Post by Nate Harris on Mar 7, 2019 2:00:48 GMT
“I thought we were going to dinner?” Riley drummed his fingers on the table.
“We are.” Nate rubbed his eye. “Just got to finish editing this video and I can submit it.”
“It’s been an hour.” Riley said dryly.
“Don’t be a melodramatic queen about this.” Nate glanced at his boyfriend.
“Why isn’t Nick doing this?”
“You ever seen that punk ass edit something? It’s choppy as fuck.” Nate rolled his eyes. “Just had to add the new piece Nick and Pax did in Hawaii and I’ll be done, promise.”
“Can’t you do this later? I’m hungry. We have a reservation!”
“In an hour.” Nate stated plainly. “We got time. Clam your tits.”
“You need a shower. You need to get dressed still.”
“You know this would be quicker if you didn’t constantly interrupt me, right?” Nate pressed the save button.
“This is a pretty important dinner, Nate. Humor me by pretending to give a fuck.”
“I give all kinds of fuck, Riley. Tons. Did I or did I not let you talk me into buy that suit. I’m gonna look like a goddamn fool.”
“You’re gonna look hot.” Riley crossed his arms.
“Remind me again why we are going to this dinner?”
“Excuse me?”
“Did your parents not kick you out when you came out? Why the fuck are we bending over backwards to get their approval?”
“I know you don’t understand this, but for some of us parental approval matters. I want them to see you. See us. See how perfectly normal this is.”
“you DJ at a gay strip club and I wrestle in booty shorts for a living. Not much normal there.”
“Look, I want them to see us as normal, okay? Can you just fucking try?”
“I am trying.” Nate clicked submit on the file, watching the bar move slowly. “I just don’t get why we are trying to impress them. We love each other. We’ve lasted pretty long. We got this long distance thing on lockdown. I just don’t see how they are going to suddenly make our relationship better?”
“My daddy’s a pastor, Nate. I need this, okay? Can you accept that.”
“I accept it. I just don’t get it.”
“If you were not so pretty I would throw you out that window I swear to god.”
“That’d be a sin.” Nate winked.
“Keep pushing me and see what happens.” Riley gave him a stern glare.
“Alright, I’ll go shower. You watch the upload, let me know if we get a problem, okay?” Nate got up from the chair and kissed Riley’s head.
“yo!” the door banged open as Nick came walking in.
“Of fucking course…” Riley muttered.
“Hey, Nick.” Nate greeted.
“Hey Nate. You see it yet?”
“See what?”
“The fucking roulette order posted.” Nick walked over with his phone in his hand.
“No. No. You shower!” Riley stood up pushing Nate towards his bathroom.
“Come on, it’ll only take a second to—”
“We are on a time table. You can look at it after you get ready.” Riley pointed.
“Chill.” Nick put his phone back in his pocket. “No need to go off about it.”
“Not a word from you. Shower Nathaniel.”
“Oh the full name. That’s what mood you’re in?”
“What’s with the riot act, man?”
“Meeting Riley’s parents.” Nate shrugged before walking off to the bathroom. “Seriously. Watch that buffering screen. I need that shit to go up before we leave. We’re on a time table.”
“Keep delaying and I will throw the laptop out the GODDAMN WINDOW!”
“so bossy.” Nate shook his head shutting the door to the bathroom.
“Hey IWF. It’s your boy.”
“That time again. You remember the roulette last year? Remember the impact me and my Boy Nick made on this company. It only went up from there. Last year we eliminated people. Last year we might not have won but we got the attention of the motherfucking crowd with our work.”
“Everyone and their brother had some shit to say about how we weren’t shit last year. This year, ten to one odds say the exact same shit. Me and my boy beat everyone of the tag teams they put in front of us. So now, now we are on opposite ends of the roulette.”
“You think that stressing me? Nah. I’m gonna go from number 2 all the way to my boy at 27 and Pax at number 30. Team Diversity Hire gonna knock your goddamn socks off. You ready for this?”
“Because the end of the day. One of the three of us are walking out the winner. Hell, Pax may be a champ by then. It’s our fucking time.”
“Trust.”
“There isn’t a single person on this rooster I’m scared of. Beyond my boys there isn’t one of ya’ll I wouldn’t toss on your ass. Pax and Nick, if it comes to the three of us? We’ll work something out. Best man wins and all that good shit.”
But you want to know something? I cannot wait for this party to start. You know I’m going to go all the way. It’s about time that backstabbing Xavier Cross got what’s coming to him. This company need some new shit.”
“And who better to bring it to them then me? Hell, I think World Champ Nate Harris sounds pretty fucking epic. Like, imagine the changes that would fucking be. Instead of one of the Age of Gods, Pack or bland white boys we got some interesting shit happening in this company? Get some Diversity up in this title scene?
Fuck.
I’m ready to fight everyone and anyone to make this dream come true. I deserve it. We all deserve it. So just move aside while Nate Harris brings some fucking gold home. Let me headline Night of the Immortals. That shit will be tight as hell. You know I’m the champ this company deserves. You all know it.”
“It’s gonna happen. Trust. This is Team Diversity Hire’s fuckin year!”
