Post by vastrix on Jun 15, 2020 0:39:59 GMT -5
Michael Dundee is heading back to the locker room after being informed of the no contest that his match had become with his opponent getting jumped. He stops by the craft table on his way, rubbing his hands together.
Dundee: Would hate for this food to go to waste. I should take some of this to my bar.
Voice: Excuse me?
Michael frowns and looks to the source of the voice. It’s a medic. A pretty female one at that with red hair.
Dundee: I wasn’t going to steal food. I was just-
Medic: You’re friend is Nathan Parker?
Dundee: Yeah? Is there a problem with him? Did he touch you? Tell me he didn’t touch you. I’ve talked to him about touching people. Especially pretty girls.
The medic rubs the back of her head, blushing brightly. She remembers herself and shakes her head.
Medic: No, sir. He didn’t touch me. He’s laying on the floor in the locker room shower? I was wondering if you could help me wake him up or see if he was dead or something?
Michael frowns.
Dundee: Again? Listen. He’s probably ok. He might just need woke up.
Medic: Probably? Might?
Dundee: Yep. Let’s go.
Michael Dundee starts walking toward the locker room, but notices that the medic hasn’t made a move.
Dundee: You coming?
Medic: Well, you see...he’s kind of naked? I don’t know if I should-
Dundee: Oh pish posh. Nate’s been seen naked before. He won’t mind. Come on.
The medic breathes in deeply and lets it out as a sigh.
Medic: Alright. I’m coming.
The two make their way to the locker room where the shower stalls are. Inside one of the shower stalls is Nathan Parker. He’s laying face first on the floor, a trickle of blood on the floor where he struck his head on the floor. A mostly empty flask lays next to him. And yes, he’s quite naked.
Medic: I didn’t see the blood before. Menace has claimed that he did not do this.
Michael nods his head gruffly and squats down by Nathan’s head. He checks for a pulse and smiles when he finds it. He picks the flask up and sniffs at it.
Dundee: Brown sugar bourbon. I brought him a fifth of it yesterday.
He closes the flask and hands it to the medic. She looks confused.
Medic: Why do I want this?
Dundee: He’s going to want that in a minute. Step back.
The medic blinks and steps back as told. Michael turns on the shower on full cold. As soon as the icy water hits Nathan, he flips over and sits up, coughing and sputtering.
Parker: What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? What the fuck? Mick? What the fuck are you doing, man?
Michael turns off the shower with a laugh, stepping back so that Nathan can see the medic. The medic blushes furiously at seeing Nathan fully naked and sitting up. She holds out the flask that Nathan accepts from a seated position. He looks down at himself and sees that he is naked. He just shrugs as if it wasn’t an out of the ordinary experience for him to be naked in front of people. He opens the flask and takes a long pull from it. He looks down again to see that he’s bled to his chest and feels his face to note that he has a small gash on his forehead. The medic swallows down her discomfort and squats down by Nathan. She moves back his hair to be able to see the cut better. She clucks her tongue.
Medic: Once you get dressed, come see me. That cut needs to have some steri-strips to hold it closed.
Parker: Right. About that….I don’t know where my clothes are. I did come here with clothes didn’t I?
Medic: You came in street clothes, changed into wrestling attire, and then I assume stripped down to take a shower. Your clothes are probably in your locker.
Nathan nods and takes another pull from his flask with a grin.
Parker: Right. Let’s do this getting dressed shit.
Medic: Can you get up?
Parker: I don’t know? Lemme fucking see.
Nathan reaches down to give his penis a few sample twists. The medic stands up, her face bright red.
Medic: NO! I mean. No. I meant can you stand up?
Nathan slowly gets up to his feet, holding the wall with his free hand for support. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit ashamed for playing with himself in front of her, but he does seem to still be drunk off his ass. He takes another drink from his flask, emptying it. He moves to put the flask back into his back pocket, but remembers that he’s naked.
