Post by Nate Harris on Apr 20, 2024 17:11:34 GMT
“What up IWF, It’s Nate Harris. You ready for this shit? You hyped up? You got your tickets? You subscribed to the network? You called into work tomorrow because ya gonna need some time to recover. We’re gonna blow yer damn minds.
Trust.
I'm fighting Cyrus Daniels. And yeah there's gonna be some big old bets against me because we got a fucking freak of nature against me. But fuck it. I got this in the damn bag.
Let's talk about Big Real Man, Alpha man Cyrus. What's an alpha?
Like an alpha of a program or videogame, highly unstable and should not be available to the public, missing important features. All Alpha male means is you're going to be a giant asshole. Probably also hugely misogynistic and homophobic. Oh, you got that nailed down to a fuckin science. Drop those slurs like you don' know yer girl is pansexual. Big facts don't care about your feelings vibe.
Cyrus. Andrew Tate looking ass. All big alpha male bullshit. We all know that shit was fake science. Alpha Males are a debunked concept some dude developed while studying wolves in captivity and then retracted years later when he realized his findings were wrong, and that was later extrapolated to humans by fucking idiots despite the fact that our social structures and behavior is not similar to wolves or dogs. It's the equivalent of some dude saying he's the Queen Bee and actually meaning it. You an aggressive walking red flag.
Nah, you're a big insecure baby. That's what being an alpha male is.
Your so fucking scared of being seeing as the big ol hole punching man child. Sooner or later yer girl is gonna see what a fucking disgrace you are a jump on the next dick she can find, like she always do.
So come on, big man. Let's fucking go. You like jumping little guys because it makes you feel big. Let's see how this goes when you got to actually work for it.
I'm gonna humble your ass.
Trust.
Trust.
I'm fighting Cyrus Daniels. And yeah there's gonna be some big old bets against me because we got a fucking freak of nature against me. But fuck it. I got this in the damn bag.
Let's talk about Big Real Man, Alpha man Cyrus. What's an alpha?
Like an alpha of a program or videogame, highly unstable and should not be available to the public, missing important features. All Alpha male means is you're going to be a giant asshole. Probably also hugely misogynistic and homophobic. Oh, you got that nailed down to a fuckin science. Drop those slurs like you don' know yer girl is pansexual. Big facts don't care about your feelings vibe.
Cyrus. Andrew Tate looking ass. All big alpha male bullshit. We all know that shit was fake science. Alpha Males are a debunked concept some dude developed while studying wolves in captivity and then retracted years later when he realized his findings were wrong, and that was later extrapolated to humans by fucking idiots despite the fact that our social structures and behavior is not similar to wolves or dogs. It's the equivalent of some dude saying he's the Queen Bee and actually meaning it. You an aggressive walking red flag.
Nah, you're a big insecure baby. That's what being an alpha male is.
Your so fucking scared of being seeing as the big ol hole punching man child. Sooner or later yer girl is gonna see what a fucking disgrace you are a jump on the next dick she can find, like she always do.
So come on, big man. Let's fucking go. You like jumping little guys because it makes you feel big. Let's see how this goes when you got to actually work for it.
I'm gonna humble your ass.
Trust.
Nate was sitting next to Jack's hospital bed in medical, posting on social media. Anything to hype of TDH and make sure the right people had their eyes on the prize. Pax had called Cyrus and Tytus out but Nate had been in the company long enough to know how these things play out.
"Dean Harper?" Jack asked looking over at Nate, "Seriously?"
"What? Yu telling me you wouldn't hit it and quit it if you had the chance?"
Jack flushed but looked back at the ceiling, "We're in group therapy together. But that isn't what I fucking mean."
"What?"
"I... listen, I'm not saying I have any right to police who you flirt with but come on."
"Who trained Warren Kane to fight Dean that last match, huh?"
"...Cyrus?"
"Exactly. And who jumped your ass?"
"Cyrus and Tytus."
"Exactly. Now, who do you think little demon slayer gonna send to my fucking front door for publicly thirsting after his on and off again man?"
"...You want Cyrus to come beat your ass?"
"The lack of faith in me is hurtful, Jackie."
"So it's a play?"
"Course it is. I'd break Dean. Besides, I got a soft spot for something a little closer to home." Nate leaned forward and touched his forehead to Jack's. It was gentle, intimate but not pressing anything further then what Jack was comfortable with. Jack had had a bad experience with a hookup before and Nate wasn't gonna push anything further then they were sure on.
"Okay. I'll admit it made me feel some shit."
"Enough to tell Pax?"
"I...listen...."
"No worries, baby. We keep it casual. Just know I'm not gonna just fck the first fuckboy that happens to have a six pack."
"Thank you."
"At least not without you." Nate teased.
Jack went red, "fuck you. Shut up."
"What's he call ya? Little mouse?"
"I will throw myself out a window. I shoulda never told ya that."
Nate laughed sitting back down in his chair as Pax walked into the room, "Yo! You're awake."
Nate sat back and watched Jack and Pax talk, looking at his phone. He knew Warren well enough to know the fucker had seen his tweet. He knew he was gonna get his shot at that fucker who hurt his boy. And motherfucker was gonna choke on his fucking teeth.
Well howdy there pardner.