Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on Jan 30, 2015 21:15:06 GMT -6
The roar of the crowd resonated in my ears. Even though Eddie could not see it they knew that I was climbing up to the top turnbuckle. With one giant leap of faith, I took off and I hit Eddie with the Black Rayne. Instinctually, reached back my arms to hook The legs of Myers.
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It was almost a three count but with a split-second Eddie had kicked out. We both get up to our feet but as we turn around we see Matt Rydell spring off of the double clothesline taking us both down to the Matt. Before I'm able to make it back up, Rydell hooks my arm around his neck and hoists me up. The next thing I know he drove my head right into the mat and I blacked out. When I finally came back to I found myself with my head stuffed between Eddie's thighs. I heard Rydell telling him to stop. I thought I had an ally. I had thought wrong. For Rydell simply grabbed the ring steps and Eddie flipped me up onto his shoulders. That piece of shit drove me spine first right into the steps. I laid there and I writhed. It gave Myers the opening to stick his cigarette into my lips and I found myself puffing... Humiliated again.
However that's not the way I will go down. That's not the way that I'll be remembered. Eddie was always an asshole, a bastard. Rydell who I thought was looking to stand up to the man who put him out of action was the man who egged him on to try to take me out of action.
Paxar followed me with a concerned expression as I hobbled into my husband's office. He wasn't around so I sat in his chair and started to play solitaire on his laptop.
"Rayne, are you alright?" Paxar inquires making sure not to bring up the cigarette after our argument last week.
"Yeah. I just wish Ryan was here... I wonder what he's doing."
Just as I said that, there he was looking like a hot mess... Out of breath like he was sprinting in his three piece suit.
"Babe, are you alright?" How's your neck?"
It was not my neck so much as it was my ego and my pride.
"It's alright... Back hurts worse.... And guess what they stuffed another cigarette in my mouth. Ryan, what are we going to do about this?"
"Bastards..." He mutters to himself. "The way I see it. Eddie can go fuck himself. I'm trying so hard to find reasons not to give into that Fall From Grace match. It would be reckless and irresponsible... And if anything happens to Seifer... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. But he needs to be taught a lesson... Hopefully Seifer won't hardcore lobby for it, I may throw caution to the win and grant them Fall From Grace."
I know Ryan has a show to help run with Sky and Stefan, but I kinda was wishing work wouldn't distract him. Looking at it know, I couldn't blame it but just a year ago I dawned a mask and became Sakura Kanashimino because I was jealous when it seemed like my own husband was having a better marriage with wrestling than he was having with me. Needless to say he bested me under my secret identity and went on to have what many fans consider one of the most unforgiving ladder matches with Bobby Backdoor. At this time now, I needed him more than I have ever needed him before.
"We'll talk at the hotel, Ryan. Could you do me a favor and set up a match between myself and Matt Rydell?"
He went silent and nodded his head yes. He understood I rarely requested certain matches and when it happened, there had to have been a good reason.
"We have room in the opener. And we still haven't found a contender for the Ziu Zhong, but Sky has been brooding around about taking care of setting that match up."
Paxar looked on as Ryan took his hand gently under my chin and lifted my head coming in for a kiss... I felt his pause when he tasted the remnants of Eddie's cigarette. As much as he hated it, he dared not pull away.
"Ryan, could we have a word while Rayne gets dressed?"
I had a feeling she was gonna tattle... Err warn him about my cig run to 7 Eleven. Whatever... Paxar is like a sister but she just doesn't get it.
"I'm gonna hit the showers and think about stuff."
Before either of them could say a word, I slip out of the office and head toward the locker room. Various roster members and backstage staff looked at me with cautious eyes and hints of pity. It pissed me off to see that in the eyes of everyone after busting my ass night after night and week after week, I was reduced to a victim at the hands of The Orphange and at the hands of Matt Rydell. I became the butt of some stupid joke or a plot device to get at either Vanessa or Ryan and VoW Management by association.
I grab my bag out of the cubby hole as Vanessa looks on, lifting her head and pulling an earbud out of each ear. She watched carefully as I pulled out a pink dress plastered in skulls, cross bones, lightning bolts... Even if Ryan went sober, doesn't mean I stopped going out for drinks. I pulled the spandex top off as well as slipping off my trunks. Standing there in nothing more than my underwear, I let out a deep exhale as I grab more 'sexy' undergarments like lacy boyshorts than the full coverage cotton I tend to wear in the ring.
