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ellie-24 · 2 years ago

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Maybe one day

Summary: You've been Elvis Presley's personal assistant for a few months. After the truth about the Colonel comes out you're there to comfort him.

Basically the scene from the movie and it's aftermath, you can imagine Austin!Elvis or real Elvis, whatever you prefer, though it's definitely Big Daddy Elvis coded.

Word count: ~3.9 k

Warnings: cursing, medical themes, pills, syringes, addiction, the colonel

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The hours before the last performance at the International Hotel of this season were horrendous. Everybody was stressed out to the max, doing their best and working to the best of their abilities. You barely saw Elvis that day, sprinting from one place to another, carrying costumes and boxes and whatnot around and made more phone calls than you could count. You went looking for him when a stagehand required his presence for a sound test. When you finally saw him you immediately ran up to him. Despite him being your employer and only having known each other for a few months, the two of you had become good friends. In your first week of working for him he actually tried to sleep with you, but you quickly realised that this was just the way he was around women. After a long conversation with him about keeping your relationship purely professional, you were able to laugh about it. He now often asked you to spend the evenings with him when he didn't want to be alone and needed someone to just talk to. You really enjoyed his company as you often got to see the sensitive side of him and you knew that he trusted you.

Just as you wanted to open your mouth to tell him that he was needed onstage, you were interrupted by Jerry, who sounded rather upset.

He started talking about the Colonel and the international tour. You ears perked up at this. Your tried to keep up with them as they almost raced through the corridor. Maybe Jerry had figured something out. That would be great, Elvis would finally get what he has wanted for a long time you thought, a smile forming on your face. Yet, what you actually heard from him shook you to the core and made you question everything. Gone was the hope you felt a few seconds ago.

He told you that the Colonel was nothing but a swindler, an illegal immigrant with no real name or passport and debts as high as the Empire State Building. He told you that this was the reason he always found excuse after excuse to stay within the USA. You didn’t even have the time to question how he knew this or to register the full gravitas of this betrayal, because you suddenly felt a large body collapsing against yours. Your ears started to ring, everybody around you was now shouting and screaming. When you hit the floor you realized Elvis had passed out and fell against you, knocking you both down to the floor. Your ears were still ringing from the shock, or the shouting, you didn’t know, and you felt his heavy body on top of yours. Then somebody lifted him off of you and put his head into a bucket of ice water, wanting him to wake up again.

The loud ringing in your ears finally stopped after a few seconds and you pulled him out of the water, putting his head on your lap. You felt the icy cold water seep through the fabric of your pants onto your thighs but you didn’t care. "Elvis!" you nearly screamed, panic filling your voice. His eyes slowly opened and his unfocused gaze turned to you. "Elvis, oh my god, can you hear me?" you asked, wiping the wet hair from his forehead. His eyes fell shut again and he quietly whimpered. "Somebody call an ambulance!"

"Dr. Nick is already on his way!" somebody shouted. You couldn’t even make out who it was in this chaos.

"What if it’s something serious? What if he has a stroke or something!" you yelled at no one in particular. You were scared shitless and lightly slapped his deathly pale cheek, urging him to open his eyes again. "Elvis!" you called out his name over and over again.

"Doctor Nick will know what it is!" another voice shouted and you looked over to them, utter incomprehension written all over your face.

Elvis’ eyes then started to flutter and incoherently mumbled something.

He was completely out of it. Your hands, still on his soft cheeks, slowly and gently caressed the now clammy skin. "Elvis, this is Y/N. Can your hear me?"

"Y/N?" he asked, his eyes still unfocused. His hand wildly moved around, seemingly searching something. You quickly reached out for it and gasped when you felt him take it in an almost bruising grip. "I’m here." you whispered, feeling helpless.

You tried to ignore the pain as he held onto your hand like a lifeline, still stroking his cheek and looking into his eyes. They slowly focused more and more on your face and you saw a bit of color coming back to his face. And although he was slowly coming back to life you were still far from relieved. It could still be something serious. Your whole body began shake uncontrollably from the adrenaline, your hand trapped in his death grip being your only unmoving body part.

When you heard the Colonel’s voice in the distance you felt cold chills running down your spine. You weren’t able to think straight and he was the very reason Elvis was probably laying in your lap right now. Though you always had a very sketchy feeling about the Colonel, you refused to believe that there wasn’t some sort of explanation for this whole mess. He couldn’t have lied to everyone all this time and sabotaged Elvis’ career. You just didn't want it to be true, for Elvis' sake. He was already so vulnerable as it is.

"The most important thing is, that this man gets up on that stage tonight!" he yelled and you couldn’t believe your ears, convinced that you heard him wrong.

"Y/N." Elvis muttered. You ran a hand over his wide chest and gently shushed him.

"Colonel! He needs to go to the hospital. He can’t possibly perform tonight!" you shouted.

"Now, I wonder what the papers would say then! It’s bad PR! He will do his show!"

"Look at him!" you were screaming by now.

"You better shut up now stupid girl, or I’ll have you fired right now! Dr. Nick, what can you do?" he hissed, pointing his cane at you.

You sat back with a shocked look on your face and tears pricking your eyes, feeling confused, defeated and angry with yourself. You tried to talk again, shout or scream if necessary, but no sound would leave your mouth. You were completely frozen to the spot, the shock taking over completely. You had no further time to think about that when you saw Elvis looking up to you with worried eyes and whispering your name again. He wasn’t back completely, but had a rough grasp of the situation. He clutched your hand even tighter.

"Elvis, I’m sorry. It’s going to be alright." you whispered with a lump in your throat. You leaned down and kissed his forehead when Dr. Nick started injecting something with a syringe.

About an hour later you sat in his dressing room and watched him through the mirror, striding around like a caged animal. He was more or less himself again. Yet, you had a more than doubtful look on your face.

"Stop that, Y/N." he warned carefully, pointing a finger at you.

"...You don’t have to do this. If you’re not feeling up to it then that’s okay."

"Y/N it’s not okay. I’m Elvis Presley. The fans... expect something from me. I-I can't let them down. I won’t- I can’t cancel the show…. Also, I feel much better now." he argued weakly.

"Ah, yes." you nodded, not believing a word. He gave you another warning look. "And what about the 'Colonel'?" you asked with a bit of a provocative tone. You felt extremely tense, ready to snap at any given moment.

"The little shit. I don’t fucking know Y/N!" he yelled angrily. He was angry at the Colonel, or whoever he really was, and at himself. He felt betrayed and hurt and incredibly naive and stupid. He hated the way this old shit talked to you. He hated that you had seen him like this. He hated the way he was letting out his anger on you right now. Sweet you, who only wanted to help and gently held him in your arms about an hour ago. He wanted you to leave the dressing room before he said something he regretted.

"Y/N, w-will you just go and check if everything and e-everyone is ready?" he asked in a strained voice.

You hesitantly looked at him, swallowed back tears for the second time that day and nodded. Without another word you left the dressing room and he ran a hand over his face. With a scream he smashed a glass from the table against the wall.

What you witnessed later that evening would permanently burn itself into your mind. The way Elvis was practically pleading for help onstage and fired his year long manager and trusted friend in a blind, though justifiable, rage. The way he just stormed off and left a horrified audience and confused staff behind.

Fueled by Elvis' anger you made your way over to the Colonel. "Are you proud of yourself?" you asked. "You really are the worst! I hope you enjoy your retirement!" you spat and turned on your heel to follow Elvis upstairs.

