Post by Nate Pierce on Oct 19, 2022 5:42:51 GMT
Nate: “What a time it has been thus far.”
The shot opens up to Nate Pierce, currently using a pair of curling barbells somewhere in one of the fishery warehouses.
Nate: “Had my first match some time ago and came away with the victory in that one…even if it was a bit underhanded by my own standards but let’s be real: Not the first nor the last time a multi-man match with me involved in the mix is going to end in a similar fashion. I just have to look at my return match with AXW to prove that point, but that isn’t the European based promotion I’ve come to new terms with.”
A grunt escapes him as he curls both biceps, soon letting them go lax.
Nate: “Here in Infinite Pro, I’ve been placed in something I haven’t seen in years since my debut for Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and that’s a tag team match. Last time I was tossed into such a festive occasion, things….well, had an interesting end to them.”
Nate lets a chuckle escape him.
Nate: “Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean I should approach this occasion any more light-hearted or carefree, especially given that my partner-in-crime for this upcoming night is the man who was infamously stabbed. One Spike Kane, and management has decided to test this rather rag-tag team of a man who stands as a pillar of violence and carnage and fisherman against a literal Nobody and…whatever the hell a Xoltol Hun is. Sounds like something out of a Final Fantasy game.”
He shrugs as he curls another rep.
Nate: “Joe, my guy, we’ve fought before in the past. Hell, it was the last time I even actively competed in the ring but we both know what happened: I won, and you lost. The third party involved is a forgotten memory by this point, much like how most seem to forget that your name is even on the roster sheet to begin with. Even with a showing in the Rumble, you still failed to make even a dent of impression with everyone involved. Thirty five seconds…thirty-five too many if I’m being quite honest but thank god someone made sure you were in and out faster than your father’s pull-out game. Seriously, I forgot you even participated in that match until I rewatched the tape.”
A hearty laugh tumbles from his lips.
Nate: “As always, you continue to prove just exactly why your last name is Nobody, because that’s all you’ve been in the time that I’ve arrived. I took my shot at the first target and found the bullseye, and the occasion after that, I made people stand on their feet in a wave of screaming cheers as I stepped out onto the stage at Royal Crown. When’s the last time you ever made the fans do that? Probably never. No one cheers for someone with just a name slapped on their person, people cheer because of what they already know about the person standing in that ring. People know me, and know exactly what I’m capable of. Winning, surviving a horde, taking my shots when the opportunity is ripe…and that’s what makes me dangerous in whatever match I get placed in. I excel…where you fail. Simple as that.”
Another couple of reps occur before Pierce sets the barbells down with a heavy thud, granting himself a moment’s respite from the weight of them.
Nate: “Of course, Joe ain’t the only nobody in this match. He’s got himself a temporary ally in this…Xoltol Hun chick that came in from the indies. What in the hell does that even mean? Eh, matters not. At least I was able to translate the nickname she has on hand. Something along the lines of being the ‘Goddess of Death’ but…”
Nate stifles a momentary chuckle, the soreness in his arms preventing him from going in for a full belly laugh.
Nate: “The only Death that comes with her is the career she carries with her: deadweight. It’s amounted to nothing this far…actually now it makes a lot of sense as to why she’s been pitted with Joe. Two wrongs don’t make a right, and her being slapped together with him is just further proof that the equation does not work. If she wanted me to take her seriously, she’d at least have a win to her name but skimming through the tapes I’ve literally jack shit. Sure, there was a banger of a match against the likes of Johnny Five but who lost in that one again? Oh, right. Xoltol Hun. Compared to your fellow luchador in Hanzo, you’ve amounted to the usual expectations most would see in rookies trying to move up from the minnows to the sharks and it’s biting you in the ass so hard. Now you’re having to deal with not only me, but motherfucking Spike Kane to boot. Do you honestly believe there is a chance you can survive such a chaotic storm? I’ll answer the question for you: Not. A. Chance. In. Hell.”
He gives the camera a small cut-throat gesture.
Nate: “The only thing you’ll be getting from us is a one-way ticket to Davy Jones’ locker once we’re done with the both of you and toss you overboard. The Nobodies that no one will remember, set to be swept up in the storm surge that awaits them at Adrenaline X. I wouldn’t even bother trying to flop about on the deck because here’s the truth: You’ll wind up gutted one way or another and turned into chum. Hope you like sleeping with the fishes, because that's where you'll be resting by the end of the night.”
Pierce huffs out one last exhale before taking his leave from the shot, the sound of a door audibly opening and then closing before the screen fades to black.
