymona.... A Raynoldo... but no Raynin. Are you sure you made a reservation?"
She takes a deep breath and reaches in her pocket and pulls out a print out of her reservation confirmation.
"Of course I made a reservation. Here's the confirmation number. I booked a suite. I'm expecting company."
The hostess goes back to typing away on the computer, and she bites her bottom lip gently.
"I don't seem to have this confirmation number in our system. Are you sure it's for tonight?"
Raynin leans forward and bangs her fist on the countertop, making the host and hostess jump backward, each putting a hand to their chests at the shock.
"Look here Mrs. Claus wanna be... I'm here for an event that's taking place in four days. Sin City Wrestling's December 2 Dismember is the name of the event. It's a big Pay Per View! My second ever, and I've got one hell of a match on December sixteenth! I've got to step into the ring and face Minerva Soto! I've got only four days to wrap my head around just what it means to be put through a Glass Christmas Ball match up and survive it with my body, my mind, my flesh, hell, maybe even MY FACE in tact, and the LAST THING I NEED right now, is this kind of crap! I prepaid for this reservation! You can see RIGHT HERE the EXACT room I wanted, and the dates I reserved for! Now find my freakin' reservation before I re-enact the song 'Grandma got run over by a reindeer' with you as the Grandma and me as Rudolph!"
The hostess puts her hands to her face and backs away slowly, but the host turns bright red with anger and steps forward. He starts to shake his finger in her face.
"What's your problem! How dare you act this way towards her!! You ma'am, have no Christmas spirit! Why, I've got half a mind to..."
She steps right up to the counter and grabs his finger, yanking him towards her by it. He yelps like a woman, the sound so high pitched and loud, everyone hears it over the blaring Christmas music and turns around to see what's going on. Raynin cocks her head to the side and looks the host right in the eyes.
"You've got half a mind to do what? Scream like a little bitch and run away with your tail tucked between your legs? Piss your pants at the thought of getting your ass kicked by a girl? Ruin that oh so glamourous suit at the thought of just what I can do to you? If you weren't thinking about that before, I'm damned well sure you're thinking it now. And if you're not, then maybe you better start thinking about it. You see, I'm not in the Christmas Spirit. I'm in the 'jack mother fuckers up' kind of Spirit. I've got a list, and I'm checkin' it twice, and everyone on that list will know that I'm naughty and not nice... And if you two can't find my reservation, I'm considering starting with Mr. and Mrs. Claus. I'm worse than the Grinch in Whooville, cause I'll make sure you never get a slice of Roast Beast!"
She lets the host's finger go and steps back, cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck and shoulders like she's about to snap. The hostess runs forward and starts to type quickly on the keyboard. Raynin starts to step forward and the hostess looks up with a forced smile, the fear evident in her eyes.
"Oh look!! I found your reservation!! It was just upgraded to a bigger suite at no charge which was why I couldn't find it!"
The host looks at the hostess and pulls her aside and starts to whisper loudly at her.
"Amber! That is the Presidential Suite!! It's been booked for a month and a half for that big convention we have coming next week!! You know we always keep it open the week before just in case!"
The hostess looks nervously between the host and Raynin who is rolling her wrists around slowly. She bites her lips and shakes her head.
"I'm thinking about preserving my life here Jeff!! I'm not about to risk making her mad by not having her reservation! Don't you know who that is? I thought I recognized that name!! She's one of those wrestling chicks from Vegas!! You know, the ones Sam is always talking about going to see? He made me watch one of her matches!! She could break my neck in a heartbeat without blinking!"
Raynin nods and shrugs and calls out to the pair.
"Probably quicker, and I wouldn't think twice about it."
The hostess gasps and puts a hand to her throat and turns back to the host.
"I don't care what you say Jeff! I'm giving her the suite with all of the amenities!"
He shakes his head quickly.
"That room is five hundred dollars more a night than what she paid!! We can't just give it to her!!"