You opened the door to his apartement and saw him pressing his burning face against cold glass window of his suite. He was apathetic, not even acknowledging you storming into his suite. You went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for him and tried to ignore the open pill bottle next to the sink with some of its content strewn all over the counter. You didn’t want to know how many of them he had just swallowed. You fumbled around in the cupboards, your shaking hands nearly dropping everything.

He pressed his face even closer to the glass, his breath nearly fogging his view. Putting up his hands as well he whispered "Y/N...Have you ever wondered what it would be like to just… fly?"

"What? Did you say something?" you asked hastily, not hearing him over all the clinking and clanking you caused.

"Nothing."

You slowly approached him with a worried look on your face, not wanting to scare him. Handing him the glass you whispered "Here. Drink something."

"...What is going on down there?" he asked after downing the glass.

You took the glass from him to fetch some more. "I don’t really know, I almost immediately ran after you." you shrugged and raised your eyebrows. "A lot of confusion and dismay."

"I hope that old bastard is shitting his pants right now. I don’t want to see his fucking face ever again. Stupid fucker." he cursed, downing his second glass you had just pressed into his hands.

"I still can’t believe it. He lied to you for years and years. I refused to believe it when Jerry told us. It must have been even harder for you, he’s been part of your life for so long..."

"I don’t know why I didn’t see it earlier."

"...He’s a seller. Through and through. Not only selling his merchandise but also himself. He’s good at what he does, there's no denying that. I kinda fell for that trick as well Elvis. Everybody did."

"When he shouted at you… I don’t know, but that was the last straw for me. It made me so angry. Still does."

You raised your eyebrows again. "Though he was always weird I really thought he wanted the best for your career. More importantly the best for you. But when he refused to take you to a hospital… I swear I could have slapped him across the face." you huffed.

He couldn’t hold back a small smile at the mental image. His tranquilizing pills started their effect as well, making him feel more relaxed. Yet, his face quickly transformed into a worried frown when he saw your face contort in anger. He had never seen you like this.

"It was just so ... I don't know. How he forced you to play the show. And Dr. Nick... I’m sorry I didn’t prevent it. I was stuck. I should have done more!" you ran a hand over your face.

"Sweetheart… Colonel is an intimidating man. When he wants something, he gets it." he said, putting his hands on your arms. "And I’m actually used to… this. This isn’t the first time something like this happened..."

You were shocked. You had been around for a few months now, but still rather new at all this. "...He really thinks that your body belongs to him doesn’t he. Its so dehumanizing! Like… where is the dignity in this? He’s using you... like one of his damn circus animals!" You wildly flung your arms around.

He let out a humorless laugh. "I discovered that there isn’t much dignity for superstars like me…"

You looked at him, chewing on your thumb, not knowing what to say.

In a softer voice he continued "...Sometimes I do feel like... I don’t belong to myself… Sometimes I don’t even know... who I am."

"...What do you mean?" you asked, collecting yourself.

He sat down at the piano. "See, there’s uh Elvis Presley the superstar, the entertainer. A-And then.. there’s little ol’ me…" he shrugged with another humorless laugh. "B-But everyone only cares about one of them. It’s impossible to live up to an image people have..."

"Well." you hesitantly started. "I think I’ve met both of them in our short time together... and I definitely prefer little ol’ you." you said with a smile. He just stared at you in wonder, no one has ever told him this. And although this was something he knew about you deep inside, it was nice to hear you say it out loud.

"But you have to stop seeing 'Elvis Presley' as this… thing you can’t control. Being 'Elvis Presley' is part of you."

"Sometimes I just wonder why me? Sometimes… I just don’t want to be 'Elvis Presley'... It’s too much."

You nodded sympathetically. "... I understand that. I guess. You should be able to take a break if you need it." you furrowed your brows. "But I think you are who you are for a reason… and... you are enough, if you are wondering about that. For me at least." you finished while running a hand over his back, standing next to him now.

He turned his head away from you, hiding his face. "...Why are you here anyway? I-I didn’t ask you to come up. Y-you never come around on your own."

At first you didn’t know what to say. "Elvis, I know that I work for you… but still...we’re friends aren’t we?"

He hesitantly nodded.

You smiled. "...Friends help each other. Listen to each other. Comfort each other... I... felt like you needed all these things right now."

A rather long silence followed until he whispered "I do." so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. He slowly turned his head and pressed his face against your middle. You were a bit taken aback but slowly put your arms around him from above, shushing him. He took it as a sign that this was okay and quickly put his arms around your waist. He held you to him even more tightly when he felt you stroke his hair.

"Elvis, you made the right decision. We'll take care of everything else tomorrow.

He shivered a little and you settled into a comfortable silence.

"...I’m glad you’re here with me Y/N." he eventually whispered.

"I’m glad to be here for you." you answered truthfully.

After a while you felt his arms around you begin to loosen. When you looked down at his face you saw that his eyes fell shut again and again and he struggled to keep them open.

"Hey. You want to go to bed now? The day is catching up with you I think. It was more than exhausting. You should get some rest." The pills he took a few minutes ago surely were catching up with him as well, but you didn’t mention that.

He shook his head and tightened his grip around you again.

"...Elvis, you should rest. You can’t sleep like this. Come on." You slowly untangled yourself from him and he looked up to you with a longing in his eyes you didn’t quite understand.

"Don’t go." he said softly. You had your doubts, thinking about the purely professional relationship you two had. In reality there was no denying that there was some form of deeper affection between you and him for some time now, but you refused to act on it. Yet, after seeing that he couldn’t be alone with himself right now, you nodded.

"I won’t." You took his hand. "But you should go to bed. I can sit with you until you fall asleep, alright?"

He nodded and rubbed his eyes with a sigh.

"But first let's get you out of this jumpsuit alright?" you said as you helped him stand.

He still had his eyes closed, but raised an appreciative eyebrow.

"Don't get any funny thoughts, Presley." you joked, trying to calm your nerves.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Y/N." he slurred after he plopped down on the edge of his bed with a grunt. "Dammit my head." he mumbled and pressed his hand against his sweaty forehead. You sighed and retrieved his robe that you ironed earlier that day and a wet washcloth from the bathroom. Then you made your way back to him and started to carefully unzip his jumpsuit, revealing his hairy, wide chest and his round stomach. His eyes remained closed and his head swayed lightly back and forth as if he would fall asleep any second. You pulled his arms out as well and lowered the fabric down to his hip. You hesitated and looked at the ceiling.

"...You can look, Y/N. Nothing special to see anyway." he mumbled sleepily.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden insecurity "...It's not the honorable thing to look. Has no one ever told you that?"

He smirked. "The hero always takes a little peek, Y/N. Has no one ever told you that?" he mimicked your tone.

"So, I'm a hero now?"

"Sure thing sweetheart. You're the uh Shazam to my Captain Marvel Jr."

You laughed. "And you're a crazy man-child."

"Now hold on... who's blushing and avoiding their eyes here like a teenager? Not me, dearest Y/N." he said with a playful sigh.

You rolled your eyes and helped him wriggle out of the jumpsuit with a "Touché". Then you put his robe around him and supported his back when you saw he wasn't able to keep himself upright anymore. You quickly fluffed out his pillow with one hand and guided him backwards.

