| A Night with the Shadows | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 19 2008, 12:44 PM (56 Views) | |
| Joof | Jul 19 2008, 12:44 PM Post #1 |
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*EDIT: I apologise for not asking Jon in advance if I could do this. For using Paige, plus involving the Shadows inadvertantly, feel free to ban me. And just so you know, whoever reads this, this is told partly in-character, partly out of character. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing!?" Sunday night, about an hour after Showdown. I'm sitting in Paige Johnson's office, half-dressed, bandaged, while the beautiful boss herself rages down at me for my actions tonight. Namely, me hitting Sasha Williams. I roll my eyes and take a breath to answer, but Paige has already started on another tirade. Behind her stands Scott Love, emotionless and impassive throughout this whole thing. "That is not the sort of thing I want this company to represent, violence against women is an extremely underrated thing, and to showcase such an act on national television is a disgrace-" " A disgrace, Miss Johnson? A disgrace!? What kind of an example are you setting, cavorting with Chris Bond, sleeping with your talent, allowing guys like TJ Raven, and Reaper, and street whores like Faith Winchester to walk around doing whatever they please? Dammit, Stevo is right, this whole thing is a fucking disaster. The whole company has turned to shit in your hands!" I look up at Paige, anger blazing in my eyes, ready for a fight. She returns my glare back to me and opens her mouth to speaks, and then sighs and sits down behind her desk, her head in her hands. "Look Nathan, I'm trying here okay? I'm doing the best I can to make this place a success. We need everybody to work together, to make this place the best it can be, and not have these petty little arguments that keep popping up amongst the roster members. We can't be divided at a time like this, we need to-" Suddenly, buzzing can be heard from a walkie-talkie on the hip of Love. He grunts, looks down and presses a small red button on the top. "*Bzz* Scott, we need you down here now, we got *crackle* two sVo guys in a brawl, Talon and whathisface, Vorheez, beating the crap outta each other *hiss* we need your help!" Scott takes his finger off the button and rolls his eyes. He looks down at Paige. "Trouble, Miss Johnson. I'll be back soon, shouldn't take too long to sort those knuckleheads out..." Muttering to himself he crosses the room, opens the door and walks out. Paige lets out an exasperated groan. "See! See! That is what I mean! We can't all just constantly be fighting! What you and Cody did tonight will cause thousands of dollars to repair, the damage to the limo, the equipment you destroyed, and-" "Paige, don't worry about it. I'll wire the costs for damages out of my own private account. I just..." I reach up and gingerly touch the bandage wrapped around me head. A scarlet stain had soaked through, almost dead-centre on my forehead. I pat it once, and then resume my talking. "I have my own problems right now Paige, stuff I need to take care of. It hasn't been easy for me these last few days..." "Oh, it hasn't been easy for you, huh? So you thought you'd take out your anger on Sasha Williams!?" "No, no, nothing like that! That was just, a momentary thing, I just snapped, I mean, I'd just lost my shot at a contendership, and-" "Well, after what you did tonight, it'll be the last contendership you see for a while." "What!?" I stand up now, pain from my beating at the hands of Cody Williams wracking my body. I stumble forwards, clutching the edge of Paige's desk for support, and stare at my boss straight in the face. "This little conflict between myself and Cody has brought in more money than you could have dreamed of! There it was, the moment you became President, the feud of the year, Cody Williams versus Nathan Paradine! Provided Cody survives our next encounter, we'll be top contenders in the , Hardcore and International title scenes when this is all over and done with! Hell, instead of dragging me out of the hospital and up here to listen to you rage on, you should be awarding me a World Championship match!" Paige blinks at me for a moment, and I thought I had her. Seriously, I thought I had convinced her to give me a World Championship match. Then she burst out laughing. "Haha, you, Nathan Paradine, are a funny man under all of that rage and anger. I actually thought you were serious about me giving you a title match for a minute, bahahaha! Seriously, you should do stand up or something!" "Huh, what? But, I was serious..." I mutter something about "top seller of merchandise", "ratings grabber" and "greatest submission artist