Event: Blaze of Glory Pay Per View...
DATE: Sunday, February, 26 2012
Venue: Palms Casino and Resort in Las Vegas, Nevada
Match: BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP - 4 CORNER MATCH
Opponent: vs Brooklyn Carter vs Misty vs Kittie
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She's been beaten in the past, but still managed to rise the ranks of the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Division. I guess those in charge just liked what they saw in her. Now, she's ready to take that final step out onto the plateau at the top of the mountain and gain the crown of being the best. Raynin's got her eye on the prize, and isn't about to let anyone or anything stop her from getting her hands on the Bombshell Title. Not Kittie... not Misty... not Brooklyn Carter. As the time approaches for the Blaze of Glory Pay Per View, the Rebellious One is preparing herself for action. Will she experience the meteoric rise that has been foretold for her? Or will she simply fizzle out before she begins? Let's find out...
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Definitions of "EFFORT"
1. conscious exertion of power or hard work.
2. a serious attempt.
3. to try.
4. something produced by exertion or trying .
5. effective force as distinguished from the possible resistance called into action by such a force.
6. the total work done to achieve a particular end.
7. An exertion of strength or power, whether physical or mental, in performing an act or aiming at an object.
8. more or less strenuous endeavor.
9. struggle directed to the accomplishment of an object.
10. A force acting on a body in the direction of its motion.
11. energy needed to do something.
12. activities towards aim,
13. something produced/created,
14. attempt to score goal,
15. the amount of exertion expended for a specified purpose.
16. exertion of physical or mental power.
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Time: February 12, 2012, 11:30 PM... During Climax Control...
Place: Carson High Scool... Carson City, Nevada...
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The following is a clip that was not shown on the previous episode of the Sin City Wrestling's weekly show, Climax Control. It was edited due to time contraints. It may contain some strong language and violent content. Parental discretion is advised.
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Rocky Mountains is walking through the hallways backstage, headed for the refreshments table when she sees Raynin, Darknyss, and the Mystery Woman coming in the opposite direction. She holds her hands out and waves them, trying to stop them for a chat.
"Whoa whoa whoa!! Raynin!! This is perfect!! I haven't gotten the chance to interview you in like... forever!! And I've NEVER had the chance to speak with your two friends! So, let's chit chat a bit."
Raynin tries to push past her, but Rocky Mountains is persistant, dancing around to stay in front of the trio of women.
"Come on! You're the only one of the Bombshells who tries not to be interviewed! What, are you trying to dodge the hard questions or something?"
Raynin rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Number one, I'm busy... WE'RE busy... We have an appointment to speak with someone, and if I stand here chitchatting with you, we'll be late. Number two, I don't like to be interrogated. It brings back... difficult memories. And number three... You're just a little too chummy with folks when you interview them. It always makes me feel like I've just been molested or something. Now if you don't mind, we've got somewhere to be."
Rocky Mountains dances back in front of Raynin with a hurt look on her face and crosses her arms in front of her ampl boosom.
"Well I never!! You know, you're required by contract to do these interviews, so you may as well just do them."
Raynin rolls her eyes again and gives a frustrated sigh, running her hand over her hair slowly. She looks at Darknyss who gives a shrug and a smirk.
"You know, it's easier to just say... knock her ass out than it is to speak to her."
Darknyss slowly balls her fist and pulls her arm back like she's going to throw a punch and Rocky squeaks like a little mouse and throws her hands up to cover her face.
"Not the face!! Not the face!!"
Raynin puts a hand on Darknyss's fist and shakes her head slowly.
"No... Then we'll get hit with fines and stuff... And we'll probably have to sit through a Hot Stuff special lecture."
Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head.
"No we wouldn't... I know how to handle Mark Ward... We may have to pay the fines, but I can get us out of the lecture. But if you want to talk, then go ahead."
Raynin turns to Rocky and nods slowly.
"Ok... we'll do the interview, but on my terms. Meet us in fifteen... In the science lab."
Rocky nods and steps out of the way to allow the trio of women past. AS they're going past, the Mystery woman pulls her hand up like she's going to punch Rocky anyways, and she squeaks again, putting her hands up. The mystery woman throws her head back and laughs, the sound coming from behind the mask is husky and sultry. She winks at Rocky before turning and walking away from her.
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Fifteen minutes later, Rocky is walking through the halls of Carson City High School once more. She comes to the science lab door and knocks before opening it a crack and peeks in.
"Hello!! Raynin?!! Are you in here?"
She sees Raynin behind the teacher's lab counter with Darknyss and the Mystery Woman sitting on stools on the other side of the desk. Raynin's got some things on the counter in front of her... A beaker, some different powders, a bunsen burner, a pipette, and various liquids in unmarked test tubes. She motions towards another stool and nods slowly.
"Come on in Rocky. You wanted to chat, so let's chat."
Rocky sits slowly on the stool and tries to cross her legs, but can't due to it's height, so she just leans forward, putting her elbows on the counter, looking like a bored kid in class. She motions the camera men closer so they can hear them better.
