Here we go…
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Raynin RP
SCW's Climax Control, 12/14/2014
Event: Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control DATE: Sunday, 12/14/2014
Place: Bakersfield, California
Venue: Icardo Center
Match: FOUR CORNER MATCH
Opponent: AMY MARSHALL vs CRYSTAL HILTON vs FELONY FONTANNA
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Things have not quite been going as expected for the Angels of the Fallen. First, their big moment against the Freakettes ends in a draw, then when they step into the ring against Crystal Hilton and Jade Manendez-Arcador, they are handed a devastating defeat!! What is this world coming to, where an Angel can’t seem to cut a break!! And to make matters worse, the Freakettes were there… taunting, ever taunting the two Angellic Crusaders as they were given a big blow to their egos. But now… Now it’s time for a glorius comeback, as the New Year fast approaches, and the Angels are given a chance to redeem themselves, as the announcement of the Four Corner Championship matchup as the Champions, the Metal and Punk connection, have to defend their titles against the Freakettes, Crystal Hilton and Jade Manendez- Arcador, and our favorite Angellic Creatures, The Fallen. But before that, a bit of retribution is going to be dished out as Raynin is up first. And in true form, as she steps into the ring, ready to get the juices flowing against Felony Fontanna, Crystal Hilton, and Amy Marshall in a Four Corner Match… But the biggest question on everyone’s mind is… with what happened the week before, it was clear that Raynin’s state of mind had a hand in the defeat. Will her mental situations affect her during this upcoming match? Or… Will that little taste of insanity be just what the doctor ordered to send her to the head of the class and hand her a win? Let’s see what unfolds...
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Time: December 28, 2014, 5:30 PM...
Place: Las Vegas, Nevada…
Location: Inside Gothika and Darknyss’s Apartment…
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She was fine. She had to be fine. I mean, didn’t she? Everyone thought that she was okay. I mean… She looked okay…. She smelled ok… She even spoke like she was okay… most of the time anyways… She fed he cat and groomed Miss Kittay so you could hear her purring almost every moment of the day. She ate three meals and snacked on the occasional bowl of caramel or cheddar popcorn… She did her shopping like normal and signed autographs whenever any one stopped her, and smiled for the fans. She dressed like she was fine… She put on her jeans and her cute shirts and her gym shoes every day, and he socks matched. Her hair was always done, combed and brushed and either pulled back into a pony tail, French braided down her back, or hanging in loose waves around her face like normal. She always wore her Chanel No. 5, or her Coco Chanel, or her Yves St. Laurent perfume so she smelled good. Her teeth were brushed so she didn’t have the yuck mouth… But there was something that was hiding… Just behind the eyes, you could see it… When you looked just so, or caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye, you could see… something was wrong. Something wasn’t quite right with her.
If you looked at her on a normal day, you wouldn’t see it. But when you could see it besides that occasional glimpse, was when she was training. That’s when it was clear on her face… When she hit the gym… As soon as she stepped on the training room floor, or into the sparring ring, you could see the difference in her. It was just there… That spark in her eyes… it would flicker, and her whole demeanor would change…
It was like a light switch went off inside of her mind, and her pupils would seem to shrink until they almost looked like slit. And she would start to growl as she began to train. As her body moved, it seemed as if some demonic force that wanted nothing more than to push her to a different level had possessed her… Pushing her body until her limbs would twitch with exertion, sweat drenched her body, and she would literally drop to the ground in exhaustion after every training session. Everyone noticed it. Her friends noticed it, her partners and teammates noticed it… But the question was… Was it such a bad thing?
