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We Meet Again
Topic Started: Feb 13 2011, 10:26 AM (58 Views)
Joof
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"A letter to you on a cassette, because we don't write anymore... gotta make it up quickly, there's people asleep on the second floor, there's noooooooo aphrodisiac like loneliness... truth, beauty and a picture of you." Nathan Paradine hiccuped loudly and lifted up a half empty bottle of whiskey, re-filling a small glass and drinkly deeply. "No Aphrodisiac" by The Whitlams blared in the background, drowning out the noise from the city below. Paradine leaned his head back, singing along with the music again. "You'll be walking your dog in a few hours, I'll be asleep at my brothers house... you're a thousand miles away with food between your teeth..."

This had been the scene ever since Destiny; Nathan would wake up, fry a mess in a pan and eat it, become coherent enough to post messages to Twitter and check his emails then settle down with a bottle until he fell asleep in the armchair again, only to repeat the process when he awake. He hadn't shown any interest in training or displayed his usual drive to compete, instead preferring to drink himself to sleep. He was unshaven, unwashed and unenthused, definitely not a good combination. He'd quite literally had the motivation beaten out of him by Reaper and Bobby Dean on Sunday, leaving him to do little more than drink and mutter curses under his breath.

He wasn't going to stay like this for much longer, though. Byrd had come along to visit on Monday morning and the expression on her face after one night of drinking had been enough for him to quickly hide the almost empty bottle. He couldn't imagine how she'd react to the state he was in right now, especially after five days. He could even picture how the conversation would go in his head, something along the lines of;

"You're drinking like a man with a problem, Nathan."

"This is how you behave because you lost your title?"

"You're acting like this is the end of the world, you big drama queen."


He snorted in disbelief. He was emotionally fragile at the moment and he had no doubt that Byrd would shatter what little self confidence he had left. He drained off the rest of his glass and coughed loudly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Almost on cue there was a loud knock on the door and he stiffened, wondering if by some force of nature he'd actually managed to telepathically summon Byrd just by thinking about her. He stood up and quickly paused the music, wondering whether he was in a fit enough state to answer the door. He quickly decided that he was and he threw the curtains open, squinting as light flooded the room. There was another knock on the door, louder this time, and he hurried across the room to answer it.

"Give me a second!" he called, reaching out and twisting the door handle. He swung the door open not to reveal Byrd, as he'd assumed, but the young man he'd met while walking through Las Vegas only a few weeks prior; Ryan Davis. Paradine blinked and then looked down at what he was wearing, worn jeans and a stained singlet. He gulped.

"Sorry if this is a bad time," Davis said coolly. He glanced down the hallway, however Paradine saw him wrinkle his nose slightly. "I can come back another day."

"No, no," Paradine took a step back to allow Davis to enter the room, desperately scrabbling for a shirt. He grabbed a green button down shirt and slid it on, frantically buttoning it up. "I was just expecting someone else, that's all. Sorry this place is such a mess, I've been busy the last few days." Busy getting drunk, that is.

"It's fine. This place is a shrine compared to my apartment." Davis stepped into the room and Paradine closed the door behind him, moving into the kitchen to sweep a stack of dirty dishes into the sink. "You weren't kidding, then? You really do live here?"

"Yeah. It's a lot easier, since I do all my work downstairs at the Goodfellas Arena... I keep meaning to look for an apartment, but I guess I just get sidetracked. Besides, I don't have to worry about rent here. I just pay for residency in the room." Nathan moved out of the kitchen and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So, what can I do for you... Ryan, wasn't it?"

"I just... I wanted to thank you for helping me out the other week. I remembered what you said about coming to visit you and once I healed up, I figured I really had nothing better to do." Davis let out a small laugh. "I saw you wrestle the other night, on TV at a bar. Tough loss to that Reaper guy, eh?"

"He'll be getting his just desserts soon enough," Paradine muttered, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "Byrd took care of it for me, she arranged a rematch for next week... but I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment. Specifically a fish named Chezina Rodriquez."

The reality of his situation hit him at that instant; he'd spent an entire week drinking himself into a stupor. He hadn't been training or preparing for this match at all, and there was a shot at the tag team titles on the line. He hadn't heard from Cody and suspected that his partner in crime was under the impression he was gearing up to make sure they succeeding in their goal of the tag team titles. He gulped again, knowing that he had made a big mistake.

"Well, good luck. Maybe I should get off the streets and into this wrestling thing, eh?" Ryan raised his fists in a mock boxing stance and swung his fist out towards Nathan, who lazily swatted it away with his forearm.

"Perhaps you should. It has to be better than fighting gangs though, doesn't it?" Paradine laughed. "I should be asking you for advice, really. Chezina resembles some sort of street thug. I don't doubt that his counterpart will get involved in the match as well."

"So it'll turn into a two-on-one, you think?" Ryan asked, looking concerned. Paradine grinned and raised his own fists, savoring the thought of driving them into Chezina's face.

"Not if I have anything to say about it. It's alright though, I have Cody around to back me up if I have to. If that doesn't work out, well... I'm hardly going to go down without a fight." Nathan winked knowingly at Ryan. "I also have an insurance policy, in the unlikely event that I DO lose the match."

"Want to share the details?" Ryan asked, however Nathan pressed his finger to his lips. Ryan sighed and nodded, understanding the need for secrecy in this case.

"Look, how about I take you down to the restaurant and we can grab something to eat, eh? You can fill me in on what happened to you after that night, and I'll try and convince you that the wrestling world is a big, scary place that you want no part of." Nathan indicated towards the door and Ryan nodded. As they both walked Nathan heard a loud humming and he walked back to the sofa, fishing out his mobile phone and discovering he had a message from Byrd.

We need to talk. Call me back when you get this.

Nathan gripped his phone before tossing it back down, grabbing his jacket and walking out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

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