Post by Rayven Hardy on Mar 9, 2022 17:27:14 GMT
It was a typical thing for Rayven Hardy. Before every show, getting her hair and nails done was a tradition. It was equally as routine a day or two after the match to get a nail touch up, or to have any hair issues attended to after a rough match. And when you think of rough Rayven Hardy matches, her no dq match with Caroline was about as rough as they come.
Wearing a pink Nike hoodie with the hood pulled up, matching sweats and Nike slides, Rayven walks into the salon. She greets the staff, afterall she was a regular here. What she sees over at the shampoo station was enough to stop her dead in her tracks, however.
SYN!
Syn was sitting in relaxing fashion, her cell phone in her hands as she carelessly, yet furiously, moved her little fingers to send off a scathing tweet, or maybe a romantic text to her girlfriend. Either way, Rayven could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was her opportunity.
She walks over to one of the stylists and whispers something about being besties with Syn and she wanted to surprise her by shampooing her hair. The stylist was more than happy to let the two friends have a moment. Ray slowly walks over and as she is just behind Syn, she smells her perfume. There was no denying that Syn was a cute package, but with devious intentions usually. It was time to have some fun.
Rayven gently grabs her head and instructs her to close her eyes, changing her voice, which wasn’t too hard for her since she was an actress as well as a wrestler.
Rayven: Okay keep those eyes closed. Wouldn’t want shampoo getting in them, right? That would sting!
Rayven slowly turns on the water and begins to let it ruffle through the beautiful locks of Syn as she massages her scalp as the warm water cascades through each delicate strand of hair. Rayven massages her fingertips into the scalp, making sure to ease Syn as much as possible and not give away who she is.
Rayven: So, what are we doing for you today, ma’am?
Syn moans softly, exhaling as she does so, her eyes closed as her head moves to Rayven’s will.
Syn: Oh my god, your nails feel amazing. I didn’t know I was getting a scalp massage too. Remind me to tip you HUGE. What was your name again?
Rayven: Ray…mona. Ramona. I’m new. They said you tip well so I figured I’d work my massage magic.
Rayven presses her lips together and giggles a bit. Her acting skills were definitely paying off here.
Rayven: I saw you texting those little fingers away from across the room. Popular girl, are we? You’re so pretty! I can’t wait to get this hair poppin. Are you as excited as I am!?
Syn giggled lightly and sighed.
Syn: Little fingers. I swear everyone comments on my size. It could be worse though. As for the texting, I just got myself in the middle of some drama. Typical scenario of I should’ve known better but I was way too impulsive. Which I try not to be. But I was.
Syn scowls a bit and then exhales in an attempt to relax and enjoy the massage. Rayven eyes rainbow hair dye just to her right and gets a mischievous idea as she tries to keep Syn unaware of what’s going on.
Rayven: Drama? You? You seem far too pretty to be in any drama. I know I would LOVE to be your friend. Besides, those cute little fingers are accompanied by an amazing head of hair. Your hair is literally goals.
Rayven pulls her head back a little more, and a bit quickly to bang her head against the back of the headrest before apologizing.
Rayven: I’m so sorry! My fingers slipped. Let me put on some gloves actually. This shampooing is going to feel amazing.
Rayven walks over and grabs some disposable gloves from one of the stylist’s work areas and returns to continue to massage the water over the scalp of her enemy.
Rayven: Are you ready for the shampoo?
She eyes up the rainbow hair coloring again, knowing if Syn keeps her eyes closed, she was going to prank her worse than she has EVER been pranked in her life!
Syn winced slightly when her head hit the headrest but she laughed it off.
Syn: Ow, you’re a bit rough, aren’t you?
She stretched her neck a bit before nodding.
Syn: Ready. Trust me being pretty doesn’t preclude anyone from drama, especially not me.
Her nose wrinkled a bit.