Parker: Hey, Mick. Mick. Fuck you, Mick! I love you, man! Did the next card get put up?
When Nathan staggers, nearly falling back to the floor, Michael catches him and keeps him upright.
Dundee: Yeah. The new card listing has been put out.
Parker: Yeah? Who do I get to kick next?
Dundee: Me.
Parker: Aaaaahhhh fuck.
Nathan Parker had faced Michael Dundee before in the backyard federations that they have both worked in during the two years that they’ve been wrestling. Michael has won every single time. Could be skill. Could be the fact that Nathan is normally drunk as fuck.
Michael helps Nathan to his locker where Nathan sits down at the bench between the rows of lockers.
Dundee: You could win this time. Maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe I’ll have a bad day.
Parker: Well, what the fuck ever. We’ll have a grand ole fucking time.
Dundee: You know it.
The medic stands nearby, looking nervous. She blushes when Nathan looks at her, noting that she was looking at his nudity.
Medic: Umm. I’m going to umm wait in the medical office for you to come get taped up. Alright?
Parker: Alright. See you soon.
Medic: Right.
The girl leaves as quickly as she can, leaving Nathan alone with Michael.
Parker: Should we fight now and set up the match for next week?
Dundee: Dude, you know you naked right?
Nathan frowns in confusion and looks down. He raises both eyebrows.
Parker: I sure the fuck am. Maybe I’ll just get dressed and have that hot first aid chick check me out.
Dundee: I think she was checking you out already.
Nathan opens his locker and starts to slowly dress himself. There are several missteps because, you know, he’s drunk as fuck, but he manages to get dressed.
Parker: Yeah. She can check it out, but I don’t think I’m really fucking ready yet.
Dundee: Nate, it’s been years since she left you. You gotta get under another girl to get over the one that left.
Nathan Parker stands up, fully dressed in his street clothes. He slings his duffle that has his ring gear over his shoulder and laughs.
Parker: Not today, Mick. Not today.
Dundee: Alright. Let’s get you checked out and then head out.
Parker: Fucking a.
Dundee: Would hate for this food to go to waste. I should take some of this to my bar.
Voice: Excuse me?
Michael frowns and looks to the source of the voice. It’s a medic. A pretty female one at that with red hair.
Dundee: I wasn’t going to steal food. I was just-
Medic: You’re friend is Nathan Parker?
Dundee: Yeah? Is there a problem with him? Did he touch you? Tell me he didn’t touch you. I’ve talked to him about touching people. Especially pretty girls.
The medic rubs the back of her head, blushing brightly. She remembers herself and shakes her head.
Medic: No, sir. He didn’t touch me. He’s laying on the floor in the locker room shower? I was wondering if you could help me wake him up or see if he was dead or something?
Michael frowns.
Dundee: Again? Listen. He’s probably ok. He might just need woke up.
Medic: Probably? Might?
Dundee: Yep. Let’s go.
Michael Dundee starts walking toward the locker room, but notices that the medic hasn’t made a move.
Dundee: You coming?
Medic: Well, you see...he’s kind of naked? I don’t know if I should-
Dundee: Oh pish posh. Nate’s been seen naked before. He won’t mind. Come on.
The medic breathes in deeply and lets it out as a sigh.
Medic: Alright. I’m coming.
The two make their way to the locker room where the shower stalls are. Inside one of the shower stalls is Nathan Parker. He’s laying face first on the floor, a trickle of blood on the floor where he struck his head on the floor. A mostly empty flask lays next to him. And yes, he’s quite naked.
Medic: I didn’t see the blood before. Menace has claimed that he did not do this.
Michael nods his head gruffly and squats down by Nathan’s head. He checks for a pulse and smiles when he finds it. He picks the flask up and sniffs at it.
Dundee: Brown sugar bourbon. I brought him a fifth of it yesterday.
He closes the flask and hands it to the medic. She looks confused.
