Event: Climax Control... 1-15-12
Venue: Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada
Match: Bombshell Championship Match! Match type: Standard Single's Match
Opponent: Kittie
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She's fought and scratched and clawed and scraped and heaved and pulled herself up through the rankings and finally... After two long, hard months, she's done it!! The Rebellious One climbed the mountain that is Cookie S'mores and has finally been given her chance at the Bombshell Title against the woman who stopped her at just about every turn in the past, Kittie. Will Raynin be able to get past all of the weirdness in the desert as she travelled to visit her family for the holiday and keep her mind straight enough to make it through one of her toughest battles to date? Or will Kittie bury her and leave her to be dumped with the rest of the litter? Let's find out...
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Definitions of ”CHAMPION"
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1. a person who has defeated all opponents in a competition or series of competitions, so as to hold first place:
2. anything that takes first place in competition:
3. an animal that has won a certain number of points in officially recognized shows:
4. a person who fights for or defends any person or cause:
5. a fighter or warrior.
6. to act as champion of; defend; support:
7. Obsolete . to defy.
8. a militant advocate or defender <a champion of civil rights>
9. one that does battle for another's rights or honor
10. a winner of first prize or first place in competition; also : one who shows marked superiority
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Time: January 9, 2011... 11:30 AM
Place: Just Outside of Las Vegas, Nevada... Specific Location... Unknown...
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The cold from the night before has finally burned off of the city, and the air of the desert is starting to get warm finally. It's just early enough for there to be a bit of the bite in the air, but late enough that you can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin. She's standing in the deep of the desert, looking out over the dunes of the sand. She's dressed in a pair of black stretch pants, a white crop top, and black nike high tops. Her hair is pulled back in a tight braid, and the tail of it is hanging down her back. In one hand, she's got a bottle of water, and in the other, she's got a GPS tracker. She's been out here enough times to know that you don't do this without keeping the ride in sight, a GPS and a tracking beacon in the car so you can find your way back, or have an alarm that you can activate to try and find your way back to the car by hearing it sound. Most would think she was nuts for doing what she's doing... others would think she was innovative. She just knew she had to do what she had to do to get ready for one of the biggest moments in her career... Facing Kittie for the Bombshell Championship.
She'd heard it all before... her Grandfather wanted her to stay in Oaxaca and compete there under a mask. She'd already bested everyone she thought would be competition in training, and outside of training in Dark matches before shows... She didn't want to stay where she knew she'd be a big fish in a little pond. She wanted to go where the action was, and she damn sure found it. Here in the SCW, she was an above average fish in a rather large ocean. The quality of the competition is astounding. But she knew if she kept being diligent, kept her faith, and kept on the path, she'd end up right where she was right now... At the top of the mountain, and ready to knock the current queen down to the depths below where she belonged. As she's walking through the desert towards the appointed location with her GPS in her hand, she looks back over her shoulder at the car to make sure she'd kept it close enough that it could be seen. She's thinking to herself as she slowly walks towards the location that's marked on the GPS.
{ Kittie thinks that because she continued to have her friends backing her that she actually accomplished something... But the truth of the matter is that she used her friends to get her hands on the Championship. She manipulated Misty and her trust and betrayed the one friend she had in the company... What kind of Champion is that? One that would result to dirty tricks and underhanded dealings to get a title... even stealing the Championship and injuring her opponent so that she can make sure that she's got an advantage... That's not a true Champion... That's not one who deserves to be a Champion... That's just someone who knows how to work the system... someone who is willing to do anything and everything to gain something material... Someone who needs to be cut down and tossed aside like she would do to those who she'd given her word to... Someone whose reign needs to be cut short as quickly and expediently as possible... Someone like Kittie.