"So... let's start with the easy questions. How do you feel about your upcoming four corners match between you, Misty, Kittie, and Brooklyn Carter for the Bombshell Championship?"
Raynin shrugs and puts her hands on the counter.
"How do I feel about my match? I feel that it's going to be explosive, but I'm confident in the fact that I will finally be walking away with the title."
Raynin slips on a pair of protective glasses and passes others out to everyone else. Rocky cocks her head to the side.
"How so? Why do you feel so confident?"
Raynin picks up the beaker which has some distilled water in it, sets it on the bunsen burner, and nods towards the ingredients on the table.
"Let me use this demonstration to explain... say this beaker here, represents the four corner's match. And here we have three basically interesting components. Let's start with the first one... Brooklyn Carter... Bland... boring... Really only there for rounding out the recipe. May have some skills, may have some rudimentary talent, but still needs to be honed and sharpened to truly make a dent in the Bombshell division. She made it this far through outside interference, and probably a little bit of kissing up to the boss. She gets a lucky win in a tag team match up over me and she thinks she's the shit. Says I'm not memorable... But she was burping my boot leather for days after our match... I'll make this matchup one she won't soon forget!"
She dumps one of the powders into the beaker, and the water gets a cloudy, milky white color to it. She sighs heavily.
"I will admit this though... the kid's got some potential... I she can get over her own stink enough to truly make a dent in this business. She's just so damned arrogant... I bet that she'll trip over her own shoe lace and try to blame it on someone pushing her, even when no one's around. Soon she'll realize though that you're only as good as what you actually do. Someone can get a lucky win due to their opponent's mistake, or some random bead being left in the center of the ring from a previous match causing their opponent to slip and rolling their ankle, or anything. Sure winning is important, but so is going out there and giving your all to put on the best possible show! Do I want to win this match? HELL YES!! But I'm not gonna do it in some half assed way! And what Brooklyn Carter brings to the table is half-assed-ness!! She's too doped up on weed, too drunk, too... fucked up to truly put out something worth while! And when she steps into the ring come Blaze of Glory, she will be taken to SCHOOL on what it truly takes to be at the head of the class in the Bombshell Division! And me taking the title will the prod she needs to truly put her ass in gear and start to truly work at being the best in this company!"
She gestures towards the second powder sitting in front of her and takes a deep breath.
"And the next ingredient to this match is Misty. Bold, brazen, full of fizz and pop, but still just a little bit short of what it takes to truly make things explosive. I'll admit, she's good. She's really good. But she holds her own self back, even in matches. She's so worried about what other people think of her that she's allowed their judgement of her to cloud her own judgement of herself. She's upset that I haven't spoken very much about her... But truth be told, I can beat Misty easily if I want. I KNOW that I can beat Misty, but she doesn't truly know if she can beat anyone else. Not deep down in her heart where it counts. She's damaged, and doesn't want to admit it to herself, or to everyone else. And I'm not just talking about physically. She's hurt by what Kittie did to her, as well as what she did to herself. But she, much like Brooklyn Carter wants to blame others for her own insecurities and lack of performance. She says that her losing the title was Kittie's fault for injuring her... which in some ways is true, but had she truly been on top of her game, she wouldn't have been injured in the first place. She blames me for taking her rematch spot away, but again, had she stepped her game back up, she would have had that rematch spot a long time ago. I don't blame my mistakes on other people. Yes, I was distracted during my matches which allowed Kittie to get the upper hand... but it was MY MISTAKE!! I should have kept my eye on the ball instead of letting other people get into my head!! I should have not allowed Kittie even ONE LITTLE OPENING!! And yet, I did. But the reason why I'm still in the running for this title is because even if I DID give that one little opening, I went out there and gave, and gave, and gave until it HURT!! Injured or not, I still went out there and I put on truly awesome shows!! Win, or lose, I never stopped... I pushed through it! And whether it ended with ME on top, or my shoulders on the mat, the people in the seats were thrilled, chilled, and electrified by what I did out there in the ring!! I KNOW what you can do Misty!! I've seen it!! I've seen the fire of greatness in you... but lately... there isn't even a spark! But I will say this... maybe me becoming the Bombshell Champion will be just the spark you need to come back the fire that should be burning deep inside of you Misty... But we shall see if that's the case."
She takes a deep breath as she dumps the powder into the beaker, and the cloudiness starts to bubble and fizz. She then gestures towards the third powder and smirks.
