A/N: Now do keep in mind, I don't own any of these WWE characters, though,
I wouldn't mind renting a few for a while. Hey when you review, let me
know how you really feel, and thanx to Phoenix you were my review, and a
positive one, go me!
"She's a damn chick!" Randy screamed in the locker room. The entire room, those that were present, thought it was hysterical; Randy himself was doubled over laughter. He looked up at Adam, Mark, Jay and John; "You should have seen my face when she went for that shoot star press. I swear, tits everywhere."
"And what's really funny is the divas really thought she was a guy, they were going all gah-gah over her."
"Are you serious?" Mark asked, "She's a female?"
"She's a woman and a sexy one too." Jay commented. "She's built like a brick shit house."
The guys laughed even harder, "You know what this means don't you?" John asked.
"What's that?" Mark asked.
"Randy got beat by a chick!" John smirked.
The guys doubled over with laughter, but Randy was no longer grinning. Ray was making quite an impact on the locker room and hadn't so much as stepped foot inside it. Wait until she actually gets in there. Let's see what kind of impact she makes once she's in there.
"It was so funny Core," Ray told her brother, "I went for a shooting star press, and my tank came up and then Randy's eyes were going to roll out of his head."
He laughed and shook his head, "You're really excited about this huh?"
"Stoked, to say the least." Ray told him. "So what is the family doing tonight?"
"We are going to take you out to dinner to celebrate your success, now go get dressed."
"Where are we going?"
"'Le Amour."
"Damn, that means I have to do the chick thing."
He placed his hand on her shoulder, "I hate to tell you this love, but you are a girl."
She laughed poking him in the chest.
"Don't you mock me you." She said, "Besides, why can't we go somewhere simple like TGI Friday's?"
"Oh right, like mom would be caught dead in Friday's," Corey rolled his eyes. "Now hurry up and get dressed, we're leaving in twenty minutes."
Ray watched him leave from her bed, she looked at her closet, looked at her wardrobe and then the wardrobe that Lydia has bought her. She hated those clothes, made her look like one of those feminine airheads she avoided all through high school.
"Ravyn! What in the world are you wearing?" Lydia squealed.
Ray looked down at herself, her baggy jeans rested down on her hips leaving her abs and belly ring in perfect view, her midriff wife beater she had snipped in a few places, hiding her breasts behind a blue sports bra, her boots were combat style, platform bringing her five eleven frame past six feet. She thought she looked fine.
"Le Amour is going to have a fit." Lydia turned her back, "You got to change, you can't wear that."
"Fine!" Ray said turning on her heel, running back up the steps, "Then you all can go celebrate without me."
They all watched her run up the steps. Kevin waited for the door to slam and for the music to start before turning on his wife.
"Damn it Lydia," He yelled, "You cannot keep doing that to her."
"Mom, this was her celebration," Corey whined, "all she wanted to do was go out and celebrate."
"Doing what?" Lydia yelled looking at her husband ignoring her son completely.
Kevin turned on his son, too angry to deal with his wife.
"Go find out what she wants to do Core," he handed his son his car keys, "Take her out and make sure she has a good time. Tell her that we are both proud of her."
"Okay dad." Corey didn't even look at his mom. He couldn't, after seeing what she has done to Ray over the years. Ray this, Ray that. No wonder she spent all her time with he and his dad. They were the only ones that made her feel human. Not like a charity project.
"Lydia, what are you doing to that girl?" Kevin asked his wife through strained teeth.
"Doing what I promised Sari, taking care of her little girl."
"Well that little girl, she's a woman now,"
"I would hardly call her a woman, did you happen to take a look at how she was dressed?!"
"I thought she looked fine,"
"Oh yeah Kevin, she looked fine with that jewel in her belly plain for everybody to see." Lydia screamed, "At least when she got her tongue done that could be hidden from view."
"Since when does your wardrobe define you being a woman?"
"Mom! Dad!" Corey tore down the steps.
"Do you think that if I went outside dressed like she did, the world would see me as a woman?"
"Ray doesn't give a damn about how the world sees her!"
"Mom! Dad! God damn it listen to me!"
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me young man,"
"Ray is gone."
"What?!" Lydia and Kevin screamed in unison.
"Her door was locked and when I finally pried it open, she was gone."
"Did she leave a note son?"