"Here you go big boy. Lay down for me." you whispered and grabbed the washcloth. Carefully, as not to startle him, you ran it over his burning cheeks and forehead, making him groan.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

He just hummed.

You raised your eyebrows and gently moved the wet cloth down his neck towards his chest and stomach, his breathing pick up under your hand. You felt your cheeks heating up again at the feeling of the soft and plush skin under your hand and tried to finish your task as quick as possible. Though it was actually rather... nice to touch him like that. When you brushed over his nipple he let out a hiss and you tried surpress the ache in your lower belly. He might not think of himself as attractive anymore but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the absolute beauty of a man in front of you. You slowly pressed your legs together, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I'm beginning to think you enjoy this, sweetheart." he smiled, but in his eyes you saw the same self-conciousness you did when you pulled down his jumpsuit minutes ago.

Damn. "Maybe I am." you shrugged. "Who knows?"

"...Y/N, don't do that." he said, suddenly very serious.

"Do what?"

"... Just don't. Can't have that tonight."

You put a hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his sideburns.

"Elvis, what is it?"

He longingly looked into your eyes.

"You know, Y/N."

Of course you knew. He already made many attempts to win you over. To make you change your mind about the status of the relationship the two of you had. His constant flirting with you that he sometimes disguised as playful joking or banter. And as much as you'd like to give in you didn't want to risk your job. That's why you had to defuse the situation you were in currently as quickly as possible. It became rather risky right now.

"...Elvis, you're tired. The day was... emotionally and physically... draining for you... Y-you don't know what you're saying."

He reached up and absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair. "I do." he whispered.

You ran a and over your face with a sigh. "Elvis-" you began.

"I understand, Y/N." he interrupted and lowered his hand again. Maybe one day, he thought as he watched your eyes fill with guilt.

After a few seconds of heavy silence you stood up to bring the washcloth back to the bathroom.

"Y/N?" he asked, a bit alarmed.

"I'll be back in a second."

After splashing some cold water in your face and taking a few deep breaths in the bathroom you returned to him again. You were surprised to find him still awake, watching you intently. You hugged yourself and awkwardly stood in front of him.

He looked at you with a silent question in his eyes. You closed your eyes and tried to find the willpower to leave the suite. But you quickly realised this was a battle you just wouldn't win and sat down next to him with your back flat against the headboard. You looked straight ahead, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

He slowly turned over to his side with a grunt and looked up to you. "C-Can I-" he started the question, eyeing your thighs.

It took you a moment to understand what he wanted to do. "Yes." you eventually whispered.

He then put his head into your lap, almost the same way it had been a few hours ago. He let out a sigh of relief, grabbed one of your hands and put it onto his head, making his request unmistakably clear. You smiled and began to gently caress his hair. He slowly put his arms around you in a tight embrace and carefully nuzzled his face against your stomach.

"...I-I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier today. I-I didn't mean it... you know how I get."

"Forvigen and forgotten already, Elvis."

"Good." he mumbled and closed his eyes.

He couldn’t believe how content and safe he felt with you, the voices in his mind finally a lot more quiet. "Sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who truly cares about me." he murmured, already half asleep. It didn’t take long until you heard quiet snores from him, but even in his sleep he wouldn’t let go of you.

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ficjoelispunk · 11 months ago

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Ch 12 - CIA

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A/N: Hey guys, here’s one more chapter. Unfortunately this one is not revised - but I wanted to post it anyway, because it’s been some time since the last chapter - so possibly at the time of the translation some grammatical error may have happened. I apologize in advance. I hope you like it. ❤️

Music indication for this chapter: Bite the Hand - Boygenius

Murphy accompanied the Escobar family. Before boarding he called you telling you that they were on their way to Germany. The negotiations with Germany were difficult. You had to ask Crosby for help, but even he didn't get much. German immigration was liberal, due to its turbulent history.

And while Murphy was on a trip. Centra Spike managed to track Fernando Duque.

"He used the credit card, here, and here in these restaurants" Edward showed on the map to Javier "and look at this" he reached a paper, delivering it to Javier "I checked the database, there was a complaint this morning. He's a fugitive"

"Why?" Javier evaluated the file.

"The wife made a complaint of theft and kidnapping," Edward added.

"He is running away, and took his son. He's only 14 years old. Fuck!"

Javier was cornered. What should he do? He didn't know.

His phone rang. It was late. He expected it to be you.

"Peña"

"Javier" the voice of Don Berna "any news from our friend?"

Javier was silent.

“Peña?”

"Not yet"

He hung up the phone.

Javier reached the report with the information that Edward had recorded. He pressed the cigarette on the ashtray.

You didn't talk to each other, and Javier hasn't seen you since the day you found out about Don Berna. But now, there was no way to avoid it. And honestly, Javier would use the first excuse to talk to you.

Javier dialed the number of his extension in Bogotá on the phone. He heard his voice announcing your name.

"It's me, Peña"

He heard you sigh.

"How can I help you, Agent Peña"

He knew your way of defending yourself by exercising formality with him.

"Is everything okay over there?" Javier asked.

You were silent for a few minutes.

"Do you need something?"

Javier lowered his head. He closed his eyes.

"I think Fernando Duque is on the run, and took his son"

What did that mean? Now he decided to work respecting all the bureaucracy he has always criticized? Ok. You were a professional. You couldn't let the feelings affect your work.

"Okay. What do you need me to do? If he is so desperate, maybe he will agree to collaborate in exchange for protection"

Javier loved the way you had vision, and he didn't need to explain himself to you. And how professional you were, even hating him, doing your job.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought, I..." he hesitates "maybe I know where he is"

You wanted to ask why he is calling you and not Don Berna, providing the information to the Los Pepes. Or, which informant he was fucking to get this information. But you needed to do your job.

"Ok. I'll fill out the forms. Do you want me to apply to get him out of the country?"

"If he agrees to collaborate, do you think we can do it?"

"I can try"

"Yeah, shure”

"Ok."

"Hey"

"Yes?"

"Thank you"

"I'm just doing my job"

"Yeah”

"Agent Peña?"

“Yes?"

"How did you get this information?"

Javier knew you knew how he had gotten this information. But he also knew that you needed to explain on the form, to document. So your question wasn't stupid. But intelligent. Since the call could eventually be used later against you.

"An informant knows his wife. I was lucky."

"Okay. Good luck"

***

You didn't sleep, you were working in 3 different time zones. The USA, Colombia and Germany.

Murphy called you as soon as he landed.

"I need more time," you said, "they don't want to cooperate with us"

"Okay, what are we going to do?"

"I don't know" you sighed, biting your lips "Don't let them leave the airport, if they leave we're fucked. In a way to search their suitcase, Pablo wouldn't let them travel without money... improvise"

"Okay, I'll find a way to hold them here, do what you can"

You hung up and snorted, slipping your body on the chair. Your head would explode.

Murphy followed your idea and really, Pablo sent a lot of money with his family. And immigration barred the family's entry.

***

Javier found Fernando Duque. The man was in a state of shock. He begged for help.

"We don't work for free, I need your full cooperation"

"I collaborate with you, I do whatever you want, but get us out of Colombia. Immediately, I can't have contact with the police, Los Pepes has people working for them from the police, I need to leave the country"

"Do we have a deal?" Javier asks.

Ferrando Duque nodded.

"Do what I say. And start by hiding the car you stole from your wife"

It turns out that Fernando Duque was right. Los Pepes had informants inside the police. And they found out that Javier Peña was protecting Pablo Escobar's lawyer.

