Post by Rayne Draven-Omega on Jul 27, 2014 1:07:38 GMT -6
Streamers!!! Balloons!!! Glitter!!! Confetti!!! Bright colors adorned the great room of Ryan’s and my St. Cloud home. It appeared that a unicorn got into a barrel of rum and decided our home was the best place to puke it’s beautiful guts out. Whether that’s awesome or disgusting is all a matter of interpretation. The table in the center of the room was heavily stocked in the center with punch, wine, and soda. Large deep dish pizzas and a party sub flanked the beverages. Indulgences in excesses, weren’t something she was accustomed to, but I’d be damned if Reya Serra Janason didn’t feel like she was worth her weight in gold tonight.
It was before my eyes, whilst I joined Axel Reid and that wretched Ruby Parvati at the broadcast booth, that Reya took one hell of a beating by Ryan’s protege, the mysterious (Man of Steel as Axel refers to him) Mr. E. But she kept coming back using her greater experience to counter her way into many, many positions for victory. She used her speed and her quick wits to keep herself in the fight even close to knocking out Mr. E when he went for his patented Superman Punch. I was on the edge of my seat... If I hadn’t just painted my nails earlier in the evening, you could have put your money on it that I would have been biting my nails. However the young man was resilient as she took too long to scramble over him for the cover. She tried to desperately make him tap out with a cross armbreaker to make him tap out, only for him to power back to a stand with her still cranking on his arm. His strength was too much as he headbutted her and laid her out with the Enigma.
I sat at that commentary table next to Axel Reid looking into the ring when Reya started to stir... When she heard Mr. E’s theme music play around the arena. When she saw him raise his arm... When she realized that despite how hard she fought, Mr. E was just simply better that night. It was a bitter pill for her to swallow. As Reya was starting to get her confidence back, it broke my heart to see her just kneeling in the ring, gazing blankly up the rampway. The sense of her dreading the loser’s walk of shame back to the locker room filled her presence. I could smell the stink of it on her aura, and it tore at my heartstrings.
That was earlier in the evening and it all changed after the platinum haired young lady sitting cross legged on the microfiber sofa showing my son, Rodney some magic tricks... She, Vanessa, a former World Champion decided to do something completely selfless for her big sister. She defeated the heavy favorite in the tournament, Seth Iser whom happened to be Reya’s nemesis, then without as much as batting an eyelash... She relinquished her guaranteed spot in the Xcel Championship Semi Finals... She gave her opportunity to someone who’s very blood also flowed in her veins. She gave it to a woman who refused to quit... Reya had to be knocked momentarily unconscious to be defeated. And although Vanessa wouldn’t flat out say it. She was deeply enamored by Reya’s resolve and determination to lay it all in the ring. Many people think Vanessa is the most dominate Janason sister. But if you could read Vanessa, like I could... You would know she’d argue with that tooth and nail. Reya was her big sister and her role model.
“I am quite grateful for the sacrifice Vanessa made in allowing me to advance in the tournament against Mr. Anthony. However, I do not find the occasion fitting of celebration. I did not earn my spot based on my own merits. I lost. I lost my match.”
Reya sulks back into her chair
Vanessa pulls out the six of hearts that Rodney was transfixed on and makes it combust into a powder of ash in which she swiftly catches in a tight fist. Rodney looked a little terrified at the demise of the playing card, but it melted away with a giggle of delight when V opened her hand and blew bubbles towards him.
“Rey-Rey. I told ya. You’re better at this stuff than I am. I mean I don’t even understand those people out there. There’s really nothing all that special about me and they cheer me... I ask them why, they cheer me some more. You, my sweet sister. You don’t question it. You feed off of it. You have the better traditional instincts out of us two.”
“Vanessa...” Reya starts to tear up mildly. “You are a brilliant competitor in the ring. You were able to best Mr. Iser. I could not best Mr. E. Even though it is a second chance. I am finding myself reluctant to accept it as my second opportunity. As I know I was rightfully eliminated. With you relinquishing your spot onto me, I solemnly swear that I will do right by you, and compete in your spirit.”
