Post by raYne on Dec 15, 2013 16:12:41 GMT -5
(EDiT: At first, I posted the second part of this as a match rp, but I don't want to enter pre-written material into my match work. So, I edited the first part of this, and deleted the second, then posted it as a reply. These two parts are extremely important to my plans for ONE, so I decided to post them together as my last C.D. piece for a couple of weeks. I'm really hoping it's ok that I post these, due to the significance they have pertaining to my role at ONE, my future... and hers. I'll try to pm Seth to make sure this is ok, but for now... here they are.)
[NOTE 2 EVERYONE: The following series of roleplays is compiled and edited from posts I made on the fed where raYne was killed... after being raped... after being called a 'worthless shemale'. I wanted to tell his story, and these are a few of the building blocks. I took out all the match / fed specific material, and am posting these STRICTLY as C.D. pieces, to tell a story. I'll be posting these leading into ONE. I will also be editing many parts to update them for WCF. The parts where raYne addresses Mod have JUST NOW been written, before I posted this. And I'll be adding completely new, fresh material after the initial posts are made. Truly hoping this is all ok.]
[SIDE-NOTE: When I begin writing my new work, I will be cutting down DRASTICALLY on ellipses (...) and I will also be sticking to a more 'novel' writing style, like a book would be written. So trust me, by now, I've realized the way I've always written doesn't cut it. I'll be working on that.]
PART ONE -- Like A Phoenix
=========================
"...i fell apart--
but got back up again..."
~ 30 Seconds To Mars
=========================
ooc -- the following... is raYne's last match.
... from xwf. the fed that killed him.
before calling me a 'worthless shemale'...
I felt it would be the perfect way to begin this piece.
Read on.
~ $hane
------------------------
-- xwf shove-it:
vive la revolution
9.22.13 --
-----------------------
- Christine Nash vs raYne -
Night fell on Chateau Bonaguil and pyros shot off from the top of the castle, the townsfolk and entertainers had come to the Castle on the hill for what was promised to be an amazing night. A camera panned in on Alexandra who was sitting on a throne, in the courtyard where a makeshift ring had been set up. She smiled evilly, and turned to Joy and Payne her special guests for the evening. They smiled back and she stood, lifting the microphone to her lips.
"Welcome everyone to Chateau Bonaguil. I promised everyone a night they wouldn't forget and I intend on giving it to you all. On with the show!"
The crowd went wild, cheering for her. She waved her hands and the first event went underway, as she returned to her throne, knowing what was coming next. She smiled up at Mystica who stood next to her, taking his hand. The woman and the she/he/thing circle each other as the flames roar at ringside. They are about to lock up when the man/lady holds his hand out in front of him as if to stop Nash. He reaches for a microphone, which is thrown towards him over the flames. He wipes his already sweating brow and lifts the mic to his lips.
RAYNE: Stop, Christie sweetheart, and hear me out! You may hate me, but iAm Rayne, and iAm going to fill you with happiness through the power of song!
With that, Rayne opens his mouth and begins to sing, Nash immediately hits a superkick, sending Rayne crashing to the floor! Before another word can be said, the lights suddenly go out, and a video plays on the XTron. The lights return to the arena, and in the ring stands Casey Jones, accompanied by Michael River! The flames have disappeared, and the eyes of everyone are on the four people inside the ring! River immediately lifts Rayne to his feet……..and delivers the Decisive Blow! Suddenly the entire XWF roster pours out of the locker room in a straight single file line! Into the ring slides Elisha, who, along with River, lifts Rayne to his feet, holding his arms back. Jones removes the glasses from his face, takes a step back………………………….AND STRIKES! JONES JUST HOOKED RAYNE IN THE GABBER M8! RAYNE FALLS LIKE A SACK OF SHIT! Jones and River silently exit the ring as Nathaniel Adolph Zachary Idenhaus slides in! He reaches into his pocket….AND TAKES OUT A MOTHERFUCKING STUN GUN! He immediately shocks Rayne to the floor, who twitches like a half-dead rabbit. NAZI IS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING ZONE TONIGHT! He bounces off the ropes before delivering THE FUHRER’S ELBOW! HE DAMN NEAR KILLED HIM! Now Archie Lawson has entered the ring and is accompanied by Smoke Man! Smoke Man lights a match while Archie sprays the deodorant can, creating a flame thrower-esque tool that burns the shit out of Rayne!
