Same old Bitch.

[Angel Blake]

November 11th, 2013

{ Rayne was down on the mat, stunned, she wasn’t sure where she was and she didn’t know what to expect next. Jessica Reed was younger, quicker and Rayne had little help when it came to her partner. Jessica came off the top and hit her flipping leg drop and the one, two, three. Just like Rayne’s triumphant return to the ring had become a disaster and she knew something even worse was next. }

Terri Morasco: IT’S OVER!!!!

Vasco Dias: Jessica Reed and Ashley Mastrangelo pick up a win here tonight in tag team competition!

Terri Morasco: A very impressive win against a surprisingly strong BWA.

Vasco Dias: Yeah, they actually looked really good.

{ Rayne was of course upset, but she’s a true competitor and loves a good challenge, she shook Jessica’s hand as well as Ashley’s and even managed to smile and thank them for the challenge, however they were quickly interrupted… Simon de Montfort stood on the stage. }

Simon de Montfort: Well I must apologize to our champions, I had thought I found you proper competition. I tried to find a pair of women who matched up to the talents of my champions but it seems even the great BWA isn’t a match. And that is very unfortunate as I was looking forward to the twilight of your career being here, Rayne.

{ She’d given this match everything she had, she fought like a champion and now he stood there, almost smiling at her failure and rejoiced in the opportunity he had to make an example out of her. She never hated anyone more than she hated Simon de Montfort at this exact moment. }

Simon de Montfort: With that being said an example must be made for the rest of the Diamonds on this roster and future Diamonds to learn from. I am truly sorry to say this but due to such a poor performance tonight and your complete inability to give my champions a proper challenge I will have to let you both go. Rayne, Blaze… YOU’RE FIRED!!!!

{ She snapped. She had spent most of her career wallowing away on the independent scene, fought hard to get a shot in ncw where they belittled, embarrassed and eventually fired her and now IWF was about to do the same. Not again.

She was going to kill him, she envisioned it, her hands around his throat but as she made her way up the ramp toward him he sicked his security guards on her. She fought them hard but there were too many of them. They dragged her backstage where Simon de Montfor stood, waiting and smiling. }

Simon: I am truly sorry Ms. Rayne but IWF would like to wish you well in all future endeavors.

Rayne: GO FUCK YOURSELF!

Simon: My, my, don’t be upset with me, I gave you every opportunity in the world to prove your worth to me, I am not the one who got pinned out there.

{ Rayne pulled at the guards who held her. }

Simon: Perhaps with a little more time, hard work and dedication you could go toe to toe with our fabulous diamonds.

Rayne: I swear to god I’m going to make you pay!

Simon: Is that a threat Ms Rayne?

Rayne: It’s a goddamn promise.

{ He nods and smiles as he looks around her waves his hand. }

Simon: Well you heard her, that was a threat. I’d like her removed from my building immediately.

{ Rayne twists her head around as two police officers grab her and slap the cuffs around her wrists. }

Rayne: Are you kidding me?

Simon: Perhaps a night in jail will produce calmer heads. Speak to you soon Ms Rayne.

{ He waves at her with a condescending grin on his face as the cops walk her out of the building… }

I’d like to thank Simon de Montfort for the single most embarrassing day of my entire life.

I will never forget it.

But that’s not what we’re here to talk about today, is it? No, we’re here to talk about my second return match in less than a year, a match I’m sure Simon wasn’t expecting and doesn’t want on his card, too bad he only owns half the company.

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We’re here to talk about Mercedes Vargas, another ncw alumni looking to make her name in the Zelda free world that is IWF. Welcome aboard Mercedes, wish I could say you’ll enjoy the ride but based on my experience Simon de Montfort is a piece of shit and will wring every dollar he can out of you before tossing you out on the curb.

Funny, I don’t remember signing up to be a whore.

I’m sure you could care less about me or my troubles with management Mercy and that’s fair. I don’t expect someone such as yourself to care about anything other tan yourself. I remember you from ncw, your self serving nature, your bad attitude, the way you’d throw a fit if you weren’t the certain of attention.

Glad to see you haven’t changed.

Thing is Mercy, neither have I. I’m still the same bad ass bitch I was in ncw, built to wrestle and damn happy to be doing it. I’m still the tough as nails bitch with an attitude who demands the best goddamn competition possibly and lives for a good fight. I’m still someone you’re going to hate to fight because you simply don’t match up.

Excuse the slight ego but lets be honest Mercy, you couldn’t hand with us back in ncw to the point that you took your ball and went home, what’s changed? You spent some time wrestling somewhere else, honed your skills and learned a little humility?

Doubtful.

Judging by your over inflated sense of self that you paraded all over Sacrifice I’d have to say the only thing that’s changed about you is your age darling. But hey, prove me wrong. I’m just your opponent this week, just some woman with a bone to pick with management looking to shove my boot so far up Simon’s ass he’ll be flossing with the laces. I didn’t need to make a big announcement or make an open challenge, all I need is an opportunity to kick some ass and I’ve got it.

I’ve wrestled all over the, Mercy, just like most anyone backstage. I bring it up because in all the time I spent in Japan, England and North America I have never come across a single face that I wanted to punch in to bloody raw meat more than your own, Mercy, you should be honored, after all I am twice the age of most of the Diamond’s current roster.

Go ahead, make an old joke, I’ve heard them all sweetie. Fact of the matter is, despite my age I’m still one of the best women’s wrestlers in the world today. Can you say the same? Have big name companies like IWF gone out of their way to sign you twice in the same year, put you up against their most dominant wrestler in your first match, offer you anything even resembling an absurd amount of money for one match?

No?

Well I guess we can’t all be Sandy Rayne but most anyone can be a Mercy Vargas, a selfish, egotistical bitch with everything to prove and a face only a mother wouldn’t want to punch the holy hell out of. Must be a sweet life.

But lets go ahead and move past the ridiculous insults and boisterous claims, regardless of how much I don’t like you and how much you now currently hate me, we’re both in that ring for the same reasons. Both of us want to put on a damn good match and walk away with a win under our belts. Regardless of how we personally feel about each other we both just want that “W”.

Granted, for vastly different reasons. You want to beat me simply to say that you did, you don’t care how competitive the match is or how over we are, that’s you didn’t out right challenge someone the fans actually care about. This is all about starting off on the right foot.

Me on the other hand, I don’t just want to win, no, I want to put on the match of the damn night. I want to go out there and knock those fans out of their seats so hard that their cheering our names for the rest of the night. I want Simon to eat his damn words after what he did to me and see just how big of a mistake he made. I want to put on the match of my life so the fans demand us both back and Simon has to get down on his knees and beg us to sign a new deal…

That’d be the greatest Christmas present ever.

I know it’d be too much to ask for you just to come out here and say your piece without running wild with the verbal ego trip so I’m just going to ask for something a bit simpler. Monday night, don’t pull any punches. Don’t pussy foot. You give me every single ounce of energy and perseverance you have until you literally collapse and I promise to give you the same.

Good luck.

{ Rayne, in a black work out bra and shorts danced around the heavy bag hanging down from her mostly empty apartment. She worked it over for several minutes while her phone rang in the background. Whoever it was they were persistent. Eventually she gave in, she slammed her gloves besides the phone and answered. }

Rayne: What?

{ She listened for a few moments as a smile slowly spread across her face. }

Rayne: Alright, you’ve got my intention, keep talking.

{ Fade to black. }