A true Champion is one who can hold their head high with respect because they earned their way up to the top, not because they injured their best friend, stabbed them in the back, gave them a concussion and ran off with a Championship that didn't belong to them because their own deluded brain couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction. But soon... very soon a real big reality check will be handed the way of the quote, unquote 'Champion' as she stands face to face with someone who doesn't back down one inch. Cause I'm not afraid of her. She may be crazy... But I'm something she never truly can be... and that is a TRUE Champion!! I am a born and BRED Champion!! Being a Champion is in my BLOOD!! It's what I'm MEANT TO DO!! And unlike Misty... I'm not hurt... I'm not suffering from a concussion. I just came out of a match against a chick who towered over me and outweighed me and I still took her to the brink of destruction, and dropped her over the edge as I pinned her for the one, the two, and the three! And I KNOW that's something that she's truly not ready to stand against... someone who's not afraid of her and who's just as skilled, if not more. I know that when she looks into my eyes, my determination will filter through whatever levels of insanity which have been wrapped around her brain and it will shake her to her core. Me being Champion isn't something that I deserve... It's something that I'm going to EARN! And I will hold that title the way it should be held... with dignity and respect!! }
The alarm starts to go off on the GPS as she's deep in thought. She'd found the right spot, and she looks around to see if she can still see the car in the distance. She sees the wink of the light reflecting off of the windshield, and she sighs softly as she turns around and looks to see a wrestling ring set up in the middle of the desert. She looks around slowly, frowning as she tries to find out what's going on. Just then, she sees a cloud of dust picking up in the distance. The cloud is coming closer and closer, and she hears music thumping away in the distance. She finally sees that it's the black SUV that belongs to Darknyss. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, chuckling as she watches the SUV come barreling towards her, full speed, then whip around the ring, and circle it, coming to a stop between her and her car. She chuckles softly to herself as she watches Darknyss and the mystery woman bouncing their heads to the beat of the music in the front seats of the truck. Darknyss turns off the car and the pair of women hop out of the truck and walk over towards her. She holds out her hand and Darknyss grabs it and pulls her into a hug, grinning from ear to ear.
"Alright!! you made it!! I almost didn't think you'd want to come!!"
Raynin looks aorund and lifts an eyebrow, smirking.
"Thing is, I almost didn't. What in the world are we doing out here anyway?"
Darknyss shrugs and grins wickedly.
"We're gonna train is what we're doing out here. My Sensei has always been a firm believer in if you're gonna train, you have to use some type of extreme element to make things exciting, and to up the ante a little bit to make it truly effective. I mean, you can do the normal stuff, but if you add a little something extra, it makes you work that much more difficult. Think of it.. Just how different is it really to spar inside of an air conditioned gym compared to being outside in the desert sun, having it beat down on you , heating you up... the heat exhaustion alone that you'd have to push yourself through will kick your stamina up a serious notch. But then, there's one more extreme ingredient that you have to look forward to, and that's going to be your opponents."
Raynin smirks confidently and chuckles.
"So, who did you get crazy enough to do this, huh? Who's the unlucky folks that get to step into the ring against me to get me ready for this sunday?"
Darknyss looks around her and rubs her chin, then grins and winks at her.
"Us. Two on one handicapped match sparring until you can't take it anymore."
Raynin's eyebrows kick up to the sky and her jaw drops in shock.
"Are you serious? Wait a minute!! You have got to be joking!! You mean that I get to stand in the ring and spar with the two of you? On a day like this?"
Darknyss nods slowly and she starts to roll her neck and her wrists.
"That's right. I figured, why go easy on you. Kittie's sure not about to. She's gonna push you to a level that you you have yet to fathom and you know that. She's one crazy chick, and she wants to keep that title in a really bad way, so you have to want it that much more, and you have to not hold back for anything. So, that means you have to not care about what happens to your body. That means that you have to not care what happens to your hair. That means that you have to not try to just pin her, but beat the living daylights out of her because if she can get a shoulder up, or find a way out, she will do anything and everything she can to try to beat you and stop you from getting the win."
Raynin gets a serious look on her face and nods slowly.
"I know that. If I didn't, I'd just have to ask Misty how her neck is doing to figure that out."
Darknyss pats her on the shoulder and winks at her.
"Don't look so worried. You've got one secret weapon that she doesn't have."
Raynin looks up at Darknyss and lifts an eyebrow again.
"Oh yeah? And just what would that be?"
Darknyss grins wickedly.
"Now YOU are the one with friends in your corner, and she's got no one. But unlike her, we have faith in your abilities. We know you don't need any outside help to win."
Raynin looks at the mystery woman who is just standing there, her crazy blue eyes shimmering in the desert sunlight as she nods slowly. Raynin can't help but grin.