Syn: Besides, I’m not pretty, I’m cute. You wanna talk about pretty, you should see some of the girls I work with. But drama? Drama follows me because I create it. It’s not that I enjoy the chaos but in my industry you need it to thrive. Without it we’d just be some boring sport that only the purists tune in for. Like baseball, right? I think baseball is SUPER boring but there are plenty of people out there who get swept up in the statistics and the minutia of the game, and that’s fine. But imagine how many more people would tune in if there was drama and empty bench brawls and people kicking dirt on those referee type people. That’s what I do. I drive a narrative and get eyeballs on us. That way everyone gets paid. Even the boring fucks who are just there for the spirit of the sport. Like my old man. He doesn’t get any of the shit I do. Then again he never has. I’ve always been, ‘different’ as he likes to call it. Much more like my mom.
Syn chews her lip for a second before her chipper disposition returns.
Syn: Enough about my stupid life. I’m sure you get tired of listening to people talk about themselves. What about you, Raymona? Is this the dream or do you hope to have your own shop someday? Or maybe this is just the means to some other dream you’re chasing. Tell me about you.
Rayven: Wow. No one has ever really asked about me. Especially not someone like you. Sorry. I’m just distracted. You have a good mind for business. I’ll start the shampooing.
Rayven walks over to the rainbow colored liquid dye and picks it up. Feeling no regrets, she opens it up and pours it into Syn’s beautiful locks! Rayven then uses her gloved hands to continue to rub it through her hair, a strand at a time. Taking extra care to make it feel good for Syn.
Rayven: So my dreams? I have so many. I’ve always wanted to do things that I was told I couldn’t. This? This is simply temporary. My dream isn’t to dy….shampoo anyone’s hair. It’s to become a WORLD CHAMPION….
At the last two words, she drops the accent and fake voice and it was CLEAR that it was RAYVEN HARDY! Syn opens her eyes widely, abruptly, and the hair dye had already been massaged through and through, leaving her beautiful locks a bright rainbow, making her the female Tekashi 6ix9ine as far as hair goes!
Syn gasped and leaned forward, her eyes wide and she ran her hands through each strand of her hair. Then she began to laugh, only it wasn’t a haha this is a funny laugh. It wasn’t even an, ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ laugh. It was eerie and detached. She stood and spun to face Rayven, her eyes focused on her tormentor.
Syn: That was a mistake, Ray Ray. Up to this point SHE’S never given you more than you could handle because deep down inside she still sort of liked you. But THIS?!
She pulls at her hair and giggles.
Syn: This is marvelous! Not only do I LOVE it and fully support the change but it’s going to make sure she sets me free on you… cuz she’s gonna HATE what you did to her.
Syn closes the distance, backing Ray up a bit as the other women in the shop stare over in confusion and begin whispering to each other. Syn’s eyes flash to a nearby straightening iron and then back to Rayven who by now has pulled off her disposable gloves that were stained with the rainbow hair dye. She drops the gloves onto the floor and stares at Syn with disdain and an air of nervousness as Syn’s eyes dart.
Syn: Do you have any idea what WE’RE capable of?
Rayven: Who is WE? I only see one person here.
Rayven pulls her pink hood down and her hair was pulled into a fashionable but messy bun. She looks around and the employees of the salon seemed intrigued, and a bit on edge at how close the two women were. Rayven takes a step back as Syn was acting even more unhinged than usual.
Rayven: You look ridiculous. Instead of posturing, I suggest you have one of these very capable ladies fix that hair before it becomes permanent.
She steps forward now, trying to turn the intimidation back to her own favor. She stands over Syn with a wry smirk on her face.
Rayven: Now, this can end right here up until I get you in the ring. You’d be smart to agree to a temporary truce.
The grin on Syn’s face went full on Joker for a moment before she leaned in and kissed Ray flush on the lips, biting down hard on Ray’s bottom lip and tugging before releasing.
Syn: I’ll see you soon!
Syn exhaled violently for a second and stared at Rayven, seemingly confused before looking in the mirror, running her hands through her hair and SCREAMING!