The shot opens up to Nate Pierce, currently using a pair of curling barbells somewhere in one of the fishery warehouses.
Nate: “Had my first match some time ago and came away with the victory in that one…even if it was a bit underhanded by my own standards but let’s be real: Not the first nor the last time a multi-man match with me involved in the mix is going to end in a similar fashion. I just have to look at my return match with AXW to prove that point, but that isn’t the European based promotion I’ve come to new terms with.”
A grunt escapes him as he curls both biceps, soon letting them go lax.
Nate: “Here in Infinite Pro, I’ve been placed in something I haven’t seen in years since my debut for Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling and that’s a tag team match. Last time I was tossed into such a festive occasion, things….well, had an interesting end to them.”
Nate lets a chuckle escape him.
Nate: “Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean I should approach this occasion any more light-hearted or carefree, especially given that my partner-in-crime for this upcoming night is the man who was infamously stabbed. One Spike Kane, and management has decided to test this rather rag-tag team of a man who stands as a pillar of violence and carnage and fisherman against a literal Nobody and…whatever the hell a Xoltol Hun is. Sounds like something out of a Final Fantasy game.”
He shrugs as he curls another rep.
Nate: “Joe, my guy, we’ve fought before in the past. Hell, it was the last time I even actively competed in the ring but we both know what happened: I won, and you lost. The third party involved is a forgotten memory by this point, much like how most seem to forget that your name is even on the roster sheet to begin with. Even with a showing in the Rumble, you still failed to make even a dent of impression with everyone involved. Thirty five seconds…thirty-five too many if I’m being quite honest but thank god someone made sure you were in and out faster than your father’s pull-out game. Seriously, I forgot you even participated in that match until I rewatched the tape.”
A hearty laugh tumbles from his lips.
Nate: “As always, you continue to prove just exactly why your last name is Nobody, because that’s all you’ve been in the time that I’ve arrived. I took my shot at the first target and found the bullseye, and the occasion after that, I made people stand on their feet in a wave of screaming cheers as I stepped out onto the stage at Royal Crown. When’s the last time you ever made the fans do that? Probably never. No one cheers for someone with just a name slapped on their person, people cheer because of what they already know about the person standing in that ring. People know me, and know exactly what I’m capable of. Winning, surviving a horde, taking my shots when the opportunity is ripe…and that’s what makes me dangerous in whatever match I get placed in. I excel…where you fail. Simple as that.”
Another couple of reps occur before Pierce sets the barbells down with a heavy thud, granting himself a moment’s respite from the weight of them.
Nate: “Of course, Joe ain’t the only nobody in this match. He’s got himself a temporary ally in this…Xoltol Hun chick that came in from the indies. What in the hell does that even mean? Eh, matters not. At least I was able to translate the nickname she has on hand. Something along the lines of being the ‘Goddess of Death’ but…”
Nate stifles a momentary chuckle, the soreness in his arms preventing him from going in for a full belly laugh.
Nate: “The only Death that comes with her is the career she carries with her: deadweight. It’s amounted to nothing this far…actually now it makes a lot of sense as to why she’s been pitted with Joe. Two wrongs don’t make a right, and her being slapped together with him is just further proof that the equation does not work. If she wanted me to take her seriously, she’d at least have a win to her name but skimming through the tapes I’ve literally jack shit. Sure, there was a banger of a match against the likes of Johnny Five but who lost in that one again? Oh, right. Xoltol Hun. Compared to your fellow luchador in Hanzo, you’ve amounted to the usual expectations most would see in rookies trying to move up from the minnows to the sharks and it’s biting you in the ass so hard. Now you’re having to deal with not only me, but motherfucking Spike Kane to boot. Do you honestly believe there is a chance you can survive such a chaotic storm? I’ll answer the question for you: Not. A. Chance. In. Hell.”
He gives the camera a small cut-throat gesture.
Nate: “The only thing you’ll be getting from us is a one-way ticket to Davy Jones’ locker once we’re done with the both of you and toss you overboard. The Nobodies that no one will remember, set to be swept up in the storm surge that awaits them at Adrenaline X. I wouldn’t even bother trying to flop about on the deck because here’s the truth: You’ll wind up gutted one way or another and turned into chum. Hope you like sleeping with the fishes, because that's where you'll be resting by the end of the night.”
Pierce huffs out one last exhale before taking his leave from the shot, the sound of a door audibly opening and then closing before the screen fades to black.