| The Crisis Hotline; ...A Crisis of My Own Pt. 2... | |
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| Madd Mila | Feb 1 2017, 07:09 AM Post #1 |
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![]() "...A Crisis Of my Own Pt. 2..." DATE & TIME: 1.21.2017 @ 9:34 AM LOCATION: RISE Gym - Michigan Damn. Fuck. Shit. They were the only words that came to mind. I never thought I’d find myself in Andreas Lasiewicz office. Not without Heather being here to drop off lunch before we went shopping or something. This was definitely new to me, and this was too much experience for me to take it all in at once. Here I was getting lectured to and told what I am doing, how I am doing it, and why I shouldn’t be doing it. So pretty much being told my mom should’ve aborted me. All I saw were lips moving but I couldn’t make out any of the words he was saying. I knew it was a long list of stuff I wasn’t doing correctly when I felt myself leaning backward in the office chair. If he got any closer to me we’d be soul mates. I see his nostrils wiggle a bit and I immediately think of all the cobra whiskey I drank house earlier and the bowl I smoked in the parking lot before talking this walk of shame into his office. Yeah, I was four minutes late, don’t judge me. The disappointment in his face set in and that’s when I knew it was my ticket to vanish. I rise from the chair after thanking him for his time and promising to correct all the wrong’s about myself. My exit was as polite as my entrance and by the time I had reached my car I had totally rethought my existence. Was I that awful? Maybe I should consider changing who I am completely. Sounds stupid as fuck right? Yeah, I tell myself that a lot. It was too early for this blue collar bullshit. The door to Ryan’s Mazda 6 slams shut without my knowledge and Ryan Hall hurries back to the driver’s seat. “How did it go?” He asks with curiosity. A tad annoyed I roll my eyes and respond anyways. “It was basically him retelling me the rules of RISE Wrestling.” “Which are?” Damn I hated when he got like this. A grown ass man, but he will transform into a three year old real quick. Question after question like miles in a marathon, I was built for it, but today I wasn’t trying to show it. “What do you mean? Stop. Just stop.” I grab the bubbler from the drink holder and light the bowl while Ryan blows through a red light and scares the hell out of me. “Come on Ryan! Why do you have to be a dick?” “Why can’t you answer simple questions, simply?” His tone wasn’t harsh, his voice didn’t raise, I guess I was being the asshole this time. Chambered smoke leaves my lungs and exits my mouth, filling his car with a thick smog that you could only recreate in an eerie swamp film. “I’m sorry Ryan. I’m not mad at you. I’m just pissed because they were telling me I was disrespectful to the trainers, and Arkia. He claims by doing that I disrespect the RISE Gym and I disrespect him. And he doesn’t take that lightly.” I mock the sound of his voice at the end. I’d never been talked to the way he was talking to me. “He said no matter how I feel, I’m still classified as a student.” I hit the bowl once more. “Me?.. a fucking student. A student?! Fuck nah. Puto loco.” Ryan’s little giggly ass was about to get beat the fuck up. Today just wasn’t my day. “It’s not funny Ryan! I smelled like weed and alcohol. I’m hung over as shit. Where the popeyes at around here?” I ask while rubbing my belly and exhaled another cloud of smoke. “You want Popeyes Mila?” “That’s what I said isn’t it?!” My words were lethal. Every letter, every consonant was delivered with an attack. Lasiewicz had me heated. I hate being talked to like a child. “He was saying I might not get called up to the main roster if I didn’t change my ways and shit. It’s a lot of bullshit. Why is everyone so mean to me Ryan?” “You’re just misunderstood Camila. Get used to it.” Ryan says with a smile. That's not some shit you get used to. It cheered me up to hear different perspectives about the matter, but I still wasn’t one hundred percent happy. I was actually pissed off. I come to RISE and get treated like I’m just doing so much wrong. They basically want me to play like everybody else or suffer the consequences. Which I am cool with that, but they will have to realize I’m not everybody else and I’m not in RISE to play. Yeah it’s developmental but I’m still coming to hurt people. END. |
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