Syn: WHAT THE FUCK, RAY?!!
Rayven was confused by this. Not only was she full of sass and aggression just thirty seconds ago, but she seemed to like the hair change. But this? This was a complete turn around as she appeared to be genuinely upset. Ray licks at her bottom lip as a small thin line of red begins to run down her lip towards her chin from the bite.
Rayven: You just told me you love it?
With confusion in her voice, Hardy takes a step away from the now horrified Syn who couldn’t keep her eyes off the rainbow staring her back in the mirror!
Rayven: You’re crazier than I thought…
Syn’s gaze snapped to Rayven and it wasn’t one of anger, it was one of hurt.
Syn: What?
Her eyes continued to scan Rayven’s features as her hands tugged at her hair, as if trying to strip the color out. Her fingers were now covered in the still wet dye too, turning anything she touches from this point on the same shade of bright rainbow.
Rayven: It’s a prank. A little payback for what you’ve put me and my friend through. It’ll wash out. Maybe.
Rayven steps closer to Syn and stands over her again, looking down at her with a slightly bloody lip.
Rayven: This is your last warning. Stay out of my business, or this little prank? It won’t be as funny next time.
Syn shakes her head.
Syn: No Ray, what did you say to me? I’m crazier than you thought?
Syn stomps towards Ray just one step, it’s not threatening, it’s filled with anger.
Syn: I knew what I was doing, Ray! I didn’t push you any further than you could tolerate and you came out smelling like a rose! Now you even get to face me in the ring because I fucked up. Because I made a mistake! Don’t you think that’s punishment enough? It’s not even the facing you that sucks, it’s the part where I did it to myself. Or even worse that I got outsmarted by fucking Lily. But this…?
She holds out her hair towards Ray.
Syn: This and ripping on the fact that you KNOW I have mental issues?! Fuck you!! You’re an asshole!!
She stays in Ray’s face but she swallows hard, trying to hold back a flood of emotion. Rayven, likewise, thinks about the personal strings pulled by involving her soon to be ex husband, and her friend Jack. Both women have tears of anger in their eyes. Syn says ‘fuck yo-’ once more and Rayven pie faces her, palmingher face with her hand and pushing her back. She then tackles her into a stylist station, cracking Syn’s back before Syn turns the pressure around, her adrenaline fully kicking in as well. With Syn on top of Rayven, she swipes at her face but Ray takes the scratch and spins her body, now mounting Syn as she begins to throw forearm after forearm at her face. The employees of the salon rush over and pull a seething Rayven off of Syn as Ray shouts ‘you made it personal you crazy bitch!’ as Syn stands up, no one holding her now as the employees hold Rayven back!
Without even a moment’s hesitation Syn reaches over and snatches a pair of styling shears, holding them with the intent to stab. She closes the distance and leans in close to Rayven, holding the point just beyond her eye. Syn’s voice is far more sinister now. The other employees have backed away from the clear danger, leaving Ray leaning against a station with Syn holding the sharp object to her face. Ray holds her breath, not making any movement at all.
Syn: Now you fucked up Ray Ray. You forgot that this isn’t me at my most dangerous. Me at my most dangerous can fuck you over in the real world. Like…hmmm… how are things going with that divorce? Would be a shame if I had my mom speak to the judge and Edward got full custody, wouldn’t it? Think Ray. FUCKING THINK before you come at me. Your family may be king shit in the wrestling world but I’ll fuck up your life.
Syn stabs the shears into the side of the station, right by Ray’s head and turns away while speaking to the employees.
Syn: Can someone please get this shit out of my hair. Don’t worry I’ll pay for all the damages.
Rayven was shook up after seeing a very sinister side of Syn come out, and even more troubling-the thought of her involving herself in Rayven’s real life divorce and custody business. Sensing things could only escalate from here, Rayven rubs at her bloody lip and pulls her hood back up and marches out of the salon, one that she probably wouldn’t be welcomed back to as was her routine every week, leaving Syn to try and get the dye out of her hair, with both women’s anger for the other raised to an all time high.