“See you in the fucking ring.”
“We are.” Nate rubbed his eye. “Just got to finish editing this video and I can submit it.”
“It’s been an hour.” Riley said dryly.
“Don’t be a melodramatic queen about this.” Nate glanced at his boyfriend.
“Why isn’t Nick doing this?”
“You ever seen that punk ass edit something? It’s choppy as fuck.” Nate rolled his eyes. “Just had to add the new piece Nick and Pax did in Hawaii and I’ll be done, promise.”
“Can’t you do this later? I’m hungry. We have a reservation!”
“In an hour.” Nate stated plainly. “We got time. Clam your tits.”
“You need a shower. You need to get dressed still.”
“You know this would be quicker if you didn’t constantly interrupt me, right?” Nate pressed the save button.
“This is a pretty important dinner, Nate. Humor me by pretending to give a fuck.”
“I give all kinds of fuck, Riley. Tons. Did I or did I not let you talk me into buy that suit. I’m gonna look like a goddamn fool.”
“You’re gonna look hot.” Riley crossed his arms.
“Remind me again why we are going to this dinner?”
“Excuse me?”
“Did your parents not kick you out when you came out? Why the fuck are we bending over backwards to get their approval?”
“I know you don’t understand this, but for some of us parental approval matters. I want them to see you. See us. See how perfectly normal this is.”
“you DJ at a gay strip club and I wrestle in booty shorts for a living. Not much normal there.”
“Look, I want them to see us as normal, okay? Can you just fucking try?”
“I am trying.” Nate clicked submit on the file, watching the bar move slowly. “I just don’t get why we are trying to impress them. We love each other. We’ve lasted pretty long. We got this long distance thing on lockdown. I just don’t see how they are going to suddenly make our relationship better?”
“My daddy’s a pastor, Nate. I need this, okay? Can you accept that.”
“I accept it. I just don’t get it.”
“If you were not so pretty I would throw you out that window I swear to god.”
“That’d be a sin.” Nate winked.
“Keep pushing me and see what happens.” Riley gave him a stern glare.
“Alright, I’ll go shower. You watch the upload, let me know if we get a problem, okay?” Nate got up from the chair and kissed Riley’s head.
“yo!” the door banged open as Nick came walking in.
“Of fucking course…” Riley muttered.
“Hey, Nick.” Nate greeted.
“Hey Nate. You see it yet?”
“See what?”
“The fucking roulette order posted.” Nick walked over with his phone in his hand.
“No. No. You shower!” Riley stood up pushing Nate towards his bathroom.
“Come on, it’ll only take a second to—”
“We are on a time table. You can look at it after you get ready.” Riley pointed.
“Chill.” Nick put his phone back in his pocket. “No need to go off about it.”
“Not a word from you. Shower Nathaniel.”
“Oh the full name. That’s what mood you’re in?”
“What’s with the riot act, man?”
“Meeting Riley’s parents.” Nate shrugged before walking off to the bathroom. “Seriously. Watch that buffering screen. I need that shit to go up before we leave. We’re on a time table.”
“Keep delaying and I will throw the laptop out the GODDAMN WINDOW!”
“so bossy.” Nate shook his head shutting the door to the bathroom.
“Hey IWF. It’s your boy.”
“That time again. You remember the roulette last year? Remember the impact me and my Boy Nick made on this company. It only went up from there. Last year we eliminated people. Last year we might not have won but we got the attention of the motherfucking crowd with our work.”
“Everyone and their brother had some shit to say about how we weren’t shit last year. This year, ten to one odds say the exact same shit. Me and my boy beat everyone of the tag teams they put in front of us. So now, now we are on opposite ends of the roulette.”
“You think that stressing me? Nah. I’m gonna go from number 2 all the way to my boy at 27 and Pax at number 30. Team Diversity Hire gonna knock your goddamn socks off. You ready for this?”
“Because the end of the day. One of the three of us are walking out the winner. Hell, Pax may be a champ by then. It’s our fucking time.”
“Trust.”
“There isn’t a single person on this rooster I’m scared of. Beyond my boys there isn’t one of ya’ll I wouldn’t toss on your ass. Pax and Nick, if it comes to the three of us? We’ll work something out. Best man wins and all that good shit.”
But you want to know something? I cannot wait for this party to start. You know I’m going to go all the way. It’s about time that backstabbing Xavier Cross got what’s coming to him. This company need some new shit.”
“And who better to bring it to them then me? Hell, I think World Champ Nate Harris sounds pretty fucking epic. Like, imagine the changes that would fucking be. Instead of one of the Age of Gods, Pack or bland white boys we got some interesting shit happening in this company? Get some Diversity up in this title scene?
Fuck.
I’m ready to fight everyone and anyone to make this dream come true. I deserve it. We all deserve it. So just move aside while Nate Harris brings some fucking gold home. Let me headline Night of the Immortals. That shit will be tight as hell. You know I’m the champ this company deserves. You all know it.”
“It’s gonna happen. Trust. This is Team Diversity Hire’s fuckin year!”
“See you in the fucking ring.”
Well howdy there pardner.