"You know Ray Ray. You will win this war on your own merit. It doesn't matter if the battles are in their favor. At the end of the day, the odds are in yer favor. Ya have more heart in yer pinky finger than the entire Orphange has in their entire bodies. You don't need anybody to back you up.... Butttttttttt.... If you would like somebody to have yer back, I'm here for ya Rayne Drop."
I didn't say anything because I was too busy sulking at what happened out I the ring, but Nessa didn't wait for me to say anything. She simply wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.
"It's what sisters do."
With that she popped her earbuds back in her ears and smiled sweetly before skipping out of the locker room. Silence returned and I stepped into the shower and stripped to nothing. A simple twist of the knob to hot and I started to wash the stink of failure off my body. It was relaxing. Refreshing. I grabbed the bottle of milk and honey scented soap and went to town. I scrubbed every inch of my body just trying to wash myself clean. Trying to wash the stench of failure from my being. If only it were that easy. If only scrubbing could make every time Eddie or Cassie or Brett shoved a cigarette in my mouth away. If it could take away anytime Eddie tossed me like a ragdoll. If it could take away Matt Rydell being a slimed turn coat. If it could take away any ounce of hurt or shame I have.
When my shower ended. I stood over the drain for a bit and let the water drop off multiple points from my body and hair. I forgot my towels were in Ryan's bag as I ran out of room in mine so I borrowed Nessa's. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body as I started to blow dry my hair. The fact that I don't need to use any product for my hair to look good was a simple blessing. After I was satisfied, I tied my hair up and slipped on my lace boyshorts and strapless bra. I slipped into my dress and a leather jacket. The clock surprised me because it implied I was in the shower for close to two hours. I scramble for my cell only for it to have two missed calls from Paxar as well as one from Ryan. There was a text from Ryan "Leaving with Paxar... V said she'll wait for u"
I shrug and and slip my heels on before grabbing my bag. Along the way to the parking lot, all I could think of was how much I wanted to hurt Rydell. Just hit him with stiff kicks anywhere and everywhere. How dare he insert his nose in my battles and struggles and on the other side to boot.
After slipping out the door, I watch A black leather clad Stacy Jones chain smoking and finally finish off her third cigarette and throw it to her side. No Tayla or Seifer in sight. My guess is that just like myself, she needed some time alone. She pulls a carton of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket along lighter and opens it up, and throws the empty box into the trash can before lighting it and taking a drag.
"This is fucking ridiculous..."
I glance over to her as she takes another long drag of the cigarette, unaware of my presence. Judging it being she tossed the carton, it had to be her last. I could be safe if I asked for one then, right? It's not like she could give me one.
"Hey, Stace...you think you could...um...spare me one of those. Ryan and Paxar wouldn't know...I promise..."
I shoot her a longing look whilst fidgeting.
"You’re lucky I bought myself another pack earlier..."
To my surprise she rummages through my jacket pocket and pull out a brand new carton of smokes and pass it to me as it's no fucking big deal. Simply, she takes another drag of her cigarette.
"This isn't right you know...almost five years...and they burn it all down..."
I open the carton and take one out, I pops it in between my lips as Stacy hits me with a light and I take a few puffs, passing the carton back. Sweet Nicotine how I missed thee.
"Yeah...The Orphanage can go and fuck themselves...something needs to be fucking done about those rotten bastards! I swear if they do one more thing to someone I love, I’ll tear all of their fucking throats out!"
She boots the trash can over onto it’s side. The loud crashing noise forces me to dive a little to the side before Stacy leans back against the wall and finishes her cig in a single drag.
"Well Eddie has that freakishly large Adam’s apple...perfect for gripping..."
I savor a long drag and exhale. Pulling the cig from my mouth, I stare at it for a while.
"I'm surprised you gave me this, and didn't give me a lecture..."
"To be honest Rayne, at the moment I’ve got too much shit on my mind to lecture someone about smoking...not to mention, being someone who has tried and failed to quit on numerous occasions...I’m not in a position to do that..."
I let out a light chuckle at the slight humor of the situation.
"Was it just me or did you just down five of them since I got here?"
"I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had...that previous pack I had was practically full when I first came out here..."
A single tear forms in her left eye and slowly trickles down her ghostly pale face.
"Rayne, you’re one of the few people who know about all the shit that I’ve had to deal with throughout my life...from my miscarriages...to the numerous times I’ve been kidnapped...and...I don’t know why...but...with all that’s going on right now...with what happened to Tayla...and with this match that Seifer’s involved in...I...I’ve never been so scared in my entire life..."
