Post by Steve Sinclair on Jul 11, 2014 20:07:36 GMT
“Steven’s” pretty simple name for a huge hotel that dominates Miami , but then again does one ever expect Steve Sinclair to do anything small?
For those not in the know, years ago when Steve Sinclair and Wilburman were feuding and competing in basically every form they could , both icons of the wrestling world decided to open there own hotels ....across the street from each other. Now that’s nothing really new these days , most wrestlers and celebrities have a little something set aside to fall back upon , but these hotels ..well lets just say it turned into a who’s cock is bigger contest . Each hotel became bigger and grander with more accommodations to out do each other. There was even a rumor that Donald Trump was getting jealous. The one thing that put a stop to the whole madness was female intervention.
Steve's wife Julie Anne and Raven on one side and Wilburman's wife Carrie on the other , finally put a stop to the building nonsense. Life went on and so did the business’s . Raven joined in and opened “Sinclair’s” , a bar and grill filled with wrestling memorabilia on the lower level of the hotel. Oddly enough this weird competition and the truce that followed led up to the birth of the NYCW and eventually the ESW of today.
So what does all this mean you ask? Nothing much just a wee history lesson and a seg~ways into the where about’s of one Rayne Pezzini and Raven Sinclair..........
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Wednesday morning found Raven Sinclair striding through the front doors of the ESW gym . Her fur lined leather overcoat flowed out behind her as she walked, her long black hair was loose and cascaded down her back. Her black heeled boots played a steady tattoo as she headed for the reception desk.. Laying her sunglasses and briefcase down on the high counter she waited for their secretary to finish .
“Any messages for me?’ She asks as soon as the phone hits the cradle.
“Mmmm let me look Ms Sinclair. There’s message from your husband .“
“What’s he want now?” Raven bites her bottom lips as she ponders what possibly could have happened since she left the house a hour ago.
“And I quote “Please tell my wife to turn on her fucking cell phone if she ever wants me to return her calls.”
“Hehehe. Well that explains why he hasna answered me . Duly noted and will be done shortly . Anything else lass?”
“Yes your suite at “Steven’s” is ready and someone named “Xtreme” called .”
“Xtreme?! Holy shite .”
“Mmm, he said you knew him Ms Sinclair.”
“Aye I do , its been ages though . We go quite a ways back, wonder what he’s been up to. “
“He didn’t say .”
“Oh well nae big deal really, he‘ll get back to me when he‘s good an’ ready.. Now any word on Rayne?”
“Mmmm ...yeah she’s ....ummmmm in the gym scaring the shit out of the guys .”
“Och fookin’ lovely , another beautiful day in the fookin’ neighborhood. Swear tha’ girl needs fookin anger management classes- either tha’ or I’m teaching her way too well.”
Raven unlocks her office door and sets her things on her desk before walking over and opening the blinds letting some natural light filter into the room. She pauses for a moment and then throws the window open as well letting some fresh air into the office. Dust motes dance in the rays as she walks over and opens one of the closet doors and removes a few hangers that hold her work out gear. Quickly slipping into the garments and shoes, she heads out toward the gym braiding her hair as she walks .
Nodding to a few members she scans the gym and follows her ears. Over in a corner Rayne is getting verbal with a rather bald, rather short, but round little fellow. Raven rolls her eyes as she walks over and places her hand on Rayne's shoulder.
“Do you have a fucking problem too?”Rayne says as she spins around.
“Aye , I say I’m looking at her ...You Fezick or whatever your bloody hobbit name is go play on the treadmill, the hamster wheel is occupied at the moment.”
“Good one wished I thought of that .” Rayne says as she watches the steroid popping hobbit walk away .
“Pezzini don’t fookin piss me off today okay. Just cut the bullshite and the fookin attitude an at least have the decency to act professional every now and then .”
“What if I don’t want too?”
“What if I dunnae want to sign your check?”
“Good point , even if it does ring of blackmail.” Rayne says after mulling it over.
“Look I can be yer friend and mentor at the moment or I can be yer boss. Its yer choice. But I ken yer under pressure right now ”
“No shit and I don’t really mean to snap at everyone. But for fucks sake how many stupid people are there in the fucking world?”
“Lots lass, that’s why I was gunna ask ye to ride down to Florida with me.”
“You think I’m too stupid to find my way to Florida using a map?”
“Nae lass I didn’t say that . I’m asking cause I could use the company on the trip.”
“Oh . Oh ummm ...sure I guess.”
