Author's Note: Okay... what to say... oh! lol I double-checked on my facts for the story and found that Raven lost to Tommy Dreamer, no D'Lo Brown, in the Loser Leaves Raw match. :-( Sorry for the mess up, but I was so sure it was D'Lo for some reason... ~*shrugs*~ Guess not!
Any ways, here goes with the third chapter. Hope ya like it!
*****
"1... 2... 3!" The referee counted aloud, then signaled for the bell to ring. The match was over just about three minutes after it had started. A total squash, but then again, it was the first match of a house show. What were they expecting?
Raven stood up and looked down at the local wrestler, a young guy more than likely in his very early twenties. When he had walked to the top of the ramp, hearing the generic music that WWE had set aside for all jobbers, there was a sense of pride about him... like he was living out a dream, even if it was just for one night. For all Raven knew, this twenty-something man had been building up his whole life, desiring only to reach this one house show.
It made him smile. A sick smile... possibly the only kind that Raven knew how to give. He directed his smirk at the youth who was lying on the mat, though the boy would never see it. Chaos, the young man's ring name, was out cold after an Evenflow DDT, though that wasn't the sole factor in his current condition. Repeated chair shots to the head, a DDT on the cement that surrounded the ring, which was usually covered by black floor mats, and a shot from a kendo stick were just a few of the things that led up to his current state. Oh well... it was his problem, now.
The hardcore wrestler removed himself from the ring, sliding out under the bottom rope. The wrestling fans booed him, as they always did, but this time there was something different about it. It wasn't as loud, it seemed... as a matter of fact, it seemed to just be a few people by the entrance way that were actually booing him. Now that Raven actually looked, many of the seats that were in his line of view were empty. This couldn't be right... right? No, people were always glued to their seats whenever the hardcore wrestler was involved. Something must have been wrong... maybe they had locked up the doors for some reason. Maybe there was something going on in the hallways... maybe Jeff Hardy was selling the rest of his drug supply out of the back of a pick-up truck in the parking lot.
No... this was just the harsh reality of being the first match on a house show and facing a wrestler nobody knew. It would be the same with Heat, where Raven was sure he would end up facing more nameless jobbers that WWE was giving trial runs to in the hopes that someone would stand out. The thought of his talents being wasted on the sub-par show nearly made the antisocial wrestler mad enough to start yelling and punching at the first person he saw when he got backstage, whoever the unfortunate soul would end up being.
Crew members. Those were the only sort of people Raven saw upon walking to the other side of the entrance curtain. People milling about, trying to find the wrestlers for the next match. No one was there to congratulate him on annihilating yet another punk kid. Not that they ever did, but still... the selfish bastards. Always tending to everyone else's needs except his. What about him? What about Raven?
With a sigh, the tired wrestler headed towards his locker room. These people could go to hell for all he cared, all he wanted was to be alone. Come to think of it, that was all he ever wanted. Just to be left alone to himself... so why had it slightly upset him that no one was ever there to congratulate him for anything he ever did? The only person who had ever done that was Stevie Richards and Raven had long since pushed the dark-haired wrestler away from him. He just couldn't handle being praised for some reason, yet he desired it at the same time.
Raven shook his head as if trying to clear it of cobwebs. Even with his extremely advanced education, he had just confused himself a bit. Damned people, making him think like this. They weren't worth this much of his time. He turned the corner that would put him in the hallway of his locker room, then ran in to someone for the second time that night...
"Oh for fuck's sake!" the angry wrestler shouted, his emotions boiling over now, for no real reason. "Is it completely impossible to believe that any of you will ever be able to watch where you're going?!"
"I-I... um... I'm sorry?" a female voice barely managed to squeak out in apology. When Raven actually looked to see who it was, he realized that it was the exact same girl that had run in to him earlier. Was she stalking him or something?
Now that he really looked, though, she didn't look quite the same as she had earlier. The first time around, her long black hair had been left to fall, messily, to the middle of her back. A large sweat shirt covered in different shades of blue with the band name "Iron Maiden" written across the chest in grey letters. A pair of blue jeans that were just a bit loose on her, along with tennis shoes, covered her lower half, completing her outfit.
