Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on May 19, 2014 17:43:23 GMT -6
“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Ryan? I mean you lived here your whole life. This is where your friends, family, everyone who has ever meant anything to you... They still live here.”
The boxes were packed. Walls barren, depressions in the carpet where furniture had not all that long ago resided. My car was crammed with decor and kitchen ware. The clothing and Aiden and Rodney’s toys were stuffed into Ryan’s truck. My dad was going to drive the U-Haul on our move to Minnesota, before he takes his last leg back to Iowa. Rodney was outside asking Dad to tell him about the family corn production company. Golden Ear Corn Group was something my dad worked hard on. He turned a small property bought by my great-grandfather, Thomas Elliot Draven, into a corn producing powerhouse. It was something that my father had given myself and Ryan some shares in when I had reconciled with him four years ago.
With some stake in one of the largest agricultural companies in the American midwest and Ryan now holding a desk job as VOW’s Director of Wrestling Operations. Despite being an upstart promotion. Stefan Frei was a savvy investor, so by offering the right numbers to the right people and keeping his baby local, he would be able cut costs where they wouldn’t be adequately spent whilst making his business associates very lucrative offers. We were earning more money than we had dreamed of. More money than when we were simultaneously the NWA’s Starlet’s and World Heavyweight Champions. More money than when Ryan signed a lucrative deal in a promotion where he fought for a World Television Championship like it were the World Heavyweight Championship. This combination of our fortunate income and our frugal spending habits, such as living in one of Detroit’s hardest neighborhoods while Ryan was night in and night out defending the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, made it possible for us to make this move.
“I’ll miss being a thiry minute drive from my parents. I’ll miss my friends who live here. But there are always holidays and vacations for us to comeback and visit. The road is hard. It almost ruined our marriage. So for us to move to Minnesota, while VOW is based there. It’s healthy for us, our family.”
Ryan grabs my hands ad gazes in my eyes.
“I almost lost you over being obsessive in my quest to win that.”
He looks over to another company’s World Heavyweight Championship framed up on the wall. The name plate featured my husband’s first name, but it held another man’s last name. The man who is the recognized champion over there.
“That... And that’s why I put my career and reputation in jeopardy over there. I can’t go on and keep wrestling. I’m supposed to be retired, Rayne. I’m too injured, banged up to keep going. That didn’t stop me. But you and the kids. You could. You did. I’m thankful. If it wasn’t for you guys. I’d be confined to a wheelchair or worse. I’ve been in the wheelchair before. I didn’t like it.”
Ryan moves his hands down my sides and firmly plants them on my hips. He gazes at me before pulling in closer. It’s been a while since we last spent this time together.
“Ry. My dad’s outside. What if him and Rodney come back in?”
“We’ll just go into the bedroom and lock the door... Just one last time.”
Before I even have any time to respond, Ryan scoops me up over his should and a giggly scream escapes my mouth, along with a slightly embarrassing snort. He kicks the door behind us shut before putting me back down to my feet. It only took him a second to undo my button and pulls my skinny jeans down. After hooking the backs of my thighs with his hands and pressing me against the wall. I could feel my boyshorts crawling up in a wedgie. I didn’t care though. It’s been forever and nothing was going to stop us. Noth...
“WAAAAA!!!”
“Nooooo...” Ryan whines. “Not now.”
Aiden was down for a nap and from the sound of his wailing he just woke up.
“I’ll get him," I say as I kick my jeans back up into my hand off the hardwood floor. “We should have fixed this loose floorboard. Probably was what woke him up.”
“No. I’ll get him. It’s my turn.” Ry offers.
“Thanks. I’ll see if Dad has everything strapped in. Alright.”
Ryan walks over to the nursery where we had Aiden sleeping in his playpen. An easy fold up job as we already put his crib in the U-Haul. I look down and step my first leg back into my pants as I sigh about what could have been. It’s been about six months. A half a year since Ryan and I got intimate. It was one of the factor that played into how uneasy our marriage was. It was funny how for a short time I was thinking of divorcing him. That’s how serious it got. But it seemed a little odd that a magazine reported that divorce was discussed... Especially since the D word was never brought up between us. It was especially weird that it popped up at a time that Ryan and I reconciled. Sometimes, I think there is an alternate universe that other people are reaching into for inspiration in their news stories.
Heading towards the stairs leading down and out of the midtown Detroit condo. I slip my phone out of my pocket. There was someone I really needed to talk to right about now. After scrolling through my contacts, I find her name and click on it. The phone rings two or three times before she picks up.
“Heya Rayne, what’s up homeskillet?”
“Not much. We just got done packing up. We’re ready to make our move to Saint Cloud. Paxy, you have some time to talk?”
“Yeah, plenty. What’s on your mind?” Paxar asks me.