"And then we come to the next ingredient in this Bombshell Championship Title match up... Kittie. Bright... colorful... has alot of power and kick... it's a little bit nutty... Hell, let's face it, she's alot nutty. She's nuttier than a can of mixed nuts. One step from padded walls and eating pudding with your toes cause you have the pretty white jacket that buckles in the back. She's got skills... She's got the motivation... She's got the drive to be the best... But it's her arrogance that kills it. She's got this huge chip on her shoulder that keeps her from truly being amazing as a Champion. Right now, she may hold the title, but she doesn't give it the respect that it deserves. She covets the title... but the title isn't something that should be covetted. She didn't earn the title, she stole it! She stole it because in her mind, it's something that should be possessed at all costs... even if it meant huritng someone who cared about her. Even if it meant doing something so low and under handed in order to gain the upperhand. That's not how a champion acts. That's not how a Champion leads a company... That's not how you treat those who care for you. Kittie belives that she's got my number because of what's happened in the past... but the past is the past. I'm looking towards the future! And I AM the future! I'm the future Bombshell Champion! ME!! And when I finally get my hands on the title, you can be assured that I will bring it back to the glory that it deserves."
She dumps the third powder into the mixture and it turns a bright blue color and continues to fizz. Raynin then picks up one of the testubes with a clear liquid in it and smiles.
"And then you have the final ingredient into this match up... myself. Underestimated... Percieved to others as not a threat... Viewed as inert. But this... Me... I'm the catalyst. I'm the spark of life. I'm the raison d'etre for most of these chicks! Why? Because I bring out the best inside of them! I make them want to give it that little bit extra! I push them like no one else has pushed them in the past!! I'm the one who knows the truth of what's inside of each and every one of them!! I'm the mirror that they never have the heart to look into! I see inside of their hearts and I lay it all out there for them to see!! I am the person they want to beat because they know that when I go out there, I push myself to levels that they only DREAM of reaching!! And I just keep getting better!! I don't stop training, I don't stop working hard for what I want. I don't get complacent, and just accept that I've reached a level that I'm happy with. NO!! I just keep on going!! I KNOW that there's no such thing as good enough with my skills!! I know that I can keep honing them and taking things to another level!! THAT is the crucial point that these other women seem to keep forgetting... THERE'S ALWAYS ANOTHER LEVEL!! There's always something new to discover about yourself and your abilities, and there's always new heights to push yourself to and attain. I don't let myself get sedimentary. There are new moves, new abilities, new counters to work on... New strength levels to gain... But Kittie... Misty... they both think that they've reached the pinnacle of their abilities... Brooklyn Carter has only been here what, about a month? And she thinks she's the best she can be... Well I don't think that I'm the best that I can be. I know that I can always do more and be more. Like I KNOW that I can and WILL BE the Bombshell Champion! Just like I KNOW I will make this Bombshell Four Corner's match... EXPLOSIVE!!"
She uses tweezers to dump the contents of the test tube into the beaker on the bunsen burner and steps back as the concoction turns a blood red and starts to bubble violently, then the red liquid comes shooting out of the beaker into the air and dissolves into a thick red vaporous cloud that blankets the entire counter. Rocky waves her hand in the air, trying to clear out the cloud and sniffs, then she grins.
"Mmmm... smells like cherries..."
Raynin leans forward, her face slowly appearing through the smoke. She grabs Rocky's collar and pulls her up onto the counter with a squeak.
"Do you have any idea how much I want this? Do you have any idea how hard I work, and I push myself, and I scrape and scrap and pray for this title?"
Rocky looks at her frightened and shakes her head.
"No, I don't."
Raynin strokes Rocky's cheek gently, leaning her head from side to side as if trying to look at her from many different angles. She then smiles wickedly.
"I want this more than you want to get your hands on the packages of every man in this company. I want this title more than Kittie wants to hold it. I want this title more than Misty, more than Brooklyn... I want this title more than Cookie S'Mores wants a dozen krispy kreme donuts! I want it so badly, that I can taste it!! And this time, I'm gonna get it!!"
She pushes Rocky back off of the countertop and Rocky falls down back onto the stool, scrambling to stay on it. Raynin pulls off her safety glasses and slowly walks around the countertop. Rocky starts to scramble backward off of the stool, but she ends up falling against Darknyss who grabs her by her shoulders and holds her tightly. Raynin grabs Rocky's chin as Rocky squeaks, looking up at Raynin in fear. Raynin licks her lips slowly before Rocky pulls her chin from Raynin's fingers roughly. Raynin chuckles softly to herself.
"But do you know what? I'm gonna tell you the difference between these other chicks and myself."
Rocky struggles against Darknyss's girp but can't get away. She whispers to Raynin.
"What is it?"
Raynin starts to stroke Rocky's hair gently, smoothing it back into place.
