"Come on Ray, concentrate." Corey coached her.
"I'm lifting, damn." She said pushing the two hundred-pound bar above her head.
"Good, give me another one. Push it out."
She was going to kill him she had a feeling. Normally she didn't have a problem with being pushed like that. But her monthly friend was in town, with all of her monstrous visitor, so right now benching two-pounds was a little difficult.
"Last one Ray, push."
Sweat rolled down her face in pools as she benched the last time, she sat up as he handed her a towel.
"Not bad," Corey told her. "You think you ready?"
She nodded solemnly. These days she just didn't know. She thought about her mom a lot, not Lydia but her mom, Sari. She wondered if she was proud of her, if she approved of what she was doing. If she still watched her.
"Come on Ray." Corey prompted, "We got thirty minutes on the treadmill and then we are home free love."
She nodded and followed suit. She climbed on the treadmill, set it on high and began running, she imagined that she was running free, running away from everything. She didn't even notice that room had started spinning around her.
"Ray, what the hell are you doing?" Corey yelled.
The colors surrounded her like her mother's embrace. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the high power of these colors swarming in her head. Before she knew she was no longer running, she was lying on the floor beside the treadmill, Coach and Corey standing over her.
"Quick, call an ambulance." Coached yelled, "Ray, Ray, can you hear me honey? Say something Ray."
Jim Ross sat across from Vince McMahon in Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia.
"I tell you Vince, he's as good a wrestler as I've seen in a long time."
"I trust you Jim," Vince leaned back in his chair, "Ray you say his name is."
"Yeah, got real long hair though, about ass length," J.R. chuckled, "I told his coach, he'd probably have to cut it."
"Well probably just a little, but we'll deal with that later. First I'll have to see this kid in action. How about this, we'll be out that way again shortly, say we get him together with say, " Vince scratched his chin, "with say Orton or Cena, and we'll see where it goes."
"Yeah, those guys seem to be right in his weight range."
"Good, then set that up, we'll iron out the details with the boys after the show."
"Good deal." J.R. stood up.
"Thank you J.R."
"Man this is bullshit!" Randy Orton yelled.
"What man?" He and John Cena stood in front of the weight room stretching before going in.
"Man instead of going home, I got to fly to Boston to spar with this new kid, 'Ray',"
"Yeah, I heard about that," Adam chimed in as he walked to join them. "The girls are going crazy over his picture already. Say he's real exotic looking." He rolled his eyes.
"Well I don't give a damn how he looks. I'm going in there, I'm going to kill this little squirt and I'm out of there. Cutting in my damn vacation time."
"Well if you want me too," Adam suggested, "I can go."
"Nah, that's okay." Randy sighed, "Vince asked for me especially."
"Well consider it an honor," Adam said, "He thinks that high of you to show this new kid a thing or two."
Randy thought about it, he never considered it that way. Maybe Adam was right.
"You know." He said finally, "I think you might be on to something."
"Come on guys, let's go do this." John said opening the gym door.
The guys walked into the gym together and began their workout regiment.
"Hey guys," Mark Calloway towered above them.
"Hey Mark," the guys greeted them.
"Hey Orton, I heard about your match with the new kid. Take it easy on him, eh?"
"Hey," Orton smirked, "no one ever gets into this business by taking it easy."
Mark smirked back, "You're right. But still."
"Yeah, 'Take, I hear you."
Ray opened her eyes and looked up into Kevin's big green ones.
"Hey daddy Kay," she said weakly.
"Let this be a lesson to you young lady, you will eat a little more now, won't you?"
"Yes dad." She looked around, "Where is Corey?"
"Gone to get you a cookies and cream Mc Flurry."
She sighed, "My favorite."
"That brother of yours," he rolled his eyes, "I swear.
"Where's mom?"
"Oh she's at home, you're ready to come home, so we'll tell her about all of this hubbub when we get home, k?"
"K." she said back.
A monstrous cramp tore through her body; she curled up into the fetal position.
"Oh and that's another thing. They are going to start giving you Anaprox for those cramps, they are part of the problem wouldn't you say?"
She nodded; she would take anything to get rid of these damned things. She knew they would be what killed her.
They walked into the house together, momma Lydia cooking and singing, her normal ritual for the afternoon.
"Ray," she said, "I swear, no wonder people think you are a boy. By the way that man from the WWE headquarters called."
"Mom, not today. Ray has had a hell of a day. She just got out of the hospital."
"The hospital? What in the world was she doing in there?"
"Low blood sugar, she fainted. Plus, her menstrual cramps aren't exactly durable."
"Yes, I know." She looked at Ray, "Are you okay honey?"
Ray nodded feebly, she just wanted to sleep. "What did the man say?"
"I wrote it down and put it on the night stand." She told her, "Well you march right up those steps and into bed young lady."
She would've marched to Mars if it meant she could lie down and sleep. The memo said that if Vince were impressed, he would have contracts to sign on sight. Tomorrow was the big day and at this rate, she wasn't going to make it.