“Good , we leave at 7 am . Know if ye excuse me I have a few people to break err I mean break in . Newbies gotta love em. “
Rayne spent another hour at the gym before going home and showering. Wrapped in a towel she sat on the edge of the bed thinking of what to pack and what to say in her up coming promo . Some people have it so damn easy having their shit scripted for them, she preferred to just fly off the cuff and be real and original.
That's what got her where she is today , originality , not some stupid angle or gimmick - just being herself . But lately it was getting harder and harder to just be herself when your literally being marketed by the people you work for.
Finally getting dressed Rayne hopped into her truck and drove off in search of movies to rent and a deliciously naughty take out lunch and dinner. Food and entertainment and the rest of the day was taken care of .
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Rayne now found herself pacing back and forth in her rooms at “Steven’s “ . The show was in Orlando and here she was staying in Miami for a few days thanks to some business dealings Raven had and she didn't like being to far away from the venue and not getting a good look at it first.
She couldn’t complain a bit though , she was surrounded in luxury and the long car ride had led to some rather interesting conversations with Raven. There was of all things a media room where you could cut your own promo and even a fucking arena attached to the hotel . When Rayne asked Raven why the show wasn’t being held there Raven just shook her head , laughed and said her brother was a idiot.
So after re-watching Angus Blacks promo , which truth be told it should have been shown at a N.O.W convention with him as the guest speaker, Rayne chuckled to herself as a smirk came over her face. She had a few minutes before she was due in the media room to cut her promo , but the excitement was building and there was nothing she liked more than allowing her opponents to make asses out of themselves and then point it out........
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The stock footage was being pieced together and Rayne was eager to see the end result . the guys in the booth scooted aside to allow her to sit down and watch the footage with them before the final edit.
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The black screen comes to life with a opening montage of various sitcoms from the 50’s to the 70’s . Classic black and white footage of “Leave it to Beaver” and “Donna Reed “flowing smoothly into “Bewitched” and “I Dream of Jeannie” , images of Martha Stewart , a time line if you will of the male dominated middle class America view of the domestic goddess. The images come to a crashing holt as the ESW logo fills the screen before it returns to a blank black screen .
“Honey I’m Home “ by Shania Twain starts to play and the lights come up on a studio stage . Center stage sits Rayne in a classic 1950’s mom outfit, well fitted pristine green shirt dress with tons of crinoline, matching waist cinching belt, mandatory apron with out a speak off dirt on it , perfect makeup and a nice up do that took tons of aqua net hair spray. She holds a rose in her white gloved hands as she addresses the camera and the live studio audience gathered from Sinclair's and the hotel.
“Hello all and welcome to Pezzini’s Pointers . I know for some you at first thought this was the “Brini Maxwell Show” or a really bad flash back but rest assured its just little old me Rayne Pezzini with some wonderful viewpoints on life and some tips to help you through your day .
As you can see my first tip is on men and gardening , well not gardening so much as trying to look impressive and melodramatic by holding a rose. Just cause it worked for Shakespeare doesn’t mean it works for the everyday brute of a man .
Ah the significance of a man smelling a rose . Well one could dwell on the fact that in the middle ages both sexes carried around bouquets as not to smell their own malicious body funk that builds up during the year. Now in the case of your average everyday 20th century male , well we all know ladies and in some cases men as well , that the male genitailia sweats horribly and creates a odor much like a musty ranky dead rodent. So who can hardly blame Mr Angus Black for sniffing a rose to cover up his malicious musky male scent , but next time take a hint from the book of Kyan , shower, shave, deodorize, moisturize and most importantly work the hair gel from the back and always shush the ends of your hair.
“Now as you can tell today's subject is male ego and boasting as exhibited by one Angus Black. Now I don’t know if we should have pity on a man who no doubt was raised on reruns of Jerry Springer and Make Room for Daddy in the old run down trailer park down by the river. After all he is a product of today’s society girls . And girls we must remember that our everyday macho male has a inbred need to make himself known much like a male cat spunking on everything to mark his territory. Evolution hasn’t caught up to the male of the species as it has to the female and so we must smile and nod as we allow them to think their right , and then later compose ourselves as we watch them fall flat on their faces .
Can I hear a AMEN girls?”
“AMEN!” the mostly female audience shouts back before the lights go off in the studio amid some gasps.
“Step up” by Drowning Pool blares out and the lights come back up revealing Rayne clad in a black velvet and leather corset and form fitting black leather jeans , TV belt around her waist and long black gloved hands on her hips.
“Nough of this BULLSHIT ! Welcome to the 21st fucking century all you bigots and fucking male chauvinists . I think reality needs to take a nice big old chunk out of your asses so you can remove your fucking heads from them . .
