Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on Oct 9, 2016 14:50:37 GMT -6
There once was a tale of two sisters. According to legend the older sister, in the beginning, looked out for the younger. Whether it be disease or famine or violence, the older sister stood by her younger sister through thick and thin. She vowed to never abandon or stray from her instinctual position. She knew her duties and honored these commitments. That was until the witch came to the village. Hut by but, a witch came and flayed every single villager. The screams pierced ears as flesh was ripped the poor victims. The older sister through the power of light and virtue, was immune to the dark and wicked castings of the witch. She begged her younger sister to hide in a grain barrel tucked in the back of the hut. She made promises to comeback and that the younger girl would never be alone. The older sister casted an enchantment and bound it to the young girl's heart. Forged with holy magic blessed upon by the god of light, this spell of purity ensured that the younger sister could communicate with her protector at any and all times. With one sweet embrace, the enchantress of light bid her farewells and rode out to cease the witch's reign of terror. Hours past by, then days, then months. The which flayed one whole family a week, and the older sister no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she fought could not cast the witch back into the fiery depths of Hell. The older sister traveled off to far and distant lands, and while she was away, the witch came to her hut. Only her younger sister occupied the premises. The little girl whimpered as the foul stench of evil was upon her and attempted to invoke her communication charm. The witch heard the whimpering of the frail child and pulled her out of the the grain barrel by the scruff of her neck. The fear in the girl's eyes grew as her jaw dropped. She pleaded with the which not to flay her, and spoke of her sister. The witch deduced this was the same heroine who attempted to thwart her evil plots of domination, desecration, and destruction. The witch smiled through crooked teeth and tongue of snake as the girl, scared, revealed her sister's protection spell. With that, the witch agreed to spare the child, but before doing so, she reached in for her heart and crushed it, breaking the communication spell along with the older sister's promise. This was the end game, the which had won. For the older sister was nothing without the love of her younger sister, and the child received a fate worse than death. An eternally broken heart.
The flight from New York to DC was long and lonely. Myself along with Jen and English, we made an impact in Olympus and they had no choice but to recognize our gain was their folly. The Orphanage is spreading like a viral disease or a dead gorilla meme. What started out here has branched and infected elsewhere and I am a part of both septic tanks clogging with the vile feces. The stench is every promotion whether it is here in a America or oversees in Europe, Australia or Japan. The Orphanage is here to purify and bring the world of professional wrestling back to where it should be. A sport of smashmouth aggression and pride of being the best, no matter the cost, by any means necessary. Rayne Draven-Omega will no longer be a name of shame and laughs.
Which brings me to the questions that everybody seems to ask. 'Rayne, professional wrestling is a world of ring names. You can go by anything you'd wish. Why do you still carry the Omega name?' It is simple really. Rayne Draven-Omega is my identity it is how the wrestling world knows me. Sure, in hind sight it may have been ill advised to take my husband's ring name. But I refuse to let our issues stop me from competing with the name that I have competed with for the past six years. He can't take my identity, for I didn't take his identity. This is the problem with all the fans in attendance. They believe that I am nothing more than a con-artist. They believe I am a co-artist that is making my earnings at someone else's expense. Well I say fuck you. Omega is my name now. It has been mine since I was the one that stayed in the ring competing with it, while Ryan stayed behind a desk doing paperwork. What's the GM going to do? Repackage my ass? Force me to be the next Captain Cosmo? Hope I retreat back under the hood of Sakura Kanashimino? You fans would love if I brought back the ninja. But that wasn't me. That was a lie, much like how Gwendolyn Massey claimed the me that you knew was a lie.
When in reality it wasn't. I was misguided, but the likes of English and Iser showed me the light. Ryan abandoned me, much like Reya. So I stand here with a pack of smokes, that I found in my left breast pocket. Cassie gave me this jacket to wear since I had left my jackets at back at Ryan's house. Yes Ryan's house. I no longer claim dominion there The wretched smell of despair and deceit. A husband who ignored me. Sister who intentionally gained distance from me. It no longer felt like home and I didn't want to be there any more. I pull a cig out but slide it back in and flip the lid of the carton shut. The sweet taste of nicotine cannot control me after English purified my soul.
"Rayne we need to settle this. I was talking to my attorneys."
"Oh, I am glad one of us can afford corporate attorneys, Ry, you're such an asshole. Rubbing this shit in my face."
"I'm the asshole. You were the one that moved on quick. And him? Really? Out of all the guys you could have been fucking it was him? It seems like you chose him just to spite me."
The words stung, I choke back the feelings of malicious intent, but it is too hard.
"How dare you? You ignore me, for how long and make me a villain? How hard is it to comprehend that I may actually like Cass? That I feel liberated with him? Is you're ego so damn fragile that you can't take it? Why does everything have to be about you, anyway? This isn't about you. We're over. Done. Finito. Get over it."
