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| The Rodriguez Brothers | Feb 17 2011, 06:34 AM Post #1 |
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How does one find redemption after a lifetime of self indulgence and selfishness? If anyone knew the answer to that it would have to be Draven. Once a man who indulged in many if not all of the seven deadly sins Draven had worked side by side with my teacher and mentor Marcus, the two had worked in the shadows dealing in the underhanded and destructive forces of business, not caring who they hurt they worked only for their own gain and the power of the all controlling dollar. But that was then, after personal revelations affected them both Draven and Marcus decided to take their own separate paths to find redemption, Marcus opening up his Gym to help others seeking physical enlightenment and perfection, Draven opened up a small clinic helping injured Wrestlers and other athlete’s alike to recover and come back even stronger. His clinic was at the end of a strip mall in an out of the way location, people weren’t lining up outside his door, but word of his work ethic had reached enough ears to provide him with, when you limped into his clinic and re-emerged walking two months later it was hard to deny that the man was good at what he did. Marcus was certain that with Draven’s help my arm would be back to one hundred percent in a matter of months, my mental scars were a different matter altogether. Draven ran a well organized and tight ship, a place for everything and everything in it’s place, inside was simple yet effective, various pieces of training equipment filled the room, a bookshelf filled with books about human anatomy and pamphlet’s about specific injuries and health information covered the walls. Draven didn’t need a secretary, I found him behind a desk, and a computer tucked into the corner, he looked up as I entered and rose to greet me offering me his hand. “You must be Chezina Rodriguez” he said “Marcus told me I should have a look at your arm” he said leading me over to a table He listened while I explained the circumstances of my injury, wincing once or twice “Beautiful Shame and the team of El Locon and his mystery partner eh?” Draven said “Sounds like a piece of work” “That’s putting it mildly” I said “El Locon's a monster, Brute force got him to the top of the ladder and now he’s got the World Tag Team Title shot, and it doesn’t look like he’s going to be content until he’s put The Rodriguez Brothers on the shelf permanently. “I’ve fought big men before…so called monsters” Draven said as he put me through a series of tests and took notes “Don’t ever let the term “Monster” throw you off, it has nothing to do with the size of your opponent, sure they can make a lot of noise and thump their chest and call themselves monster…but it’s about “Intentions” more than appearances…so don’t be intimidated by his size” Draven offered. “His size doesn’t scare me” I said rubbing my arm as it burned from exertion “But he’s cunning and intelligent, vicious, calculating, he’s the entire package of maliciousness and he’s got us in his sights” “Then I’ll tell you this…fight smart, I’ve seen your tapes, I’ve seen your sudden rise and fall” Draven said “What you did was nothing short of amazing in the short time that you did it, but the brightest flame burns the quickest Chezina, And believe me I’m speaking from personal experience…” “A fact I’m all too painfully aware of now” I said gesturing to my arm “You remind me a lot of myself when I first started…I captured a World Title, I was at the peak of my game, I pushed myself hard and then I was dismantled and dethroned by someone who wanted it even more than I did, I burned out too quick then, didn’t take care of myself…which is why I do what I do now, so other people won't make the same mistake” He chuckled as he went over the notes he’d taken on me “My professional advice to you as a medical consultant is to give yourself three to six months to rehab your arm Chezina, stay out of the wrestling ring and try not to exert yourself, but if you and I share as much in common as I think we do then we both know that isn’t an option, so I promise you that as long as you’re aware of the risks my door will always be open to you if you get hurt, I’ll do my best to keep you from falling apart…as long as you promise me you’ll use common sense and be aware of how your body is reacting to all the abuse you’re going to take” “I will” I promised “This career is my passion but I won’t end up in a wheel chair because of it” as we talked I noticed a picture sitting on his desk, it was the only picture in the room as a matter of fact, Draven stood with a Gold Belt around his waist and strikingly beautiful woman with her arms wrapped around him, Draven looked considerably younger and the two looked at one another with something akin to love in their eyes, following my gaze Draven smiled wistfully. “That picture is a moment frozen in time, one of the best moments of my life and how I’ll always choose to remember her” he said with a trace of sadness in his voice “But…you didn’t come to hear my stories about the past…my diagnosis on your arm is what you want” His voice slipping into a more professional tone he spoke to me “You don’t have the full range of motion that you normally would, its nothing career threatening, after the beating you took I’d say you’ve come off extremely lucky, chalk it up to the resilience of youth, the problem is if you re-injure your arm you could be looking at much more serious consequences, so I’m going to teach you some exercises you can do every day, several times a day, I’m also going to recommend that after a strenuous work out or a match that you put ice on your arm, I want you coming back here three times a week so we can monitor your progress, does that sound doable?” I nodded an affirmative and promised to keep an eye on my arm and not get myself in over my head again, when left it was with the confidence that my best interests were being looked after, between Marcus and Draven I knew that at least “Physically” I was covered. Mentally… I wasn’t so sure -- Later that evening found me at Cliff’s