Links: Rayne's Ring Attire: rayne_wrestling_attire/ set?id=52984376
Rayne's Normal Clothes: rayne_on_monday/ set?id=52576654
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~January 12, 2009~
"Rayne Blade, are you ready? Your debut match is next." A trainer said poking his head into my locker room.
"Yes sir, I'm ready." I didn't bother turning around, as I ran a brush through my hair. I picked up my trench coat and fedora, as I walked to gorilla position. I pulled the coat on and sat the fedora on top of my black hair.
"Yeah, I get it; you're an outcast
Always under attack,
Always comin' in last.
I think you need a shotgun blast;
A kick in the ass, So paranoid,
Watch your back!"
As I heard Sound of Madness by Shinedown, I took a deep breath and walked to the ring, cheers deafening my ears. They were cheers of confusion; was this girl a face…or was she a heel? Why is she dressed the way she is? What kind of fighter will she be?
"Introducing first, the challenge… Weighting in at 95 pound…From Henderson, North Carolina…Phoenix Fire!" Justin Robert announced emphasizing the 'ph' in Phoenix and 'fi' in Fire.
I stepped into the ring, walked to the right top corner facing the announce table, and slipped my trench coat off. I handed that along with my hat to the ringside attendees…the guys who worked there, not the audience. As my opponent's music started to play, boo's began to chorus through the arena. Alicia Fox is my opponent tonight, she is a heel, but I was scripted to be a face anyway. I plan on kicking some ass tonight and proving myself to the WWE. Of course I would win, seeing it is my debut match, but I didn't want to be put as a 'Botch Queen'.
Alicia slid in the ring and shot me a look of superiority. Bitches like her piss me off. She was a snot in and out of the ring, trust me, I had to practice our match with her. I leaned against the ropes, waiting on the bell to ring, keeping myself calm. It rang and we both met each other in the middle and locked up.
(Match)
It was a long match, but I caught her off guard with my Coup de Sommeil; which is where I run up the ropes in the corner, flip around and kick them in the jaw, rendering them unconscious. I covered her and got the 1, 2, 3 count. Cheers echoed in my ears as I flashed the cameras a grin.
"Here is your winner…Phoenix Fire!" Justin Roberts announced. I was excited beyond belief, my first victory on my first night of RAW. Scripted or not, the adrenalin rush that persuaded after was more than enough to hype me up. I was handed my coat and fedora, as I stepped out of the ring. I pulled them on and began to walk towards the ramp. I could feel people clapping me on the back as I walked a bit too close to the barriers, I held my right hand out and high-fived a bunch of kids on my way, and I was grinning the entire time.
"Good job out there!" "You did amazing!" "Glad to see someone finally put that bitch in her place." Were the words that greeted me as I walked backstage.
"Thank you! I'm so glad that I won that match, I feel like I've proved myself a little bit here." I grinned and pushed open my locker room door. My own locker room for one night, just for debuting, how could this night get any better?
"You're gonna be doing a lot of proving around here, ya know?" John Cena said as he stood in my doorway. I nodded.
"Oh, I know, I have a feeling that I'll never stop proving myself." I went to my gym bag and turned my head to John. "Get out, I need to shower." He grinned.
"But what if I want to watch you?" I raised an eyebrow at him and shook my head.
"Get the fuck out." I said, walking to him and nudging him out the door.
"Aaawww, come on Rayne Blade!" He exclaimed still grinning.
"You sick fuck." I couldn't help but laugh. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Now." I said loudly, punching him in the arm and shoving him out the door.
"That hurt!" He mocked and whimpered as I slammed the door.
"It was supposed to dickwad!" I rolled my eyes, took my bag to the shower stall with me and showered. I dried off and changed into my daily attire which consisted of a blue tank that said 'We Are Young', black skinny jeans, blue converse that went with the tank top, a silver cross necklace, a vined heart ring for my right middle finger, and a special bracelet of mine. I sat down on a bench to pull on and tie my converse; I clipped my silver cross necklace on my neck and brushed my hair out. I tossed my bag over my shoulder, walked out the room and down the hall to the exit.
"Hey cutie, awesome match you had there." A voice that I easily recognized said as it came up beside me.
"Thanks Chris, nice of you to notice." I said, glancing over at the blonde.
"I always notice a hot diva's match like yours." He winked and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
"So did you only notice my match because I'm hot, or did you notice it because I had talent?" I snapped, scowling as I pulled away from him.
