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Back to Reality; RP 2: The C-4 Deathmatch!
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Topic Started: Oct 5 2011, 02:39 PM (102 Views)
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Oct 5 2011, 02:39 PM
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Nathan awakes from the incredible dream that felt so real, his stomach is doing cartwheels inside of his body. He looks over and smells what amounts to stomach acid and a mix of several alcohols mixed together, and starts throwing up more. Nathan gets to his feet, but the damage was done. Vomit was all over his bed and on the floor, and he's now trailing it into the bathroom. There is a knock on the door, but Nathan refuses to answer it, throwing up the remains of what is left inside of his stomach...
Nathan had what amounted to a surreal dream about setting fire to Bombtrack's trailer. Unbelievable, really. Who does things like that while shit-faced? Do people really riot over the fact that a guy tipped over a trailer and then set it on fire? Well, maybe. Boston did just lose the opportunity to go to the playoffs after a great season, and Bostonians were known for their passionate, if conservative, behavior. Between the bouts of puking, Nathan looked at his hands, which were sore, to see that there were bruises and cuts on his hands. The knocking on his door continued, as Nathan got to his feet, towel in hand. Nathan wiped himself down. The sweat and vomit on his face had started to make the bandages come undone. Nathan opened the door and we see Hank. Hank crinkles his nose as the stench of body odor and vomit hit him from the room. Hank even heaves for a moment, before retreating from the room, plugging his nose, as he says...
Hank: What the hell? Did you drink the whole bar?
Nathan: Lets not talk about that right now.
Hank: At least you were better behaved than the last time there was a party. You didn't throw any racial slurs at anybody.
Nathan: Racial slurs? That ain't me. I don't do that shit.
Hank: So you didn't call Kise Kazama a slanty-eyed fucker the last time you talked to him at Kast's party?
Nathan: If that happened, I don't remember it happening. That was pretty harsh...
Hank: Well, it happened. Just ask anybody around NEW.
Nathan: Yeah, I trust people around NEW like I trust rattlesnakes. I don't believe a word these people say to me. Its almost like every person here in NEW wants me to epically fail because of how well I'd performed over the last year. People saying they have my back, only to stab me in the back when it really counts. About the only thing here that I've been able to rely upon is that Bombtrack will always find a way to try and one-up me. Is it sad that the only reliable person in this place is my mortal enemy?
Hank: Are you going to start crying? I know that with Bombtrack getting arrested and the Death Match coming up, you're more emotional than usual...
Nathan cuts him off, as he says...
Nathan: Fuck yourself...
Hank: With what?
Nathan: Oh that shit again...
Hank: People got a hell of a laugh out of it, and you beat Kise black and blue. You have nothing to be ashamed about in that match...
Nathan: I got beat by an inferior wrestler, and his buddies came out and kicked my ass as well, before Bombtrack did all this shit to me! With Psychosis, I lost, plain and simple. He didn't have to rub it in. Kise, he took what I said personally, and said alot of real mean things and made this personal. And I followed through on my threat. I lost the match, but he felt like a real loser afterwards. Too bad I looked like the biggest loser that night.
Hank: There ain't no use in crying about it now. Your next match is the most important match of your life! Another C-4 Deathmatch, your first in a very long time...
Nathan: Thanks for the reminder. It's been 5 years since I've had a Death Match. 6 years since its been a C-4 Deathmatch... Oh how I missed the Deathmatch Wheel of Doom from GPW...
Hank: Yeah, Japan was a good time. I never scored so much tang in my entire life...
Nathan: Yeah, I miss Japan. Shit was more simple back then. And I got along with most people...
Hank: You weren't a fall-down drunk back then, either. You're lucky Doc didn't throw your ass out of his party last night. When Spencer arrived and started in...
Nathan: Fuck that little faggot! Him and his smart mouth talking about how he's beaten me in the ring! His huge butt-buddy beat me by count-out! And those two turd burglars beat me in a tag match when I was teamed up with the most worthless wrestler EVER!
Hank: You realize just how young that guy is, right? I don't even think he's technically legal to wrestle...
Nathan: I don't give a FUCK! That little boy is in a MAN'S world. He wants to be treated like a man. Wants to act like a man, well he's about to get hit like a man and beaten like a man!
Hank: You got a point. Still, its bad that you get drunk like that and pick fights...
Nathan just looks at Hank, as Hank adds...