Taking a sip of the red wine, the sweet flavor against my lips lulled me into a deeper sense of security. Here I sat in this room, in my home with my husband, my son by adoption (but still my son nonetheless), my sister, our manager, and an enigmatic woman who is a blend of a sister to me and a former possible love interest of ages ago. To be honest, I was surrounded by the people who mattered the most to me. I could see the solemn look on Ryan’s face though and I could tell he was thinking of Larry. The frugal manager who treated Ryan as if he were his flesh and blood soon had passed over a year ago. Ryan still has nightmares of the incident. And so do I. I never saw eye-to-eye with Larry, but the man was a father figure to Ryan. Giving him insight his own father couldn’t. And all I could think of was if Larry didn’t jump in the way, it would have been Ryan that was slain. Only twelve days after the one year anniversary of his demise. Ryan flew back out to Detroit two weeks back to say prayers at his grave site.
As all was feeling safe. As all was feeling secure, it was revealed to be a facade. Out of nowhere our screen door slid open, and a small energetic asian woman cartwheeled into the middle of our gathering I reach for the katana hanging above the fireplace, only mere inches away.
“I told Betty Uzumaki. I told the Shinjikéto. I am no longer Sakura Kanashimino. I resigned. I have no use for them and they should have no use for...”
The Asian woman reveals her face and looks over towards Reya with a glint of goofiness on her face and we realized it was Jen Ryette... Fuck. We really should learn to lock our doors at night.
“REYA!!!!!” Jen squealed in utter delight whilst rushing to the night’s woman of honor only to get met by a kick from Paxar to her gut, causing her to tumble forward. In a mopey fashion she dusts herself off. “That’s no way ta treat ya party guests... Cera Bear... They ain’t playin’ nice tanight!!!”
“Is that so... Well I thought they would have wanted to complete the family reunion tonight.”
As we heard the voice of the Baddest Bitch, a chill rolled in through the opened screen door right behind her words. We really should learn to lock our doors at night.
The unholiest Janason sister stepped into the home as Paxar stamped her foot down in protest.
“Aren’t vampires supposed to wait outside until they’re invited in?”
Cera shakes her head. “Do I look like a vampire, you little bint?”
“You both worship Satan...” Paxar quickly grabs some of the minced garlic out of her slice of the party sub and holds it out in the direction of Cera.
“Ya don’t know what ur talkin’ bout, Paxy snax. I worship... SATIN!!!”
Jen starts draping herself in the aqua and tan window furnishings before focusing to the radio playing music in the corner.
“Ewwww... Worship Rawk.... Let’s crank out the jamz!!!” Jen flips the dial and stops on a hip-hop station that happens to be playing some Flo Rida. “Cera Bear, check out muh mad moves!!!”
In only the awkwardest fashion of a slim asian girl shedding my curtains and twerking her next to near inexistent ass, Jen Ryette was shaking her tail feather. Her mini dress was coming up and the view was getting all the indecent. Reya quickly covers Rodney’s eyes.
“I shall make sure Rodney makes it to bed,” Reya affirms.
“But... Auntie Reya, I don’t wanna...”
"It is alright, child. I will read you a bedtime story.”
“I prefur Goldilocks and da Three Burrz!” Jen chimes in looking like she’s ready to scurry up towards the stairs.
“Jennifer, now don’t be rude.” Cera calmly corrects her companion as out of nowhere Vanessa throws a smoke bomb.
Those of us in close proximity, were coughing from the cloud When it dispersed Vanessa, Reya, Paxar, and Rodney were out of sight. I really owe her for that one to get him out of harms way. As stable as she thinks she is, the truth is... Cera is as unstable as they come. Jen was pouting as her client forbade her to proceed further into our home. Jen Ryette was a naturally curious creature.
“Cera Bear... How many times do I hafta tell ya I hate dat name? Nobody wants to hear it... It killed da party...” Jen pouts as she sulks into one of the seats at the table.
I glance over at Ryan who with a look of uncertainty gestures back over to Cera. He was just as lost as I am.
“How??? Did you find our home?”
Cera calmly leans back against the fireplace, and grabs the knife used to divvy up the sandwich. She calmly uses the tip of the blade to clean the minimal amount of of dirt from under her nails... “White Pages... For a former World Champion, Ryan... Mr... DIRECTOR of WRESTLING OPERATIONS... One would think you would try to remain unlisted... Private. I do believe that was a security faux pas on your part, I shall add.”
WHISH!!! Cera swiftly takes the knife and stabs it into a grout line between the auburn bricks of our mantle.