"Yeah, that's right. I've got friends. And it's about time to rain some pain on this crazy bitch and put her back in the straight jacket where she deserves to be! Let's do this!!"
Raynin claps her hands together and the trio of friends jump into the ring and start to spar as the heat of the desert shimmers off the sand and the scene fades.
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Time: January 10, 2012, 2:30 AM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Inside of Raynin's Apartment... Raynin's Bedroom...
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The night was uncommonly cold for that time of the year. Yes, it's the winter time, but even here in the desert, the winter evenings don't usually get this cold. Not only was it cold, but it was humid... humid enough to cause one of those freak storms to build over the city that generally will happen during the winter. The darkness was filled with electricity as lightning flashed and thunder crashed through out the city, waiting for the storm front to finally break and for the thick, dark storm clouds hanging over the city, swollen with rain to let loose the moisture that the thirsty desert craves.
The lightning flashes again, illuminating the darkness inside of her bedroom, and letting you see her form sleeping fitfully under the covers. As the thunder crashes and booms, she thrashes in her sleep and flips over, her eyes moving quickly underneath her eyelids. She moans in her sleep and her body twitches repeatedly as she starts to mumble in her sleep. It's unintelligible at first, but as she thrashes more, the noises become more and more understandable.
"Mmmm.... Nnnuuhhh... mmmmmm... ooolllee woman... Nnnnn... Mmmmm... eyes... evil... Evil!!.. EVIL!!!"
In her mind, she keeps seeing that face... the skin weathered and creased like old leather, the eyes dark and cold as the blackest of nights, and deep as the depths of the darkest of pits. She keeps hearing that laughter that's haunted her since Christmas Eve, rolling through her mind, through her dreams. Flashes of scenes that would send a chill down the spine of the most courageous of men flash across her mind's eye... scenes that seem straight out of the craziest of horror movies... blood and gore, blades and steel, and fire... always there's fire and she shivers in her sleep, mumbling still to herself.
"Mmmm... Uuummm... Mamma Lovelle... uunnnhhh... Santaria... mmm... dark... uunnnhh... noooo.... nooo... NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
She screams like a person who is being haunted by the most frightening of demons and sits bolt upright in her bed, swinging her fists and kicking her feet like she's fighting off the Devil himself. Her hair has come loose slightly from it's braid, and as she flails, her hair flies around until she finally comes back to her senses and she sits there, holding her fists out in the air, breathing heavily. Her entire body's drenched in a cold sweat and she's still shivering as she sits there with her hands held straight out in fists as she gulps in air like she's coming up from swimming in the depths of the ocean. She slowly unballs her fists and wipes and hand across her forehead as her eyes adjust to the darkness in the room and she recognizes it as her own bedroom. She sighs heavily and shakes her head slowly, reaching over to turn on a light before she stands slowly, mumbling to herself.
"Man... I don't know how I expect to be able to get anywhere in a Championship match if I can't get some kind of rest. I keep having these dreams... I keep seeing... Her! And those eyes man... those eyes!!... Freaky and creepy doesn't even come close to it."
She pulls the covers off from her legs and shrieks and tosses the covers aside as for a moment she sees her legs covered in snakes, bugs, and spiders and she freezes to keep herself from kicking. The momentary flash disappears and she reaches down to feel the sweat drenched sheets where she'd been laying, throwing the covers around to make sure nothing had crawled underneath them as she pulls her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees and laying her forehead on legs, breathes softly, clenching her eyes shut against the visions.
"Come on girl!! Get a grip!! They're just playin' fucking mind games to try and freak you out so you will give in to what they want!! You know better than this!! Abuela told you how to protect yourself against this so let's just get up, and do what we need to do!!"
She hugs her knees close to her chest for a moment, and peeks over the edge of the bed like a little kid looking for the boogie man before she swings her legs over the edge and stands slowly. She rubs her shoulders and neck gently, as she walks quickly to the kitchen. As she walks, the scene seems to fade out into a flashback to what happened on Christmas Eve...
{ She remembers as the black SUV pulls up outside of facility and Raynin's Grandparents are standing outside of the building, waiting for her. As soon as she pulls up, Raynin jumps out of the truck and flies into her grandfather's arms, weeping. He holds her close and frowns.
