Exclusive Footage From Local Hotel After Clash
Aug 18, 2020 5:18:59 GMT -5
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Post by Matthias Mintzel on Aug 18, 2020 5:18:59 GMT -5
Matthias Mintzel is sat at the hotel bar the evening after Clash. He’d stopped his drinking habits around the time of the Havoc Rumble and the benefits were clear to see, but tonight was a special occasion, and not in a good way.
NATE bounds into the bar, in full FaNATEic gear.
NATE: Eye Amm Sew Pleezd Wee R Frends Matty Ass
Matthias: We’re not friends, you work for me. And it’s Mister Mintzel to you, got it?
NATE: O Kay Miss Der Minstrel
Matthias: Mintzel.
NATE sits opposite Matthias grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. Matthias asks the question he actually cares about.
Matthias: Where’s your Mom.
NATE: Bedd Shi Sez Shi Iz Tyerd Shi Sed U No Y
Matthias was regretting this arrangement already. He had no interest in NATE whatsoever, let alone being a babysitter to him, he internally curses at his stupidity.
NATE: Sew Wot Iz Mi Nekst IncarNATEion
Matthias: What?
NATE: Eye Hav Bin Da SubordiNATEor An GermiNATE An Da ImpregNATEor and MaNATEe an AlieNATE An Naw Eye Amm FaNATEic Iz Itt Tym 4 a Nyoo 1
Matthias: You don’t need a stupid name, you’re NATE, just NATE.
NATE looks incredibly confused. Ever since starting out in Garbage Pro Wrestling as UnfortuNATE he’d always had an identity. Still, Matthias Mintzel was the best wrestler in the world as far as he was concerned and his Mom told him to listen to every word he said, so he probably knew best.
NATE: O Kay Eye Amm Jusd NATE.
Matthias nods and goes back to his beer, NATE hasn’t finished.
NATE: Wot Iz Ower Tagteem Colld
Matthias: What? We don’t have a Tag Team.
NATE: Eye Fink We Should Be Colld Matty Ass An NATE
Matthias: Creative.
NATE: Aw NATE An Matty Ass
Matthias: We’re not a tag team. A name would need to be snappier.
NATE: Dee Camp Fer B Coz Ur Jerman
Matthias nearly spills his drink, how the fuck does NATE know some German?!
Matthias: Sure.
Matthias goes back to his beer again. NATE hasn’t finished, again.
NATE: Du U Hav N E Ass Ine Ments 4 Mi
Matthias: Not right now.
NATE: Eye Amm Yor Bod E Gard Eye Amm Sup Powzd 2 Pro Tekt U
Matthias looks round the almost empty bar.
Matthias: I’m probably safe here. You just look for anything suspicious.
NATE: O Kay
Matthias briefly feels pleased with himself by distracting him and creating some silence. NATE sees something suspicious.
NATE: Dat Cher Mite B A Bom
Matthias: OK, new rule. Bodyguards don’t talk, OK?
NATE: O Kay
Matthias: Did you understand what I just said?
NATE realises his mistake and just nods in acknowledgement, determined to do a good job. Matthias continues with his beer and the enormous NATE sits there looking very excited still. Matthias sighs as he swigs away, this was a shit idea. He finishes his beer and decides he’s about done for the night, he gets up and starts walking to the elevator, NATE follows.
Matthias: Go back to your room, I’ll be fine until like, next week or something.
NATE: Eye Downt No Wer Itt Iz
Matthias rolls his eyes so hard they almost come out of their sockets. He gets into the elevator and NATE follows, 2 large men in one elevator, one half cut and full of rage, one whose dreams have come true tonight. They get out at floor 7, Mintzel walks out the elevator and NATE follows all the way to room 733 where Mintzel gets out his key.
Matthias: You don’t think you’re coming in do you?!
NATE has no idea what’s going on at all, to be fair.
Matthias: OK your post is here, in the corridor, I need to make sure no one tries to attack me in my sleep.
NATE nods happily, remembering not to talk. Matthias walks into his room.
What a fucking evening.
What had he allowed to happen? He’d shown up fully expecting to put NATE in a hospital and never see the freak again, and then somehow he’d ended up having sex with the big lads adopted mother in an arena toilet and agreeing to let him win and to mentor him. In the end personal pride had taken over in the ring, thank fuck, and he’d beaten NATE easily but something had possessed him to pick up a microphone and offer him a job as his fucking bodyguard?!