“Well, I guess ‘how?’ is irrelevant in comparison to ‘why?’” Changing the question keeping her occupied. I knew Reya and Vanessa would keep Rodney and Aiden safe upstairs. Although I was confused, Cera is smart, cunning. She wouldn’t have shown up at this gathering looking to cause physical destruction, looking to start up a fight she honestly couldn’t handle by herself. Even if Ryan would not attempt to stop her, myself along with Vanessa and Reya would neutralize any threat she came with. A sickening feeling punched me in the gut as I started to remember my first, my previous encounter with Cera.
It was back two years when we were both working for Xavier Xannon Xanders’s promotion just outside of Denver. I was an ever faithful member of The Court, and Cera was aligned with the opposing Cirque du Morte. I became, by association a target for Cera’s sick mind games as both she and Jen set forth to corrupt every single child at an orphanage The Court at which had volunteered. I wept for weeks at the thoughts of the children who succumbed to the emotional and psychological traumas unleashed unto them by a woman who finds pleasure in their torture.
“How could you?” I screamed at her.
Cera put her hand over the winged black heart tattoo on her chest. Posed as if the question appalled her. She was shocked that I dare question her self-perceived integrity.
“How could I? How could you? Ever since you joined The Court and grew closer to Reya... I could see it that you were hoping to fill the void of the dominant Janason sister. For instance, on commentary earlier tonight you called Reya your sister. Your sister? The last time I checked her blood, my blood, our blood did not run in your veins. Who the hell are you to run around and act like you’re a Janason? Just because you’ll coddle my sister and make her weaker? Hide her from her true potential. Sweet, sweet Rayne...” Cera picks the knife back up and starts to gesture nonchalantly with it. It made me all the more nervous.
“I am not making your sisters weak, Cera. I am building them up. With love... With inspiration. Things that your hole of a heart is inept at providing them. I was never trying to take your place. Honestly, you weren’t even an afterthought... I swear to God, that if you...”
“If I what?” Cera cuts me off abruptly. “Don’t you get it??? This god, this deity that you and Reya worship and sing the praises of Jesus Fucking Christ to... He doesn’t exist. He’s an opinion the both of you latched on to, and you are reinforcing this belief in my sister. As if it wasn’t hard enough to shake it off of her, there you are just strengthening her beliefs in fairy tales.”
“I luuuuuuuv Cinderella... The Nicki Minaj version was the shiznit!!!”
“Jennifer!!!” Jen cowered back under the table while snatching a slice of pizza. She pulled off the pepperoni and stuck each piece onto the table cloth... Come on.. That’s white!!!
“Fairy tales? That faith is everything Reya believes in. It gives her the strength to be the fiercest competitor she can be. More importantly it is the groundwork of who she is. And you’re willing to take that away?”
“What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to do all these years? The ‘tainted’ scar wasn’t just another souvenir. I wouldn’t be taking anything way from her. I’d be giving her, her freedom... Her dignity. All these things she’s sacrificed for an imaginary idea, concept... Her forsaken opinion. God doesn’t exist. And although I haven’t always seen eye to eye with Seth Iser. I did agree with him that my sister is not living her life as who she is meant to be, a slave to this god that doesn’t exist. Did he help her defeat your husband’s hired gun? Did he help her advance to the the next round? No, our mutt half-sister was gullible enough to give up her spot.”
“You say that like God is magic. Nothing happens like poof.” I retort.
“But this god is supposed to be all knowing and all powerful... Why can’t he make it all just ‘poof’ as you say? There is nothing consistent in this faith, and you’re all too blind to see it.” Cera throws the knife, whizzing it just past Jen’s head and it sticks into the side of the brown microfiber loveseat.
“Prove to me it exists, Rayne. Prove it to me.”
“It’s faith, Cera. You can’t prove it.” I calmly point out.
“Tell that to my little brother, Tyler. Where was god for him? Tell that to your ex-husband with whom you couldn’t conceive a child inside your womb... Tell that to Noah, the child you had to let go so early....”
What did she just say? Shivering, I can’t stop my body from convulsing as I’m fighting back the tears. The watering is blurring my vision as I shout unintelligible tongues at the woman who invaded my home.
“The little Rayne-drop’s gone cray-cray!!!” Jen points out as she munches on the very last of her stolen slice of pizza.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!” I scream. “You have no right, to bring up his name. None at all. Get the fuck out of my house... Go.... Get out of here.” I was on the verge of tears.
“You heard her...” Ryan pulled out his cell phone and was about to thumb a number.