DID SOMEBODY ORDER BARBEQUED SHEMALE?!
Rayne screams in agony as the TIGRIS CORPORATION make their way to the ring. The roster parts as two masked men storm the ring and beat the living shite out of Rayne with nightsticks! They halt the beating momentarily as another man enters the ring and stands over the fallen Rayne…..before STABBING HIM IN THE NECK WITH A SYRINGE! Rayne froths at the mouth and convulses as the others look on gleefully! NAZI in particular stares with a fondness as the unnamed man continues the work of the famous Dr Joseph Mengele! WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!?!?!?! HULK HOGAN IS HERE! HULK HOGAN! HULK HOGAN! HOGAN RUSHES INTO THE RING AND NAILS THE TWITCHING RAYNE WITH A BIG BOOT! WHAT’S THIS?! NAZI HAS ENTERED THE RING AS WELL! HOGAN AND NAZI BOTH HIT THE ROPES………………….. AND NAIL A DOUBLE LEG DROP! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS RAYNE IS BROKEN IN HALF! Hogan and Nazi exit the ring…as JOHN BLACK ENTERS! He straps a rucksack to Rayne’s leg and exits the ring. Well that didn’t seem very violent. What a let down. Wait a minute…WHAT’S THAT?! It’s J.I.H.A.D.!
JIHAD: DEATH TO THE INFIDELS!
JIHAD pushes a button on his wrist….AND TAKES RAYNE’S LEG CLEAN OFF! The man-lady howls in pain, crying like a little bitch! We look to the left and HERE THEY COME! IT’S THE DREAM TEAM! BARNEY MOTHERFUCKING GREEN IS BACK, AND HE’S WITH CRIMSON DONG! Green wastes no time in entering the ring, and he puts RAYNE IN THE ANAL SEX CAMEL CLUTCH! Rayne starts to scream in pain, but he is soon silenced… BY CRIMSON DONG’S MASSIVE SCHLONG! Dong cockslaps Rayne into the next motherfucking century! Holy shit! The two are really going at it, before they leave to go and fuck some trannies, yo’. Micah and Zak Misery enter the ring and push Rayne out, blood dripping from gaping hole where his leg should be. They drag him slowly, agonisingly to the top of the stage where Alexandra has stepped down off her throne, removing the cover from the Guillotine, as if she was channeling King Madison. HOLY SHIT! IT’S ALEXANDRA CALLAWAY! AND SHE HAS THE GUILLOTINE! Rayne’s head is placed slowly into the guillotine as Callaway looks on with a smile. He looks up helplessly and opens his mouth. Callaway listens carefully for an apology.
RAYNE: iAm who iAm honey, iWas born this way!
"And I am who I am!"
He tries to make a heart symbol with his fingers, but Callaway pulls the lever! The guillotine blade slams down and takes Rayne’s head clean off! Archie Lawson runs up and kicks Rayne’s head to Smoke Man, who passes it to John Black. They’re using it like a soccer ball! Everyone at ringside cheers, as the screen fades to black…
WINNER:
Everyone in the fed.
= = = = = = = = = =
'There was truth.
There was consequence.
Against you... a weak defense.
'...Then there's me.
I'm seventeen...
Looking for a fight.'
He woke up. Sweat pouring down his face. Every night, for the past three months-- the same dream. A vision of an ending. A gruesome, violent ending. It haunted him. Face buried in the palms of his hands, he breathed rapidly, feeling every part of his body tense up. He couldn't calm down. He couldn't slow the beating of his own heart. His mouth was dry. His stomach churned. He felt dizzy.
He collapsed to the side of the bed.
'All my life I was never there...
Just a ghost running scared.
Here our dreams aren't made–
'They're won.'
He woke up. Again. But this time, his eyes darted around the room... and he found himself on a couch. Blanket drawn across his chest, and a hand holding a warm rag to his forehead. He slowly regained his full vision, through a haze, he saw him. His long time companion--
Tony Spaghetti.
