Post by Rayne on Aug 26, 2011 17:38:38 GMT -6
Collision was coming to a close. The World Tag Team Champions had finally stepped up and offered us a shot at their belts and we couldn't be happier. That is until I heard the knock at the door.
"Come in."
He stepped in...
"Good evening Ms, Rayne. How are you tonight?"
Through clenched teeth and a forced smile.
"Just swell Fox."
Leonard grinned as he walked a little further into the locker room.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on finally getting what it is you and Ms. St. James have fought so hard for... Recognition. Now the question becomes, what do you do with it?"
I just glared at him. How could a man who literally makes my skin crawl whenever he exhales a breath run the single greatest wrestling company on the planet?
"Will you continue your foolish campaign against my 'Starlets' or will you finally come around and fight for the young women in the crowd who look up to you?"
"Fox, we will never stop. This division, the one you have allowed to go to hell in a hand basket, Ayla and I are going to pick it up on our shoulders and carry it to heights you couldn't possibly imagine."
His smile beams with pride.
"And if anyone, ANYONE gets in our way we will not hesitate to drop them. Do you understand Fox? Because there isn't going to be room for the Plastics in the future of this division, only WRESTLERS."
The smug look on his face never faltered, never changed.
"Either way I make money, so I suppose it really doesn't matter what you do as long as I keep throwing challenges in front of you, does it?"
I want nothing more than to re-break his ****ing nose just like Rob Diamond.
"Who would of thought letting Zelda Knite walk away from my company would be one of the better business decisions I could ever make, now I have two of her for the price of one."
My fists clenched to the point that my nails began to break the skin.
"Well Ms. Rayne, good luck this weekend, I know your going to put on a good show... That is what I pay you for after all."
He reached for my hand but I pulled it away... I told myself three months ago that it was ok... That making a deal with the devil was alright... As long as you were doing it for the right reasons... But if he owns your soul... What does it matter?
Everyone keeps asking us the same question...
"What is your problem?"
No one seems to see or want to see the serious lack of heart this women's division now has. Exactly when was the last time you saw anyone in the crowd get excited about a women's match simply based on the in ring action alone?
Yeah, that's what I thought. If the two broads in the ring don't have tits in the "D" range then it's another piss break for big Freddy and his two kids. Am I right?
You wanna know what our problem is? Why we are bringing this fight to your door step? Why every woman on the roster including those we like and respect is in our sights? I'll tell you exactly why. In fact, I'll do you one better. I'll let our tag team champions tell you why.
Mercedes Vargas, Aug 20th, 2011
A Disaster Just Waiting to Happen
"I really didn't want to win that match anyway."
Mercedes Vargas, one half of the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, someone who is supposed to be a corner stone of our division because of the fifteen pounds of gold around her waist, someone who is supposed to represent the BEST of us came out and said straight up that she didn't really want to win the women's riot...
Why is that Mercy?
Because you didn't know the World title was on the line so it wasn't all that important to you?
Or was it because of the actual EFFORT you would have had to put into the match to win?
Is the only time Mercy cares when she knows she's the odds on favorite?
Or does your opponent have to be literally handi capped?
Regardless of your excuse for not caring, for mailing it in, for allowing someone else to step into the spot light and capture the World Championship, THAT IS THE REASON!
Every match.
Every opponent.
Every night.
MATTERS!
I don't care if your in that ring with a case of pneumonia and a broken back, if your in that ring then your in there to WIN!
Unless of course your Mercy V and the odds of you winning are just a little to low so in that case it's totally ok to just lay down and die because hey, sometimes it isn't worth trying...
Trying is the first step to failure...
Your the reason Mercy. Your the reason why Ayla and I had to come back. Your the reason ALL the other "Starlets" have to suffer. Your the reason. Your lack of commitment. Your lack of drive. Your lack of determination. YOUR LACK OF HEART!
