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More Monsters...; RP 1 Vs. Disturbed
Topic Started: Apr 23 2011, 03:16 AM (258 Views)
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Journal Entry...


Several days had passed since I faced my toughest challenge yet in Bombtrack. It was the longest I had been in the ring for a match since arriving to New Era Wrestling. It had also been the closest match I've had been in as well. And as a result, it had also been the only match here that had required me to seek medical attention. More stitches were added to my already large amount of stitches I've recieved in my relatively long career inside of the ring, as I now am the owner of 40 more stitches after my latest match. Regardless of all the pain and suffering, I won my match yet again and I retained the North American Title.

Despite all of this winning, and my luck, another problem loomed over him, for now he had issues getting my working visa to go to England, mainly because of the problems I've had while on visa before. I'm not exactly looking forward to going to England anyhow. I've encountered several British wrestlers during my time, including Dean Jones, and had come to a conclusion that I'm not particularly fond of the British. Especially Dean Jones, after that little bastard had the audacity to lay hands on me. I've had hurt people for less as a result of such disrespect, and I will not forget said insult anytime soon. Dean Jones will get his when the time is right. And the time is almost right.

Other thoughts on my mind was the shake-up of the new management, with Terry Queens taking control of half of NEW. As a member of Legion, this does not bode well for me, but I have nobody to blame but myself. My job was on the line after I destroyed that hotel bar a few months back. This was my punishment from the company. Work for Legion or work somewhere else, though I had never been much on working with others when it came to pro wrestling. Egos tended to get in the way, and with Dean Jones, the walking ego, on the team, it was easy to want to hurt these guys. RAW was another one of these egomaniacs that the team boasted, though despite all the talent that he had, he has not accomplished as much as he could. He was distracted, mostly by Lana, but despite his major loss to Kayla, he was still running his mouth just as much as he was before. It isn't bragging if it's true, but RAW was resting on the laurels of victories past, and ironically enough, so was Legion.

Oh how I would've loved to give Bombtrack his old spot back on the Legion team, and to just walk away to create my own brand of destruction, without the so-called support of Legion. Fact is that I don't need Legion, but Legion needs me, despite all the bravado of Dean Jones. They need a winner, and not just a winner, but a very imposing and dangerous winner like Nathan Blaster. Alas, Travis Blaine made it that I needs them now, or else I'll be out on my ass, regardless of the fact that I have not been pinned or made to tap in all the time I've been here. My outside transgressions have made for good tabloid news, and has cost Travis thousands of dollars to cover up. Now here I sit, awaiting his day to be free of his obligation. Awaiting the day that this might be able to happen. And now it has come, with Terry Queens as his possible savior.

Or maybe not. Terry Queens was old, and quite sick. Not physically, but rather mentally. I've seen some pretty fucked up people before, but this guy took the cake, and shit in it, and then ate it, with a smile on his face. Regardless, if Jimmy and his prior addictions and family betrayals and his lame attempts to get at Travis Blaine and Legion were enough to get Terry to get him a reprieve from Travis, then perhaps Terry could do the same for me. Though I don't want to be part of any coalition to end Legion. As much as I hate who I work for, its not enough for me to outright destroy them. Though I probably should, because should I betray them, I'm certain that I'll be next on the chopping block, right next to Jimmy...



It was at this point in writing his journal entry that Hank walks in, waving the visa proudly around, as Nathan sighs with a hint of defeat in the sound. Hank then says...


Hank: It's only going to be for a few months.

Nathan: Yeah, a few months too long. A place like that will drive me to drinking again.

Hank: I thought that was what the writing was for.

Nathan: No. This is just my thoughts on the situation at hand in the company.

Hank: You writing about Legion?

Nathan: Yeah. God, how I hate the fact that I'm in that damn group. Bunch of egomaniacs who think they're King Shit of Turd Mountain. If I didn't know I'd be fired, I'd beat the ever-living shit out of each and every one of them. Even Travis.

Hank: I know how you feel. Travis is such a condescending prick, and how I'd love to stuff his head up his ass further the way he talks to me sometimes. Speaking of talking, I just got done talking to him. You're to face Disturbed the next time you get into the ring.

Nathan: Really? I'm facing him? Didn't his girlfriend get attacked by Outkast and he was left bleeding in the ring again?

Hank: Oh yeah, and he's his own brand of destruction as well. Worst than you, I suppose. And with that chick gone, he's probably going to be worse.

Nathan: He lets this little douchebag Outkast have his way with him like this, so I'm not worried about this overgrown child.

Hank: Look, this man is dangerous, and he's bigger than you...


