| Miracles Can Happen; Showdown #34 [RP] 1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 24 2008, 02:31 AM (64 Views) | |
| Joof | Jul 24 2008, 02:31 AM Post #1 |
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"Where are we going?" I refused to answer, continuing to stare out of the tinted window of the limo at the bright lights of Las Vegas. Sasha threw me a dirty look and crossed her arms, leaning back into the leather seat. I made some non-committal grunt, and she rolled her eyes. I lost... again. Why? Why do I keep losing!? Travis Williams... Steven Steele... Christian Roman... What do these men have that I don't!? "I want you to tell me where we are going right now!" I turned away from the window, staring at Sasha. She still had a dirty look plastered on her face. I sighed, and answered her. "We're getting away from the Goodfellas Casino... right about now, Cody should be stepping into the ring with Peter Gilmour." Nobody had known what I had done... locking Sasha away in my locker room, then as soon as my match was over sprinting backstage, letting her out and leaving the arena. These were the "security measures" Paige Johnson had put in place when he had gone to see her just a few days ago... --- "Dammit Paige, I want protection!" I stared down the beautiful sVo President, leaning against her desk, breathing heavily. I was remembering vividly what had happened the last time I had stepped into this office... and my little encounter with "The Shadows". "Now Nathan, why do you want, or even need for that matter, protection?" Paige had a small smirk on her face. She was enjoying this! She knew how badly I needed her help, and she was toying with me! "Why do I need protection? I don't want Cody Williams going all crazy and coming after me again. Do you really want me injured, and right before the Pay Per View?" Paige mulled over my words for a moment. She finally slapped both her palms down on top of her desk. "Nathan, I can't just give you a security force. Hell, after what you did to Sasha Williams last week, I'd say he was justified in what he did!" "I told you, I didn't mean to hit her! It just... well, it just happened!" I turned around, staring down at the richly-carpeted floor. Paige leaned back in her chair, watching, waiting, to see what I would do next. "Paige. Listen. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just make sure Cody doesn't touch me again." There it was. I was pleading with Paige now. She had all the cards in her hand. What would she do? "Well, that may be a little difficult Nathan. Word going round is, Cody wants you in another match." Another match!? After what had happened last week!? "I was going to hold off another rematch between the two of you until the Pay Per View... But then, after what happened I was going to reconsider and put you in a match with Cody next week." I stared down at her shocked. Surely she can't be serious... "But after what you have told me, I'm willing to wait a week or two... but in return for me making sure that Cody Williams doesn't touch you again, I want something." She was... she was actually going to protect me!? 'Anything, Paige! Whatever you want, its yours!" Paige grinned up at me, and instantly I knew that this wasn't going to be good. "I want to negate Sasha Williams' contract." I stood, shell-shocked for a moment. "What!?" I began to pace quickly back and forward, in front of Paige's desk, furiously thinking the situation over. On one hand there was a wild Cody Williams, out for revenge after my little wake-up call at Countdown to Violence. On the other hand... I was paying for Sasha. She was my valet! Finally, I reached a decision, and not one I liked. "Fine, Paige. If you can assure me that Cody Williams doesn't lay a hand on me this week, then I'll negate the contract of Sasha William’s right after Showdown." "After Showdown?" "Well... yeah." I shrugged, and then fixed a rogues grin onto my face. "You don't honestly think that I'm going to trust you, Paige? If I escape Showdown #33 unscathed, then I'll rip up the contract and send her on her merry way back to Cody. Deal?" I held out my hand. This was as far as I was willing to bend. I could have Sasha for just one more night, in exchange for my safety. Paige hesitated a moment, and then gingerly shook my hand. She withdrew it quickly after we shook, as if scared I might contaminate her. "Fine then, Nathan. It's a deal." I nodded, and then turned to leave. I was halfway towards the door when Paige spoke again. "Nathan? May I ask... what is this new change in you? The man I spoke to a few weeks ago would have been raring for a fight with Cody Williams... now, you seem, well, different." I pause, my hand on the doorknob. I don't bother to turn around to face Paige as I speak. "Over the last week or two, things have changed... My sister came to visit." I pause for a moment, wondering what I should say next. Paige gave a little cough, and I snapped back to reality. 