A hunter, a killer..
Nov 13, 2019 21:56:37 GMT -5
“The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, Lissie Hope, and 2 more like this
Post by VOSS HOLT on Nov 13, 2019 21:56:37 GMT -5
[Fade in.. and the camera moves slowly down a dirt trail. Trees on both sides making kind of a canopy above, but still letting through plenty of daylight. The sounds of forest coming from everywhere and echoing off of everything; crickets, birds, cicadias and a whole bevy of other sounds that can't be deciphered. Casually strolling down the dirt path is the mountain of a man, Voss Holt who has one of those grins plastered all over his face. He's dressed in a pair of black boots, black cargo pants and a white thermal long sleeve that shows off every muscle in his huge torso. In one hand he was a long wooden pole with a spearhead fixed to one end and a small metal spike on the other and on his hip you can see the sheath of a buck knife, which has to be at least ten inches long. He reaches into his side pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes along with his Zippo-style lighter and bites one from the soft pack, lighting it and taking a long drag before returning them to the pocket. He begins to speak in that rumbling voice and southern slang.]
VOSS HOLT: Hate ta say I tol' ya so...
[He takes another long drag and holds it a moment before exhaling, the smile returning to his face.]
VOSS HOLT: But I fuckin' tol' ya so.. I been sayin' it since day one. When I came ta Action Wrestlin' I had one purpose an' one purpose only. An' that's ta inflict as much pain an' punishment on ev'erone that had the stones ta' git in that squared circle with me. An' I think I done a damn good job, don'cha? First fella, ol' Raymond.. I practically buried th' bum. He liked ta' run 'is mouth, thought he was one of them tough guys.. thought he was a cowboy. Came in ta' that ring wit' hopes an' dreams, thought ol' Voss was gonna be a walk in the park. Wasn't, wasn't it son? Fact is, I made you hang 'em up.. ain't been seen since I manhandled ya. Fuckin' coward..
[He takes another drag of his cigarette and pauses a moment to cup his ear, looking side to side. Apparently satisfied with what he's heard, he continues his casual stroll.]
VOSS HOLT: Speakin'a fuckin' cowards, ol' Nee-ro Sin must'a had his fill too. After I wiped th' mat with 'is carcass as well. That yella belly was so scared of ol' Voss he coudn't even speak, not one fuckin' word. An' again, that bastard is gone with th' wind.. one time in the ring was enough an' I made him hang up th' boots as well. Gotta knack fer takin' careers, it would seem.
[He pauses and cups his ear again, listening. After a moment, he lowers his hand and continues on.]
VOSS HOLT: An' that lil' display of violence went and done did what it was 'posed to.. seems th' brass finally realized what they got in a monster like me. Now they're givin' me a chance ta' capture some Action Wrestlin' gold, chance ta' climb that there ladder. The Television Title.. it's a start, must say. After I add that trophy ta' my collection I got my sights set on th' biggun'. Can't say I feel too good 'bout takin' a belt offa some broad, can't really say I wanna smash 'er ta' bits, chew 'er up an' spit 'er out. S'a fuckin' girl fer chrissake, can't weigh more'n'a buck, an' that's soaken wet. Them's th' fuckin' breaks, eh?
[Just ahead and to the left, something tears out from the treeline and starts barelling down the path toward Voss. As it gets closer really quickly, you can now make out that it's a boar and a fucking big one, thing has to easily weigh a thousand pounds. Voss brings his spear to the ready and enters a slight crouch as the boar continues hammering down the path, throwing dirt and debris everywhere. At the last moment, Voss lunges out with his spear and does a roll off to the side..
!!!SNAP!!!
... and the spear breaks in two, leaving the spearhead buried in its flank. It tears off back into the treeline as Voss comes to his feet and waits at the ready, buck knife drawn.]
VOSS HOLT: Ariel Shadows, ya gotta 'bout as much chance as this 'ere boar I'm huntin', which ain't no chance at all. An' ya know the fuckin' thing? I don't like hittin' on women, honest. Ma rasied me right an' I learned as a young'n that ya don't hit on no women, no matter. An' I stood by that all m'life, just don' think it's right, yanno? Fortunetly for me Ariel, you think you can run with th' big dogs.. you think that by wrestlin', that puts you on my level. Now I don' care who you are or what color yer skin is, boy or girl.. you step inna' that ring with me, I'll show ya in all kinds'a hurtful ways you ain't on my level. Polish up that belt for me, won'cha? Cause there ain't no fuckin' way I'm lettin' ya walk outta that ring with that title, that's a damn fact...
