Post by ChicagoMade on Nov 2, 2013 16:32:23 GMT
Time: 10:10 PM
Date: October 29, 2013
Location: Seattle, Washington
The scene slowly fades into the starry night sky of Seattle. This city has had a long history within America and strangely within all of it's talk and hype...it has been regarded as one of America's worst cities. The weather, the crime rate, the overall general feeling you get as you walk through the streets. It all makes you feel uneasy and maybe even a tad irritated. The camera pans down slowly to see two men walking down the sidewalk. They go to pass by but they're shoulders collide into one other.
Man #1:
Hey Jackass, watch where you're going!
The other man turns and throws his arms up in hostility,
Man #2:
What'd you say punk!?
Man #1:
Did I stutter?
The men get in each others faces and make idle threats toward each other.
Man #2:
Don't make me stomp my foot in your sorry ass.
Man #1:
Bring it on asshole!
Just as the scene begins to fire up the camera turns to see yet another man walking down the sidewalk. This man is tattoo'd almost from head to toe. However unlike the other two men he stands there and watches the scene with a smirk. He watches as the two men shove each other and then watches as the start to throw punches.
Tattoo'd Man:
Such pure emotion, such wonderful emotion...four letters, but only one word...HATE.
The man smiles as he watches the other guys beat the high holy hell out of each other before continuing to walk down the sidewalk.
Tattoo'd Man:
Hate, an emotion that drives humanity's very existence. An emotion that human being personify and express every single day wither we know it or not. You see everybody hates something. Maybe it's that prick of a next door neighbor that gives you crap about every single thing you do. Maybe it's a famous celebrity that you feel shouldn't be anywhere near famous as they are, maybe it's the slut you used to hang out with that only saw you as a friend and nothing more, yet opened her legs to every Rom, Dick, and Harry that asked her too. Hell maybe it's not even a person you hate...maybe you hate your shitty cell phone or computer, maybe you hate that worthless ass car that breaks down with every move....or maybe....maybe you hate your life. Maybe every morning when you wake up and look in the mirror you begin to feel utterly sick at what is staring back at you. You feel sick at what is taunting you...
The man's calm and cool voice feels the night sky as he what sounds like preaching continues.
Tattoo'd Man:
I've experienced this emotion, and I've accepted it....I've come to love it, and it has come to love me aswell. My name is Isaac Rox and I am "The Saint of Hate" You see like the two gentlemen you just saw earlier has shown you...even the smallest things can make you snap. It's that easy...hell I could make you feel hateful in a number of way anywhere from telling you that you're shirt looks ugly...to me going up and smacking your girlfriend's ass..anything and everything triggers that emotion. However I'm different case scenario.
Isaac stops dead in his tracks.
Isaac Rox:
You see as I said earlier I've dealt with this emotion, and I've accept this emotion. I have no reason to get mad, I have to reason to display anger...you see for me...hate is like that whore at the end of every street corner. Every time I use her and send her off on her way she keeps coming back for more. We share a dirty love for one another. I truly don't give a single damn about anything that goes on because I've already lived it. I've been richer than Bill Gates, and then I've been as poor as a street bum. I've lived in beautiful houses, and I've lived in cardboard boxes. I've had the love of my life....and then I watched as she ripped my heart to shreds. I've broken bones, I've dealt with death, hell I've watched everyone I even remotely cared about die long ago. I walk these dirty streets in this scumbag of a city and I love it. The old Isaac Rox, the Isaac Rox that cared died way before any of this.
Isaac slumps down back against a streetlight as he stares into the night. His eyes truly reflecting an abyss of filth and scum.
Isaac Rox:
That's why I took up wrestling. Not only does it give me the chance to spread my punishment, but I can witness more and more people hate. I can watch as that whore I used, uses each and every one of you and I can sit back and enjoy every single bit of it. I've been called it all...I've been called sick, I've been labeled as a reject, a freak, a loser, a bastard...and you know what? It's all true and I love each and every term. Because I know at the end of the day when the dust is settled I'm going to be the only person standing within a sea of broken and dead bodies.