Women like you are the reason this roster thinks they can just coast by win to loss to loss to win. Women like you who don't have to try unless they know they can win. Women like you who base their whole careers on single win or single losses then turn around and tell the world why it didn't matter that week.
It didn't matter because you lost!
It didn't matter because you didn't try!
Guess what asshole!? I WANT to win this match.
Ayla WANTS to win this match.
We WANT to win EVERY match.
We don't have off weeks. We don't mail it in because we're tired or worn out. When we signed the dotted line we signed our life's away. There isn't anything outside of nCw for us. There isn't a more pressing matter or some pointless little drama playing out for us at home.
NCW IS OUR HOME!
And despite our lack of support for the people in charge, we will fight and die for this company, and if that fight is against the cancerous elements like yourself then all the better for us.
Mercedes, you better WANT this match THIS week. You better step into that ring with your ego fully inflated. You better be ready to give us every last drop of everything you've got pumping through your veins because we are MORE THAN READY to take it.
This Sunday Night isn't the beginning of the end of the end of the "Starlet' it's just the end of YOUR time as one of this divisions top names.
Sunday, Nothing to Lose, it's the end of our new beginning when we take those titles by FORCE!
And after that it's a one way train to Everymans Fantasy because Ayla and I, unlike you, will not rest until we have the REAL tag team champions across the ring from us.
Here in nCw where they belong...
Or somewhere else.
Mercy... Dig down deep girl... The free ride is over.
Welcome to the death and rebirth of the "Starlet."
My right hand struck his fist so hard that he winced and that wince was the opening I was looking for as my left hand swung and connected with his jaw bone.
"... Something troubling you Sandy?"
A tiny drip of blood trickled out of Kyle's mouth as he looked at me, still holding my right fist and rubbing his jaw.
"Yeah!"
I kicked him in the gut, breaking his hold on my fist and spun around with a back fist that he ducked. Kyle grabbed me from behind and went for a back drop but I rolled over him and locked him into a choke hold and tried to ram him into the corner but Kyle ran up the turn buckles and leaped behind me and quickly caught me in a wrist lock. He pressed me up against the turn buckles.
"Talk."
"It's Fox..."
"What about him?"
"I hate him."
"I know this. Why is it bothering you so much now?"
I jump up and press both feet against the second turn buckle and send both Kyle and myself onto our backs. I roll over onto my hands and knees, he had too and we are face to face.
"He wins, Kyle! Either f***ing way he wins!"
For a second Kyle smiled but my hand shot up so fast and so hard across his face that the smile was wiped away in a second. He grimaced before wrapping his arms around my neck and spinning up and onto my feet. He ran at the corner with my head and hand and threw me into the turn buckles. I tried to step forward but Kyle rammed his body against mine then griped the ropes, holding me there... With his... Warm... Body... Against mine...
"... He wins... Even if we win... Even if we expose his little division... He... Still... Wins..."
"What did you expect?"
"I expected him to fight us! To even care that we are going to rip his little division to pieces! I didn't expect him to like it!"
"Your making him money, ratings, of course he's going to like it."
I sigh and look up into his eyes as he looks down at me.
"I wanted to make a change..."
"Fundamental change doesn't happen over night. If you want the Starlets division to be better, make it better."
He looks away from me... He looks sad...
"If you want something Sandy... You can't be afraid to take it, to make it happen, to fight for it..."
"You talking to me?"
I lightly grab his face where I had earlier slapped him and turn him to face me.
"Or yourself?"
He sighs and tries to turn away but I don't let him.
"What do you want Kyle?"
His grip on the ropes slackened and I push myself a little closer against him, he looks surprised.
"...I..."
Kyle goes to back away but I grab him, pull him in and kiss him. I can feel his defenses dropping as his body relaxes and the passion that was once there returns. I can feel his body suddenly on fire.
"Rayne!"
I don't know what it is about you Kathy... I want to like you. I want to respect you. I want to acknowledge you for the ground breaking wrestler you are, one of if not the mother of this division...