"Reeve, ya GOTTA start takin' care ah yah-self, bro. You're seriously lettin' yah-self go, ovah here. I don't wanna lose you, Reevie. Not after thirteen years together."
"Tony...", raYne licked his lips, trying desperately to reduce the dryness in his throat. "Tony, you KNOW I hate that name... 'Reeve'." Hearing himself utter this name, he shudders. The past still etched in the back of his mind.
"I know. I know ya do... I'm sorry. '$hane', I am. But the fact remains. You're killin' yah-self. And I don't just mean physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. You're neglecting yourself. And you're tearin' yah-self down. And I fucking hate to see this, $hane. I seriously do. I dunno if I can handle seeing you slowly creep closer and closer to death. I just--"
"Tony..." raYne looks up at his companion. Gazing lovingly into his eyes, and trying his best to muster up a reassuring smile. He whispers. "...I know." raYne nods his head, taking Tony's hand, weakly. He then slowly shakes his head. "Don't worry. I'm not done yet. No matter what brings me down... even if it's the person staring back at me in my reflection...
"... I always rise back up.
Better than ever before.
And ready for a fight."
'Bought my fate straight from hell.
Second sight has paid off well.
For a mother, a brother, and me.
'The silver of a lake at night...
The hills of Hollywood on fire...
A boulevard of hope and dreams.
'Streets made of desire.'
~ ? ~
@southernrogue
Ya know, I'm beginning to like this new guy raYne... Now let's see what he can do in the ring...
Saturday -- Nov. 30th, 2013 -- 5:55pm [CST]
Nowhere, Oklahoma
The scene opens... to the Apollo. Yes, THAT 'Apollo'. THE Apollo. raYne is standing outside, trying to get in... his hair is straightened, he's wearing a pair of shredded jeans, a dark brown shirt with the 'Anarchy' symbol emblazoned across the front in white stitching... and he wears a spiked choker. As well as a pair of dirty black & white sneakers. He looks much less feminine this go 'round... playing toward his masculine side. He steps up to the bouncer...
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, YO! Wassup homie! Wassup G-Dawg?! Wassup mah NIGGA'?!"
At this, the bouncer's eyes become as wide as saucers, and he heaves raYne to the cement on his ass. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, WHITE BOY!!!", screams the bouncer.
raYne is left in a crumpled heap. He looks slowly toward the camera... "Moddie-- does that prove anything to you? I hope it does... cuz that shit hurt." After a few moments of introducing himself to the sidewalk, face to... gravel... he begins to pick himself back up to his feet. He dusts himself off, before shoving his hands into his pockets, and then begins trekking along the path. As he walks, he speaks, "Mod? Words hurt. Maybe-- NOT as much as getting your body driven into concrete..." raYne stops, and turns his eye to the camera, his expression becoming much more serious "...but they do. You may claim that it's nothing more than whining over the little things. But it's the little things that matter. They're the things that alter a person's mindset. What's small to you, can mean the WORLD to another." raYne's eyes burn with intensity, as he shakes his head, looking back down at the sidewalk below. "You just don't get it. But you will... soon enough."
raYne reaches the end of the sidewalk, and looks across the street-- he finds a woman, struggling to get a hefty load of groceries into her car. She is a bit of a plain jane... but she seems kind, sweet, and gentle-hearted. In her late 20's, and with a bit of a nerdy appearance... $hane smiles to himself. He begins to walk in her direction, speaking while he makes his way.
"By the way? I see how you're confused. Referring to me as a he/she, and 'it'. I am androgynous. I am both femme... and masculine. My gender changes just as quickly as my mood does-- like the wind. Prior to this promo, I've shown mostly my feminine side. But that, dear Moddie..." raYne peers off to the side, at the camera "...is only one side of the coin. So, you refer to me as an 'it'... Moddie, I am much more than a 'he/she'. Or a 'shemale'.
"... iAm an entity. All that you can imagine, rolled into One. iAm The Storm. I am The Show. I am darkness and light. Wrong and right. Saint and sin. Beginning and end. Every color of the spectrum. You can hurl your names, your insults... but I shall take them, I shall plant them, and they shall grow. And they shall become fuel. For that eventual moment, where I stand across from you, as you underestimate me. As you DOUBT me. As oh so many have done before you. The thing is... I'll be honest.
