Post by Nathan Michaels on Jul 16, 2013 16:57:34 GMT -5
Time 11:22pm
*Within the Viral house former World Champion, Best in the World, Sole Survivor, 'Big Red' Nathan Michaels sat alone within his room. It was a disgusting mess, as they say from where he's from 'looked like a pigs pen'. Beer bottles were piled seven feet high, pizza boxes, macdonalds bags, chinese containers were scattered throughout the room. The only light within the room though was coming from the flat screen tv hanging on the wall. Sitting across from it was Nate who seemed to be on second case of beer, maybe third. He was watching old videos of himself in his prime. When he was a triple champion in new york, a tag and world champion in toronto, and everything in between. *
"Come on, HIT HIM WITH THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!"
*Nate yelled at the TV as he watched an old match and smiled as that choke was locked in and the match was awarded to Nate. He hit the forward button on his remote and it skipped ahead to a tag match in 2007 when he was teamed with Cinder as the 'Avalanches'.*
"Yea Mike you show him why we were tag champs for 6 months!"
*Nate laughed as he cracked open another beer, but what he didn't expect to see was in the next match he skipped to, when he blew out the quad in his left leg. His cheery mode vanished and he started to drink, and heavily. It showed him rehabing, the pain he endured, and what it cost him...
He lowered his head, rubbing his hands through his greasy long hair before using it to hold his head. He took a deep breath and stood from his rocking chair and yelled.*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU BASTARD! YOU DID THIS! YOU RUINED ME, YOU COST ME EVERYTHING!!!!!!"
*He then through the bottle at the tv, which was showing a younger Nate being interviewed. It shattered the TV before littering the ground with class. He breathed heavily as he collasped back into his rocking chair.
Nate just sat there rocking back and forth as the crikets chirped outside his open window. He reached for his phone and after knocking more bottles from a coffee table grabbed hold of it. He started scrolling through recent numbers.
Raiyven, Matthias, Mike Xavier, Nat (nate's sister), Jonny, and several others. He dails a long distance one however...and it started to ring.*
*ring ring, ring ring*
"Come on...pick up..."
*ring ring, ring ring*
"Please..."
*after 56 seconds of ringing, the person Nate called answered*
"Hey...yea...I know what time it is there...I'm sorry...I need your help Elizabeth..."
*Within the Viral house former World Champion, Best in the World, Sole Survivor, 'Big Red' Nathan Michaels sat alone within his room. It was a disgusting mess, as they say from where he's from 'looked like a pigs pen'. Beer bottles were piled seven feet high, pizza boxes, macdonalds bags, chinese containers were scattered throughout the room. The only light within the room though was coming from the flat screen tv hanging on the wall. Sitting across from it was Nate who seemed to be on second case of beer, maybe third. He was watching old videos of himself in his prime. When he was a triple champion in new york, a tag and world champion in toronto, and everything in between. *
"Come on, HIT HIM WITH THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!"
*Nate yelled at the TV as he watched an old match and smiled as that choke was locked in and the match was awarded to Nate. He hit the forward button on his remote and it skipped ahead to a tag match in 2007 when he was teamed with Cinder as the 'Avalanches'.*
"Yea Mike you show him why we were tag champs for 6 months!"
*Nate laughed as he cracked open another beer, but what he didn't expect to see was in the next match he skipped to, when he blew out the quad in his left leg. His cheery mode vanished and he started to drink, and heavily. It showed him rehabing, the pain he endured, and what it cost him...
He lowered his head, rubbing his hands through his greasy long hair before using it to hold his head. He took a deep breath and stood from his rocking chair and yelled.*
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU BASTARD! YOU DID THIS! YOU RUINED ME, YOU COST ME EVERYTHING!!!!!!"
*He then through the bottle at the tv, which was showing a younger Nate being interviewed. It shattered the TV before littering the ground with class. He breathed heavily as he collasped back into his rocking chair.
Nate just sat there rocking back and forth as the crikets chirped outside his open window. He reached for his phone and after knocking more bottles from a coffee table grabbed hold of it. He started scrolling through recent numbers.
Raiyven, Matthias, Mike Xavier, Nat (nate's sister), Jonny, and several others. He dails a long distance one however...and it started to ring.*
*ring ring, ring ring*
"Come on...pick up..."
*ring ring, ring ring*
"Please..."
*after 56 seconds of ringing, the person Nate called answered*
"Hey...yea...I know what time it is there...I'm sorry...I need your help Elizabeth..."