Hank: Dude, we've got to get going. That smell is getting to me, and we're probably going to get banned for life after this whole thing is over.
Nathan: I've done worse to hotels before. I don't think they're going to ban me for throwing up. This is a hotel...
Three hours later...
Nathan: This is BULLSHIT!
Both Hank and Nathan are both inside of the blue 2005 Chevy 16 Passenger van, as Nathan unloads about his permanant nationwide ban from Ramada Inn. Hank responds with...
Hank: I told you they were going to ban you! Why didn't you pay for the damages?
Nathan: I don't have the cash! Most of my money went to building my father's new house, and he said he'd pay me back, but most of his money is tied up in investments. We had to hurry on building his house before the winter weather hit. Why didn't you help me?
Hank: I don't get that kind of money managing you. The most money I got was $10,000 when you won the North American Title back in March. That money has long since been used to bail your ass out of whatever problems you've gotten yourself into.
Nathan: Some fucking manager you are! I'm about to fire your ass if you keep screwing me like this.
Hank: You know what? Do me that fucking favor! I'm sick and tired of being your damn babysitter! You get drunk and spin out of control so damn fast its sickening to see the way you act! So please, do me that favor and fire me! Fire me so I can get the remaining balance on my contract!
Nathan: When you put it that way, you wish you'd get fired that easily. Instead, I think I'll just say you need to get the hell away from me. I don't want to see your old, wrinkly ass again until Fear Itself!
Hank: So how are you going to get to Philadelphia without me? I have the van.
Nathan: I'll figure it out. I'm not completely helpless! Just go the fuck away!
Nathan then unlocks and opens the door as Hank is still driving the van. Nathan unbuckles his seatbelt as Hank comes to a screeching stop on I-95. They were still in Boston, but that didn't deter Nathan's resolve of getting away from his manager. Nathan walks in the direction of traffic on the edge of the Interstate, while the van stays in place. The traffic behind the van honks wildy, and Nathan flips off more than a few motorists, as he walks back into Boston proper...
Several Hours Later...
Nathan is in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart just outside of Boston, and he is staring at the mobile residence of Bombtrack. The scene is much different from his dream. There was no crowd, no cars, no security or anything else that made his dream from earlier that morning so surreal. Nathan is drinking from a flask that he purchased earlier from a liquor store, but he isn't hammered. Rather, he's just trying to keep warm in the chilly Boston night.
Nathan puts the flask away, and walks into Wal-Mart. During his brief trip into the store, he purchases a six-pack of Miller High Life, a package of white t-shirts, three bottles of lighter fluid, two bottles of Quaker State 10W-30 motor oil, charcoal and a grill lighter. As he makes these purchases, the cashier, a skinny nerd-like creature, gives him a hairy eyeball. Nathan ignores this as he makes his purchase in cash. Nathan takes the bagged items and exits the store.
Nathan then walks out to the trailer and goes to the door, yanking on the door handle to reveal that it was unlocked. Nathan thanks his lucky stars that this was the case, as he walks in to see a terrible mess. A charcoal grill sits in the aisleway, which Nathan pulls out of the vehicle, and he opens it to see a bottle of lighter fluid and matches. Nathan then pops open the bottles of beer, taking a few swigs of the amber beverage, but dumping most of them out in favor of mixing the bottles with oil and lighter fluid. He then rips open the package of t-shirts, shredding them and soaking them in lighter fluid before stuffing the shredded t-shirts into the beer bottles. He then strategically places them inside of the trailer. He then makes a trail of lighter fluid to the outside of the trailer, before he turns to the grill. He dumps the charcoal into the grill and sprays more lighter fluid all over the briquettes. He sets the charcoal on fire with the grill lighter, before going back inside to turn the burners on. He was unfortunate that there was no gas. No big boom for Bombtrack, but the job was going to get done regardless. Nathan lights the path, and the lighter fluid goes up quick. The bottles light up near the path, as Nathan nods in approval. He leaves the trailer and shuts the door behind him. Nathan then punches through the glass of the door, as the smoke begins to pour through the entire trailer. Better not snuff out the fire. Let the air go through the trailer...
The flames become more visable, as the sound of popping glass is heard. The job is done, and Nathan walks away with no fanfare. There is no fighting crowd, and no security guards trying to restrain him. It was all a dream after all, but this was no dream. This was the reality, and what a reality that Bombtrack will be returning to, when he realized that Nathan Blaster had set his mobile home on fire...
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