Post by Nate Pierce on Jul 14, 2023 3:50:48 GMT
The sound of fists slamming into heavy padding slightly reverbs in the camera as it pans into one of the many warehouses on the docks of New Haven, the sound of a chain jiggling bit by bit adding to the quiet atmosphere. In due time, the shot reveals Nate Pierce aggressively slugging the punching bag in front of him, grunting with each fierce shot that makes the bag sway in the air for a moment’s time. He continues to lay into it for several passing moments, hits becoming more and more violent with each attack until The Whaler eventually seizes the bag entirely, pulling and yanking it every which way that causes the chain to buckle and hitch from each snap movement. The metal creaks and strains in response until with one bassy yell, the New England native rips the bag from its spot, breaking the chain and slamming the bag down into ground with a thunderous thud.
Nate: “Fuck!”
He slams both of his fists against the bag, visibly full of rage and spite for his current predicament.
Nate: “I had it….I had it, and STILL…the damned bastard gets away with the prize like the thief he is. God dammit all!”
Nate fiercely kicks at the bag, letting out a low growl.
Nate: “He’ll regret it…he will get his comeuppance again one of these days I swear by it…”
Picking up the punching bag with a small groan, Nate hauls up and over one shoulder but chucking it aside off screen with a disgruntled sigh. His hands are caked in dirt and dust, knuckles quite red from the duration of his vent session.
Nate: “Focus, Nate, focus….grrrr. This isn’t about Alastor now…this is about C. The man who I should’ve been facing later, not now. All I had to do was just patiently wait and things would’ve been okay, things would’ve gone swimmingly. If I lost then, so what? People would’ve been cheering one way or another but now…I can’t even provide that.”
Nate moves his hands to his hips, loudly and heavily sighing at the predicament.
Nate: “All the chivalry and sensible honor I tried to hold up…was there really meaning behind it? Was it even a strong enough foundation to stand upon? Guess not, but…anything that burns down can always rise back up to make something anew….or in this case…rise from the depths…”
He dusts his hands together, small clouds of dust kicking up from the motions before quickly fading away. A low growl rumbles in The Whaler’s throat as he contemplates his options.
Nate: “The past is the past at this point…and I have a future that has to start from the ground up once more, and C is the premature hurdle I have to climb over in order to get back up to speed again. What was even so grand about this guy when he failed in his championship endeavors for Infinite gold? Why is he considered special in some shape or form? All he got was a lucky break to gift himself a title opportunity and I’ve seen jack shite from him ever since the occasion. While he sat back to recuperate, I busted my ass to overcome all the odds that were stacked against me that same night to become the then latest National Openweight Champion. I was this company’s sign of CHANGE but instead they turned it around and decided to shove it back up my ass.”
An unintelligible shout emits from the big man, shouting into the emptiness of the warehouse.
Nate: “Screwed again and again in matches like this…what do they want from me? A statement? I’ll give them one to fucking remember. C will get to play the victim, and rightfully so come our meeting. All this honor and chivalry I’ve been following like a creed…seems like Ishmael might’ve been onto something. It could only carry me so far, but….this is where that ship docks.”
His hands tighten up into fists, jaw clenching for a brief moment before going slack.
Nate: “That damned loss has cut open the skin of a now rotting carcass, letting the water be stained with its mark to invite any and all sharks to take a bite to sate their bloodlust. I’ll be one of those sharks since that’s all there seems to be swimming in these waters, just teeming with them. C…you aren’t a challenge….you’re chum to when it comes to Main Event Nate. All the times I’ve ever been in the main event spotlight for these kinds of things, my record has been one of the best that his company has seen with the likes of MYOJIN and the people I’ve barrelled through to stay in that spotlight. Hank Haggard Jr., The Novas, and now I get to add your name to that bloody list.”
He slashes at this throat with his thumb.
Nate: “This drop of blood is enough to put me in a frenzy of making sure that IPW knows I’m no longer pussy footing around like I have been since I signed on with them. I wanted to hold off on fully embracing this new side that was shown to me by PRICE and Spike, but now….now’s the time to truly embrace chaos into my lifestyle.”
The Whaler rubs his hands along his face, dirt and grime covering various spots of it as he lets out another growl.