But you make it so damn hard Kath...
I'm trying here, don't you understand that? I'm trying to be nice to you, to face you with the respect you deserve and give you the match of a life time at Nothing to Lose. I'm trying very hard to be the challenger YOU deserve...
So tell me why... Kathy... Tell me why week after week after week you come out here and defend that debauchery of a title match?
Why do you stand there with a straight face and tell us what we would of done in your position?
You want to know what I would of done?
The truth?
Walked away.
I don't know how you could stand there with that title around your waist and call yourself a champion. You beat a woman who has barely been in this business a year by HERSELF! You double teamed her and stomped her into the ground and proclaimed yourself the tag team champions in a HANDI CAP MATCH!
And honestly Kathy, as much as I respect everything you've done up until this point in your career... That's bull****.
A real wrestler, a real competitor, someone who is in it for more than just the cheap thrills would of stepped aside and demanded Fox or someone else appoint her a new partner, or hell, just postpone the match until she could find someone, or better yet, YOU COULD OF DEMANDED TO FACE THE REAL CHAMPIONS!
Kathy, there was a point in your life when you would of seen my point of view. You'd of been able to stand with me and Ayla and KNOW that what happened, that match, that it was just plain wrong on a personal and professional level. You allowed the gold to blind you, you allowed that parasite Mercy to climb into your brain and plant her eggs, you allowed yourself to fall from the pedestal I as well as many other had placed you on.
You were a ground breaker.
You were an original.
You were an inspiration.
You ARE a paper champion.
It doesn't matter who you beat, how many matches you win, YOU DIDN'T BEAT THE CHAMPIONS, you didn't even beat a Tag Team.
I know your looking at Ayla and I as some sort of vindication for your championship run, but we aren't Zelda and Crystal, we aren't the rightful champions, we aren't the ones you should be facing. All we are are two woman brought in to fill the void.
Simple as that.
But I'm not content with filling the void. I don't want to be the stand in to Zelda Knite, I'm not a pretender to her throne like Shelly Jones or Trish Newborn or your beloved partner Mercedes Vargas. I don't want to be her or even be like her.
I want to be better.
I want to blaze a new path, take this division in a new direction. Zelda wanted to make the women equal to the men, she wanted to raise this division up on it's own two legs and prove we were just as good as they are.
Me?
I want to prove to the world that everything men can do... We can do it better... And that starts this Sunday night, Kathy. It starts when the tag team titles are viciously and brutally removed from the mish mash paper champions Fox threw together at the last moment. It starts with us, with Alysson Gardner, with Tara Fenix. It starts with REAL wrestlers with honor and pride and respect stepping up and reclaiming this division from the brain dead little plastic whores that Fox would push on the television audience like a stripper looking to make a buck.
We are going to make this division about one thing and one thing only.
WRESTLING.
And at the end of the day Kathy that's the decision you have to make. It isn't a matter of being a "Bitch" or a "Starlet" it's a matter of being a REAL wrestler, a REAL champion, a REAL competitor or being like everyone else... Being a pair of tits on two legs who occasionally goes on wild adventures and sleeps with random wrestlers for fun.
I know it's not a hard decision for you Kathy. I know you want to be like us, you want to have the respect you once had again. You want to be able to look in the mirror and KNOW that you EARNED your keep. You want your reign to mean something. And it can Kathy, all you have to do is show the world you are more than what you have been. Your more than what we say you are. Your more than a "Starlet."
Your a goddam wrestler.
Now step the hell up and prove it! That's what I want from you, that's what I DEMAND from you. I want your BEST! I want Mercy's best! I want the both of you to finally become the well oiled machine you pretend to be and make this division your goddam BITCH!
Because if you don't... If you fail this Sunday...
You become everything everyone ever said you were...
Fake.
It's not just your titles you run the risk of losing... It's your legacy... Something I'm sure your husband can tell you is a very hard thing to rebuild once it's been destroyed.
"Rayne!"