Nathan gets to his feet and lifts the desk up off the ground and upturns it, as Hank cowers down, afraid that Nathan will launch the desk at him...


Nathan: Did you forget who the fuck you're talking to? I'm Nathan Blaster, the most destructive force in New Era Wrestling. This man called Disturbed is a fucking joke to me! He has no direction and obviously no brains. A monster, not a true villain! He wants sickness, I have sickness, and I'll make him choke on it! I bet he's saying right now that he's going to make some sort of example out of me for the next time he faces Outkast, well I hate to let him in on this secret, but I'M NOT OUTKAST! I'M NATHAN BLASTER, THE BLAST FROM THE PAST, THE MONTANA MAULER, THE DESTROYER OF TOWNS, THE MASTER BLASTER! I'M THE TRUE UNSTOPPABLE FORCE IN NEW ERA WRESTLING, AND WHEN I FACE THIS ASSHOLE, HE'S GOING TO WISH THAT I WAS OUTKAST!

Hank: OKAY! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

Nathan: Maybe I've got to remind everyone in New Era Wrestling that you don't fuck with The Master Blaster. Maybe that last match with Bombtrack has got people thinking they can fuck with me. That I'm weak or something. Well, I'm going to let them in on a secret. I'm not weak, not now or ever! And I think its time that I go on another rampage...

Hank: Shit...

Nathan: I think I'm going to go hit the town. Don't wait up for me...

Hank: No. You are not going to do this. This is my career you're fucking with as well...

Nathan: And you should've thought of that before you got this fucking visa that I didn't want.

Hank: Is that what this is all about? About going to England?

Nathan: I don't know what it is, but I don't like Brits, especially that Dean Jones guy!

Hank: You're still pissed off about that?

Nathan: You're damn right I am! Nobody does shit like that and gets away with it! I don't give a shit if he's a member of Legion or not! And another thing, fuck Legion!

Hank: Yeah, we've already established that. Hell, I don't like Legion! But we got to go along to get along.

Nathan: And I'm fucking sick of playing that game!

Hank: I know! But getting drunk is not going to solve this problem. You'll lose your visa, sure, but you'll also get fired, North American Champ or not. All they'll do is make the London Brawl for the title, and you'll be nothing more than a memory. Another talented guy who fell victim to addiction. Is that how you want your career to end?

Nathan: This fucking sucks!

Hank: Thanks for the understatement. But we can beat this. But first, we've got to go to the airport. Get on the flight and land at Heathrow. Then, from there, we figure out our plan to defeat Disturbed, which shouldn't take too much. Then, from there, we talk to Terry Queens.

Nathan: I'm not putting too much faith in that old buzzard. Never mind that he's lost all his damn marbles, but he's also liable to make me part of some stupid coalition to defeat Legion. As much as I hate them, I just want to rid myself of them. And I don't want to work with that old guy either. I'm better than this shit.

Hank: I don't want to work with that guy either. He creeps me out, truth be told. But if we leave Legion, we're going to be targets. Not like we're targets already, but I'm talking we're going to get targeted by all of Legion. You're good, but an onslaught from that group is bad news. Just ask Jimmy...

Nathan: Shit. Jimmy cringes at the thought of Legion because of me. I'm the destructive force in this group. Dean thinks he's the brains, or Travis, maybe, but I'm what makes people wake up in the middle of the night scared to death. Without me, they're screwed. Plain and simple.

Hank: Well, first things first. We go to England, defeat this Disturbed guy, and we take it one day at a time. But today, and tommorow, and even after we defeat Disturbed, is NOT our day to make our move. I've got a plan for when we do make our move...

Nathan: Oh, I'm not stupid. I've got plans of my own.

Hank: Good. Keep them to yourself for now. But we've got to get ready to go to the airport.

Nathan: Alright. I'll be down in a few minutes.


Hank nods, and turns around, opens the door and shuts it behind him. Nathan picks the desk back up and puts it back where it was. He picks his journal up and reads up to where he left off, before he picks his pen up and jots down a few more thoughts...


Though I may be on the chopping block next to Jimmy, I'm not going to fight back half-assed like he has when that day comes that I'm no longer aligned with Legion. The key to defeating Legion is striking when the time is right. I've got the time and place, and with a little luck, Legion won't see it coming. I'll play ball for now and do what nobody has been able to do in New Era Wrestling, and that's make mincemeat out of that asshole Disturbed. I'll show the world once again why I'm the most dangerous member of Legion and why they need me more than I need them. Disturbed, you had better pray to your God that when I meet you in the ring, that I don't kill you...
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