Post by nathan on Jan 30, 2024 23:44:42 GMT -6
Dublin, Ireland
Nathan sat in the back of his pub, enjoying the pint of Guinness in front of him and corned beef and cabbage that made up his dinner for the night. His daughter was somewhere in the pub, helping out as one of the barmaids and his wife was.. Not at the bar, she was coming toward him with that look on her face. She reached the table and sighed. “Styles.” Nathan let out a sigh. “Well let’s see what he wants.” Tera rolled her eyes. “Damn it man, are ye daft? You know well as I do what the fuck he wants.. He wants you fightin’ again!”
“Fightin’ When?! Can I go?!” Nathan looked as his daughter emerged from the crowd and darted to her father’s side. “Da! I’m ready!” Nathan sighs. “Lass, I told ye once I told ye a hundred times. Ye dunnae wanna make a livin’ beatin’ people bloody! It..takes a toll.”
The conversation broke for the moment as Jesse Styles emerged from the crowd, looking around as he sat down. Nathan O’Connell. Surprised it isn’t Father Nathan.” Nathan shrugs. “I decided to give family life another go. The Church won’t let me be a priest and have a family so I chose family over the Church. I also own this bar, the Shamrock Rovers football, or soccer team as you’d call it and I’m one of the bigger share owners of Swansea’s soccer team. Somehow, I dunnae think we’re here to compare business acumen.”
Jesse smirked. “We’re not. I’ve been getting the band back together. I’m on a mission to get as many veterans as I can. I even got Valora back in New Edge.” Nathan leans back. “Valora Salinas back in New Edge. What did that cost?” Jesse shrugged. “A trip to Mexico city, a six figure salary, a rookie contract for her 16 yr student.” Nathan blinks. “Wait, what?!” Jesse nods. “I know. Valora. Training someone. Scary. But the girl looks good. Fighting out of Wales.” Nathan nods. “I know who you’re talking about.” Jesse looks at Nathan with a confused look and Nathan just shrugs. “Abbigail Dresden. I won’t bore you with the football details, just say I know her. Jesse nods. “I’m a big fan of that Heart punch. You’re the best I’ve ever seen at it.”
Nathan nods. “Yeah, Valora can attest to that.” Nathan says as the memory instantly comes back to his mind. The night where he stopped Valora’s heart for a second. The look of shock on her face, shock and, not fear but..relief? Nathan forces himself back to the present and looks at Jesse as Tera brings drinks for the two men. “Alright Jesse. I want the same deal you gave Val. I’m old. Past my prime. Getting back into the ring is a big risk. I want compensation for that.”
Jesse leans back in his seat, drinking from his mug and thinks. “I can’t match it exactly. We’re just getting started again. I need to ask you to settle for less than she’s making but I’ll give you bonuses and if you need a show off to recover from a fight, that can be arranged.” Nathan thinks for a moment and his daughter chimes in. “Same as Val? Does that mean I get a contract?” Jesse shakes his head. “ At this rate, we’re going to have a junior’s division.” Nathan raises an eyebrow and Jesse thinks “I think we have like 3 or 4 fighters under 21. I’m telling you.. We’re close to having our own youth division.” Jesse says with a laugh. Then it happens. “Nathaniel Ian Patrick O’Connell!” Nathan’s daughter looks at him. “Oooo ma broke out your confirmation name.” Nathan nods. “Yeap. Perform last rites on me now, I’m dead as disco.”
Tera made her way over. “Are ye daft man? Ye seriously considerin’ bringing our daughter into a fightin’ outfit?!”
Nathan turns and looks at his wife. “Damn it woman I hadn’t even decided anything yet!” Tera glares at him. “Ye were thinkin’ it!” Fiona nudges Tera. “Ma! I’m good at fightin! I can do this!” Tera scoffs. “The hell do you know? Punchin’ bags dunnae hit back. This ain’t a video game. Or a movie. Ask your father what it’s like to have me wipe his arse for him because his hands were so swollen from spending an hour pummeling another man, they went and got so swollen he couldn’t grasp anything. Ask me how many times I had to carry him upstairs to bed because he couldna stand himself! If you’re serious about this, Fi. You need to understand it ain’t no fun and games.”
