Post by vastrix on Aug 21, 2020 23:38:41 GMT -5
Nathan Parker is laying outside of his trailer. He's laying face first with his pants around his ankles. It would seem that he went to take a piss outside and passed out.
Alexander Rankin rankles his nose as he looks at the mess in Nathan's yard. Empty booze bottles all around. Why the people at Rebel Rock Wrestling want this guy for their tournament is beyond him, but it is his job to do the recruiting. He nudges Nathan's shoulder with a foot.
Rankin: Hey, buddy. You alive?
Nothing. Not a lick of a response. Alexander looks down at the man in disgust. He's not even really certain that the man is alive. He doesn't seem to be breathing. Alexander gets his cell phone out and scrolls through his contacts until he finds the one that he's looking for. He kicks Nathan in the ribcage before he actually dials the phone. Just in case it wakes Nathan up. No. He dials the phone.
Rankin: I'm afraid that this Nathan Parker is a dead end. I think he's dead. CPR? I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, he probably has a signed DNR someplace...Fine. I'll try it. Hold on.
Alexander rolls over Nathan with a foot and sets the phone by his head on speaker phone.
Rankin: The things I do just to recruit someone.
Boss: Just do the CPR and then recruit him.
Rankin: I'm on it.
Alexander starts giving CPR, performing chest compressions, and then mouth-to-mouth. Unbeknownst to Alexander, Nathan starts to get an erection from the mouth-to-mouth. A sign that he is most definitely alive.
When Alexander stops doing the mouth-to-mouth, he kneels up. Nathan smiles with his eyes closed.
Parker: Oh, baby. Do me like that again.
Rankin: What?
Nathan snaps his eyes open and sees Alexander Rankin hovering above him. His eyes go wide in realization that he was NOT being kissed passionately by a girl. He looks down at himself, which draws Alexander's attention. Alexander inhales sharply at the sight of the erection.
Rankin: Oh my god!
Parker: It isn't what you think! I mean, it is, but I thought you were a girl. Shit, man! Why you kissing me?
Alexander Rankin stands up, obviously looking away as Nathan arches his back so that he can pull his pants and then get to his feet.
Rankin: I thought you were dead so I was performing CPR!
Nathan walks over to his porch, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and briefly shaking it before taking a nice long pull from it.
Parker: The last thing I remember, I was going to take a piss and then you kissing me. Do you...do you want to do it again?
Alexander blinks with his jaw hanging open in shock.
Rankin: No?
Nathan walks over to Alexander to look him over while taking another long pull from the whiskey bottle. He narrows his eyes.
Parker: I mean, I ain't gay and all so that's fine. Just that, why are you here?
Rankin: I am here to recruit you for Rebel Rock Wrestling. We're having a tournament coming up to crown the first King of Rock-N-Roll. We figured that with Rapid Fire Wrestling seemingly in hiatus that you would want to be able to earn a paycheck.
Nathan nods, throwing the empty whiskey bottle at the side of his trailer, where it shatters. He lights a cigarette and smiles as he blows smoke into the air.
Parker: I do owe Mick a hefty sum for my tab so it would be nice to be able to pay him something. Tell you what. I'll join and I'll see if he's interested in joining this tournament as well.
A possible two recruits for the price of one? That certainly doesn't hurt Alexander's pocketbook.
Rankin: Great. You want me to help out with this? I can go with you.
Parker: Sounds fine. Mick's bar is...right over there.
Nathan points to a building about a block away. Nathan straightens his clothing while his cigarette hangs in his mouth and nods to himself.
Parker: I hope you like cats.
Rankin: Cats?
Parker: Yep.
And as we fade to black, Nathan and Alexander are heading to the bar.
Alexander Rankin rankles his nose as he looks at the mess in Nathan's yard. Empty booze bottles all around. Why the people at Rebel Rock Wrestling want this guy for their tournament is beyond him, but it is his job to do the recruiting. He nudges Nathan's shoulder with a foot.
Rankin: Hey, buddy. You alive?
Nothing. Not a lick of a response. Alexander looks down at the man in disgust. He's not even really certain that the man is alive. He doesn't seem to be breathing. Alexander gets his cell phone out and scrolls through his contacts until he finds the one that he's looking for. He kicks Nathan in the ribcage before he actually dials the phone. Just in case it wakes Nathan up. No. He dials the phone.
Rankin: I'm afraid that this Nathan Parker is a dead end. I think he's dead. CPR? I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, he probably has a signed DNR someplace...Fine. I'll try it. Hold on.
Alexander rolls over Nathan with a foot and sets the phone by his head on speaker phone.
Rankin: The things I do just to recruit someone.
Boss: Just do the CPR and then recruit him.
Rankin: I'm on it.
Alexander starts giving CPR, performing chest compressions, and then mouth-to-mouth. Unbeknownst to Alexander, Nathan starts to get an erection from the mouth-to-mouth. A sign that he is most definitely alive.
When Alexander stops doing the mouth-to-mouth, he kneels up. Nathan smiles with his eyes closed.
Parker: Oh, baby. Do me like that again.
Rankin: What?
Nathan snaps his eyes open and sees Alexander Rankin hovering above him. His eyes go wide in realization that he was NOT being kissed passionately by a girl. He looks down at himself, which draws Alexander's attention. Alexander inhales sharply at the sight of the erection.
Rankin: Oh my god!
Parker: It isn't what you think! I mean, it is, but I thought you were a girl. Shit, man! Why you kissing me?
Alexander Rankin stands up, obviously looking away as Nathan arches his back so that he can pull his pants and then get to his feet.
Rankin: I thought you were dead so I was performing CPR!
Nathan walks over to his porch, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and briefly shaking it before taking a nice long pull from it.
Parker: The last thing I remember, I was going to take a piss and then you kissing me. Do you...do you want to do it again?
Alexander blinks with his jaw hanging open in shock.
Rankin: No?
Nathan walks over to Alexander to look him over while taking another long pull from the whiskey bottle. He narrows his eyes.
Parker: I mean, I ain't gay and all so that's fine. Just that, why are you here?
Rankin: I am here to recruit you for Rebel Rock Wrestling. We're having a tournament coming up to crown the first King of Rock-N-Roll. We figured that with Rapid Fire Wrestling seemingly in hiatus that you would want to be able to earn a paycheck.
Nathan nods, throwing the empty whiskey bottle at the side of his trailer, where it shatters. He lights a cigarette and smiles as he blows smoke into the air.
Parker: I do owe Mick a hefty sum for my tab so it would be nice to be able to pay him something. Tell you what. I'll join and I'll see if he's interested in joining this tournament as well.
A possible two recruits for the price of one? That certainly doesn't hurt Alexander's pocketbook.
Rankin: Great. You want me to help out with this? I can go with you.
Parker: Sounds fine. Mick's bar is...right over there.
Nathan points to a building about a block away. Nathan straightens his clothing while his cigarette hangs in his mouth and nods to himself.
Parker: I hope you like cats.
Rankin: Cats?
Parker: Yep.
And as we fade to black, Nathan and Alexander are heading to the bar.