Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on Jun 2, 2014 20:18:01 GMT -6
The momentum is shifting as I drop Jarek with a reverse DDT. Scooting backwards on the mat, I notice Jarek is dazed, confused. He gets back up to his knees trying to stand. He must have hit the back of his head hard. So quickly, I bolt forward when I see my opening, before he gets up to his feet and a swift shining wizard hits. I regret all the head trauma I’m causing, but I really need this win. The crowd at this point, I can make out their cheers and to my surprise “R! D! O! R! D! O!” They’re actually getting behind me and their as vocal about it as when I faced Devin Stone two years ago in Texas.
He’s not getting up so I go down to cover but to my surprise his near hand plants on my boob and he pinches my nipple through the athletic top and begins to twist. I couldn’t help but to yelp as my opponent had a moment of ultimate pervyness. After sending me stumbling back, Jarek stumbles up to his feet and hits me with a knee to my stomach, hunching me over. He seems to be going for a vertical suplex or maybe his falcon arrow as he flings my arm over the back of his neck and grips the waistband of my tights. I feel him bend for the momentum so I had to block it quick. I reach out and grab his leg and again he dumps on the back of his head with me on top of him. The official drops down for the count. It was only a two.
With the crowd still chanting my initials, I scramble over to the corner and climb up, perching on the top turnbuckle. Jarek now holding the back of his neck slowly sits up, kneels and he attempts to reach his vertical base. But I leap off and my inner thigh connects with his face. It could have just been me, but I could have sworn he started licking, possibly sucking on my skin. After he again hits his head on the mat, I quickly cover him, whilst hooking his leg.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3!!!
I sat up in shock as I finally did it. I had beat Jarek Whitaker and avenged a loss to him from just one year ago. Nobody thought I could do it, but I stuck with it, I trained hard in cardio and weight training. I trimmed down and gained some muscle mass. I traded in the baby weight for body definition. Am I ripped like a body builder? Hell no. Those women kinda freak me out. However I feel like I’m in better shape for my short height. Although sometimes when I look at the scale I only hope I could lose up to thirty more pounds of fat.
Since Ryan lightened his schedule with work and has been home more. Sacrificing living in a city he loved and grew up in, with a home so close you could hear the games at Comerica Park. He made changes and sacrificed things he found dear and held close to his heart. He did it to save our marriage. He did these things because he loved me. He did these things because they were the things he wanted.
Rodney’s adjusted nicely to the new neighborhood. Saint Cloud has been quite the suburban paradise in the area we settled in. Neighbors are quiet. The streets seem a little bare especially when used to living in the hustle and bustle of Midtown Detroit. However despite how a little more lonely the new neighborhood felt, the house felt a little more full.
“Oh my! Rayne! These nachos are delicious. I never knew the frozen kind could taste this great!” Paxar exclaimed from the kitchen.
“The T.G.I.Friday ones? Yeah just pup it in the microwave and add your own chips. Tastes like you got it at the restaurant.”
“You introduce me to more of these frozen entrees and I may end up as heavy as a Dalek!”
Paxar skipped into the living room and plopped down on the couch right next to Reya.
“Paxar! Where are your manners? I would not be inclined to believe that you would appreciate your belongings being thrashed about in a manner such as that.”
“Reya, don’t worry about it. These couches were meant to be enjoyed and regardless I’m glad you took us up on our offer. I know how hard it is to travel when working for one company. But taking as many bookings as you do, sometimes having to be on opposite sides of the country in a matter of 24 hours.. It must be good to have another place outside of L.A. where you can just relax and be yourself. Where you can feel at home. Ryan and I. We don’t want you and Paxar to feel as you’re guest in our home. We want you to feel that this is your home when you’re in Minnesota. You’re my sister. I haven’t even been this close to Stacy Robinson and we were constantly on the road together for years. The sad thing is. I just found out her and Matt got divorced, not even from them. But by flipping the television and catching WCF, seeing her ring name reverted back to her birth name. Her and Matt almost split once before over this crazy chick who had an obsession with him. Fortunately they were able to work it out. I have no clue as to what could have happened this time.”
“Rayne, I am so sorry. That is unfortunate news. Divorce is such a sobering topic. When a union that is supposed to last until death do you part tends to dissolve, it can be very hard on anybody close.”