"They have alot of things in common with me. They're beautiful. They're athletic. They're skilled. They're talented... But they still don't have the abilities to overcome stepping into the ring with me. They all might be as strong as I am. They might all be as fast as I am. They might all be as skilled as I am. But are any of them even ONE TENTH as pissed off as I am right now? NO! And I've heard you too!! You're not any different than the rest of them!! You all have run your mouths, being so damned disrespectful... So for now, you're Misty, Kittie, and Brooklyn all rolled into one!! You're just here to try and keep me down. You want me to feel bad about myself when I have nothing but good going on for me. I know what you all are thinking... Thinking that you're all better than me... thinking that you DESERVE to be Bombshell Champion while I don't... when I have just as much right as the rest of you to that title! The only difference between each of you and myself is... I'm not so arrogant, so stuck up, and so idiotic to think that I deserve anything other than just what I have gotten... A chance. Just a chance to prove that my being here wasn't a fluke, and it wasn't a misplaced opportunity that I didn't earn. I EARNED my place in this four corner's match! I earned it by going out there, no matter the match, no matter the stipulations, and putting my heart and soul into every moment that I'm in the ring! Sure, in the beginning, I did it to make a name for myself. I want what every other one of you wants, which is it hear my name chanted by each and every person in the crowd! Whether it's because they're rooting for me, or because they're boo-ing me, I didn't care! I still don't care! But what I DO care about is leaving each and every one of the people in the seats BREATHLESS because of what I've done in the ring! THAT is why I EARNED this chance! It's the only thing I deserve... Just the chance. The outcome is for ME to claim for myself!"
She steps back from Rocky and Darknyss shoves Rocky away from her as she and the Mystery Woman move to stand behind Raynin. Raynin nods slowly and motions around her waist with her hands.
"And you better believe that I'm claimin' that title. You're looking at the next Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion! And at Blaze of Glory... My rising star is gonna burn brighter and hotter than ever before. You better get used to callin' me champ... cause once I get my hands on that title... I plan on keeping it for a long... long time. Thanks for the chat Rocky... It's been real..."
Raynin picks up a test tube from off of the countertop and throws it on the ground. A cloud of bright red smoke suddenly fills the area and covers the trio of women as they all start to laugh wickedly. The laughter continues as the smoke clears and the trio have disappeared, leaving Rocky standing there in the science room by herself.
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Definitions of îPERSEVERANCE"
1. steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., especially in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.
2. continued effort to do or achieve something despite difficulties, failure, or opposition.
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Time: February 13, 2012, 12:30 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... Gold's Gym...
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The gym is packed today because of the zumba classes that are taking place all day today. Folks are milling around the water fountain, people watching as they wipe themselves off with their towels and chatting with one another. The sound of the weights clinking together adds to the sounds of the people talking. Suddenly, a feminine and sultry voice echos out over the din of the crowded room with an inspirational quote about perseverance...
"On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow." Friedrich Nietzsche
Everyone looks around for the person who's speaking so loudly. The voice resounds over the sound of the chatting crowd once more. The people on the treadmill slows down their pace to look around curiously, and people who are lifting, sets their weights back up on the racks as they hear the voice speaking...
"Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting." Napoleon Hill
All eyes turn towards the benchpress bar where Raynin is slowly pushing the bar up and letting it come down smoothly as the Mystery woman spots her and Darknyss slowly walks around her with a book in hand, reading the inspirational quotes as she sips water from a water bottle.
"In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins- not through strength but by perseverance." H. Jackson Brown
Raynin's light blue sports camisole is drenched with sweat as she rhythmically pushes the bar up and lowers it back down, keeping her eyes on her hands as the Mystery woman spots her. Raynin growls with effort as she pushes her body to exhaustion as Darknyss keeps reading off the inspirational quotes. She sits up as Darknyss walks around her again, a new quote rolling from her lips almost as if she's a Reverend giving a sermon to his congregation.
"Persevearance... Perseverance is a day-by-day decision not to give up.... human beings throughout time have persevered. Weíre just the most recent ones to face these challenges, and we too can persevere.... " Margaret J. Wheatley
Darknyss stops and stands in front of Raynin, picking up a bottle of water and handing it to Raynin who gulps at it thirstly, gasping after the exertion she's put her body through.
"What does perseverance mean to you Raynin?"
Raynin takes a few more gulps of water and picks up her towel, wiping her sweat drenched brow.
"It means to keep going, even when you feel like you can't keep going. It means to push yourself, even when you have
"Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little." Plutarch
Raynin stands and turns around, putting her fists on the benchpress seat and starts to do pushups as Darknyss keeps reading the quotes.
"Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another." Walter Elliott
"This is it! It's almost time! It's almost time for me to step out there and finally have my chance in the bright starshine of victory! I can't wait until I get the chance to hold that title high and hear my name being announced as the winner!"
She keeps moving as the quotes continue, and she growls at the exertion that she's putting her body through.
"Some men give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal; While others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before." Herodotus
"This is MY MOMENT!! DO YOU HEAR ME??! MINE!! Do you understand?! It's MY time to shine!! This is the chance for me to grab a hold to what I've been itching for! This is MY CHANCE to grab a hold to that brass ring that has just eluded my fingertips for so long! No more 'almost did it there'... No more, 'better luck next time hon'... This is it!! This the shot that will finally pay off for me! Don't you see? And nothing wll stop me from becoming the Sin City Wrestling's Bombshell Champion! Because I can't stop... I WON'T stop!! I will keep fighting... keep clawing... keep pressing forward until I've got that title in my hands! And there will be no one... NO ONE will will stand against me and stop me! If they take out my hands then I'll use my elbows. If they disable my arms, then I'll use my feet! If I can't use my feet then I'll use my head. If I can't move, then I'll stare then down. If I'm blinded then I'll shout them down!! But there will be nothing... NOTHING that they will do to stop me!! I will keep coming and coming and coming until I finally get what I want, and what I want is that Bombshell Title!!"
"Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan, 'press on' has solved, and always will solve, the problems of the human race." Calvin Coolidge
She pushes herself up to her feet in a fluid motion and turns herself back around and lays back under the benchpress bar.
"Success seems to be connected with action. Successful men keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit." Conrad Hilton
"Blaze of Glory will show the world what perseverance can do for someone. Because I didn't say quit. I didn't stop. I kept going until I had what I wanted in my hands. And I'm the newest champion."
She lays back and goes back to pressing up the benchpress bar as the quotes continue on.
"If I had to select one quality, one personal characteristic that I regard as being most highly correlated with success, whatever the field, I would pick the trait of persistence. Determination. The will to endure to the end, to get knocked down seventy times and get up off the floor saying. "Here comes number seventy-one!" Richard M. Devos
"The miracle, or the power, that elevates the few is to be found in their industry, application, and perseverance under the promptings of a brave, determined spirit." Mark Twain
"Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish." John Quincy Adams
"Fight one more round. When your arms are so tired that you can hardly lift your hands to come on guard, fight one more round. When your nose is bleeding and your eyes are black and you are so tired that you wish your opponent would crack you one on the jaw and put you to sleep, fight one more round ? remembering that the man who always fights one more round is never whipped." James Corbett
"A man of sense is never discouraged by difficulties; he redoubles his industry and his diligence, he perseveres, and infallibly prevails at last." Lord Chesterfield
"Perseverance is the most overrated of traits, if it is unaccompanied by talent; beating your head against a wall is more likely to produce a concussion in the head than a hole in the wall." Sydney J. Harris
"What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight - it's the size of the fight in the dog." General Dwight Eisenhower
"We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and the oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender. . . . " Winston Churchill
"Before success comes in any man's life he is sure to meet with much temporary defeat and, perhaps, some failures. When defeat overtakes a man, the easiest and most logical thing to do is to quit. That is exactly what the majority of men do." Napoleon Hill
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Definitions of îDESTINY"
1. The inevitable or necessary fate to which a particular person or thing is destined.
2. A predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control.
3. The power or agency thought to predetermine events.
4. something to which a person or thing is destined.
5. one's lot in life.
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Time: February 18, 2012... 9:30 PM
Place: Just Outside of Las Vegas, Nevada... Specific Location... Unknown...
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The Dodge Challenger came pulling around the corner, the custom silver paint job with the silver flecks sparkling under the lights of the strip as it pulls up in front of the Wynn Casino. The engine roars as the driver guns the gas a few times before the valet steps up and opens the door. He looks down and nods appreciatively at the sight of the driver. She steps out of the car, and it's almost like slow motion. He looks at her long legs as they glisten under the lights, the dusting of body glitter accentuating the muscles in her calves and thighs as the swirling skirt of the short black dress barely comes down to cover her goodies. The blunging neckline of the halter neck is held together with strings of rhinestones, and the low back shows off enough flesh for a few of her battle scars to be glimpsed through the mass of dark waves that are hanging down her back… but they only heighten the experience of looking at all of her. The black strappy sandals with the four inch silver stiletto heel puts her just over six feet, and the extra height makes everyone's eyes train on her. She holds out the keys to the car to the valet who is still looking her up and down, biting his bottom lip and she raises an eyebrow at him.
"Um… are you through, or do you want me to spin around and give a twirl and shake for your amusement?"
The valet looks up at her and he grins expectantly, reaching out to take the keys.
"I know you said that sarcastically, but a twirl would be good."
She throws her head back an laughs as she reaches in her clutch purse to pull out her lipstick and gloss and leans over to apply one last dab to her lips in the driver's side mirror as the valet takes a few steps to his right so he can get a better view of her rear view. She sees him looking and she slips the lipstick and gloss back in her purse and snaps it closed loudly and clears her throat as she stands up.
"Ahem… excuse me… But if you're through checking out my ass, I have to let you know… if you aren't careful with this car, I'll pop you like a pimple and smear you on the sidewalk just for good measure."
She balls up her fist slowly and her knuckles pop as she does so. The valet swallows heavily, having never seen someone so beautiful, yet so obviously deadly this close up before, and stammers out a reply.
"Um… Yes… yes Ma'am! Not a scratch on it! I'll even have it detailed while you're inside Ma'am!!"
She nods approvingly and lifts an eyebrow at him.
"Very good. Do a good job, and I'll give you a tip when I come back."