'My sister is sick, Paige. Right now, I'm more concerned with taking care of her than I am with a silly rivalry that began six years ago." I turn the knob, and walk out of the room. Time to prepare for Showdown #33! --- "So that's why were are here? You're hiding from Cody?" I snap out of my reminiscence, turning to face Sasha, still with her arms crossed, returning my dark glare. "No, we're not hiding from Cody. I'd just rather not be at the arena while he is." Sasha gave a cold laugh, and to be honest it frightened far more than anything Cody could ever manage to do. "You are a coward, Nathan Paradine. First you hit me, then you lock me away, now you try and hide from my husband. Well, your day will come. Cody isn't going to let you get away with this!" Aha, the ball is back in my court now. I give Sasha by best evil grin. "Dear Sasha, I don't intend for him to let me get away with this." Sasha uncrosses her arms and looks around uncertainly. "Where are we going, anyway?" she asks again. I finally sigh, and relent. reaching under the back seat of the limo, I pull forth a shiny black briefcase, brought especially to hold her contract just a few weeks ago. I snap it open, and pull out a sheaf of papers. "Sasha, do you know what this is?" She peers forward, quickly scanning the top page. "It's my contract" she finally says. "Although why you have it here, I have no idea." I nod along with her words, scanning over the pages as she speaks. "That's right, it's your contract. I brought it here for a very special reason tonight." "And that is? Let me guess, you negotiated another few years onto it?" I smirk. "No Sasha, although that would have been nice to do. No, I brought it here for another reason." I begin to rip the contract to pieces. Not just tearing it down the middle, but ripping and slashing and pulling and tearing until there is a huge, misshapen pile of paper scraps sitting in my lap. All of this Sasha has watched with a kind of fascination, half shock, half amazement. I roll down the window of the limo, and send the paper tumbling away into the night. I can see it flying behind the limo, finally coming to rest on the Las Vegas Strip, before being blown away by more night traffic. I roll the window up and sit back in my seat. 'Why... why did you do that?" Sasha was whispering, still with the strange look on her face. I chuckled. "I've been playing Cody from the very start, Sasha. I've got all the cards in my hand yet again. Cody won't be able to touch me until Shadows of Power, in a match that I had booked for us. Sure, Cody will probably name the stips, but hey. I can deal with whatever he dishes out. However... getting to here came at a price. That price was your contract. As of now, you officially no longer work for me as a valet. You are free to go back and sign a contract with Cody, or Peter Gilmour, or hell, even Alex Ross." Sasha nods. I slide the briefcase back under the seat, and tap on the drivers window. 'Driver! Pull over here" I instruct. The man obliges, drawing the limo to halt. I open the door and indicate for Sasha to get out. "End of the line here, sweetie." She stares at me for a moment. "You actually expect me to get out here?" I nod. Of course I meant for her to get out here! "Sure. You're a resourceful girl, Sasha. You'll find a way back to the Goodfellas Casino... or, if the rumours are true, the arms of a random gambler wandering the street." Sasha slapped me across the face. Hard. My head snapped sideways, half of my face on fire. I lifted my hand and touched the raw skin. "Ouch?" I offered. "You're a bastard!" were her parting words. She scrambled out of the limo, and out into the night. I slam the door shut, and tap on the window again. "Driver, take me home now." As the limo begins to navigate the roads again, I pull out my cellphone. Tonight's defeat at the hands of Christian Roman has proved one thing to me. I lost. This week, thigs are going to change. I scroll down through my contacts, finally pausing on 'Bourke, Emma'. I hit the talk button, and the number begins to ring. Beep. Beep. Ka-chunk! "Emma?" I'm hesistant about calling at this time. usually, I call in the middle of the day, or we meet face to face in the sVo offices. I've no idea what she could be doing outside of working hours. "Nathan? Is... Is that you? What are you doing calling me at this hour!?" Emma answers groggily. I quickly check my watch. Ten-thirty seven. I suddenly berate myself as ten kinds of a fool. She was probably asleep! "Emma, I'm sorry about calling you now, but I have a huge favour to ask." I pull from my jacket pocket a crumpled program for Showdown #33, detailing all of the matches that were taking place that night, as well as all of the performers. I begin to read over the performers list as Emma sighs, then answers. "Fine, Nathan. What is it?" "Emma, I need to you make sure I'm booked against a certain opponent this week... some unique, someone I shouldn't be able to beat..." I quickly scan down the list, and poke my finger at a name about halfway down. 'Someone like, say, Billy Jacobs." I can hear her gasp on the other end of the call. "The Preacher? Nathan, the guy's crazy! Rambling on about God, and the stuff thats going on with Kaden Alonzo...it's crazy!" I laugh, assuring not only Emma but myself that I'm more than capable of dealing with Jacobs. "Just trust me, Emma. Make sure the match is booked. "The Preacher" is more concerned with getting that International Championship off Night than he is with a guy like me. But, once I've beaten Preacher and Cody Williams, who do you think will be next in line for an International Championship match?" Emma mumbles something that sounds like "idiot", and I can imagine her rolling her eyes at my words. "Fine, Nathan. I'l make sure the match is booked... I just hope I'm not going to regret this..." I silently punch the air in the back of the limo. "Thanks, Emma. You're the best." "I know, Nathan. You owe me big time for this." "I do. Bye!" I end the call, and lean back in the seat, a jubilant smile on my face. Now, after the disaster that was Retribution, my life, and my career is finally getting back on track. But there is still my sister... And with Billy Jacobs... maybe miracles can happen... |
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