[Just as he finishes the boar appears a bit further down the trail, wooden pole still sticking out of it's body. With a better look now, you can see the tusks and just how big they are. Voss slips into a crouch and stalks the pig as it continues to wail and scream in anger. The boar turns, spots Voss and takes off bolting toward him, while Voss enters his crouch and throws his buck knife to the ground, his only weapon. Just as the boar closes in, Voss dives and meets it head on, both screaming and snarling, throwing spit into each others faces. The camera fades out as the fight continues.]
VOSS HOLT: Hate ta say I tol' ya so...
[He takes another long drag and holds it a moment before exhaling, the smile returning to his face.]
VOSS HOLT: But I fuckin' tol' ya so.. I been sayin' it since day one. When I came ta Action Wrestlin' I had one purpose an' one purpose only. An' that's ta inflict as much pain an' punishment on ev'erone that had the stones ta' git in that squared circle with me. An' I think I done a damn good job, don'cha? First fella, ol' Raymond.. I practically buried th' bum. He liked ta' run 'is mouth, thought he was one of them tough guys.. thought he was a cowboy. Came in ta' that ring wit' hopes an' dreams, thought ol' Voss was gonna be a walk in the park. Wasn't, wasn't it son? Fact is, I made you hang 'em up.. ain't been seen since I manhandled ya. Fuckin' coward..
[He takes another drag of his cigarette and pauses a moment to cup his ear, looking side to side. Apparently satisfied with what he's heard, he continues his casual stroll.]
VOSS HOLT: Speakin'a fuckin' cowards, ol' Nee-ro Sin must'a had his fill too. After I wiped th' mat with 'is carcass as well. That yella belly was so scared of ol' Voss he coudn't even speak, not one fuckin' word. An' again, that bastard is gone with th' wind.. one time in the ring was enough an' I made him hang up th' boots as well. Gotta knack fer takin' careers, it would seem.
[He pauses and cups his ear again, listening. After a moment, he lowers his hand and continues on.]
VOSS HOLT: An' that lil' display of violence went and done did what it was 'posed to.. seems th' brass finally realized what they got in a monster like me. Now they're givin' me a chance ta' capture some Action Wrestlin' gold, chance ta' climb that there ladder. The Television Title.. it's a start, must say. After I add that trophy ta' my collection I got my sights set on th' biggun'. Can't say I feel too good 'bout takin' a belt offa some broad, can't really say I wanna smash 'er ta' bits, chew 'er up an' spit 'er out. S'a fuckin' girl fer chrissake, can't weigh more'n'a buck, an' that's soaken wet. Them's th' fuckin' breaks, eh?
[Just ahead and to the left, something tears out from the treeline and starts barelling down the path toward Voss. As it gets closer really quickly, you can now make out that it's a boar and a fucking big one, thing has to easily weigh a thousand pounds. Voss brings his spear to the ready and enters a slight crouch as the boar continues hammering down the path, throwing dirt and debris everywhere. At the last moment, Voss lunges out with his spear and does a roll off to the side..
!!!SNAP!!!
... and the spear breaks in two, leaving the spearhead buried in its flank. It tears off back into the treeline as Voss comes to his feet and waits at the ready, buck knife drawn.]
VOSS HOLT: Ariel Shadows, ya gotta 'bout as much chance as this 'ere boar I'm huntin', which ain't no chance at all. An' ya know the fuckin' thing? I don't like hittin' on women, honest. Ma rasied me right an' I learned as a young'n that ya don't hit on no women, no matter. An' I stood by that all m'life, just don' think it's right, yanno? Fortunetly for me Ariel, you think you can run with th' big dogs.. you think that by wrestlin', that puts you on my level. Now I don' care who you are or what color yer skin is, boy or girl.. you step inna' that ring with me, I'll show ya in all kinds'a hurtful ways you ain't on my level. Polish up that belt for me, won'cha? Cause there ain't no fuckin' way I'm lettin' ya walk outta that ring with that title, that's a damn fact...
[Just as he finishes the boar appears a bit further down the trail, wooden pole still sticking out of it's body. With a better look now, you can see the tusks and just how big they are. Voss slips into a crouch and stalks the pig as it continues to wail and scream in anger. The boar turns, spots Voss and takes off bolting toward him, while Voss enters his crouch and throws his buck knife to the ground, his only weapon. Just as the boar closes in, Voss dives and meets it head on, both screaming and snarling, throwing spit into each others faces. The camera fades out as the fight continues.]