“Its this match. Ever since I found out I’m going one-on-one with Jarek, my mind shifts back to when we last met in the ring. All I’ve been thinking about was him jumping up and down. Beer belly just bouncing up and down. Then charging at me to take off my head with Vanilla Thunder. I don’t know if I can deal with it.”
“It’s alright, gurl. You just need to take a deep breath and let yourself accept the fact that Jarek is talented, and that he knows how use his talents in the ring. But he’s got his quirks. Sometimes he puts his you know what ahead of his brain.”
Paxar’s response makes me chuckle. It was well needed. I’m setting back into the pro wrestling grind, while raising my two boys, and to top it all off I’m moving to a whole other state. The stress has been eating at me for a while. I needed this laugh.
“Yeah well. How many times has he tried to get with Reya?”
“Can ya blame him? Our girl is shebang shebang.”
“Yeah, Reya is drop dead gorgerous and you of all people should know how hysterical it is that she keeps turning guys heads and she has no idea she’s even doing it. She’s beautiful and it doesn’t even register with her. It’s not who she is to even acknowledge it.”
“Yeah, it is quite funny seeing all the looks she gets and watching her snub them, just because she doesn’t even notice what’s going on. Say... Did you see how Jarek looks. He brought his six pack back. If he had the looks of the eleventh doctor. He’d do more for me. I’d probably even let him pull out his sonic screwdriver.”
“PAXAR!” I heard Reya shout out from the speaker.
“Oh, Paxy.... Can you put Reya on speaker please??? Hey, sis? What’s going on?”
“Hello, Rayne!” Reya let out with cheer. “How is everything. Did you and Ryan get everything packed yet?”
“Yeah, we did. Say, I was talking to Ry last night. The house in Saint Cloud has five bedrooms and a pool house. And we’d like for you and Paxar to stay with us when you keep coming into town for VOW shows. We have so much extra room, and we possibly wouldn’t be using it. We know you and Paxar aren’t moving from L.A. And with your other bookings, you’ll be all around the country still. But as long as you’re in Minnesota, we couldn’t let you stay in a hotel. You’re family. I mean I’m gonna tell Nessa about it too, whenever I can get a hold of her.”
“Rayne, that is a very generous offer. However I could not impose. Paxar could not impose. We appreciate the offer, but...”
“But nothing. We’re sisters. No sisters of mine are going to stay in hotels when they’re in town, especially when I have unused bedrooms at my disposal. You’re seriously gonna be in Minnesota how often? You know how much money you’ll save by staying with us. You’ll have a place of your own when you’re away from your home. Besides... It’ll give us more time to hang out. Just promise me that you’ll think it over.”
“We will.”
Reya was very proud. She also was reluctant to enter scenarios where she would percieve herself to be a bother towards others. For her and Paxar to stay with us is no bother. I want my friends, my sisters to be with us. This was a difficult sell, but not an impossible one.
“My dad looks like he needs some help. I’ll call you when we get to Minnesota. See ya lovely ladies later.”
“Take care, Rayne.”
“Later, alligator.”
With that I slip my phone back in my pocket.
“Mommy! Grandpa says you’re gonna beat up Jarek!!!”
“Dad!”
My glare is met by a simple shrugging of his shoulders. This is the hard part of being a wrestler. Trying to teach your children that violence is not okay. However I left the ultraviolent wrestling company that pretended that is wasn’t about ultraviolence. I’m headed toward Minnesota to compete for a league that is about the spirit of competition. This is a league that is about the athletic standpoint of our sport.
“Rodney... Whether I win or lose, it is not about beating up Jarek. We’re going into that ring and we’re gonna play a sport. That’s all it is. It’s a sport, not a fight. Go back up and help Daddy check on your baby brother.”
I ruffle the blonde curly locks on Rodney’s head as he runs up the stairs back into the condo.
“You’re gonna raise that boy to be a wuss. In my day we settled all our difference with fist fights.”
“Dad, he’s only five years old. He doesn’t need to think about fighting. When the time comes, Ryan and I will teach him to take care of himself, to stand up for himself. I don’t want him to grow up thinking it’s okay to throw the first punch.”
“I know. I know. It’s about throwing the last. You’ll do fine raising him. I’m just stuck in my old school ways.”
“Is everyone ready?" Ryan has Aiden in one arm and the playpen folded up, handled by his other hand. Rodney started hopping down the steps.
“Goodbye House!” Rodney waves as he hops into his seat in my G6. I grab Aiden from Ryan, and he tosses the playpen in the U-Haul. He closes the gate and the two of us stand on the curb looking at the condo.
“I can’t believe I’m actually moving away from my city.”
"It's a weird feeling isn't it? Felt weird when I left Iowa for Chicago when Jason was signed to WWA."
