A strange, strange morning at The WASPS NEST Gym

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I had just gotten up out of bed, and was making coffee when i noticed a message was left on my answering machine. I had only gotten a few hours of sleep due to the long drive I had decided to take from LA to Vegas after I covered the International BJJ Expo. So. I leaned over to check. 3:58AM. Wow. Who would call me at that time? Its still early in the morning. About dawn and its still a bit dark as I reach towards the machine to play the message. - You have one new message, the machine notifies me in a robotic woman�s voice that reminds me of something from an old Sci-fi movie.

I wait second to see who it is and a low tired voice comes over the the air.
Dude, sorry to call you so early. Im just at the gym and wanted to see if you wanted to get some coffee in the morning? Ok let me know.

Huh... Jason De Rothschild is calling me at 3 in the morning somethings up. I take a sip of my cup of Java and it tasted like the beverage was brewed in a sock. Think I�ll pass of this one. And head over to The WASPS NEST gym to see whats up. The roads were empty at that time in the morning and the night still was staying around. I pulled into the lot in front of the gym and the only car was that of Jason�s. An old Land Rover Defender,� very beat up and with a faded white tone. It looked very out placed, in all this Vegas glamour and showiness. See thats what I like about this guy.

I enter the front door to a half lit gym with no one around, - Hello, jason you here ?
Jason: Yo. Im in my office.
Ok, I head over making my way through the darkness to find mr. De Rothschild sitting in his usual chair. He is clutching something in his hand. The light is not making make it out, but he motions to me to sit in front of him and I do. There is a waiting hot cup of his famous coffee waiting to be tasted.

He notices me looking at his hand, trying to figure out what that outline is.
Jason - Here, you have been trying to find out what im holding. Take a look.

He places a small vial on the table and asks me to examine it.

Jason - What do we have here ? He asks.
The vial is filled with a clear liquid, but i cant really tell what it is without thoroughly checking it. I look at him and ask. - What is it man ? And more importantly why did you call me here ?

Jason - Do you see that glass bottle sitting on the table in front of you ?
Jason - What you need to know about this game is in that small thing. At once you will notice that the outer elegant container invites your interest. It is seduced by illusions of grandeur. The shape of it is one of strength and reliability. A strong symbol of importance and honesty. An attractive implication towards success and establishment, the subtle suggestion that these famous and popular people are indeed your royal and loyal friends, and that, my friend, is a lie...
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On the other hand your eyes also catches some more interest and has drawn your attention to the flip side of the the bottle. The clear liquid inside of it. Sitting in this nice pretty bottle is a clear nondescript liquid, it is a statement that in fact these successful little dealers of acceptance, your needs, wants, and yes your success, are in fact sucking the life out of you with lies. And that my good friend is the truth...
�Just look at the bottle my friend and you will realize it.
�Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death, and you are addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.
�That, which starts sweet, ends bitter. And that which starts bitter ends sweet ...

My skin crept and my blood curdled. something tells me I havent heard the last of mr. Jason De Rothschild ...� ( part 1 )

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