Los Pepes, had a very active and helpful contact inside the embassy, was the guy from the CIA superintendence, who arrived along with Messina and Crosby in Bogotá.

When Javier went to the cafeteria at Don Berna's request, to meet. He finds Bill Stechner in his place.

"Agent Peña, I don't think Don Berna will come today"

Javier's stomach feels the cold adrenaline being radiated through the rest of his body.

He hesitates. Observe the place, sit in the chair in front of the CIA agent.

"What is that?"

"Just a friendly conversation" he takes a dramatic break "you are leaving very dangerous people, angry Javier"

Javier is silent, looking at nothing, with his chin slightly tilted forward. Javier's usual petulant basic posture.

And he continues.

"I'm in a difficult situation because I was the one who suggested your name to them, since you have a good relationship with the Ambassador's assistant, having access to valuable information" this last part Bill spoke with malice.

Javier drastically turns his head to face Bill, frowning, the marked wrinkle of a closed face for years, now becoming more exposed.

"I don't know if you know what I do, but I want you to know that I defend the interests of our country in the long term, and I'm here to ensure that the right people are still alive when Escobar is shot in the head. So do yourself and your girl a favor, and don't complicate things. You know what they can do with her."

Javier faces Bill in silence. He gets up ready to finish that siege and leave when Bill speaks again.

"These people usually make decisions with a hot head. This can lead to terrible ideas like killing a federal agent and taking your girl as a prize. In fact, they found the lawyer, even without your help, so..."

Javier leaves the cafeteria. The head thinking a thousand possibilities. But the main one was to call you and know if you were okay, first.

You answered, as soon as you called. Javier was silent, with his hand resting on his forehead, breathing only now, listening to his voice, knowing that you were fine.

"I can hear you breathing, I know it's you, Agent Peña"

"Hi. Yeah... It's me" his voice cracked.

You noticed. There was a silence. You hesitated to worry, but you were stronger than you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine. Are you okay?"

You frowned.

"Javi, it's late, what's going on?"

You knew Javier, the nuances of your tone of voice. You didn't have to be looking at him to know when something was happening.

"Nothing. Please, just..." he hesitated "be careful, do not go out alone, be accompanied or escorted, and do not trust anyone"

Your breathing started to get irregular.

"You're scaring me. Where are you? Do you need help? What's going on?"

Javier didn't want to scare you but there weren't many means.

"Be safe. I'll call you later."

"Javi..."

He hung up.

Shit.

He drive to the address where he had found Fernando Duque. And it was too late. He found the body of the man and his son, inside the trunk of the woman's stolen car, with a message:

"Cortecia de Los Pepes"

Javier was blinded with anger and distrust. Who was the informant of Los Pepes? Who was working for them from inside the base? Who knew that you and he were close? Who could put you at risk? Delivering a man who had a direct connection with Pablo and could be the biggest asset you would have in months. A name shone in his head. Trujillo.

He drive to the base, and framed Trujillo putting him against the car outside, in front of other agents who accompanied Trujillo to the exit of the base.

"Did you follow me to the fucking hotel? Huh?" Javier had his forearm on his colleague's neck. "Did you tell to Berna?"

"Deja me"

Javier stuck to the collar of Trujillo's uniform and pushed him again against the car.

"You tell me, you asshole!"

Trujillo pushed Javier.

"¿Qué pasa?" One of the other agents tried to separate the two.

"Nada, todo está bien, vayan al frente" Trujillo said.

There was a silence. Peña's irregular breathing.

"¿Qué pasa, Peña?" Trujillo asked. "Are you going to act like an American?"

Peña stared at him.

"Did you see what they did to his son?" The image of the teenager folded in the trunk with a bullet in the head.

He couldn't help but think about what they could do to you. He immediately remembered when he met Helena. Javier was panting.

"How many families did Pablo Escobar destroy Peña? Do you know? You don't decide who lives or who dies."

"You don't know what's at stake here, it's not just a matter of catching Pablo Escobar anymore..."

"Peña, we crossed a line a long time ago, there is no turning back"

Javier closed his eyes. Hands on the waist. He struggled to pull himself together.

***

You don't remember how many calls you made overnight. There were hours of negotiations, together with the Ambassador, with Germany. They used all the legal breaches, and diplomacy so that the Escobar family's landing authorization was not granted.

And finally you managed to convince the immigration that you could not receive them. For legal political reasons, the family would have to make the trip back to Colombia.

Murphy was present with the family all the time. Not together. But close. And that's good.

At the exit of the airport already in Colombian lands, if Murphy were not together, they would have attacked the family at the entrance to the airport.

Murphy saw a suspicious car approaching. But he protected Escobar's wife, mother and children.

The federal police took the family under protection. That was an asset. With Pablo's family in the care of the government, he could not be more unarmed.

But like every action, he would have a reaction. Pablo would not make it cheap that the family was not accepted in another country.

One hundred lbs of explosives. The equivalent of a bomb in an F-16. Dozens of dead. Hundreds of injured. Among them, many children. He implanted the dynamites in a mall near the beginning of classes.

Pablo continues to build his fame with terrorism. But now he had gone too far. Everyone was angry. A guy with no limits, he had crossed the limits. Pablo's time was running out.

You had barely landed in Medellin, and you were already being summoned to a new meeting with the colonel, the agents, Centra Spike.

There was only time for you to leave some files on your desk, and go to the meeting room.

Javier stopped you in the hallway.

"I'm late," you said, trying to deviate from him.

"We are going to the same place" Javier mirrored your steps in front of him.

You stopped. You closed your eyes, trying not to explode, throwing your head back.

"What do you want, Agent Peña? No drug trafficker friend available?"

Peña stares at you and tilts his head.

"I need to talk to you. It's fast, and it's important, meet me in the file room tonight."

You snorted, smiling ironically.

"Absolutely not"

"Afraid of not being able to resist? I miss you too."

You half closed your eyes to him. How could he keep making jokes?

"Stop treating me as if I were obsessed with you"

He held your arm before you entered the room.

"It's important. I need you to go"

You didn't answer and entered the room. Javier rolled his eyes. Stubborn.

As soon as everyone was organized, Colonel Martinez began to explain the reason for the meeting.

"The situation with Escobar is about to burst," Colonel, began.

"Actually, it's already burst" you didn't contain yourself. "Sorry, I thought... loudly" you closed your eyes. Trying to organize your head and tongue, you had been out of your mind for days. No sleep.

Javier tried to hold back the laughter.

"Continuing. Our information suggests that their support has been reduced to only a few loyal sicarians"

"Fewer sicaries, fewer conversations to track" Edward scored "we stapled the Lawyer's phone, but I don't think he's answering"

You looked at Javier. He didn't move, he just looked at you back.

"It was Los Pepes, they killed the family and him" Colonel Martinez informed, throwing photos of the crime scene on the table in front of you.

You blinked. Skeptic. Reaching out some photos.

"Is this his son?" Your eyes were horrified.

The colonel just nodded to you.

"Jesus fucking Christ, he was just a child..." you leaned against the chair. Eyes closed. Crossing your arms.

Javier knew you couldn't take it anymore.