“911? Really, Mr. Director of Wrestling Operations? You never could defeat me on your own... Isn’t your record 0 and 2 against me? Remember the time I closed you into an iron maiden, because you showed a sign of weakness and wouldn’t toss myself or her into it...” Cera points to Jen under the table. “So you’ll have St. Cloud Police show up at your home for what disturbing of the peace? By one of your employees at Visionaries of Wrestling? How will your good friend, Stefan like this. That you couldn’t handle it yourself?"
My fist balled up and and I got up from my knees. I lunged towards Cera and she cartwheeled out of the way and my hand went through the window of the china cabinet. I let out a yelp of pain and a deep hiss as I pulled my hand out. Glass shards were sticking into my flesh as I could see the blood running out of it.
“You’re too easy Rayne. Just too easy. This is why you’ll never be a Janason sister. No matter how hard you’ll try. It’s a birth right, cannot be imitated, duplicated, or replicated. So stop faking. Oh and I’ll see you at Breakthrough.” Cera stepped out the sliding window as Jen skipped on by.
“Ya may want ta stop the bleedin’ or else ya gonna pass out.” She said it so casually and skipped out chasing her client. “Cera Bear! Don’t leave me behind!!!”
Ryan tore the sleeve off his shirt and wrapped it around my hand. The glass shards still in my hand.
“Reya! Nessa!” He shouted. "First aid kit! It’s in the medicine cabinet. I need tweezers and rubbing alcohol!”
Reya swiftly came down the stairs with the first aid kit and looked at me with a deep sympathy.
“Rayne, I heard everything my sister said. You must not believe her. There is no length she would not go to conquer your soul and defeat you in your match.”
“I know Reya... I know. I can’t be that lost farm girl who you and Vanessa fell in love with years ago. I can’t be her anymore. It’s time to finally draw the line and cross it. Cera does it all the time. So why can’t I? She had no right to come into my home and take that tone with me. She had no right to bring up Noah. None at all. And I’m gonna make her wish she had a God who would be willing to save her pathetic soul. Everything she’s done to you, to me? It’s over. This is the day I stand up for myself. Next week I’m marching down that aisle and looking Cera straight in the eye. I don’t care if she’s faster than me. I don’t care if she’s more cunning or devious. She’s gonna be in a hell of a fight.”
Reya frowned “Do not be that person. You are much better than her.”
“Reya, I have to be this person. Because Cera is gonna expect me to follow your lead. Your example. However I cannot. I will not. And I want to know if you’ll forgive me... if the bitch isn’t breathing by the end of the night."
It was before my eyes, whilst I joined Axel Reid and that wretched Ruby Parvati at the broadcast booth, that Reya took one hell of a beating by Ryan’s protege, the mysterious (Man of Steel as Axel refers to him) Mr. E. But she kept coming back using her greater experience to counter her way into many, many positions for victory. She used her speed and her quick wits to keep herself in the fight even close to knocking out Mr. E when he went for his patented Superman Punch. I was on the edge of my seat... If I hadn’t just painted my nails earlier in the evening, you could have put your money on it that I would have been biting my nails. However the young man was resilient as she took too long to scramble over him for the cover. She tried to desperately make him tap out with a cross armbreaker to make him tap out, only for him to power back to a stand with her still cranking on his arm. His strength was too much as he headbutted her and laid her out with the Enigma.
I sat at that commentary table next to Axel Reid looking into the ring when Reya started to stir... When she heard Mr. E’s theme music play around the arena. When she saw him raise his arm... When she realized that despite how hard she fought, Mr. E was just simply better that night. It was a bitter pill for her to swallow. As Reya was starting to get her confidence back, it broke my heart to see her just kneeling in the ring, gazing blankly up the rampway. The sense of her dreading the loser’s walk of shame back to the locker room filled her presence. I could smell the stink of it on her aura, and it tore at my heartstrings.
That was earlier in the evening and it all changed after the platinum haired young lady sitting cross legged on the microfiber sofa showing my son, Rodney some magic tricks... She, Vanessa, a former World Champion decided to do something completely selfless for her big sister. She defeated the heavy favorite in the tournament, Seth Iser whom happened to be Reya’s nemesis, then without as much as batting an eyelash... She relinquished her guaranteed spot in the Xcel Championship Semi Finals... She gave her opportunity to someone who’s very blood also flowed in her veins. She gave it to a woman who refused to quit... Reya had to be knocked momentarily unconscious to be defeated. And although Vanessa wouldn’t flat out say it. She was deeply enamored by Reya’s resolve and determination to lay it all in the ring. Many people think Vanessa is the most dominate Janason sister. But if you could read Vanessa, like I could... You would know she’d argue with that tooth and nail. Reya was her big sister and her role model.