ever" under my breath, while Paige laughs. Finally, the laughter dies away to the occasional giggle. "But seriously, Nathan, after what happened tonight, I think I'm going to have to reconsider your future prospects in this company. I've just fired Mike Manson, Frank James and Drew Carrig, and I'm not afraid to add your name to the 'To Be Cut" list." "You've just WHAT!?" I speak in an incredulous tone, amazed at what I just heard. Sure, guys came and left in the sVo, but it was of their own free will. Now, Paige had actually just sacked three guys!? "Yep. Three men were just given their marching orders, although Frank is booked in a match next week... I doubt he'll show up. And there will be more to come. I'm sick of this fighting, no more chances for anyone on the roster. It's not Jimmy Moretti or my uncle running things anymore, it's me. And I will not tolerate such behaviour in my company." "But... But... But Paige..." "Look, I’m not going to fire you tonight. Let's see here..." Paige begins poring over one of the countless bits of paper on her desk. I sigh, and sit back down in the comfortable black leather chair in front of her desk. I'm suddenly reminded of the eerie events that occurred in this room tonight, when Johnny All-Star vanished without a trace... "Aha. Okay then Nathan. Instead of suspending you, or demoting you to UnSanctioned, or even banning you from getting title shots, I'm going to stick you in a match with a man who has been on quite a roll lately..." I quickly list in my head who she could me. Talon? Alex Ross? TJ Raven? "I'm putting you in a match with the Hardcore Champion, Christian Roman. Maybe that'll teach you to beat up on women..." I stare at Paige, wide-eyed and shocked. "You serious, Paige?" She nods, a little unnerved by my expression. I quickly pick my jaw up off the ground. I can hardly believe my good luck! Paige sticks me in a match with the Hardcore Champion as a punishment. Haha, this will be easier than I thought. Once I've disposed of Roman, it'll only be a short step to his title, and then onto- Suddenly, the lights flicker. I look up, letting out an uneasy laugh. "Haha... G-good one, Paige. The flickering lights, b-brilliant... I'm loving this thing you have going with The Shadows, whoever came up with that idea is a genius..." Paige looks at me, pure terror etched onto her face. "Oh no... Not again..." "Huh?" That was all I had time to say, as the room is suddenly shut into darkness. I hear Paige screaming for Scott Love, however I shut that out as I stand up and begin to blunder across the room, grasping wildly for the patch of wall where I remember seeing a light switch... I trip over a small table, and I fall to the ground swearing. I can still hear Paige crying, and climbing to my feet, I limp up to the wall, running my hands up and down it, desperately trying to find the light switch. "Gotcha!" I twiddle the small knob backwards and forwards several times, and in a blaze of light that makes my eyes water the lights come back on in the room. I blink around, my eyes finally finding the sobbing Paige standing behind her desk. I limp over, and attempt to put my arm on her shoulder. "It's okay Paige, the light's are back-" "FREEZE!" Oh god, what now!? Scott Love and what seems like the entire sVo security force troop into the room, tasers, batons and assorted other weaponry all at the ready. I am forced to the ground, hands behind my head, by a couple of beefed-up guys, who seem to enjoy grunting a lot as they rub their hands over me searching for illegal items. "Ugh, Steve, I don't ugh think he has anything on him, ugh..." "Ugh, yeah Marky, but it ugh never hurts to look..." Scott meanwhile, is consoling Paige. "Scott, it was *sniff* them again... The Shadows!" Scott shoots me a glare. From the floor, he looks about a hundred feet tall. "It's okay, Miss Johnson, it was probably just an electrical problem or something, nothing to do with the 'Shadows" at all... Now, Mr. Paradine didn't hurt you did he?" "No... No, he got the *sniff* lights back on..." Scott pats Paige on the shoulder reassuringly, and then looks at the two men holding me down. "Let him go, boys. I’ll escort him out of the building myself." Scott nods at Steve and Marky, who both release me, of course, a grunt. Scott watches me, and I release he isn't going to help me up. Favouring my leg, and my injured arm from earlier tonight, and climb up, first to my knees, and then onto my own two feet. Scott motions me to follow him out of the room, and I walk alongside him in silence as we travel through several long corridors, and various sVo offices. "So, the Shadows are real? They aren't just some storyline sVo cooked up for ratings?" I'm desperate now. If these people are real, then