Post by Rayne on Sept 14, 2010 20:33:50 GMT -6
{ Rayne paces back and forth in her own hotel room. She stops a few times and runs her hands through her hair then goes right back to pacing. Something is definitely bothering her but she's trying not to worry about it right now, she has other things to worry about. }
"For the last couple of months the Dead Bitches have been running wild in nCw. Jumping everyone and anyone they can before, during and after their matches. And for a little while it looked like no one could stop them. It actually looked like they were going to take over the whole damn division..."
{ She stops pacing and looks right at the camera and grins. }
"For about a half a second then Ayla and I started handing you your asses on a weekly basis for even looking at someone the wrong way."[/color]
{ Her grin becomes a smile as she lets out a little laugh at the Dead Girl's failed attempt to take down the head of the Division. }
"You know girls, I get it, I really do. I know what it's like to be relatively new to this business, to have a year or two under your belt and just expect the whole damn world to be handed to you on a silver platter. I also know what it's like when you wake up one day and realize that it won't be. That not only has the world not been laid out before you, but it's actually gotten further away then when you started. It nags at you, digs away at your soul until all you can think about, all you can feel, all you even know is the bitterness you hold toward pretty much everyone around you. At a different point in my life, I could be standing with you against Zelda..."[/color]
{ Rayne nods because she means it, she's been through allot in her twenty year career. }
"But then I grew the hell up girl's."[/color]
{ The moment of sympathy and understanding is gone, the look of total disgust returns. }
"Your pissed off at the world because you think Zelda Knite is some kind of cancer, why? Just because not a single one of you can last a full five minutes with her in the ring? That doesn't make her a cancer, hell, that doesn't even make her the common cold, that makes her a damn good wrestler, one of the best in the company. As for you three, well it makes you look pretty damn stupid when you can't pry a title out of a 18 year old girl's hands with all three of you planting your boots into the side of her skull like it was a potted plant."
"Look at it this way kids, get better or get the hell out. This is nCw, this is the big leagues, take it from someone who knows. There are plenty of independent promotions out there full of talentless hacks like yourselves where you could go and dominate the women's and men's division. But if you want to be apart of the greatest wrestling promotion in modern history, then your in the right place. And you have no one to be mad at besides yourselves for not being good enough to put Zelda down."
"Finish crying that river, then build a bridge and get the hell over it."
"Zelda is the Women's Champion and until one of you has the balls to work hard enough to beat her in the middle of the ring fair and square, your all going to be second rate excuses for real wrestlers who cry at every single bump in the road. Nothing but a group of emo looking babies."[/color]
{ Rayne just shakes her head like she's getting frustrated at the very thought of the Dead Girl's. }
"You run around this company with your paint and your glitter and your cute little effects and you think that's enough, that that should be all you need to get over. But you just don't get it, do you? Wrestling is more than just a show on the CW network or HBO. Wrestling is about pure athletic ability. It's about what you can do out in that ring. It's about utter domination. Zelda, she dominates, Ayla and I, we dominate. It's what we do. And if your going to hate us for being good at what we do, then I'm sorry kid's, but things are not about to change and I don't see you getting better anytime soon."
"Maybe if you weren't so worried about pulling off your next character arch or cleverly set up promo, and more worried about figuring out what it takes to put us down, you'd actually have some wins over any of us. But what do you? One, two wins via interference? And what do we have? We have everything you want. Everything you want to be. We're good without the gimmicks. We're good without the Hollywood treatment. We are the Elite of this Division and if you really want to beat us then your going to have to do more then just look scary on your way to the ring."
"We are Bitches with Attitude and you two dead morons are about to get your attitudes adjusted."[/color]
{ Fade. }
{ Later that day Rayne met up with Ayla in a near by restaurant. Ayla sipped on a latte while Rayne looked nervously from side to side, cupping a coffee as she did so. }
"You gonna drink that?"
{ Rayne looks down, snapping out of her daze for a second. }
"Yeah, in a minute."[/color]
{ But she doesn't, she goes back to looking out the windows then to the door. }
"What's going on Sandy, what happened?"[/color]
{ She stops looking around and just looks down at the coffee again. Ayla reaches across the table and touches her cheek, lifting her head up. }
"Talk to me. What happened with Chris."[/color]
"You know about Chris?"[/color]
{ Ayla waves her hand and feigns surprise. }
"It's twenty ten, you can find everything on the Internet."[/color]
*giggles*"I guess so..."[/color]
"He met you at the hotel right?"[/color]
"Yeah... He asked me to spend the night with him... To make sure he didn't leave..."[/color]
{ Ayla hesitates before she asks but Rayne beats her to the punch. }
"Ayla...He left..."[/color]
"Oh my god."[/color]
{ Rayne looks away now, ashamed that she let herself feel anything for him. }
"I woke up around midnight and he was gone... I didn't see him again until yesterday morning when he came out of the shower..."[/color]
"When you called me?"[/color]
"Yeah..."[/color]
{ Ayla can't help but feel sorry for Rayne, she knows all to well what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love. }
"It's him Ayla... As much as I didn't want it to be... It's him... It has to be..."[/color]
{ Rayne can't even look at her, she just lets her head hang, feeling more foolish then she has ever felt before. She's made some mistakes in her life but nothing like this. Nothing like sleeping with the psychopath who kidnapped her only son. }
"Sandy... Remember when I said I knew someone who could help?"[/color]
{ Rayne looks up at Ayla. }
"Chris doesn't need help, he needs salvation."[/color]
"Salvation? That just happens to be my specialty, my child."[/color]
{ Rayne looks up and to her right, her jaw literally hits the floor. }
"Gabriel Karras?"[/color]
{ Fade. }
"For the last couple of months the Dead Bitches have been running wild in nCw. Jumping everyone and anyone they can before, during and after their matches. And for a little while it looked like no one could stop them. It actually looked like they were going to take over the whole damn division..."