"Well there was something scrawled on a piece of paper."
"Well, what did it say?" Lydia demanded of him.
"Welcome to the Jungle."
"She's a damn chick!" Randy screamed in the locker room. The entire room, those that were present, thought it was hysterical; Randy himself was doubled over laughter. He looked up at Adam, Mark, Jay and John; "You should have seen my face when she went for that shoot star press. I swear, tits everywhere."
"And what's really funny is the divas really thought she was a guy, they were going all gah-gah over her."
"Are you serious?" Mark asked, "She's a female?"
"She's a woman and a sexy one too." Jay commented. "She's built like a brick shit house."
The guys laughed even harder, "You know what this means don't you?" John asked.
"What's that?" Mark asked.
"Randy got beat by a chick!" John smirked.
The guys doubled over with laughter, but Randy was no longer grinning. Ray was making quite an impact on the locker room and hadn't so much as stepped foot inside it. Wait until she actually gets in there. Let's see what kind of impact she makes once she's in there.
"It was so funny Core," Ray told her brother, "I went for a shooting star press, and my tank came up and then Randy's eyes were going to roll out of his head."
He laughed and shook his head, "You're really excited about this huh?"
"Stoked, to say the least." Ray told him. "So what is the family doing tonight?"
"We are going to take you out to dinner to celebrate your success, now go get dressed."
"Where are we going?"
"'Le Amour."
"Damn, that means I have to do the chick thing."
He placed his hand on her shoulder, "I hate to tell you this love, but you are a girl."
She laughed poking him in the chest.
"Don't you mock me you." She said, "Besides, why can't we go somewhere simple like TGI Friday's?"
"Oh right, like mom would be caught dead in Friday's," Corey rolled his eyes. "Now hurry up and get dressed, we're leaving in twenty minutes."
Ray watched him leave from her bed, she looked at her closet, looked at her wardrobe and then the wardrobe that Lydia has bought her. She hated those clothes, made her look like one of those feminine airheads she avoided all through high school.
"Ravyn! What in the world are you wearing?" Lydia squealed.
Ray looked down at herself, her baggy jeans rested down on her hips leaving her abs and belly ring in perfect view, her midriff wife beater she had snipped in a few places, hiding her breasts behind a blue sports bra, her boots were combat style, platform bringing her five eleven frame past six feet. She thought she looked fine.
"Le Amour is going to have a fit." Lydia turned her back, "You got to change, you can't wear that."
"Fine!" Ray said turning on her heel, running back up the steps, "Then you all can go celebrate without me."
They all watched her run up the steps. Kevin waited for the door to slam and for the music to start before turning on his wife.
"Damn it Lydia," He yelled, "You cannot keep doing that to her."
"Mom, this was her celebration," Corey whined, "all she wanted to do was go out and celebrate."
"Doing what?" Lydia yelled looking at her husband ignoring her son completely.
Kevin turned on his son, too angry to deal with his wife.
"Go find out what she wants to do Core," he handed his son his car keys, "Take her out and make sure she has a good time. Tell her that we are both proud of her."
"Okay dad." Corey didn't even look at his mom. He couldn't, after seeing what she has done to Ray over the years. Ray this, Ray that. No wonder she spent all her time with he and his dad. They were the only ones that made her feel human. Not like a charity project.
"Lydia, what are you doing to that girl?" Kevin asked his wife through strained teeth.
"Doing what I promised Sari, taking care of her little girl."
"Well that little girl, she's a woman now,"
"I would hardly call her a woman, did you happen to take a look at how she was dressed?!"
"I thought she looked fine,"
"Oh yeah Kevin, she looked fine with that jewel in her belly plain for everybody to see." Lydia screamed, "At least when she got her tongue done that could be hidden from view."
"Since when does your wardrobe define you being a woman?"
"Mom! Dad!" Corey tore down the steps.
"Do you think that if I went outside dressed like she did, the world would see me as a woman?"
"Ray doesn't give a damn about how the world sees her!"
"Mom! Dad! God damn it listen to me!"
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me young man,"
"Ray is gone."
"What?!" Lydia and Kevin screamed in unison.
"Her door was locked and when I finally pried it open, she was gone."
"Did she leave a note son?"
"Well there was something scrawled on a piece of paper."
"Well, what did it say?" Lydia demanded of him.
"Welcome to the Jungle."