"Rayniña... What's... chica?"
She looks up in her Grandfather's eyes and whispers...
"Santaria... Mama Lovelle... In the desert..."
Her Grandmother wraps her up in her arms and pulls her towards the gym, rubbing her shoulder gently as she leans in close and speaks to her softly.
"That Mama Lovelle... She's just no good I tell you! No good!! But I don't know why she would come after you... You don't have anything that she could possibly want."
Raynin looks at her Grandmother, her eyes wide and shining with barely contained tears.
"She said I have a darkness inside of me Abuela. I don't know what she's talking about! I'm not a bad person! I don't want to have anything to do with that stuff! And the things I've been seeing the past few days!... It's horrible Abuela! Just Horrible!!"
Her Grandmother takes her face in her hands and pulls her down and kisses her forehead gently.
"Hush now niña. Listen to your Abuela! I will have you do some things to protect yourself. Now... Tell me what you've been seeing."
Raynin's Grandmother pulls her towards the couch and makes her sit while she walks to a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of tequila and pours a double shot and hands it to her granddaughter. Raynin downs the double shot like it was water and holds out the glass for a second round. Her Grandmother lifts her eyebrow at her granddaughter, then pours a second dose.
"You drink like your Grandfather. Now... talk to me."
Her Grandmother nods slowly and looks up as Raynin's everyone comes in from pulling the luggage from the truck. Raynin's Grandfather sets down her bags, and sinks into a nearby easy chair. Raynin sips the second drink and sighs heavily as she goes into her tale.
"Well, we were driving here, they were asleep because they drove most of the way here, so they didn't see what happened. I was behind the wheel, and we were suddenly surrounded just outside of Puebla by this group of bikers. It was crazy!! Their bikes were covered with... with bones and feathers, and carcasses of animals... And this... guy who was covered in tattoos came riding up to the window, motioning for me to roll it down... So of COURSE I locked the doors!! Then... she... she was just there! Standing in the middle of the road and beckoning to me with a finger! And I could hear her voice in my head! I mean, she was talking in both English and Spanish in my head and she said I was gonna come to her so she could claim the darkness inside of me, and the guy was standing outside of the window grinning this toothless grin and laughing so I just hit the gas! I mean, I plowed straight towards her!! And she didn't move! Not one inch! She just stood there laughing in my head!! And just as I was about to plow her over, they all just disappeared!! I was freaked the fuck out!!"
Her Grandmother reaches out and swats her mouth with her hand, making her jump and shriek like she's just had someone jump out to scare her. Raynin puts a hand to her mouth once she realizes it's hurting, and frowns slightly. She looks up at her Grandmother who is frowning down at her.
"I don't care how upset you are, you will not use profanity around me chica!"
Raynin hangs her head a bit and takes a deep breath.
"Perdóneme Abuela... Please forgive me. I'm just so upset, and it just comes out sometimes."
Her Grandmother reaches out and strokes her shoulder and sighs softly.
"I know you're upset chica, but if you can't keep your cool and remember your manners when you're upset, then you won't be strong enough to handle what might be coming your way. Finish telling me what happened."
Raynin finishes her drink and takes a deep breath before she continues her story.
"Well, we took rooms in the motel just outside of Puebla because I was way to shaken to finish driving, and they were totally spent. And I kept seeing their faces!! Everywhere I went, I saw their faces!! That old woman, and the toothless man! And I was seeing stuff... Weird stuff!... Crazy stuff!! Stuff like people being murdered, and having their hearts cut out while they're still beating, and their tongues literally ripped from their mouths with pliers, and having their limbs cut off with a machete... People being scalped... I could barely even breathe cause it was freakin' me out so bad!!"
Her Grandmother stands and walks to the kitchen and comes back with a glass bowl and an egg. She picks up a lit candle from off of the mantle and brings it over to where Raynin is sitting, setting everything down on the coffee table. She takes a deep breath and smiles softly up at her granddaughter. She holds the egg over the lit candle for a few moments, then she pushes Raynin down so that she's laying on the couch, and starts to wave the egg in slow circles around Raynin's body, starting at her head and slowly working her way down the body. As she's moving the egg, she speaks softly.