"I would like to say that, I know that someone is in contact with Los Pepes. Although that makes me disgusted. I can't do much. But it will be a Colombian policeman next to Escobar's body when this comes to an end. And not just any vigilante. That's all. Thank you very much"

You were immobilised for a while processing the information. What had happened? Javier asked for protection for Fernando Duque, what did he do that even the guy's mother was stabbed?! Jesus.

You went after him.

"Hey?" you called.

Running in a jump, in the hallway, your held his arm.

"Not here" he murmured.

"What happened?"

"Tonight" he said without stopping walking. Wide steps making you run to reach it.

You held his arm. Javier stopped just out of respect, since you were a feather next to him.

"What?" He turned around, abruptly making you get into the middle of him.

"Jesus!" you exclaimed. He held your waist giving you balance.

He snapped his eyes.

"File room" he reinforced. And he walked away.

Shit! You lost all the cards in this game. Years having the answer on the tip of the tongue, so that now I can't even breathe properly.

Peña talked to Murphy about what was to come, but Steve would be next to his partner. Protecting yourself, of course. But he got it. For him, if at the end of all this, Pablo was over, everything was fine.

"I need to protect her," Peña said as he stared at nothing, and brought the cigarette.

"As long as she doesn't leave here without being escorted, she is not in danger"

"It's not safe here, that Stechner son of a bitch, he could take her to them himself, and she wouldn't even know"

"You need to tell her, Javi. Everything. Tell her they're blackmailing you. Maybe we can get a transfer to her in time..."

"No" Javier interrupted him "she needs to be here, here I can protect her, here I know where she is, who she is with, here she is safe"

Murphy felt the tension in Javier's voice. He rubbed his fingers in his eyes.

"Right. But she needs to know, she needs to know who to trust"

You spent the day trying to unaccumulate the work. But it was a lot of paperwork. With the attacks you simply had to, at least, two more people to do your job, and it was just you.

Your trip to Bogotá messed up your flow of services and activities. And honestly you weren't at your best performance.

You were sad. You had to hear Javier speak while he was lying in your bed how much he wanted you. To then find out and make millions of assumptions about his involvement with Don Berna.

All the information came to you first. All of them. What if eventually he was getting involved with you to have knowledge, access? What if he was actually just using you?

In Bogotá you searched for the files of the rescue operations. Javier mentioned that an informant gave access to one of the laboratories that you were supposed to be in. What if Javier had made an exchange between you and an information? Oh! You couldn't tell, it was torturous, you couldn't trust Javier Peña. In no one. You couldn't know when he was telling the truth or when he was joking and manipulating people's feelings.

You were angry. Trying to derail your thoughts from the tracks that always led to him. Trying to get a hint of self-respect. But you couldn't stop thinking about your bodies together. You felt ridiculous. It was painful. It hurt to have to build a hatred on top of something you wanted.

Now you were walking towards the file room. You hesitated four times on the way. Stopping, taking a deep breath. Trying to think. Trying to understand if it was correct. What kind of lie were you aware of yourself? That I was only going because I needed to know what happened to Fernando Duque's family? What did he do by opening his mouth and handing over someone he asked for protection to Los Pepes?!

You walked so fast that you thought you were running. Your belly twisted with anxiety, anticipation. It was as if you had swallowed gravity and your organs danced inside you.

I hate this man.

You opened the door.

"I'm here"

You heard Javier's voice, coming from the back of the room.

He was sitting at the table, a few months ago he fucked you there. You blinked trying to move the sexual memory away by making your body squirm.

You kept a safe distance from him.

"You send Murphy to travel, what did he do that deserved the trip more than I did?"

You gave a forced smile.

"He is not an informant of a paramilitary group"

Javier steaked his eyes, lowered his head, and nodded. He deserved that.

"I thought you wouldn't come..." he moved his hands, without looking at you.

"I wasn't going" you took a break, Javier stared at you "but, I don't know… I'm here now, what do you want?"

Javier was silent, he seemed to feel some pain. A painful discomfort.

You were getting bothered by Javier with this victimistic behavior. Sad. He's not like that.

Why did you come here? To watch him stare at his feet? What was the plan? Absorb the blame and say goodbye?

"What do you want, Javier?" You repeated, the rudest tone of voice.

He looked at you.

"Something happened"

"Yeah, a lot of things happened. You asked for protection for a family and they were found dead by the group you work for"

He hesitated.

"It's complicated"

"Really?" You asked ironically.

You sigh. Blinking impatiently.

He gets up. And you automatically take a step back.

"What? Are you afraid of me now?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of you" you watched Javier lose the ground with your words.

"I would never do you anything to hurt you, you know that. Never"

"How will I know?" You crossed your arms, a frustrated attempt to protect yourself in some way "how will I know that you won't give me to a bunch of terrorists?"

Javier runs his fingers over his face and sighs.

It would be so much easier if you hadn't succumbed to him. If you hadn't tasted it. If he removed everything he said. If he kept neglecting you. If he continued with the behavior he had for months ignoring you and hurting you little by little.

"Ok. I didn't come here for that. Tell me at once what's going on. Are you hurt? Something like that?"

He frowns disappointed by your ridiculous assumption.

"No..."

"So what is it?"

Javier wanted time with you. Take advantage of the fact that it was just you. He wanted to curl up as much as possible. He wanted to smell you. Take his eyes on you. He didn't want to lose you. But you don't lose what you've never had.

"I went to meet Don Berna" he hesitated looking at you, you closed your eyes, turning your back on him, he continued "I went to warn you that I would no longer be part of it..."

"Oh, shure, and he let you go out as if you were best friends, good and understanding drug traffickers... Peña, I'm not an idiot! What do you think? Does that fix things? What's your problem?"

Javier kept calm. He spoke quietly and peacefully with you. The timbre of voice you loved, and hated at the same intensity.

"You're right. He didn't accept, instead he asked me to track Fernando Duque as a last help"

You laughed ironically throwing your head back.

"And you did it, like a good sicario" you said, Javier took a step towards you, you retreated. He clenched his teeth "and then handed over the whole family..."

"No" he shook his head nervously, turned his back and hit his hand on a box of files that were on the table.

You've been taking steps backwards.

"I'm sorry, I..." Javier turned to you "shit!"

"Why did you call me?"

"I wasn't going to deliver it, I was going to protect it, but they found it first"

"How did you get into this shit?"

Javier was silent. He closed his eyes. He would like it to be a rhetorical question.

"When you disappeared. Don Bern came to me. He told me that if I helped him with the information he would release you"

You stopped breathing.

"What?" It was another whisper that came out of your mouth. It was more for you than for Javier.

You let go of your arms. You leaned on the shelf behind you, your cold hands passing through your forehead.

Javier saw you turning pale. Your lips are always red ivory, losing their color. It looked like you were going to pass out.

"Are you okay?" Javier asked for fear of getting closer and you having a breakdown with him.

"Mhmmm" you closed your eyes "just... give me a second. It's hot here"

Javier moved, picking up a chair.

"Here" he put next to you, "sit here, I'll get some water"

You sat down.

"No," you murmured, "I don't need water"

In fact, you just couldn't breathe.

Is that why? Did Javier get involved with drug traffickers to be able to save you? Bullshit. It couldn't be real. Javier only thinks of one person, and that person is himself. It couldn't be true.

"Keep going" you said. Trying to straighten your posture on the chair, but everything turned very fast.

Javier bent down in front of you.

"Are you okay?"

”Yeah, Kees going..."