Why had he allowed it to happen? That one was easy, he thought of Kate Traw’s perfect brown hair and olive skin and understood the ‘why’. But when the testosterone wore off, looking after that useless lump going forwards didn’t seem like a fair price to pay…
NATE bounds into the bar, in full FaNATEic gear.
NATE: Eye Amm Sew Pleezd Wee R Frends Matty Ass
Matthias: We’re not friends, you work for me. And it’s Mister Mintzel to you, got it?
NATE: O Kay Miss Der Minstrel
Matthias: Mintzel.
NATE sits opposite Matthias grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. Matthias asks the question he actually cares about.
Matthias: Where’s your Mom.
NATE: Bedd Shi Sez Shi Iz Tyerd Shi Sed U No Y
Matthias was regretting this arrangement already. He had no interest in NATE whatsoever, let alone being a babysitter to him, he internally curses at his stupidity.
NATE: Sew Wot Iz Mi Nekst IncarNATEion
Matthias: What?
NATE: Eye Hav Bin Da SubordiNATEor An GermiNATE An Da ImpregNATEor and MaNATEe an AlieNATE An Naw Eye Amm FaNATEic Iz Itt Tym 4 a Nyoo 1
Matthias: You don’t need a stupid name, you’re NATE, just NATE.
NATE looks incredibly confused. Ever since starting out in Garbage Pro Wrestling as UnfortuNATE he’d always had an identity. Still, Matthias Mintzel was the best wrestler in the world as far as he was concerned and his Mom told him to listen to every word he said, so he probably knew best.
NATE: O Kay Eye Amm Jusd NATE.
Matthias nods and goes back to his beer, NATE hasn’t finished.
NATE: Wot Iz Ower Tagteem Colld
Matthias: What? We don’t have a Tag Team.
NATE: Eye Fink We Should Be Colld Matty Ass An NATE
Matthias: Creative.
NATE: Aw NATE An Matty Ass
Matthias: We’re not a tag team. A name would need to be snappier.
NATE: Dee Camp Fer B Coz Ur Jerman
Matthias nearly spills his drink, how the fuck does NATE know some German?!
Matthias: Sure.
Matthias goes back to his beer again. NATE hasn’t finished, again.
NATE: Du U Hav N E Ass Ine Ments 4 Mi
Matthias: Not right now.
NATE: Eye Amm Yor Bod E Gard Eye Amm Sup Powzd 2 Pro Tekt U
Matthias looks round the almost empty bar.
Matthias: I’m probably safe here. You just look for anything suspicious.
NATE: O Kay
Matthias briefly feels pleased with himself by distracting him and creating some silence. NATE sees something suspicious.
NATE: Dat Cher Mite B A Bom
Matthias: OK, new rule. Bodyguards don’t talk, OK?
NATE: O Kay
Matthias: Did you understand what I just said?
NATE realises his mistake and just nods in acknowledgement, determined to do a good job. Matthias continues with his beer and the enormous NATE sits there looking very excited still. Matthias sighs as he swigs away, this was a shit idea. He finishes his beer and decides he’s about done for the night, he gets up and starts walking to the elevator, NATE follows.
Matthias: Go back to your room, I’ll be fine until like, next week or something.
NATE: Eye Downt No Wer Itt Iz
Matthias rolls his eyes so hard they almost come out of their sockets. He gets into the elevator and NATE follows, 2 large men in one elevator, one half cut and full of rage, one whose dreams have come true tonight. They get out at floor 7, Mintzel walks out the elevator and NATE follows all the way to room 733 where Mintzel gets out his key.
Matthias: You don’t think you’re coming in do you?!
NATE has no idea what’s going on at all, to be fair.
Matthias: OK your post is here, in the corridor, I need to make sure no one tries to attack me in my sleep.
NATE nods happily, remembering not to talk. Matthias walks into his room.
What a fucking evening.
What had he allowed to happen? He’d shown up fully expecting to put NATE in a hospital and never see the freak again, and then somehow he’d ended up having sex with the big lads adopted mother in an arena toilet and agreeing to let him win and to mentor him. In the end personal pride had taken over in the ring, thank fuck, and he’d beaten NATE easily but something had possessed him to pick up a microphone and offer him a job as his fucking bodyguard?!
Why had he allowed it to happen? That one was easy, he thought of Kate Traw’s perfect brown hair and olive skin and understood the ‘why’. But when the testosterone wore off, looking after that useless lump going forwards didn’t seem like a fair price to pay…