| The Crisis Hotline; ...A Crisis Of my Own... | |
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| Madd Mila | Jan 29 2017, 08:05 PM Post #1 |
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![]() "...A Crisis Of my Own..." DATE & TIME: 1.20.2017 @ 11:19 pM LOCATION: BAR - Hamptons, New York “This is how we do it!” I shout to J.J. in my best Montell Jordan impression, before shooting down a shot of Cobra Whiskey. “This is the only place in town with this stuff.” J.J. stares at the shot placed before her, seemingly a little hesitant. “Is this that Cobra stuff you mentioned?” “Yup! Get it girl. Kill that shit in one gulp.” I encourage her. Cobra Whiskey packed a serious punch and the bite was as lethal as the toxic spit of an actual Cobra. J.J. raises the glass and stares it, “Down the hatch.” She gulps the shot and her facial expression said it all. She coughs and reaches for a chaser that doesn’t exist. “Let me get a Sprite.” The bartender was quick to get the drink for J.J. nearly drinks it all as soon as the straw touches her lips. J.J. grasps a napkin and scrubs her tongue dramatically before turning to me. "Why do people willingly drink that?" She coughs a few times and jokingly makes one of those gagging faces. "That was probably the worst thing I've ever tasted!" “Honestly…” I take a moment to hold back my laughter. “I don’t know. It’s something I learned in America when I went to prep school. “ I kill off what remains of Jaylen’s sprit and slide the glass to the end of the bar. It crashes into the stack of glasses at the end that the Cocktail Server is trying to place in a dish washer. The Server shoots an annoyed scold in our direction, “What you gonna do about it?!” the Server goes back to doing dishes. “How are you ribs today love?” I ask with concern. “Will you be able to do more training tomorrow?” She rubs her abdomen and winces in pain slightly. She tried to cover it up really well. "Yeah. Ill be fine tomorrow after I get some rest. I can't wait to train again!" “Are you sure? We can take a longer break if you want. Rope work is not a joke. I broke three ribs doing rope work.” I allow the words to settle in her mind. “Be honest Jaylen. I was the same as you, but my Uncles allowed me to keep going because they wanted me to be the toughest girl in the ring.” Thoughts of my training days made me cringe and nearly put me in a daze. Cedro, my former brother… I decided to write him off for now, and myself had the most grueling training ever. My uncle, the great, Barcelona Bruiser, Edgar Martinez trained us during the summers we spent in Spain. Cedro would venture back and forth from Spain to Mexico with mi madre, but father kept me in Spain with him and my brothers. My Father was always a noble man, spending much of his life in the medical field and training to be a surgeon he bought me everything I wanted, but Edgar was like my second father. He had lost his daughter in a border smuggling incident before I was ever born so he treated me like his own. He made me tough, he made me fierce, he made me malicious. I intended to do the same with J.J. She sighed but then the smile returned to her face. "Okay. Im going to be honest. It hurts a little. BUT I DONT WANT TO STOP!" She yells. Her excitement nearly knocked me out of the bar stool. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to scream over the music or if she was truly that excited? I liked the fires that burned deep within her. She was my protégé and the wrestling world needed another spitting image of me. With all this, Fisky Business going on, JJ was a good distraction from all the craziness, not to mention, my upcoming match against the Homeless Henry of Hardknox. “Oh shit tomorrow’s Monday isn’t it?” J.J. startled by my abruptness shakes her head in agreement, a little confused by my alertness. “Yeah….” I cut her off immediately. “SHIT! We gotta be back to Michigan by tomorrow morning!” “Why? What’s happening?” J.J. asks. “DUDE!” I shout with urgency and panic in my voice. “I have a meeting with Andreas fucking Lasiewicz in the morning! And I can’t be late.” I pay for another round of Cobra Whiskey and contemplate what to do next. I had a long 10 hours ahead of me. What was a girl to do? What was a girl to do? I found myself in a crisis and the only hotline available was my own. END |
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