"I want that one." His voice boomed in the gym. He pointed to the tall
figure grappling on the floor in front of him.
"Ray?" Coach's voice asked for reassurance.
"The one wrestling there, the tall one with the ponytail. Of course he will probably have to cut that hair, but that's completely up to Vince."
She grinned slightly underneath the guy she was wrestling. Corey looked down at her with a grin mouthing the words 'I told you so'. She hated when he was right, which was all the time. Corey was her best friend in the world, his family took her in when she was just a baby, and he had been through everything with her. See when she was just a few months old, her father went on a warpath, killing her mother and attempting to kill her. She bares the scar on her back from when he hit her with the machete. He's currently serving a prison sentence for murder one and attempted murder.
Ray stifled a giggle. So Jim thought she was a guy, not at all unusual; her t-shirt was about ten times too big for her slender frame, her round breasts she learned to minimize as much as possible, her pants, surprisingly stayed on her body, considering they belong to Corey, who was about 100 pounds heavier than her hid her shapely hips and her round rear end.
She learned a long, long ago that if she was going to get anywhere in this male oriented world, she was going to have to hide certain aspects of her existence, like the fact that she was a girl.
"All right you's guys take five," his thick Boston accent filled the room, "Ray, come here for a second, I'd like you to meet Jim Ross, from World Wrestling Entertainment."
She shook his hand, nodding slightly. The longer she could hide the fact that she was indeed a woman, the better.
"Well that was quite a performance there Ray," Jim said releasing her hand.
"Thank you," she replied keeping her voice hushed.
"Ray here is very soft spoken," Coach covered for her, he knew all too well how important it was for her to keep her gender a secret. So that she could be treated as one of the guys.
"So I see." Jim chuckled, "Well he'll out grow that once he is in the locker room with the rest of the guys." He really did think she was a boy. She was better at this than she thought.
"So where does Ray go from here?" Coach asked. He was like another father to her, he looked out for her, scolded her when she was bad and praised her when she was good.
"Well I am going to set up an appointment for him to spar with Vince when I get back to headquarters and then we'll go from there. Okay with you Ray?"
She just nodded. She knew Coach would see to everything and make sure everything was on the up and up.
"Well it was a pleasure meeting you Coach Riley, Ray." Jim shook their hands, "Looking forward to seeing you on the WWE screen soon young man." He disappeared from the door.
Ray let out a whoop of joy, her five-eleven frame leaping off the floor. She was just so excited, she couldn't believe out of all those guys, all these macho, me-Tarzan, testosterone driven men, he picked her a girl. Of course, he thought that she too was a man, but that's fine, that means he picked her because she could wrestle, not because she looked good.
"Ravyn Sari," Corey's mom, Lydia called from the corner of the gym, "how many times do we have to go through this, young ladies don't jump and scream."
"Oh mom," Corey whined, "Ray here is just excited because the WWE recruiter chose her. Grappling with yours truly of course."
Ray pushed him as she walked by him grapping a towel.
"It had nothing to do with you dear brother." She said. "Total dedicated to my immense skills in the art of wrestling."
"Well both of you need to exercise your immense skills in shower taking, there is no way you are getting into my car like that."
They rolled their eyes at their mom, "Yes mother." They said in unison.
Ray couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Her almond shaped grey eyes sparkled as she walked into the locker room shower. Many of her teammates scrambled to cover themselves, grumbling that she should shower and change in the girls' locker room like normal chicks do.
"The only reason she got picked today is because she's a chick." Ricky called out loud enough for her to hear.
"Or it may be because my balls are bigger than yours." She retorted loudly toweling off.
"Come on Ric, she's bad and you know it." Corey stuck up for her, he always did.
"Yeah he knows it, can't stand that a bitch beat you huh Ric?" she taunted. Ricky glared at her.
"Ray, stop it." Corey looked at her.
"Yeah, Ray, listen to big brother." Ricky teased.
"Like I've ever needed to listen in the past, bring it Ricky and I'll prove to you I'm better than you."
Ricky just rolled his eyes, deep in his heart, he knew he would never be as good as she was, and it pissed him off.
"Come on Ray," Corey called. "Mom isn't going to wait all day.
"Yeah I know, I'm coming." She said as she slipped on her sweats and sneakers. Her black midriff wife-beater showed how much of a woman she really was. Her plump, round breast stood out perfectly, accented by her small waist and her perfect six-pack abs.
"You know it wouldn't kill you to dress like a girl every once in a while Ravyn." Lydia said to her as she slid into the car. Unlike everyone else, she refused to call her Ray.
"Yes it would," she said simply as she slipped her headphones over her head. It was her traditional wind-down ritual. She flipped on P.O.D.'s 'Will You', closed her eyes and drifted off into the crevices in her mind, a place she knew no one could find her.