Fiona looks at Nathan who nods. “You’re gonna hurt lass. You’ll wake up the mornin’ after a fight and will be hurtin’ in places you dinnae know you had.” Fiona sighs. “But Da! Someone has to carry on the family tradition! It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do!” Nathan and Tera share a look and Tera sighs. “I’ll call my sister. Have the family watch the pub since it looks like we’re goin’ to the States.” Nathan turns to Jesse. “Congrats. I think you just signed 2 fighters.” Jesse stands up and nods. “I’ll take it. Glad to have you back!”
New Orleans, Louisia: A few days later:
The trio walks into their hotel room. Tera and Nathan having one room, which connects into the room Fiona has. She looks to her father. “I cannae believe Americans dunnae let you drink til 21.” Nathan lets out a laugh. “I warned ya.” Fiona turns and puts her bags down for a moment as she faces her parents. “So when do we start trainin? When do I get into things?” Nathan keeps his gaze straight ahead to not look at the gaze of death his wife is giving him right now. Finally he lets out a sigh as he puts his bags down.
“Okay. Here is what is going to happen and it is not up for debate. This is the offer, take it or leave it. Your mother and I are not doing this to be mean or unfair but because I have fought in this fed before. I know what it’s like.” Fi puts her hands on her hips, listening as her father nods. “Starting off it’s me. I will talk to Val. See if she is willing to have you and her girl train together a bit and you and I will start training as well. When I feel you’re ready, both in terms of talent and ability to deal with what New Edge will throw at you, then I’ll go to Jesse and use the clause to bring you in.”
Fiona tilts her head to the side. “It cannae be that bad, right?”
Nathan laughs. “Lass, Valora Salinas and a girl who liked to just be called V fought a Texas Death Match, though in this case it was more of a Boston Death Match since they fought at Fenway park. Those two women literally beat each half to death. Both were taken to the hospital for severe injuries and blood loss. New Edge likes skill yes.. But they made their name as a hardcore themed fed. They like violence, and pain and bloodshed. I’m not passin’ judgment, but you’re my daughter, I’m not going to throw you into the meat grinder until I am convinced you’re ready for it.”
Fiona nods. “Okay, well then let’s get started for now, but I’ll be comin’ back to this discussion later.”
Tera looks at her smartphone. “You’re being matched up against a Yank. Brandon. St. Louis, Missouri and apparently, he also is coming out of retirement.” Nathan nods. “Missouri? Probably won’t appreciate being called a yankee.” Foina chimes in. “Do they know the root of that and what it means?”
Nathan smiles. “Some do, most not so much. Doesn’t matter. They took a word the British made up to mock them and turned into a national identity to take pride in. I kinda admire that about Americans.” Tera rolls her eyes. “Only because that was before they beat the Brits in a War.” Nathan laughs. “I am always in favor of seeing the English humbled, tis true. Do we know what kinda fighter this man is?”
Tera nods. “Brawler. Reckless. Untrained baboon who thinks if he throws enough punches, he’ll find a way to win. Some technical ability but largely a.. What’s the term you and Kronin and others use?”
Nathan nods. “Garbage Wrestler.” Fiona raises an eyebrow. Nathan shrugs. “Old school term. In the old days, technical based wrestlers used it to describe people like Brandon and Valora. People who, like Brandon, lacked actual training or who, like Valora, relished in hardcore matches and liked to use weapons. The implication being these people can’t fight proper and so need to rely on weapons and such.”
Fiona nods. “Well an untrained opponent should be easy.” Nathan grins. “You’d think so, but their lack of training means they’re unpredictable. They might do something daft.. But since you’re not expecting it, it can still work or at least be harder to capitalize on. Lesson number 1, Fi. Never underestimate an opponent. Whether you love the person, like the person, dislike the person or hate them.. Everyone willing to step into the ring deserves respect. You are risking your health, your safety, your very life every time you enter that ring. Understand that. Respect that and respect those willing to risk themselves.”
Fiona nods, taking the lesson seriously and committing it to heart. “Okay, so why did you lie to Mr. Styles about not being a priest anymore?” Nathan smirks. “Because, people have a very specific picture of what a priest is and what they do and while I often do some of the more normal stuff a priest does, my main job is.. Much different. As such, being ‘undercover’ as a normal man, professional fighter and family man is a better option.”
Tera cuts in here. “How do you plan to make your public introductions?” Nathan winks. “A good question. Fi. Do me a favor and get on that infernal computer of yours and let’s see if Brandon has given us any public examples of what kind of man he is.”