"Well, so... he lied. He intended to continue with you until I accepted to continue helping the Cartel of Cali and Montecassino, to kill Pablo with the services of the Castaño brothers. But we managed to rescue you. But they continued to threaten their safety. They said you could be caught. But in the end, I also liked to see the hitmen and Pablo hide in fear like rats"

It was a lot of information for you.

"After that morning, I met Don Berna, he said that if I met Fernando Duque, he would leave us alone. So I went after Fernando, I found him. He agreed to collaborate. I kept him hidden. I didn't inform Don Berna. But then things got worse"

You were breathing irregularly. A fear settling in your spine.

"What happened?"

Javier looked away. He got up. The hands on the waist, the weight of the body changing from one leg to the other.

"Javi?"

You called him that, made him look directly at you. Javier passed his hands over his forehead.

"When I met Fernando, he told me that he could not be taken to the police because there were informants inside the police who passed information to Los Pepes"

"Yes, you."

"No"

"No?" You were confused.

"I thought I was the only one. But I'm not."

You frowned.

"What is that? A kind of virus? Have you infected other agents? Are we being observed here inside the battalion? So can someone come into my room and kill me while I'm sleeping?"

In a way you were right. As always. If it weren't for him, Trujillo wouldn't have met Don Berna. And he would have no contact with the Castaño brothers. He would preserve the boy, he had no need to know about Trujillo, he would not be able to kill you.

"No, you don't take that risk. What matters is that they reported that I found Fernando, and Los Pepes killed him, and the family"

You support your elbows on your knees.

"There's more..."

You looked at Javier, amazed.

"Jesus, Javi... what did you do?"

Javier broke with your sadness. The way words come out of your mouth.

"Bill Stechner"

"The CIA superintendent" you knew who he was.

"Yes. He works for the Castaño brothers"

Your mouth opened in shock.

"What?" You got up, perplexed.

"He heard about the request you made to protect Fernando Duque, of course. He heard that I didn't give the information to Don Berna. They would kill me." Javier took a break. Your hands were in your mouth. "And kill you"

Your eyes snapmed. You blinked with no reaction. The eyes are blurry. Some tears running meaningless.

Javier continued

"They think you passed the information to me"

"Why would they think something like that?"

Javier frowned, disappointed that you didn't understand.

"People know..."

You couldn't reason.

"They know what?" Your voice failed

He pointed at you and him several times.

"We"

"It doesn't exist" you made the movement of quotation marks with your finger "we"

Javier leaned back. Turning his back on you, leaning on the table, without looking at you.

"It doesn't matter. They know I'm involved with you. For you. They would use you to get to me. They've done that before. It doesn't matter. The fact is that Bill Stechner knows. He know I provided the information to Don Berna. And that I actively participated in all the Los Pepes attacks"

You closed your eyes. You was feeling sick. You was getting sick. You bent down hugging your knees, hiding Javier's face.

"Shit!" You murmured.

You couldn't think. You couldn't exist. Were you a masochist? Resisting the impulses of flying on top of Javier and punching his teeth. To curse him and leave. For dragging you into that hole.

Javier walks up to you, bends down and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"Listen..." Javier murmured hoarse and low.

He puts his hands on your arms that squeeze around you, pulling for you to look at him. He sees your red eyes. You don't know if you cry with anger or sadness. That's what he's going to pieces. You didn't deserve to go through this.

When you look at Javier, the face of a dog that fell from the moving truck. You pull your arm to yourself.

Javier continues.

"You need to prepare for problems. This is going to overflow. And these people won't accept that I stop. If they attack you because of what I did, in here, protect yourself. You didn't know anything. Do you understand?"

You agreed, nodding your head. Wiping the tears.

"I'm so stupid, how could I get here?"

"It's my fault. This is all my fault. I should never have approached you. If something happens outside of here, I'll go to hell after you, do you understand? I won't let anything happen to you."

You shake your head in disbelief. You get up. Javier also gets up. Watching you walk meaningless.

You turn to him, and push him, clapping your hands on his chest.

"I hate you"

You push him again.

"I hate you, your son..."

You were going to push him again, but Javi holds your arm.

"Do you know what that means?" You were trying to snap him. "I'm going to lose my job, I was kidnapped, I can die..."

"No..." Javier held your fists.

"You ruined everything good that exists in my life"

"I know, cariño"

"Shut up"

Javier pulls you to him. And it holds you in a hug. You kick at the beginning. Cursing him as much as your can. Struggling to get rid of him. But he surrenders.

"Let me go" you're crying, wetting his shirt.

Javier holds you with one arm involving your waist, and the other holding your head against his chest.

"I asked you Javi, I tried to let you know..."

Javier had his lips on the top of your head.

"I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

You are hugging for a while. Your brain throbbing in your head. The smell of Javier stunning you. It even seemed safe there. Everything that was happening was his fault, but he did it, at first, in an attempt to save you.

That wasn't fair. With neither of you. You were his hell. And he was your hell. Everything about you just hurt each other. You also couldn't imagine how it was for him, thinking of being responsible for a kidnapping. See innocent people dying in attacks, in the middle of the crossfire.

You couldn't imagine what the consciousness of Javier's head was like.

"I’m sorry, babe. I never wanted to harm you. Forgive me for the times I acted like an asshole with you, I just wanted to protect you" Javier murmurs over your head, while he rubs his nose on your forehead.

You walk away to look at Javier.

"We can get out of this clean"

Javier smiles, he can't believe it. Releasing the air through the mouth. You could always make him feel better, after all

"You heard Martinez today, if we catch Pablo, it's over. All this is over. And we can leave. Clean"

Javier is silent. Thoughtful.

You let go of his hug.

"Think about it before making any other stupid decision"

You take a few steps back. You was going to turn around when Javier holds your hand.

"Wait"

The warmth of his hand on your skin radiates a shiver all over your body. You observe where your skins meet. Looking so right. But being so wrong.

He pulls you back close to him. You take reluctant steps. Javier's eyes have never been as attentive and careful as they are today. Studying your face. The other hand rises on your cheek, your thumb wiping the tear in the corner of your eye.

"Everything I said that day. It's true. I would never use you. Never. Hate me, blame me, curse me, but please never doubt how I feel for you, and how I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, do you believe me? Please, I need to know that you believe in me."

You felt your heart soften. The feeling was dubious. You hated Javier. But you wish you could hug him and say that everything would be fine.

You lower your head. Hold his hand more firmly. Your hand goes up to his face, holding his cheek. Javier closes his eyes to your touch.

"Javi, in the end, everyone got a little out of line here. Thank you for going after me. I'm grateful for that. But that's all" your voice fails.

That's not all.

Javier is still holding you.

"Wait" he swallows dry, "you didn't answer me"

"I believe in you. Even if it wasn't true, I always believe in you"

He doesn't want to let you go. You face each other, the two sunk into each other's eyes.

You suffer. He sees it. He suffers. You see.

"Just..." he hesitates. The eyes going down to your lips.

You shake your head when he's getting close to you. Your chest burns.

"You're going to make me suffer" you murmured a little too panting, your eyes filling with tears.

Javier approaches, and kisses your forehead. Time-consuming. Breathing you. Recording your smell.

And then let you go.