"I always lived up to their doubt.
... but no more."
$hane sighs, before continuing to walk. He eventually reaches the woman, and smiles at her... nodding toward the bags of groceries. The gal gives a warm smile, and the two begin to pack the bags into the back of the car. After a few moments of working together, the two have completed the task, and the gal asks $hane if there's anything she could do for him in return. "Well," responds $hane, "I'm free tomorrow-- Sunday night. I'd love someone to have dinner with. I've been awfully lonely lately... I could use a friend."
The woman nods her head, the smile beaming brightly, as she speaks, "Not a problem. I'm new in town."
$hane chuckles lightly. "So, in need of a tour guide, eh? It'd be an honor."
The woman's smile becomes even more radiant. "I'm sure you know all of the best spots in town. I could really go for some Italian."
$hane giggles at this, shaking his head, a grin spread across his face. He bites his lip, thinking about how ironic that statement is, given his long-time 'companion'. He speaks. "... Believe it or not, I was thinking the exact same thing."
The gal smiles. She writes down her name, and tells $hane to look for her on Skype... they could continue the conversation as soon as they both arrived home. $hane takes the slip of paper, and tells the lady, "I'd like nothing more. Thank you, darlin'." The woman blushes, but only a bit... before waving, and taking to her vehicle. As she drives off toward home, $hane looks off in her direction... then at the camera. "Mod... seriously. You know NOTHING about me.
"But you will."
raYne continues to smile, before heading down the block... towards his home. Not the cabin, seen in his previous promo... for that, as well as the raYne Forest, is far behind him now... and there's no telling when he'll return once again. For now... he's heading toward Mac Manor.
~ ? ~
*30 minutes later*
We find $hane standing within the confines of his personal library, somewhere inside the inner sanctum of 'Mac Manor'. Over his ten+ years in the business, $hane has amassed a decent amount of cash. And with it, he's managed to make a nice home for himself. A place that many could only dream of. The economy took a toll on his bank account, as well as his lifestyle... but he's made do. And by "make do"... I mean the guy's got a damned Church inside his house. Yes... a Church. And I don't just mean a room with a couple of benches, a podium, and a tray with crackers & grape juice... But that's a story for another time.
raYne rifles through a few books upon one of the shelves... before coming upon one book in particular. The title reads, "The NeverEnding Epic"... he flips through the pages, but after only a handful... the pages run blank. He speaks without turning toward the camera. "Mod. In my career, I've managed to make a rewarding life for myself. And when I look through history, there are many others, just like me, that have carved their names into the books of time. They were idols. Not quitters", at this raYne turns a vile eye toward the camera. The hate burns within, despite The Storm battling to rid it from himself... It still remains.
"Maurice Sendak. Dorothy Allison. Gregory Maguire. Harvey Fierstein. Bret Easton Ellis. Truman Capote. Virginia Woolf. All authors. All members of the LGBT community. All icons. As are countless more... one of my GREATEST passions is reading. And writing. And this book I hold within my hands is a testament to that. And yet," raYne glances toward the plethora of empty pages held within his hands, "It is also a testament to my loss of passion...", he looks back into the camera's lens. "... but that is all coming to an end. For you see... that fire that once burned inside of me? It's been reignited... and I will NOT allow it to diminish this time. It will only burn brighter, and more brilliantly by the day. Action. That is my new motto. I've always lived by the word 'Believe'. But, there is more to it than that. Believe it...
"... and BE it."
raYne's eyes seemingly burn a hole through the camera, as he takes a deep breath-- before releasing. "iAm pure for iAm void of hate... and iAm strong BECAUSE of my weaknesses. And the mere fact I've overcome them," raYne slams the book shut, and glares into the camera.
"Soon... you will have a new name to refer to me as.
Victor.
And I don't mean Hugo."
raYne places the book down upon the surface of a table. He runs his fingers alongside the table's edge, as he slowly walks, speaking all the while, anger brimming in his tone "I see a match between the two of us on the horizon. It is inevitable. It is unavoidable."
raYne stops pacing. And turns an eye to the camera.
"... A Storm is Brewing.
And you BETTER be prepared."
With this, raYne brushes past the camera, which pans down upon the book's cover, resting upon the table.