I twiddle my thumbs together and take a sip of my merlot. “That’s the thing. I’m not close to Stacy anymore and it hurts how when you spend time away from someone and it gets to the point your paths seem to diverge forever. We’ve had our ups... I’m her son, Nick’s godmother. We’ve had our downs. I jeopardized our friendship so I could divorce Jason and marry Ryan, and took the NWA Starlet’s Championship from her. I look back on those times and I wonder. Where did it all go? How did we get to this point? Reya, part of why I asked you and Paxar to move in is because I never wanna lose touch with you. Like I lost touch with Stacy. Like I lost touch with Chelsea. They were great friends, now just echoing voices and ghostly faces in my memories.”
Reya readjusts on the couch and gives me a warm smile.
“The reason, I accepted your invitation is because even though you are not blood, you are as much a sister to me as Vanessa and Cera are. Together we have grown, we have changed, we have morphed peoples perceptions of us. You are no longer the weird goth girl who grew up on a farm. I am no longer just a stereotype of catholic girl. You still are you, and I still am I. However we are more than just our personalities. You are Rayne Draven-Omega. You are an inspiration to people who were in a dark place in a dark time. You fought your way back to redemption and look at you know. You are the heiress to a national corn producer, you are an accomplished professional wrestler you married the love of your life, adopted one son, and bore two more beautiful children. Although one may not be with us today he still counts and matters, and he is watching over you.”
I start to tear up at Reya’s endearing words of encouragement.
“Thanks Rey,” I get up to hug her. She warmly returns it as Paxar softly smiles and places her empty nacho plate on the coffee table. “And what about you? How do you feel about yourself.”
Reya pauses for a moment, looking as if she genuinely is gathering her thoughts. She mulled it around before answering.
“I simply am Reya Serra Janason. I am a proud Christian and an accomplished professional wrestler. I have some of the best friends and sisters any individual could ask for. I do my best to do what it is right, and for what I cannot I ask the Lord for the strength to accomplish the right thing.”
“You also got a tight tushie, girl,” Paxar giggles as she turns back to the Star Trek flick silently playing on Ryan’s 60 inch Samsung television.
Reya blushes and is about to correct Paxar before just biting her tongue and sighing.
“Appearances mean nothing for vanity is a distraction from the beauty that is under the skin of any individual.”
Reya smiles ever so confidently in her answer. I nod, although it’s weird hearing those words coming from someone who is filled with so much natural beauty. Her charm, her appearance just radiates and oozes out of her, flowing far and fast. Reya Serra, dismissed, as ‘The Ginger Christian’ was probably the most attractive woman in VOW today. Unbeknownst to her she actually has a forum of fans believing they are potential suitors. Who knows maybe one of them may be lucky?
“So how do you think we’ll fair this week Paxar?” I ask trying to engage her in our conversation
“Well with Reya’s little speech right there I’m gonna think she’s a little more focused than Mr. Ollie. I mean my girl knows what beauty really is and even if that Alexander Oliver is a stud muffin, he may be too vain to actually gauge her abilities properly.”
“Paxar, my match with Mr. Oliver will be a competitive won, for which I am sure. However it would be costly for me to go in and say that his love of appearance would be a down fall. When he fought Matthew last week, it cost him. I cannot go in believing that he would make the same mistake against me. I have to prepare for and expect the hardest match, if I would want to achieve a victory.”
“I guess that’s some sound logic, Reya. Rayne, your match with LRK is gonna be a doozy. You’ve been doing really well for yourself. But you’re paired up with an Irishman who loves to fight. He’s good at hammering away with his fists. From what I’ve seen he’s not to savvy with holds and throws. So if you can somehow take this much larger man down to the mat and apply the ground submissions you’ve extensively trained in, you may have a shot.”
“So you think I should work on my ground game?” Asking Paxar for her feedback. “I beat Jarek and would love to keep my upward trend.”
“Well as long as you don’t stand still within arm’s reach of Mr Keegan? Keegan, right? I’ll stick with LRK easier to remember. You can fly, you can ground him, you can use your speed to grapple him, but just don’t put yourself in a position to be hammered down. He will knock you out. And I’m worried about the size difference you’re only 5’4.”
“According to Ruby Parvati, I’m fat. so I should hold up fine.” I shrug, still a little sensitive about what I heard on the broadcast’s commentary.
“Let that fudge cake say what she wants Ray-Ray. You’re in amazing ring shape and have the kadonk-a-donk. She just be jelly. She can’t do half the things you do in the ring,” Paxar says with an encouraging tone.
