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| Joof | Mar 25 2010, 08:26 AM Post #1 |
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The Representative was an immaculate man; clean-shaven, well-dressed and incredibly charismatic. A smile and a few kind words from him would be enough to win most people over, no matter how reluctant they were to fall to his charms. This was something that made Nathan Paradine very, very wary of him when they met, because he was determined to break away from the circumstances that had ensnared him. It was time to make a gamble... --- It was dark, for the most part. Light still filtered between the cracks in this thick curtains and the hum of the Las Vegas nightlife echoed around the room, a dull mixture of cars, laughter, shouting and music. It was the same racket that had kept Nathan Paradine awake every night snce he'd returned to Sin City, sitting by the one window he kept open to let the night breeze in, drinking his way through a bottle of cheap wine, the lights from the surrounding buildings reflecting back off his sunglasses, his mouth set in a bitter smirk. Nathan spent a great deal of his time thinking, nowadays. He'd all but abandoned the Sanctioned Violence Organization, no-showing not only the weekly television programme but roster-wide staff meetings and several public appearances. He'd pulled the phone out of the wall, locked his door and sat down by the window, determined to sort out the jumbled mess his mind had become over the last two years, ever since he'd returned to the messed up world of professional wrestling. The funny thing was, he'd been normal once. For a handful of years he'd had a nice surburban life, mowing lawns, cooking barbeques and muttering snidely whenever a neighbour purchased a new car. It was a boring life, but it was one he'd enjoyed. Mostly for one reason... "Emily..." he murmured softly into the darkness. As these nightly sessions always seemed to, he thought of the woman he'd loved, the woman he'd never see again because he'd failed to protect her. Ever since that fateful night in November he'd been on autopilot, his zest for life and competition sucked into the black hole inside him. Everytime he stepped into that ring now, the roar of the crowd didn't fire him up. It irritated him, like a fly buzzed around his head that he couldn't quite shoo away. He'd take every blow his opponent dished out, knowing that the pain he was experiencing couldn't compare to the pain of losing Emily. He leaned back in his chair, qrinkling his nose slightly at the smell that rose up into the air around him. He'd been sitting in a puddle of his own sweat for a week, moving around only for bathroom breaks and to get more alcohol. He hadn't changed his clothes, and you can forget about personal hygeine... He just wanted to let himself go. "-But I'm afraid that isn't going to happen." Nathan sat up, and glanced towards the door to his hotel suite. The door was locked, good. Whoever was speaking, whoever was outside his room, they weren't going to get in, they weren't- BANG. BANG. "Open the door, Nathan!" Nathan waited, bottle sitting in his lap, simply to see what happened next. Eyes focused on the door, he raised the bottle and poured himself another glass of wine. "I know you're in there! Open the goddamn door!" BANG. A third fist on the door, more than likely for emphasis. Nathan raised his glass and toasted whoever it was that was so desperate to get into his hotel room. "I'm not in right now!" he announced proudly, before draining the glass in several deep gulps. The noise outside his room ceased, and he nodded to himself. There, they had proof he was alive, now they would leave him alone. CRASH. Or not. The door splintered open with the assistance of several burly Goodfellas Casino staff. Standing behind them was none other than Paige Johnson, a scowl on her face. She flicked the lights on and Nathan flinched, sending the empty wine bottle tumbling down onto the ground as he threw his arms up in front of his face. "Turn off the damned light!" he roared, spit flying from his lips. "Are you trying to blind me, woman!?" Paige look around the room and scowled, her hands on her hips. "So, is this what you've been doing for the last two weeks, Nathan? Sitting here in your hotel room and getting drunk?" She rolled her eyes. "Typical of a common bottom-feeding male, but not of one of my top wrestlers!" "I'm not drunk," Nathan protested, lowering his arms to look at Paige. "And no, I haven't been doing this for two weeks. The first week I spent watching daytime television and drinking vodka down at the bar. I've only been here in my room like this for a week now, and what a week it was!" Nathan dropped onto the floor, crawling towards the wine bottle. He picked it up and smirked triumphantly, climbing to his feet and raising it to his lips. His face fell however when he realised that it was empty. Paige rolled her eyes again. "Listen, Nathan, I'm sorry... but disciplinary measures will have to be taken here. You can't just disappear off the face of the planet to go on a bender... I think it might be best if the sVo let you go, gave you some time to work out your personal issues, and then maybe you can come back." Paige sighed. "It's the only option we have left. You've become a liability." Nathan stared