The NeverEnding Epic
by Reeve Gordon
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
"Why is it that a raven is like a writing desk?
The Truth is... while the raven soars...
... the desk allows one's imagination to do the same."
~ Lewis Carrol... as answered by me.
But of course... it's only an opinion.
[NOTE 2 EVERYONE: The following series of roleplays is compiled and edited from posts I made on the fed where raYne was killed... after being raped... after being called a 'worthless shemale'. I wanted to tell his story, and these are a few of the building blocks. I took out all the match / fed specific material, and am posting these STRICTLY as C.D. pieces, to tell a story. I'll be posting these leading into ONE. I will also be editing many parts to update them for WCF. The parts where raYne addresses Mod have JUST NOW been written, before I posted this. And I'll be adding completely new, fresh material after the initial posts are made. Truly hoping this is all ok.]
[SIDE-NOTE: When I begin writing my new work, I will be cutting down DRASTICALLY on ellipses (...) and I will also be sticking to a more 'novel' writing style, like a book would be written. So trust me, by now, I've realized the way I've always written doesn't cut it. I'll be working on that.]
PART ONE -- Like A Phoenix
=========================
"...i fell apart--
but got back up again..."
~ 30 Seconds To Mars
=========================
ooc -- the following... is raYne's last match.
... from xwf. the fed that killed him.
before calling me a 'worthless shemale'...
I felt it would be the perfect way to begin this piece.
Read on.
~ $hane
------------------------
-- xwf shove-it:
vive la revolution
9.22.13 --
-----------------------
- Christine Nash vs raYne -
Night fell on Chateau Bonaguil and pyros shot off from the top of the castle, the townsfolk and entertainers had come to the Castle on the hill for what was promised to be an amazing night. A camera panned in on Alexandra who was sitting on a throne, in the courtyard where a makeshift ring had been set up. She smiled evilly, and turned to Joy and Payne her special guests for the evening. They smiled back and she stood, lifting the microphone to her lips.
"Welcome everyone to Chateau Bonaguil. I promised everyone a night they wouldn't forget and I intend on giving it to you all. On with the show!"
The crowd went wild, cheering for her. She waved her hands and the first event went underway, as she returned to her throne, knowing what was coming next. She smiled up at Mystica who stood next to her, taking his hand. The woman and the she/he/thing circle each other as the flames roar at ringside. They are about to lock up when the man/lady holds his hand out in front of him as if to stop Nash. He reaches for a microphone, which is thrown towards him over the flames. He wipes his already sweating brow and lifts the mic to his lips.
RAYNE: Stop, Christie sweetheart, and hear me out! You may hate me, but iAm Rayne, and iAm going to fill you with happiness through the power of song!
With that, Rayne opens his mouth and begins to sing, Nash immediately hits a superkick, sending Rayne crashing to the floor! Before another word can be said, the lights suddenly go out, and a video plays on the XTron. The lights return to the arena, and in the ring stands Casey Jones, accompanied by Michael River! The flames have disappeared, and the eyes of everyone are on the four people inside the ring! River immediately lifts Rayne to his feet……..and delivers the Decisive Blow! Suddenly the entire XWF roster pours out of the locker room in a straight single file line! Into the ring slides Elisha, who, along with River, lifts Rayne to his feet, holding his arms back. Jones removes the glasses from his face, takes a step back………………………….AND STRIKES! JONES JUST HOOKED RAYNE IN THE GABBER M8! RAYNE FALLS LIKE A SACK OF SHIT! Jones and River silently exit the ring as Nathaniel Adolph Zachary Idenhaus slides in! He reaches into his pocket….AND TAKES OUT A MOTHERFUCKING STUN GUN! He immediately shocks Rayne to the floor, who twitches like a half-dead rabbit. NAZI IS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING ZONE TONIGHT! He bounces off the ropes before delivering THE FUHRER’S ELBOW! HE DAMN NEAR KILLED HIM! Now Archie Lawson has entered the ring and is accompanied by Smoke Man! Smoke Man lights a match while Archie sprays the deodorant can, creating a flame thrower-esque tool that burns the shit out of Rayne!
DID SOMEBODY ORDER BARBEQUED SHEMALE?!