"I don't know how you will take this, but... I used to be into Santaria myself."
Raynin bounces upright, staring at her Grandmother in shock.
"YOU WHAT??!!"
Her Grandmother puts her hand on Raynin's forehead and pushes her back down on the couch and continues moving the egg in slow circles down her body. She won't look her Granddaughter in the eye though as she speaks.
"I was young, I was stupid... And I was in love. It was before I met El Jefe. His name was Paco. He was strong willed and cocky and covered in tattoos. I can still remember going with him to get the crucifix tattooed on his chest. And all of that hair... It wasn't until after I had been dating him for a month that he told me that he was into Santaria, and he took me to see Mama Lovelle. She took me under her wing, wanting me to become the new Sanatriana... Priestess if you will. Paco couldn't have been happier that he would end up being the one to bring in the newest And yes, I always had a thing for the bad boys, so it wasn't just you and your mother who had it bad. I think it's hereditary."
Raynin frowns as she looks at her Grandmother.
"Crucifix tattoo... Wait a minute!! The toothless guy!! You?!! Abuela... you really did so much better with Abuelo."
Her Grandfather chuckles and leans forward in his chair a bit.
"Your damned right she did. That cabrón... He's nothing but a big concha! A pussy!! He's going after you just to get at me for having the cajones to step to your Abuela right and sweep her off her feet!"
Her Grandmother chuckles and shakes her head slowly.
"I don't know Jefe... It wasn't just Paco who came after her though. If Mama Lovelle has taken an interest in her, then there has to be something we're not seeing."
Her Grandmother takes the egg all the way down to her feet, then picks up the glass bowl and sets it on Raynin's stomach and cracks the egg into the bowl. Everyone gasps as the egg instead of being the normal eggs and whites look like gore in a shell. It all just looks like blood. Her Grandmother hisses and crosses herself repeatedly before picking up the bowl and setting it aside, and pulls out a rosary and starts repeatedly saying the Lord's Prayer over Raynin as she swings the rosary in slow circles down her body again.
"Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos, santificado sea su nombre. Tu kindom venir, hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo. Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día, perdona nuestras ofensas como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden. Y no nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal. Porque tuyo es el reino y el poder y la gloria por los siglos de los siglos, amén. Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be they name. Thy kindom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation and deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory forever and ever, Amen."
She lifts Raynin's shirt, exposing her belly and places the cold metal of the rosary across her flesh. Raynin immediately yelps and jumps to her feet, knocking the rosary off of her and down to the ground.
"AAHH SHEEEE- uuhhh... OOOT Abuela! That hurt!! Did you have that thing over the candle flame or something?"
Raynin's Grandmother frowns and lifts her shirt to expose the flesh of Raynin's stomach just above her belly button reddened with the mark of a cross. Raynin looks down at the mark in shock.
"What the flip??!!"
Raynin's Grandmother gasps. As she takes a sharp intake of breath, the mark suddenly goes away. Raynin reaches down, feeling her stomach and looks concerned at her Grandmother.
"Abuela... I'm scared! What is going on?"
Raynin's Grandmother sighs softly and pushes her back onto the couch. She goes and gets another egg and another glass bowl and passes the egg over the candle a few times before she starts to slowly circle it over Raynin's body.
"She's made some sort of connection with you. I can't tell what it is, but it's not good. She's trying to draw something out of you. Whatever it is, you must NOT let her have it! Everything in my being is screaming for you to keep it inside. Once I'm done with this, I will anoint the house so she can't get in."
Raynin bolts up again looking around confused.
"What do you mean so she can't get in?"
Raynin's Grandmother puts a hand on her forehead and pushes her back to lay down on the couch once more and continues passing the egg in circles down her body.
"I mean mentally... You know El Jefe keeps this place locked down tighter than a fortress. There's no way she could get in for real. Now just sit back and let me finish what I'm doing."
Her Grandmother gets down to her feet and places the glass bowl on Raynin's stomach. She closes her eyes and whispers a small prayer.
"Santa María, Madre de Dios, por favor, deje este trabajo ... Holy Mary, Mother of God, please let this work... In your son's name I beg you! Please help me save my Granddaughter!"
