Post by Raiden Ishimori on Nov 25, 2020 18:10:55 GMT -5
The camera shot opens up to Nate sitting within a rather lit up room somewhere inside one of the dock warehouses, evident by the rolling waves and caws of seagulls heard outside the building. His sailor cap rests atop his head, adjusting it for a moment as he stares back into the lens.
Nate: “Homecoming...the first pay-per-view in NLW history and I get to be a part of this company’s first grand show. Heh, couldn’t have written a better script for a fisherman to be returning from a bit of deep sea fishing and he’s managed to snag himself a match on the end of his line. I would’ve been fine with just having to wrestle one shark but the higher ups have seen it fit to throw me into the water with two of them: Rex Brandon, JC Keeton...I want you both to watch this recording and merely look at who you’re having to deal with.”
He flashes a cheeky smile at the camera.
Nate: “The man that wrestling fans know as The Whaler. Why The Whaler? Well, I like to hunt and fish for big game, and fishing only offers so much. Look at my tenure in AXW: I overcame The Hardcore Legend of a man that is Price, and after that endeavor I would go onto win the coveted Briefcase, harpooning it clear out of the water and into my hands to grant myself the power to challenge for a title shot whenever and wherever I wanted. I became the man who put James Raymond back in his dog kennel after cutting his reign at sixteen days. Within just a few months, I was already world champion and the top guy in AXW. What do either have to say in that matter?”
He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.
Nate: “Enough gloating though. A big catch doesn’t mean much if you can’t keep it from flopping off the deck and back into the waters below, and I intend on making not an impact, but a splash upon returning to the wrestling docks. If it means having to give a boomer a couple of hard knocks to the head to let him know who’s scrapyard this is, who that ring is going to belong to, so be it. I got plenty of harpoons up my sleeve to put you down with and keep you grounded on the mat, Rex. You want hard knocks, my fists will gladly give you those without much hesitation. You’re the shark, I’m the fisherman. Putting you down is part of the process if I want to capture the true prize in this company, and it isn’t chum.”
A hearty, sailor laugh leaves him.
Nate: “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, young Keeton. As far as I’m concerned at the moment, you’re the minnow within this sea of game. Small, lacking, very little power to exert against a whale of a man such as myself.”
He taps his chest with his fist a few times.
Nate: “Come Homecoming, I’m coming home to wrestle to fish you and Rex out of the water to give myself a nice welcome back party of victory. Even starting at the bottom of the barrel, I will climb my way out of it and rise back up to the spot I once held within the industry. Moby Dick...one day I’ll come back and have you back on my mantle, but for now, I have to fish out the smaller game and get you out of hiding...and Homecoming, is where that expedition will begin.”
A smaller laugh leaves him as he gives a proud smirk to the camera, tipping his cap to the lens before standing and walking over to the camera, powering the device off.
Nate: “Homecoming...the first pay-per-view in NLW history and I get to be a part of this company’s first grand show. Heh, couldn’t have written a better script for a fisherman to be returning from a bit of deep sea fishing and he’s managed to snag himself a match on the end of his line. I would’ve been fine with just having to wrestle one shark but the higher ups have seen it fit to throw me into the water with two of them: Rex Brandon, JC Keeton...I want you both to watch this recording and merely look at who you’re having to deal with.”
He flashes a cheeky smile at the camera.
Nate: “The man that wrestling fans know as The Whaler. Why The Whaler? Well, I like to hunt and fish for big game, and fishing only offers so much. Look at my tenure in AXW: I overcame The Hardcore Legend of a man that is Price, and after that endeavor I would go onto win the coveted Briefcase, harpooning it clear out of the water and into my hands to grant myself the power to challenge for a title shot whenever and wherever I wanted. I became the man who put James Raymond back in his dog kennel after cutting his reign at sixteen days. Within just a few months, I was already world champion and the top guy in AXW. What do either have to say in that matter?”
He lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.
Nate: “Enough gloating though. A big catch doesn’t mean much if you can’t keep it from flopping off the deck and back into the waters below, and I intend on making not an impact, but a splash upon returning to the wrestling docks. If it means having to give a boomer a couple of hard knocks to the head to let him know who’s scrapyard this is, who that ring is going to belong to, so be it. I got plenty of harpoons up my sleeve to put you down with and keep you grounded on the mat, Rex. You want hard knocks, my fists will gladly give you those without much hesitation. You’re the shark, I’m the fisherman. Putting you down is part of the process if I want to capture the true prize in this company, and it isn’t chum.”
A hearty, sailor laugh leaves him.
Nate: “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, young Keeton. As far as I’m concerned at the moment, you’re the minnow within this sea of game. Small, lacking, very little power to exert against a whale of a man such as myself.”
He taps his chest with his fist a few times.
Nate: “Come Homecoming, I’m coming home to wrestle to fish you and Rex out of the water to give myself a nice welcome back party of victory. Even starting at the bottom of the barrel, I will climb my way out of it and rise back up to the spot I once held within the industry. Moby Dick...one day I’ll come back and have you back on my mantle, but for now, I have to fish out the smaller game and get you out of hiding...and Homecoming, is where that expedition will begin.”
A smaller laugh leaves him as he gives a proud smirk to the camera, tipping his cap to the lens before standing and walking over to the camera, powering the device off.
