Event: Climax Control... 1-8-12
Venue: Aztec Aquaplex in San Diego, California
Match: Standard Single's Match
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December 2 Dismember was an epic and bloody battle between Minerva Soto and the Rebel with a Cause, Raynin! The two women will be picking glass out of their special places for quite a long time after that match. But Raynin was able to come out of it the victor. Now that she's been sewn up, bandaged up, and is on the mend, she's ready to prepare mentally and physically to step into the ring against the one of the new editions to the Bombshell Roster, Cookie S'mores. And while it's listed as a Standard matchup, it's going to be truly HardCore for Raynin as she faces the mountain that is Cookie. To begin with, Raynin is going home to Oaxaca, Mexico to visit her family for the Holidays. Will Santa see what a very good girl she's been this year and hand Raynin the win in her match up at Climax Control? Will she be able to show her opponent how the cookie truly crumbles, or will Raynin end up getting dunked? Let's find out...
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Definitions of ”HOME"
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1 a : one's place of residence
b: domicile
c : house
2 : the social unit formed by a family living together
3 a : a familiar or usual setting
b : congenial environment;
c : the focus of one's domestic attention
d : habitat
4 a : a place of origin
b : one's own country
c : headquarters 5: an establishment providing residence and care for people with special needs
6: the objective in various games; especially : home plate
— at home
c: relaxed and comfortable : at ease
b: in harmony with the surroundings
a: on familiar ground : knowledgeable 7: a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
8: the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.9: an institution for the homeless, sick, etc.
10: the dwelling place or retreat of an animal.
11: the place or region where something is native or most common.
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Time: Decmber 23, 2011, 12:30 PM...
Place: Laredo, Texas... On the I-35 South Highway... Just before the Mexico Border...
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She was drifting off in space, the warm arms of sleep holding her tightly as she lay there breathing softly. The dream was wrapped around her like a familiar blanket. She's a kid again, around seven years old, pigtails with ribbons in her hair, dressed in her footed pajamas decorated with winnie the pooh, curled up on the couch, with her mother on one side of her, and her father on the other. Though in this dream, instead of seeing herself as a kid, it's herself as she is today. Everything seems giant to her because she was so small when she was seven. Her feet are dangling off the edge of the couch as she leans back against her father's chest and she starts to swing her feet happily as she holds the humongous bowl of popcorn in her arms. Her mother's arm is behind her back and her mother's hand is resting on her father's thigh as he slides his arm around her mother's shoulders to hold his two girls close. Her feet stop swinging and she sighs softly as her mother lays her head on the top of her head and kisses it gently. She's surrounded in the glow of their love and protection, and she's happy as they watch some movie that she can't even remember. All that matters to her is the feeling of being wrapped in their arms and being content. Behind them, a Christmas tree twinkles in the window, lightening the dark of the night outside.
They see her as the little girl she once was... young and innocent... before the hardships of the adult world can change her into the woman she's become. But because she's really an adult, she can't remain in this idyllic world. She looks up at the faces of her parents, her eyes looking old and strange with her face framed by her pigtails. She pulls her feet up under herself and sits cross legged, resting the bowl of popcorn in her lap as she watches her mother and father, smiling down at her, then looking up at each other and kissing. She takes a deep breath and sighs.
"Mom... Dad... I miss you both so much."
Her parents don't seem to hear her, and start to laugh and point at the television as they take turns reaching into the bowl for kernels of popcorn. She slips her fingers into the bowl and starts to toy with a few of the warm, buttery kernels. She looks back up at her parents again and bites her bottom lip before she speaks.
