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| Alejandro | May 16 2016, 03:23 PM Post #1 |
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The Iron Saint
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“All men are destined for greatness, mijo… It just takes a spark of insanity to explore it. May you never lose that spark, Jaime. Once you do, you’ll fight Heaven and Earth to get it all back.” The older man looked down at his long haired son. The young man was looking at wrestling tapes from times past. Tapes of a man named El Santo. The larger than life masked man. A real life Mexican superhero. The mask was powerful. The mask was his life. Jaime looked at the older man and nodded. “What happens if you lose it, but get it back.” “May God have mercy on the world when you do. You wouldn’t know what to do with it, if you did get it back. It would have changed dramatically. As would you, mijo. You and your spark would be at two different points. One day, you will see.” “So, Dad… Why are we here? Didn’t you and your father have odds with Cuba?” Stacy Alejandro is tall and statuesque. Her red hair blends in with the rest of her Cuban counterparts around her. Everyone stands around the large man, holding out hands and touching him gently. A meeting of their grandson, almost thirty-three years in the making. Jaime’s memory of Cuba was escaping it… But Stacy saw the look in his eyes. Jaime was almost overwhelmed when he saw the streets of Havana. “We did. But I have to resolve this part of my life, too. Your great-grandfather spent his life trying to see us. And with how the current economy is going… It’s the first time that we don’t have to entirely worry about being hauled away. Cuba has its own issues now. Such as learning how to live with the twenty-first century.” She sees the billboards with Fidel Castro’s face on it, and sees the disdain her father has for him. “Why do I get the feeling that Fidel’s death would bring you solace, as well?” “Because Fidel is a horrible son of a bitch who deserves a bullet to his skull and thrown in a shallow grave.” Jaime’s emotion doesn’t change when he says this. He has no love for the Castro regime. But his anger is only towards the revolutionary and his brother. Stacy walks along the streets with him slowly, clutching to his arm. “Why didn’t Tanya come with us?” “Because she will in her own time, Anastacia. She wants me to get all of the pain out of the body and mind before she comes.” He looks down towards his daughter. “The spark of insanity, though… I may find once we get to Santiago. My home town.” “Santiago? The poorer region of Cuba?” “The same one. Although, things are changing there. The land of Reggaeton and Hip Hop. And lots of rum.” He looks down at her. “No, you’re not drinking the rum.” “You’re not, either. You’re too heavy to carry back to the hotel, old man.” “So, what did you see when you went home, little brother?” The imposing Clayton Alejandro looked at his younger brother. The rising general in the U.S. Army looked a bit jealous of his more rebellious baby brother… “Obama’s policies have someone changed the atmosphere a bit, really. I don’t think you could go down there with your two stars and expect to be welcomed there. But I think if you went down there as a lost Cuban grandson… Like I did.” “It wouldn’t be a stretch. We are the lost grandsons of Cuba. The lost generation of boat children, so to speak?” The general poured himself a scotch and nodded. As he took a drink, he looked for a second at the man in front of him. “But what the hell are you thinking going back into the old game? So, you got a new lease… Why waste it?” “Why not… I mean, I know I’m not staying there until I’m 40. That would be damned stupid, honestly. Maybe I can run into someone that I never faced. I could also run into someone that I’d rather not…” “No, we can’t nuke Wisconsin.” “Not even for making Favre famous?” “I wish…” Both brothers chuckled to themselves in that thought. “At least you never dated a Japanese girl…” “Don’t say it…” “You’d have to drop the bomb on her twice when you break up.” “...and they call me the asshole.” “I don’t say that shit on TV. As tempted as I am to want to say that on Meet the Press. Or blurt out how stupid I consider the Congress on CSPAN… I can’t. So, that’s why I’m a bit jealous.” Jaime stood up and nodded. “Don’t drink too many of those, or you would. Why do you think I avoid Facebook and Twitter, too. Because, fuck those people. I’m already a Tumblr villain…” “What’s a Tumblr?” “A site full of entitled cunts who make up their own diseases, genders