Nate: “I’m no longer that damned Whaler you’ve all come to know…I’m a fucking Shark is what I am. One Great White to rule the waters…and a sea of prey that will acknowledge its apex predator. I don’t care how badly I have to break C over my knee to get the message across. This, this, is who Nate Pierce has become not just because of Alastor or because of the fact that I’m having to face C now rather than later…but because IPW SCREWED. ME!”
Another roar bellows from the heart of the big man.
Nate: “Blood for The Shark….Blood for The Shark…you will bleed for me…”
Nate: “Fuck!”
He slams both of his fists against the bag, visibly full of rage and spite for his current predicament.
Nate: “I had it….I had it, and STILL…the damned bastard gets away with the prize like the thief he is. God dammit all!”
Nate fiercely kicks at the bag, letting out a low growl.
Nate: “He’ll regret it…he will get his comeuppance again one of these days I swear by it…”
Picking up the punching bag with a small groan, Nate hauls up and over one shoulder but chucking it aside off screen with a disgruntled sigh. His hands are caked in dirt and dust, knuckles quite red from the duration of his vent session.
Nate: “Focus, Nate, focus….grrrr. This isn’t about Alastor now…this is about C. The man who I should’ve been facing later, not now. All I had to do was just patiently wait and things would’ve been okay, things would’ve gone swimmingly. If I lost then, so what? People would’ve been cheering one way or another but now…I can’t even provide that.”
Nate moves his hands to his hips, loudly and heavily sighing at the predicament.
Nate: “All the chivalry and sensible honor I tried to hold up…was there really meaning behind it? Was it even a strong enough foundation to stand upon? Guess not, but…anything that burns down can always rise back up to make something anew….or in this case…rise from the depths…”
He dusts his hands together, small clouds of dust kicking up from the motions before quickly fading away. A low growl rumbles in The Whaler’s throat as he contemplates his options.
Nate: “The past is the past at this point…and I have a future that has to start from the ground up once more, and C is the premature hurdle I have to climb over in order to get back up to speed again. What was even so grand about this guy when he failed in his championship endeavors for Infinite gold? Why is he considered special in some shape or form? All he got was a lucky break to gift himself a title opportunity and I’ve seen jack shite from him ever since the occasion. While he sat back to recuperate, I busted my ass to overcome all the odds that were stacked against me that same night to become the then latest National Openweight Champion. I was this company’s sign of CHANGE but instead they turned it around and decided to shove it back up my ass.”
An unintelligible shout emits from the big man, shouting into the emptiness of the warehouse.
Nate: “Screwed again and again in matches like this…what do they want from me? A statement? I’ll give them one to fucking remember. C will get to play the victim, and rightfully so come our meeting. All this honor and chivalry I’ve been following like a creed…seems like Ishmael might’ve been onto something. It could only carry me so far, but….this is where that ship docks.”
His hands tighten up into fists, jaw clenching for a brief moment before going slack.
Nate: “That damned loss has cut open the skin of a now rotting carcass, letting the water be stained with its mark to invite any and all sharks to take a bite to sate their bloodlust. I’ll be one of those sharks since that’s all there seems to be swimming in these waters, just teeming with them. C…you aren’t a challenge….you’re chum to when it comes to Main Event Nate. All the times I’ve ever been in the main event spotlight for these kinds of things, my record has been one of the best that his company has seen with the likes of MYOJIN and the people I’ve barrelled through to stay in that spotlight. Hank Haggard Jr., The Novas, and now I get to add your name to that bloody list.”
He slashes at this throat with his thumb.
Nate: “This drop of blood is enough to put me in a frenzy of making sure that IPW knows I’m no longer pussy footing around like I have been since I signed on with them. I wanted to hold off on fully embracing this new side that was shown to me by PRICE and Spike, but now….now’s the time to truly embrace chaos into my lifestyle.”
The Whaler rubs his hands along his face, dirt and grime covering various spots of it as he lets out another growl.
Nate: “I’m no longer that damned Whaler you’ve all come to know…I’m a fucking Shark is what I am. One Great White to rule the waters…and a sea of prey that will acknowledge its apex predator. I don’t care how badly I have to break C over my knee to get the message across. This, this, is who Nate Pierce has become not just because of Alastor or because of the fact that I’m having to face C now rather than later…but because IPW SCREWED. ME!”
Another roar bellows from the heart of the big man.
Nate: “Blood for The Shark….Blood for The Shark…you will bleed for me…”