“You are perfect the way you are, Rayne,” Reya chimes up.
“Thanks... You’re right. I can’t let what a commentator says bother me. Besides I am training harder and am in better shape. Even if Ruby can’t see it. I’m changing people’s minds.”
He’s not getting up so I go down to cover but to my surprise his near hand plants on my boob and he pinches my nipple through the athletic top and begins to twist. I couldn’t help but to yelp as my opponent had a moment of ultimate pervyness. After sending me stumbling back, Jarek stumbles up to his feet and hits me with a knee to my stomach, hunching me over. He seems to be going for a vertical suplex or maybe his falcon arrow as he flings my arm over the back of his neck and grips the waistband of my tights. I feel him bend for the momentum so I had to block it quick. I reach out and grab his leg and again he dumps on the back of his head with me on top of him. The official drops down for the count. It was only a two.
With the crowd still chanting my initials, I scramble over to the corner and climb up, perching on the top turnbuckle. Jarek now holding the back of his neck slowly sits up, kneels and he attempts to reach his vertical base. But I leap off and my inner thigh connects with his face. It could have just been me, but I could have sworn he started licking, possibly sucking on my skin. After he again hits his head on the mat, I quickly cover him, whilst hooking his leg.
1 . . .
2 . . .
3!!!
I sat up in shock as I finally did it. I had beat Jarek Whitaker and avenged a loss to him from just one year ago. Nobody thought I could do it, but I stuck with it, I trained hard in cardio and weight training. I trimmed down and gained some muscle mass. I traded in the baby weight for body definition. Am I ripped like a body builder? Hell no. Those women kinda freak me out. However I feel like I’m in better shape for my short height. Although sometimes when I look at the scale I only hope I could lose up to thirty more pounds of fat.
Since Ryan lightened his schedule with work and has been home more. Sacrificing living in a city he loved and grew up in, with a home so close you could hear the games at Comerica Park. He made changes and sacrificed things he found dear and held close to his heart. He did it to save our marriage. He did these things because he loved me. He did these things because they were the things he wanted.
Rodney’s adjusted nicely to the new neighborhood. Saint Cloud has been quite the suburban paradise in the area we settled in. Neighbors are quiet. The streets seem a little bare especially when used to living in the hustle and bustle of Midtown Detroit. However despite how a little more lonely the new neighborhood felt, the house felt a little more full.
“Oh my! Rayne! These nachos are delicious. I never knew the frozen kind could taste this great!” Paxar exclaimed from the kitchen.
“The T.G.I.Friday ones? Yeah just pup it in the microwave and add your own chips. Tastes like you got it at the restaurant.”
“You introduce me to more of these frozen entrees and I may end up as heavy as a Dalek!”
Paxar skipped into the living room and plopped down on the couch right next to Reya.
“Paxar! Where are your manners? I would not be inclined to believe that you would appreciate your belongings being thrashed about in a manner such as that.”
“Reya, don’t worry about it. These couches were meant to be enjoyed and regardless I’m glad you took us up on our offer. I know how hard it is to travel when working for one company. But taking as many bookings as you do, sometimes having to be on opposite sides of the country in a matter of 24 hours.. It must be good to have another place outside of L.A. where you can just relax and be yourself. Where you can feel at home. Ryan and I. We don’t want you and Paxar to feel as you’re guest in our home. We want you to feel that this is your home when you’re in Minnesota. You’re my sister. I haven’t even been this close to Stacy Robinson and we were constantly on the road together for years. The sad thing is. I just found out her and Matt got divorced, not even from them. But by flipping the television and catching WCF, seeing her ring name reverted back to her birth name. Her and Matt almost split once before over this crazy chick who had an obsession with him. Fortunately they were able to work it out. I have no clue as to what could have happened this time.”
“Rayne, I am so sorry. That is unfortunate news. Divorce is such a sobering topic. When a union that is supposed to last until death do you part tends to dissolve, it can be very hard on anybody close.”
I twiddle my thumbs together and take a sip of my merlot. “That’s the thing. I’m not close to Stacy anymore and it hurts how when you spend time away from someone and it gets to the point your paths seem to diverge forever. We’ve had our ups... I’m her son, Nick’s godmother. We’ve had our downs. I jeopardized our friendship so I could divorce Jason and marry Ryan, and took the NWA Starlet’s Championship from her. I look back on those times and I wonder. Where did it all go? How did we get to this point? Reya, part of why I asked you and Paxar to move in is because I never wanna lose touch with you. Like I lost touch with Stacy. Like I lost touch with Chelsea. They were great friends, now just echoing voices and ghostly faces in my memories.”
