Rayne's P.O.V
I couldn't take one more hour with Angel and Jamie going on about how awesome the Jonas Brothers are. I was this close to telling them to shut up when a voice spoke. "Hello ladies." I turned around to see Jeff. 'Oh thank God!' I thought. "Rayne, may I speak to you for a moment....alone." he asked. I nodded my head as Angel and Jamie walked out of our locker room. As soon as the door shut, Jeff started to laugh.
"What?" I asked, "What's so fricken funny?" He looked at me and replied, "How the hell do you put up with those two?" I rubbed my temples. "Before you came in, I came this close to telling them off." I said. He shook his head. "Well the actual reason I came in here was to tell you that you're going to be in a match for the #1 contenders spot for the World Heavyweight Championship against Scott." he said. I was about to say something, but it was as if he was reading my mind he spoke first. "Scott isn't going to fight your father for the title since he's in the Mafia, but you have to earn it since you're going to be representing the Frontline. That is if you want to." he said. " Hell yeah I'm up for it!" I replied. "That's good. The match is in 15 minutes so get ready." he said walking out the door.
I quickly got into my ring gear. Which was a long black robe that had a hood, sleeveless black shirt, black pants, and wrestling boots. I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" I yelled seeing as no one could hear me from the back of the locker room. "Rayne..." said a very familiar voice. I quickly spun around to see my own flesh and blood. "Dad..." I replied and quickly went back to what I was doing. Which was drawing. "So you're going through with it aren't you? You're going to fight Scott." he asked. "Yeah dad. I am and I'm coming after that title of yours when I'm through with your buddy Rechstiener." I replied coldly.
It's not that I wanted to act cold to him. It's just the way he's treated me through my life. See my mother died while giving birth to me and when I turned 7 he treated me like I wasn't even there. Always giving me a blank look. Not only that, but he gave me away. My guardian is Jeff Jarrett. "I just came to tell you to be careful." he replied. "Why do you care?" I snapped. He flinched at the harshness of my voice. "Just..never mind." he said and walked out. I sighed and went back to my drawing. I heard a referee tell me I had 5 minutes to get to the curtains for my match. I quickly put my drawing away and walked off to my match. (A/N: The drawing IS important to the story!)
(Goth: Sorry it's short, but the next chapter will be longer. Remember: READ AND REVIEW!!!)