Rayne screams in agony as the TIGRIS CORPORATION make their way to the ring. The roster parts as two masked men storm the ring and beat the living shite out of Rayne with nightsticks! They halt the beating momentarily as another man enters the ring and stands over the fallen Rayne…..before STABBING HIM IN THE NECK WITH A SYRINGE! Rayne froths at the mouth and convulses as the others look on gleefully! NAZI in particular stares with a fondness as the unnamed man continues the work of the famous Dr Joseph Mengele! WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!?!?!?! HULK HOGAN IS HERE! HULK HOGAN! HULK HOGAN! HOGAN RUSHES INTO THE RING AND NAILS THE TWITCHING RAYNE WITH A BIG BOOT! WHAT’S THIS?! NAZI HAS ENTERED THE RING AS WELL! HOGAN AND NAZI BOTH HIT THE ROPES………………….. AND NAIL A DOUBLE LEG DROP! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS RAYNE IS BROKEN IN HALF! Hogan and Nazi exit the ring…as JOHN BLACK ENTERS! He straps a rucksack to Rayne’s leg and exits the ring. Well that didn’t seem very violent. What a let down. Wait a minute…WHAT’S THAT?! It’s J.I.H.A.D.!
JIHAD: DEATH TO THE INFIDELS!
JIHAD pushes a button on his wrist….AND TAKES RAYNE’S LEG CLEAN OFF! The man-lady howls in pain, crying like a little bitch! We look to the left and HERE THEY COME! IT’S THE DREAM TEAM! BARNEY MOTHERFUCKING GREEN IS BACK, AND HE’S WITH CRIMSON DONG! Green wastes no time in entering the ring, and he puts RAYNE IN THE ANAL SEX CAMEL CLUTCH! Rayne starts to scream in pain, but he is soon silenced… BY CRIMSON DONG’S MASSIVE SCHLONG! Dong cockslaps Rayne into the next motherfucking century! Holy shit! The two are really going at it, before they leave to go and fuck some trannies, yo’. Micah and Zak Misery enter the ring and push Rayne out, blood dripping from gaping hole where his leg should be. They drag him slowly, agonisingly to the top of the stage where Alexandra has stepped down off her throne, removing the cover from the Guillotine, as if she was channeling King Madison. HOLY SHIT! IT’S ALEXANDRA CALLAWAY! AND SHE HAS THE GUILLOTINE! Rayne’s head is placed slowly into the guillotine as Callaway looks on with a smile. He looks up helplessly and opens his mouth. Callaway listens carefully for an apology.
RAYNE: iAm who iAm honey, iWas born this way!
"And I am who I am!"
He tries to make a heart symbol with his fingers, but Callaway pulls the lever! The guillotine blade slams down and takes Rayne’s head clean off! Archie Lawson runs up and kicks Rayne’s head to Smoke Man, who passes it to John Black. They’re using it like a soccer ball! Everyone at ringside cheers, as the screen fades to black…
WINNER:
Everyone in the fed.
= = = = = = = = = =
'There was truth.
There was consequence.
Against you... a weak defense.
'...Then there's me.
I'm seventeen...
Looking for a fight.'
He woke up. Sweat pouring down his face. Every night, for the past three months-- the same dream. A vision of an ending. A gruesome, violent ending. It haunted him. Face buried in the palms of his hands, he breathed rapidly, feeling every part of his body tense up. He couldn't calm down. He couldn't slow the beating of his own heart. His mouth was dry. His stomach churned. He felt dizzy.
He collapsed to the side of the bed.
'All my life I was never there...
Just a ghost running scared.
Here our dreams aren't made–
'They're won.'
He woke up. Again. But this time, his eyes darted around the room... and he found himself on a couch. Blanket drawn across his chest, and a hand holding a warm rag to his forehead. He slowly regained his full vision, through a haze, he saw him. His long time companion--
Tony Spaghetti.
"Reeve, ya GOTTA start takin' care ah yah-self, bro. You're seriously lettin' yah-self go, ovah here. I don't wanna lose you, Reevie. Not after thirteen years together."
"Tony...", raYne licked his lips, trying desperately to reduce the dryness in his throat. "Tony, you KNOW I hate that name... 'Reeve'." Hearing himself utter this name, he shudders. The past still etched in the back of his mind.
