The Crisis Hotline

The Crisis Hotline Jan 29, 2017 16:27:26 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 16:27:26 GMT -5

"Blood Runs Thin"

DATE & TIME: 1.25.2017 @ 7:47 PM
LOCATION: Lake Eerie

“What are you doing?!” Tristan’s voice had a futzed sound as he yelled through the speaker. I wasn’t having it anymore. This little over privileged brat didn’t know who he was talking.

“Shush up Tristan. First of all, don’t ever raise your voice at me… on the phone, in public, don’t even put an exclamation mark at the end of your sentence when you text me.” My tone was stern and my mind was immovable. Usage of the third eye was magical. “I’m hip to the new school Tristan, and this follow the leader, come out the same cookie cutter bullshit just ain’t gonna for me.”

Miguel smoked the blunt and watched like he was watching an episode of Atlanta. A grin here, a chuckle there, and the occasional eruption of laughter. I was furious with my little cousin. "I'm not saying Arkia sucks and I'm not discrediting her..." I take a moment to collect my words. "I'm just saying, if she's that great then why the fuck couldn't you pull out a victory?!" My rage was tough to control. "Yeah, tell mi hermano to give me a call. Hasta luego." SPLACK! The phone splashes into the lake and Miguel rushes to the shore line.

"Damn Might Milz!" He passes the blunt to me and I accept with gratitude. "Damn what?!" I shout back with aggression.

"You're snappy. Like a lil' ghetto ass snapping turtle." Miguel jokes. I try to keep serious but his humor got the best of me and I crack a smile. "The weed is making me laugh, you're really not that funny." I have to reassure him that he is beneath me at all times. I was the Heiress to HardKnox, no one was going to do what I was about to do.

"Why are you so upset?" Miguel asks with concern. I take a few more drags before passing it off to him.

"Why am I so upset? What do you mean why am I so upset? Have you not noticed the level of disrespect I get? From my own family even. My brother won't even call me back. Tristan is against me. Arkia came at me first, don't you get that?!" My voice was going horse. I needed to get control of my emotions, but I was just too heavily angered. I wanted rivers of blood rushing over my feet and bodies lying next to me. I want to conquer every mountain and I was hell bent on coming for those at the top. RISE Wrestling has champions, sure. But everyone shoots at the Champions, I'm coming for the trainers.

In Japan, China, and some parts of Spain and Brazil even, a Martial Arts Sifu or Shehan will bring their best student to the dojo and they will have their best student challenge their best student, and then the Sifu or Shehan will challenge the grand master of the dojo. It's a test of credentials and everyone is upset because I choose to test someones credentials? What is wrong with that? Why must they're egos be threatened? I'm showing up to RISE and I'm proving my worth from the jump. Let me beat the trainer before I step to any of your champions.

Miguel passes the blunt to me once again. "Well calm down. Look out there, look at the water it'll calm you. Smoke the blunt, inhale that shit deep and exhale slow. You need to stabilize yo mind. It's too much happening up there at once. I'd be upset if my family dissed me too, but let it go." His words made sense. I chiefed on the blunt a bit longer and gave the lake a long look. That blinding shimmer that came when the sunsets gave me a warm feeling inside. I begin to calm down a bit... my breathing slowed... my mind focused. I was grounded.. Finally. I was ready to climb mount everest.

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The Crisis Hotline Jan 29, 2017 16:28:12 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 16:28:12 GMT -5

"...GUIDANCE..."

DATE & TIME: 1.26.2017 @ 11:19 AM
LOCATION: BODY SLAM ACADEMY - Ann Arbor, Michigan

“Mila this is a lot for one day.” Jaylen explains while catching the wind she had loss from her rope work reps. She was new to it all and very naïve, but she had talent that would make a veteran sweat. “Can we take a small break for now?”

What was on this girls mind? A break? “A break? But we just got started. If you want to be one of the best you better be ready to go the distance. It’s the same in life. You’re an heiress, just as I am too. Being an heiress means you’ve got it all, but it also means you have nothing, and most importantly… it means you have no one.” I allow my guidance to settle in her mind.

