Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on Aug 28, 2016 22:42:23 GMT -6
All I do was always and all for you.
The Samsung tucked in the back pocket of my blood red skinny jeans rang again for the 14th time today. It was only 10:30 AM, Ryan had already left for the office, our children were with my father who had bought a summer place here in St. Cloud; he always wanted a decent spot for fishing. Nobody knew I was at home. Since Heatstroke went off the air, I split time between St. Paul and Toronto, spending time with the one man, who seemed to actually give a damn about me. Funny who it turned out to be, especially since one year prior, the man sickened me to my stomach, but harshest people are the most honest, and I need that honesty in my life.
With the pinch of my thumb and fore finger, I slip the Galaxy S6 into the palm of my hand and the name on the display read “Sky Sangue”. The CEO of VoW herself, perhaps she heard about the Twitter rumblings between Casanova and myself. We were tired of being Visionaries, and were ready to become Titans. For Casanova it was perfect, his contract went through the fiftieth episode of Breakthrough and he was a free man. Myself on the other hand. Not forseeing the heartbreak I would endure, a naïve me had signed a longer term contract through May 2018. That’s almost near two whole years.
“Rayne, here.”
“Good. Sky here,” the dry tone was familiar, even though I rarely if ever had to deal with the head honcho. “Cutting to the chase, I am lifting your suspension. It seems that the personal feelings of our general manager is clouding his judgement, and that is something I will not, cannot tolerate on our brand.”
“So I can wrestle? I am taking up bookings out in New York, thinking that I wouldn’t be able to get in the ring.”
I feinted joy and appreciation. I didn’t want to stay with the sister and husband I thought had loved me, but for the family I must. Casanova’s vision must stay its course, whether or not he will remain to fulfill it himself.
“Delightful,” her voice still came through the receiver cold and expressionless. I wonder if she’s a robot. “We have a returning Visionary, specifically requesting to meet you in competition.”
“Who?” I inquired, I could not think of anybody specific would want to comeback and face me. Beck Ramsey is tied up in his casino and hotel. Starrkadian, perhaps? The one true Visionary of Virtue, The Intergalactic Defender, and Neon Defender, perhaps looking to avenge my succumbing to the love provided by the dirty blonde, blue eyed smooth talker?
“Elskerinne.”
I went silent. Elskerinne? E? Really? Ages, aeons.
“Rayne, are you there?” I came back, realizing I must have zoned out.
“Yes, here.”
“I expect to see you in Baltimore for Breakthrough 50. Do not disappoint.” She hung up before I could form the sentences to reply.
My phone buzzed in my hand and an unfamiliar number, Minnesota by the area code, sends me a message. Curiously, I open it without hesitation.
Show up, for Spectacular Specta, isn’t that Moulin Rouge??? A fancy, BRILLIANT, vibrant, and DARING production prior to Visions Under the Stars... Featuring the vibrant, vivacious Sirkusdirektør herself, ELSKERINNE... PS. Kawaii outfit in a FedEx box behind yer house. Dress codes, dress codes, Rayney Day! Details and directions TBA!
I wander over to the sliding door on the brick patio. Sure enough, a FedEx box addressed to Rayne Draven-Schilling laid there. I scooped it up and brought it in the house. I pull out my car key, slice the tape, unfold the flaps and the first thing I pulled out was a blue and pink tutu.
“For fuck’s sake, E.”
“¿Que pasa, Mufasa?” The porcelain figure smirks at me and with a wave of her hand dismisses the miniscule amount of backstage security she assembled for her grand production.”
“Nothing to prove, and everything to say? Why did you bring me here? After all this time. I was okay with saying goodbye to you, I knew your heart wasn’t in the sport anymore. You wanted to go back home. I didn’t love you any less for it. But why now of all times did you want to reach out to me, Ne... Elskerinne?”
Elskerinne was playing with her mask, but stopped cold when she heard my inquiry.
“Mi amoré. It was never goodbye, but a see you later, alligator... In a while crocodile. Sisters don’t leave sisters behind. You should know this.”
“What about Reya?" I caught a hint of a scowl from E. As I brought up our sister who has been textbook morality since day one.
“Rey Rey, has priorities she needs to sort out, and dahlin’ you and I can help!”
