Post by Nate Harris on Jun 20, 2024 5:10:13 GMT
Nate Harris, holding his phone close, the phone on speaker as Jack was in the shower, pacing back in forth. He was thankful for the money save that was Pax’s girl giving them a place to crash while in Tokyo. He liked having the bank to send money home to the girls.
“How are you guys doing?” Nate asked
“I'm good. My summer classes are tough, it’s bullshit but I’m handling it."
“Just keep working on it.” Nate had dropped out of high school so Zoe and Justine could have a better life, selling everything he could to make sure they got a life better than he could, “How about you, Justine?”
“Summer camp is fun. I’m making friends and I made you a dreamcatcher.”
“That’s great, Justine. You two brushing your teeth and shit?”
“God, I’m not a child. But yes, we are.”
“Good.”
“How’s Japan?”
“Ain’t seen much of it outside of the gym and the house if I’m honest. Got a chance at a title. Need that bread.”
“But don’t forget to take care of yourself too.” Justine sounded almost stern. “You're like a superhero, but even superheroes need a break.”
“I promise I’m trying to balance things. Just keep doing your best, and I’ll handle the rest. Trust.”
“We will, Nate. And one day, we’ll be able to help you too. You won't have to carry all the weight alone.”
“We're a team, right? Supporting each other through everything!” Justine cheered.
“We sure are. I'm proud of both of you. And remember, if you need anything, just call me, okay?”
“Okay, Nate. Love you.”
“Love you, Nate. Say hi to Pax and Jack!”
“Love you both. I’ll tell em hi for ya.”
Nate ends the call. Despite the challenges, the thought of providing a better future for Zoe and Justine keeps him motivated and resilient.
“How are you guys doing?” Nate asked
“I'm good. My summer classes are tough, it’s bullshit but I’m handling it."
“Just keep working on it.” Nate had dropped out of high school so Zoe and Justine could have a better life, selling everything he could to make sure they got a life better than he could, “How about you, Justine?”
“Summer camp is fun. I’m making friends and I made you a dreamcatcher.”
“That’s great, Justine. You two brushing your teeth and shit?”
“God, I’m not a child. But yes, we are.”
“Good.”
“How’s Japan?”
“Ain’t seen much of it outside of the gym and the house if I’m honest. Got a chance at a title. Need that bread.”
“But don’t forget to take care of yourself too.” Justine sounded almost stern. “You're like a superhero, but even superheroes need a break.”
“I promise I’m trying to balance things. Just keep doing your best, and I’ll handle the rest. Trust.”
“We will, Nate. And one day, we’ll be able to help you too. You won't have to carry all the weight alone.”
“We're a team, right? Supporting each other through everything!” Justine cheered.
“We sure are. I'm proud of both of you. And remember, if you need anything, just call me, okay?”
“Okay, Nate. Love you.”
“Love you, Nate. Say hi to Pax and Jack!”
“Love you both. I’ll tell em hi for ya.”
Nate ends the call. Despite the challenges, the thought of providing a better future for Zoe and Justine keeps him motivated and resilient.
Hey IWF, it’s your boy.
You see this shit? I mean, for real, you SEE THIS?
IWF GLADIATORS CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP?!
Shit, you know I want this win. I mean I liked the Television Championship name better. But I ain’t gonna deadname it. Management made it’s call so whatcha gonna do?
Shit, you know I want this win. I mean I liked the Television Championship name better. But I ain’t gonna deadname it. Management made it’s call so whatcha gonna do?
I want this victory. I want this victory because what it means. It isn’t just another tally on the bedpost. I want this victory because it proved to every kid who doesn’t look pale that they can make it if they try. They know that working our ass off means something. I got two sisters at home, I told em that they gonna hear my name called out and ya gonna need to put me in the goddamned ground before I disappoint those girls.
Trust.
I’m not gonna lie about my chances here.
Getting slapped into this match against Five other motherfuckers? The odds aren’t with ya boy, let’s be real. Five ain’t my lucky number.
I have had Five shots at the tag team title and lost all five. FIVE. And I pride myself on being a tag team wrestler. I won a tag team World Cup but ain’t ever gotten a belt from it. I could be a little bitch and blame it on Nick not having his heart in the game anymore by the time the title came around, but that’s not who I am. I didn’t secure the bag. That’s entirely on me.
Only solo title I ever got a chance at was the extreme championship back when Angel Blake was holdin it, and I had to call his spooky ass out on an open challenge night. And I fought my ass off for that belt but I didn’t win that either.
I been demanding attention. I get my pop from the dedicated fan base but ain’t nobody expecting me to win here are they? Fuck em. This is about me proving to every motherfucker who feel the need to slyly shoot their sneak diss in my direction. Say my name direct like a fucking man.
Let’s start with Gilmore Jr. Shit, let’s not pretend RAM aint just Gilmore with a fresh coat of paint and a few more anger issues. You just as racist and just as fucking MAGA as the man you claim to hate. I can even call your shot. You gonna come at me about being a member of a faction called Team Diversity Hire. Was the name Nick’s idea to piss off the motherfuckers like Gilomore and Spike Kane? Sure as shit was but it’s mine now and I’m gonna rep it and my boys. I think you’re a little whiny pissbaby that spent too much time watching youtube videos about angry white boys talking to you about how the world is ruined. You feel powerless and you like to blame everyone different from you for the reason you can’t get your shit together. You don’t have an original idea in your head. You like old-school video games because diversity and women having something besides love interest aspects makes you clutch your pearls. You likely ironically said Go Woke or Go Broke. But politics and dog whistles aside I don’t like you Ram. You retired a half-blind moran and think people should respect ya. Nah. Prove yourself outside of one match or go down as every other one note motherfucker. Grow the fuck up.
But go off, I guess.
And I’m gonna be honest with ya’ll. I forgot that TJ Aleander still works here. Ain’t you been silent for a hot minute? You came in talking all that hot shit. You wanted that smoke more than anybody and you got your ass handed to ya. Then you got real quiet. You gonna be sir not filming another promo? Bet ya are. Bet you one of those motherfuckers that thought they could flex on the company because someone told you it was easy and hit that glass ceiling and crawled home to mama, huh? Don’t matter. I’ll put your ass on the first flight home myself.
Danger? Shit. It’d almost be tragic if it wasn’t so fucking sad you being in this match. You ain’t nothing. You keep throwing yourself at those above your punch bracket and falling short. That’s all anyone sees you as good for. You call your shots on twitter. You chase after whatever Tara’s kid is calling himself this week. They see you as. Either embrace it and find something to break out of the crowd or sit your ass down. Ya basic. Ya boring. Every promo from ya the exact same. The underdog shit didn’t work for nobody. It never do. Get some heat under your ass and make it propel you. Or get used to being a pissbreak match.
Now I ain’t got nothing against Mark Wright. Clearly management see that respectable new guy energy on you. They love to give a new guy that shine. You in a chance for the title real early. That shit ain’t been done in a hot minute who wasn’t coming in hot from some recommendation from management trying to get eyes on the product in a hot minute. I’m not gonna hate on a motherfucker. You want to grab that gold early in your time in here because That’s that good shit. You want the win as much as I do. You one of the fuckers in this match I’m not gonna be mad about you winning. You aren’t gonna win. But I respect ya.
I want to win this. I’m hungry for this victory. I’m hungry like having three bucks in your bank account and you just got paid. I’m hungry like knowing you got to make one pot of pasta last the week. I’m hungry like every kid from the Rez hungry. This is my goddamn shot to make an imprint on this company. This is my moment.
Yeah, you heard me.
Well howdy there pardner.