Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 1:32:40 GMT -5
I'm absolutely pissed. The Nightclub is busy and loud, so the three of us either have to shout or huddle a little closer in order to hear each other over the bass that's pounding, even rattling the tables and drinks. I've got my arms crossed against my chest and Stacy is trying to calm me down, one of her hands is on my shoulder and she's giving me one of those 'I feel for you' smiles. Chels is of course looking above our heads for the asshole that pissed me off in the first place
Mack: I can't believe he did a grope and run. I know he's still here...
Chelsea: I know right! He better hope he's not here still, if he tries something like that again it'll be the last time it happens...
Stacy: Yeah definitely
Mack: Never mind you too, you can have what's left after I wipe the floor with him
Stacy: Of course, but anyway, forget about that dick head for the time being...we need to find you a man! See anyone you like the look of?
I scan the room one more time while taking a swig of a fruity drink that Stacy had insisted I try. It's awful by the way but I'm not one to waste alcohol. No one in the room was in league with me and all I could picture was high maintenance guys with even higher maintenance egos. I mumble into my drink.
Mack: Ya if I was some prissy prima donna there would be tonnes
Chelsea: Hmmm, perhaps this wasn't the best place to come...
I bite the inside of my cheek feeling a little guilty and not wanting to make them feel bad. they were doing me a favour after all. I didn't want to seem unappreciative
Mack: I'm sorry guys. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I just don't think we're going to find anybody in this sorta place that is going to be a match for me. I mean you guys wouldn't let me wear my jeans and sweatshirt and that's what I'm comfortable in. I do appreciate it and you know what, even if it's just use girls it's a night out right? We can dance and make all those guys jealous that they can't have us
Just as I finish saying this I hear a drunk laugh behind me and a slap to the part of my ass that's slightly off the back of the stool they call chairs in this place.
Drunk: Hey baby, wanna dance?
The sound of the chair falling to the ground rings as I stand up and grab the guy by hte wrist, he barely has time to register that I have him when I'm twisting it at a bad angle. he cries out in pain.
Mack: I dunno, can you dance while your wrist is broken?
Drunk: What the Hell you crazy bitch...all I did was ask for a...dance! Are you a...lesbian or something? Are these your...girlfriends? Owww...
Mack: So what if they are... can you imagine getting beat up by three crazy lesbians, who by the way are all professional wrestlers?
I twist a little more as Chelsea and Stacy stand up. I think I might be on the verge of growling like a rabid dog...but it's hard to say since I'd already had a few drinks by this time.
Drunk: Wrestlers eh? C'mon...everybody knows...that wrestling is...fake...
Mack: Does the pain in your wrist feel fake to you?
Drunk: No...but anyone can twist someone's wrist...you stupid bitch...
Stacy: I think that was him asking you to show him what else you can do Mack...
I smile almost sadistically and give Stacy a wink before pulling the drunk guy into a headlock. His arms begin to flail. People on the dance floor are starting to stop and stare. Even the music starts to fade down. A crowd is gathering around us and I continue to squeeze and this bastard is yelling for help from them while they all stare like deer caught in headlights
Drunk: Get off me! Somebody get this crazy lesbian off me!
I look up Just as a man is pushing through the crowd. He's heavily tattooed and dressed in a black short sleeved plain T-shirt, a pair of black smart trousers and a pair of black shoes. He doesn't have a very happy look on his face as he pries me and the drunk apart. I instantly resent this guy. What the hell... I was just teaching this asswipe a lesson after all.
Man: Okay break it up! What the Hell is going on here?
Drunk: I asked this bitch for a dance and she started assaulting me!
I let out a grunt. Was he really going to make it seem like I was some unstable crazy woman? Really? Like he was oh so innocent.
Mack: Not before he repeatedly took liberties with my ass
A large black bald man in a black suit and shades appears beside this guy standing between me and this drunk idiot and I'm pretty sure he's probably the owner now. He nods at the darker man and the bouncer disappears as quickly as he shown...almost like he had super human cloaking abilities. No wonder the security in this place wore black...easier to observe and not be seen I suppose.
Man: That was my bouncer, he told me he saw the whole thing and that you're telling the truth Miss...so you Sir...you better find another place to drink because you're barred!
