The Ladykiller...
Nov 29, 2019 18:16:52 GMT -5
Hobo, “The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, and 3 more like this
Post by VOSS HOLT on Nov 29, 2019 18:16:52 GMT -5
[Fade in.. to a fire blazing bright against the blue-black night sky. Slowly, the camera lowers and pulls back and we see the flames licking across the logs, every so often hissing and spitting showers of embers in all directions. An enormous outline can be seen beyond the flames and as the camera impossibly moves through the fire, the one and only Voss Holt can be seen sitting on a tree stump dressed in his dirty black boots and stonewash jeans. His upper body is exposed, showing layers upon layers of muscle and corded veins the size of rope, sweat glistening in the firelight. The Action Wrestling Television Title is laid across his lap and in his right hand he holds a bottle of what appears to be liquor, which he raises to his lips and takes a long pull.]
VOSS HOLT: Leave a man 'lone with 'is thoughts long 'nuff an' 'ventually reason takes a backseat. Ya start makin' up yer own idears 'bout what's wanted of ya..
[He raises the bottle to his lips again and takes another long pull, draining the bottle. He tosses the dregs into the fire, making it flare up and dance wildly and then casually tosses the empty bottle into the flames. He reaches down next to him in the darkness and comes back up with his soft pack of smokes, biting one out and lighting it with his Zippo-style lighter.]
VOSS HOLT: Ya think back an' forwards, try'n ta' figger out jus' what a man in yer position is 'posed ta' do in hard places. Think back on what yer mammy used ta' tell ya, what's right an' what's wrong. Ya battle with yerself 'bout con-see-quences an' what's righteous, ya know yer path an' ya follow it.. then jus' like that [he snaps his fingers], ya see that damn fork. Ya see yer path split in'ta two.. an' now, ya gotta decision ta' make..
[He takes a long drag off his smoke and stretches his tree-trunk legs out in front of him, steepling his hands across his belly.]
VOSS HOLT: Do ya do what ya knows right? Or do ya settle with th' monster inside an' let'im take tha' wheel, only guessin' at what that monster 'as planned. Ya'see, ev'r since I stepped foot in'ta Action Wrestlin', I been hollerin' fer a real challenge.. a real mountain ta' climb. But I've been flattenin' hills, movin' earth like a machine built fer it.. an' I ain't proud of what I done. Ain't proud'a buryin' women in shaller graves, ain't proud'a holdin' this 'ere thing [he glances at the title still across his lap] knowin' that my nex' battle will o'course be agains't some broad. Some hunnerd pound loudmouth with innerchangeable names... but I done think I have it figgerd.
[He sits forward and sighs, running his massive paws through his dark, wiry hair. He focuses in on the camera, eyes reflecting the fire on the outside... and in.]
VOSS HOLT: I finally know what's wanted of me, finally know which path ta' take at this 'ere fork. Tell ya true an' tell ya right now, I ain't proud, but I know I gots ta' do it. Know it ain't where I thought m'path would take me, but know it's where I gotta go. An' these feelins'a shame die a lil' bit more ev'ry time I do it, 'cause I know it's what 'as ta' be done...
[He takes another drag from the cigarette and exhales, the blue smoke mixing with the woodsmoke and fading into the night sky.]
VOSS HOLT: So come Clash, 'ere on _my_ stompin' grounds, I walk th' path that I must. I step inna that squared-circle an' do what I mus'...
[Voss flicks the cigarette butt into the fire and spits out the side of his mouth, sitting up as the Television Title falls to the ground, unnoticed. His eyes now matching the inferno blazing away infront of him.]
VOSS HOLT: I'm gon' put Rew-eez an' Marzz in'ta th' dirt. If this is th' path I haft'a walk, y'can be _damn_ sure I'm gon' be stompin' down it. An' if you ladies think ol' Voss ain't got th' stones ta' commit, yer in fer a world'a fuckin' hurt. M'eyes'r open wide an' ev'r'thang is clear as a summer Texas sky.. hurtin' yas is what I haft'a do. Hurtin' yas is what's gon' move me up th' ladder and hurtin' yas is what has ta' happen.
[Voss stands from the stump, now towering over the blazing bonfire in front of him. Reaching down and grabbing the title, he throws it over one massive shoulder before continuing.]
VOSS HOLT: Reckon th' best thing fer yas 'ta do is rethink yer walkin' down that ramp. Ain't nobody gon' think any less of yas fer not facin' the monster that will be waitin' fer ya... 'fact, may make yas look like ya have a bit o' sense. Thinkin' yer thinkin' ya got too much pride ta' go 'n do a thang like that... jus' remember that pride ain't payin' yer bills. Pride ain't gon' carry yer carcasess outta _my_ ring... an' pride sure as hell ain't gon' stop me from doin' what has'ta be done.