down at the bottle, a small smile on his face. "See this, Paige? This is cheap red wine. Usually purchased either by people who cannot afford the good stuff, or by people who want to simply drink everything away. I'm in the middle, I think. I don't care for the flavour of my wine, I just want to feel numb, even if it is only for a little while..." Nathan looked up and sat the bottle down on the kitchen counter. "But it makes me a liability. I just want it all to go away, Paige. Is that so much to ask?" "Yes, Nathan. I'm afraid it is." Paige sighed and patted him gently on the shoulder. "I'll have the paperwork sent over to you tomorrow, and then-" Tap-tap. There it was, a sound that Nathan would soon come to dread. The tap-tap that signalled the arrival of The Representative and the people he worked for. Nathan and Paige both looked towards the door and noticed him standing motionless, a small smile on his face. He was dressed in a light grey suit and his blonde hair was slicked back with hair product. He stepped forward, opening his mouth wide enough for his front teeth to be exposed. "Miss Johnson. Mr. Paradine. I was notified of a disturbance here when I arrived to deal with an sVo matter. I'm assuming that this is the disturbance?" The Representative looked from Nathan to Paige, his tone inquiring. Paige nodded. "I-Indeed it is, Mr....?" she asked, and Nathan took note of the small trace of fear in her voice. She knew who this man was, and she was scared of him. "Maloney, Miss Johnson. My name is Maloney, and I'm a representative of The Company. You know who they are, right?" Paige's eyes widened and she quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course!" she gushed. "It's just... why are you here?" "Well, this is an sVo matter, isn't it?" Maloney said pleasantly. "And, while you may be The President, I'm afraid that I have authority over you in this matter. It has been expressed by my superiors that they want me to deal with Mr. Paradine... So, I suggest you get back to booking cards or handling finaces or whatever it is you do." Paige simply stared at Maloney for a minute, before nodding quickly. "Of course, sir. I guess I'll both leave you, um, to it..." Paige flashed a forced at both men before walking past them both and exiting the room, taking the Goodfellas staff with her. The door to the room slammed shut and it drooped sadly against the doorframe. "Well, well, well... You've certainly put us into a pickle, Nathan. We had great, great plans for you... plans which have now passed on to someone else." Maloney picked up the bottle and shrugged. "Next time, if you're going to drink yourself into a stupor, you can at least do it in style." Nathan slid his glasses off his face and glared at Maloney with bloodshot eyes. "Nice to see you remember I'm alive," he snapped. "All I got from you was a contract to sign and a threat that I had to win. Seeing that I failed to live up to your expectations, I assumed I'd ruined your plans and you'd forgotten about me." "Ruined our plans, Nathan? Oh no no no! Because of your incompetance, we've found someone even better..." Maloney chuckled and sat the bottle down. "Some associates of mine are putting the pressure on his mentor toi make sure he succeeds and unlike you, he's actually going well. He didn't lock himself in his hotel room and get drunk at the first sign of adversity." Nathan raised his finger and pointed it at Maloney in an accusationary manner, his lips contorted into a scowl. "I... I am a pathetic, miserable excuse for a human being, Maloney. If I want to get drunk, I'll get drunk. Just get the hell out of my room, you and your Company can leave me the hell alone. I don't want any part of what you're offering." "Actually, I think you do. I'm convinced you're not completely worthless, and while you won't be touching the World Heavyweight Championship anytime soon... I'm willing to take a gamble on you." Maloney chuckled and drew a pair of dice out of the pocket of his jacket, rolling them along the floor towards Nathan. Nathan crouched down and picked them up, frowining as he did so. "Two sixes. What's your point?" he asked. Maloney cackled and clapped his hands together. "Excellent! Nathan, I have a feeling that a problem is about to arise in the sVo. I'm going to ask you, nicely, to do whatever it takes to prevent this problem from occuring. I'm putting in all my chips and hoping that you'll pull through for me... Clean yourself up, show up for this Roulette Night and do whatever you have to do to prevent this problem from pccuring. Do that, and it will be incredibly beneficial for you. Are we clear?" Nathan shrugged and sighed. "Do I have a choice?" he said dejectedly. Maloney laughed again, a cruel, hollow sound. "No, you don't. But I'd rather you choose to help me as opposed to me forcing you. So, remember; Sunday night, Showdown, Roulette Night. Wear something nice. Be on your best manners. And, for God's sake, don't screw this one up." Nathan nodded again, while Maloney simply flashed him one more smile and walked out of the room. Nathan clenched his fists and sank back down into his chair, glancing out into the city nightlife. "How do I always managed to get pulled into these crazy situations?" he thought, as he admired the bright lights. |
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