"That's Ray?" Randy said under his breath to Jayson Reno.
"I guess." Jay looked at her. "Looks like we got a little competition in the looks department."
"Oh all we need is another damn pretty boy." Randy scowled. "What's up with all that damn hair? And braided down his back no less."
Ray looked up at Randy Orton and Christian. Holy shit, she thought, this is really going to happen.
"How you doing Ray?" Christian held his hand out to her, "I'm Jay, and this is Randy. He'll be sparring with you today."
She nodded to both of them; she didn't want to speak until after the match. And by the looks of things, Randy already didn't want to do this. He looked her over, shorts adorned her long sinewy legs, she had on t-shirt, over a wife beater, over a sports bra. She was trying to contain her breast at all costs today, and if he found out that she was a female, he might not to do it at all.
She climbed in the ring, taking her stance.
He's bigger than you Ray, you're going to have to be quick or he's going to kill you, she thought to herself.
"Ready?" Jay looked from Ray to Randy. "Ding, ding, ding."
She and Randy locked up; he twisted her arm around her back, causing her to have to bend at the waist. She reversed it, flipping him over her head and pinning him to the canvas with her elbow. He rolled over pushing her on her back, dropping an elbow over her chest. She leaped to her feet hitting him with a perfect standing side kick. He fell to his back, she climbed to the top rope executing a perfect shooting star press, a move in her opinion was the prettiest finisher in all of the business. She pinned him, stood and pulled him to his feet. He walked over to join Jay.
"Was it just me, or did I see boobs when he landed that move?" Randy asked Jay.
"I was getting ready to ask you the same thing." Jay said watching her tie her sneakers.
"Excuse me," Randy called over to her, "Is Ray short for something?"
Before she could answer, a round of applause interrupted her.
"That was excellent Ray, I think you might want to start thinking of what you want to call yourself." Vince told her as he handed her a contact to sign.
She blushed as she signed the contract. She had a few ideas flying through her head about what to call herself. Syren was a big one way at the top of the list.
"I'll do that." She told him regular voice.
"Whoa, whoa wait a minute." Vince raised his hands, "Wait a minute."
"Yes?" she couldn't hide the smile creeping around the corners of her full lips.
"What is your name?"
"Ray?"
"Your full name." he prompted.
"Ravyn Sari Jacobs."
"You're a chick?" Randy's mouth dropped.
"I am."
"Damn." Jay said.
"Oh girl, you're hired." Vince beamed.
"I'm lifting, damn." She said pushing the two hundred-pound bar above her head.
"Good, give me another one. Push it out."
She was going to kill him she had a feeling. Normally she didn't have a problem with being pushed like that. But her monthly friend was in town, with all of her monstrous visitor, so right now benching two-pounds was a little difficult.
"Last one Ray, push."
Sweat rolled down her face in pools as she benched the last time, she sat up as he handed her a towel.
"Not bad," Corey told her. "You think you ready?"
She nodded solemnly. These days she just didn't know. She thought about her mom a lot, not Lydia but her mom, Sari. She wondered if she was proud of her, if she approved of what she was doing. If she still watched her.
"Come on Ray." Corey prompted, "We got thirty minutes on the treadmill and then we are home free love."
She nodded and followed suit. She climbed on the treadmill, set it on high and began running, she imagined that she was running free, running away from everything. She didn't even notice that room had started spinning around her.
"Ray, what the hell are you doing?" Corey yelled.
The colors surrounded her like her mother's embrace. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the high power of these colors swarming in her head. Before she knew she was no longer running, she was lying on the floor beside the treadmill, Coach and Corey standing over her.
"Quick, call an ambulance." Coached yelled, "Ray, Ray, can you hear me honey? Say something Ray."
Jim Ross sat across from Vince McMahon in Georgia Dome in Atlanta, Georgia.
"I tell you Vince, he's as good a wrestler as I've seen in a long time."
"I trust you Jim," Vince leaned back in his chair, "Ray you say his name is."
"Yeah, got real long hair though, about ass length," J.R. chuckled, "I told his coach, he'd probably have to cut it."
"Well probably just a little, but we'll deal with that later. First I'll have to see this kid in action. How about this, we'll be out that way again shortly, say we get him together with say, " Vince scratched his chin, "with say Orton or Cena, and we'll see where it goes."
"Yeah, those guys seem to be right in his weight range."
"Good, then set that up, we'll iron out the details with the boys after the show."
"Good deal." J.R. stood up.
"Thank you J.R."
"Man this is bullshit!" Randy Orton yelled.
"What man?" He and John Cena stood in front of the weight room stretching before going in.
"Man instead of going home, I got to fly to Boston to spar with this new kid, 'Ray',"
"Yeah, I heard about that," Adam chimed in as he walked to join them. "The girls are going crazy over his picture already. Say he's real exotic looking." He rolled his eyes.