and races.” “Didn’t we use to put those people in a mental asylum or beat the shit out of them in school?” Jaime heads towards the door. “Feelings, brother. You don’t want to make your staff go to their safe spaces…” “You mean pushing the earth down…” “...something like that.” “I normally know what to say to anyone, Jaime… I will admit that I’m at a disadvantage with you. I could use my wit and charm with any other guy. I could show off the girls for the other half. But you… I don’t know how the hell I can get through with you.” Stacy Vandervort sat in her office, talking to the large man sitting in his seat across from her. He looked at her, without breaking into any emotion. “As far as I’m concerned, it’s business. If you can’t do business without trying to screw someone or screwing over someone… You’re not that good at business, are you?” He kept the dark shades on over his eyes. His expression is a mystery to her. Stacy seemed to be losing her cool with him, but she also realized that Jaime wanted to gauge her reaction to his attacks. She cleared her throat, “And I’m sure you’re good at screwing. Two ex-wives and an ex-girlfriend that tried to kill you can’t be wrong.” “The bad part is they all failed, and now I’m your current pain in the ass. So, let’s figure out how we’re going to do business. And no, you don’t get to use me for your advertisements just yet. We can’t rip off everyone expecting to see me at one hundred percent ring ready.” “Always business. No wonder Jada found you boring.” “It’s that and the lack of drinking. And the resolved mental issues, too.” “Let’s get this over with…” “So, how long has it been since you tested, Jaime?” He is being stared at by a very stern master with a white gi and his dirty black belt through the hoops. The old man looked like he wouldn’t hurt a fly. But he is one of the more feared masters in Judo. A man who is known for taking down five men at once. “A long time, sensei. My health was in such limbo.” “And yet, my boy… You have overcome. But we have to prepare your body for the damage again. Tanya may have said to prepare you for wrestling. But I will get you back into shape. You aren’t a young man anymore, Jaime. You’re an older man who will need to use his brain. And I will make sure you do.” Jaime looked at his old sensei. “Why do I get the feeling this will hurt?” “...because you’ve done this before, young man.” “A spark of insanity. That is all we have, isn't it?” The young man on the ground is stretching out Jaime in a Brazilian Jiu-jitsu hold. The older man simply relaxed and waited for an opening. “It is. Once you lose it, you don't always get it back. You spend you life looking for it. You try to get it back. And if you do, it won't be the same as when you had it. Either you adapt to it, or force it to adapt to you.” As Jaime said this… he pulled his partner into a side guard and pulled him into an arm lock. “So, why go back?” “I have unfinished business. But not the type everyone thinks there is.” “Unfinished business. It may be a self-absorbed issue, but it is my issue. There's so many reasons not to go back. Half of them in EWA aren't worth a contract. The other half doesn't know what they're actually worth in the grand scheme of life. Everyone goes in a circle.” He mused to himself for a moment. “Maybe I could sit at home and collect a check… I think those Youth morons would do it if they could. I wouldn't put it past the Hierarchy to do the same. Yet, I know of others who want something for nothing. Just because you were a good boy or girl… it doesn't mean you deserve anything in life. Maybe the former champion got what was coming to her. Always taking the easy way. It's why that prize went away. Compare it to Jada who actually worked hard and got her bones after being screwed by her caveman. Figurative and literal.” The room dims a bit. “Life isn't fair. Good guy. Bad guy. We're all the same people. We're all selfish and narcissistic beings. We all have needs and wants. We all have ego. We all have fears. But both are always inflated. What you fear won't always kill you. What you think you deserve, you won't always get. People abandon you. People change. People love you. People hate you. People are in it for themselves. Don't let anyone fool you. The good guys are just as bad as the bad guys. The bad guys are just as good as the good guys. Let's call it what it is. The only people you can trust are the people with a spark of insanity. They won't lie to you. But who is normal? Who is insane? I'm not telling…” |
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