Isaac turns and looks at the camera.
Isaac Rox:
Which brings me to UPW. Now I had contract offers literally coming from anywhere and everywhere. I had offers coming in from EoV, from WWO, from EWC, from NEW...but I choose this place. I choose the place with the least popularity. I choose the place that would have people scratching their heads in confusion over. I choose this place for one reason and one reason only, and that is to put the wheels in motion. I want to get the gears turning and what better place to do that then a place the literally doesn't give a damn about what happens. Ultraviolent Pro Wrestling an underground shit hole with a cult following, a place that flips off any sort of order and sits back and watches the massacre unfold. A place that is now going through a re-birth.
Isaac looks up at the sky and smiles
Isaac Rox:
And I'm apart of the mix. Zakk Webb and Victor Barnett...Two men that were born from the original version of UPW. Two men that were full of so much potential. Zakk Webb who went by a different name at the time was a former member of the group known as "The Cure" after that he formed a tag team with Damion Stone and together they won a shot at the tag titles...but then.....then just disappeared without a trace. Victor Barnett perhaps the most underrated performer from the original version. He came into the company as a tag team performer, but quickly transitioned into a single performer with a brash attitude. Last we saw of him he was a front runner for a shot at the United States Championship. So there is no doubt that I have a big match ahead of me.
Isaac sighs heavily.
Isaac Rox:
It's just sad that these two talented young individuals are going to be the first of many to experience just what I'm capable of. You see right now all you are hearing is my bark and that...well that is never fun, but come High Voltage when that bell rings and the lights shine. This bark is going to turn into a one hell of a bite, and for UPW's sake I hope they have good medical staff on hand. Zakk Webb and Victor Barnett I hope you two gentlemen prepare yourselves to experience just what it means to truly feel hated.
Isaac stands up and walks off the screen. The camera looks down and there in a pile of dirt we see the kanji symbol for hate along with the words "Yours Truly Isaac" The camera then fades to black.
Date: October 29, 2013
Location: Seattle, Washington
The scene slowly fades into the starry night sky of Seattle. This city has had a long history within America and strangely within all of it's talk and hype...it has been regarded as one of America's worst cities. The weather, the crime rate, the overall general feeling you get as you walk through the streets. It all makes you feel uneasy and maybe even a tad irritated. The camera pans down slowly to see two men walking down the sidewalk. They go to pass by but they're shoulders collide into one other.
Man #1:
Hey Jackass, watch where you're going!
The other man turns and throws his arms up in hostility,
Man #2:
What'd you say punk!?
Man #1:
Did I stutter?
The men get in each others faces and make idle threats toward each other.
Man #2:
Don't make me stomp my foot in your sorry ass.
Man #1:
Bring it on asshole!
Just as the scene begins to fire up the camera turns to see yet another man walking down the sidewalk. This man is tattoo'd almost from head to toe. However unlike the other two men he stands there and watches the scene with a smirk. He watches as the two men shove each other and then watches as the start to throw punches.
Tattoo'd Man:
Such pure emotion, such wonderful emotion...four letters, but only one word...HATE.
The man smiles as he watches the other guys beat the high holy hell out of each other before continuing to walk down the sidewalk.
Tattoo'd Man:
Hate, an emotion that drives humanity's very existence. An emotion that human being personify and express every single day wither we know it or not. You see everybody hates something. Maybe it's that prick of a next door neighbor that gives you crap about every single thing you do. Maybe it's a famous celebrity that you feel shouldn't be anywhere near famous as they are, maybe it's the slut you used to hang out with that only saw you as a friend and nothing more, yet opened her legs to every Rom, Dick, and Harry that asked her too. Hell maybe it's not even a person you hate...maybe you hate your shitty cell phone or computer, maybe you hate that worthless ass car that breaks down with every move....or maybe....maybe you hate your life. Maybe every morning when you wake up and look in the mirror you begin to feel utterly sick at what is staring back at you. You feel sick at what is taunting you...