[He winks, the bastard.]
VOSS HOLT: Come Monday night.. yer fixin' ta' meet th' monster.
[And with that he casually walks away, the camera still focused on that raging fire and continues to zoom in until the screen is filled with pure white hot. And then... black.]
VOSS HOLT: Leave a man 'lone with 'is thoughts long 'nuff an' 'ventually reason takes a backseat. Ya start makin' up yer own idears 'bout what's wanted of ya..
[He raises the bottle to his lips again and takes another long pull, draining the bottle. He tosses the dregs into the fire, making it flare up and dance wildly and then casually tosses the empty bottle into the flames. He reaches down next to him in the darkness and comes back up with his soft pack of smokes, biting one out and lighting it with his Zippo-style lighter.]
VOSS HOLT: Ya think back an' forwards, try'n ta' figger out jus' what a man in yer position is 'posed ta' do in hard places. Think back on what yer mammy used ta' tell ya, what's right an' what's wrong. Ya battle with yerself 'bout con-see-quences an' what's righteous, ya know yer path an' ya follow it.. then jus' like that [he snaps his fingers], ya see that damn fork. Ya see yer path split in'ta two.. an' now, ya gotta decision ta' make..
[He takes a long drag off his smoke and stretches his tree-trunk legs out in front of him, steepling his hands across his belly.]
VOSS HOLT: Do ya do what ya knows right? Or do ya settle with th' monster inside an' let'im take tha' wheel, only guessin' at what that monster 'as planned. Ya'see, ev'r since I stepped foot in'ta Action Wrestlin', I been hollerin' fer a real challenge.. a real mountain ta' climb. But I've been flattenin' hills, movin' earth like a machine built fer it.. an' I ain't proud of what I done. Ain't proud'a buryin' women in shaller graves, ain't proud'a holdin' this 'ere thing [he glances at the title still across his lap] knowin' that my nex' battle will o'course be agains't some broad. Some hunnerd pound loudmouth with innerchangeable names... but I done think I have it figgerd.
[He sits forward and sighs, running his massive paws through his dark, wiry hair. He focuses in on the camera, eyes reflecting the fire on the outside... and in.]
VOSS HOLT: I finally know what's wanted of me, finally know which path ta' take at this 'ere fork. Tell ya true an' tell ya right now, I ain't proud, but I know I gots ta' do it. Know it ain't where I thought m'path would take me, but know it's where I gotta go. An' these feelins'a shame die a lil' bit more ev'ry time I do it, 'cause I know it's what 'as ta' be done...
[He takes another drag from the cigarette and exhales, the blue smoke mixing with the woodsmoke and fading into the night sky.]
VOSS HOLT: So come Clash, 'ere on _my_ stompin' grounds, I walk th' path that I must. I step inna that squared-circle an' do what I mus'...
[Voss flicks the cigarette butt into the fire and spits out the side of his mouth, sitting up as the Television Title falls to the ground, unnoticed. His eyes now matching the inferno blazing away infront of him.]
VOSS HOLT: I'm gon' put Rew-eez an' Marzz in'ta th' dirt. If this is th' path I haft'a walk, y'can be _damn_ sure I'm gon' be stompin' down it. An' if you ladies think ol' Voss ain't got th' stones ta' commit, yer in fer a world'a fuckin' hurt. M'eyes'r open wide an' ev'r'thang is clear as a summer Texas sky.. hurtin' yas is what I haft'a do. Hurtin' yas is what's gon' move me up th' ladder and hurtin' yas is what has ta' happen.
[Voss stands from the stump, now towering over the blazing bonfire in front of him. Reaching down and grabbing the title, he throws it over one massive shoulder before continuing.]
VOSS HOLT: Reckon th' best thing fer yas 'ta do is rethink yer walkin' down that ramp. Ain't nobody gon' think any less of yas fer not facin' the monster that will be waitin' fer ya... 'fact, may make yas look like ya have a bit o' sense. Thinkin' yer thinkin' ya got too much pride ta' go 'n do a thang like that... jus' remember that pride ain't payin' yer bills. Pride ain't gon' carry yer carcasess outta _my_ ring... an' pride sure as hell ain't gon' stop me from doin' what has'ta be done.
[He winks, the bastard.]
VOSS HOLT: Come Monday night.. yer fixin' ta' meet th' monster.
[And with that he casually walks away, the camera still focused on that raging fire and continues to zoom in until the screen is filled with pure white hot. And then... black.]