By the time she'd turned fourteen and her body began to develop, she'd become a full fledged knockout and her father took notice. As he'd done with the numerous whores�?he'd interact with on a daily basis, he began treating his fourteen year old daughter the exact same. The sexual molesting started and to the fourteen year old Raychelle, it seemed as though her life was at an end. She couldn't escape him, he'd become more controlling of her. Her school attendance and grades were constantly under scrutiny, if she didn't get an accurate enough grade, one to his approval she'd get "punished" by having to perform some of the most lude sexual acts possible. What was more sickening was that he enjoyed using his daughter as his personal prostitute. If she missed a day of school, she'd get "punished" and, on those occasions where she'd get her period, she'd be used more for oral satisfaction to her dad. The older she got, the worse the abuse got, and it seemed like it was a never-ending ordeal for her. She'd longed for her mother for too long, but there was nothing she could do to stop him. She'd been beaten for trying to say anything to teachers, family members, friends and counselors; she was restricted from any contact with any other male, especially those her own age. Her father had begun to get jealous, and the one time she was allowed contact, was for her senior prom...in which case, she was told to satisfy the boy by any means necessary....as his father was a heavy card player for her father's company. It was as if he'd begin to prostitute his daughter out, for the good of his business. When he saw how well it worked and how much money seemed to be flying his way, he made it a more ritualistic thing, sending her out to "seal the deals" for him, with his more male-based clientele that had an eye for a beautiful blonde girl with a body like hers. It was as if she was being punished for being beautiful, and she hated herself. She grew to fear her dad and learned to accept the abuse and became very distant with people. She never trusted anyone and always stuck to her guns of shielding herself from ever being hurt. She'd put herself in the position of being completely numb with regards to emotional ties to anyone, especially her father. The last thing she wanted in the world was to be in any more pain then she already was. If you thought that was enough to take a toll on her, imagine having to be forced to have sex for your father's business pleasures and get pregnant...only to be forced to miscarry or abort because it was "bad for business". Twice it happened to Raychelle, and both times it was like a piece of her was mutilated. Any time she was forced to do anything against her will, it was as if a piece of her soul was being ripped from her body, leaving only an empty whole where it used to be. As she grew older, the one thing her father did manage to do for her that was good was get her into training. She'd always been a sports fanatic, and to ensure his future, he had to make sure his "insurance policy" was kept up to standards. He had a breast augmentation scheduled for her, to make her more amped up in the chest area, and to keep a toned, fit body for his approval, there was only one way....kick boxing. He sent her, three times a week to a kick boxing instructor that was pretty known in the area for training some of the very best...even a few Olympic champion boxers. She used kick boxing as a means to release aggression, frustration...anger and pain. She never did it competitively, for two reasons. Her father would never allow it, he'd never allow his insurance policy to be bruised and beaten, her body banged up...that wouldn't impress his business associates and two, during trainings and workouts, she seemed to have entirely too much aggression to put her in the competitive side of things. Had they, she could've easily caused some serious damage. So instead, she stuck with just the training. When she finally reached legal age, 18, she started to fight back. Her confidence had grown enough in the last two years, and she was tired of being used. She'd come to the realization that it wasn't her fault her mother died -- as her dad would always say...it was his. She found a personal dairy he'd kept for years, one that told of their problems and their marital spats....a particular entry or two that sealed it for her, was where he'd talked about murdering his wife and where he actually confirmed, he was the source of her death. On a trip with one of his business associates, she managed to scrimp and save, buying a way out by paying someone to verbally threaten her dad and physically beat the man she was accompanying that night. He'd done as he was told, and she'd returned home with minor bumps and bruises that were more self-inflicted then anything, to make it seem as if they were randomly attacked. That never stopped Jonas Lewis though; he proceeded in belittling his precious baby girl to the point where she'd finally had enough. And for the first time in her life, she fought back. Using every ounce of pent up frustration and energy she had, the anger towards him for what he did to her and her mother...and the training she had, she managed to over power him, getting him in a position where he was weak and vulnerable. That was also the night she severed ties with her father and the family...where she'd marched out of the house, diary in tote, a car full of bags and fled their little Maine town of Mount Vernon and headed for a world she was quite unprepared for.

She arrived in New York City, New York and stumbled across a life she'd become quite accustomed to. She managed to keep up with her kick boxing training; it was the only way she knew that would release her frustrations on life. She also kept up her deeds of being some business-man's whore to make ends meet. She began a dysfunctional relationship with a man that was, to many extents, exactly like her father. It was like she was sixteen all over again...only this time, it didn't last as long. Through her kick boxing, she'd met and managed to become quite close to William King who would soon turn her on to a bit more of a combative sport that required brute strength, agility, raw power and all the aggression that she had. It seemed like the perfect way to live. A different city every night, she wouldn't have to have close ties with anyone, and yet...she would get paid top dollar for beating the holy hell out of someone...it was exactly what she'd been looking for all her life. She, along with William fled to train together, he'd begun an exclusive deal with an Indy company and soon after, she would too. With kick boxing under the belt, she managed to catch on to the sport of wrestling with ease, and became an instant success story in that Indy organization they'd been signed too. She'd finally managed to live a life she wanted, doing things she wanted, without the scrutiny of her dad's belittling her on a daily basis...though, the nightmares of her past would haunt her forever...she could never block out the past but, God-willing, she'd build on her future and become her own success story. She refused to let her father's manipulative ways, his disgusting habits and his abuse stop her from living a life she deserved and soon, she would debut on the wrestling circuit fully trained and ready to kick some ass -- known only as Raychelle Parker-- alongside the man she's often times romantically linked to, William King.