Post by Nathan Saniti on Feb 8, 2016 7:16:36 GMT -5
The door to the President's Office bursts in with enough force to splinter the portal from its hinges. The office is in near darkness as the unflinching man in the chair swaying back and forth with his back to the now exposed hallway. Nathan Saniti steps in from the blinding contrast of the corridor lighting.
"I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to get in here," uttered the man behind the desk, nearly emotionlessly.
The intruder, a man who normally has a calm and gentlemanly demeanor straightens his clothes from the outburst of force. "I demand blood payment," hissed the Mystic Magician. "I demand that you allow me my retribution."
The man in the chair swivels to face his guest. Michael Wryght smirks, folding his hands on the desk, a sense of power in his eyes, power he never held over Nathan before. "And just why should I cater to you?" he questioned, rubbing the spot where Nathan drove home his own points just a few weeks earlier. "What makes you think that you can come in here and make such requests? You're a dangerous man, Saniti. To give you full reign to injure one of my superstars wouldn't be very... Presidential of me."
Nathan continued to huff his rage at the man before him. He planted his fist at the edge of the desk with enough force to rattle everything on it. "Be that as it may, and given our recent history, I can't say that I blame you for denying me my request." He smoothed back his black hair as best it would allow him. "However, allowing Miss Black free reign is just as damaging. Did you not witness that she not only took out your underground champion completely unprovoked, but she also hospitalized our mutual friend, Kelli Starr?"
"I did." Michael Wryght chooses his words carefully. "What did you and Kelli think was going to happen when you worked her into such a frenzy?"
Nathan leans over the desk, into the face of the interim man in power. "SHE IS A MAD DOG! AND MAD DOGS NEED TO BE PUT DOWN!"
"The same could be said of you at times," Michael states matter-of-factly.
Nathan stands bolt upright, his look softening a bit. It could have been the lack of lighting, but it almost appears as if some of the random untamed locks atop his head return to a fiery red for a brief second. Nathan speaks calmly, his head lowered humbly. "It's true. The Black Hand has brought out the worst in me." A drop of water falls on the edge of the desk. Wryght doesn't have to guess where it came from. Nathan tilts his head up, pleading. "I took Pride from you, so it's only fair you have it taken from me. If you wish me to beg, then I will, but I haven't the time to waste. My beloved is being carted off to the hospital, and I shan't waste another second. Please give me what I ask. In return, I shall owe you a favor, regardless of the outcome."
"Fine," Michael sits upright in his chair. "At Trauma 187, I'll let you and Alexa have a 'No Holds Barred Blood Match.' After this, the two of you will not fight again until I think it's necessary. She needs to be stopped, but I'm also running the risk of you getting injured as well, especially if her friends get involved. Be careful what you wish for, Nathan."
Nathan stands confidently, dabbing at his eyes with his shirt sleeves gratefully. "You needn't worry about me. I can take care of those hooligans, the Shaw Brothers. Then I will take care of Miss Black."
Nathan turns to leave, but Michael's voice draws his gaze over his shoulder. "Nathan," he starts with a worried sigh, "please keep us... me... informed on Kelli's condition."
"I shall indeed." Nathan exits the room, quickly making his way out of the building to reach the hospital. As he exits the arena, he dials a number on his phone. He stops his pace long enough for the conversation.
"Hello?" Nathan speaks as the receiver answers on the other end. "It's Nathan Saniti. I haven't time to exchange pleasantries currently." The person on the other end listens quietly. "I have need of your assistance next Tuesday. Can you make it?"
He nods as the person he called confirms. "Indeed. You may even like it here." He hesitates as he listens intently. "Oh, I'm perfectly aware of your capabilities. That's why I called you. Please don't disappoint me."