The man's calm and cool voice feels the night sky as he what sounds like preaching continues.
Tattoo'd Man:
I've experienced this emotion, and I've accepted it....I've come to love it, and it has come to love me aswell. My name is Isaac Rox and I am "The Saint of Hate" You see like the two gentlemen you just saw earlier has shown you...even the smallest things can make you snap. It's that easy...hell I could make you feel hateful in a number of way anywhere from telling you that you're shirt looks ugly...to me going up and smacking your girlfriend's ass..anything and everything triggers that emotion. However I'm different case scenario.
Isaac stops dead in his tracks.
Isaac Rox:
You see as I said earlier I've dealt with this emotion, and I've accept this emotion. I have no reason to get mad, I have to reason to display anger...you see for me...hate is like that whore at the end of every street corner. Every time I use her and send her off on her way she keeps coming back for more. We share a dirty love for one another. I truly don't give a single damn about anything that goes on because I've already lived it. I've been richer than Bill Gates, and then I've been as poor as a street bum. I've lived in beautiful houses, and I've lived in cardboard boxes. I've had the love of my life....and then I watched as she ripped my heart to shreds. I've broken bones, I've dealt with death, hell I've watched everyone I even remotely cared about die long ago. I walk these dirty streets in this scumbag of a city and I love it. The old Isaac Rox, the Isaac Rox that cared died way before any of this.
Isaac slumps down back against a streetlight as he stares into the night. His eyes truly reflecting an abyss of filth and scum.
Isaac Rox:
That's why I took up wrestling. Not only does it give me the chance to spread my punishment, but I can witness more and more people hate. I can watch as that whore I used, uses each and every one of you and I can sit back and enjoy every single bit of it. I've been called it all...I've been called sick, I've been labeled as a reject, a freak, a loser, a bastard...and you know what? It's all true and I love each and every term. Because I know at the end of the day when the dust is settled I'm going to be the only person standing within a sea of broken and dead bodies.
Isaac turns and looks at the camera.
Isaac Rox:
Which brings me to UPW. Now I had contract offers literally coming from anywhere and everywhere. I had offers coming in from EoV, from WWO, from EWC, from NEW...but I choose this place. I choose the place with the least popularity. I choose the place that would have people scratching their heads in confusion over. I choose this place for one reason and one reason only, and that is to put the wheels in motion. I want to get the gears turning and what better place to do that then a place the literally doesn't give a damn about what happens. Ultraviolent Pro Wrestling an underground shit hole with a cult following, a place that flips off any sort of order and sits back and watches the massacre unfold. A place that is now going through a re-birth.
Isaac looks up at the sky and smiles
Isaac Rox:
And I'm apart of the mix. Zakk Webb and Victor Barnett...Two men that were born from the original version of UPW. Two men that were full of so much potential. Zakk Webb who went by a different name at the time was a former member of the group known as "The Cure" after that he formed a tag team with Damion Stone and together they won a shot at the tag titles...but then.....then just disappeared without a trace. Victor Barnett perhaps the most underrated performer from the original version. He came into the company as a tag team performer, but quickly transitioned into a single performer with a brash attitude. Last we saw of him he was a front runner for a shot at the United States Championship. So there is no doubt that I have a big match ahead of me.
Isaac sighs heavily.
Isaac Rox:
It's just sad that these two talented young individuals are going to be the first of many to experience just what I'm capable of. You see right now all you are hearing is my bark and that...well that is never fun, but come High Voltage when that bell rings and the lights shine. This bark is going to turn into a one hell of a bite, and for UPW's sake I hope they have good medical staff on hand. Zakk Webb and Victor Barnett I hope you two gentlemen prepare yourselves to experience just what it means to truly feel hated.
Isaac stands up and walks off the screen. The camera looks down and there in a pile of dirt we see the kanji symbol for hate along with the words "Yours Truly Isaac" The camera then fades to black.