Kyle pulled away and looked me right in the eyes...
"I want her..."
I smiled.
"Then take her."
*Fade*
"Come in."
He stepped in...
"Good evening Ms, Rayne. How are you tonight?"
Through clenched teeth and a forced smile.
"Just swell Fox."
Leonard grinned as he walked a little further into the locker room.
"I just wanted to congratulate you on finally getting what it is you and Ms. St. James have fought so hard for... Recognition. Now the question becomes, what do you do with it?"
I just glared at him. How could a man who literally makes my skin crawl whenever he exhales a breath run the single greatest wrestling company on the planet?
"Will you continue your foolish campaign against my 'Starlets' or will you finally come around and fight for the young women in the crowd who look up to you?"
"Fox, we will never stop. This division, the one you have allowed to go to hell in a hand basket, Ayla and I are going to pick it up on our shoulders and carry it to heights you couldn't possibly imagine."
His smile beams with pride.
"And if anyone, ANYONE gets in our way we will not hesitate to drop them. Do you understand Fox? Because there isn't going to be room for the Plastics in the future of this division, only WRESTLERS."
The smug look on his face never faltered, never changed.
"Either way I make money, so I suppose it really doesn't matter what you do as long as I keep throwing challenges in front of you, does it?"
I want nothing more than to re-break his ****ing nose just like Rob Diamond.
"Who would of thought letting Zelda Knite walk away from my company would be one of the better business decisions I could ever make, now I have two of her for the price of one."
My fists clenched to the point that my nails began to break the skin.
"Well Ms. Rayne, good luck this weekend, I know your going to put on a good show... That is what I pay you for after all."
He reached for my hand but I pulled it away... I told myself three months ago that it was ok... That making a deal with the devil was alright... As long as you were doing it for the right reasons... But if he owns your soul... What does it matter?
Everyone keeps asking us the same question...
"What is your problem?"
No one seems to see or want to see the serious lack of heart this women's division now has. Exactly when was the last time you saw anyone in the crowd get excited about a women's match simply based on the in ring action alone?
Yeah, that's what I thought. If the two broads in the ring don't have tits in the "D" range then it's another piss break for big Freddy and his two kids. Am I right?
You wanna know what our problem is? Why we are bringing this fight to your door step? Why every woman on the roster including those we like and respect is in our sights? I'll tell you exactly why. In fact, I'll do you one better. I'll let our tag team champions tell you why.
Mercedes Vargas, Aug 20th, 2011
A Disaster Just Waiting to Happen
"I really didn't want to win that match anyway."
Mercedes Vargas, one half of the WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, someone who is supposed to be a corner stone of our division because of the fifteen pounds of gold around her waist, someone who is supposed to represent the BEST of us came out and said straight up that she didn't really want to win the women's riot...
Why is that Mercy?
Because you didn't know the World title was on the line so it wasn't all that important to you?
Or was it because of the actual EFFORT you would have had to put into the match to win?
Is the only time Mercy cares when she knows she's the odds on favorite?
Or does your opponent have to be literally handi capped?
Regardless of your excuse for not caring, for mailing it in, for allowing someone else to step into the spot light and capture the World Championship, THAT IS THE REASON!
Every match.
Every opponent.
Every night.
MATTERS!
I don't care if your in that ring with a case of pneumonia and a broken back, if your in that ring then your in there to WIN!
Unless of course your Mercy V and the odds of you winning are just a little to low so in that case it's totally ok to just lay down and die because hey, sometimes it isn't worth trying...
Trying is the first step to failure...
Your the reason Mercy. Your the reason why Ayla and I had to come back. Your the reason ALL the other "Starlets" have to suffer. Your the reason. Your lack of commitment. Your lack of drive. Your lack of determination. YOUR LACK OF HEART!
Women like you are the reason this roster thinks they can just coast by win to loss to loss to win. Women like you who don't have to try unless they know they can win. Women like you who base their whole careers on single win or single losses then turn around and tell the world why it didn't matter that week.