I simply lower my gaze to my feet, not wanting part of this endeavor. It broke my heart. I used to love these adventures.
“E, it isn’t going to work out. What was had between Reya and I is broken now. She couldn’t even pick up a fucking phone to answer a call or to return one. I worried about her health and safety for months, close to a year. And I wasn’t able to know if she was alright, alive, in a ditch somewhere outside Los Angeles. I went through deaths of colleagues. marital collapse, even committed infidelity. I couldn’t even confide in the one person who promised me they weren’t going to leave. I went through all of that without her. She comes back and acts like every thing’s normal? V... uh E... Why am I not good enough? Why did Ryan not want me? Why did Reya not want me?”
Elskerinne cocked a side smile albeit half hearted. She could feel the heartbreak whilst the tears welled up in my eyes.
“You are the one true hope, Rayney Day. You and I two sisters back together, united against the forces of evil. Flexing our muscles and lady harps, showing all who stand in our way the power of ovarial fortitude.”
I got lost in those icy blue eye which always had the power to hypnotize me. It was like things hadn’t change, but now I am a villain, destroyer of the establishment. The Orphanage beckons me. Because of one man.
“Your eyes, they used to always calm my nerves. Your eyes like crystal clear pools used to lull my worries and confirm all was well in the world. But your eyes are like his, and his are the eyes that show me the truth icy blue canyons that show life isn’t fair and there are no promises guaranteed. That was his gift, and my curse. I feel in love with that man E. The man that tried to ruin you. I lay in his bed now. He shows me the warmth and compassion I was not getting from my husband or sister. He treats me like a real human being. With him I am noticed, not just noticed, but desired. E, I know it is to your dismay, but Casanova English has quenched my insatiable thirst for acceptance. He accepted me when nobody else will.”
E’s eyes grew wide and she got cautious.
“I hold no grudges as you were able to seek me, my sister. However a word of caution. You are a legend in this sport and I have not been able to cement my legacy. Struggle after struggle, I barely start scratching the surface. But when we face in that ring, I want you to know, I look to conquer you. I missed you. I love you, I appreciate you wanting to see me face to face. However, if I am getting in that ring with you, I am looking to conquer you.”
The Samsung tucked in the back pocket of my blood red skinny jeans rang again for the 14th time today. It was only 10:30 AM, Ryan had already left for the office, our children were with my father who had bought a summer place here in St. Cloud; he always wanted a decent spot for fishing. Nobody knew I was at home. Since Heatstroke went off the air, I split time between St. Paul and Toronto, spending time with the one man, who seemed to actually give a damn about me. Funny who it turned out to be, especially since one year prior, the man sickened me to my stomach, but harshest people are the most honest, and I need that honesty in my life.
With the pinch of my thumb and fore finger, I slip the Galaxy S6 into the palm of my hand and the name on the display read “Sky Sangue”. The CEO of VoW herself, perhaps she heard about the Twitter rumblings between Casanova and myself. We were tired of being Visionaries, and were ready to become Titans. For Casanova it was perfect, his contract went through the fiftieth episode of Breakthrough and he was a free man. Myself on the other hand. Not forseeing the heartbreak I would endure, a naïve me had signed a longer term contract through May 2018. That’s almost near two whole years.
“Rayne, here.”
“Good. Sky here,” the dry tone was familiar, even though I rarely if ever had to deal with the head honcho. “Cutting to the chase, I am lifting your suspension. It seems that the personal feelings of our general manager is clouding his judgement, and that is something I will not, cannot tolerate on our brand.”
“So I can wrestle? I am taking up bookings out in New York, thinking that I wouldn’t be able to get in the ring.”
I feinted joy and appreciation. I didn’t want to stay with the sister and husband I thought had loved me, but for the family I must. Casanova’s vision must stay its course, whether or not he will remain to fulfill it himself.
“Delightful,” her voice still came through the receiver cold and expressionless. I wonder if she’s a robot. “We have a returning Visionary, specifically requesting to meet you in competition.”
“Who?” I inquired, I could not think of anybody specific would want to comeback and face me. Beck Ramsey is tied up in his casino and hotel. Starrkadian, perhaps? The one true Visionary of Virtue, The Intergalactic Defender, and Neon Defender, perhaps looking to avenge my succumbing to the love provided by the dirty blonde, blue eyed smooth talker?