I believe the comment made to me was “Because no woman can compete with a man, especially in this sport.” What fucking ludicrous bullshit , now I think Angus has been happily living in a a cave somewhere with his fuck partner Maggie the goat , because I have more than fucking proven to every mother fucking asshole who has ever entered the ring with me that I can fucking compete with a man . Even more importantly I compete AND I win, my gender is NOT my handicap , its who I am and like it or not Black I’m a fucking champion and your not and I will keep MY belt till I’m good and ready to give it up , or simply move on to something bigger .
That’s right Black and every other fucking scum bag listening , I will hold the World title again - this here little belt which Black covets so god damn much is just another fuckin steeping stone that I use as a thorn in the side to every guy out there who wishes he can be just as good as me.
Black , I’m glad that you can step up to the plate and run your mouth like morons do . But it will be a cold day in hell and I mean a god damn fucking cold day in hell when I settle down and crawl on my knees to bring anyone a fucking beer. Right now the only thing I want to do with a beer is pop one open and smash it on the side of your face, but that would be a waste of beer.
So why don’t sit your pretty little self down , polish your knob while your eating pork rinds and watching Nascar , Kensett will win by the way , and think how its gunna feel when you leave with nothing after our match .That's right , you’ll bring nothing to the match and leave with just that , fucking nothing. think of it as a learning experience. I’ll even be nice and give you some credit that some of your neurons will fire and you might , just might ,come up with a good plan against me.
But in the end , you’ll just fail like all the fucking pathetic others. I’m never gunna stop being a champion so you better stop what your doing and think, think really hard ....well not to hard you might shit your pants , if your stepping up to me and running your mouth , flexing all your muscles except your brain , I’m going to fucking knock you down and spit in your mother fucking face.
Don’t dare try to fucking intimidate me! ....and..... well just don’t try to fuck with me and you just might live to see another day . .....even if its in a body cast .
So Mr Black today's Pezzini’s Pointers directed at you is “Never underestimate the power of a woman”! Especially when that woman is me and I’m the champion.”
“AMEN!!!” the audience once again shouts out .
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Static fills the monitor once again and anticipation fills the air in the editing booth.
Rayne nibbles on her bottom lip as she looks back and forth between the two techs.
“Well we could....”
“I’m sure we ....”
“Perfect ! That was just fucking perfect . Can’t thank you guys enough - that tapes good to go.”
The techs heave a sigh of relief as we FTB
For those not in the know, years ago when Steve Sinclair and Wilburman were feuding and competing in basically every form they could , both icons of the wrestling world decided to open there own hotels ....across the street from each other. Now that’s nothing really new these days , most wrestlers and celebrities have a little something set aside to fall back upon , but these hotels ..well lets just say it turned into a who’s cock is bigger contest . Each hotel became bigger and grander with more accommodations to out do each other. There was even a rumor that Donald Trump was getting jealous. The one thing that put a stop to the whole madness was female intervention.
Steve's wife Julie Anne and Raven on one side and Wilburman's wife Carrie on the other , finally put a stop to the building nonsense. Life went on and so did the business’s . Raven joined in and opened “Sinclair’s” , a bar and grill filled with wrestling memorabilia on the lower level of the hotel. Oddly enough this weird competition and the truce that followed led up to the birth of the NYCW and eventually the ESW of today.
So what does all this mean you ask? Nothing much just a wee history lesson and a seg~ways into the where about’s of one Rayne Pezzini and Raven Sinclair..........
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Wednesday morning found Raven Sinclair striding through the front doors of the ESW gym . Her fur lined leather overcoat flowed out behind her as she walked, her long black hair was loose and cascaded down her back. Her black heeled boots played a steady tattoo as she headed for the reception desk.. Laying her sunglasses and briefcase down on the high counter she waited for their secretary to finish .
“Any messages for me?’ She asks as soon as the phone hits the cradle.
“Mmmm let me look Ms Sinclair. There’s message from your husband .“
“What’s he want now?” Raven bites her bottom lips as she ponders what possibly could have happened since she left the house a hour ago.
“And I quote “Please tell my wife to turn on her fucking cell phone if she ever wants me to return her calls.”
“Hehehe. Well that explains why he hasna answered me . Duly noted and will be done shortly . Anything else lass?”
“Yes your suite at “Steven’s” is ready and someone named “Xtreme” called .”
“Xtreme?! Holy shite .”
“Mmm, he said you knew him Ms Sinclair.”
“Aye I do , its been ages though . We go quite a ways back, wonder what he’s been up to. “
“He didn’t say .”
“Oh well nae big deal really, he‘ll get back to me when he‘s good an’ ready.. Now any word on Rayne?”
