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Our plane touched down in Juarez, Mexico just as the sun was setting. We all loaded out and headed to a car Mike had rented.
"So does all your crew travel with you?" I asked. There hadn't been anyone else traveling with us so far, did they have other people?
"We are our crew," Mike stated, "we just needed another person because medics became required this season."
Killbane spoke up. "Yeah, the federation said they're going to do something with you guys, but we don't know what."
"We'll hear it at the conference before the match," Angel supplied.
We all reached the car and piled in. I took the front seat and the wrestlers took the back. Mike got behind the wheel.
"So you guys don't have drivers?" I questioned.
"What, a jet not good enough for you? The Pale Riders make money, but not enough to have both."
"We'll get that good," I smiled.
The rest of the drive was spent in silence until we got to the stadium. Paparazzi and fans were swarming outside the entrance. Angel and Killbane exited first to the screaming masses, I slipped out of the car and let myself be blinded by the flashing cameras. Angel took my arm and hurried us inside. We went through the lobby and into the ballroom the press conference would be held in. There were rows of chairs in front of a makeshift stage. Reporters were trying to talk to some of the wrestlers scattered in groups, but were all were turned away. All the wrestlers were dressed normally except for their masks.
I was the only person under 150 pounds and one of the ten chicks out of a hundred guys. Angel steered us to sit down. The guy next to us was in a red getup, everything from his mask to boots were varying shades of blood red. Mad Mangler, he was one of the guys I kept hearing about on tour.
"Hey," I said over a man in front chattering obnoxiously on his cellphone.
"Hey," he replied before starting to chat with Killbane.
The guy in front started leaning his chair back so far I had to shoot my leg up to keep from being squashed. "Do you fucking mind?" I barked.
The group went silent as the guy turned in his seat. He glared at me through his mask, which was blue like a doctor's face mask. A stethoscope was around his neck to complete the look. He clicked his phone closed with his massive, but wrinkled fingers. "Do you know who you're barking at, little girl?" He spat through crooked teeth and shriveled lips.
"No. Enlighten me, old man."
"I'm Doctor Slaughter," he looked me over the same way one would ogle a stripper, "and I hope you're one of the newbies."
"I am," I grinned, "But tell me something, did you even go to med school?"
He hesitated for a moment.
"Well then Mister Slaughter, you have no right to go around calling people little girl."
He twitched like it took all his strength not to pulverize me. "Well Angel," he snickered, "it seems you find a spicy one to kiss your boo-boos. Is she your whore already?"
Angel shot up so fast that Mad Mangler and Killbane could barely grab him in time. Mad Mangler tried to reason with him.
I glared daggers at the instigator. "I'm not his whore, " I spat, "and I should take that stupid stethoscope and-"
He turned mid-sentence and turned down his hearing aid, but not before scooting his chair back enough to slam into my knees.
I growled and drew my hand back. Mike appeared next to me and looked at all of us, "Geez kids, what'd I miss?"
"Doc Slaughter being an ass, as usual," Killbane supplied.
Mike sighed at my anger, "Don't let him get to you Serena, he just a warm up."
"Goodie," I sighed as a man stepped up to the podium on stage. It was Phillipe Loren!
"Ladies, gentlemen, members of the press" he started in his French accent, "you may notice that each of our tag teams has gained an extra member. May those new members please come to the stage?" Me and some beefy guys stood up, Doc stood up last. I cursed my luck inwardly as I strided up. We all got in line behind him, my arms went to my sides instinctively. I resisted the urge to go full soldier.
Philippe continued. "There will now be two fights to every match, one by luchadors and one by medics," he turned to us and started clapping.
Chaos erupted while Philippe continued his speech. Mike started swearing so violently the Devil himself must've cringed, Killbane put his head in his hands, and Angel went white as a ghost. I stood out like a David amongst Goliaths. Murmurs passed through the crowd as people got a look at me. The line of fighters took snide glances at me, dismissing me as an opponent.
Doc leaned in close to me. "Don't worry," he cooed mockingly, "you'll like what I'll do to you."
"Can I get a couple feet of personal space?" I hissed. I could handle being mocked by a crowd, but I would not be dominated by a perverted old man.