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 7 months ago

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(Alright, going to stop procrastinating and finally make this post.) After playing through the new trilogy in French to see what was different, here are some things about the French localisation of Spirit of Justice I thought you should know:

First of all, I usually like the French and English versions of the games equally. This marks the first time I've actually enjoyed the French version... more than the English one?? Especially Turnabout Revolution? Don't get me wrong, I already loved it in English, but I think the next time I replay it I'll actively choose French. Idk man it just hits different when a bunch of French people are talking about revolution and overthrowing the tyrannical regime etc

Oh yes, speaking of which, yes, the "Japanifornia" parts of the game take place in Paris, France, as usual. No, I have no idea how Kurain village can be next to the mountains and also the sea while also being in the vicinity of Paris. I also don't know why the entire population of a small country in the Himalayas are fluent in French and use it on a daily basis. But seriously, the main characters mention SO OFTEN that they're French and from France, like, all the fricking time. Remember the incredibly Japanese rakugo case? Imagine that taking place in France.

The Khura'inese pun names are hysterical in French. An example that English speakers can get too: the first culprit's name in French is Sterh'uey Tu'heiven. I'm not making this up. That's his name.

RAYFA'S FRENCH VOICE ACTUALLY SOUNDS LIKE A TEENAGER INSTEAD OF A 30 YEAR OLD, THANK THE HOLY MOTHER

Unfortunately the Holy Mother giveth, but she also taketh away, and they gave Nahyuta a crunchy old man voice that doesn't suit his ethereal appearance at all...

Athena has now added German and Italian to her random English and Spanish phrases from the prev game. I mean... it made sense before, since she was meant to have lived in the USA in this version, but now I guess she just does it for fun? Who knows

French Roger Retinz uses €50 notes (euros) to fan himself instead of dollar bills

Inga's full name is "Inga Karkhuul Kel Nomh Bowkhou Tro'lon Pohm'peu Eh'Duhr Apronh Ons'ai Khura'in III" ("quel nom beaucoup trop long, pompeux et dur à prononcer")

Nahyuta's nickname in French is just "Yuta"

Ema and Apollo now use informal pronouns for each other, so do Ema and Trucy now, Maya starts using informal pronouns for Apollo from almost the first moment she meets him (though he uses formal pronouns for her lmao), and yes Dhurke and Apollo use informal pronouns with each other the whole time, even when things are awkward at the start. Rayfa and her mother always use formal pronouns for each other, which is a little depressing.

AS FOR NAHYUTA AND APOLLO... HOHOHO. Obviously they're both using "vous" (formal) in court, but in the scene afterwards Apollo switches to "tu" (informal) when he asks Nahyuta if he remembers him. Later in Turnabout Revolution, Apollo has gone back to vous but he's at least saying "Nahyuta" rather than "Prosecutor Sahdmadhi" or whatever (I think that happened in the English version too). Then during the final trial, after that one insanely angsty scene, Apollo starts using tu again and even (internally) uses the nickname Yuta once! Nahyuta eventually starts referring to him as Apollo and starts using tu after finally openly acknowledging Apollo as his family aaauuuuuugh ;o;

(Listen Apollo usually always tries to be formal and professional in court so this is a big deal!!! It's a big deal to me at least!!!!!!!!!)

In the English version there were a few times our good ol' American Apollo had a sort of "haha I'm just a foreigner I don't know anything here" vibe which... no you're not lol. The French version didn't have that (or at least toned it down a lot) and made him feel less like a tourist and more like an immigrant returning to his old home country with complex feelings, which he is. It makes it more personal that he's the one to bring about the revolution imo -- he's not some random foreigner swooping in to save the day, this is his home and his family, he belongs here. (As an immigrant myself I find aspects of him relatable and will defend his Khura'inese backstory to the death DON'T TEST ME)

The "what's crack-a-lackin' homie" line in all its glory:

#WESH GROS. BIEN OU BIEN. i freaking love this guy #anyway uh sorry for going off on tangents in the middle of this one #(as if i didn't also do that in all the other posts...)#ace attorney #aa6 spoilers #spirit of justice #random stuff #i almost cried when nahyuta switched to tu #okay yeah there's still some parts that were better in english but overall french wins this round #i'm serious about apollo's backstory btw. it's very dear to me #i could write an essay about how it recontextualises his personality and reactions in the 4th and 5th games #and makes a lot of stuff about him make even more sense and even makes some old parts feel like foreshadowing #'oh he's unrelatable and different now--' skill issue.#my boy is perfect and i love him in ALL THREE games

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the-lesser-light · 3 months ago

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So I feel like it's time to spread a little Jewish love, old school style!

Here's a little bit of history that I just found out about while researching something else!

Spotlight: Jewish Fighters!

From left: Bummy Davis and the wrestlers Max Krauser and Martin Levy.

Ever hear of a “Knak” (A hard punch), a “Shtaysl” (uppercut), and “Der gubernator” (Jabbing one’s thumb into a foe’s rib cage)? These are all Yiddish terms used for moves in boxing and wrestling.

Jews, who had been denied most labor jobs and limited to desk work or small jobs, were often seen as scrawny, small, and weak. The intense studious life of studying Torah and furthering their education also left them stereotyped as intellectual book nerds in glasses that would be knocked over in a gentle breeze.

What people don't think of is street smart men with fists of steel.

“[...] but there was always an element of the working class that was tough and street smart and worked with their hands and fought with their hands.” -(Eddy Portnoy, creating of the exhibit at Yivo Institute)

Let’s head back to the 1930s and 1940s when Jewish immigration from Russia and Europe was reaching a peak. Families fled the growing violence and antisemitism and their children faced a new world and the need to assimilate into this new culture.

Boxing became an escape that grew among the Jewish community and quickly gained popularity.

"Zionist and political organizations sponsored boxing and wrestling clubs, and after World War II there were boxing clubs in the refugee camps set up by the Allies."

Several became big names that became well known in most homes.

Jews became the dominating nationality in professional prizefighting during the 30s and 40s. There were 26 Jewish world champions!

Many wore the Star of David on their robes and trunks as a way to represent their Jewish heritage and defy Antisemitism.

Al "Bummy" Davis, born Albert Abraham Davidoff was born in Brooklyn. As a kid, he kept lookout for his father, who sold whiskey during prohibition.

He turned into one of the toughest kids in his area. While his brothers fell into work with the local gang, not even the gang would mess with him.

The name 'Bummy' was actually from his Hebrew nickname "Vroomeleh" given to him by his mother (diminutive of Avrum) that was picked up as Vroomy by his family and friends. Davis apparently was not really a fan of it.

He was known as one of the most powerful left hooks in boxing history and won many of his matches with a total knockout hit.

Max Krauser was born in Poland.

His family owned a tannery where he helped haul the animal skins around.

He went to college and majored in science until he attended a wrestling match at his college.

Randomly jumping into the ring, he defeated the German heavyweight and decided to become a professional wrestler.

His mentor was Zishe Breibart (I'll do a piece on him later), a famous strongman that was also Jewish and a hero to millions.

He quickly became a renowned wrestler throughout Europe where he was the Heavyweight wrestling champion from 1935-1938 until the political atmosphere became too much. He moved to Australia then eventually the USA in 1939,

In America, he was known as "Iron-Head Krauser".

Benny Leonard, born and raised in a Jewish Ghetto in Lower East Side Manhattan and son of Russian immigrants, held the world lightweight championship for eight years from 1917-1925! He later turned his boxing career into a film career. ("The Evil Eye" 1920, and "Flying Fists" 1924-25).