Her teammates thought it was just her desire to become stronger. I mean, it was pretty clear that she was getting stronger by the day. Her muscles bulked up some and became more defined. Her abs looked like you could bounce a brick off of them, and she wouldn’t flinch. She didn’t just have a six or an eight pack… Her muscles had come to look like steel cords, craving to show off her skill every time she moved. She didn’t drop weight, so much as she gained muscle weight. Her clothes had gotten loose on her, so she’d spent a day with her friends shopping, so she could have the outfits she needed when she stepped into the ring. She didn’t want to have anything tailored or taken in, because she knew that if she continued on the regimen she was on, she’d need to have the larger clothes once she picked up more muscle weight. I mean, it was cool for the guys back in the day to hulk out, flex, and rip off their shirts… But that was not quite the look she was going for when she stepped into the ring. She wasn’t doing it just to look bigger, like some of the people who step into the ring do. It was just as it was supposed to be on the outside… everything looked to be ok.
But there was someone who was worrying about her, because they had noticed the change in her.
She’d gotten the call from her Abuela earlier in the day. It was short and sweet to begin with as they began to talk.
“Hola mi preciosa niña. Te he echado de menos.†{ Hello my lovely girl. I have missed you. }
She had chuckled as she heard her Grandmother’s tinkling laughter on the other end of the phone, knowing that was what was expected of her.
“Hola Abuela. ¿Cómo estás? Te he echado de menos. ¿Qué te hizo llamar?.â€
{ Hello Grandmother. How are you? I've missed you too. What made you call? }
Her grandmother made a rude noise in her throat she could tell she was shaking her head in a reprimand.
“¿Necesito una razón para llamar a mi propia nieta? Sólo tenÃa que oÃr su voz y asegurarme de que estabas bien. Yo no habÃa oÃdo hablar de usted en tanto tiempo. Oh ... Y tu abuelo envÃa su amor.â€
{ Do I need a reason to call my own granddaughter? I just needed to hear your voice and make sure you were alright. I hadn't heard from you in so long. Oh... And your grandfather sends his love. }
She kind of zones out and doesn’t respond very quickly, and her Abuela clears her throat, then speaks to her, interrupting whatever is on her mind.
"¿Estás bien mi niña?"
{ Are you ok my dear? }
She snaps back to attention and quickly interjects.
"Abuela disculpas. Dile que lo amo demasiado. Y me alegro de que usted llamó la Abuela. Realmente soy. Sólo tengo mi mente en lo que ocurrió durante el último partido, y sobre mi próximo partido. Estoy... Emocionado por tener la oportunidad de regresar al ring contra Felony Fontanna y Crystal Hilton. Y Amy Marshall es sólo va a ser la guinda del pastel."
{ Apologies Grandmother. Tell him I love him too. And I'm glad that you called Grandmother. Really I am. I've just got my mind on what happened during the last match, and about my upcoming match. I am... Excited about getting the chance to get back in the ring against Felony Fontanna and Crystal Hilton. And Amy Marshall is just going to be icing on the cake. }
Her Abuela chuckles and makes a rude noise.
"Usted no tiene que tratar de salir con excusas para mÃ. Sé que es algo malo y que no me estás diciendo lo que está pasando. Puedo escuchar en tu voz. ¿Tengo que hacer un viaje a verte ? "
{ You don't have to try to come up with excuses for me. I know that something's wrong and you're not telling me what's going on. I can hear it in your voice. Do I need to make a trip to see you? }
She knew that if she didn’t say anything, that her Grandmother would be there in a New York minute. And that was something she simply couldn’t handle right now, so she said what she knew she had to say…
"No .... No, usted no tiene que venir de la Abuela. Yo estoy bien. Estoy un poco cansado. Ha sido una semana muy agitada de entrenamiento y preparación para el Control de Climax es todo. Te lo prometo, todo está bueno ".
{ No.... No, you don't have to come Grandmother. I'm alright. I'm just a bit tired. It's been a really rough week of training and preparation for Climax Control is all. I promise, everything's okay. }
She pretends to yawn, and tries to hurry her Grandmother off of the phone.
