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The sports bar was filling up steadily after the match. All of the wrestlers were staying in hotels nearby, so all of them were out celebrating their wins or drowning their sorrows with cheap booze and girls. Angel shoved through the crowd of guys screaming at a soccer game on the flat screen TV and got on a bar stool. I followed his warpath and got on mine, being wedged between the counter and the men. Angel grabbed a leg of my stool and pulled me closer, freeing me from the crush of the crowd.
"Thanks," I turned to the counter.
The bartender walked up to Angel. "Yeah I'll have a Jack Daniels and," he turned to me to complete his order.
"A Jack Daniels also."
The man grabbed two bottles from the counter and put them in front of us. I cracked the top off and let it's cold numb my insides.
"Good?" Angel looked to me.
"Yeah, thanks for taking me out."
Silence followed for a few, awkward moments. I spoke up, "It seems like you know a lot about abuse from the way you helped me back there. It was like you were the doctor instead of me."
He shrugged, "I've seen it happen to a lot of people."
"Not personally, I hope?" Had he been abused as a kid, is that why he was here?
"No, no. Dad's not like that. He and Mom were both good parents."
"Oh, so you had both parents."
"Yeah, a few brothers and sisters too. It was real fun being the second child."
"They tend to be ignored, so no wonder you chose a place where you would get attention."
"I chose this job because I was good at it," he took a swig of his bottle. Angel got up suddenly and started walking away, must've need to take a piss or something.
I looked up at the soccer game on TV, it was the Olympics, with Mexico's team playing UK's. All the men were screaming their support for Mexico, even though they were losing by 6 points. "C'mon UK," I mumbled.
One of the guys, still dressed in a factory worker's uniform, turned to me and glared, "You mean go Mexico, right?"
"I mean go UK," my accent started coming out with a hardened edge. Normally it would be unnoticeable, but now everyone could hear the British tone.
He was slurring, "Eurotrash... If you wanna root with all the other conquistadors, go back to your own country."
I could see Angel in the corner of my eye storming up to Killbane. He was looming over an woman who was getting more and more aggravated by the second. Another man beat Angel to him and started yelling at him. "Fuck," I muttered.
The drunk grabbed me by my arms and slammed me back into the counter. "The fuck did you say to me?!"
I grabbed the bottle and slammed it into his head, splattering his group of friends with beer. They whipped around while one picked up a bottle. I threw my chair at him and knocked over two of the ten standing. The man I hit stumbled back up and threw a punch, making me tackle a man at my side to avoid it. He slammed into a woman so her male companion started fighting them. I picked up another chair and bashed him over the head with it. Soon, everyone in the bar was fighting each other. I looked around trying to find Angel and Killbane. Someone roared behind me. I swerved around the man, jumped up, and wrapped my legs around his neck. Killbane and Angel were fighting their way through the crowd. I jumped off and scampered toward them.
"We need to get out of here!" I screamed.
Angel nodded and started making a path toward the doors. We kept pushing through the riot until we made it to the sidewalk.
Angel tried to catch his breath, "How the fuck did that happen?"
"It was kind of my fault," I said quietly.
They both glared at me, "What did you do?"
"I cheered for UK. But what were you doing?" I turned to Killbane.
"He was hitting on Blue Demon's wife," Angel spat and reached into his pocket, "But you're both idiots. So let's get home before we-" He stopped and started searching all of his pockets.
"What's wrong?"
He groaned and motioned toward the bar, "My wallet's in there."
"Looks like we walk." Killbane rumbled.
"Looks like."
We started walking back to the hotel. Angel kept ahead of us, fuming. "Is he always like that?" I whispered to Killbane.
"Yeah. He's way too high strung."
"I can hear you know," Angel stated.
We shrank back like naughty children and kept quiet for the rest of the walk. Killbane went up to his room when we arrived, leaving me and Angel in awkward silence.
I sighed, "I'm sorry, okay?"
"No you're not," he growled.
"It was a mistake, why are you being so fucking uptight about it?"
He turned to me and glared, "The guys we fought will want revenge. So now, they'll be out for blood more they than they already were."
"Isn't that the whole point of wrestling?" I spat back.
"What happens in the ring stays in the ring. But if it becomes personal, you make enemies you don't need to make."
I sighed at his scolding, "You're right."
He looked at me for a moment before turning around, "Head up, I'll be in the gym."
I turned and walked up to the room in silence, flopping on the bed when I arrived. Sleep started to grip me. My body relaxed into the mattress and caused my eyes to close.
My body stayed in a dreamless void until a pain lanced up my spine. Angel stood over me holding a lamp. "Wake up."
I mewed like a kitten and wiggled more under the soft, warm sheets. He grabbed my legs and tore me out. "Our match is in a couple hours."
"How long was I asleep?" I got up and stretched. Dried blood kept the wrestling outfit glued to me
"A while. Mike thought you were dead."
"I only look as ugly as the dead right now." I scraped at the blood, praying none of it was mine.
Angel grinned at that, "Nah, you clean up good."
"Thanks."
He left me to get ready. I grabbed a brush from the nightstand and ran it through my ratty hair. No time for a shower, so I grabbed some wipes from my bag and rubbed them over myself.
The hallway was quiet as I stepped over to the next room. Mike, Angel, and Killbane emerged and started walking to the lobby.
The car sat idling at the entrance. We got in and started heading to the stadium.
Mike was the only one to speak, "Win this one."
The rest of the trip was spent in silence until we arrived. A crowd had assembled outside the back entrance. We hustled through the crowd and inside, toward the entry to the ring. It was like a tunnel in the Temple of Doom.
"You're sure we won't die?"
"I'm sure," Angel stated, "just go hard and fast."
"I can manage that," I shrugged and faced the pit from the tunnel we were in. It was the size of four wrestling rings put together, with tunnels other wrestlers were peering out of. Announcers droned on loudly, amping the crowd up for the fight.
The siren buzzed, making us all rush in. Angel and Killbane spread out, taking on other luchadors. I skirted around most of the fights before someone slammed into me. We both crashed to the ground, but I was the first to get up and get him in a headlock. He writhed around before getting on his knees. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his throat, squeezing hard as I could. He stood and stumbled forward but eventually fell. The audience screamed louder, demanding more carnage, more blood, more brawling. I sprinted a a fighter turned away from me, jumped, caught his neck between my legs, and used my body weight to slam him to the ground. A cricket bat landed at my feet, yearning to be used. A lone fighter was standing at the edge of the crowd. I used a fighter as a spring-board and brought it hard upon him. He fell in a heap.
I started hacking down the fringe of fighters in a red-tinted rage, propelling me with some force I hadn't experienced. When it cleared, me and Killbane were the last ones standing and Angel on his knees. I rushed over to him and hoisted him up, letting him grab onto my shoulders. Applause rained down on us, sending happiness flooding through me.
"We won."
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