“Elskerinne.”
I went silent. Elskerinne? E? Really? Ages, aeons.
“Rayne, are you there?” I came back, realizing I must have zoned out.
“Yes, here.”
“I expect to see you in Baltimore for Breakthrough 50. Do not disappoint.” She hung up before I could form the sentences to reply.
My phone buzzed in my hand and an unfamiliar number, Minnesota by the area code, sends me a message. Curiously, I open it without hesitation.
Show up, for Spectacular Specta, isn’t that Moulin Rouge??? A fancy, BRILLIANT, vibrant, and DARING production prior to Visions Under the Stars... Featuring the vibrant, vivacious Sirkusdirektør herself, ELSKERINNE... PS. Kawaii outfit in a FedEx box behind yer house. Dress codes, dress codes, Rayney Day! Details and directions TBA!
I wander over to the sliding door on the brick patio. Sure enough, a FedEx box addressed to Rayne Draven-Schilling laid there. I scooped it up and brought it in the house. I pull out my car key, slice the tape, unfold the flaps and the first thing I pulled out was a blue and pink tutu.
“For fuck’s sake, E.”
“¿Que pasa, Mufasa?” The porcelain figure smirks at me and with a wave of her hand dismisses the miniscule amount of backstage security she assembled for her grand production.”
“Nothing to prove, and everything to say? Why did you bring me here? After all this time. I was okay with saying goodbye to you, I knew your heart wasn’t in the sport anymore. You wanted to go back home. I didn’t love you any less for it. But why now of all times did you want to reach out to me, Ne... Elskerinne?”
Elskerinne was playing with her mask, but stopped cold when she heard my inquiry.
“Mi amoré. It was never goodbye, but a see you later, alligator... In a while crocodile. Sisters don’t leave sisters behind. You should know this.”
“What about Reya?" I caught a hint of a scowl from E. As I brought up our sister who has been textbook morality since day one.
“Rey Rey, has priorities she needs to sort out, and dahlin’ you and I can help!”
I simply lower my gaze to my feet, not wanting part of this endeavor. It broke my heart. I used to love these adventures.
“E, it isn’t going to work out. What was had between Reya and I is broken now. She couldn’t even pick up a fucking phone to answer a call or to return one. I worried about her health and safety for months, close to a year. And I wasn’t able to know if she was alright, alive, in a ditch somewhere outside Los Angeles. I went through deaths of colleagues. marital collapse, even committed infidelity. I couldn’t even confide in the one person who promised me they weren’t going to leave. I went through all of that without her. She comes back and acts like every thing’s normal? V... uh E... Why am I not good enough? Why did Ryan not want me? Why did Reya not want me?”
Elskerinne cocked a side smile albeit half hearted. She could feel the heartbreak whilst the tears welled up in my eyes.
“You are the one true hope, Rayney Day. You and I two sisters back together, united against the forces of evil. Flexing our muscles and lady harps, showing all who stand in our way the power of ovarial fortitude.”
I got lost in those icy blue eye which always had the power to hypnotize me. It was like things hadn’t change, but now I am a villain, destroyer of the establishment. The Orphanage beckons me. Because of one man.
“Your eyes, they used to always calm my nerves. Your eyes like crystal clear pools used to lull my worries and confirm all was well in the world. But your eyes are like his, and his are the eyes that show me the truth icy blue canyons that show life isn’t fair and there are no promises guaranteed. That was his gift, and my curse. I feel in love with that man E. The man that tried to ruin you. I lay in his bed now. He shows me the warmth and compassion I was not getting from my husband or sister. He treats me like a real human being. With him I am noticed, not just noticed, but desired. E, I know it is to your dismay, but Casanova English has quenched my insatiable thirst for acceptance. He accepted me when nobody else will.”
E’s eyes grew wide and she got cautious.
“I hold no grudges as you were able to seek me, my sister. However a word of caution. You are a legend in this sport and I have not been able to cement my legacy. Struggle after struggle, I barely start scratching the surface. But when we face in that ring, I want you to know, I look to conquer you. I missed you. I love you, I appreciate you wanting to see me face to face. However, if I am getting in that ring with you, I am looking to conquer you.”