Wearing a pink Nike hoodie with the hood pulled up, matching sweats and Nike slides, Rayven walks into the salon. She greets the staff, afterall she was a regular here. What she sees over at the shampoo station was enough to stop her dead in her tracks, however.
SYN!
Syn was sitting in relaxing fashion, her cell phone in her hands as she carelessly, yet furiously, moved her little fingers to send off a scathing tweet, or maybe a romantic text to her girlfriend. Either way, Rayven could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was her opportunity.
She walks over to one of the stylists and whispers something about being besties with Syn and she wanted to surprise her by shampooing her hair. The stylist was more than happy to let the two friends have a moment. Ray slowly walks over and as she is just behind Syn, she smells her perfume. There was no denying that Syn was a cute package, but with devious intentions usually. It was time to have some fun.
Rayven gently grabs her head and instructs her to close her eyes, changing her voice, which wasn’t too hard for her since she was an actress as well as a wrestler.
Rayven: Okay keep those eyes closed. Wouldn’t want shampoo getting in them, right? That would sting!
Rayven slowly turns on the water and begins to let it ruffle through the beautiful locks of Syn as she massages her scalp as the warm water cascades through each delicate strand of hair. Rayven massages her fingertips into the scalp, making sure to ease Syn as much as possible and not give away who she is.
Rayven: So, what are we doing for you today, ma’am?
Syn moans softly, exhaling as she does so, her eyes closed as her head moves to Rayven’s will.
Syn: Oh my god, your nails feel amazing. I didn’t know I was getting a scalp massage too. Remind me to tip you HUGE. What was your name again?
Rayven: Ray…mona. Ramona. I’m new. They said you tip well so I figured I’d work my massage magic.
Rayven presses her lips together and giggles a bit. Her acting skills were definitely paying off here.
Rayven: I saw you texting those little fingers away from across the room. Popular girl, are we? You’re so pretty! I can’t wait to get this hair poppin. Are you as excited as I am!?
Syn giggled lightly and sighed.
Syn: Little fingers. I swear everyone comments on my size. It could be worse though. As for the texting, I just got myself in the middle of some drama. Typical scenario of I should’ve known better but I was way too impulsive. Which I try not to be. But I was.
Syn scowls a bit and then exhales in an attempt to relax and enjoy the massage. Rayven eyes rainbow hair dye just to her right and gets a mischievous idea as she tries to keep Syn unaware of what’s going on.
Rayven: Drama? You? You seem far too pretty to be in any drama. I know I would LOVE to be your friend. Besides, those cute little fingers are accompanied by an amazing head of hair. Your hair is literally goals.
Rayven pulls her head back a little more, and a bit quickly to bang her head against the back of the headrest before apologizing.
Rayven: I’m so sorry! My fingers slipped. Let me put on some gloves actually. This shampooing is going to feel amazing.
Rayven walks over and grabs some disposable gloves from one of the stylist’s work areas and returns to continue to massage the water over the scalp of her enemy.
Rayven: Are you ready for the shampoo?
She eyes up the rainbow hair coloring again, knowing if Syn keeps her eyes closed, she was going to prank her worse than she has EVER been pranked in her life!
Syn winced slightly when her head hit the headrest but she laughed it off.
Syn: Ow, you’re a bit rough, aren’t you?
She stretched her neck a bit before nodding.
Syn: Ready. Trust me being pretty doesn’t preclude anyone from drama, especially not me.
Her nose wrinkled a bit.