He squared his body so he was taking up even more space. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"
The rage that was in me cooled. I smiled sweetly before slamming my knee into his dick. He curled up involuntarily, allowing me to kick him off the stage. Fighters looked away slowly, but the reporters increased their attentions on me. An urge to speak arose, but I kept silent.
"Thank you," Phillipe finished. We all walked back to our seats.
"This is gonna be fun," I commented to the three. They stared at me like I'd spoke in tongues.
"You're calm for someone facing imminent defeat," Mike groaned.
I shrugged. "Aren't these fights fake anyway?"
"We aren't Americans," Angel said sharply, "And if you keep that happy-go-lucky attitude you'll be slaughtered, literally."
"Well then I'll train and not get slaughtered." It wouldn't be too hard to learn how to suplex a guy.
"I'll train you," he said with finality.
Mike looked between us both. "Angel can train, and train good, anyone can see that. Being with him is your best shot."
My will wavered. I didn't like having to rely on anyone if I could get away with it, but I didn't know how to wrestle, and Angel did. I sighed, "What kind of training did you have in mind?"
"Well you already did the first exercise. Go up to a guy, attack him, and see what happens."
"That's the first? What's the rest?"
"You'll be in for worse," Killbane informed.
With that happy note, the three got up and we started walking out. Mike went to go get our car in the lot while we waited at the entrance.
A man walked up and stood next to us. "That was pretty ballsy of you to do that to Doc."
I turned to him. His mask was white with a black spider web design accenting it. "I told him to move and he didn't. He wasn't about to get away with being rude."
He laughed, "Yeah, he's like that. He's upset he has to be on the medic side, so he's gonna take it out on you."
"That's no excuse to be an asshole."
"Well he's going to go extra hard on you guys, and he's old but he can whoop serious ass."
"Great," I rolled my eyes, "I already have one enemy on the first day."
He grinned slightly. "I can help you out if you want."
"I've got it, Sway," Angel glared.
Sway backed away a little bit. "Alright," he looked back to me, "but ask me if you need it."
The car pulled up in front of us. "Thanks," I smiled before stepping inside. Angel and Killbane got in and slammed the doors.
"Jealous, Angel?" I sneered.
"Don't take advice from rivals."
I rolled my eyes and focused on the road. Killbane and Mike sat in awkward silence the whole way to the hotel. The trip to our rooms ended with me slamming the door to mine. It wasn't a Hilton room, but the two beds, bathroom, and nightstand were clean enough. It was better than my house. I let me and my bag drop to the closest bed.
Someone knocked on the door. I got up and opened it. Angel was holding his bag and was staring at me, hopefully? "Hey, Mike and Eddie insisted on being the same room, and you have a spare bed, so maybe I could..."
I groaned and stepped aside. "Just don't be a pervert."
He grinned and walked in. I stepped into the bathroom so he could get past.
"Mike picked up your outfit, too." Angel reached into his bag and pulled out a bundle.
I took it from him and unfolded it. It was a red and white spandex bikini, with a boob window in the top and a red cross over the crotch on the bottom. White pixie boots provided the most coverage of any item there. "You've got to be kidding," I growled.
"It'll please the crowd," Angel commented.
I walked away and slammed the door to the bathroom. "Here goes my dignity," I sighed and started peeling off my clothes. My shirt and pants were replaced by the spandex, leaving me with the black coat to cover myself up. I slipped the boots on and stepped outside. Angel was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in his outfit.
"Nice," he said slowly as he eyed me.
It made me blush a little. "Thanks."
He pushed himself up, "You want to train?"
"Yeah," I tensed up and pulled myself into a fighting stance.
He chuckled, "Relax, I just want to show you something."
I went back to standing normally. Angel suddenly scowled, then shot forward. I was slammed to the floor before I could register what happened. "Never do what your opponents tell you," he barked, "If they try to keep you out of the ring, fight like hell to get in. If they tell you to surrender, don't. If they beg for mercy, be merciless. At the end of the day, they want to win. So you need to want it more." He offered his hand to help me up.
I grabbed it, then slammed my foot into his legs. He let himself be pulled to his knees.
"Nice," he breathed and got to his feet.
"We ready to go?"
"Yeah, Eddie and Mike are waiting out front."
"Let's go, then."
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