Ravenna vs Rhonin

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Contract or Crash Match
Ravenna vs Rhonin

Deadline: 3-18-14 at Midnight CST


Story: Will be posted later tonight/tomorrow.

[Roxxie Roberts]

OOC Note: I apologize for not "colour" coding my roleplay to make it an easier read!



(Wednesday, March 12th - 2:00pm)

It has been a long time since I felt my nerves flare up. I don't remember it being as bad as it does right now, then again doesn't every time feel like the worst? My palms were clammy to touch, my legs bounced as I sat on the edge of my seat. This was stupid, or at least I believed it was. I rose from my seat on the ropes, and paced the gym's ring.

I felt as though I was in a state of panic, like I was responsible for diffusing a nuclear bomb. There was only one thing I was scared about, one thing I thought would happen... about to finish my opponent off.... then... blackout. So far every time I attempted to train, improve my game, work off my rust... and it's a constant re-run... different images, different memories rising to the surface as I slip from task and into unconsciousness.

I swallowed hard, remembering the past. The past that came back to haunt me day in and day out. I will always feel that regret, the guilt, the anguish I had caused... not just to him, but to myself. I suppose I will never let it down, never let myself heal old wounds and move on. My only course of action it seems is to continue to create more wounds with the endless web of lies.

BAMMM!!!

I bounce back off the ring post after slamming it with a double kick. So far the only point to training was to battle my inner demons, to keep them at bay and work out the frustration and anger I held against myself. I rub my fingers against my palms, the black leather gloves now suctioned to my hands. I tensed up my neck and rolled my shoulders back.

Despite my fear of executing air attacks because of my blackouts; I need to keep attempting. If I didn't, then Leo Banks would definitely be cashing me out tonight... I take in a deep breath, and run for the opposite turnbuckle as if attacking my opponent. Jumping up on to the top of the turnbuckle with a spin I kneel down but only for a moment before pushing myself up to attempt a practice shot of a shooting star press; but without fail a loose lace from my boot catches the ropes and turnbuckle and sends me forward.

With only a split second before I crash face first in to the ring matt, I look up to a distressed Rhonin running to the gym ring attempting to intercept my fall. I felt my face connect with the matt and I blacked out.. my eyes closed I slipped out of consciousness. My mind was clouded, and my body felt numb for a moment. Was I going in to shock? Did I paralyze myself...

I felt two strong thick arms slip under my neck, one hand cradling my head, and the other cradling my shoulder. I could hear him calling out to me... but what was he saying..

"Ravenna.... RAVENNAAA!" he called out worried.

I groggily open my eyes for a moment looking up at him through blurred vision, short blonde hair, handsome blue eyes and my heart pounds. I close my eyes again and moan from pain before looking back up at him. Could this be true, could he really be here, did he find me? I raise my hand slowly and cup my palm to his cheek. Rhonin freezes and looks at my intently saying nothing..

"I can't... believe it is you..." I whisper under my breath. He cocks his head back a bit in confusion. "I... It's me.... Rox..," I breath heavily, "...Roxxie.." I stop momentarily to lift my head and press my lips against his. Rhonin didn't move, he didn't resist, he didn't pull back. Rhonin welcomed the kiss to his surprise before my head fell back away from his..

"I love you..." I whispered again before blacking out to unconsciousness.

(End Scene - Flash back)

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(Open scene present day)

Rubbing my neck, I slump down on to the bed in my hotel room. I was not going to lie, I felt rough all right. Not just physically but emotionally. I am just glad Leo Banks is off my back and finally locked that chapter in to a safety deposit box hopefully permanently. But in these kind of federations you never slip away with fighting somebody just once...

However, I would rather match up against Leo Banks every week for a month than square off against Rhonin! Of course, Brian Hollywood just had to make my week! I wonder how Rhonin is taking the news... oddly enough I haven't talked to him in three days... not since the "gym" incident. He hasn't questioned me yet, or tried to contact me in any way. Can't say I am not concerned, or irritated for that matter. Another lovely trait I inherited from my mother, stubbornly impatient. And when I am impatient, I am known to get slightly rude. At least I can use the genetics excuse, but that's just what it is, an excuse not a reason.

Reaching over to the bedside table I grab the camcorder with a sigh. My shoulders sure feel heavy right now. Standing up, I walk over to the desk near the bay window and place it on top of the desktop screen, talk about a computer from the stone age, and press the power button after slumping in to the desk chair.

"For once, I am not sure what to say. What am I supposed to say in this situation? I am sure some of you are relived but from seeing my facial expression, I am sure you realize I do not care none the less."

Reaching up, I brush the back of my head. "You know Hollywood, your creativity in matching up opponents rather lacks. Last week you place Nikki Blade against John Ojeda, and this week Rhonin against I? A set of lovers, with a disgusting way of approaching their match, to Rhonin and I! However, in this instance I guess your lack of brain cells got the better of you because Rhonin and I, you see, are not boyfriend and girlfriend. So before you spit verbal diarrhea from the crack hole you call a mouth maybe you should get your facts straight." I said shaking my head.