Syn: Besides, I’m not pretty, I’m cute. You wanna talk about pretty, you should see some of the girls I work with. But drama? Drama follows me because I create it. It’s not that I enjoy the chaos but in my industry you need it to thrive. Without it we’d just be some boring sport that only the purists tune in for. Like baseball, right? I think baseball is SUPER boring but there are plenty of people out there who get swept up in the statistics and the minutia of the game, and that’s fine. But imagine how many more people would tune in if there was drama and empty bench brawls and people kicking dirt on those referee type people. That’s what I do. I drive a narrative and get eyeballs on us. That way everyone gets paid. Even the boring fucks who are just there for the spirit of the sport. Like my old man. He doesn’t get any of the shit I do. Then again he never has. I’ve always been, ‘different’ as he likes to call it. Much more like my mom.
Syn chews her lip for a second before her chipper disposition returns.
Syn: Enough about my stupid life. I’m sure you get tired of listening to people talk about themselves. What about you, Raymona? Is this the dream or do you hope to have your own shop someday? Or maybe this is just the means to some other dream you’re chasing. Tell me about you.
Rayven: Wow. No one has ever really asked about me. Especially not someone like you. Sorry. I’m just distracted. You have a good mind for business. I’ll start the shampooing.
Rayven walks over to the rainbow colored liquid dye and picks it up. Feeling no regrets, she opens it up and pours it into Syn’s beautiful locks! Rayven then uses her gloved hands to continue to rub it through her hair, a strand at a time. Taking extra care to make it feel good for Syn.
Rayven: So my dreams? I have so many. I’ve always wanted to do things that I was told I couldn’t. This? This is simply temporary. My dream isn’t to dy….shampoo anyone’s hair. It’s to become a WORLD CHAMPION….
At the last two words, she drops the accent and fake voice and it was CLEAR that it was RAYVEN HARDY! Syn opens her eyes widely, abruptly, and the hair dye had already been massaged through and through, leaving her beautiful locks a bright rainbow, making her the female Tekashi 6ix9ine as far as hair goes!
Syn gasped and leaned forward, her eyes wide and she ran her hands through each strand of her hair. Then she began to laugh, only it wasn’t a haha this is a funny laugh. It wasn’t even an, ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ laugh. It was eerie and detached. She stood and spun to face Rayven, her eyes focused on her tormentor.
Syn: That was a mistake, Ray Ray. Up to this point SHE’S never given you more than you could handle because deep down inside she still sort of liked you. But THIS?!
She pulls at her hair and giggles.
Syn: This is marvelous! Not only do I LOVE it and fully support the change but it’s going to make sure she sets me free on you… cuz she’s gonna HATE what you did to her.
Syn closes the distance, backing Ray up a bit as the other women in the shop stare over in confusion and begin whispering to each other. Syn’s eyes flash to a nearby straightening iron and then back to Rayven who by now has pulled off her disposable gloves that were stained with the rainbow hair dye. She drops the gloves onto the floor and stares at Syn with disdain and an air of nervousness as Syn’s eyes dart.
Syn: Do you have any idea what WE’RE capable of?
Rayven: Who is WE? I only see one person here.
Rayven pulls her pink hood down and her hair was pulled into a fashionable but messy bun. She looks around and the employees of the salon seemed intrigued, and a bit on edge at how close the two women were. Rayven takes a step back as Syn was acting even more unhinged than usual.
Rayven: You look ridiculous. Instead of posturing, I suggest you have one of these very capable ladies fix that hair before it becomes permanent.
She steps forward now, trying to turn the intimidation back to her own favor. She stands over Syn with a wry smirk on her face.
Rayven: Now, this can end right here up until I get you in the ring. You’d be smart to agree to a temporary truce.
The grin on Syn’s face went full on Joker for a moment before she leaned in and kissed Ray flush on the lips, biting down hard on Ray’s bottom lip and tugging before releasing.
Syn: I’ll see you soon!
Syn exhaled violently for a second and stared at Rayven, seemingly confused before looking in the mirror, running her hands through her hair and SCREAMING!
Syn: WHAT THE FUCK, RAY?!!