Now, her hair had been perfectly combed and pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes had been outlined in black and it looked like her skin, which had appeared to be as close to white as you could get just a bit earlier, had a tinge of color to it. A red tank top that tied up the front, a pair of black leather pants, and black wrestling boots with heels on them now made up her outfit.
Raven liked the first version better.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked. Though more than a bit irritated, Raven was interested in finding out her name. Lord only knew that he would probably be working with her for the rest of his WWE career, so he might as well figure out who she was so he could add her name to his list of people to avoid.
"D-Daffney..." the raven-haired female stuttered, making Raven wonder if she was even able to get out a single phrase without reducing herself to a nervous mess.
But wait... Daffney? That named sounded familiar. Not that he would have met or anything like that, but like he had heard of her somewhere before. It wasn't the indies and he was one hundred percent positive that she had never been in ECW, so that meant...
"Daffney? WCW Daffney? Daffney that was completely swept away by Ric Flair's fuck-up of a son, David?" Raven asked, now remembering exactly who she was. After he had left WCW, he still watched every once in awhile, just to see how things were going. Now that she had mentioned her name, Raven could sort of identify her.
"Um, yeah... that's me," Daffney replied, nodding her head. Her cheeks were now turning a light shade of pink, probably out of embarrassment for falling in love with David Flair, Raven thought. "I... um... I've got a match, so I better be going. Sorry to run in to you again..."
With that, Daffney quickly walked around Raven and went as fast as she could towards the entrance way. She definitely wasn't interested in angering the wrestler who had become well-known for his horrible temper. Raven turned to watch her as she walked away, noting how fast she went. Not that it bothered him... or maybe it did?
Mentally cursing himself out for the hundredth time that night, Raven resumed his plodding walk. Why were all of these stupid questions about whether people liked him or not plaguing his mind? Of course he didn't care! He was Raven. He had been on his own all of his life and that was just how it was.
Right?
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Okay, I know that chapter wasn't GREAT, but I just wanted to get something else out there. :-) Hope you guys at least semi-enjoyed it! Bye!
Any ways, here goes with the third chapter. Hope ya like it!
*****
"1... 2... 3!" The referee counted aloud, then signaled for the bell to ring. The match was over just about three minutes after it had started. A total squash, but then again, it was the first match of a house show. What were they expecting?
Raven stood up and looked down at the local wrestler, a young guy more than likely in his very early twenties. When he had walked to the top of the ramp, hearing the generic music that WWE had set aside for all jobbers, there was a sense of pride about him... like he was living out a dream, even if it was just for one night. For all Raven knew, this twenty-something man had been building up his whole life, desiring only to reach this one house show.
It made him smile. A sick smile... possibly the only kind that Raven knew how to give. He directed his smirk at the youth who was lying on the mat, though the boy would never see it. Chaos, the young man's ring name, was out cold after an Evenflow DDT, though that wasn't the sole factor in his current condition. Repeated chair shots to the head, a DDT on the cement that surrounded the ring, which was usually covered by black floor mats, and a shot from a kendo stick were just a few of the things that led up to his current state. Oh well... it was his problem, now.
The hardcore wrestler removed himself from the ring, sliding out under the bottom rope. The wrestling fans booed him, as they always did, but this time there was something different about it. It wasn't as loud, it seemed... as a matter of fact, it seemed to just be a few people by the entrance way that were actually booing him. Now that Raven actually looked, many of the seats that were in his line of view were empty. This couldn't be right... right? No, people were always glued to their seats whenever the hardcore wrestler was involved. Something must have been wrong... maybe they had locked up the doors for some reason. Maybe there was something going on in the hallways... maybe Jeff Hardy was selling the rest of his drug supply out of the back of a pick-up truck in the parking lot.