"Well I don't give a damn how he looks. I'm going in there, I'm going to kill this little squirt and I'm out of there. Cutting in my damn vacation time."
"Well if you want me too," Adam suggested, "I can go."
"Nah, that's okay." Randy sighed, "Vince asked for me especially."
"Well consider it an honor," Adam said, "He thinks that high of you to show this new kid a thing or two."
Randy thought about it, he never considered it that way. Maybe Adam was right.
"You know." He said finally, "I think you might be on to something."
"Come on guys, let's go do this." John said opening the gym door.
The guys walked into the gym together and began their workout regiment.
"Hey guys," Mark Calloway towered above them.
"Hey Mark," the guys greeted them.
"Hey Orton, I heard about your match with the new kid. Take it easy on him, eh?"
"Hey," Orton smirked, "no one ever gets into this business by taking it easy."
Mark smirked back, "You're right. But still."
"Yeah, 'Take, I hear you."
Ray opened her eyes and looked up into Kevin's big green ones.
"Hey daddy Kay," she said weakly.
"Let this be a lesson to you young lady, you will eat a little more now, won't you?"
"Yes dad." She looked around, "Where is Corey?"
"Gone to get you a cookies and cream Mc Flurry."
She sighed, "My favorite."
"That brother of yours," he rolled his eyes, "I swear.
"Where's mom?"
"Oh she's at home, you're ready to come home, so we'll tell her about all of this hubbub when we get home, k?"
"K." she said back.
A monstrous cramp tore through her body; she curled up into the fetal position.
"Oh and that's another thing. They are going to start giving you Anaprox for those cramps, they are part of the problem wouldn't you say?"
She nodded; she would take anything to get rid of these damned things. She knew they would be what killed her.
They walked into the house together, momma Lydia cooking and singing, her normal ritual for the afternoon.
"Ray," she said, "I swear, no wonder people think you are a boy. By the way that man from the WWE headquarters called."
"Mom, not today. Ray has had a hell of a day. She just got out of the hospital."
"The hospital? What in the world was she doing in there?"
"Low blood sugar, she fainted. Plus, her menstrual cramps aren't exactly durable."
"Yes, I know." She looked at Ray, "Are you okay honey?"
Ray nodded feebly, she just wanted to sleep. "What did the man say?"
"I wrote it down and put it on the night stand." She told her, "Well you march right up those steps and into bed young lady."
She would've marched to Mars if it meant she could lie down and sleep. The memo said that if Vince were impressed, he would have contracts to sign on sight. Tomorrow was the big day and at this rate, she wasn't going to make it.
"That's Ray?" Randy said under his breath to Jayson Reno.
"I guess." Jay looked at her. "Looks like we got a little competition in the looks department."
"Oh all we need is another damn pretty boy." Randy scowled. "What's up with all that damn hair? And braided down his back no less."
Ray looked up at Randy Orton and Christian. Holy shit, she thought, this is really going to happen.
"How you doing Ray?" Christian held his hand out to her, "I'm Jay, and this is Randy. He'll be sparring with you today."
She nodded to both of them; she didn't want to speak until after the match. And by the looks of things, Randy already didn't want to do this. He looked her over, shorts adorned her long sinewy legs, she had on t-shirt, over a wife beater, over a sports bra. She was trying to contain her breast at all costs today, and if he found out that she was a female, he might not to do it at all.
She climbed in the ring, taking her stance.
He's bigger than you Ray, you're going to have to be quick or he's going to kill you, she thought to herself.
"Ready?" Jay looked from Ray to Randy. "Ding, ding, ding."
She and Randy locked up; he twisted her arm around her back, causing her to have to bend at the waist. She reversed it, flipping him over her head and pinning him to the canvas with her elbow. He rolled over pushing her on her back, dropping an elbow over her chest. She leaped to her feet hitting him with a perfect standing side kick. He fell to his back, she climbed to the top rope executing a perfect shooting star press, a move in her opinion was the prettiest finisher in all of the business. She pinned him, stood and pulled him to his feet. He walked over to join Jay.
"Was it just me, or did I see boobs when he landed that move?" Randy asked Jay.
"I was getting ready to ask you the same thing." Jay said watching her tie her sneakers.
"Excuse me," Randy called over to her, "Is Ray short for something?"
Before she could answer, a round of applause interrupted her.
"That was excellent Ray, I think you might want to start thinking of what you want to call yourself." Vince told her as he handed her a contact to sign.
She blushed as she signed the contract. She had a few ideas flying through her head about what to call herself. Syren was a big one way at the top of the list.
"I'll do that." She told him regular voice.
"Whoa, whoa wait a minute." Vince raised his hands, "Wait a minute."
"Yes?" she couldn't hide the smile creeping around the corners of her full lips.
"What is your name?"
"Ray?"
"Your full name." he prompted.
"Ravyn Sari Jacobs."
"You're a chick?" Randy's mouth dropped.
"I am."
"Damn." Jay said.
"Oh girl, you're hired." Vince beamed.