Medic: Why do I want this?
Dundee: He’s going to want that in a minute. Step back.
The medic blinks and steps back as told. Michael turns on the shower on full cold. As soon as the icy water hits Nathan, he flips over and sits up, coughing and sputtering.
Parker: What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? What the fuck? Mick? What the fuck are you doing, man?
Michael turns off the shower with a laugh, stepping back so that Nathan can see the medic. The medic blushes furiously at seeing Nathan fully naked and sitting up. She holds out the flask that Nathan accepts from a seated position. He looks down at himself and sees that he is naked. He just shrugs as if it wasn’t an out of the ordinary experience for him to be naked in front of people. He opens the flask and takes a long pull from it. He looks down again to see that he’s bled to his chest and feels his face to note that he has a small gash on his forehead. The medic swallows down her discomfort and squats down by Nathan. She moves back his hair to be able to see the cut better. She clucks her tongue.
Medic: Once you get dressed, come see me. That cut needs to have some steri-strips to hold it closed.
Parker: Right. About that….I don’t know where my clothes are. I did come here with clothes didn’t I?
Medic: You came in street clothes, changed into wrestling attire, and then I assume stripped down to take a shower. Your clothes are probably in your locker.
Nathan nods and takes another pull from his flask with a grin.
Parker: Right. Let’s do this getting dressed shit.
Medic: Can you get up?
Parker: I don’t know? Lemme fucking see.
Nathan reaches down to give his penis a few sample twists. The medic stands up, her face bright red.
Medic: NO! I mean. No. I meant can you stand up?
Nathan slowly gets up to his feet, holding the wall with his free hand for support. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit ashamed for playing with himself in front of her, but he does seem to still be drunk off his ass. He takes another drink from his flask, emptying it. He moves to put the flask back into his back pocket, but remembers that he’s naked.
Parker: Hey, Mick. Mick. Fuck you, Mick! I love you, man! Did the next card get put up?
When Nathan staggers, nearly falling back to the floor, Michael catches him and keeps him upright.
Dundee: Yeah. The new card listing has been put out.
Parker: Yeah? Who do I get to kick next?
Dundee: Me.
Parker: Aaaaahhhh fuck.
Nathan Parker had faced Michael Dundee before in the backyard federations that they have both worked in during the two years that they’ve been wrestling. Michael has won every single time. Could be skill. Could be the fact that Nathan is normally drunk as fuck.
Michael helps Nathan to his locker where Nathan sits down at the bench between the rows of lockers.
Dundee: You could win this time. Maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe I’ll have a bad day.
Parker: Well, what the fuck ever. We’ll have a grand ole fucking time.
Dundee: You know it.
The medic stands nearby, looking nervous. She blushes when Nathan looks at her, noting that she was looking at his nudity.
Medic: Umm. I’m going to umm wait in the medical office for you to come get taped up. Alright?
Parker: Alright. See you soon.
Medic: Right.
The girl leaves as quickly as she can, leaving Nathan alone with Michael.
Parker: Should we fight now and set up the match for next week?
Dundee: Dude, you know you naked right?
Nathan frowns in confusion and looks down. He raises both eyebrows.
Parker: I sure the fuck am. Maybe I’ll just get dressed and have that hot first aid chick check me out.
Dundee: I think she was checking you out already.
Nathan opens his locker and starts to slowly dress himself. There are several missteps because, you know, he’s drunk as fuck, but he manages to get dressed.
Parker: Yeah. She can check it out, but I don’t think I’m really fucking ready yet.
Dundee: Nate, it’s been years since she left you. You gotta get under another girl to get over the one that left.
Nathan Parker stands up, fully dressed in his street clothes. He slings his duffle that has his ring gear over his shoulder and laughs.
Parker: Not today, Mick. Not today.
Dundee: Alright. Let’s get you checked out and then head out.
Parker: Fucking a.