The third eye was a mother fucker. Life’s lessons had taught me a lot in my few years here, and I had many years left to go, but I figured the few gates of hell that I’ve walked through gave me a right to mentor somebody in something.

“I didn’t mean like a full on break. Just a drink of water.” She was so adorable. She reminded me of Ryan Hall’s daughter if she were older and not raised by Ryan at all.

“Yeah,” I say a little hesitantly. “But you won’t always be able to get a hold of water during your match.” J.J. understands as she steps out of the ring.

“Of course, if you can’t find water, the fans have soda, beer, all sorts of shit you could use as an alternative.” I try to hold back my laughter with a grin as J.J. slides out and drinks from her Smart Water.

Under the bottom turnbuckle pad my phone rings like crazy and I hurry over to answer it. “Hey J.J. take an extra five, this one might take a minute.” I hurry away from the ring, out the exit doors and into the parking lot to answer my phone. It was Cedro, my brother! I loved him so much.

“Cedro!” I shout into the phone.

"What is going on, Sister? What is this craziness you've gotten yourself into?" Cedro speaks to me and his somewhat of a light chuckle on the end made my blood boil. "You are fiery woman you are, and I can see you're highly inspired to prove the doubters wrong once again as you always do, but to put down your Nephew's trainers for him not being elite?" I could sense him shaking his head on the other side of the line. "I always wanted to see you two work together at some point, but wow, this was an unexpected take." I hold back my anger with a cackle and fail miserably.

“Hold up? Why s that funny to you? Is this a joke to you? Do you think I’m joking?!” The rage was building with every question. I knew this was going to get worse. “Calm down Mila. This is Cedro you’re talking to—“ My thumb hit end on the cell phone and my palm released the phone, allowing it to shatter against the concrete. That was phone number two… fuck.

I was getting ready tired of the disrespect. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they weren’t treating me like I was a fucking joke. The vibes I was getting were awful and it made me want to attack the whole locker room… no better yet, the whole company… no better yet, the entire business.

Politics happen in all organizations, but that’s the problem with all of it. It’s an ORGANIZATION. My nephew sold his soul and my brother did too. They don’t represent the family name anymore, they just go and do it for themselves or they do it to appease others. It’s always been that way for Cedro and it’ll always be that way for Tristan. He wants to get out of his brothers shadow, yet can’t seem to create his own shade.

The doors were cold against my hands as I entered the Gym. Surprisingly the cooled nature of the door helped balance me out a bit. Not too much, but enough to help me get through the rest of my day.

I return to the squared circle where I find my fellow prize fighter and Heiress to awesomeness pushing through the pain and completing her reps. Rope work was always grueling and never fun, but it made all the difference. I step into the ring and walk J.J. through an entire history lesson of wrestling and we spend hours working turnbuckle whips, back bumps, handstand bumps, headlocks, and headlock take overs.

It was a great day of intense training, we both pushed each other, and J.J. really proved herself to be quite the athlete. She had the it factor. She was looking like someone who would blossom into a legit contender in any promotion.

Ha, legit. I’d been hearing that word a lot lately. “So what are we going to do now?” J.J. asks as she finishes blow drying her hair. Her questioning took me by surprise and forced me out of my trance. My conversation with my brother lingered in my mind. I was hoping that maybe he would at least see it from my point of view, but of course he didn’t.

“I’m not sure yet, but we will figure something out. I really want to go shopping.” I exclaim with a smile. J.J.’s reactions made it obvious that she agreed with the plan. She finishes working on her hair and everything begins to way in on me. I can feel the mood swing coming on before it actually happens.

“Alright, what’s next?” J.J. asks while grabbing her bag. She looked great and her hair was…. So fetch. Ya, we making that shit happen. I lead the way out of the gym to the parking lot where the Uber is waiting. I enter after J.J. and shut the door and we make our journey back to the hotel.

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