No... this was just the harsh reality of being the first match on a house show and facing a wrestler nobody knew. It would be the same with Heat, where Raven was sure he would end up facing more nameless jobbers that WWE was giving trial runs to in the hopes that someone would stand out. The thought of his talents being wasted on the sub-par show nearly made the antisocial wrestler mad enough to start yelling and punching at the first person he saw when he got backstage, whoever the unfortunate soul would end up being.
Crew members. Those were the only sort of people Raven saw upon walking to the other side of the entrance curtain. People milling about, trying to find the wrestlers for the next match. No one was there to congratulate him on annihilating yet another punk kid. Not that they ever did, but still... the selfish bastards. Always tending to everyone else's needs except his. What about him? What about Raven?
With a sigh, the tired wrestler headed towards his locker room. These people could go to hell for all he cared, all he wanted was to be alone. Come to think of it, that was all he ever wanted. Just to be left alone to himself... so why had it slightly upset him that no one was ever there to congratulate him for anything he ever did? The only person who had ever done that was Stevie Richards and Raven had long since pushed the dark-haired wrestler away from him. He just couldn't handle being praised for some reason, yet he desired it at the same time.
Raven shook his head as if trying to clear it of cobwebs. Even with his extremely advanced education, he had just confused himself a bit. Damned people, making him think like this. They weren't worth this much of his time. He turned the corner that would put him in the hallway of his locker room, then ran in to someone for the second time that night...
"Oh for fuck's sake!" the angry wrestler shouted, his emotions boiling over now, for no real reason. "Is it completely impossible to believe that any of you will ever be able to watch where you're going?!"
"I-I... um... I'm sorry?" a female voice barely managed to squeak out in apology. When Raven actually looked to see who it was, he realized that it was the exact same girl that had run in to him earlier. Was she stalking him or something?
Now that he really looked, though, she didn't look quite the same as she had earlier. The first time around, her long black hair had been left to fall, messily, to the middle of her back. A large sweat shirt covered in different shades of blue with the band name "Iron Maiden" written across the chest in grey letters. A pair of blue jeans that were just a bit loose on her, along with tennis shoes, covered her lower half, completing her outfit.
Now, her hair had been perfectly combed and pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes had been outlined in black and it looked like her skin, which had appeared to be as close to white as you could get just a bit earlier, had a tinge of color to it. A red tank top that tied up the front, a pair of black leather pants, and black wrestling boots with heels on them now made up her outfit.
Raven liked the first version better.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked. Though more than a bit irritated, Raven was interested in finding out her name. Lord only knew that he would probably be working with her for the rest of his WWE career, so he might as well figure out who she was so he could add her name to his list of people to avoid.
"D-Daffney..." the raven-haired female stuttered, making Raven wonder if she was even able to get out a single phrase without reducing herself to a nervous mess.
But wait... Daffney? That named sounded familiar. Not that he would have met or anything like that, but like he had heard of her somewhere before. It wasn't the indies and he was one hundred percent positive that she had never been in ECW, so that meant...
"Daffney? WCW Daffney? Daffney that was completely swept away by Ric Flair's fuck-up of a son, David?" Raven asked, now remembering exactly who she was. After he had left WCW, he still watched every once in awhile, just to see how things were going. Now that she had mentioned her name, Raven could sort of identify her.
"Um, yeah... that's me," Daffney replied, nodding her head. Her cheeks were now turning a light shade of pink, probably out of embarrassment for falling in love with David Flair, Raven thought. "I... um... I've got a match, so I better be going. Sorry to run in to you again..."
With that, Daffney quickly walked around Raven and went as fast as she could towards the entrance way. She definitely wasn't interested in angering the wrestler who had become well-known for his horrible temper. Raven turned to watch her as she walked away, noting how fast she went. Not that it bothered him... or maybe it did?
Mentally cursing himself out for the hundredth time that night, Raven resumed his plodding walk. Why were all of these stupid questions about whether people liked him or not plaguing his mind? Of course he didn't care! He was Raven. He had been on his own all of his life and that was just how it was.
Right?
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Okay, I know that chapter wasn't GREAT, but I just wanted to get something else out there. :-) Hope you guys at least semi-enjoyed it! Bye!