{ She stops pacing and looks right at the camera and grins. }
"For about a half a second then Ayla and I started handing you your asses on a weekly basis for even looking at someone the wrong way."[/color]
{ Her grin becomes a smile as she lets out a little laugh at the Dead Girl's failed attempt to take down the head of the Division. }
"You know girls, I get it, I really do. I know what it's like to be relatively new to this business, to have a year or two under your belt and just expect the whole damn world to be handed to you on a silver platter. I also know what it's like when you wake up one day and realize that it won't be. That not only has the world not been laid out before you, but it's actually gotten further away then when you started. It nags at you, digs away at your soul until all you can think about, all you can feel, all you even know is the bitterness you hold toward pretty much everyone around you. At a different point in my life, I could be standing with you against Zelda..."[/color]
{ Rayne nods because she means it, she's been through allot in her twenty year career. }
"But then I grew the hell up girl's."[/color]
{ The moment of sympathy and understanding is gone, the look of total disgust returns. }
"Your pissed off at the world because you think Zelda Knite is some kind of cancer, why? Just because not a single one of you can last a full five minutes with her in the ring? That doesn't make her a cancer, hell, that doesn't even make her the common cold, that makes her a damn good wrestler, one of the best in the company. As for you three, well it makes you look pretty damn stupid when you can't pry a title out of a 18 year old girl's hands with all three of you planting your boots into the side of her skull like it was a potted plant."
"Look at it this way kids, get better or get the hell out. This is nCw, this is the big leagues, take it from someone who knows. There are plenty of independent promotions out there full of talentless hacks like yourselves where you could go and dominate the women's and men's division. But if you want to be apart of the greatest wrestling promotion in modern history, then your in the right place. And you have no one to be mad at besides yourselves for not being good enough to put Zelda down."
"Finish crying that river, then build a bridge and get the hell over it."
"Zelda is the Women's Champion and until one of you has the balls to work hard enough to beat her in the middle of the ring fair and square, your all going to be second rate excuses for real wrestlers who cry at every single bump in the road. Nothing but a group of emo looking babies."[/color]
{ Rayne just shakes her head like she's getting frustrated at the very thought of the Dead Girl's. }
"You run around this company with your paint and your glitter and your cute little effects and you think that's enough, that that should be all you need to get over. But you just don't get it, do you? Wrestling is more than just a show on the CW network or HBO. Wrestling is about pure athletic ability. It's about what you can do out in that ring. It's about utter domination. Zelda, she dominates, Ayla and I, we dominate. It's what we do. And if your going to hate us for being good at what we do, then I'm sorry kid's, but things are not about to change and I don't see you getting better anytime soon."
"Maybe if you weren't so worried about pulling off your next character arch or cleverly set up promo, and more worried about figuring out what it takes to put us down, you'd actually have some wins over any of us. But what do you? One, two wins via interference? And what do we have? We have everything you want. Everything you want to be. We're good without the gimmicks. We're good without the Hollywood treatment. We are the Elite of this Division and if you really want to beat us then your going to have to do more then just look scary on your way to the ring."
"We are Bitches with Attitude and you two dead morons are about to get your attitudes adjusted."[/color]
{ Fade. }
{ Later that day Rayne met up with Ayla in a near by restaurant. Ayla sipped on a latte while Rayne looked nervously from side to side, cupping a coffee as she did so. }
"You gonna drink that?"
{ Rayne looks down, snapping out of her daze for a second. }
"Yeah, in a minute."[/color]
{ But she doesn't, she goes back to looking out the windows then to the door. }
"What's going on Sandy, what happened?"[/color]
{ She stops looking around and just looks down at the coffee again. Ayla reaches across the table and touches her cheek, lifting her head up. }
"Talk to me. What happened with Chris."[/color]
"You know about Chris?"[/color]
{ Ayla waves her hand and feigns surprise. }
"It's twenty ten, you can find everything on the Internet."[/color]
*giggles*"I guess so..."[/color]
"He met you at the hotel right?"[/color]
"Yeah... He asked me to spend the night with him... To make sure he didn't leave..."[/color]
{ Ayla hesitates before she asks but Rayne beats her to the punch. }
"Ayla...He left..."[/color]
"Oh my god."[/color]
{ Rayne looks away now, ashamed that she let herself feel anything for him. }
"I woke up around midnight and he was gone... I didn't see him again until yesterday morning when he came out of the shower..."[/color]
"When you called me?"[/color]
"Yeah..."[/color]
{ Ayla can't help but feel sorry for Rayne, she knows all to well what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love. }
"It's him Ayla... As much as I didn't want it to be... It's him... It has to be..."[/color]
{ Rayne can't even look at her, she just lets her head hang, feeling more foolish then she has ever felt before. She's made some mistakes in her life but nothing like this. Nothing like sleeping with the psychopath who kidnapped her only son. }
"Sandy... Remember when I said I knew someone who could help?"[/color]
{ Rayne looks up at Ayla. }
"Chris doesn't need help, he needs salvation."[/color]
"Salvation? That just happens to be my specialty, my child."[/color]
{ Rayne looks up and to her right, her jaw literally hits the floor. }
"Gabriel Karras?"[/color]
{ Fade. }