“Mmmm ...yeah she’s ....ummmmm in the gym scaring the shit out of the guys .”
“Och fookin’ lovely , another beautiful day in the fookin’ neighborhood. Swear tha’ girl needs fookin anger management classes- either tha’ or I’m teaching her way too well.”
Raven unlocks her office door and sets her things on her desk before walking over and opening the blinds letting some natural light filter into the room. She pauses for a moment and then throws the window open as well letting some fresh air into the office. Dust motes dance in the rays as she walks over and opens one of the closet doors and removes a few hangers that hold her work out gear. Quickly slipping into the garments and shoes, she heads out toward the gym braiding her hair as she walks .
Nodding to a few members she scans the gym and follows her ears. Over in a corner Rayne is getting verbal with a rather bald, rather short, but round little fellow. Raven rolls her eyes as she walks over and places her hand on Rayne's shoulder.
“Do you have a fucking problem too?”Rayne says as she spins around.
“Aye , I say I’m looking at her ...You Fezick or whatever your bloody hobbit name is go play on the treadmill, the hamster wheel is occupied at the moment.”
“Good one wished I thought of that .” Rayne says as she watches the steroid popping hobbit walk away .
“Pezzini don’t fookin piss me off today okay. Just cut the bullshite and the fookin attitude an at least have the decency to act professional every now and then .”
“What if I don’t want too?”
“What if I dunnae want to sign your check?”
“Good point , even if it does ring of blackmail.” Rayne says after mulling it over.
“Look I can be yer friend and mentor at the moment or I can be yer boss. Its yer choice. But I ken yer under pressure right now ”
“No shit and I don’t really mean to snap at everyone. But for fucks sake how many stupid people are there in the fucking world?”
“Lots lass, that’s why I was gunna ask ye to ride down to Florida with me.”
“You think I’m too stupid to find my way to Florida using a map?”
“Nae lass I didn’t say that . I’m asking cause I could use the company on the trip.”
“Oh . Oh ummm ...sure I guess.”
“Good , we leave at 7 am . Know if ye excuse me I have a few people to break err I mean break in . Newbies gotta love em. “
Rayne spent another hour at the gym before going home and showering. Wrapped in a towel she sat on the edge of the bed thinking of what to pack and what to say in her up coming promo . Some people have it so damn easy having their shit scripted for them, she preferred to just fly off the cuff and be real and original.
That's what got her where she is today , originality , not some stupid angle or gimmick - just being herself . But lately it was getting harder and harder to just be herself when your literally being marketed by the people you work for.
Finally getting dressed Rayne hopped into her truck and drove off in search of movies to rent and a deliciously naughty take out lunch and dinner. Food and entertainment and the rest of the day was taken care of .
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Rayne now found herself pacing back and forth in her rooms at “Steven’s “ . The show was in Orlando and here she was staying in Miami for a few days thanks to some business dealings Raven had and she didn't like being to far away from the venue and not getting a good look at it first.
She couldn’t complain a bit though , she was surrounded in luxury and the long car ride had led to some rather interesting conversations with Raven. There was of all things a media room where you could cut your own promo and even a fucking arena attached to the hotel . When Rayne asked Raven why the show wasn’t being held there Raven just shook her head , laughed and said her brother was a idiot.
So after re-watching Angus Blacks promo , which truth be told it should have been shown at a N.O.W convention with him as the guest speaker, Rayne chuckled to herself as a smirk came over her face. She had a few minutes before she was due in the media room to cut her promo , but the excitement was building and there was nothing she liked more than allowing her opponents to make asses out of themselves and then point it out........
************************************************************************
The stock footage was being pieced together and Rayne was eager to see the end result . the guys in the booth scooted aside to allow her to sit down and watch the footage with them before the final edit.
***********************************************************************
The black screen comes to life with a opening montage of various sitcoms from the 50’s to the 70’s . Classic black and white footage of “Leave it to Beaver” and “Donna Reed “flowing smoothly into “Bewitched” and “I Dream of Jeannie” , images of Martha Stewart , a time line if you will of the male dominated middle class America view of the domestic goddess. The images come to a crashing holt as the ESW logo fills the screen before it returns to a blank black screen .
“Honey I’m Home “ by Shania Twain starts to play and the lights come up on a studio stage . Center stage sits Rayne in a classic 1950’s mom outfit, well fitted pristine green shirt dress with tons of crinoline, matching waist cinching belt, mandatory apron with out a speak off dirt on it , perfect makeup and a nice up do that took tons of aqua net hair spray. She holds a rose in her white gloved hands as she addresses the camera and the live studio audience gathered from Sinclair's and the hotel.
