March 1st, 2019
It's backstage at the Sydney Superdome after Hostility ReAwakened #2. The locker room is all but deserted save for one man; Nathan Paradine, still in his ring gear, sitting on the floor with his head leaning back against a locker, his eyes closed and his breathing deep and regular. Suddenly there's a buzz, and the reverie is immediately broken. Paradine opens his eyes and looks down in annoyance, where his mobile phone is buzzing next to his leg.
Paradine: "What the hell is this?"
He picks up the phone and holds it to his ear.
Paradine: "It's Paradine."
He listens for a moment and scowls.
Paradine: "Don't act like you didn't watch it. I bet you were sitting there in your hotel room, rubbing your hands together as you watched that main event. We were beat, pretty soundly I might add."
He pauses and listens again.
Paradine: "You gave me KC3, and I drew with him. You gave me Silas Artoria, and I beat him pretty bloody handily. What else have you got for me?"
A moment passes, and then another. Paradine listens carefully, and a slow smile starts to form on his face.
Paradine: "Jimmy Allen, hey? Stewart, I'll tell you what... you and I don't really see eye to eye, but taking care of him for you? It'll be my pleasure."
Paradine ends the call and stares at his phone for a moment, before tossing it onto his sports back and resuming his rest against the locker.
Lake Burley Griffin
March 3rd 2019
It's early morning along the edges of Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra. Several dozen people are running along the shoreline, getting in a solid early morning regiment of exercise before the start of the day proper. A lone person drops back from a group of about half a dozen, waving at the others to continue. We can see that this is Nathan Paradine, dressed in a loose shirt and running shorts, a sweaty sheen illuminating his face as he performs a few light stretches before moving off the path the allow other runners past.
Paradine: "Ah Christ, that feels better."
He rolls his shoulders, grinning as he feels them pop. Several women run past and he flashes them a grin that turns into a scowl when they continue running without acknowledgement. He looks around, as if noticing the camera for the first time.
Paradine: "Nothing quite like an early morning run to clear the mind and refresh the body, eh? Especially after the last few days I've had!"
He grimaces as he remembers the events of the second episode of Hostility ReAwakened.
Paradine: "It's been an interesting time. You see, last week on Evolution, I did exactly what I said I was going to do; I beat Silas Artoria handily, and won another three points in the Paramount Grand Prix. That's, what... four points total, now? Not too shabby for a man who wasn't supposed to be in the tournament at all, but hardly surprising. Well, not surprising for me... maybe surprising to everyone who thought that maybe, after a tough few weeks, my career was starting to wind down. It doesn't quite seem to be the case, though."
Paradine grins and rubs his chin.
Paradine: "This week, I look forward to stepping into the ring with Jimmy Allen, the proverbial thorn in my side. There's a bit of history there; in my second match ever here in the CWF I teamed up with the missing Tobias Devereaux and managed to snatch away the tag team titles from Allen and Hawkhurst. The truth of the matter is, this man doesn't impress me and he doesn't threaten me. I know I can beat him, hell I've already done it once before! I've put Jimmy Allen to rest and now I'll do the same to his ghost."
Paradine takes a few steps to a nearby park bench and sits down with a sigh, crossing his legs and looking back at forth at the bustling walkway.
Paradine: "Jimmy has already lost. He knows it, I know it, everyone in the CWF knows it. Jon Stewart might as well just award me my two points and get it over and done with. Maybe I'll go easy on him if he does. Or... maybe not. I'm not one to shy away from competition, even if it is a little... lacking."
Paradine yawns loudly and thumps his chest.
Paradine: "Now get the hell out of here. Let me enjoy the sights in peace."
The scene comes to an end as Paradine stretches himself out on the bench, a contented smile on his face.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."