“I am quite grateful for the sacrifice Vanessa made in allowing me to advance in the tournament against Mr. Anthony. However, I do not find the occasion fitting of celebration. I did not earn my spot based on my own merits. I lost. I lost my match.”
Reya sulks back into her chair
Vanessa pulls out the six of hearts that Rodney was transfixed on and makes it combust into a powder of ash in which she swiftly catches in a tight fist. Rodney looked a little terrified at the demise of the playing card, but it melted away with a giggle of delight when V opened her hand and blew bubbles towards him.
“Rey-Rey. I told ya. You’re better at this stuff than I am. I mean I don’t even understand those people out there. There’s really nothing all that special about me and they cheer me... I ask them why, they cheer me some more. You, my sweet sister. You don’t question it. You feed off of it. You have the better traditional instincts out of us two.”
“Vanessa...” Reya starts to tear up mildly. “You are a brilliant competitor in the ring. You were able to best Mr. Iser. I could not best Mr. E. Even though it is a second chance. I am finding myself reluctant to accept it as my second opportunity. As I know I was rightfully eliminated. With you relinquishing your spot onto me, I solemnly swear that I will do right by you, and compete in your spirit.”
Taking a sip of the red wine, the sweet flavor against my lips lulled me into a deeper sense of security. Here I sat in this room, in my home with my husband, my son by adoption (but still my son nonetheless), my sister, our manager, and an enigmatic woman who is a blend of a sister to me and a former possible love interest of ages ago. To be honest, I was surrounded by the people who mattered the most to me. I could see the solemn look on Ryan’s face though and I could tell he was thinking of Larry. The frugal manager who treated Ryan as if he were his flesh and blood soon had passed over a year ago. Ryan still has nightmares of the incident. And so do I. I never saw eye-to-eye with Larry, but the man was a father figure to Ryan. Giving him insight his own father couldn’t. And all I could think of was if Larry didn’t jump in the way, it would have been Ryan that was slain. Only twelve days after the one year anniversary of his demise. Ryan flew back out to Detroit two weeks back to say prayers at his grave site.
As all was feeling safe. As all was feeling secure, it was revealed to be a facade. Out of nowhere our screen door slid open, and a small energetic asian woman cartwheeled into the middle of our gathering I reach for the katana hanging above the fireplace, only mere inches away.
“I told Betty Uzumaki. I told the Shinjikéto. I am no longer Sakura Kanashimino. I resigned. I have no use for them and they should have no use for...”
The Asian woman reveals her face and looks over towards Reya with a glint of goofiness on her face and we realized it was Jen Ryette... Fuck. We really should learn to lock our doors at night.
“REYA!!!!!” Jen squealed in utter delight whilst rushing to the night’s woman of honor only to get met by a kick from Paxar to her gut, causing her to tumble forward. In a mopey fashion she dusts herself off. “That’s no way ta treat ya party guests... Cera Bear... They ain’t playin’ nice tanight!!!”
“Is that so... Well I thought they would have wanted to complete the family reunion tonight.”
As we heard the voice of the Baddest Bitch, a chill rolled in through the opened screen door right behind her words. We really should learn to lock our doors at night.
The unholiest Janason sister stepped into the home as Paxar stamped her foot down in protest.
“Aren’t vampires supposed to wait outside until they’re invited in?”
Cera shakes her head. “Do I look like a vampire, you little bint?”
“You both worship Satan...” Paxar quickly grabs some of the minced garlic out of her slice of the party sub and holds it out in the direction of Cera.
“Ya don’t know what ur talkin’ bout, Paxy snax. I worship... SATIN!!!”
Jen starts draping herself in the aqua and tan window furnishings before focusing to the radio playing music in the corner.
“Ewwww... Worship Rawk.... Let’s crank out the jamz!!!” Jen flips the dial and stops on a hip-hop station that happens to be playing some Flo Rida. “Cera Bear, check out muh mad moves!!!”