She cracks the egg this time, and it looks like a normal egg and she sighs. She sits back on her heels and crosses herself over and over again.
"Madre de Dios, gracias! Gracias por lo mucho! Oh thank you!! Thank you so very much!!"
She helps Raynin sit up and she gathers up the things she's used and walks into the kitchen, and we hear things being moved around and water running. Raynin's Grandfather looks over at her and shakes his head slowly.
"What a time for this to be happening, eh Rayniña? Just when you're on the brink of becoming number one contender... this happens. You have to keep your focus! Don't let this... this demencia... this insanity stop you from achieving your goal! I want to see gold around your waist and soon!!"
Raynin nods slowly and runs her fingers along her ears, tucking some loose strands of hair behind them as she nods.
"Si Abuelo... I won't lose my focus. My number one priority is getting the Bombshell Championship in my hands. I won't let anyone or anything stop me!"
Her Grandmother comes back into the room carrying a small packet that's wrapped up in brown paper and tied in string. She places it in Raynin's lap and hands her a piece of paper.
"Here's what you need, and here's the instructions. If you feel anything coming for you, or you start to see things, or dream things you know you shouldn't, you open this and do what I've written down to the letter."
Raynin looks down at the paper and frowns slightly, nodding slowly.
"Si Abuela."
Her Grandmother takes her cheeks in her hands and lifts her face up to look her in the eyes.
"I mean it chica!! Esto es muy importante!! This is very, VERY important that you do this to the letter!! If not... the consequences... You don't even want to think about the consequences!!"
Raynin takes her Grandmother's hand in hers and pats it gently.
"Prometo Abuela... I promise... I'll do it.... I'll do it.... I'll do it..." }
The scene fades back to the present with the sound of Raynin saying those words over and over again. And when the scene comes back, Raynin is standing in the kitchen with a glass of water, whispering over and over to herself.
"I'll do it... I'll do it... I'll do it..."
She takes a deep breath and opens the packet that her Grandmother had made for her and reads the instructions, sighing softly to herself as she nods slowly.
"I promised, so I have to do it..."
She pulls out a glass jar from the packet and fills it with a mixture of water and vodka and dumps a packet of herbs from her Grandmother's package into the jar. she then pulls an egg out of the fridge and slips it gently into the jar and seals it half way. She walks back into the bedroom and slowly lowers herself to her knees and is whispering a prayer to herself as she leans over to look under the bed, and she jumps and shrieks as she sees the face of the toothless man, screaming at her, his tattooed hands reaching for her. She almost spills the jar in her hands, but she manages not to spill a drop as she closes her eyes and keeps praying to herself. She pulls out a small silver crucifix from between her breasts and drops it in the jar and slides it underneath the now vacant space beneath her bed. She almost runs back to the kitchen, trembling as she pours another packet of herbs in the glass of water and lights a candle. She passes the glass around the candle a few times, and she makes a face as it turns from a greyish clear color to a color that looks like mud in the manner of three seconds. She grimaces as she smells it, but she whispers softly to herself.
"Please God! Let this work!! I have to be able to sleep!!"
She pinches her nose and drinks the whole glass down, the mess making a horrid sound going down, and she almost gags as she gets about half way through, but she does it. As she's drinking, she can almost hear the voice of Mama Lovelle screaming at her not to do it, and the voice starts to fade further and further in the distance. Once she's done, she wipes her mouth and shakes her head as she goes back to read the instructions. She makes a face and reads the instructions and her eyes go wide as she reads the last line...
"Después de beber, correr hacia el baño, ya que todos debemos llegar... After drinking, run for the bathroom because it all must come up? Wait a minute... What do you mean..."
She makes a face as her stomach makes a sound almost like a man screaming and she runs for the bathroom where she barely makes it to the toilet, and what comes out and fills the toilet almost to the brink can't be shown on public television. Afterward, we see Raynin wiping the few stray black marks from her face and she looks down at the toilet that is still coated with an oily black film, even after having been flushed a few times. She holds her stomach and shakes her head slowly.
"After all of this, going up against Kittie will be a piece of cake."
She spits one last time into the toilet and flushes as the scene fades out.
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