At this point the mascara was flooding from her eyes... She reminded me of myself.
"Rayne...I...I think The Orphanage may have broken me..."
I slide closer to Stace, back still against the wall.
"I guess that makes two of us...how do Seifer and V do it? Although Casanova is pushing the right buttons to play the Queen like a puppet. Well for whatever it's worth. We're broken together, and not alone..."
I interlock her fingers with mine and squeeze my hand tight.
"No..."
Stace breaks away from my grasp as my taller paler friend turns to face me. She wipes away her tears and look into my eyes. It was the look of intent.
"We’re not going to let these fuckers win Rayne! No fucking way! We need to stand up to them...fight this pathetic revolution they’ve got going on! I don’t care if it fucking kills us Rayne! We’re going to do this for VoW...for our fans...but more importantly...we’re going to do this for us!"
I simply shrug but it sounded easier said than done so I let out a snide remark.
"That's fine and dandy, Stace...but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still here, cancer stick in hand just puffing away. How do I rise up?"
I prepare for another drag. How this felt so good. How I am not able to do this at home. But I will feel the shame and the regret when the bliss is over.
"I’ll tell you how...first..."
She finishes off her cig and throws it before snatching mine right out of her mouth and smokes it herself. Sure she lent it to me but how rude.
"You’re going to stop smoking...and I’m not saying this because I want you to stop smoking...I’m saying this because I know that you don’t want to start again. And I’m going to help you stop...because guess what... I’m quitting as well...and then we’re going to take down The Orphanage once and for all...and I know just where to start..."
"Hey...I was still smoking that! For fuck's sake...but you're right...now tell me...where?"
"We’re going to build ourselves a little surprise for The Orphanage..."
She then begins to skip away from me with my hands clasped together behind her back and enters her car before driving off. "Please don't anything foolish, Stace" I mutter under my breath. Something about Stacy tongiht scared me. I think Carson may have actually pushed her past her breaking point. It was just then an older Ford Explorer pulls up with the horn honking. Andi was driving with Jessi seated next to her. Nessa was in the back rolling her window.
"Rayne Drop... Get in the car this instant... We have a party lined up and it's going to be fun! Too fun you won't know what crazy things we have in store."
V waves her arms out of the SUV all dramatic like.
"Shouldn't I stay focused on Matt Rydell?"
"Get in the car. Fuck Rydell!!!"
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It was almost a three count but with a split-second Eddie had kicked out. We both get up to our feet but as we turn around we see Matt Rydell spring off of the double clothesline taking us both down to the Matt. Before I'm able to make it back up, Rydell hooks my arm around his neck and hoists me up. The next thing I know he drove my head right into the mat and I blacked out. When I finally came back to I found myself with my head stuffed between Eddie's thighs. I heard Rydell telling him to stop. I thought I had an ally. I had thought wrong. For Rydell simply grabbed the ring steps and Eddie flipped me up onto his shoulders. That piece of shit drove me spine first right into the steps. I laid there and I writhed. It gave Myers the opening to stick his cigarette into my lips and I found myself puffing... Humiliated again.
However that's not the way I will go down. That's not the way that I'll be remembered. Eddie was always an asshole, a bastard. Rydell who I thought was looking to stand up to the man who put him out of action was the man who egged him on to try to take me out of action.
Paxar followed me with a concerned expression as I hobbled into my husband's office. He wasn't around so I sat in his chair and started to play solitaire on his laptop.
"Rayne, are you alright?" Paxar inquires making sure not to bring up the cigarette after our argument last week.
"Yeah. I just wish Ryan was here... I wonder what he's doing."
Just as I said that, there he was looking like a hot mess... Out of breath like he was sprinting in his three piece suit.
"Babe, are you alright?" How's your neck?"
It was not my neck so much as it was my ego and my pride.
"It's alright... Back hurts worse.... And guess what they stuffed another cigarette in my mouth. Ryan, what are we going to do about this?"
"Bastards..." He mutters to himself. "The way I see it. Eddie can go fuck himself. I'm trying so hard to find reasons not to give into that Fall From Grace match. It would be reckless and irresponsible... And if anything happens to Seifer... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. But he needs to be taught a lesson... Hopefully Seifer won't hardcore lobby for it, I may throw caution to the win and grant them Fall From Grace."