"I know. I know ya do... I'm sorry. '$hane', I am. But the fact remains. You're killin' yah-self. And I don't just mean physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. You're neglecting yourself. And you're tearin' yah-self down. And I fucking hate to see this, $hane. I seriously do. I dunno if I can handle seeing you slowly creep closer and closer to death. I just--"
"Tony..." raYne looks up at his companion. Gazing lovingly into his eyes, and trying his best to muster up a reassuring smile. He whispers. "...I know." raYne nods his head, taking Tony's hand, weakly. He then slowly shakes his head. "Don't worry. I'm not done yet. No matter what brings me down... even if it's the person staring back at me in my reflection...
"... I always rise back up.
Better than ever before.
And ready for a fight."
'Bought my fate straight from hell.
Second sight has paid off well.
For a mother, a brother, and me.
'The silver of a lake at night...
The hills of Hollywood on fire...
A boulevard of hope and dreams.
'Streets made of desire.'
~ ? ~
Ya know, I'm beginning to like this new guy raYne... Now let's see what he can do in the ring...
Saturday -- Nov. 30th, 2013 -- 5:55pm [CST]
Nowhere, Oklahoma
The scene opens... to the Apollo. Yes, THAT 'Apollo'. THE Apollo. raYne is standing outside, trying to get in... his hair is straightened, he's wearing a pair of shredded jeans, a dark brown shirt with the 'Anarchy' symbol emblazoned across the front in white stitching... and he wears a spiked choker. As well as a pair of dirty black & white sneakers. He looks much less feminine this go 'round... playing toward his masculine side. He steps up to the bouncer...
"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, YO! Wassup homie! Wassup G-Dawg?! Wassup mah NIGGA'?!"
At this, the bouncer's eyes become as wide as saucers, and he heaves raYne to the cement on his ass. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, WHITE BOY!!!", screams the bouncer.
raYne is left in a crumpled heap. He looks slowly toward the camera... "Moddie-- does that prove anything to you? I hope it does... cuz that shit hurt." After a few moments of introducing himself to the sidewalk, face to... gravel... he begins to pick himself back up to his feet. He dusts himself off, before shoving his hands into his pockets, and then begins trekking along the path. As he walks, he speaks, "Mod? Words hurt. Maybe-- NOT as much as getting your body driven into concrete..." raYne stops, and turns his eye to the camera, his expression becoming much more serious "...but they do. You may claim that it's nothing more than whining over the little things. But it's the little things that matter. They're the things that alter a person's mindset. What's small to you, can mean the WORLD to another." raYne's eyes burn with intensity, as he shakes his head, looking back down at the sidewalk below. "You just don't get it. But you will... soon enough."
raYne reaches the end of the sidewalk, and looks across the street-- he finds a woman, struggling to get a hefty load of groceries into her car. She is a bit of a plain jane... but she seems kind, sweet, and gentle-hearted. In her late 20's, and with a bit of a nerdy appearance... $hane smiles to himself. He begins to walk in her direction, speaking while he makes his way.
"By the way? I see how you're confused. Referring to me as a he/she, and 'it'. I am androgynous. I am both femme... and masculine. My gender changes just as quickly as my mood does-- like the wind. Prior to this promo, I've shown mostly my feminine side. But that, dear Moddie..." raYne peers off to the side, at the camera "...is only one side of the coin. So, you refer to me as an 'it'... Moddie, I am much more than a 'he/she'. Or a 'shemale'.
"... iAm an entity. All that you can imagine, rolled into One. iAm The Storm. I am The Show. I am darkness and light. Wrong and right. Saint and sin. Beginning and end. Every color of the spectrum. You can hurl your names, your insults... but I shall take them, I shall plant them, and they shall grow. And they shall become fuel. For that eventual moment, where I stand across from you, as you underestimate me. As you DOUBT me. As oh so many have done before you. The thing is... I'll be honest.
"I always lived up to their doubt.
... but no more."
