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Make Things Right; Nathaniel Alexander/Rob Garcia
Topic Started: Apr 27 2017, 04:07 AM (34 Views)
Digitalwheelin
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A sun-filled skyline fills the view high above the city of Beverly Hills. From this vantage point, several homes dot the area below. The camera pans over to one side and spots an expensive-looking black car with a BMW hood ornament. The driver pulls into the driveway of one particular home at the top of the hill and the engine shuts off. The driver’s side door swings open as the driver–none other than the Diamond Standard, Nathaniel Alexander–steps out.

Nathaniel rests his arms across the top of the door as he surveys the area, glancing down toward the bottom of the hill at the homes below. He glances up at the house he’s now parked in front of and nods his head, an impressed look on his face. He closes the door to his car and sets the alarm before making his way to the front door of the house. Before he can even knock or ring the doorbell, the door swings open as Rob Garcia steps out with Jeff Noon just a few paces behind.

Rob Garcia! Just the man I was looking for! I was hoping to get a couple minutes of your time. Figure we might need to get a few things sorted out after…what happened on Friday…

You mean the part where you clocked Rob in the face when you threw a hissy fit? Is that you’re referring to, big guy? Yeah, that’s probably it. The big man’s voice trails off as he clears his throat and glances downward, clearly avoiding eye contact with Rob.

Rob stands there with a blank stare trying to figure out how to go about this. Jeff standing behind him looks completely shocked.

Jeff: I gotta use the bathroom, I'll be baaack!

Jeff says while running as fast as he can away from this situation. Rob tightens his lips and he looks angry like he is about to burst out yelling. He tries to keep his composure.

Rob: How did you find my home?!

Rob then looks over to see the FIW camera behind Nathaniel.

Rob: Son of uh bitch...

Rob crosses his arms and looks Nathaniel up and down. A loud thud is heard from up above. They both look up toward the second story, and Jeff Noon is seen with his face pressed up against the window, once he sees he's got their attention, he tries to hide behind the curtains. Rob looks back down towards Nathaniel.

Rob: Well, how can I help you?

He says arms still crossed tapping his foot. Nathaniel points at Rob's chin where he clocked him at ReVolt Against the Champions.

"How's uh...how you doing after..."

He taps his own chin but waves it off. Rather than wait for a response, he continues with his explanation, motioning between himself and Rob.

"I just wanna make sure we're good here. If you're gonna be a member of the Crew, you gotta understand, shit happens sometimes. But at the end of the day, it's just business. We've all got shit to deal with here, especially coming up on Tuesday. The last thing we need is to have any heat in the Crew."

He holds his hands up almost defensively when he talks about not needing animosity in the Crew.

"So...we good?"

Rob stands there and then rolls his eyes to the side and starts to rub his jaw.

Rob: Oh what? I'm sorry. It was hard to pay attention, I've had a major migraine since Friday.

Which isn't true, Jeff and him have been on their goofy adventures all week. Rob then starts rubbing his forehead.

Rob: But, yeah man. We need to be united! We.. We should all be helping Stephen out right now. I know I am, cus he can't win without-- Ouch

Rob says with a flinch while rubbing his face, milking the situation.

Rob: I'm sorry, my head really hurts for some reason.

He in an over acting kind of way tries to tough it out. Nathaniel rolls his eyes and shakes his head, a wry chuckle escaping him over Rob's theatrics.

Rob: I'll be okay, I'll be okay.. I'm the World Heavy Weight Rising Champion of the World and almost undefeated. He needs my help. After I finish off the In Breeds giving them all lights out for Harambe, all at the same time, and throw everyone out the ring with Steph.. Maybe then..

Rob shrugs his shoulders.

Rob: Maybe, I dunno.. I can help you take out Johnny.

Rob casually looks around while saying that, and follows it up with

Rob: We should all have gold.

Alexander raises an eyebrow, casting a sideways glance at Rob.

"Look here, junior, I know you've got that Rising championship gold draped over your shoulder, and you managed to snag yourself an official membership into the Coulter Crew, but you've still got shit to learn, kid."

He raises one finger.

"So, here's a little lesson for you. I don't need help against Johnny Polesmoker, The Dream, or anybody else for that matter. And Stephen doesn't need your help either. Keep that in mind."

Rob puts a finger up in the air with a smug smile on his face.

Rob: Look... senior. It never hurts to have an almost undefeated man watching your back. And Stephen does need my help. We can't just leave him to fight off a group of idiots alone.

Rob stops and thinks for a quick second. Alexander reels back when Rob uses the word "senior" in response to Alexander calling him "junior," the annoyed/offended look on his face all too apparent.

Rob: I mean, that's kind of my thing. That's why I am the World Heavy Weight Rising Champion of the World. Last Pay Per View, remember? Also how I got this title, I beat everyone.

Rob looks at his shoulder.

Rob: And it's not over my shoulder. It's upstairs. If you like I can go get it.

Rob says completely serious. He points his thumb over his shoulder, to direct behind him. Nathaniel waves off Rob's offer and adamantly shakes his head.

"That's not the point. Point is, Stephen doesn't need your help. He's the FSC and Grand Prix champion for a reason, and it isn't because he had help getting there. That's not to say we won't be there to have his back, but I'd think twice if I were you saying he needs the help."

He wags a finger and shakes his head implying that Stephen doesn't need help. I can't help but wonder why Nathaniel is suddenly singing the praises of Stephen J. Eversol? Perhaps because he's about to get into another tag match with the man with the Golden Shotgun and wants to make sure they play nice?

"But good to know you see the point; unity. Now that we've gotten rid of Jack Manson and his fat ass son, this is our opportunity to make sure we all get what we want in this business. So, as I said, I wanna make sure everything is good here. So, once again...we good?"

Nathaniel offers a questioning look, the annoyance still visible on his face when he gets back to the original point for this visit after the runaround in this conversation.

Rob gets a really sarcastic look on his face bobbing his head side to side.

Rob: Pfft... pfft..

Rob then looks at Nathaniel shaking his head

Rob: Pfft.. well.. huhu.. Yeah.

Rob shrugs his

Rob: I mean, yeah. Of course. Wanna go see my championship since you're here? We can go swimming.

Rob says with a smile, thinking he just made a new best friend. He throws his thumb over his shoulder in the direction towards the house. Alexander's eyes narrow slightly as he glances back and forth from the interior of Rob's house back to Rob himself. He raises an eyebrow, a non-verbal "are you serious..." He shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he turns on his heels and heads in the opposite direction back toward his car.

"Fuckin' kidding me...?"

The sound of the driver's side door closing emanates from out of frame as Rob stands by the front door to his house, maybe expecting Alexander to go back? Jeff Noon rejoins Rob at the front door and glances out toward the driveway. He and Rob look at each other and then at the now departing BMW. They shrug their shoulders as if saying "oh well."

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