She turns on her toe, the back of her skirt flipping just high enough to tease at the possibility of a glimpse of more flesh and walks towards the entrance to the casino. As she enters, she stops at the information desk and hands the man behind the desk a card. He looks it over and hands her what looks like a key card as he stands up quickly.
"Oohh! Miss Raynin!! They've been expecting you! Stop by the cage at the far side of the game floor, and someone will be waiting to take you up."
She smiles and nods slowly.
"Thank you."
She turns again and makes her way through the crowd towards the cage. As she does, she sighs softly to herself as she looks over the crush of humanity displayed before her.
"Everyone wants to try to overcome the odds in this town… Whey want to beat the spread… come out on top… Everyone wants to be a winner. Everyone wants to beat the house. But sometimes, it's more than just beating the house that matters."
She stops short as a waitress carrying a large platter of drinks swoops by her on the way to the craps table. She looks over and sees as a man places a huge bet and blows on the dice. As he brings the dice to his lips, it's like everything slows down. No one else notices the switch but her. It's part of what she was trained to do for combat… to notice the little things. She sees the man slip his tongue into his fist and switch out a dice for one she's sure is loaded before he rubs the dice in his hands before he tosses them. As he tosses, things go back to normal speed. And of course the man wins. He changes his bet immediately before he goes to roll the dice again, and she could tell when he switched the dice back to the original dice and pretends to be interested as he rolls three times before he tosses snake eyes.
"And yet, everyone wants to stack the deck in their favor. They just don't realize that no matter how much you stack the deck, destiny always has a way of stepping in and making things right."
As she slows down to see what happens next, she sees the pit boss come over and tap the man on the shoulder. Apparently, his switch was noticed by more than just her, and she can't help but chuckle as the man is escorted to security. She shakes her head as she continues walking through the crowd.
"That's the thing that people don't understand about me. They think that it's just my desire to be Bombshell Champion that's driving me… But it's DESTINY that keeps me coming back! I'm MEANT to be the next Bombshell Champion! If I wasn't, then why would the Powers That Be keep putting me out there? Why would they keep giving me chances? Because I earn them! That's why!! Sure, I haven't been able to step out above Kittie just yet… but it's not fate that's intervening… It's other people!"
She slips a hand up to her hair and tucks a stray strand back behind her ear as she goes past the slot machines.
"But this time… it's time for me to declaw the little pussy… cat. Because this time, which each and every time I've stepped up against her, I've gotten a little bit closer… I've gotten just that much better. My coming out with a win over her has gone from being a clear cut victory to just coming out by the skin of her teeth… I'm learning, I'm progressing, I'm growing… I'm becoming more than what I was yesterday, unlike our so called Champion who is stagnating and putrefying in her own stink! She's got her head so far up her own ass that she thinks her shit smells like roses… But like Andre 3000 said in that song… 'Lean a little closer and learn that roses really smell like boo boo'. She's become like one of these mindless drone here who are feeding the slots… She's just doing the same thing over and over again. That's not the kind of Champion that the SCW deserves to be holding that title. The Kittie's going to find that she's climbed too far out on the limb, and I'm the one who's going to be there, holding the tree trimmer to cut the branch she's standing on."
She heads past some Caribbean Stud tables and a man stops her as she's walking.
"Whoa whoa whoa pretty lady!! I gotta say, I like the way you strut! Mmmm, MMMMM!! Damn girl… your ass if FINE!!"
She smiles sweetly and crosses her ankles and starts to twirl her hair, grinning hugely, and says sarcastically...
"Awww, you really think so?"
The guy reaches out and slides his hand down her arm before he takes her hand and tries to bring it to his lips.
"Girl you look so good, I wanna throw you on a plate of greens and sop you up wit a biscuit."
He grins hugely, flashing his gold tooth before he tries to kiss her hand, but she pulls her hand back quickly and makes a disgusted face.
"Look dude… I know you're probably three drinks past wasted, so I'll be really blunt to you about this. Get out of my way. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, just… just get out of my face right now."
She tries to step around him, but he slides over into her path and holds his hands up.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!! So what, you think yo ass is too high and sa-didy to lower yourself to my level? You think you're just too fine and too good to talk to the likes of me?"
She looks him up and down and steps up right into his face.
"I don't think I'm too good to talk to you… I know I am. Your game is tired, your lines are weak, you smell like you took a bath in ripple and rolled around in a bag of weed. You probably have as many braincells as a single celled amoeba, and to be quite frank, in order to lower myself to your level… I'd probably have to take myself down to one of my future opponents, Brooklyn Carter. But you can be for damned sure that THAT will never happen. EVER!"
She steps around the guy and he tries to grab her hand as she gets past him.
"Hey girl! You can't talk to me like that!!"
With catlike reflexes, she's flipped his grip on her arm and has him in an arm bar. She sweeps his leg and he goes down face first to the ground where he doesn't move. Security sees the commotion and comes over too little too late and she puts her hands up in the air, showing off the keycard in her hand.
"Hey, he was trying to grab me. I was just defending myself."