“I’m gonna miss it here.”
The boxes were packed. Walls barren, depressions in the carpet where furniture had not all that long ago resided. My car was crammed with decor and kitchen ware. The clothing and Aiden and Rodney’s toys were stuffed into Ryan’s truck. My dad was going to drive the U-Haul on our move to Minnesota, before he takes his last leg back to Iowa. Rodney was outside asking Dad to tell him about the family corn production company. Golden Ear Corn Group was something my dad worked hard on. He turned a small property bought by my great-grandfather, Thomas Elliot Draven, into a corn producing powerhouse. It was something that my father had given myself and Ryan some shares in when I had reconciled with him four years ago.
With some stake in one of the largest agricultural companies in the American midwest and Ryan now holding a desk job as VOW’s Director of Wrestling Operations. Despite being an upstart promotion. Stefan Frei was a savvy investor, so by offering the right numbers to the right people and keeping his baby local, he would be able cut costs where they wouldn’t be adequately spent whilst making his business associates very lucrative offers. We were earning more money than we had dreamed of. More money than when we were simultaneously the NWA’s Starlet’s and World Heavyweight Champions. More money than when Ryan signed a lucrative deal in a promotion where he fought for a World Television Championship like it were the World Heavyweight Championship. This combination of our fortunate income and our frugal spending habits, such as living in one of Detroit’s hardest neighborhoods while Ryan was night in and night out defending the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, made it possible for us to make this move.
“I’ll miss being a thiry minute drive from my parents. I’ll miss my friends who live here. But there are always holidays and vacations for us to comeback and visit. The road is hard. It almost ruined our marriage. So for us to move to Minnesota, while VOW is based there. It’s healthy for us, our family.”
Ryan grabs my hands ad gazes in my eyes.
“I almost lost you over being obsessive in my quest to win that.”
He looks over to another company’s World Heavyweight Championship framed up on the wall. The name plate featured my husband’s first name, but it held another man’s last name. The man who is the recognized champion over there.
“That... And that’s why I put my career and reputation in jeopardy over there. I can’t go on and keep wrestling. I’m supposed to be retired, Rayne. I’m too injured, banged up to keep going. That didn’t stop me. But you and the kids. You could. You did. I’m thankful. If it wasn’t for you guys. I’d be confined to a wheelchair or worse. I’ve been in the wheelchair before. I didn’t like it.”
Ryan moves his hands down my sides and firmly plants them on my hips. He gazes at me before pulling in closer. It’s been a while since we last spent this time together.
“Ry. My dad’s outside. What if him and Rodney come back in?”
“We’ll just go into the bedroom and lock the door... Just one last time.”
Before I even have any time to respond, Ryan scoops me up over his should and a giggly scream escapes my mouth, along with a slightly embarrassing snort. He kicks the door behind us shut before putting me back down to my feet. It only took him a second to undo my button and pulls my skinny jeans down. After hooking the backs of my thighs with his hands and pressing me against the wall. I could feel my boyshorts crawling up in a wedgie. I didn’t care though. It’s been forever and nothing was going to stop us. Noth...
“WAAAAA!!!”
“Nooooo...” Ryan whines. “Not now.”
Aiden was down for a nap and from the sound of his wailing he just woke up.
“I’ll get him," I say as I kick my jeans back up into my hand off the hardwood floor. “We should have fixed this loose floorboard. Probably was what woke him up.”
“No. I’ll get him. It’s my turn.” Ry offers.
“Thanks. I’ll see if Dad has everything strapped in. Alright.”
Ryan walks over to the nursery where we had Aiden sleeping in his playpen. An easy fold up job as we already put his crib in the U-Haul. I look down and step my first leg back into my pants as I sigh about what could have been. It’s been about six months. A half a year since Ryan and I got intimate. It was one of the factor that played into how uneasy our marriage was. It was funny how for a short time I was thinking of divorcing him. That’s how serious it got. But it seemed a little odd that a magazine reported that divorce was discussed... Especially since the D word was never brought up between us. It was especially weird that it popped up at a time that Ryan and I reconciled. Sometimes, I think there is an alternate universe that other people are reaching into for inspiration in their news stories.
Heading towards the stairs leading down and out of the midtown Detroit condo. I slip my phone out of my pocket. There was someone I really needed to talk to right about now. After scrolling through my contacts, I find her name and click on it. The phone rings two or three times before she picks up.
“Heya Rayne, what’s up homeskillet?”
“Not much. We just got done packing up. We’re ready to make our move to Saint Cloud. Paxy, you have some time to talk?”
“Yeah, plenty. What’s on your mind?” Paxar asks me.