"Te quiero abuela. Pero no tengo mucho más que tengo que hacer antes de tener que dormir un poco. Me tengo que ir. Te llamaré después de que he ganado mi partido en la feria. Te lo prometo. Adiós. "
{ I love you Grandmother. But I have alot more I have to do before I have to get some sleep. I really have to go. I'll call you after I've won my match at the show. I promise. Bye. }
She sighed heavily as she made to hang up the phone, but just before the click, she heard her Abuela whisper 4 words…
“Yo sé la verdad ...â€
{ I know the truth... }
And now, here she is, sitting in her friend’s apartment as they discuss strategies for the upcoming match. Like she really needed to pay attention… She already knew what was going to happen… Even though no one else had a clue. Because at this very moment, behind her eyes was not the person everyone thought it was… Behind her eyes, a little girl was trapped in a maze of mirrors, inside of which played out moment after moment in her history. She was trapped in her memories, reliving things that she shouldn’t have to while someone… SOMETHING ELSE controlled her body and pretended to be her. Within her own mind, Raynin was screaming for help, and no one could hear her… except for one…
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RUN!! RUN!! KEEP RUNNING AND DON’T LOOK BACK!!
That was all she kept repeating to herself as she ran. Her pigtails were bouncing behind her, ever a reminder of the state she was in… She was just waiting for that first touch to let her know that the presence she felt behind her was just there… And no matter how tired she was, and how much her body hurt, and her lungs screamed for air… she knew she couldn’t’ stop for one moment, or true terror would have her. Her plaid jumper was flying with her as she ran frantically, trying not to look… trying desperately not to see… but failing miserably.
Everywhere she looked, scenes of blood, gore and violence filled her senses. This was no ordinary place. It was her memories… Memories she’d suppressed, or blocked out, or that weren’t committed by her, but by The Oher... Playing out with such vivid details as to be staggering. She was locked in her own mind, searching for a way out, but there was no relief in sight. As she ran down corridor after corridor, turning corners and coming to blind ends, only to be faced with more and more horror, she started to become frantic…
“Somebody!! Anybody!! Please!! Help me!!! Please Abuela!! Help me!!! I don’t wanna see!! I don’t wanna see!!â€
As she came to a mirror, she’s faced with a scene of herself with the reptilian red eyes as she gutted a man with a bowie knife so sharp, it took a moment for the skin to realize that it had been cut and split apart… Then there was just a spray of red and he kind of folded in half. But because it’s a memory, she didn’t just see it… She felt the spray of the red on her hands, and the smell of blood and guts and bile and sewage that comes from doing what had just happened filled her nostrils. She could taste the coppery taste of pennies on the back of her throat as the smell of the red covered her senses, then she gagged as the other smells hit her…
She turned away, just to be confronted by a scene of her in a pit with four other people, fighting in an underground fight club, somewhere out in the desert. They were literally in a hole in the earth, about twenty feet squared, shored up with logs and barbed wire, and the ground was hard packed after being soaked in red and trampled over and over again. She watched as she kicked her foot out and broke a man’s knee… watched as the cap separated and she could see his thigh roll up under his skin as he howled in pain, barely heard over the shouts of the crowd above her that was screaming for blood and death. She ducked a blow from behind and spun with a forearm chop to the throat that crushed another man’s larynx. She knew as soon as the blood came flooding out from his mouth, he would never leave that pit, let alone speak again. Then she turned on the final man who had stopped fighting and just stood there. She heard him shouting for mercy in his language, over and over again as she backed him up against the barbed wire. Then she watched her hand whip out like a snake, and heard his screams as her fingers felt the soft squish and pop of what was once in his eye sockets…
She turned and ran and no matter where she turned, she was assaulted by these vision of horror, mutilation and death, all perpetrated by her own hands which she had no memory of until now, and which she wishes she could wipe away once more. All she could do is just keep running… Don’t stop… don’t stop for a moment… not one instant as she kept hearing over and over again… The song… The sound of the music box… And the sibilant voice ringing out as she runs…
'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock... and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock... All time hasssss gone away….
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… for what you cannot know…
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow… Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock... and assess the hoursssss they fly...