The security guards pick the man up off of the floor and drag him off as one of their lieutenants comes over to Raynin, extending his hand out to her.
"Hello Miss Raynin. Security cameras caught everything. Don't worry, we'll take care of this guy. I've got a couple of men who can follow you to protect you if you'd like."
She chuckles and shakes her head slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"If you were watching, then you can see that I can protect myself. I'm just going to the cage and they can direct me to the private game floor."
The lieutenant nods slowly and reaches in his pocket and pulls out his card, handing it to her.
"Well, my name is Jordan, and please, don't hesitate to contact me if you need assistance tonight... Or, any other night."
He winks at her and she sighs, rolling her eyes and smirks at him.
"Alright, I just might do that."
She takes the card and slips it in her purse, snapping it shut wtih a quick click. She then starts to stroll towards the cage again.
"Everything in the world of wrestling is a gamble. We put our lives, our bodies, our futures on the line every time we step into the ring. We strive to make each and every thing that we do as amazing as possible when we step through those ropes. But then there are those of us who try and go the extra mile. We push ourselves to those points that most people only dream of being able to obtain. And we become what most will never have the possibility of even fathoming of becoming. We become Champions."
She hands the woman in the cage the key card and she nods slowly, swiping it through the computer system before handing it back to Raynin.
"Here you are Miss... Take the VIP Elevator to the second gaming floor. This keycard will give you access to the private floors. They'll be waiting for you in the private room."
Raynin thanks the woman and turns on her heel, walking towards the elevators.
"In a few days, I will have another chance at gaining something that I've been working for, fighting for, giving my blood, sweat, and tears for... At Blaze of Glory, I will be facing Misty, Kittie, and Brooklyn for the Bombshell Championship. And do you know what? I'm excited. My body is tingling at the thought of what will happen once we all step into the ring. My adrenaline is pumping, and it's not even time yet! Do you know, when I step into the ring, it's like time slows down, and all that matters is that moment in time when we first lock up. But this time, it's going to be three times as intense because there are four of us in this matchup."
She gets to the elevator and inserts her keycard into the slot next to the door. When the door opens and she steps into the car, the doors close on their own and the car seems to almost rocket upward, it's moving so fast. She holds her hand out a bit to steady herself as she feels the elevator going past many floors at high speed, then slow down and come to a stop. She puts a hand on her tummy and swallows heavily before she steps out into the game floor. She slowly walks to the far side of the room and inserts her keycard into a slot next to the door. As she opens the door and steps inside, she hears a voice speak.
"Welcome Miss Raynin. Please, put on the gear to your right."
She turns to the right and puts on a set of head gear and some gloves. As she pulls down her goggles, she's suddenly transported into a virtual reality and the voice speaks again.
"Welcome to our VIP game room. Tonight's game is Resident Evil. It's kill or be killed. We're scoring by time through the levels and kills. Good luck, and have fun."
Raynin smirks as she's suddenly turned into Alice from Resident Evil. She reaches to her hip and pulls out a pistol.
"Just like these zombies, I've got each and every one of my opponents in my sights, and I'm prepared to pull the trigger. Blaze of Glory will be like Thunderdome. Four women enter... One woman leaves... And I will be that woman. Prepare yourselves ladies. The time has come for Raynin to take the reins."
She turns quickly as a zombie comes up behind her and puts a bullet right between it's eyes as the scene fades out.
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Definitions of îINEVITABLE"
1. unable to be avoided, evaded, or escaped.
2. certain.
3. necessary.
4. sure to occur, happen, or come.
5. unalterable.
6. Impossible to avoid or prevent.
7. Invariably occurring or appearing.
8. predictable.
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Time: February 22, 2012, 11:40 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada... St. Thomas's Memorial Cemetary.
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It's almost midnight when the silver challenger comes pulling up to the stone wall which surrounds the cemetary. The driver does a u-turn and parks across the street from it, under a streetlight, turning off it's headlights. She sits there, just waiting before she finally shuts down the engine and steps out of the car, picking up a small duffle bag from the passenger side seat.
She's dressed all in black. Her skin tight black leather pants and lug bottom boots seem to meld together. She picks up her black leather bomber jacket and zips it over her black tank top before pulling her long hair back into a pony tail, tying it up with a scrunchie. She takes a deep breath as she shuts the door of the challenger and leans back against the car door for a moment before looking at her watch. She then nods and straightens her jacket.
Raynin looks from left to right and takes a deep breath before she strolls across the quiet street and tosses her bag up and over the top of the wall and scales it quickly She tosses one leg over the top of the wall, and drops over the other side, taking a moment to look around. She pulls out her cellphone and starts to look around for her duffle bag. She finds it after a few moments of searching and slips her phone back into her pocket before she unzips her bag and reaches in to grab her flashlight. She stands and reaches back in her bag and pulls out a map of the cemetary. She looks from the map to her surroundings, shining the flashlight around before she starts to walk through the headstones towards the mausoleums in the distance...