The drunk grunts and staggers away before he turns back to give me the worse case of cut eye I'd seen outside a ring in a while. The two other security guys start to haul the guy out. Then like he's had his berserker button pressed he starts fighting them like a mad man, then He manages to break loose steams it right at me with his fist raised. I steady my body, getting ready to make a counter move, but before I can, the owner dude just grabs his fist out of nowhere. The dude is so shocked that he stares at him holding his fist like it's the most amazing shit since Houdini did the Chinese torture trick. Then this dude just pushes drunkie back into the arms of the security guards and they drag him away. I start smirking until he turns back to me with that same serious look he just gave that bastard that was now cooling his jets outside.
Man: I apologise, we don't normally get people like that in here. Unfortunately because you got violent, I'm going to have to ask you to leave too...
Is he serious right now?
Mack: Whatever. Why should I have to be punished for his groping? Am I supposed to just let him do it and hope that you and your cronies come out here in time?
Stacy: Hang on a second Mack...Steele? Steele Matthews?
I roll my eyes. Of course Stacy knows him.
Mack: Great you all know each other. Hooray!
My sarcasm isn't obvious at all... no...
Chelsea: We used to wrestle in the same company together...
Mack: Ok...
Unless this was going to prevent me from being kicked to the curb like I was some punk then I was failing to see why this mattered exactly.
Steele: Well this changes everything, I'm sorry for nearly kicking you out of my club, stay as long as you want and I'll make sure the three of you receive free drinks on me for the rest of night...
Uh.. wow.... that's all it took... well bully for me I guess.
Stacy: Thanks, hey Chels, you thinking what I'm thinking?
I look back and forth between the two girls and then my eyes widen as I suddenly realize what they ARE thinking and I give a violent shake of my head
Mack: No bloody way. You really think I'd be good with THAT guy?
The two women ignore my protesting
Chelsea: Definitely, hey Steele, this is Makayla. Stace and I are going to have a dance...you two have fun...bye!
They run away before I can say anything and I'm left holding the bag. Steele takes a seat opposite me at the table, carefully folding his hands in front of him. I don't think he realizes that we've been set up.
Steele: Those two seem pretty adamant we should talk to one another, what's going on?
I roll my eyes and look him directly in the eyes. I made it a habit of never avoiding eye contact when i can help it. I read once that it proves that you are being honest with somebody because a liar can't look people in the eyes... they really do give everything away.
Mack: They want to set me up with someone because I'm the only single girl. so I'm sorry if they've made this awkward for you
Steele chuckles as he calls to one of the petite waitresses. She's there in a flash with two bottles of beer, and hands them to Steele who hands one to me. Nice. Can't say no to free stuff.
Steele: It's fine, I'm in a similar situation myself with my friends, ever since I discovered that my now ex-wife had given birth to a baby girl who turned out to NOT be my daughter...
I take a swig of my beer, looking at him over the edge of it. Damn that's rough. I
Mack: shit... I couldn't even imagine that
Steele: Yeah, at first I was pretty depressed, I still sort of am to be honest, but my ex-wife was a typical girly girl, and I've just kinda gone off those types of girls now. It's difficult to find a girl out there who I can actually go out and watch a good game of ice hockey with...
I give him a suspicious look and tilt my head, appraising his face.
Mack: You're messing me with right?
Steele: What makes you say that?
Mack: Well I guess you can tell that I'm not a 'girly girl' in fact it took some real begging by my friends to get me to wear heels tonight. I am not someone that likes to bother with too much looks wise.
Steele: I'm the same when it comes to looks, these are just work clothes, away from here I'm dressed as a punk...since that's what I am a punk.
Mack: Punk....
I laugh a little because earlier I'd been thinking that about the drunk.
Mack: Well I just wear what's comfortable
Steele: Yeah, not many people would consider a punk's attire all too comfortable, but that's what I'm comfortable in. But enough about me, tell me about yourself...
God I'd had too much to drink because I found myself babbling about things I didn't normally easily open up about.