"What about Rodney and Aiden?" Ryan slips out. "I will be damned if you let that sack of shit around our children."
"Don't you dare use our kids as bargaining chips!" The audacity. I was moments away from slapping his ass out of the chair across from me. However I could not afford assault charges. To be honest I have no idea if Ryan would file. He's so different, a foreign person. However, in perspective, I am foreign to him now. No, fuck it, he's threatening me.
"Bargaining chips? They have been with me and your father while you were fucking off with that Canuckstick in New York. You're doing to those boys what you claim Reya and I did to you. This is worse. You know why? You're a grown ass woman. Them? They're kids. THey don't understand why their mother is gone."
"Because you kicked me out of the house, and don't you pin that shit on me. I Skype with them everyday, at least twice. I help Rodney with that stupid common core math while I am hundreds of miles away. You're probably sitting in the other room playing Titanfall or whatever the hot new bullshit is."
"Mr. Omega, may I interject myself? Doesn't matter, I am interjecting myself anyway. It seems you are bringing emotional harm to my client. I am calmly requesting you leave her be. You have legal counsel let them talk to the legal counsel of your wife. I understand you are not knowledgeable of how legal processes work, but I will say that the path this will lead you on will be no good for your chances of custody should you and my client finalize any paperwork."
Vince Moretti was standing there in the room now, saving me the indignity of being torn apart for personal matters on company time. Usually brash, crude, lewd, and unapologetic, Moretti can be a tactician with his words.
"This doesn't concern you, Vinny."
"Actually it does. Anything that could impact my client's well being, I am going to make sure those threats are eliminated. I am sure you do not want a third party who could testify as a witness to these awful accusations you falsely place on your wife. So unless this conversation pertains to her upcoming weapons match with Miss Janason. I suggest you zip yer lip and allow her the dignity to leave."
Moretti stood firmly with his arms folded across his chest and a grin as if to challenge Ryan to test him.
"Thanks, Vince. I got it from here. Ryan I have no idea why you would sanction a weapons match involving the mother off your children. However it is not you who will pay dearly. It will be Reya. Once and for all I am going to beat her down like red mutt that she is. A cowards, Ryan. She knew! She knew that Paxar was behind her and still ducked the steel chair. If she feels like she needs something to prove, it shouldn't be at my expense. It is something she needs to prove to herself. The fact is, you booked Reya's medical leave. As far as I am concerned, she will not be walking out of the match. She will be carried out on a stretcher. This is the path she wanted, and I will give it to her. It's funny I never thought I would live to see the day that Moretti is on my side and Reya isn't. But then the world is never what it seems. Is it? Look I am growing tired of talking about Reya, tired of thinking of her. It makes me sick to the pit in my stomach, that REya is viewed as the queen of the innocent and is popular as ever. She failed me, I never failed her. But lets be honest. I am not the only issue the both of you have. The Orphanage is spreading and whether it is Stacy Jones or Emma Carlisle walking out with the Visionary Championship, I want you to realize we run the show, and your two puppets, whether its the Starpoint puppet or the Horsepuppet of Chaos. The Orphanage is looming dark days ahead and we will reclaim that World Visionary Championship. We run the show and do what we want when we want. Because we know how to bend the rules without breaking them. Ryan send Reya to me like your ginger lamb to slaughter. Then watch me help sink your true love, this company to the ground. You broke my heart. It is time to break yours."
The flight from New York to DC was long and lonely. Myself along with Jen and English, we made an impact in Olympus and they had no choice but to recognize our gain was their folly. The Orphanage is spreading like a viral disease or a dead gorilla meme. What started out here has branched and infected elsewhere and I am a part of both septic tanks clogging with the vile feces. The stench is every promotion whether it is here in a America or oversees in Europe, Australia or Japan. The Orphanage is here to purify and bring the world of professional wrestling back to where it should be. A sport of smashmouth aggression and pride of being the best, no matter the cost, by any means necessary. Rayne Draven-Omega will no longer be a name of shame and laughs.
Which brings me to the questions that everybody seems to ask. 'Rayne, professional wrestling is a world of ring names. You can go by anything you'd wish. Why do you still carry the Omega name?' It is simple really. Rayne Draven-Omega is my identity it is how the wrestling world knows me. Sure, in hind sight it may have been ill advised to take my husband's ring name. But I refuse to let our issues stop me from competing with the name that I have competed with for the past six years. He can't take my identity, for I didn't take his identity. This is the problem with all the fans in attendance. They believe that I am nothing more than a con-artist. They believe I am a co-artist that is making my earnings at someone else's expense. Well I say fuck you. Omega is my name now. It has been mine since I was the one that stayed in the ring competing with it, while Ryan stayed behind a desk doing paperwork. What's the GM going to do? Repackage my ass? Force me to be the next Captain Cosmo? Hope I retreat back under the hood of Sakura Kanashimino? You fans would love if I brought back the ninja. But that wasn't me. That was a lie, much like how Gwendolyn Massey claimed the me that you knew was a lie.