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At first she's afraid that she's gotten lost, but that's when she sees the lightening of the surrounding darkness, and hears the voices. She continues towards the voices, and stops as she looks around at a small clearing, in which a square of mausoleums encircle a small courtyard. She slips through one of the walkways between the mausoleums, and sees that there is a large brazier that's been set up and lit. The fire in the brazier is burning a bright orange, and she takes a deep breath before she steps further into the light. In the center of the courtyard, a deep trench has been dug into the earth, surrounding what looks like a stone table. She looks around and frowns before she finally sees where the voices are coming from.
Standing in front of the stone table are Darknyss, the Mystery Woman, and their friend, Diamond. They're all dressed in black, and they all turn around to look at her, seemingly at the same time. The hair on the back of Raynin's neck stands on end at the collective energies that are crackling through the air. She swallows almost audibly and starts to step forward as Diamond steps forward, extending her and out to Raynin.
"Good... you made it on time. If you had been even a minute late, we would have needed to postpone this thing for another month. The timing is perfect for this. Did you bring everything that I'd asked you to bring?"
Raynin nods and frowns a bit.
"Why is the timing perfect? I was gonna do this last week, but just decided to wait..."
Diamond grins and nods slowly.
"Because something told you that it just wasn't time yet, am I right?"
Raynin nods slowly and smirks.
"Yeah... you're right. It just felt... off."
Diamond pats Raynin on the shoulder and smiles proudly.
"Very good... not alot of people would know that this kind of thing is best done on a night like this. Everyone thinks that the full moon is always the best time for certain things, but something like this... the new moon is always the best. It allows for a vortex to be formed to keep the powers that are surrounding you from trying to stop what we're going to do."
Raynin pulls off the dufflebag and hands it to Diamond who takes it, then grabs her hand and pulls her towards the stone table. Diamond sets the dufflebag on the stone table then starts to pull out the implements in Raynin's bag. She pulls out an athame with an extened raven's claw handle, the tail feather from a raven, a glass jar, a small chunk of stone quartz, a jar containing some black fluid, and another jar containing some black powder, and a piece of paper with an incantation written on it. She nods slowly over each item and takes a deep breath. She checks her watch and smiles to Raynin.
"Very good... You've got everything we need. Now... this is your show. We're only here for moral support. You want this, you have to do it."
She holds out a bottle of jack daniels, a container of salt, and a box of matches to Raynin, and nods towards the circular trench that has been dug around the stone table.
"Here you go. You set the circle."
Raynin nods slowly and walks to the edge of the circle, opens the bottle of jack daniels, and starts to pour the alcohol into the small trench, walking around the circle and mumbling softly to herself. Once she's made it around the circle, she then follows the same path, dropping the salt in a perfect circle just inside the trench that was dug. She then steps back and lights a match, taking a deep breath. She looks back over her shoulder at Darknyss, Diamond and the Mystery woman who all nod slowly at her. She drops the match into the trench filled with alcohol, and the flame encircles them all slowly.
"By earth, air, fire and water, we consecrate this circle."
she walks over to the stone table and picks up a small stone bowl that Diamond has provided her. She dumps the black liquid into the bowl, followed by the power. She starts to chant the incantation that's on the paper as Diamond watches her.
"Asuislte fovelaenta coulrenad bresnsia. Lareanspas quienante playansante hreantal. geladnat viarland zezusanantla!"
She picks up the athame and lifts it to the sky.
"With my blood, I invoke thee. With these words, I invoke thee... protect me from those who wish to do me harm! Keep me safe from those who wish to use me for their own evil purposes. Remove this tie that they have on my soul! Make me my own person once more!! By Cracatos and Plasteos... I beg of thee!!"
She slides the athame along her palm and winces as it bites into her flesh. She holds her palm out over the bowl and lets her blood flow into the bowl as she speaks more of the incantation on the paper.
"Bradiosios Vlanabadan Arisonostros JULIAONOS!!!"
She lights another match on a candle and drops it into the bowl, and the contents of the bowl flare up with a flash. She then picks up the raven's feather and waves the smoke towards her face, breathing deeply. She straightens up and when her eyes open, they've gone stark white as if her irises have disappeared. She dips the feather into the bowl and lifts it to her forehead, painting a strange symbol right in the center. Once the symbol is completed, a huge gust of wind comes from out of nowhere and puts out every ounce of fire in the brazier and the circle. Raynin seems to be holding her breath through the wind, but then she blinks her eyes again, and they've gone back to normal. She lifts her hand that she'd cut open and slides her hand down the now whole flesh of her palm, looking for the mark and finding it without a blemish. She looks over at Diamond and lifts her eyebrows quizically.
"Did I do it right?
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Diamond nods and lifts Raynin's hand up, stroking the center of her palm and showing it to be whole.
"Oh yeah... you did it right. And such power!! Girl... Whatever they say is in you... Everyone should be afraid."
Raynin
looks down at her hand again as the scene fades out.
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