Tick... tock... and all too ssssssoon... your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely… DIE! She knew that The Other was just there… Just behind her… She knew that if she was caught, exactly what would happen to her. The pain… The anguish she would feel as The Other tried to crush her down to nothing within herself. She heard the laughter, then The Other cried out just behind her…
â€That’sssss it my little pet!! Run!!… Run like the ssssssscared little rabbit you are!!!â€
[/b] She didn’t stop… she couldn’t stop… All she could do is flee, and cringe as she kept seeing scene after scene, and the song droned on, driving her half mad…
'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock... and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock... All time hasssss gone away….
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… for what you cannot know…
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow… Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock... and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick... tock... and all too ssssssoon... your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely… DIE! She heard the other speaking again as she ran down a hallway that seemed to have no mirrors at all. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath as the sound started off far away but slowly got closer and closer.
â€You didn’t have what it takes little one. You thought that your little tiger friend could protect you… You thought that animal could make you strong enough to hold onto what we’ve been working so hard to grab a hold to… But you failed!! Just like last week, you failed!! You don’t have the balls to do what’s necessary!! You never did!!â€
[/b] She feels a brush against her braid and it sends her into flight mode again, running on through the never ending halls of horror as the song continues on in the background… Almost like a horrifically maniacal soundtrack to a movie.
'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock... and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock... All time hasssss gone away….
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… for what you cannot know…
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow… Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock... and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick... tock... and all too ssssssoon... your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely… DIE! The Other speaks again as she rounds a corner and is confronted by the sight of her straddling a man’s chest as she pummels what’s left of his face with her bare hands. As she looks on, she can smell every smell… She can feel what’s left of his face beneath he knuckles. It’s like punching into a bowl of ground beef because she’s crushed every bone beneath where she’s punching. She feels spray after spray on her face, and she sees through a haze of red, and yet she is still punching.
â€Did you really think that it was you who did what was needed to survive when we were in those hell holes of they call countries over there? Like hell you did!! IT WAS ME!! IT AS ALWAYS ME!! YOU WERE ALWAYS JUST TOO CHICKEN SHIT TO GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY!! I DON’T HAVE THAT HANG UP!! So while you’re in here, reliving all of my greatest hits, I’m going to be enjoying myself as I make a few new ones!!! Starting with Felony, Amy and Crystal, and ending with the Tag Team Titles wrapped around our waists once more!!â€
[/b] She covers her face with her hands, then shudders as she feels wetness upon them. When she pulls her hands from her face and looks down at them, they’re covered in red and she screams over and over again, shaking her head. She looks up and sees what at first looks like a body with no bones, strung up above her, but she realizes it’s just the skin, strung up on a series of meat hooks and chains. She looks at her hands once more and sees a knife in one hand, and a bloody hook in the other. She throws them down on the ground and takes off running again as the song plays on…
'Tick... Tock... goesssss the clock... and what now ssssshall we play?...
Tick... tock... goesssss the clock... All time hasssss gone away….
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… for what you cannot know…
Tick… Tock… goesssss the clock… The sssssandsssss will ssssstop their flow… Tick… tock… goesssss the clock… esssssscape is on your mind…
Tick… tock… goessssss the clock… no way out ssssssshall you find...
Tick... Tock... goessssss the clock... and assss the hoursssss they fly...
Tick... tock... and all too ssssssoon... your hopesssss… sssssshall sssssurely… DIE! Just then, Gothika looks at her as she’s sitting there and she snaps back to sitting in her friend’s apartment.
“I’m sorry… What did you say?â€
Gothika clears her throat and leans forward.
“I said, do you think you can keep things under control in the ring so you can come out with a win, Raynin?â€
She smiles and nods slowly.
“Oh yes… Um… I mean… yeah… sure. In control… You got it… Excuse me... Bathroom...â€
As she walks into the bathroom, she looks into the mirror and sees her younger self banging on the reflection in the mirror and he chuckles to heself.
â€Oh yeah…. I’ve got thisssss… well in control… â€
[/b] The faint screams of a child is heard in the air as the scene fads out.
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