"I think you'd be proud of me. I'm one of the top contenders in the Sin City Wrestling. Abuelo and Tia Angel trained me well. I'm told I'm like a hellcat in the ring. I've bested women who think that theyr'e just the best that the world has to offer. They think they're God's gift to wrestling, and I showed them that they needed to be in the return's bins. I made them feel like that ugly sweater that just keeps turning up around Christmas time that Aunt Felicia gave Daddy, and he wears when his family comes to visit for the holidays. I'm putting them back on the shelf by the time I'm done with them. Angelica hasn't been seen since our match. I guess she needed time to recuperate. And soon, very soon, I will get the chance to go up against the Bombshell Champion herself. I'm gonna show kitty that all she is really is a pussy that needs some valium and a straight jacket. I don't care how crazy she thinks she is... I'll show her what it means to be crazy like a fox. Hell, I've dealt with crazy before. It's all just another state of being. Besides, I don't think she's really crazy... Maybe just a little blessed and touched in the head, but not crazy. She wasn't so crazy as to give up that Bombshell Championship without a fight. And it worked to her advantage too. That's not being crazy... I think what she did was smart as hell. But then, maybe not as smart she thought, because now she has to face me instead of Misty. Misty should be thankful that Kittie beat her. Because if I'd have had to face her instead, I'd have to apologize to her little girl for what I'd done to her mother. Now I'll just have to apologize for what I'm going to do to her Aunt. And trust me, with all of the bullshit she's been saying about me lately, I'm going to enjoy taking that title belt from Kittie. But then, I did warn the both of them. They thought that their friendship was gonna stand the test of time, but in the end, their greed for the Bombshell Championship got the best of them. And this happy little happenstance has left them wide open for me to come in an take what is most coveted by every Bombshell in this company. That Bombshell title will soon be mine."
Her mother picks up a handful of popcorn and throws it over her head at her father. She reaches up and picks stray kernels of popcorn from her hair. She slips the few little kernels in her mouth and chews carefully as turns her attention back to the television screen. It's all a blur really. All you can make out is that it's a cartoon. She feels her her mother's hands smoothing her hair as she snuggles closer against her and her father's sides.
"Before I get my shot at Kitty and the Bombshell title though, I've got another match at Climax Control. The way I impressed the bosses... They just want me to keep giving them amazing matches. So they've pitted me in another match. Can you believe it? It's against some new girl named Cookie S'mores. Though, calling her a girl isn't really an accurate description. She's more of an... over-abundance of flesh in a dress. She's a bear of a woman... and not in a good way. She's going to be a big mountain I'll have to get over, but you know me... I don't back down from a challenge. I don't care what I have to do to get a win over her. I've taken all of the losses that I'm going to. So what she's two hundred and forty five pounds. I don't care. I've faced bigger and badder folks than her in Baghdad. Hell, she may have me by a few inches, but at least she's not come crazed insurgent weilding a pipe or an AK-47. So what she's got me by about a hundred pounds. That doesn't mean she's flippin' invincible. She's a human, just like me, and that mean she's got a weakness. I'll just have to find out what that is. And I'll find it. You better believe I will."
Her father leans over and kisses her forehead, and she closes her eyes as a tear slips down her cheek. She grabs hold to his large hand and pulls his arm around her waist and as she sinks back into his arms, wiggling to try and get closer to them both. She looks up again and her father is using his other arm to sweep her mother's hair from her cheek. She hears them talking, but with it being a memory, it seems like it's a whisper, or like the adults from the Snoopy Cartoons when they go, 'wha wah wha wah wah, wha wah wah...' and only a few lines can be heard clearly, but soft.
"Te amo mi belinda niña. I love you my beautiful baby girl."
She curls up in the arms of her parents and lets the tears spill down her cheeks as she lets the movie watch her instead of her watching it. Her parents will randomly laugh and feed her salty, buttery kernels of popcorn and she doesn't want this memory to end. But all too soon, she can feel herself slipping away from that moment. She clutches to her parent's arms, not wanting them to go. The tears are flowing freely now, and her cheeks are drenched.
"No!! Momma!! Papa! Don't leave me!! NO!!! Not again! Please, don't go!!"
But the moment is fading, and her parents are going right along with the memory. The sight of them starts to go fuzzy and faded, and she's left sitting on an empty couch wearing her winnie the pooh footed pajamas, her hair in pigtails hanging around her face. She wipes her eyes and whimpers as the memory floods her with emotion, her bottom lip trembling. She calls out into the emptiness.
"Momma!! Papa!! Come back!! I don't want to be alone anymore!! Come back!! Please, come back!!"