"Well…" He trailed off.
"Exactly." I rolled my eyes, pushed the exit door open and stepped into the cold night air. "Oooh, its full moon." I grinned and sighed happily to myself.
"Watch out for the werewolves and vampires." Chris said.
"Oh please, you know there's no such thing as either of those…plus I have a silver cross on my neck. I could fuck them up in an instant." I laughed and walked to my rental car.
"Rayne please, you think you can just fuck up a vampire or werewolf with a silver cross?" He said, leaning against his car.
"I do, but apparently you don't." I looked over at him.
"You gotta flirt with them first, then you take them on a date, then you invite them home, and finally…that's when you fuck them up." He said, casting me a look that said 'Silly girl you should know this'.
"You're such a dork!" I laughed, grabbing up a handful of snow off the ground and throwing it at him. It hit him square in the face. I quickly unlocked my car doors, got inside and locked the door. One reason was so that I didn't die, and the second one was because it was freezing!
"Blade, did you really just throw snow at me!" Jericho exclaimed, pelting my car with snow balls.
"Yes I did! Got a problem? You're Canadian; you should be used to the snow!" I laughed with the window opened a fraction of an inch, before I started driving off to the hotel we were scheduled to stay at.
` ~* Hotel; 11:30*~
"So tired…" I groaned, pushing the door open, happily taking in the smell of free coffee and a happy, crackling fire. I walked to the receptionist counter and rang the bell, waiting for someone to come up.
"Hello, and welcome to Jameson Inn. May I have your name please?" An older woman questioned, flipping open a book that was filled with, what I assumed, reservations and such.
"My name's Rayne B. Jackson, ma'am." I replied, politely.
"Miss Jackson, you have room 234. Here is your key and enjoy your stay." She said, dropped a simple, silver key into the palm of my hand. I smiled politely,
"Yes ma'am." I went out to my car, bringing my suitcase and gym bag inside. I stood at the elevator and waited for the doors to open. They opened and I stepped inside, pressing the button for floor two. I was lifted to the second floor and looked for my room. That was an adventure in itself hah. I had the wrong floor. I found that out after I'd walked up and down the hallway 4 times. I felt pretty stupid, even more so because Cena knew I was on the wrong floor and refused to tell me. Dickwad.
"This was too much work to find a hotel room." I groaned and slammed the door open, dropping my bags on the ground at the end of a queen sized bed.
"Hey, fuckin' keep it down!" A voice said in the darkness.
"Well hello to you as well Mr. Hardy!" I joked, shutting the door and flipping on a light to see Matt sprawled out on one of the two queen sized beds.
"Turn the light off, it's too bright." He groaned, rolling onto his stomach and covering his head with a pillow.
"Nah, it's more fun to make you suffer and be in agony." I replied plopping my suitcase on the other bed and popping it open. "Keep your head covered." I warned, stripping down pulling a pair of sweatpants and an old long-sleeved shirt on.
"Whatever." He muttered, pulling blankets over his head.
"Buzz kill." I threw a pillow at him. It was instantly thrown back at me.
"It's almost 12 am, bed time." He said, glaring up at me.
"Fine." I made a face at him turning a lamp on and turning off the main light. I crawled underneath the blankets and snuggled down happily, ready for sleep. "Night Matt." I yawned and reached my hand out to turn the lamp off.
"Night Rayne." He replied, turned his back to me as I turned the lights out completely. It wasn't long before his snores filled the room, preventing me from sleeping. That was fine with me; I was too busy staying hyped up from my debut win earlier. I relived each second and critiqued myself with things I could've done better. Soon, I became tired as I lay there, letting my mind wander and relax. I slowly closed my eyes and smiled satisfied. I had so many opportunities in front of me right now, so many choices, and so many things I can do. So, as of right then, I could tell that this was going to be the most amazing time of my life. I knew that being in the WWE would be the wildest ride of my life, and I was and still am ready for it. Let the real adventures begin.
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A/N: New shit! It's here! Every Wednesday…unless I get over whelmed by chapters (6 in a week…the shit I do for my own shit -.-) But atleast now there is a co-writer who has to worry once a week for just this. My planning is kind of the best. Co-Writter is JadaStarr233 and she wrote this first chapter. Isn't it beautiful? No. Beautiful people, come on, be nice. It's hard being fabulous like myself. I kid, I kid. Next Chapter will introduce Krysten who is the other cool character. Polyvore shit is by me :3 Stay Beautiful
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