Mack: Well.. I can understand the depression thing although it's gotten better but I lost my Daddy 2 years ago suddenly. He and I were pretty close. It's taken me until now to really accept any offer to a real fed. It helped that Chelsea saw me in the indies and put in a good word. I hadn't even met her before we ran into each other outside a hotel in Kansas
Steele: I'm sorry for your loss, so where are you from, originally?
Mack: From a little Farm in Wisconsin but we moved when I was 10 to Sacramento to live with my uncle and his horrible troll family because my Dad couldn't keep the farm running anymore
I suddenly have a few flashbacks of milking cows and feeding sheep. when I was really little I'd had an incident with a chicken chasing me all the way back to the big house and my Daddy had laughed at me while wiping my tears. I think that chicken turned out to be one of my fave hens. It had been sad the day we left.
Mack: ya, I never really fit in much in Sacramento. I kinda felt like Brenda Walsh when she first came to Beverly hills in the original 90210. Out of place, only I didn't turn into one of the popular kids, I kinda just stayed in the background
Steele: Yeah I hear ya, so anyway, since you know the kind of music I like, what kind of music are you into?
Mack: I kinda like everything really. Maybe that's weird since everybody seems to have the group but I just like music
Steele: That's cool, once I found punk rock and let out my true colours, that was when I realised that there's too much hate in the world in regards to the type of person you are and what your interests are. I'm a punk and I don't care whether other people are punks or not, I treat people the way I expect to be treated, if people can't respect that then they're not worth my time...
Mack: Well.. I'm a jock. but not like those a-holes George and Kevin, I'm a true Jock where I'm good at sports and I enjoy watching them and I don't pick on people who don't deserve it. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I was raised by my Dad. Not that he wanted a boy. I mean he already had my older sister too but my mom was around to help with her
Blab some more Makayla. let's just tell this guy our whole life story in one sitting... stupid fruity drinks.
Steele: Yeah, makes sense...
The large black bouncer approaches Steele and whispers something in his ear.
Steele: I'm sorry Makayla but I need to get back to business, before I go though I have another question, do you like hockey?
Mack: Does it Snow in January in Canada? I'm a Kings fan. Hope that doesn't make you an instant enemy
God I'm such a geek.
Steele: No shit? I'm a King's fan too! I was going to ask if you would join me for their home game on Saturday against the Rockies. I have two tickets as a friend of mine was going to join me but he's got some family matters to attend too that day. I'd really like it if you came, I like you...
For the first time in a few years, I actually blush but do to the limited lighting in the club it goes unnoticed by Steele. Thank god.
Mack: I'd like that. I haven't been to a game in a long time. I think I might like you too... you're not like these other ego driven idiots
Steele smiles at me before he takes a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbles something on it before passing it to me. A phone number with his name.
Steele: There's my cell phone number, when you can, text me your number and we'll arrange everything...it's been nice talking to you.
I actually give me a true smile, maybe part of it is because a lot of my inhibition is gone due to the alcohol coursing through my veins...which is also making me wish that he'd ask me to wait till the end of the night. Stupid hormones. Stupid fruity drinks. Stupid night club. But I did actually like the guy.
Mack: I will.
Steele nods, smiling again before turning around and disappearing through the crowded club as Stacy and Chelsea suddenly re-appear behind me. A normal girl would have jumped at Stacy's hand on my shoulder suddenly but not me. I just turned my head up at her and she looked a touch un-nerved at my lack of normal reaction. I'd trained myself to not be surprised by much, so I'm sure the girls would get used to it eventually.
Stacy: Well?
Chelsea: What happened?
Mack: Looks like I have a date.
I give them a cheesy grin and before I know it they're hauling me out of my seat into group hug full of girly squeals. this was definitely something I had to get used to.
We don't know each other from Adam Young.... I'm sorry I know, bad pun but he did seem to enjoy his de-bitching..
Mack: I can't believe he did a grope and run. I know he's still here...
Chelsea: I know right! He better hope he's not here still, if he tries something like that again it'll be the last time it happens...
Stacy: Yeah definitely
Mack: Never mind you too, you can have what's left after I wipe the floor with him
Stacy: Of course, but anyway, forget about that dick head for the time being...we need to find you a man! See anyone you like the look of?