Reya readjusts on the couch and gives me a warm smile.
“The reason, I accepted your invitation is because even though you are not blood, you are as much a sister to me as Vanessa and Cera are. Together we have grown, we have changed, we have morphed peoples perceptions of us. You are no longer the weird goth girl who grew up on a farm. I am no longer just a stereotype of catholic girl. You still are you, and I still am I. However we are more than just our personalities. You are Rayne Draven-Omega. You are an inspiration to people who were in a dark place in a dark time. You fought your way back to redemption and look at you know. You are the heiress to a national corn producer, you are an accomplished professional wrestler you married the love of your life, adopted one son, and bore two more beautiful children. Although one may not be with us today he still counts and matters, and he is watching over you.”
I start to tear up at Reya’s endearing words of encouragement.
“Thanks Rey,” I get up to hug her. She warmly returns it as Paxar softly smiles and places her empty nacho plate on the coffee table. “And what about you? How do you feel about yourself.”
Reya pauses for a moment, looking as if she genuinely is gathering her thoughts. She mulled it around before answering.
“I simply am Reya Serra Janason. I am a proud Christian and an accomplished professional wrestler. I have some of the best friends and sisters any individual could ask for. I do my best to do what it is right, and for what I cannot I ask the Lord for the strength to accomplish the right thing.”
“You also got a tight tushie, girl,” Paxar giggles as she turns back to the Star Trek flick silently playing on Ryan’s 60 inch Samsung television.
Reya blushes and is about to correct Paxar before just biting her tongue and sighing.
“Appearances mean nothing for vanity is a distraction from the beauty that is under the skin of any individual.”
Reya smiles ever so confidently in her answer. I nod, although it’s weird hearing those words coming from someone who is filled with so much natural beauty. Her charm, her appearance just radiates and oozes out of her, flowing far and fast. Reya Serra, dismissed, as ‘The Ginger Christian’ was probably the most attractive woman in VOW today. Unbeknownst to her she actually has a forum of fans believing they are potential suitors. Who knows maybe one of them may be lucky?
“So how do you think we’ll fair this week Paxar?” I ask trying to engage her in our conversation
“Well with Reya’s little speech right there I’m gonna think she’s a little more focused than Mr. Ollie. I mean my girl knows what beauty really is and even if that Alexander Oliver is a stud muffin, he may be too vain to actually gauge her abilities properly.”
“Paxar, my match with Mr. Oliver will be a competitive won, for which I am sure. However it would be costly for me to go in and say that his love of appearance would be a down fall. When he fought Matthew last week, it cost him. I cannot go in believing that he would make the same mistake against me. I have to prepare for and expect the hardest match, if I would want to achieve a victory.”
“I guess that’s some sound logic, Reya. Rayne, your match with LRK is gonna be a doozy. You’ve been doing really well for yourself. But you’re paired up with an Irishman who loves to fight. He’s good at hammering away with his fists. From what I’ve seen he’s not to savvy with holds and throws. So if you can somehow take this much larger man down to the mat and apply the ground submissions you’ve extensively trained in, you may have a shot.”
“So you think I should work on my ground game?” Asking Paxar for her feedback. “I beat Jarek and would love to keep my upward trend.”
“Well as long as you don’t stand still within arm’s reach of Mr Keegan? Keegan, right? I’ll stick with LRK easier to remember. You can fly, you can ground him, you can use your speed to grapple him, but just don’t put yourself in a position to be hammered down. He will knock you out. And I’m worried about the size difference you’re only 5’4.”
“According to Ruby Parvati, I’m fat. so I should hold up fine.” I shrug, still a little sensitive about what I heard on the broadcast’s commentary.
“Let that fudge cake say what she wants Ray-Ray. You’re in amazing ring shape and have the kadonk-a-donk. She just be jelly. She can’t do half the things you do in the ring,” Paxar says with an encouraging tone.
“You are perfect the way you are, Rayne,” Reya chimes up.
“Thanks... You’re right. I can’t let what a commentator says bother me. Besides I am training harder and am in better shape. Even if Ruby can’t see it. I’m changing people’s minds.”