just who the hell are they!? Scott doesn't appear to answer for a moment or two, and I've almost given up on a reply when he speaks. "Yeah, they're real. Damn thorn in the side of the sVo for the past few weeks..." "And what happened tonight? With All-Star and Danny Mack? That was real too?" Scott sighs, and stops walking. He stares down at the ground. "Yeah, it was real. We've got no idea where All-Star is, I've got my guys combing the building for him as we speak. As far as most of the roster, and many of the sVo high-ups are concerned, the Shadows are a particularly spooky storyline orchestrated by Paige. In reality, though, they're real. And we don't have any idea who they are or what they want." "But... they must have done something... You have to have suspicions?" Scott laughs bitterly. "I don't have a clue as to what the hell is happening, Nathan. The Shadows are running around, Paige won't tell me a thing, and now we come up to her office after the show and find Johnny missing and Danny knocked out... Can you put two and two together?" "What, you think All-Star is responsible?" We reach an elevator, and Scott hits the bright button which will take us to the ground dloor. "Nathan, I don't know what to believe no more..." I shake my head as I step into the elevator. Scott turns his head slightly to look at me. "So, Paige told you who she was stickin' you in a match with?" "Yeah. Christian Roman. Guess she had all this planned out for me, huh?" "Man, she was furious after you hit Sasha. What the hell were you thinkin', doing something like that!?" I shrug, and then stare off into the distance. Or, at least, the wall of the elevator. "Thins are complicated right now, Scott. All of these old emotuions have been dredged up because of my battles with Cody Williams. I'm watching others succeed where I failed. And to top it all off. my sister showed up on my doorstep with some... news." "Oh what did ya do, bang her like a sick freak and get her pregnant?" I gag, thinking of being engaged in loving coitus with my sister. "No, Scott. Other news. News that could change my life in an instant." "Sounds like shes pregnant to me.." "She isn't pregnant, Scott." "Oh. Well, the one thing you gotta focus on this week is your match against Christian Roman. Beating the Hardcore Champion, the man who beat the sVo Championship number one contender will give your career a nice boost." "I know, I know. Focus on Roman. It's just a little hard, when your head has been split open by your arch-rival, to think clearly you know?" Scott chuckles as we step out of the elevator, into the garish lobby of the Goodfellas Casino. Bright lights are flashing all around me, and I can hear the bright, happy music of slot machines, and the cries of one-shot winners who will just pump every coin they won back into the machine hoping to score big again. Seems like the story of my life. "Hey Nathan, just keep your head up. I'll see you next week, okay?" "Sure man." Scott walks me no further than the entrance, where he claps me on the back and watches as I step into a waiting cab. Keep my head up. I guess I can try. --- Well, tonight was certainly odd. Unlike Paige, and unlike Scott, I did my research on these "Shadows". Turns out an old face, a face familiar to Johnny Starzano-Moretti, may be involved in all of this. Weird. And Paige is "punishing" me by putting me in a match with the Hardcore Champion? Well, that should be no pro- No. I'm not having a repeat of last week. I placed my trust in the wrong person, I grew too overconfident, and I lost my shot at the Las Vegas Championship. Not this week. This week, I start again, with a new mindset, and a new attitude. And a sick sister to care for. When she told me her "condition", I was shocked. Then came the grief. And now, the steely determination to make what time she has left count, to make her proud of her big brother. And i got off to a fucking great start tonight, by smacking Sasha Williams in the face. I can't face her. Her or my sister. Next week, Cody, this battle will move away from what it has already been, a war between two men wracked with jealously. This will become serious, and eventually, one of us will be determined as the better man. No more jokes. No more games. This is serious. Deadly serious. Roman, I need your help. Way I see it, beating you is the way to purifying my soul of its sins. If you beat me, I can consider myself humbled. If I beat you, I move on, a better man. It is a win-win situation for me. But not for you. Never for you. You can keep talking to the crazy voices, listening to the evil lies, and get on with life. As another victim of Nathan Paradine. The greatest there ever will be. |
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