I scan the room one more time while taking a swig of a fruity drink that Stacy had insisted I try. It's awful by the way but I'm not one to waste alcohol. No one in the room was in league with me and all I could picture was high maintenance guys with even higher maintenance egos. I mumble into my drink.
Mack: Ya if I was some prissy prima donna there would be tonnes
Chelsea: Hmmm, perhaps this wasn't the best place to come...
I bite the inside of my cheek feeling a little guilty and not wanting to make them feel bad. they were doing me a favour after all. I didn't want to seem unappreciative
Mack: I'm sorry guys. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I just don't think we're going to find anybody in this sorta place that is going to be a match for me. I mean you guys wouldn't let me wear my jeans and sweatshirt and that's what I'm comfortable in. I do appreciate it and you know what, even if it's just use girls it's a night out right? We can dance and make all those guys jealous that they can't have us
Just as I finish saying this I hear a drunk laugh behind me and a slap to the part of my ass that's slightly off the back of the stool they call chairs in this place.
Drunk: Hey baby, wanna dance?
The sound of the chair falling to the ground rings as I stand up and grab the guy by hte wrist, he barely has time to register that I have him when I'm twisting it at a bad angle. he cries out in pain.
Mack: I dunno, can you dance while your wrist is broken?
Drunk: What the Hell you crazy bitch...all I did was ask for a...dance! Are you a...lesbian or something? Are these your...girlfriends? Owww...
Mack: So what if they are... can you imagine getting beat up by three crazy lesbians, who by the way are all professional wrestlers?
I twist a little more as Chelsea and Stacy stand up. I think I might be on the verge of growling like a rabid dog...but it's hard to say since I'd already had a few drinks by this time.
Drunk: Wrestlers eh? C'mon...everybody knows...that wrestling is...fake...
Mack: Does the pain in your wrist feel fake to you?
Drunk: No...but anyone can twist someone's wrist...you stupid bitch...
Stacy: I think that was him asking you to show him what else you can do Mack...
I smile almost sadistically and give Stacy a wink before pulling the drunk guy into a headlock. His arms begin to flail. People on the dance floor are starting to stop and stare. Even the music starts to fade down. A crowd is gathering around us and I continue to squeeze and this bastard is yelling for help from them while they all stare like deer caught in headlights
Drunk: Get off me! Somebody get this crazy lesbian off me!
I look up Just as a man is pushing through the crowd. He's heavily tattooed and dressed in a black short sleeved plain T-shirt, a pair of black smart trousers and a pair of black shoes. He doesn't have a very happy look on his face as he pries me and the drunk apart. I instantly resent this guy. What the hell... I was just teaching this asswipe a lesson after all.
Man: Okay break it up! What the Hell is going on here?
Drunk: I asked this bitch for a dance and she started assaulting me!
I let out a grunt. Was he really going to make it seem like I was some unstable crazy woman? Really? Like he was oh so innocent.
Mack: Not before he repeatedly took liberties with my ass
A large black bald man in a black suit and shades appears beside this guy standing between me and this drunk idiot and I'm pretty sure he's probably the owner now. He nods at the darker man and the bouncer disappears as quickly as he shown...almost like he had super human cloaking abilities. No wonder the security in this place wore black...easier to observe and not be seen I suppose.
Man: That was my bouncer, he told me he saw the whole thing and that you're telling the truth Miss...so you Sir...you better find another place to drink because you're barred!
The drunk grunts and staggers away before he turns back to give me the worse case of cut eye I'd seen outside a ring in a while. The two other security guys start to haul the guy out. Then like he's had his berserker button pressed he starts fighting them like a mad man, then He manages to break loose steams it right at me with his fist raised. I steady my body, getting ready to make a counter move, but before I can, the owner dude just grabs his fist out of nowhere. The dude is so shocked that he stares at him holding his fist like it's the most amazing shit since Houdini did the Chinese torture trick. Then this dude just pushes drunkie back into the arms of the security guards and they drag him away. I start smirking until he turns back to me with that same serious look he just gave that bastard that was now cooling his jets outside.
Man: I apologise, we don't normally get people like that in here. Unfortunately because you got violent, I'm going to have to ask you to leave too...
Is he serious right now?