Fiona rolls her eyes and opens her laptop. A few moments later, she has it on. “You can bless water, cast out demons, forgive sins and prepare souls for their transition to the afterlife but you can’t work a computer.” Nathan points. “Just make the blasted thing work. I could do it but the damn thing gives me attitude.”
Fiona smirks and searches for Brandon’s New Edge promos. She finds the debut promo and plays it. Nathan watches and jots down notes.
As the video comes to an end, Nathan looks up to Heaven. “Thank you Father. As always your bounties are great and my cup floweth over with your blessings.” He then looks at Fiona. “I could write a book on this man. The difficulty is merely choosing one sin.” He stands up, looking at Tera. “We need to borrow a Church.”
On Camera promo: St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, New Orleans, Louisiana:
The scene opens up to show Nathan in his priest outfit. He reaches up and adjusts the collar and clears his throat.
“Forgive me, New Edge fans, been awhile since I had to wear the formal garments, retirement and all. However, as the Church teaches, once a Priest, always a priest so.. Here goes.. Let’s see if I can still do this.” Nathan falls silent for a moment as he stares into the camera, leaning back in his seat as if considering. Taking his time before finally leaning forward once more.
“Do you know what your sin is, Brandon? I’m sure you don’t. On the surface you have so many. So I think we’ll do a bit of a game here. You fans watching this, take your best guess. For those of you who need a refresher or are brand new, this part of the Father Nathan promo is usually where I try to tie my opponent to one of the 7 Deadly Sins. If you don’t know what they are, hit the google machine. We do the honor system here so take your pick and be honest. Heavenly Father and his angels are always watching.”
After waiting a few moments, he nods. “Alright. Now that you all and Brandon have had time to think on it. I’ll ask again. Do you know what your sin is, Brandon?”
Nathan smirks. “Gluttony. I know, with your obsession for sex, why not Lust right?” Nathan clears his throat, narrowing his eyes. “You’re an alcoholic. You can’t control your alcohol. One drink is never enough, is it? Just one more. Just one more. Hey barkeep. Just one more. I swear, please God just one more..” Nathan nods. “Then the bill comes and you look at the 7,10,15 empty glasses or bottles. That, my friend, is gluttony. You brag about your drug use. You made reference to at least 3 if not more types of drugs in your rambling, verbal diarrhea you called an introduction. Gluttony. I imagine alcohol and drugs aren’t the only things you have too much of. Consuming and consuming.”
Nathan checks the list he wrote down. “Your suicidal ideations are exactly what I would expect to find in addicts and gluttons. You over indulge, suffer for it, and then.. Then the regret, the guilt, the disgust at the man you see in the mirror. Gets rough. But also, you’re torn and like addicts and people in your situation, you look for someone to blame. It can;t be your fault. It’s that damned woman who tempted me. Weakened me, took parts of me to feed herself. I’m sounding too depressed and pathetic, better make reference to being a god, because a little bit of blasphemy never hurt anyone, right?”
Nathan nods. “I suppose you’re waiting. Perhaps waiting for what you’ve heard from men in my position all your life. Waiting for words like. Reprobate. Degenerate. Pervert.” Nathan nods. “Well, I mean obviously you just heard them from me, but not as accusations. Not as judgments. Judgment is the purview of God. My job is to remind you that there is no such thing as beyond redemption. Ask for help. Ask for forgiveness, vow to try your best to improve and to get back in bounds and forgiveness can be yours.”
Nathan stands up. “That’s the good news. The bad news, this isn’t some late night infomercial. This is me pointing out that you and I have a fight scheduled. Jesse Styles brought us both out of retirement and our welcome back package apparently includes us beating the bejesus out of each other. Don’t look at the coming beating as a bad thing. Look at it as another kind of redemption. If you can’t verbally ask for forgiveness and do things the civilized and enlightened way. The two of us can explore whether you can bleed your sins out of you.”
Nathan pauses a second and smirks. “You’re welcome Jesse Styles. You wanted Father Nathan, you got Father Nathan. Brandon. I’ll see you at Ignite.”
The promo ends and Nathan removes the collar and lets out a breath. “Hmm.. tighter around the neck than I remember. I’m glad I dunnae have to wear this thing everyday anymore.” Fiona, helps her mother gather things and prepare to head out as she looks to Nathan. “So what next?” Nathan shrugs. “We wait, maybe see the sights. The fight will come soon enough. Then we see if your old man still has it.”