“Its this match. Ever since I found out I’m going one-on-one with Jarek, my mind shifts back to when we last met in the ring. All I’ve been thinking about was him jumping up and down. Beer belly just bouncing up and down. Then charging at me to take off my head with Vanilla Thunder. I don’t know if I can deal with it.”
“It’s alright, gurl. You just need to take a deep breath and let yourself accept the fact that Jarek is talented, and that he knows how use his talents in the ring. But he’s got his quirks. Sometimes he puts his you know what ahead of his brain.”
Paxar’s response makes me chuckle. It was well needed. I’m setting back into the pro wrestling grind, while raising my two boys, and to top it all off I’m moving to a whole other state. The stress has been eating at me for a while. I needed this laugh.
“Yeah well. How many times has he tried to get with Reya?”
“Can ya blame him? Our girl is shebang shebang.”
“Yeah, Reya is drop dead gorgerous and you of all people should know how hysterical it is that she keeps turning guys heads and she has no idea she’s even doing it. She’s beautiful and it doesn’t even register with her. It’s not who she is to even acknowledge it.”
“Yeah, it is quite funny seeing all the looks she gets and watching her snub them, just because she doesn’t even notice what’s going on. Say... Did you see how Jarek looks. He brought his six pack back. If he had the looks of the eleventh doctor. He’d do more for me. I’d probably even let him pull out his sonic screwdriver.”
“PAXAR!” I heard Reya shout out from the speaker.
“Oh, Paxy.... Can you put Reya on speaker please??? Hey, sis? What’s going on?”
“Hello, Rayne!” Reya let out with cheer. “How is everything. Did you and Ryan get everything packed yet?”
“Yeah, we did. Say, I was talking to Ry last night. The house in Saint Cloud has five bedrooms and a pool house. And we’d like for you and Paxar to stay with us when you keep coming into town for VOW shows. We have so much extra room, and we possibly wouldn’t be using it. We know you and Paxar aren’t moving from L.A. And with your other bookings, you’ll be all around the country still. But as long as you’re in Minnesota, we couldn’t let you stay in a hotel. You’re family. I mean I’m gonna tell Nessa about it too, whenever I can get a hold of her.”
“Rayne, that is a very generous offer. However I could not impose. Paxar could not impose. We appreciate the offer, but...”
“But nothing. We’re sisters. No sisters of mine are going to stay in hotels when they’re in town, especially when I have unused bedrooms at my disposal. You’re seriously gonna be in Minnesota how often? You know how much money you’ll save by staying with us. You’ll have a place of your own when you’re away from your home. Besides... It’ll give us more time to hang out. Just promise me that you’ll think it over.”
“We will.”
Reya was very proud. She also was reluctant to enter scenarios where she would percieve herself to be a bother towards others. For her and Paxar to stay with us is no bother. I want my friends, my sisters to be with us. This was a difficult sell, but not an impossible one.
“My dad looks like he needs some help. I’ll call you when we get to Minnesota. See ya lovely ladies later.”
“Take care, Rayne.”
“Later, alligator.”
With that I slip my phone back in my pocket.
“Mommy! Grandpa says you’re gonna beat up Jarek!!!”
“Dad!”
My glare is met by a simple shrugging of his shoulders. This is the hard part of being a wrestler. Trying to teach your children that violence is not okay. However I left the ultraviolent wrestling company that pretended that is wasn’t about ultraviolence. I’m headed toward Minnesota to compete for a league that is about the spirit of competition. This is a league that is about the athletic standpoint of our sport.
“Rodney... Whether I win or lose, it is not about beating up Jarek. We’re going into that ring and we’re gonna play a sport. That’s all it is. It’s a sport, not a fight. Go back up and help Daddy check on your baby brother.”
I ruffle the blonde curly locks on Rodney’s head as he runs up the stairs back into the condo.
“You’re gonna raise that boy to be a wuss. In my day we settled all our difference with fist fights.”
“Dad, he’s only five years old. He doesn’t need to think about fighting. When the time comes, Ryan and I will teach him to take care of himself, to stand up for himself. I don’t want him to grow up thinking it’s okay to throw the first punch.”
“I know. I know. It’s about throwing the last. You’ll do fine raising him. I’m just stuck in my old school ways.”
“Is everyone ready?" Ryan has Aiden in one arm and the playpen folded up, handled by his other hand. Rodney started hopping down the steps.
“Goodbye House!” Rodney waves as he hops into his seat in my G6. I grab Aiden from Ryan, and he tosses the playpen in the U-Haul. He closes the gate and the two of us stand on the curb looking at the condo.
“I can’t believe I’m actually moving away from my city.”
"It's a weird feeling isn't it? Felt weird when I left Iowa for Chicago when Jason was signed to WWA."
“I’m gonna miss it here.”
