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Topic Started: Jan 15 2011, 11:25 AM (47 Views)
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"Say cheese!"

Nathan Paradine grinned and flashed a thumbs-up, his other hand resting on the shoulder of a young boy quite obviously starstruck by meeting his favorite wrestler. The boy's mother fiddles with a small digital camera, finally pressing the shutter button and exclaiming loudly at the image.

"Oh, don't you both just look so CUTE!" she shrills, shuffling forward and sliding the camera back into her handbag. "Thank you so much for letting Mikey take a picture, Mr. Paradine. It means so much to him, he was hoping to meet one of his favorite wrestlers while we were here in Vegas."

The three of them -Nathan, Mikey and his mother- were standing on the Las Vegas Strip, slightly away from the throng of people moving in various directions. Byrd stood a little off to the side under the shade of a plam tree, her dark sunglasses hiding her eyes and a bored expression on her face. Nathan claps Mikey on the shoulder as he moves back towards his mother before reaching a hand up to adjust his sunglasses.

"It wasn't a problem at all," he said easily. "I'm always happy to accomdate an sVo fan, even more so if he happens to be one of my fans as well. Keep watching and supporting Mikey. It's people like you that keep this business alive."

Mikey nods proudly while his mother ruffles his hair. They both walk off and disappear into the sea of tourists, leaving Paradine standing alone watching after them for a moment before sighing and turning around to face Byrd.

"Was that fun?" she snickered, standing up and wincing slightly as she stepped out into the sunlight. She shielded her face and walked towards Nathan. "Now that you're the Las Vegas Champion, you're practically a hero. Especially since you beat the big, bad James Von Drake for the belt, you strong wrestler you."

Nathan raised his eyebrow as she walked past, digesting her words before spinning around and striding after her at a brisk pace. He finally catches her and they walk for a time in silence, until they are standing outside the Goodfellas Casino.

"Say something Australian for me," Byrd said, turning her head back over her shoulder to look at Nathan. He snapped to attention, looking slightly confused.

"What do you mean, say something Australian?" he asked in surprise. "I AM Australian. I'm always speaking in an Australian accent! I don't know what you mean."

"I mean say something Australian Australian," Byrd said in exasperation, as if she were explaining something to a small child. "Trust me, you want to do it. Especially if you want to find out who your opponent is for this week, since I happen to have the scoop on that."

"What?" Nathan blurted, startled. Byrd simply winked at him and indicated with her hand for him to speak. Nathan frowned, opening and closing his mouth several times before actually saying something.

"Fine... you can, uh, bet your bloody ass cobber that I'd like to know just, uh, just who the hell my opponent is this week. Sunshine." Nathan gulped, and shrugged. "I'm not so good at this native slang."

"Good enough for me, I guess." Byrd and Nathan stepped inside the air-conditioned casino lobby, making straight for the elevators. "You're going to be taking on the bearded one himself, Roscoe Shame. It's a big opportunity for you, fighting a former world champion."

"Roscoe Shame, eh?" Natha mused as they stood outside the elevators. He pressed the "UP" button and leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. "I don't know how I feel about this. On one hand, he's one of the most celebrated champions on the history of the sVo..."

"But on the other hand?" Byrd queried, sliding her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose.

"On the other hand, he's suffered fluke victories to upstart rookies several times in his sVo career. He hasn't been in this business long, and he still makes a lot of mistakes. I'll have to capitalize on that if I want to beat him." Nathan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe this will work out for the best, actually. Nothing like a win over a former champion to boost your own profile, especially after what happened last week."

The elevator arrived and they both stepped inside, Paradine pressing the button for the floor his suite was on. The doors slid shut and bland elevator muzak began to play. Byrd playfully punched Nathan on the arm.

"Awww, did the big bully Reaper give you on ouchie?" she grinned wickedly. "Suck it up, Paradine. You've got bigger fish to fry... namely whoever tries to take away your Las Vegas Championship."

"I suppose you're right, there." Paradine muttered, rolling his eyes. "So, I get to deal with Roscoe. It could be worse, I suppose... besides, I've got other things to deal with."

"Oh? Like what?" Byrd queried in surprise; this was genuine news to her. "You never told me about this!"

The elevator came to a halt and the door slid open. Paradine grinned and stepped forwards, his head casually pillowed by his hands. He turned around to face Byrd and wiggled his finger.

"Some secrets are still my own!" he declared, smiling at the look of outrage on Byrd's face as the doors slid shut.
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