Nathan sat in the back of his pub, enjoying the pint of Guinness in front of him and corned beef and cabbage that made up his dinner for the night. His daughter was somewhere in the pub, helping out as one of the barmaids and his wife was.. Not at the bar, she was coming toward him with that look on her face. She reached the table and sighed. “Styles.” Nathan let out a sigh. “Well let’s see what he wants.” Tera rolled her eyes. “Damn it man, are ye daft? You know well as I do what the fuck he wants.. He wants you fightin’ again!”
“Fightin’ When?! Can I go?!” Nathan looked as his daughter emerged from the crowd and darted to her father’s side. “Da! I’m ready!” Nathan sighs. “Lass, I told ye once I told ye a hundred times. Ye dunnae wanna make a livin’ beatin’ people bloody! It..takes a toll.”
The conversation broke for the moment as Jesse Styles emerged from the crowd, looking around as he sat down. Nathan O’Connell. Surprised it isn’t Father Nathan.” Nathan shrugs. “I decided to give family life another go. The Church won’t let me be a priest and have a family so I chose family over the Church. I also own this bar, the Shamrock Rovers football, or soccer team as you’d call it and I’m one of the bigger share owners of Swansea’s soccer team. Somehow, I dunnae think we’re here to compare business acumen.”
Jesse smirked. “We’re not. I’ve been getting the band back together. I’m on a mission to get as many veterans as I can. I even got Valora back in New Edge.” Nathan leans back. “Valora Salinas back in New Edge. What did that cost?” Jesse shrugged. “A trip to Mexico city, a six figure salary, a rookie contract for her 16 yr student.” Nathan blinks. “Wait, what?!” Jesse nods. “I know. Valora. Training someone. Scary. But the girl looks good. Fighting out of Wales.” Nathan nods. “I know who you’re talking about.” Jesse looks at Nathan with a confused look and Nathan just shrugs. “Abbigail Dresden. I won’t bore you with the football details, just say I know her. Jesse nods. “I’m a big fan of that Heart punch. You’re the best I’ve ever seen at it.”
Nathan nods. “Yeah, Valora can attest to that.” Nathan says as the memory instantly comes back to his mind. The night where he stopped Valora’s heart for a second. The look of shock on her face, shock and, not fear but..relief? Nathan forces himself back to the present and looks at Jesse as Tera brings drinks for the two men. “Alright Jesse. I want the same deal you gave Val. I’m old. Past my prime. Getting back into the ring is a big risk. I want compensation for that.”
Jesse leans back in his seat, drinking from his mug and thinks. “I can’t match it exactly. We’re just getting started again. I need to ask you to settle for less than she’s making but I’ll give you bonuses and if you need a show off to recover from a fight, that can be arranged.” Nathan thinks for a moment and his daughter chimes in. “Same as Val? Does that mean I get a contract?” Jesse shakes his head. “ At this rate, we’re going to have a junior’s division.” Nathan raises an eyebrow and Jesse thinks “I think we have like 3 or 4 fighters under 21. I’m telling you.. We’re close to having our own youth division.” Jesse says with a laugh. Then it happens. “Nathaniel Ian Patrick O’Connell!” Nathan’s daughter looks at him. “Oooo ma broke out your confirmation name.” Nathan nods. “Yeap. Perform last rites on me now, I’m dead as disco.”
Tera made her way over. “Are ye daft man? Ye seriously considerin’ bringing our daughter into a fightin’ outfit?!”
Nathan turns and looks at his wife. “Damn it woman I hadn’t even decided anything yet!” Tera glares at him. “Ye were thinkin’ it!” Fiona nudges Tera. “Ma! I’m good at fightin! I can do this!” Tera scoffs. “The hell do you know? Punchin’ bags dunnae hit back. This ain’t a video game. Or a movie. Ask your father what it’s like to have me wipe his arse for him because his hands were so swollen from spending an hour pummeling another man, they went and got so swollen he couldn’t grasp anything. Ask me how many times I had to carry him upstairs to bed because he couldna stand himself! If you’re serious about this, Fi. You need to understand it ain’t no fun and games.”