I know Ryan has a show to help run with Sky and Stefan, but I kinda was wishing work wouldn't distract him. Looking at it know, I couldn't blame it but just a year ago I dawned a mask and became Sakura Kanashimino because I was jealous when it seemed like my own husband was having a better marriage with wrestling than he was having with me. Needless to say he bested me under my secret identity and went on to have what many fans consider one of the most unforgiving ladder matches with Bobby Backdoor. At this time now, I needed him more than I have ever needed him before.
"We'll talk at the hotel, Ryan. Could you do me a favor and set up a match between myself and Matt Rydell?"
He went silent and nodded his head yes. He understood I rarely requested certain matches and when it happened, there had to have been a good reason.
"We have room in the opener. And we still haven't found a contender for the Ziu Zhong, but Sky has been brooding around about taking care of setting that match up."
Paxar looked on as Ryan took his hand gently under my chin and lifted my head coming in for a kiss... I felt his pause when he tasted the remnants of Eddie's cigarette. As much as he hated it, he dared not pull away.
"Ryan, could we have a word while Rayne gets dressed?"
I had a feeling she was gonna tattle... Err warn him about my cig run to 7 Eleven. Whatever... Paxar is like a sister but she just doesn't get it.
"I'm gonna hit the showers and think about stuff."
Before either of them could say a word, I slip out of the office and head toward the locker room. Various roster members and backstage staff looked at me with cautious eyes and hints of pity. It pissed me off to see that in the eyes of everyone after busting my ass night after night and week after week, I was reduced to a victim at the hands of The Orphange and at the hands of Matt Rydell. I became the butt of some stupid joke or a plot device to get at either Vanessa or Ryan and VoW Management by association.
I grab my bag out of the cubby hole as Vanessa looks on, lifting her head and pulling an earbud out of each ear. She watched carefully as I pulled out a pink dress plastered in skulls, cross bones, lightning bolts... Even if Ryan went sober, doesn't mean I stopped going out for drinks. I pulled the spandex top off as well as slipping off my trunks. Standing there in nothing more than my underwear, I let out a deep exhale as I grab more 'sexy' undergarments like lacy boyshorts than the full coverage cotton I tend to wear in the ring.
"You know Ray Ray. You will win this war on your own merit. It doesn't matter if the battles are in their favor. At the end of the day, the odds are in yer favor. Ya have more heart in yer pinky finger than the entire Orphange has in their entire bodies. You don't need anybody to back you up.... Butttttttttt.... If you would like somebody to have yer back, I'm here for ya Rayne Drop."
I didn't say anything because I was too busy sulking at what happened out I the ring, but Nessa didn't wait for me to say anything. She simply wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head.
"It's what sisters do."
With that she popped her earbuds back in her ears and smiled sweetly before skipping out of the locker room. Silence returned and I stepped into the shower and stripped to nothing. A simple twist of the knob to hot and I started to wash the stink of failure off my body. It was relaxing. Refreshing. I grabbed the bottle of milk and honey scented soap and went to town. I scrubbed every inch of my body just trying to wash myself clean. Trying to wash the stench of failure from my being. If only it were that easy. If only scrubbing could make every time Eddie or Cassie or Brett shoved a cigarette in my mouth away. If it could take away anytime Eddie tossed me like a ragdoll. If it could take away Matt Rydell being a slimed turn coat. If it could take away any ounce of hurt or shame I have.
When my shower ended. I stood over the drain for a bit and let the water drop off multiple points from my body and hair. I forgot my towels were in Ryan's bag as I ran out of room in mine so I borrowed Nessa's. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body as I started to blow dry my hair. The fact that I don't need to use any product for my hair to look good was a simple blessing. After I was satisfied, I tied my hair up and slipped on my lace boyshorts and strapless bra. I slipped into my dress and a leather jacket. The clock surprised me because it implied I was in the shower for close to two hours. I scramble for my cell only for it to have two missed calls from Paxar as well as one from Ryan. There was a text from Ryan "Leaving with Paxar... V said she'll wait for u"
I shrug and and slip my heels on before grabbing my bag. Along the way to the parking lot, all I could think of was how much I wanted to hurt Rydell. Just hit him with stiff kicks anywhere and everywhere. How dare he insert his nose in my battles and struggles and on the other side to boot.
After slipping out the door, I watch A black leather clad Stacy Jones chain smoking and finally finish off her third cigarette and throw it to her side. No Tayla or Seifer in sight. My guess is that just like myself, she needed some time alone. She pulls a carton of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket along lighter and opens it up, and throws the empty box into the trash can before lighting it and taking a drag.
"This is fucking ridiculous..."