In only the awkwardest fashion of a slim asian girl shedding my curtains and twerking her next to near inexistent ass, Jen Ryette was shaking her tail feather. Her mini dress was coming up and the view was getting all the indecent. Reya quickly covers Rodney’s eyes.
“I shall make sure Rodney makes it to bed,” Reya affirms.
“But... Auntie Reya, I don’t wanna...”
"It is alright, child. I will read you a bedtime story.”
“I prefur Goldilocks and da Three Burrz!” Jen chimes in looking like she’s ready to scurry up towards the stairs.
“Jennifer, now don’t be rude.” Cera calmly corrects her companion as out of nowhere Vanessa throws a smoke bomb.
Those of us in close proximity, were coughing from the cloud When it dispersed Vanessa, Reya, Paxar, and Rodney were out of sight. I really owe her for that one to get him out of harms way. As stable as she thinks she is, the truth is... Cera is as unstable as they come. Jen was pouting as her client forbade her to proceed further into our home. Jen Ryette was a naturally curious creature.
“Cera Bear... How many times do I hafta tell ya I hate dat name? Nobody wants to hear it... It killed da party...” Jen pouts as she sulks into one of the seats at the table.
I glance over at Ryan who with a look of uncertainty gestures back over to Cera. He was just as lost as I am.
“How??? Did you find our home?”
Cera calmly leans back against the fireplace, and grabs the knife used to divvy up the sandwich. She calmly uses the tip of the blade to clean the minimal amount of of dirt from under her nails... “White Pages... For a former World Champion, Ryan... Mr... DIRECTOR of WRESTLING OPERATIONS... One would think you would try to remain unlisted... Private. I do believe that was a security faux pas on your part, I shall add.”
WHISH!!! Cera swiftly takes the knife and stabs it into a grout line between the auburn bricks of our mantle.
“Well, I guess ‘how?’ is irrelevant in comparison to ‘why?’” Changing the question keeping her occupied. I knew Reya and Vanessa would keep Rodney and Aiden safe upstairs. Although I was confused, Cera is smart, cunning. She wouldn’t have shown up at this gathering looking to cause physical destruction, looking to start up a fight she honestly couldn’t handle by herself. Even if Ryan would not attempt to stop her, myself along with Vanessa and Reya would neutralize any threat she came with. A sickening feeling punched me in the gut as I started to remember my first, my previous encounter with Cera.
It was back two years when we were both working for Xavier Xannon Xanders’s promotion just outside of Denver. I was an ever faithful member of The Court, and Cera was aligned with the opposing Cirque du Morte. I became, by association a target for Cera’s sick mind games as both she and Jen set forth to corrupt every single child at an orphanage The Court at which had volunteered. I wept for weeks at the thoughts of the children who succumbed to the emotional and psychological traumas unleashed unto them by a woman who finds pleasure in their torture.
“How could you?” I screamed at her.
Cera put her hand over the winged black heart tattoo on her chest. Posed as if the question appalled her. She was shocked that I dare question her self-perceived integrity.
“How could I? How could you? Ever since you joined The Court and grew closer to Reya... I could see it that you were hoping to fill the void of the dominant Janason sister. For instance, on commentary earlier tonight you called Reya your sister. Your sister? The last time I checked her blood, my blood, our blood did not run in your veins. Who the hell are you to run around and act like you’re a Janason? Just because you’ll coddle my sister and make her weaker? Hide her from her true potential. Sweet, sweet Rayne...” Cera picks the knife back up and starts to gesture nonchalantly with it. It made me all the more nervous.
“I am not making your sisters weak, Cera. I am building them up. With love... With inspiration. Things that your hole of a heart is inept at providing them. I was never trying to take your place. Honestly, you weren’t even an afterthought... I swear to God, that if you...”
“If I what?” Cera cuts me off abruptly. “Don’t you get it??? This god, this deity that you and Reya worship and sing the praises of Jesus Fucking Christ to... He doesn’t exist. He’s an opinion the both of you latched on to, and you are reinforcing this belief in my sister. As if it wasn’t hard enough to shake it off of her, there you are just strengthening her beliefs in fairy tales.”
“I luuuuuuuv Cinderella... The Nicki Minaj version was the shiznit!!!”
“Jennifer!!!” Jen cowered back under the table while snatching a slice of pizza. She pulled off the pepperoni and stuck each piece onto the table cloth... Come on.. That’s white!!!
“Fairy tales? That faith is everything Reya believes in. It gives her the strength to be the fiercest competitor she can be. More importantly it is the groundwork of who she is. And you’re willing to take that away?”