Bar and Grille, once upon a time Cliff’s had been hole in the wall bar frequented by the type of clientele that would more than likely shoot him rather than settle up their tab, Cliff himself was no slouch, a former biker he tipped the scales at three hundred fifty pounds, short and built like a brick house he certainly didn’t fear being mugged or shot, as matter of fact he’d seen plenty of both, but after the third time his bar burnt down he grew tired of the rough and tumble atmosphere and decided that this time when he rebuilt he’d make it a bit more classy. Cliff’s Bar and Grille was quickly becoming a popular place to eat for people of all types, I quite often frequented the bar on nights that I didn’t feel like cooking, and given that I was traveling a lot and a lazy bachelor to boot I almost always ate here when I was in town. Karen showed up managing to look attractive and professional at the same time, her shirt clung to her in the right places and she turned more than one head as she walked across the floor to my table, Cliff shot me a look and then gave me a quick thumbs up before returning to polishing a glass. “Chezina” She smiled leaning down and offering me a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth, just enough to make me wish it would last a little longer, the brief contact left the taste of cinnamon teasing my sense of taste “I’m glad you could make it” “Happy to” I told her as she sat down “Thank you for inviting me” “I’ve only seen this place from the outside” she said crossing her legs under the table “I figured it was time to come in” she said. Our conversation turned to what we did for a living, there was only so much I could tell her about my “job” she’d seen plenty of me on television, after she’d learned who I was and what I did she’d made it a point to study up on it, thus the majority of our conversation focused on the people I’d faced and the matches I’d had, something I considered boring dinner conversation but something she seemed to find intriguing and entertaining. “So…Beautiful Shame” she said snickering as she sipped at her glass of wine “Sounds like a Porno name to me…and they're supposed to be Tag Team Champions? Tag Team of the Year?” “That’s all because of political games” I said as Cliff ambled over to take our dinner orders “If they're such legends then why do they need political advantages? Can’t they handle business on their own?” she said speaking of Beautiful Shame “They sound like old wolves…their time is done…and you’re the younger wolf looking to prove a point” she said with a grin, her lips turned up in a wicked smile that for some reason I liked the look of “I hadn’t thought of it like that” I said “You can take them” She said with a fierceness that surprised me “You beat Nathan Paradine to earn this opportunity…he was a former Las Vegas and Tap Out Champion, albeit a poor excuse for one, I’ve seen your tapes Chezina, you’re a force to be reckoned with in that ring, Beautiful Shame, El Locon and whoever his mystery partner is have nothing on you” “I appreciate your vote of confidence” I said with a smile “I try not to think about it like that, if I let myself get overconfident then I’ve already lost the match” “You’re so humble” she smiled as Cliff brought over our dinner As we ate I managed to shift the discussion to what it was she did “I’m self employed, I run my own business, built my own website, I deal with people all over the world, consulting and supplying in various aspects of business, I even do a little web design on the side” she told me, I rent a small office space just big enough for me and I more than break even, it’s a respectable living that offers me time for plenty of hobbies” By the time dinner was over she was holding my hand as we laughed, we’d spoken about everything from our childhoods to our schooling, by the time I paid the bill and we stepped outside we were arm in arm and I felt as if I knew her quite well, I walked her to her car and before she opened her door she pressed her lips to mine in the kind of kiss I’d been wanting all night. “Come home with me” she said after we’d caught our breaths “I’m not usually this bold on the first date but I know I’ll be in good hands” Her request caught me off guard and as if by reflex I tried to beg off “Well I…I mean you were attacked not far from here…I don’t want you feeling like you owe me anything, especially anything sexual” I quickly added Rather than answer me she took my hand and put it against her breast, lacing our fingers she squeezed, the softness of her skin only a few layers of fabric away from my hands. So close…yet so far “Hush Chezina…you can’t humble your way out of this one” she smiled up at me “I want more…Do you?” “Karen we just met…and I don’t want to do anything you may regret tomorrow morning” “Chezina you could talk yourself out of anything you deserve” she purred in my ear “I’m not defenseless, and you wouldn’t be taking anything that wasn’t offered…so I’ll say it again…I want more…do you?” The look of fire in her eyes sent shivers down my spine, my hand still cupping her breast I met her gaze. Didn’t I deserve something like this? Laying in a hospital bed alone, aching for the simplest human touch, compassion? I’d paid my dues for months now in social situations like this and gotten nothing but hurt in the end…damn it I deserved this! What was one night between consenting adults? “Yes…” I said my voice coming out rougher that I would have liked “I do want more” Karen stood up on her tip toes and kissed me hard, the kind of kiss that stole the breath from my lungs and left me looking for something solid to grab onto when we broke it “Then follow me” she smiled getting into her car I followed her on my bike, all the while my father's voice echoing in my head ((Filthy Sinner…)) The voice growled ((You’re going straight to hell!)) Riding down the road in the warm summer evening with the wind in my face and my heart racing at the prospect at what was to come I spoke “Judge not lest ye be judged…” The words reached no one, carried away on the breeze never to be heard again. But the voice fell silent regardless. |
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