"You won't get the same show Blade and Ojeda gave you on Adrenaline last week, however I am sure Rhonin and I will come up with something. Considering you gave Rhonin the choice of a career or leave me be, probably expecting that I would hate him after this, maybe lash out, take him down, and make him an enemy. You have another thing coming Hollywood. This wouldn't be the first time Rhonin or I faced off against eac.." I pause, gather my thoughts and continue.."people we care about. I have had my fair share of idiotic owners pinning me up against people I care about... facing Rhonin has been an easier pill to swallow than when I faced off against close family."

"As much as you would like to take credit for these opportune moments, you actually are just playing pathetic copy cat from a play that was invented many years ago. Enjoy your moment, because soon it will be over and we will be coming after you... one way or another."

Before reaching up and turning off the camcorder, I give a cocky smile. I was being far more confident that I was actually feeling inside... givin' the circumstances. Our relationship, whatever kind it was, was a sensitive one. I'm holding on to hope that it won't be shaken after wednesday.

I grab the camcorder and walk back over to the bedside table. Looking over to my phone, I pick it up and scroll over to Rhonin's number.

"Oh I know!" I said to myself as an idea surfaced. I press "call," on my phone and wait for Rhonin to answer.

(End of Scene)

[Joey Harris]

"Pride"

"No!"

I raise my voice, growling into my phone.

"How the hell could you even consider that as an option? I won't just let you lie down, let you take a loss that way. Worse than that, I refuse to take such a meaningless victory! Why would you even think I would be okay with that, Ravenna?"

Her suggestion both frustrated and offended me. How could she ever suggest such a thing? I don't know how the old "me" used to operate, but Rhonin does not take the easy way out! How dare she?

"I'm sorry, Ravenna. Think of a new plan."

Beep!

I end the call, tossing my phone against my couch. Letting out a heavy sigh, I slide down onto the couch, myself, sinking into the comfortable cushion.

Maybe I am being unfair. Maybe I am allowing the tension between us get the best of me. I'm just not sure how to react, after that awkward kiss at the gym last week. And the things she had said to me...

"Lost"

I remember the day as clearly as though it had happened yesterday. It may be the only bit of my past that I am able to recall. Some details remain fuzzy, however: How did I end up on the island? When was the last time I had eaten? Where did I get all of these scars?

I remember walking down the coastline, staring off into the distance, over the glassy sea. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds, strewn across a blue blanket. Somehow, I felt peaceful, reinvigorated, relieved. The feeling was strangely foreign.

He called out to me, in a language foreign to me. I looked over my shoulder at the man. His structure body was dark, and toned. Although he was short, about 5'6", he had a strange way of seeming large and imposing. He looked down at me, the sun shining on his shaved off.

"Can you help me?" I ask politely. I'm unsure, aware of the potential dangers of my situation, but unwilling to stir up any trouble. No trouble, unless it is absolutely necessary.

The man looked me up and down, head to toe, almost as though he were considering what to do with me. Finally, our eyes meet. "Who are you?" He asks, broken English in a foreign dialect. I swallow the lump in my throat, almost relieved, but a stressful sigh escapes me, as I admit the terrifying truth for the first time.

"I don't know."

"Circumstance"

I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I threatened Brian Hollywood, a high-ranking authority in the PWX, along with the entirety of The Establishment. I drew the lines, and I declared war. By bursting into Hollywood's office that night, I wasn't merely asking for my job, but I was bellowing my battle cry. Brian Hollywood knew instantly how things would be going down.

I don't take him for a fool. Brian Hollywood is calculating, cold, opportunistic, and downright devious. Somehow, I feel comfortable in my situation. Defying authority feels strangely familiar, and also seems to be the norm here in the PWX locker rooms. I remember what Codair had said to me at the bar, the night I was fired.

"Fact is, kid, I ain't your enemy." He declared this so matter-of-factly, so coolly, so confident in himself and his words. "We ain't war buddies either, but the fact remains the same- It's about time for everyone to get their shit in order and figure out where they land on this war that is just about upon us."

I figure, if there were somebody in that company I would side with, TJ Codair isn't the worst person to align with. Defying authority seems to be in his blood. He planted his flag long before I even arrived in PWX. He knows what it's like to look The Establishment in the eye, and spit squarely in The Establishment's face. It seems like I set myself up in a similar position, when I defied Brian Hollywood. Looking back, would I have done anything differently?

Hell no.

Just like Codair had mentioned to me that night, this is a war, a battle of which the first shot was fired long before I arrived in those parts. Somehow, my stubborn landed me opposite The Establishment and whatever plans they have for PWX, but I am making ADR 72 the night I choose which side of the battlefield I will be fighting for. Tomorrow night, I will defy Brian Hollywood once again. The Establishment be damned! I am a warrior! I am Rhonin! Fuck Brian Hollywood, fuck Darin Zion, and fuck The Establishment.

"Ravenna," I speak into my phone, calmly. "I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you before. I guess I am too proud for my own good. It's silly, when you think about it. I don't even know what I have to be proud of!"

I chuckle lightly, awkwardly, nervously. I can't help but replay that day in my head. That kiss...those words...

"I have to ask you, though," I begin, wishing almost instantly I hadn't.

"Who is Roxxie?"
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(Edited 3/18/2014 @12:49PM for formatting changes.)