It didn't matter because you lost!
It didn't matter because you didn't try!
Guess what asshole!? I WANT to win this match.
Ayla WANTS to win this match.
We WANT to win EVERY match.
We don't have off weeks. We don't mail it in because we're tired or worn out. When we signed the dotted line we signed our life's away. There isn't anything outside of nCw for us. There isn't a more pressing matter or some pointless little drama playing out for us at home.
NCW IS OUR HOME!
And despite our lack of support for the people in charge, we will fight and die for this company, and if that fight is against the cancerous elements like yourself then all the better for us.
Mercedes, you better WANT this match THIS week. You better step into that ring with your ego fully inflated. You better be ready to give us every last drop of everything you've got pumping through your veins because we are MORE THAN READY to take it.
This Sunday Night isn't the beginning of the end of the end of the "Starlet' it's just the end of YOUR time as one of this divisions top names.
Sunday, Nothing to Lose, it's the end of our new beginning when we take those titles by FORCE!
And after that it's a one way train to Everymans Fantasy because Ayla and I, unlike you, will not rest until we have the REAL tag team champions across the ring from us.
Here in nCw where they belong...
Or somewhere else.
Mercy... Dig down deep girl... The free ride is over.
Welcome to the death and rebirth of the "Starlet."
My right hand struck his fist so hard that he winced and that wince was the opening I was looking for as my left hand swung and connected with his jaw bone.
"... Something troubling you Sandy?"
A tiny drip of blood trickled out of Kyle's mouth as he looked at me, still holding my right fist and rubbing his jaw.
"Yeah!"
I kicked him in the gut, breaking his hold on my fist and spun around with a back fist that he ducked. Kyle grabbed me from behind and went for a back drop but I rolled over him and locked him into a choke hold and tried to ram him into the corner but Kyle ran up the turn buckles and leaped behind me and quickly caught me in a wrist lock. He pressed me up against the turn buckles.
"Talk."
"It's Fox..."
"What about him?"
"I hate him."
"I know this. Why is it bothering you so much now?"
I jump up and press both feet against the second turn buckle and send both Kyle and myself onto our backs. I roll over onto my hands and knees, he had too and we are face to face.
"He wins, Kyle! Either f***ing way he wins!"
For a second Kyle smiled but my hand shot up so fast and so hard across his face that the smile was wiped away in a second. He grimaced before wrapping his arms around my neck and spinning up and onto my feet. He ran at the corner with my head and hand and threw me into the turn buckles. I tried to step forward but Kyle rammed his body against mine then griped the ropes, holding me there... With his... Warm... Body... Against mine...
"... He wins... Even if we win... Even if we expose his little division... He... Still... Wins..."
"What did you expect?"
"I expected him to fight us! To even care that we are going to rip his little division to pieces! I didn't expect him to like it!"
"Your making him money, ratings, of course he's going to like it."
I sigh and look up into his eyes as he looks down at me.
"I wanted to make a change..."
"Fundamental change doesn't happen over night. If you want the Starlets division to be better, make it better."
He looks away from me... He looks sad...
"If you want something Sandy... You can't be afraid to take it, to make it happen, to fight for it..."
"You talking to me?"
I lightly grab his face where I had earlier slapped him and turn him to face me.
"Or yourself?"
He sighs and tries to turn away but I don't let him.
"What do you want Kyle?"
His grip on the ropes slackened and I push myself a little closer against him, he looks surprised.
"...I..."
Kyle goes to back away but I grab him, pull him in and kiss him. I can feel his defenses dropping as his body relaxes and the passion that was once there returns. I can feel his body suddenly on fire.
"Rayne!"
I don't know what it is about you Kathy... I want to like you. I want to respect you. I want to acknowledge you for the ground breaking wrestler you are, one of if not the mother of this division...
But you make it so damn hard Kath...