Barney Ross (Dov-Ber Rasofsky) was the Son of a Talmudic scholar who barely escaped a pogrom in Belarus. Once in New York, his father was a Rabbi and owner of a vegetable shop in Chicago. Barney became a Talmudic scholar with the goal to teach. When his father was murdered in a robbery, his mother suffered a breakdown, and his younger siblings were placed in orphanages, Barney fell out of religious practice but never lost his Jewish pride.

Barney started running with tough crowds in the ghetto and got into street brawling and running with Al Capone himself!

With the rise of Nazism and Hitler, Barney took a stance against antisemitism and embraced the fact that he was becoming a well known representative of the Jewish community. His song that played when he entered the ring was "My Yiddishe Momma".

He became a world champion in three weight divisions. He was never knocked out and held his title against big time champions. His last match is quite the famous one where he refused to stop the fight despite the fact that he was taking a severe pounding. He refused to go down and was determined to leave the ring on his own feet. He retired with 72 wins, 22 of them were won by knockout!

He joined the Marines in 1942 and despite being told to stay on US soil as a celebrity, he insisted on going into combat where he was awarded the Silver Star.

(Check out his biography- Barney Ross: The Life of a Jewish Fighter, by Douglas Century and his autobiography No Man Stands Alone.)

Martin "The Blimp" Levy was a wrestler that weighed an astonishing 600 Lbs!

He started his early career in a sideshow as the "Fat Man" at Coney Island!

Despite his massive size, he was astonishingly agile. He is known as one of the first "Giants" of wrestling and helped pave the way for others of his size and character.

Rafael Halperin, the son of a Viennese Ultra-Orthodox Rabbi came into the picture when his family fled to Mandatory Palestine to escape antisemitism and violence.

Rafael took up weightlifting and karate along with his intensive Talmudic studies. He moved to the US and became a renowned wrestler that was known for his Talmudic riddles and for his refusal to fight on the Sabbath.

Halperin also helped organize Israel's first Mr. Israel bodybuilders competition.

He wore a blue and white wrestling outfit with the Star of David across it. In America, he fought under the name "Mr. Israel" and "The Rasslin' Rabbi".

In Israel, he is credited with popularizing professional wrestling.

After he retired from wrestling, he became a Rabbi.

Information taken from:

The "Jewish Boxers and Wrestlers, and Yiddish Fighting Words, at Yivo Institute Exhibition" and the "The Yiddish Fight Club" exhibition.

www.nytimes.com/2015/05/01/nyregion/jewish-boxers-and-wrestlers-and-yiddish-fighting-words-at-yivo-institute-exhibition.html?_r=l&referrer

Wikipedia, and "Is Superman Circumcised? The Complete Jewish History of the World's Greatest Hero" by Roy Schwartz

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Overview of IELTS # Egyaneknowledge The International English Language Testing System, or IELTS, is a standardized test for non-native English speakers who want to study, work, or live in English-speaking countries. Recognized by over 10,000 institutions worldwide, IELTS is often a prerequisite for university admission, job opportunities, and immigration. This article covers everything you need to know about the IELTS exam, its structure, preparation tips, and how it can be your gateway to studying abroad.

What is IELTS?

IELTS is a test that assesses the English language skills of non-native speakers. It’s jointly managed by the British Council, IDP: IELTS Australia, and Cambridge Assessment English.

The exam is available in two formats:

1. Academic IELTS – Designed for those applying to universities or higher education institutions in English-speaking countries.

2. General Training IELTS – Intended for individuals planning to migrate to English-speaking countries or enroll in non-academic training programs.

Each version tests your ability to communicate in real-life situations and ensures you have the skills needed to succeed in an English-speaking environment.

Why Take the IELTS?

For students and professionals, IELTS is often a critical step in their journey to studying, working, or settling abroad.

Here are a few reasons why taking IELTS can open up new opportunities:

1. Global Recognition – Over 140 countries and 10,000 institutions accept IELTS as proof of English proficiency.

2. University Admission – Many universities in the USA, UK, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand require IELTS scores for admission.

3. Visa and Immigration – Many countries require IELTS scores for immigration and visa processing.

4. Employment Opportunities – Multinational companies often require IELTS scores from candidates for international job roles.

Structure of the IELTS Exam

IELTS assesses four key language skills – Listening, Reading, Writing, and Speaking. Here’s a breakdown of each section:

1.Listening (30 minutes) : This section has four parts, each with ten questions, totaling 40 questions. You’ll hear recordings of native English speakers in a variety of contexts, from conversations to monologues, and answer questions based on what you hear.

2. Reading (60 minutes) : This section consists of three reading passages and a total of 40 questions. The passages range from descriptive and factual to analytical and critical, testing comprehension, main ideas, and details.

3. Writing (60 minutes): The writing test includes two tasks:

- Task 1 (150 words) for Academic IELTS: Describes data, charts, or diagrams.

- Task 2 (250 words): Essay writing that presents an argument or viewpoint. In General IELTS, Task 1 involves writing a letter, while Task 2 is a more general essay

4. Speaking (11–14 minutes): The speaking section is a face-to-face interview with an examiner, divided into three parts: an introduction, a short talk, and a discussion on abstract topics. The section evaluates your fluency, pronunciation, vocabulary, and coherence.

IELTS Scoring System

IELTS is scored on a scale of 0 to 9, with each skill receiving a band score. The overall score is the average of the four sections, rounded to the nearest half-point.

Here’s a breakdown of the score levels:

- Band 9 – Expert User

- Band 7 – Good User

- Band 5 – Modest User

- Band 3 – Extremely Limited User

- Band 1 – Non-user

Each university or country may have a minimum score requirement for admission or immigration, typically between 6.0 and 7.5.

Tips for IELTS Preparation

1. Understand the Format – Familiarize yourself with the test format by reviewing sample questions and practicing past papers.

2. Develop Strong Vocabulary – A strong vocabulary is essential, especially for the Reading and Writing sections.

3. Practice Time Management – Each section has strict time limits, so practicing under timed conditions is essential.

4. Take Practice Tests – Practice tests can highlight areas that need improvement and help build confidence.

5. Seek Professional Guidance – If possible, consider enrolling in an IELTS preparation course or hiring a tutor for personalized feedback.

Test Dates and Registration

IELTS is available multiple times throughout the year in test centres across the globe. Registration is typically done through the official IELTS website or authorized centres.

To register:

1. Choose a test date and location that suits your schedule and apply early to secure a spot.

2. Pay the test fee (typically between $200–USD 250, but it varies by location).

3. Prepare the required documents for registration and bring them on the test day.

Studying Abroad with IELTS

With a good IELTS score, students can apply to universities in countries like the United States, United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, and New Zealand. Here are some of the top destinations:

- United Kingdom – Requires IELTS for student visas and is home to universities like Oxford, Cambridge, and Imperial College London.

- Australia – Most universities in Australia accept IELTS scores, and it’s a requirement for a student visa.

- Canada – Canadian universities accept IELTS, and it’s commonly required for study and work visas.

- United States – While TOEFL is popular, many U.S. universities accept IELTS as proof of English proficiency.

IELTS is more than just an English test; it’s a stepping stone to achieving your dream of studying abroad. By preparing strategically, understanding the test format, and practising regularly, you can achieve a high score and open the doors to numerous global opportunities. Whether you’re aiming to study at a prestigious university, start a career, or explore new cultures, IELTS is your pathway to an exciting future.

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