The couch disappears, and she's left standing there in a fog of her memory. She drops down to the ground, wiping her eyes and wrapping her arms around herself as she starts to sob.
"I don't want to be alone! Don't leave me!!"
She's suddenly jarred out of the memory with the words on her lips as she shouts.
"DON'T LEAVE ME!!"
She suddenly bolts upright, and her chest hits the seatbelt with a hard jerk. She hits it so hard, she gasps and puts a hand to her chest. She then looks down at herself, and looks around at her surroundings, looking confused until she realizes she's in the front seat of an SUV. Her eyes catch the sight of her face and she grimaces. She's got a large bandage on her forehead, and one going down her cheek from having it raked against broken glass. She knew that beneath the bandages, stitches decorate her flesh. She was just happy that the doctor Darknyss had referred her too was also a plastic surgeon, and he assured her that the stitches would come out without leaving even the slightest of scars. The bandages on her back, sides, legs, and behind covered even more stitches, and she didn't care if they scarred there.... She wore scars on her body proudly as a warrior... But her face... Her face was the last bastion of a legacy from her mother. Her face was the one thing she could look at and remember every aspect of her mother as she looked almost exactly like her. She can handle a scar anyplace else but there. She's actually curled up on the front seat of the car, looking almost small and childlike as she's wrapped up in her clothing. She stretches again and winces as one of her stitches pulls slightly on her back. She falls back against the seat of the truck, and puts a hand over her eyes, shielding it from the light streaming through the windows. She's got a warm, sheepskin lined, red and black flannel jacket on with a matching pair of earmuffs sitting in her lap. Her dark blue jeans look well worn, and the soft suede leather mid-calf boots have a cuff and silver and jade accents going down the sides look warm as well as comfortable. She wipes the side of her cheek, feeling the pattern from her jacket imprinted in her flesh. She looks around, trying to shake the cobwebs out of her mind, and yawns, still squinting through one eye as she looks over at the person behind the wheel and sees Darknyss staring back at her out the corner of her eye as she tries to keep an eye on the road. Darknyss smiles at her slightly and nods slowly at her.
"Good afternoon sleepy head."
Raynin sits up more slowly and stretches, listening to the sound of her joints creaking and cracking as they readjust themselves with the effort. She looks out the window and frowns at the sight of nothing but sand going past the car as they roll along. She looks back at Darknyss and looks into the back of the truck, seeing nothing and her frown deepens.
"Where are we? What time is it?"
Darknyss taps the GPS and squints slightly against the light as she tries to see the screen.
"It's about twelve forty-five in the afternoon. It's December the twenty-third. We're about twenty miles outside of Laredo, Texas We should hit it in about an hour if this traffic holds."
Raynin sits up quickly again, hitting the seatbelt like a bullet, her eyebrows so high, it looks like they're reaching for the heavens, and her jaw is dropped and dragging on the ground.
"What the hell?"
Darknyss reaches down on the floor behind Raynin's seat and pulls out a lunchbag, placing it on Raynin's lap. Raynin starts to open the bag, digging into it and pulling out chips and a sandwich and a banana while she's looking at Darknyss.
"Laredo, Texas??!! What the hell are we doing in fuckin' Laredo, Texas? We were supposed to be heading back to Vegas, not flippin' Laredo!! And what do you mean it's the twenty-third? When we left California, it was the twenty-first!"
Raynin starts to peel the banana and opens her mouth wide to take a bite, but stops as it starts to tug on her stitches. She winces and instead starts to nibble on it, chewing slowly and gently so she doesn't cause more damage to the scars on her face. Darknyss reaches up with a hand and sweeps a few stray strands of her hair back behind her ears as she bobs her head slowly to the music. She smiles over at Raynin, and shrugs curiously.
"You should try the sandwich. It's honey and brown sugar glazed ham with swiss. Home made ham at that... none of that processed bullshit. Nice and thick cut with a crunchy crust. The bread is home made honey wheat too, and it's fresh made today. You'll love it."