Rayven was confused by this. Not only was she full of sass and aggression just thirty seconds ago, but she seemed to like the hair change. But this? This was a complete turn around as she appeared to be genuinely upset. Ray licks at her bottom lip as a small thin line of red begins to run down her lip towards her chin from the bite.
Rayven: You just told me you love it?
With confusion in her voice, Hardy takes a step away from the now horrified Syn who couldn’t keep her eyes off the rainbow staring her back in the mirror!
Rayven: You’re crazier than I thought…
Syn’s gaze snapped to Rayven and it wasn’t one of anger, it was one of hurt.
Syn: What?
Her eyes continued to scan Rayven’s features as her hands tugged at her hair, as if trying to strip the color out. Her fingers were now covered in the still wet dye too, turning anything she touches from this point on the same shade of bright rainbow.
Rayven: It’s a prank. A little payback for what you’ve put me and my friend through. It’ll wash out. Maybe.
Rayven steps closer to Syn and stands over her again, looking down at her with a slightly bloody lip.
Rayven: This is your last warning. Stay out of my business, or this little prank? It won’t be as funny next time.
Syn shakes her head.
Syn: No Ray, what did you say to me? I’m crazier than you thought?
Syn stomps towards Ray just one step, it’s not threatening, it’s filled with anger.
Syn: I knew what I was doing, Ray! I didn’t push you any further than you could tolerate and you came out smelling like a rose! Now you even get to face me in the ring because I fucked up. Because I made a mistake! Don’t you think that’s punishment enough? It’s not even the facing you that sucks, it’s the part where I did it to myself. Or even worse that I got outsmarted by fucking Lily. But this…?
She holds out her hair towards Ray.
Syn: This and ripping on the fact that you KNOW I have mental issues?! Fuck you!! You’re an asshole!!
She stays in Ray’s face but she swallows hard, trying to hold back a flood of emotion. Rayven, likewise, thinks about the personal strings pulled by involving her soon to be ex husband, and her friend Jack. Both women have tears of anger in their eyes. Syn says ‘fuck yo-’ once more and Rayven pie faces her, palmingher face with her hand and pushing her back. She then tackles her into a stylist station, cracking Syn’s back before Syn turns the pressure around, her adrenaline fully kicking in as well. With Syn on top of Rayven, she swipes at her face but Ray takes the scratch and spins her body, now mounting Syn as she begins to throw forearm after forearm at her face. The employees of the salon rush over and pull a seething Rayven off of Syn as Ray shouts ‘you made it personal you crazy bitch!’ as Syn stands up, no one holding her now as the employees hold Rayven back!
Without even a moment’s hesitation Syn reaches over and snatches a pair of styling shears, holding them with the intent to stab. She closes the distance and leans in close to Rayven, holding the point just beyond her eye. Syn’s voice is far more sinister now. The other employees have backed away from the clear danger, leaving Ray leaning against a station with Syn holding the sharp object to her face. Ray holds her breath, not making any movement at all.
Syn: Now you fucked up Ray Ray. You forgot that this isn’t me at my most dangerous. Me at my most dangerous can fuck you over in the real world. Like…hmmm… how are things going with that divorce? Would be a shame if I had my mom speak to the judge and Edward got full custody, wouldn’t it? Think Ray. FUCKING THINK before you come at me. Your family may be king shit in the wrestling world but I’ll fuck up your life.
Syn stabs the shears into the side of the station, right by Ray’s head and turns away while speaking to the employees.
Syn: Can someone please get this shit out of my hair. Don’t worry I’ll pay for all the damages.
Rayven was shook up after seeing a very sinister side of Syn come out, and even more troubling-the thought of her involving herself in Rayven’s real life divorce and custody business. Sensing things could only escalate from here, Rayven rubs at her bloody lip and pulls her hood back up and marches out of the salon, one that she probably wouldn’t be welcomed back to as was her routine every week, leaving Syn to try and get the dye out of her hair, with both women’s anger for the other raised to an all time high.