I'm trying here, don't you understand that? I'm trying to be nice to you, to face you with the respect you deserve and give you the match of a life time at Nothing to Lose. I'm trying very hard to be the challenger YOU deserve...
So tell me why... Kathy... Tell me why week after week after week you come out here and defend that debauchery of a title match?
Why do you stand there with a straight face and tell us what we would of done in your position?
You want to know what I would of done?
The truth?
Walked away.
I don't know how you could stand there with that title around your waist and call yourself a champion. You beat a woman who has barely been in this business a year by HERSELF! You double teamed her and stomped her into the ground and proclaimed yourself the tag team champions in a HANDI CAP MATCH!
And honestly Kathy, as much as I respect everything you've done up until this point in your career... That's bull****.
A real wrestler, a real competitor, someone who is in it for more than just the cheap thrills would of stepped aside and demanded Fox or someone else appoint her a new partner, or hell, just postpone the match until she could find someone, or better yet, YOU COULD OF DEMANDED TO FACE THE REAL CHAMPIONS!
Kathy, there was a point in your life when you would of seen my point of view. You'd of been able to stand with me and Ayla and KNOW that what happened, that match, that it was just plain wrong on a personal and professional level. You allowed the gold to blind you, you allowed that parasite Mercy to climb into your brain and plant her eggs, you allowed yourself to fall from the pedestal I as well as many other had placed you on.
You were a ground breaker.
You were an original.
You were an inspiration.
You ARE a paper champion.
It doesn't matter who you beat, how many matches you win, YOU DIDN'T BEAT THE CHAMPIONS, you didn't even beat a Tag Team.
I know your looking at Ayla and I as some sort of vindication for your championship run, but we aren't Zelda and Crystal, we aren't the rightful champions, we aren't the ones you should be facing. All we are are two woman brought in to fill the void.
Simple as that.
But I'm not content with filling the void. I don't want to be the stand in to Zelda Knite, I'm not a pretender to her throne like Shelly Jones or Trish Newborn or your beloved partner Mercedes Vargas. I don't want to be her or even be like her.
I want to be better.
I want to blaze a new path, take this division in a new direction. Zelda wanted to make the women equal to the men, she wanted to raise this division up on it's own two legs and prove we were just as good as they are.
Me?
I want to prove to the world that everything men can do... We can do it better... And that starts this Sunday night, Kathy. It starts when the tag team titles are viciously and brutally removed from the mish mash paper champions Fox threw together at the last moment. It starts with us, with Alysson Gardner, with Tara Fenix. It starts with REAL wrestlers with honor and pride and respect stepping up and reclaiming this division from the brain dead little plastic whores that Fox would push on the television audience like a stripper looking to make a buck.
We are going to make this division about one thing and one thing only.
WRESTLING.
And at the end of the day Kathy that's the decision you have to make. It isn't a matter of being a "Bitch" or a "Starlet" it's a matter of being a REAL wrestler, a REAL champion, a REAL competitor or being like everyone else... Being a pair of tits on two legs who occasionally goes on wild adventures and sleeps with random wrestlers for fun.
I know it's not a hard decision for you Kathy. I know you want to be like us, you want to have the respect you once had again. You want to be able to look in the mirror and KNOW that you EARNED your keep. You want your reign to mean something. And it can Kathy, all you have to do is show the world you are more than what you have been. Your more than what we say you are. Your more than a "Starlet."
Your a goddam wrestler.
Now step the hell up and prove it! That's what I want from you, that's what I DEMAND from you. I want your BEST! I want Mercy's best! I want the both of you to finally become the well oiled machine you pretend to be and make this division your goddam BITCH!
Because if you don't... If you fail this Sunday...
You become everything everyone ever said you were...
Fake.
It's not just your titles you run the risk of losing... It's your legacy... Something I'm sure your husband can tell you is a very hard thing to rebuild once it's been destroyed.
"Rayne!"
Kyle pulled away and looked me right in the eyes...
"I want her..."
I smiled.
"Then take her."
*Fade*