The Figure Skater And The Sloot

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WARZONE The Figure Skater And The Sloot 2018-02-26 BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS He stared up at the moon, eyes locked on the white object in the sky. He had a pair of headphones on, but nothing came, no music played from the speakers inside. Just silence came from the headphones, along with the environment around him. It was a rather quiet night in this neighborhood located in central Boston. No shouting. No cars horns, or sirens in the distance. Just peace and quiet surrounded Ryan O’Reilly. Just how he liked it these days. When it was quiet, he could hear her voice as clear as day, as if she was right there sitting beside him, sharing his view. Looking up into the night sky, looking up at the moon. He grabbed a bottle that sat on the ledge beside him out on the fire escape. Just some cheap brand of vodka. He twisted the cap off and threw it over the railing and then held the bottle up in the air before taking a long sip from the bottle. He wiped his mouth with his bare arm and then placed the bottle between his legs. “María. It’s official. The contract, well I’ve signed it; put pen to paper last week. I know he is there I can just feel it. My gut tells me, my heart leads me. Spyder; that fuckin’ prick is there, and I’m going to find him and make him pay for what had happened to you, María. I promise. I won’t stop, I’ll never give up.” From back inside his apartment, a phone ringer sounds breaking the silence of the night. He looks down from the night sky and at the bottle between his legs as he picks it up and takes another sip from it. He places it back down again between his legs and hides the bottle from sight as inside he can hear his sister Alyssa. Inside Ryan’s Apartment, Alyssa stood in the kitchen. One hand was holding her phone, while she stared at the cupboards above the kitchen counter. “I know, I know I said I was done, but I just can’t leave Ryan. Jess, he’s not well; he’s sick Jess.” Alyssa spoke into her iPhone opening cupboard after cupboard around Ryan’s kitchen. “I fear for him, for his life.” Alyssa kneeled in front of the kitchen sink opening the cupboard door beneath. She pinched her iPhone between her shoulder and ear as she pulled out a black garbage bag from inside. “I’m going to go with him to Newark. No Jess; move there. I talked with Linda; she understood, even lined up a job interview with an old friend of hers over in New York.” She stood back up and moved over towards the first cupboard she had opened earlier. She reached in pulling out a loaf of bread, way past its expiry date. She groaned in disgust as she let the block of mold drop into the garbage bag. “Oh, nothing. I know Jess. I can’t let him drag me down, I must live my own life, but you know me, and me and my dad haven’t spoken since, you know. So, all I have left is Ryan; he’s the only family I got nowadays. I can’t just turn my back on him.” She continued cleaning out food from Ryan’s cupboards, dumping everything inside the black garbage bag. At first, she had looked, reading each expiry date but soon she stopped bothering to read everything because everything she had previously grabbed was expired. “And this place, The Factory? Something just isn’t right about it, I’ve got a bad vibe about it. The owner supposedly hides behind a Mask. Every search I’ve done has come back empty – Fuck Jess, you can’t even find barely any details about the Factory. Violent is all I’ve gathered, and news about its upcoming card Warzone; which Ryan’s name is on.” The garbage was full as she had completely emptied the first cupboard. She lifted the bag up and tied the opening into a knot as she walked away from the kitchen and dropped the bag by the front door, where a pile of garbage bags had begun to accumulate as she gutted Ryan’s apartment. “He’s in a fight with two others,” Alyssa said taking in the disastrous apartment. She looked at the clock on the microwave. It was quarter to midnight. She took a deep breath then walked over to Ryan’s sofa and dropped on to it. She was exhausted, she had been working on cleaning and gutting Ryan’s apartment since lunch. “I’m not overly worried about the actual match; well I mean I’m not worried about his opponents. Ryan can hold his own in the ring and from what I gathered, the one lady I think her name was Jamie, she doesn’t have any real experience in the ring. None. Just some bar sloot I guess, been in a few fights with some drunks and now thinks she’s a professional fighter or something. And the other guy, some ex-figure skater.” She laid on her back, letting her legs dangle over the armrest. “No, he’s not a figure skater anymore. From what I gathered, he’s been trained by some guy named Dijuanna Marietta and has been fighting up on the Canadian Indy circuit, and he’s not familiar with the style of fighting that allows weapons in the ring. Ryan is, he competed over in Japan, he’s grown comfortable in the hardcore style of fighting; that allows the use of weapons. He also has six years experience in the ring and grew up around the industry because of our father. This figure skater Stian maybe has two years under his belt and as I said Jamie, got zero.” Alyssa closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand, as Jess spoke into her ear. “Ryan doesn’t care. In some way’s he’s like my father you know. Don’t care about the details, just show up and do what you were trained to do. Fight. So, I just take it upon myself to scout the competition.” Alyssa laughed. “Stian, I think the guy is in way over his head. From all the information I gathered, from YouTube videos I watched – He’s a counter fighter. He stays back. Waiting for his opponent to make the first move; which is all fine in a traditional match but in a hardcore setting? When your opponent is holding a weapon you don’t wait for your opponent to make the first move because nine out of ten times; that the first move is lethal. If it were a traditional match, one on one I’d be a bit worried because Ryan has never been one for submission, but this Stian is. Though this is a three-way battle in a hardcore environment, how many submission finishes have you ever seen in a hardcore match?” Alyssa sits up quickly as he hears Ryan move out on the fire escape. She looks but can’t see him through the window. “No, just seems like he’s not built for this type of fighting. I don’t have a clue, must not be that intelligent.” Alyssa laughed at whatever Jess had said on the other end of the phone as she stood up and made her way over towards the window. “As I said, I’m not worried about either of Ryan’s opponents but this place, the Factory is what worries me. So, I must go, because Ryan won’t look after himself and if you saw the state of his apartment, you’d agree.” Alyssa stopped in front of the window, the breeze sending a shiver down her spine as she peaked her head out the window. Ryan still sat where she had last seen him; up against the wall with his headphones in as he stared blankly out into the Boston’s night sky. “I’ll be fine Jess, but yeah I should go. I still have a few things left to do before I can call it a night here.” Alyssa said pulling her head back into the apartment and started walking back towards the kitchen. Ryan listened to his sister speak, as her voice slowly faded the further she walked away from him. Soon he couldn’t hear her at all, and the quietness had returned. He grabbed the bottle again. It was near empty now as he finished off what was left in the bottom before tossing the bottle over the ledge as he looked back up at the moon once more. “I hope he watches María. I hope Spyder see’s what I do too this Stian and this Jamie because what I do to them, is what I will have in store for Spyder because the moment I enter that ring; Stian and Jamie do not exist, but only Spyder and me.” "Make him pay, make them all pay." She kneeled and touched his face. 2018-02-26 MEXICO CITY, MEXICO The office was rather dark inside; only a desk lamp gave the room a little bit of light. Not enough light to reveal the person sitting behind the desk. He opened a box to the right of the lamp and pulled out a cigar; that vanished into the darkness. The door swung open, and a man entered the office. He marched up to the desk and dropped a flyer on it, just perfect enough for the desk lamp to reveal what it was. It was a flyer for Warzone. The man pointed at a name as in the darkness the cigar lit up and the person sitting behind the desk came into view. It was an older man. He looked down and looked at the flyer. A smile formed on his face as he puffed on the cigar. “There you are.” The man picked up the flyer. “Notify Jesús.” The man said placing the flyer back down. “Tell him he’s going to Newark.”