Post by Mischa Killings on Dec 14, 2018 5:27:46 GMT -5
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“Gang in this bitch. Gang, gang in this bitch! I’m a gorilla in the fucking coup finna pull up wit a zoo!” The lyrics to Chief Keef blasts over the JBL Audio speakers in the trunk of the GMC Yukon. The all white SUV shreds down the 405, forcing anyone in the way to move out of the way. Inside the vehicle we find Mischa Killings in the back seat with Judy Albrecht dancing and rapping the lyrics with two handsome males in the front seat.
“Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.” Mischa says in her best impersonation of Chief Keef’s delivery. The two burst into laughter as the song fades out. Jeremy, the handsome bearded gentlemen in the front seat adjusts the volume knob, bringing the music to a decent level. “Do you two ladies smoke?” Austin asks. The model in his mid-thirties was rather shy around the ladies, but it was obvious. Judith was loving it. She was first to respond.
“Do we smoke?! Ha! Rhetorical.” She states with a little sass.
“Indicas or sativas?” His responses were so quick, neither woman had a chance to respond. Jeremy responded for them. “Shut up and light something up. It’s weed. We’re going to run into forty five minutes of traffic once we get to the 5. I’d like to be blitzed.”
“Well, can we crack open this Henny or nah?” Mischa asks while reaching for the bottle in the cooler placed in the floor.
“I’m not stopping you.” Jeremy says before turning the volume to the music back up. The bass was heard blocks away and the gang arrive to a large mansion in Thousand Oaks, California. Astin Martin’s, Bentley’s, and Rolls Royce fill the drive way and the streets.
The wealthy. It was the only circle you would find Mischa running in. Otherwise, she was heavily focused on making a way for herself in this cruel world. Tonight was a night for celebrating. It was Sag season and you know what that meant… Some of the greatest parties on earth are happening right now. Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years and all the days in between were designated for festival after festival.
Jeremy and Austin open the rear doors on both sides of the Yukon and help the girls out of the vehicle. Dressed to the nines and as flawless as ever they walk up the driveway past the large lion statues and into the mansion.
A butler greets them at the door and upon entering Jason Shields is standing in the center of the room with a smile and open arms. Servers are running around with beer bottles and bottles of liquor on trays offering up drinks left and right. Austi snags a few chicken avocado burgers from a tray in passing while Mischa and Judy smother Jason with hugs and kisses on the cheek.
“This is amazing! Oh my goodness look at everyone’s outfits!” Judy shouts as she and Mischa hurry off to look around at the house. The best art was framed and placed on the walls, there was a library filled with books, the bathrooms were to die for with huge bathtubs and large mirrors all around.
Judith rinses out two shot glasses that she pulls from her purse and Mischa places the bottle of Hennesy on the marble counter top. “Can you believe this place?!” Judith asks with a shot in her hand and ready to down it.
Mischa twists the cap onto the bottle tightly, “It’s amazing. We running in the right circles these days. Bottoms up.”
“Cheers.”
Judith and Mischa clash shot glasses and down the brown liquid. A quick gulp of apple juice and the two ladies are immediately in their zone.
Knock. Knock.
The door swings open and a Hispanic Man storms into the bathroom with what could be a truck load of females. Mischa and Judith watch in amazement as Jeremy and Austin step into the bathroom shortly after carrying a Van Gogh painting. They place it on the floor and the Hispanic fellow drops a mountain of cocaine onto the painting. Mischa ad Judith leave with Austin and Jeremy almost immediately.
“Holy hell, this place is nuts!” Jeremy exclaims. “There’s a swinger party going on in the guest house in the backyard.”
“Yah, bout that.” Austin chimes in. “This place is lit. What is it you two said you do again?”
“Professional Wrestling.” Judith and Mischa say at the same time. They glance at one another and laugh. “That’s that shit I’m talking about!” Mischa and Judy dance with excitement. Two close friends having a good time is always fun. Jeremy sips straight from the bottle before passing it off to Austin.
“Pro wrestlers eh?” Austin smirks. He likes the idea of Alpha Females. “So like you ladies are on television?”
“We’re everywhere. All over the state of California.” Judith explains.
Mischa wasn’t herself this evening. Normally the life of the party, but this evening she was the quiet one. She wasn’t shy. She didn’t present herself as timid, she was just focused. A lot was on her plate and she was ready to eat. Strong. Independent. Faneto.
The WCF was looking for the next challenger to the World Television Championship and they were possibly looking right at her. More determined than ever, Mischa Killings has an intention rising above any horizon and ending any doubt that she belongs in the wrestling business.
Monday Night Slam wasn’t very far away and it would seem this evening was Mischa’s getaway. She’s trained hard, two a days for the last month and it’s beginning to pay off. Mischa takes another chug of the liquor and they continue through the house, enjoying the house itself more than the guests.
FADE OUT.