When in reality it wasn't. I was misguided, but the likes of English and Iser showed me the light. Ryan abandoned me, much like Reya. So I stand here with a pack of smokes, that I found in my left breast pocket. Cassie gave me this jacket to wear since I had left my jackets at back at Ryan's house. Yes Ryan's house. I no longer claim dominion there The wretched smell of despair and deceit. A husband who ignored me. Sister who intentionally gained distance from me. It no longer felt like home and I didn't want to be there any more. I pull a cig out but slide it back in and flip the lid of the carton shut. The sweet taste of nicotine cannot control me after English purified my soul.
"Rayne we need to settle this. I was talking to my attorneys."
"Oh, I am glad one of us can afford corporate attorneys, Ry, you're such an asshole. Rubbing this shit in my face."
"I'm the asshole. You were the one that moved on quick. And him? Really? Out of all the guys you could have been fucking it was him? It seems like you chose him just to spite me."
The words stung, I choke back the feelings of malicious intent, but it is too hard.
"How dare you? You ignore me, for how long and make me a villain? How hard is it to comprehend that I may actually like Cass? That I feel liberated with him? Is you're ego so damn fragile that you can't take it? Why does everything have to be about you, anyway? This isn't about you. We're over. Done. Finito. Get over it."
"What about Rodney and Aiden?" Ryan slips out. "I will be damned if you let that sack of shit around our children."
"Don't you dare use our kids as bargaining chips!" The audacity. I was moments away from slapping his ass out of the chair across from me. However I could not afford assault charges. To be honest I have no idea if Ryan would file. He's so different, a foreign person. However, in perspective, I am foreign to him now. No, fuck it, he's threatening me.
"Bargaining chips? They have been with me and your father while you were fucking off with that Canuckstick in New York. You're doing to those boys what you claim Reya and I did to you. This is worse. You know why? You're a grown ass woman. Them? They're kids. THey don't understand why their mother is gone."
"Because you kicked me out of the house, and don't you pin that shit on me. I Skype with them everyday, at least twice. I help Rodney with that stupid common core math while I am hundreds of miles away. You're probably sitting in the other room playing Titanfall or whatever the hot new bullshit is."
"Mr. Omega, may I interject myself? Doesn't matter, I am interjecting myself anyway. It seems you are bringing emotional harm to my client. I am calmly requesting you leave her be. You have legal counsel let them talk to the legal counsel of your wife. I understand you are not knowledgeable of how legal processes work, but I will say that the path this will lead you on will be no good for your chances of custody should you and my client finalize any paperwork."
Vince Moretti was standing there in the room now, saving me the indignity of being torn apart for personal matters on company time. Usually brash, crude, lewd, and unapologetic, Moretti can be a tactician with his words.
"This doesn't concern you, Vinny."
"Actually it does. Anything that could impact my client's well being, I am going to make sure those threats are eliminated. I am sure you do not want a third party who could testify as a witness to these awful accusations you falsely place on your wife. So unless this conversation pertains to her upcoming weapons match with Miss Janason. I suggest you zip yer lip and allow her the dignity to leave."
Moretti stood firmly with his arms folded across his chest and a grin as if to challenge Ryan to test him.
"Thanks, Vince. I got it from here. Ryan I have no idea why you would sanction a weapons match involving the mother off your children. However it is not you who will pay dearly. It will be Reya. Once and for all I am going to beat her down like red mutt that she is. A cowards, Ryan. She knew! She knew that Paxar was behind her and still ducked the steel chair. If she feels like she needs something to prove, it shouldn't be at my expense. It is something she needs to prove to herself. The fact is, you booked Reya's medical leave. As far as I am concerned, she will not be walking out of the match. She will be carried out on a stretcher. This is the path she wanted, and I will give it to her. It's funny I never thought I would live to see the day that Moretti is on my side and Reya isn't. But then the world is never what it seems. Is it? Look I am growing tired of talking about Reya, tired of thinking of her. It makes me sick to the pit in my stomach, that REya is viewed as the queen of the innocent and is popular as ever. She failed me, I never failed her. But lets be honest. I am not the only issue the both of you have. The Orphanage is spreading and whether it is Stacy Jones or Emma Carlisle walking out with the Visionary Championship, I want you to realize we run the show, and your two puppets, whether its the Starpoint puppet or the Horsepuppet of Chaos. The Orphanage is looming dark days ahead and we will reclaim that World Visionary Championship. We run the show and do what we want when we want. Because we know how to bend the rules without breaking them. Ryan send Reya to me like your ginger lamb to slaughter. Then watch me help sink your true love, this company to the ground. You broke my heart. It is time to break yours."