Post by Nate Harris on Apr 6, 2024 17:55:43 GMT
Nate had the whole kitchen prepped. His two little sisters were sitting at the main table where he had some of the things for lunch piled high as he finished the last step. Justine was reading a book about cat warriors kicking her feet as she waited for Nate to be done. Zoe was chatting on her phone.
“You’re taking a piss. Fish? Again?”
“Shut up.” Nate shook his head.
"You always be making fish. I'm feeling like a fucking bear."
“If you under my roof? You’re gonna have fish. You got not fish money?” Nate asked, hand on his hip looking over at Zoe who groaned. “Then eatin’ the damn fish.”
“Facts.” Justine smiled a big toothy grin.
“See? Someone appreciates what I do for em.” Nate shook his head, “Besides, the boys need a fish fry and we doin’ the fish fry.”
“Someone mention Fish fry?” Pax asked as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment with Jack following behind him.
“Nobody fucking knocks anymore,” Zoe grumbled.
“Ignore her, she’s just in a mood.” Nate walked from the stove to fist bump and hug Pax and Jack. “You ready for some fucking eats. I got it all. Fry bread. Fish fry. Some taco spread. Some corn. We eat like fuckin’ kings.”
“Say fucking less.” Jack sat down at the table eagerly, the fact the boy had been homeless always made him excitable about food.
“You sure about all the food man? You got a match this week.” Pax stood by the stove while Nate was working on getting the fish just right.
“I know what I’m doing. It’s not like I haven’t been keeping in ring shape the whole time. Just celebrating.”
“I just worry, man. It’s been a while.”
“Cousin, I got this. Listen, I appreciate the concern. I do. But I got this.”
“Alight. Just making sure.” Pax hit him lightly on the shoulder, “That shit smells good though.”
“Course it does.” Nate laughed, “So when you gonna introduce your new girl to us?”
“Pax got a girlfriend?” Justine asked.
Pax blushed, "Hang on-"
“Is it Charlotte?” Zoe asked.
“Whoa, really?” Jack looked over, “How’d you swing that?”
“See what you did.” Pax gestured to the table where the three were all posed looking for gossip.
“I’m a helper.”
“What up IWF, It’s Nate Harris. You ready for this shit? You hyped up? You got your tickets? Did you subscribe to the network? You called into work tomorrow because ya gonna need some time to recover. I’m gonna blow yer damn minds. Trust.”
Nate grins.
“But you might be needin’ that reminder about who the fuck I am. No worries. I got you. That’s okay, no accounting for taste, but I have no problem introducing you to me. My name is Nate Harris. I got that Rez accent and ya’ll are just gonna have to deal wit that. None of that pearl clutching. I talk how I talk and I don’t fucking give a shit if it makes you uncomfortable. I won multiple tag-team matches. I started, starred, and recruited for TDH. That’s the fucking team that Sanguis Immortalis better be watching their ass out for. Trust.”
Nate mimes throwing a basketball.
“Alright, let’s put the fucking cards on the table, shall we? It been a hot minute since I been in the ring. I aint’s gonna lie ta ya and claim it’s been all preparing for the moment. I got personal shit I got ta handle. You know how it be. Got two little sisters I got to make sure they get that education. Nick in rehab for that fucked up knee that put him out of the ring for the time being. Rehabbing Jack from his cult time. You know how it be? Bitch be busy as fuck.”
Nate shrugs.
“But your boy is back. I know you missed me. Oh yeah, you know you missed seeing this sweet mug.”
Nate traced fingers under his chin.
“Now I am here to remind ya’ll that I am one of the real ones. I am here to hype up my boys. You seen Pax Stormcrow? You see how he bent that timetable over the fucking desk and BROUGHT the fucking fire. You see him? I mean you SEE him? Former world champion. Former World Television Champion. That is my boy. I ride or die for that motherfucker.”
Nate pounds his chest with a closed fist.
“Jack Ferriman? I ain’t gonna play and say he didn’t have a rough fucking go. He did some tag matches in the mixed-tag division. He struggled on his own. He got dragged into the Church of Crosse. But let’s be real and let’s be honest. Lots of lost people come to church to find a light at the fucking end of the tunnel. But he’s clean now. He’s my boy. Affectionately.”
Nate laughs.
“But enough about me and the boys. I’m fighting Mr Happy. You’re one of those boys who been hanging around in the company a good long while. They can’t get rid of ya. But no hate. You at least show up. I’m gonna beat your ass like you owe me money. Trust. Look forward to it. But don’t worry I’m not an asshole. You’ll walk out to Juggalo another day.”