$hane sighs, before continuing to walk. He eventually reaches the woman, and smiles at her... nodding toward the bags of groceries. The gal gives a warm smile, and the two begin to pack the bags into the back of the car. After a few moments of working together, the two have completed the task, and the gal asks $hane if there's anything she could do for him in return. "Well," responds $hane, "I'm free tomorrow-- Sunday night. I'd love someone to have dinner with. I've been awfully lonely lately... I could use a friend."
The woman nods her head, the smile beaming brightly, as she speaks, "Not a problem. I'm new in town."
$hane chuckles lightly. "So, in need of a tour guide, eh? It'd be an honor."
The woman's smile becomes even more radiant. "I'm sure you know all of the best spots in town. I could really go for some Italian."
$hane giggles at this, shaking his head, a grin spread across his face. He bites his lip, thinking about how ironic that statement is, given his long-time 'companion'. He speaks. "... Believe it or not, I was thinking the exact same thing."
The gal smiles. She writes down her name, and tells $hane to look for her on Skype... they could continue the conversation as soon as they both arrived home. $hane takes the slip of paper, and tells the lady, "I'd like nothing more. Thank you, darlin'." The woman blushes, but only a bit... before waving, and taking to her vehicle. As she drives off toward home, $hane looks off in her direction... then at the camera. "Mod... seriously. You know NOTHING about me.
"But you will."
raYne continues to smile, before heading down the block... towards his home. Not the cabin, seen in his previous promo... for that, as well as the raYne Forest, is far behind him now... and there's no telling when he'll return once again. For now... he's heading toward Mac Manor.
~ ? ~
*30 minutes later*
We find $hane standing within the confines of his personal library, somewhere inside the inner sanctum of 'Mac Manor'. Over his ten+ years in the business, $hane has amassed a decent amount of cash. And with it, he's managed to make a nice home for himself. A place that many could only dream of. The economy took a toll on his bank account, as well as his lifestyle... but he's made do. And by "make do"... I mean the guy's got a damned Church inside his house. Yes... a Church. And I don't just mean a room with a couple of benches, a podium, and a tray with crackers & grape juice... But that's a story for another time.
raYne rifles through a few books upon one of the shelves... before coming upon one book in particular. The title reads, "The NeverEnding Epic"... he flips through the pages, but after only a handful... the pages run blank. He speaks without turning toward the camera. "Mod. In my career, I've managed to make a rewarding life for myself. And when I look through history, there are many others, just like me, that have carved their names into the books of time. They were idols. Not quitters", at this raYne turns a vile eye toward the camera. The hate burns within, despite The Storm battling to rid it from himself... It still remains.
"Maurice Sendak. Dorothy Allison. Gregory Maguire. Harvey Fierstein. Bret Easton Ellis. Truman Capote. Virginia Woolf. All authors. All members of the LGBT community. All icons. As are countless more... one of my GREATEST passions is reading. And writing. And this book I hold within my hands is a testament to that. And yet," raYne glances toward the plethora of empty pages held within his hands, "It is also a testament to my loss of passion...", he looks back into the camera's lens. "... but that is all coming to an end. For you see... that fire that once burned inside of me? It's been reignited... and I will NOT allow it to diminish this time. It will only burn brighter, and more brilliantly by the day. Action. That is my new motto. I've always lived by the word 'Believe'. But, there is more to it than that. Believe it...
"... and BE it."
raYne's eyes seemingly burn a hole through the camera, as he takes a deep breath-- before releasing. "iAm pure for iAm void of hate... and iAm strong BECAUSE of my weaknesses. And the mere fact I've overcome them," raYne slams the book shut, and glares into the camera.
"Soon... you will have a new name to refer to me as.
Victor.
And I don't mean Hugo."
raYne places the book down upon the surface of a table. He runs his fingers alongside the table's edge, as he slowly walks, speaking all the while, anger brimming in his tone "I see a match between the two of us on the horizon. It is inevitable. It is unavoidable."
raYne stops pacing. And turns an eye to the camera.
"... A Storm is Brewing.
And you BETTER be prepared."
With this, raYne brushes past the camera, which pans down upon the book's cover, resting upon the table.
The NeverEnding Epic
by Reeve Gordon
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"Why is it that a raven is like a writing desk?
The Truth is... while the raven soars...
... the desk allows one's imagination to do the same."
~ Lewis Carrol... as answered by me.
But of course... it's only an opinion.