Fiona looks at Nathan who nods. “You’re gonna hurt lass. You’ll wake up the mornin’ after a fight and will be hurtin’ in places you dinnae know you had.” Fiona sighs. “But Da! Someone has to carry on the family tradition! It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do!” Nathan and Tera share a look and Tera sighs. “I’ll call my sister. Have the family watch the pub since it looks like we’re goin’ to the States.” Nathan turns to Jesse. “Congrats. I think you just signed 2 fighters.” Jesse stands up and nods. “I’ll take it. Glad to have you back!”
New Orleans, Louisia: A few days later:
The trio walks into their hotel room. Tera and Nathan having one room, which connects into the room Fiona has. She looks to her father. “I cannae believe Americans dunnae let you drink til 21.” Nathan lets out a laugh. “I warned ya.” Fiona turns and puts her bags down for a moment as she faces her parents. “So when do we start trainin? When do I get into things?” Nathan keeps his gaze straight ahead to not look at the gaze of death his wife is giving him right now. Finally he lets out a sigh as he puts his bags down.
“Okay. Here is what is going to happen and it is not up for debate. This is the offer, take it or leave it. Your mother and I are not doing this to be mean or unfair but because I have fought in this fed before. I know what it’s like.” Fi puts her hands on her hips, listening as her father nods. “Starting off it’s me. I will talk to Val. See if she is willing to have you and her girl train together a bit and you and I will start training as well. When I feel you’re ready, both in terms of talent and ability to deal with what New Edge will throw at you, then I’ll go to Jesse and use the clause to bring you in.”
Fiona tilts her head to the side. “It cannae be that bad, right?”
Nathan laughs. “Lass, Valora Salinas and a girl who liked to just be called V fought a Texas Death Match, though in this case it was more of a Boston Death Match since they fought at Fenway park. Those two women literally beat each half to death. Both were taken to the hospital for severe injuries and blood loss. New Edge likes skill yes.. But they made their name as a hardcore themed fed. They like violence, and pain and bloodshed. I’m not passin’ judgment, but you’re my daughter, I’m not going to throw you into the meat grinder until I am convinced you’re ready for it.”
Fiona nods. “Okay, well then let’s get started for now, but I’ll be comin’ back to this discussion later.”
Tera looks at her smartphone. “You’re being matched up against a Yank. Brandon. St. Louis, Missouri and apparently, he also is coming out of retirement.” Nathan nods. “Missouri? Probably won’t appreciate being called a yankee.” Foina chimes in. “Do they know the root of that and what it means?”
Nathan smiles. “Some do, most not so much. Doesn’t matter. They took a word the British made up to mock them and turned into a national identity to take pride in. I kinda admire that about Americans.” Tera rolls her eyes. “Only because that was before they beat the Brits in a War.” Nathan laughs. “I am always in favor of seeing the English humbled, tis true. Do we know what kinda fighter this man is?”
Tera nods. “Brawler. Reckless. Untrained baboon who thinks if he throws enough punches, he’ll find a way to win. Some technical ability but largely a.. What’s the term you and Kronin and others use?”
Nathan nods. “Garbage Wrestler.” Fiona raises an eyebrow. Nathan shrugs. “Old school term. In the old days, technical based wrestlers used it to describe people like Brandon and Valora. People who, like Brandon, lacked actual training or who, like Valora, relished in hardcore matches and liked to use weapons. The implication being these people can’t fight proper and so need to rely on weapons and such.”
Fiona nods. “Well an untrained opponent should be easy.” Nathan grins. “You’d think so, but their lack of training means they’re unpredictable. They might do something daft.. But since you’re not expecting it, it can still work or at least be harder to capitalize on. Lesson number 1, Fi. Never underestimate an opponent. Whether you love the person, like the person, dislike the person or hate them.. Everyone willing to step into the ring deserves respect. You are risking your health, your safety, your very life every time you enter that ring. Understand that. Respect that and respect those willing to risk themselves.”
Fiona nods, taking the lesson seriously and committing it to heart. “Okay, so why did you lie to Mr. Styles about not being a priest anymore?” Nathan smirks. “Because, people have a very specific picture of what a priest is and what they do and while I often do some of the more normal stuff a priest does, my main job is.. Much different. As such, being ‘undercover’ as a normal man, professional fighter and family man is a better option.”
Tera cuts in here. “How do you plan to make your public introductions?” Nathan winks. “A good question. Fi. Do me a favor and get on that infernal computer of yours and let’s see if Brandon has given us any public examples of what kind of man he is.”