“Hello all and welcome to Pezzini’s Pointers . I know for some you at first thought this was the “Brini Maxwell Show” or a really bad flash back but rest assured its just little old me Rayne Pezzini with some wonderful viewpoints on life and some tips to help you through your day .
As you can see my first tip is on men and gardening , well not gardening so much as trying to look impressive and melodramatic by holding a rose. Just cause it worked for Shakespeare doesn’t mean it works for the everyday brute of a man .
Ah the significance of a man smelling a rose . Well one could dwell on the fact that in the middle ages both sexes carried around bouquets as not to smell their own malicious body funk that builds up during the year. Now in the case of your average everyday 20th century male , well we all know ladies and in some cases men as well , that the male genitailia sweats horribly and creates a odor much like a musty ranky dead rodent. So who can hardly blame Mr Angus Black for sniffing a rose to cover up his malicious musky male scent , but next time take a hint from the book of Kyan , shower, shave, deodorize, moisturize and most importantly work the hair gel from the back and always shush the ends of your hair.
“Now as you can tell today's subject is male ego and boasting as exhibited by one Angus Black. Now I don’t know if we should have pity on a man who no doubt was raised on reruns of Jerry Springer and Make Room for Daddy in the old run down trailer park down by the river. After all he is a product of today’s society girls . And girls we must remember that our everyday macho male has a inbred need to make himself known much like a male cat spunking on everything to mark his territory. Evolution hasn’t caught up to the male of the species as it has to the female and so we must smile and nod as we allow them to think their right , and then later compose ourselves as we watch them fall flat on their faces .
Can I hear a AMEN girls?”
“AMEN!” the mostly female audience shouts back before the lights go off in the studio amid some gasps.
“Step up” by Drowning Pool blares out and the lights come back up revealing Rayne clad in a black velvet and leather corset and form fitting black leather jeans , TV belt around her waist and long black gloved hands on her hips.
“Nough of this BULLSHIT ! Welcome to the 21st fucking century all you bigots and fucking male chauvinists . I think reality needs to take a nice big old chunk out of your asses so you can remove your fucking heads from them . .
I believe the comment made to me was “Because no woman can compete with a man, especially in this sport.” What fucking ludicrous bullshit , now I think Angus has been happily living in a a cave somewhere with his fuck partner Maggie the goat , because I have more than fucking proven to every mother fucking asshole who has ever entered the ring with me that I can fucking compete with a man . Even more importantly I compete AND I win, my gender is NOT my handicap , its who I am and like it or not Black I’m a fucking champion and your not and I will keep MY belt till I’m good and ready to give it up , or simply move on to something bigger .
That’s right Black and every other fucking scum bag listening , I will hold the World title again - this here little belt which Black covets so god damn much is just another fuckin steeping stone that I use as a thorn in the side to every guy out there who wishes he can be just as good as me.
Black , I’m glad that you can step up to the plate and run your mouth like morons do . But it will be a cold day in hell and I mean a god damn fucking cold day in hell when I settle down and crawl on my knees to bring anyone a fucking beer. Right now the only thing I want to do with a beer is pop one open and smash it on the side of your face, but that would be a waste of beer.
So why don’t sit your pretty little self down , polish your knob while your eating pork rinds and watching Nascar , Kensett will win by the way , and think how its gunna feel when you leave with nothing after our match .That's right , you’ll bring nothing to the match and leave with just that , fucking nothing. think of it as a learning experience. I’ll even be nice and give you some credit that some of your neurons will fire and you might , just might ,come up with a good plan against me.
But in the end , you’ll just fail like all the fucking pathetic others. I’m never gunna stop being a champion so you better stop what your doing and think, think really hard ....well not to hard you might shit your pants , if your stepping up to me and running your mouth , flexing all your muscles except your brain , I’m going to fucking knock you down and spit in your mother fucking face.
Don’t dare try to fucking intimidate me! ....and..... well just don’t try to fuck with me and you just might live to see another day . .....even if its in a body cast .
So Mr Black today's Pezzini’s Pointers directed at you is “Never underestimate the power of a woman”! Especially when that woman is me and I’m the champion.”
“AMEN!!!” the audience once again shouts out .
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Static fills the monitor once again and anticipation fills the air in the editing booth.
Rayne nibbles on her bottom lip as she looks back and forth between the two techs.
“Well we could....”
“I’m sure we ....”
“Perfect ! That was just fucking perfect . Can’t thank you guys enough - that tapes good to go.”
The techs heave a sigh of relief as we FTB