Raynin shrugs and nods slowly, setting aside the banana to unwrap the sandwich slowly. She sniffs it and her mouth actually starts to water at the smell of the sweet and salty meat. the sandwich is massive, and she actually moans at the taste of it as she picks off a piece of the meat and nibbles at it. It's covered in lettuce and thick slices of tomato, the bread a soft honey wheat and covered in mayo with thick slices of swiss cheese. As she's checking out what's on the sandwich, Darknyss keeps her eyes on the road, and keeps glancing over at her every now and then.
"I'm just wondering what happened is all. I've basically lost a day and a half, and I don't know how in the hell I ended up here. And I'm starvin' like marvin! And I'm thirsty as hell! Didn't you wake me up to eat or drink anything at least?"
Darknyss reaches back behind Raynin's seat an pulls out a bottle of apple juice and sets it in her friend's lap. Raynin sets the sandwich down and opens the juice, taking a big swig of it. Darknyss nods and turns her attention back to the trafic.
"Yeah we did. You just don't remember it. You see, you were still healing when we left, and hurting pretty bad. The doc gave you something for the pain before we left LA, and you've been asleep in the car just about this entire time, except for when we made our pitstops. It was funny as hell when you kicked this guy's ass in a Texaco Gas station cause he grabbed your ass. It was frickin' priceless!! You kicked him straight in the teeth, then you picked up a bottle of avian, yawned, and walked back to the truck. I don't think he's ever had something like that happen before. But actually drove to Austin first to meet up with some friends before our trip. That's where I got the sandwiches. There's another in the cooler, along with a couple of corned beef and swiss on onion rolls. Man, my friend Morganna certainly knows how to cook. Anyways... I needed her to get me my passport so we could get to where we're going. We're headed to Oaxaca."
She stops with a half of a ham sandwich about an inch from her mouth, just as she's about to take a huge bite, and she slowly turns her head, looking at Darknyss in shock.
"Whatchoo talkin' about Zatanya?"
Darknyss laughs out loud and bangs on the steering wheel and shakes her head as she tries to keep an eye on the street.
"You sounded like Arnold from Different Strokes. Your Grandmother called while you were recovering from getting treated. we chatted for a bit, and she invited the three of us down for the holiday. And you know I can never say no to a family get together."
Raynin's eyebrows shoot up and she sets the sandwich down and looks around slowly.
"Abuela called? And what do you mean us? I don't see her around here..."
Darknyss points up ahead to what looks like a dark figure riding a motorcycle a few yards in the distance.
"She couldn't take being cooped up in a car for this long. She picked up our friend's bike and is riding along with us. We've got the hitch for it attached in the back, so when she needs to ride in the truck with us, she can. Anyways, I thougth it would do you some good to see your family before the match against Cookie. I'm gonna help train you perfectly so you can... keep things in perspective."
Raynin looks over at Darknyss and nods slowly.
"You're actually bigger than her you know."
Raynin chuckles and shakes her head.
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean take in perspective how it feels to face someone so much bigger than you. Not just in size, but in weight. I'm gonna put on one of those sumo wrestling suits so you can REALLY see what it feels like to face her."
Raynin shakes her head and chuckles.
"I think I could beat her if I just toss some twinkies out about the ring first. That should distract her enough to get her to take her eyes off the prize. Besides, if she pounces the twinkie, then I can just flip her over and pin her as she's scarfing."
Darknyss chuckles and nods her hea dslowly.
"That's one way to think about things. But I want you to take her out with your skills, not dirty tricks. I want you in the mindset of 'Size doesn't matter', because it doesn't. My sister is only five foot five, one hunred and twenty five pounds, rippign wet, and she's even able to take ME out when she needs to. So just keep your eye on the ball, and put your all into it, and you'll come out of Climax Control with another win to get you reay for facing Kittie adn taking that Bombshell Championship. Now, eat your food. You'll need your strength for what your Grandfather and I have planned for you when we get to Oaxaca."
Raynin frowns slightly.
"Uh oh... I don't think I like the sound of that..."
Raynin frowns and takes a bite of her sandwich as the pair continue their drive for the border as the scene fades out.
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