I glance over to her as she takes another long drag of the cigarette, unaware of my presence. Judging it being she tossed the carton, it had to be her last. I could be safe if I asked for one then, right? It's not like she could give me one.
"Hey, Stace...you think you could...um...spare me one of those. Ryan and Paxar wouldn't know...I promise..."
I shoot her a longing look whilst fidgeting.
"You’re lucky I bought myself another pack earlier..."
To my surprise she rummages through my jacket pocket and pull out a brand new carton of smokes and pass it to me as it's no fucking big deal. Simply, she takes another drag of her cigarette.
"This isn't right you know...almost five years...and they burn it all down..."
I open the carton and take one out, I pops it in between my lips as Stacy hits me with a light and I take a few puffs, passing the carton back. Sweet Nicotine how I missed thee.
"Yeah...The Orphanage can go and fuck themselves...something needs to be fucking done about those rotten bastards! I swear if they do one more thing to someone I love, I’ll tear all of their fucking throats out!"
She boots the trash can over onto it’s side. The loud crashing noise forces me to dive a little to the side before Stacy leans back against the wall and finishes her cig in a single drag.
"Well Eddie has that freakishly large Adam’s apple...perfect for gripping..."
I savor a long drag and exhale. Pulling the cig from my mouth, I stare at it for a while.
"I'm surprised you gave me this, and didn't give me a lecture..."
"To be honest Rayne, at the moment I’ve got too much shit on my mind to lecture someone about smoking...not to mention, being someone who has tried and failed to quit on numerous occasions...I’m not in a position to do that..."
I let out a light chuckle at the slight humor of the situation.
"Was it just me or did you just down five of them since I got here?"
"I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had...that previous pack I had was practically full when I first came out here..."
A single tear forms in her left eye and slowly trickles down her ghostly pale face.
"Rayne, you’re one of the few people who know about all the shit that I’ve had to deal with throughout my life...from my miscarriages...to the numerous times I’ve been kidnapped...and...I don’t know why...but...with all that’s going on right now...with what happened to Tayla...and with this match that Seifer’s involved in...I...I’ve never been so scared in my entire life..."
At this point the mascara was flooding from her eyes... She reminded me of myself.
"Rayne...I...I think The Orphanage may have broken me..."
I slide closer to Stace, back still against the wall.
"I guess that makes two of us...how do Seifer and V do it? Although Casanova is pushing the right buttons to play the Queen like a puppet. Well for whatever it's worth. We're broken together, and not alone..."
I interlock her fingers with mine and squeeze my hand tight.
"No..."
Stace breaks away from my grasp as my taller paler friend turns to face me. She wipes away her tears and look into my eyes. It was the look of intent.
"We’re not going to let these fuckers win Rayne! No fucking way! We need to stand up to them...fight this pathetic revolution they’ve got going on! I don’t care if it fucking kills us Rayne! We’re going to do this for VoW...for our fans...but more importantly...we’re going to do this for us!"
I simply shrug but it sounded easier said than done so I let out a snide remark.
"That's fine and dandy, Stace...but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still here, cancer stick in hand just puffing away. How do I rise up?"
I prepare for another drag. How this felt so good. How I am not able to do this at home. But I will feel the shame and the regret when the bliss is over.
"I’ll tell you how...first..."
She finishes off her cig and throws it before snatching mine right out of her mouth and smokes it herself. Sure she lent it to me but how rude.
"You’re going to stop smoking...and I’m not saying this because I want you to stop smoking...I’m saying this because I know that you don’t want to start again. And I’m going to help you stop...because guess what... I’m quitting as well...and then we’re going to take down The Orphanage once and for all...and I know just where to start..."
"Hey...I was still smoking that! For fuck's sake...but you're right...now tell me...where?"
"We’re going to build ourselves a little surprise for The Orphanage..."
She then begins to skip away from me with my hands clasped together behind her back and enters her car before driving off. "Please don't anything foolish, Stace" I mutter under my breath. Something about Stacy tongiht scared me. I think Carson may have actually pushed her past her breaking point. It was just then an older Ford Explorer pulls up with the horn honking. Andi was driving with Jessi seated next to her. Nessa was in the back rolling her window.
"Rayne Drop... Get in the car this instant... We have a party lined up and it's going to be fun! Too fun you won't know what crazy things we have in store."
V waves her arms out of the SUV all dramatic like.
"Shouldn't I stay focused on Matt Rydell?"
"Get in the car. Fuck Rydell!!!"