Mack: Whatever. Why should I have to be punished for his groping? Am I supposed to just let him do it and hope that you and your cronies come out here in time?
Stacy: Hang on a second Mack...Steele? Steele Matthews?
I roll my eyes. Of course Stacy knows him.
Mack: Great you all know each other. Hooray!
My sarcasm isn't obvious at all... no...
Chelsea: We used to wrestle in the same company together...
Mack: Ok...
Unless this was going to prevent me from being kicked to the curb like I was some punk then I was failing to see why this mattered exactly.
Steele: Well this changes everything, I'm sorry for nearly kicking you out of my club, stay as long as you want and I'll make sure the three of you receive free drinks on me for the rest of night...
Uh.. wow.... that's all it took... well bully for me I guess.
Stacy: Thanks, hey Chels, you thinking what I'm thinking?
I look back and forth between the two girls and then my eyes widen as I suddenly realize what they ARE thinking and I give a violent shake of my head
Mack: No bloody way. You really think I'd be good with THAT guy?
The two women ignore my protesting
Chelsea: Definitely, hey Steele, this is Makayla. Stace and I are going to have a dance...you two have fun...bye!
They run away before I can say anything and I'm left holding the bag. Steele takes a seat opposite me at the table, carefully folding his hands in front of him. I don't think he realizes that we've been set up.
Steele: Those two seem pretty adamant we should talk to one another, what's going on?
I roll my eyes and look him directly in the eyes. I made it a habit of never avoiding eye contact when i can help it. I read once that it proves that you are being honest with somebody because a liar can't look people in the eyes... they really do give everything away.
Mack: They want to set me up with someone because I'm the only single girl. so I'm sorry if they've made this awkward for you
Steele chuckles as he calls to one of the petite waitresses. She's there in a flash with two bottles of beer, and hands them to Steele who hands one to me. Nice. Can't say no to free stuff.
Steele: It's fine, I'm in a similar situation myself with my friends, ever since I discovered that my now ex-wife had given birth to a baby girl who turned out to NOT be my daughter...
I take a swig of my beer, looking at him over the edge of it. Damn that's rough. I
Mack: shit... I couldn't even imagine that
Steele: Yeah, at first I was pretty depressed, I still sort of am to be honest, but my ex-wife was a typical girly girl, and I've just kinda gone off those types of girls now. It's difficult to find a girl out there who I can actually go out and watch a good game of ice hockey with...
I give him a suspicious look and tilt my head, appraising his face.
Mack: You're messing me with right?
Steele: What makes you say that?
Mack: Well I guess you can tell that I'm not a 'girly girl' in fact it took some real begging by my friends to get me to wear heels tonight. I am not someone that likes to bother with too much looks wise.
Steele: I'm the same when it comes to looks, these are just work clothes, away from here I'm dressed as a punk...since that's what I am a punk.
Mack: Punk....
I laugh a little because earlier I'd been thinking that about the drunk.
Mack: Well I just wear what's comfortable
Steele: Yeah, not many people would consider a punk's attire all too comfortable, but that's what I'm comfortable in. But enough about me, tell me about yourself...
God I'd had too much to drink because I found myself babbling about things I didn't normally easily open up about.
Mack: Well.. I can understand the depression thing although it's gotten better but I lost my Daddy 2 years ago suddenly. He and I were pretty close. It's taken me until now to really accept any offer to a real fed. It helped that Chelsea saw me in the indies and put in a good word. I hadn't even met her before we ran into each other outside a hotel in Kansas
Steele: I'm sorry for your loss, so where are you from, originally?
Mack: From a little Farm in Wisconsin but we moved when I was 10 to Sacramento to live with my uncle and his horrible troll family because my Dad couldn't keep the farm running anymore
I suddenly have a few flashbacks of milking cows and feeding sheep. when I was really little I'd had an incident with a chicken chasing me all the way back to the big house and my Daddy had laughed at me while wiping my tears. I think that chicken turned out to be one of my fave hens. It had been sad the day we left.
Mack: ya, I never really fit in much in Sacramento. I kinda felt like Brenda Walsh when she first came to Beverly hills in the original 90210. Out of place, only I didn't turn into one of the popular kids, I kinda just stayed in the background
Steele: Yeah I hear ya, so anyway, since you know the kind of music I like, what kind of music are you into?