Raynin lifts her leg and places her moccasin booted foot on the counter and starts to stretch her legs slowly, then does a couple of test kicks by tossing up one of the gingerbread men and kicking it against the wall where it shatters into pieces with a loud thud. The hostess pushes the host away and comes back and taps a few keys on the keyboard and picks up a couple of card keys and swipes them across the card reader.
"Here you are Miss... Here's your keys, and we apologize for the mix up. You have all of the amenities including free access to the spa complete with swedish massage, the steam rooms, the saunas, and your suite has a hot tub and a private pool, and free roomservice. It's the twelfth floor, room twelve-one-oh-four. No one else is on that floor. I hope you enjoy your stay here at the Hyatt."
Raynin puts on a saccharine sweet smile and cocks her head to the side.
"Why thank you Amber. I think I will now. And happy Holidays to you!!"
Raynin picks up her bags and motions to a bellhop who takes them from her. She starts to walk away, but then turns around and grabs one of the gingerbread men and holds it up to the host, then quickly and savagely bites off the head and chews it slowly while looking him right in the eye. He gasps and puts a hand over his chest.
"My word!!"
She throws her head back and laughs wickedly, then slaps the headless cookie on his chest.
"Merry Christmas."
She turns around and follows the bellhop off towards the elevators, singing 'Winter Wonderland' loudly as the scene fades out.
"What a beautiful sight... we're happy tonight... Walking in a winter wonderland..."
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Time: December 12, 2011... 10:50 PM
Place: Los Angeles, California... Hyatt Regency Hotel... Inside of Raynin's Suite...
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She was sitting on the bed as she looked out over the lights of the city. She was dressed in nothing more than a pair of light blue, high cut cotton panties and a white wife beater tank top. The music is playing softly in the background and she's looking down at a book of pictures sighing softly and sniffing away tears.
"I hate Christmas time. While everyone else is talking about going to visit family and planning trips, and talking about how wonderful it is at this time of year, all it does is remind me of what I lost."
She runs her fingers over the pictures of her with her parents at Christmas time. She sees a picture of herself at about age four grinning up at the camera with only a few teeth in the front with wrapping paper and ribbon around her and hugging a box with a doll in it that's almost as big as she is and she chuckles. She wipes her nose and flops down on her stomach and sighs heavily.
"I used to love Christmas. It was my favorite time of year. I used to believe in Santa and the tooth fairy and the easter bunny just like every other little kid... But I was forced to grow up too early. I had so many things taken from me... I've lost so much family... So many that I cared about..."
She flips to another photo of herself as a teenager, standing between a pair of handsome twin boys with braces and she smirks slightly to herself.
"Jason and Justin... My two best friends in highschool... I even lost the two of you."
She flips to a picture of the three of them together at a Christmas Party in their senior year of highschool. They're each holding a present out to one another, and the photo under it shows them each holding up the gifts they'd gotten. Justin had given her a locket with three hearts, and the pictures inside was of each of them, with her in the middle. Jason had given her a charm bracelet, and she'd given them each matching watches in different colors. When she flips the page, she sees the three of them heading off to prom. Jason had asked her first, and Justin had taken another girl from school named Tammy who he'd ditched as soon as they'd finished taking pictures and stayed stuck by her and his brother for the rest of the night. They'd been inseparable until that fateful night after the following Thanksgiving, just before Christmas when a drunk driver took Jason from them both and put Justin in a wheelchair. Justin couldn't handle life without his brother, and instead of getting better, he'd just wasted away. She'd been away at school when it happened, and remembered standing stoically as she paid homage to them both, only letting the tears slip while no one was looking to bless their grave sites. She wipes her eyes again and sighs heavily as she looks down on their obituaries.
"So much loss... So much wasted potential... So much that's been taken fro me... But this time I get to take back. Christmas has always been such a bitch to me. But this Christmas, I get to be a bitch to someone else. This Christmas, I get to take one more step towards my goal of becoming Bombshell Champion as I lay waste to Minerva Soto. Maybe... after I'm done with her... Christmas just may not look quite so bad anymore... But that remains to be seen..."
She lays her head down on the pillow and kisses her fingertips and places them on the faces of her friends and family she'd lost.
"Feliz Navidad..."
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