Fiona rolls her eyes and opens her laptop. A few moments later, she has it on. “You can bless water, cast out demons, forgive sins and prepare souls for their transition to the afterlife but you can’t work a computer.” Nathan points. “Just make the blasted thing work. I could do it but the damn thing gives me attitude.”
Fiona smirks and searches for Brandon’s New Edge promos. She finds the debut promo and plays it. Nathan watches and jots down notes.
As the video comes to an end, Nathan looks up to Heaven. “Thank you Father. As always your bounties are great and my cup floweth over with your blessings.” He then looks at Fiona. “I could write a book on this man. The difficulty is merely choosing one sin.” He stands up, looking at Tera. “We need to borrow a Church.”
On Camera promo: St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, New Orleans, Louisiana:
The scene opens up to show Nathan in his priest outfit. He reaches up and adjusts the collar and clears his throat.
“Forgive me, New Edge fans, been awhile since I had to wear the formal garments, retirement and all. However, as the Church teaches, once a Priest, always a priest so.. Here goes.. Let’s see if I can still do this.” Nathan falls silent for a moment as he stares into the camera, leaning back in his seat as if considering. Taking his time before finally leaning forward once more.
“Do you know what your sin is, Brandon? I’m sure you don’t. On the surface you have so many. So I think we’ll do a bit of a game here. You fans watching this, take your best guess. For those of you who need a refresher or are brand new, this part of the Father Nathan promo is usually where I try to tie my opponent to one of the 7 Deadly Sins. If you don’t know what they are, hit the google machine. We do the honor system here so take your pick and be honest. Heavenly Father and his angels are always watching.”
After waiting a few moments, he nods. “Alright. Now that you all and Brandon have had time to think on it. I’ll ask again. Do you know what your sin is, Brandon?”
Nathan smirks. “Gluttony. I know, with your obsession for sex, why not Lust right?” Nathan clears his throat, narrowing his eyes. “You’re an alcoholic. You can’t control your alcohol. One drink is never enough, is it? Just one more. Just one more. Hey barkeep. Just one more. I swear, please God just one more..” Nathan nods. “Then the bill comes and you look at the 7,10,15 empty glasses or bottles. That, my friend, is gluttony. You brag about your drug use. You made reference to at least 3 if not more types of drugs in your rambling, verbal diarrhea you called an introduction. Gluttony. I imagine alcohol and drugs aren’t the only things you have too much of. Consuming and consuming.”
Nathan checks the list he wrote down. “Your suicidal ideations are exactly what I would expect to find in addicts and gluttons. You over indulge, suffer for it, and then.. Then the regret, the guilt, the disgust at the man you see in the mirror. Gets rough. But also, you’re torn and like addicts and people in your situation, you look for someone to blame. It can;t be your fault. It’s that damned woman who tempted me. Weakened me, took parts of me to feed herself. I’m sounding too depressed and pathetic, better make reference to being a god, because a little bit of blasphemy never hurt anyone, right?”
Nathan nods. “I suppose you’re waiting. Perhaps waiting for what you’ve heard from men in my position all your life. Waiting for words like. Reprobate. Degenerate. Pervert.” Nathan nods. “Well, I mean obviously you just heard them from me, but not as accusations. Not as judgments. Judgment is the purview of God. My job is to remind you that there is no such thing as beyond redemption. Ask for help. Ask for forgiveness, vow to try your best to improve and to get back in bounds and forgiveness can be yours.”
Nathan stands up. “That’s the good news. The bad news, this isn’t some late night infomercial. This is me pointing out that you and I have a fight scheduled. Jesse Styles brought us both out of retirement and our welcome back package apparently includes us beating the bejesus out of each other. Don’t look at the coming beating as a bad thing. Look at it as another kind of redemption. If you can’t verbally ask for forgiveness and do things the civilized and enlightened way. The two of us can explore whether you can bleed your sins out of you.”
Nathan pauses a second and smirks. “You’re welcome Jesse Styles. You wanted Father Nathan, you got Father Nathan. Brandon. I’ll see you at Ignite.”
The promo ends and Nathan removes the collar and lets out a breath. “Hmm.. tighter around the neck than I remember. I’m glad I dunnae have to wear this thing everyday anymore.” Fiona, helps her mother gather things and prepare to head out as she looks to Nathan. “So what next?” Nathan shrugs. “We wait, maybe see the sights. The fight will come soon enough. Then we see if your old man still has it.”