"Ray?" Coach's voice asked for reassurance.
"The one wrestling there, the tall one with the ponytail. Of course he will probably have to cut that hair, but that's completely up to Vince."
She grinned slightly underneath the guy she was wrestling. Corey looked down at her with a grin mouthing the words 'I told you so'. She hated when he was right, which was all the time. Corey was her best friend in the world, his family took her in when she was just a baby, and he had been through everything with her. See when she was just a few months old, her father went on a warpath, killing her mother and attempting to kill her. She bares the scar on her back from when he hit her with the machete. He's currently serving a prison sentence for murder one and attempted murder.
Ray stifled a giggle. So Jim thought she was a guy, not at all unusual; her t-shirt was about ten times too big for her slender frame, her round breasts she learned to minimize as much as possible, her pants, surprisingly stayed on her body, considering they belong to Corey, who was about 100 pounds heavier than her hid her shapely hips and her round rear end.
She learned a long, long ago that if she was going to get anywhere in this male oriented world, she was going to have to hide certain aspects of her existence, like the fact that she was a girl.
"All right you's guys take five," his thick Boston accent filled the room, "Ray, come here for a second, I'd like you to meet Jim Ross, from World Wrestling Entertainment."
She shook his hand, nodding slightly. The longer she could hide the fact that she was indeed a woman, the better.
"Well that was quite a performance there Ray," Jim said releasing her hand.
"Thank you," she replied keeping her voice hushed.
"Ray here is very soft spoken," Coach covered for her, he knew all too well how important it was for her to keep her gender a secret. So that she could be treated as one of the guys.
"So I see." Jim chuckled, "Well he'll out grow that once he is in the locker room with the rest of the guys." He really did think she was a boy. She was better at this than she thought.
"So where does Ray go from here?" Coach asked. He was like another father to her, he looked out for her, scolded her when she was bad and praised her when she was good.
"Well I am going to set up an appointment for him to spar with Vince when I get back to headquarters and then we'll go from there. Okay with you Ray?"
She just nodded. She knew Coach would see to everything and make sure everything was on the up and up.
"Well it was a pleasure meeting you Coach Riley, Ray." Jim shook their hands, "Looking forward to seeing you on the WWE screen soon young man." He disappeared from the door.
Ray let out a whoop of joy, her five-eleven frame leaping off the floor. She was just so excited, she couldn't believe out of all those guys, all these macho, me-Tarzan, testosterone driven men, he picked her a girl. Of course, he thought that she too was a man, but that's fine, that means he picked her because she could wrestle, not because she looked good.
"Ravyn Sari," Corey's mom, Lydia called from the corner of the gym, "how many times do we have to go through this, young ladies don't jump and scream."
"Oh mom," Corey whined, "Ray here is just excited because the WWE recruiter chose her. Grappling with yours truly of course."
Ray pushed him as she walked by him grapping a towel.
"It had nothing to do with you dear brother." She said. "Total dedicated to my immense skills in the art of wrestling."
"Well both of you need to exercise your immense skills in shower taking, there is no way you are getting into my car like that."
They rolled their eyes at their mom, "Yes mother." They said in unison.
Ray couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Her almond shaped grey eyes sparkled as she walked into the locker room shower. Many of her teammates scrambled to cover themselves, grumbling that she should shower and change in the girls' locker room like normal chicks do.
"The only reason she got picked today is because she's a chick." Ricky called out loud enough for her to hear.
"Or it may be because my balls are bigger than yours." She retorted loudly toweling off.
"Come on Ric, she's bad and you know it." Corey stuck up for her, he always did.
"Yeah he knows it, can't stand that a bitch beat you huh Ric?" she taunted. Ricky glared at her.
"Ray, stop it." Corey looked at her.
"Yeah, Ray, listen to big brother." Ricky teased.
"Like I've ever needed to listen in the past, bring it Ricky and I'll prove to you I'm better than you."
Ricky just rolled his eyes, deep in his heart, he knew he would never be as good as she was, and it pissed him off.
"Come on Ray," Corey called. "Mom isn't going to wait all day.
"Yeah I know, I'm coming." She said as she slipped on her sweats and sneakers. Her black midriff wife-beater showed how much of a woman she really was. Her plump, round breast stood out perfectly, accented by her small waist and her perfect six-pack abs.
"You know it wouldn't kill you to dress like a girl every once in a while Ravyn." Lydia said to her as she slid into the car. Unlike everyone else, she refused to call her Ray.
"Yes it would," she said simply as she slipped her headphones over her head. It was her traditional wind-down ritual. She flipped on P.O.D.'s 'Will You', closed her eyes and drifted off into the crevices in her mind, a place she knew no one could find her.