“What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to do all these years? The ‘tainted’ scar wasn’t just another souvenir. I wouldn’t be taking anything way from her. I’d be giving her, her freedom... Her dignity. All these things she’s sacrificed for an imaginary idea, concept... Her forsaken opinion. God doesn’t exist. And although I haven’t always seen eye to eye with Seth Iser. I did agree with him that my sister is not living her life as who she is meant to be, a slave to this god that doesn’t exist. Did he help her defeat your husband’s hired gun? Did he help her advance to the the next round? No, our mutt half-sister was gullible enough to give up her spot.”
“You say that like God is magic. Nothing happens like poof.” I retort.
“But this god is supposed to be all knowing and all powerful... Why can’t he make it all just ‘poof’ as you say? There is nothing consistent in this faith, and you’re all too blind to see it.” Cera throws the knife, whizzing it just past Jen’s head and it sticks into the side of the brown microfiber loveseat.
“Prove to me it exists, Rayne. Prove it to me.”
“It’s faith, Cera. You can’t prove it.” I calmly point out.
“Tell that to my little brother, Tyler. Where was god for him? Tell that to your ex-husband with whom you couldn’t conceive a child inside your womb... Tell that to Noah, the child you had to let go so early....”
What did she just say? Shivering, I can’t stop my body from convulsing as I’m fighting back the tears. The watering is blurring my vision as I shout unintelligible tongues at the woman who invaded my home.
“The little Rayne-drop’s gone cray-cray!!!” Jen points out as she munches on the very last of her stolen slice of pizza.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!” I scream. “You have no right, to bring up his name. None at all. Get the fuck out of my house... Go.... Get out of here.” I was on the verge of tears.
“You heard her...” Ryan pulled out his cell phone and was about to thumb a number.
“911? Really, Mr. Director of Wrestling Operations? You never could defeat me on your own... Isn’t your record 0 and 2 against me? Remember the time I closed you into an iron maiden, because you showed a sign of weakness and wouldn’t toss myself or her into it...” Cera points to Jen under the table. “So you’ll have St. Cloud Police show up at your home for what disturbing of the peace? By one of your employees at Visionaries of Wrestling? How will your good friend, Stefan like this. That you couldn’t handle it yourself?"
My fist balled up and and I got up from my knees. I lunged towards Cera and she cartwheeled out of the way and my hand went through the window of the china cabinet. I let out a yelp of pain and a deep hiss as I pulled my hand out. Glass shards were sticking into my flesh as I could see the blood running out of it.
“You’re too easy Rayne. Just too easy. This is why you’ll never be a Janason sister. No matter how hard you’ll try. It’s a birth right, cannot be imitated, duplicated, or replicated. So stop faking. Oh and I’ll see you at Breakthrough.” Cera stepped out the sliding window as Jen skipped on by.
“Ya may want ta stop the bleedin’ or else ya gonna pass out.” She said it so casually and skipped out chasing her client. “Cera Bear! Don’t leave me behind!!!”
Ryan tore the sleeve off his shirt and wrapped it around my hand. The glass shards still in my hand.
“Reya! Nessa!” He shouted. "First aid kit! It’s in the medicine cabinet. I need tweezers and rubbing alcohol!”
Reya swiftly came down the stairs with the first aid kit and looked at me with a deep sympathy.
“Rayne, I heard everything my sister said. You must not believe her. There is no length she would not go to conquer your soul and defeat you in your match.”
“I know Reya... I know. I can’t be that lost farm girl who you and Vanessa fell in love with years ago. I can’t be her anymore. It’s time to finally draw the line and cross it. Cera does it all the time. So why can’t I? She had no right to come into my home and take that tone with me. She had no right to bring up Noah. None at all. And I’m gonna make her wish she had a God who would be willing to save her pathetic soul. Everything she’s done to you, to me? It’s over. This is the day I stand up for myself. Next week I’m marching down that aisle and looking Cera straight in the eye. I don’t care if she’s faster than me. I don’t care if she’s more cunning or devious. She’s gonna be in a hell of a fight.”
Reya frowned “Do not be that person. You are much better than her.”
“Reya, I have to be this person. Because Cera is gonna expect me to follow your lead. Your example. However I cannot. I will not. And I want to know if you’ll forgive me... if the bitch isn’t breathing by the end of the night."