Mack: I kinda like everything really. Maybe that's weird since everybody seems to have the group but I just like music
Steele: That's cool, once I found punk rock and let out my true colours, that was when I realised that there's too much hate in the world in regards to the type of person you are and what your interests are. I'm a punk and I don't care whether other people are punks or not, I treat people the way I expect to be treated, if people can't respect that then they're not worth my time...
Mack: Well.. I'm a jock. but not like those a-holes George and Kevin, I'm a true Jock where I'm good at sports and I enjoy watching them and I don't pick on people who don't deserve it. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I was raised by my Dad. Not that he wanted a boy. I mean he already had my older sister too but my mom was around to help with her
Blab some more Makayla. let's just tell this guy our whole life story in one sitting... stupid fruity drinks.
Steele: Yeah, makes sense...
The large black bouncer approaches Steele and whispers something in his ear.
Steele: I'm sorry Makayla but I need to get back to business, before I go though I have another question, do you like hockey?
Mack: Does it Snow in January in Canada? I'm a Kings fan. Hope that doesn't make you an instant enemy
God I'm such a geek.
Steele: No shit? I'm a King's fan too! I was going to ask if you would join me for their home game on Saturday against the Rockies. I have two tickets as a friend of mine was going to join me but he's got some family matters to attend too that day. I'd really like it if you came, I like you...
For the first time in a few years, I actually blush but do to the limited lighting in the club it goes unnoticed by Steele. Thank god.
Mack: I'd like that. I haven't been to a game in a long time. I think I might like you too... you're not like these other ego driven idiots
Steele smiles at me before he takes a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket and scribbles something on it before passing it to me. A phone number with his name.
Steele: There's my cell phone number, when you can, text me your number and we'll arrange everything...it's been nice talking to you.
I actually give me a true smile, maybe part of it is because a lot of my inhibition is gone due to the alcohol coursing through my veins...which is also making me wish that he'd ask me to wait till the end of the night. Stupid hormones. Stupid fruity drinks. Stupid night club. But I did actually like the guy.
Mack: I will.
Steele nods, smiling again before turning around and disappearing through the crowded club as Stacy and Chelsea suddenly re-appear behind me. A normal girl would have jumped at Stacy's hand on my shoulder suddenly but not me. I just turned my head up at her and she looked a touch un-nerved at my lack of normal reaction. I'd trained myself to not be surprised by much, so I'm sure the girls would get used to it eventually.
Stacy: Well?
Chelsea: What happened?
Mack: Looks like I have a date.
I give them a cheesy grin and before I know it they're hauling me out of my seat into group hug full of girly squeals. this was definitely something I had to get used to.
***
This Sunday, my debut match is against... well no one and everyone. I don't know who I will end up facing. It's all at the mercy of our owner.
We don't know each other from Adam Young.... I'm sorry I know, bad pun but he did seem to enjoy his de-bitching..
Sarah could decide to punish me simply because I've come here and instantly been accepted by Chelsea and Stacy. And you know what... I don't give two shits.
Give me anyone you want. Give me Kevin and George or give me Jonny fly. Even give me that dancing fairy but the outcome is going to be the same. I am going to stand in that ring and I am going to give any opponent I have the same respect. The same skill I had when going up against the best and worst during my Indy career.
I could stand her and give you volumes of dirt on people and make you all believe that I am the best just based on my cleverly placed words but that's not going to mean anything...there's no talking in that ring, it's all about athleticism. Something I know I have. I am here for a reason. Someone saw me and knew that I had what it takes to be the very best I can. To go out there and prove...
No.
I'm done proving things to people. That's what the indies were for. To show anybody scouting that I was worthy to be given a chance in the big leagues. My time for proving to people is done. I'm here to win.
And there's a even bigger chance that I could end up facing Chelsea or Stacy. But we've made a pact that we give each other nothing less than the best in that ring and it doesn't leave the ring after. Sometimes you have to face your friends but it's just work.
No matter who you are. No matter what you have. I'm going to be better.
I am going to come out of this a winner and I'm going to do whatever I have to, to succeed, cuz...
This is my time to shine