“You’re taking a piss. Fish? Again?”
“Shut up.” Nate shook his head.
"You always be making fish. I'm feeling like a fucking bear."
“If you under my roof? You’re gonna have fish. You got not fish money?” Nate asked, hand on his hip looking over at Zoe who groaned. “Then eatin’ the damn fish.”
“Facts.” Justine smiled a big toothy grin.
“See? Someone appreciates what I do for em.” Nate shook his head, “Besides, the boys need a fish fry and we doin’ the fish fry.”
“Someone mention Fish fry?” Pax asked as he walked into the kitchen of the apartment with Jack following behind him.
“Nobody fucking knocks anymore,” Zoe grumbled.
“Ignore her, she’s just in a mood.” Nate walked from the stove to fist bump and hug Pax and Jack. “You ready for some fucking eats. I got it all. Fry bread. Fish fry. Some taco spread. Some corn. We eat like fuckin’ kings.”
“Say fucking less.” Jack sat down at the table eagerly, the fact the boy had been homeless always made him excitable about food.
“You sure about all the food man? You got a match this week.” Pax stood by the stove while Nate was working on getting the fish just right.
“I know what I’m doing. It’s not like I haven’t been keeping in ring shape the whole time. Just celebrating.”
“I just worry, man. It’s been a while.”
“Cousin, I got this. Listen, I appreciate the concern. I do. But I got this.”
“Alight. Just making sure.” Pax hit him lightly on the shoulder, “That shit smells good though.”
“Course it does.” Nate laughed, “So when you gonna introduce your new girl to us?”
“Pax got a girlfriend?” Justine asked.
Pax blushed, "Hang on-"
“Is it Charlotte?” Zoe asked.
“Whoa, really?” Jack looked over, “How’d you swing that?”
“See what you did.” Pax gestured to the table where the three were all posed looking for gossip.
“I’m a helper.”
“What up IWF, It’s Nate Harris. You ready for this shit? You hyped up? You got your tickets? Did you subscribe to the network? You called into work tomorrow because ya gonna need some time to recover. I’m gonna blow yer damn minds. Trust.”
Nate grins.
“But you might be needin’ that reminder about who the fuck I am. No worries. I got you. That’s okay, no accounting for taste, but I have no problem introducing you to me. My name is Nate Harris. I got that Rez accent and ya’ll are just gonna have to deal wit that. None of that pearl clutching. I talk how I talk and I don’t fucking give a shit if it makes you uncomfortable. I won multiple tag-team matches. I started, starred, and recruited for TDH. That’s the fucking team that Sanguis Immortalis better be watching their ass out for. Trust.”
Nate mimes throwing a basketball.
“Alright, let’s put the fucking cards on the table, shall we? It been a hot minute since I been in the ring. I aint’s gonna lie ta ya and claim it’s been all preparing for the moment. I got personal shit I got ta handle. You know how it be. Got two little sisters I got to make sure they get that education. Nick in rehab for that fucked up knee that put him out of the ring for the time being. Rehabbing Jack from his cult time. You know how it be? Bitch be busy as fuck.”
Nate shrugs.
“But your boy is back. I know you missed me. Oh yeah, you know you missed seeing this sweet mug.”
Nate traced fingers under his chin.
“Now I am here to remind ya’ll that I am one of the real ones. I am here to hype up my boys. You seen Pax Stormcrow? You see how he bent that timetable over the fucking desk and BROUGHT the fucking fire. You see him? I mean you SEE him? Former world champion. Former World Television Champion. That is my boy. I ride or die for that motherfucker.”
Nate pounds his chest with a closed fist.
“Jack Ferriman? I ain’t gonna play and say he didn’t have a rough fucking go. He did some tag matches in the mixed-tag division. He struggled on his own. He got dragged into the Church of Crosse. But let’s be real and let’s be honest. Lots of lost people come to church to find a light at the fucking end of the tunnel. But he’s clean now. He’s my boy. Affectionately.”
Nate laughs.
“But enough about me and the boys. I’m fighting Mr Happy. You’re one of those boys who been hanging around in the company a good long while. They can’t get rid of ya. But no hate. You at least show up. I’m gonna beat your ass like you owe me money. Trust. Look forward to it. But don’t worry I’m not an asshole. You’ll walk out to Juggalo another day.”
Well howdy there pardner.