Post by Nate Nytro on Aug 27, 2006 13:15:25 GMT -5
OOC - I suck 
(We are standing in front of the WCF arena. A white Buick pulls in and lodges itself in one of the parking spaces. Nate Nytro and Richard exit the car, apparently in the midst of another, elongated, metaphorical discussion over Nate’s dwindling interest in his career.)
Richard Cunnings: I mean really…should I just give the title back to Seth, ‘cause somehow I doubt you’d miss it much.
Nate Nytro: You know what I miss? Life. I miss living. Isn’t that a weird claim? I miss living. I miss living in the sense that a child lives; a growing mind with no boundaries and without fatigue…who acts upon every idea without hesitation, no matter how infinitesimal or immense it is. I’m confined to a constant precedent…make a television promo, wrestle, and then do it all over again. No room for thought outside of that.
Richard Cunnings: You know what I miss? You enjoying it.
(Nate sighs in agreement.)
Richard Cunnings: I miss watching the Nate that got out there because he loved it. And I’ll tell you something else. This “feel sorry for me” shtick isn’t going to render the crowd apologetic for much longer. Stop whining and either pick up the gauntlet or walk away.
Nate Nytro: Yeah, you’re right. It’s time to start accepting the routine of my life’s work; Time to start loving what I do again. The TV Title is something to be honored, not cursed. I shall defend it with integrity.
Richard Cunnings: Aye. Off we go then.
(Nate and Rich walk towards the building. Scene fades out)
(We are standing in front of the WCF arena. A white Buick pulls in and lodges itself in one of the parking spaces. Nate Nytro and Richard exit the car, apparently in the midst of another, elongated, metaphorical discussion over Nate’s dwindling interest in his career.)
Richard Cunnings: I mean really…should I just give the title back to Seth, ‘cause somehow I doubt you’d miss it much.
Nate Nytro: You know what I miss? Life. I miss living. Isn’t that a weird claim? I miss living. I miss living in the sense that a child lives; a growing mind with no boundaries and without fatigue…who acts upon every idea without hesitation, no matter how infinitesimal or immense it is. I’m confined to a constant precedent…make a television promo, wrestle, and then do it all over again. No room for thought outside of that.
Richard Cunnings: You know what I miss? You enjoying it.
(Nate sighs in agreement.)
Richard Cunnings: I miss watching the Nate that got out there because he loved it. And I’ll tell you something else. This “feel sorry for me” shtick isn’t going to render the crowd apologetic for much longer. Stop whining and either pick up the gauntlet or walk away.
Nate Nytro: Yeah, you’re right. It’s time to start accepting the routine of my life’s work; Time to start loving what I do again. The TV Title is something to be honored, not cursed. I shall defend it with integrity.
Richard Cunnings: Aye. Off we go then.
(Nate and Rich walk towards the building. Scene fades out)
