Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 22:01:41 GMT -6
VOLTAGE I | A PLAGUE, KNOWN AS ULTRAVIOLENCE | MAY 26, 2017
The scene opens up to an abandoned malt factory, known as The Underground. Its floor, littered with broken bottles of lager, dirt and dust. The walls 'decorated’ with dull colored spray paint, though, the designs are barely visible due to the harsh, dark lighting. The sound of heavy combat boots can be heard treading on the cold metal floor, and from the shadows emerges Harvey Yorke, the latest Voltage signee. He stands stoically under a crack of light coming from a hole in the floor above the lobby.
And so, the day arrives. Soon, very soon, I will make my grand debut at Voltage. Though, there won’t be much to look forward to for everyone besides myself. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Harvey Yorke, the Devil of Ultraviolence. We’ll get to why that name exists quite soon, but let’s focus on the task at hand. This Sunday, I arrive in the ‘land of elite.’ Now, for your sake, it’s best that you don’t know a damn thing about me outside the ring, and brace yourself for what I can do in it. Ever since 2012, I’ve taken the world of wrestling by storm. They say man cannot walk on water, but hey, I was able to survive a fucking explosion and walk out a champion. That, of course, was in a different place at a different time. We’re not there now.
Harvey smirks, which that then turns into a laugh.
I know what you’re thinking. You may say, “Piss off! You’re only twenty years old, you couldn’t have possibly managed to accomplish so much in such a short amount of time.” To that, I say, try harder. For far too long, I’ve had the likes of older in-ring veterans look down upon me, only to fall victim to the Devil of Ultraviolence. In this sport, you’ve got people who want to underestimate you, who want to make generalizations. But here’s something you don’t know: what I do to people inside the ring, is not for the faint of heart. Generalize me all you want, but at the end of the day, I am nothing but an unpredictable force to be reckoned with. Just when you think you have the upper hand on me, I’ll claw your eyes out so bad, you’ll be begging for some sort of sympathy. But alas, devils do not give out sympathy, in fact, I know of no such thing.
Recall that nickname I alluded to a few minutes back, the ‘Devil of Ultraviolence?’ I didn’t just chose the nickname just to be some sort of king of the edgelords. Nor did I make it up to make myself more intimidating. No, they call me the Devil of Ultraviolence because of what I have done to people. ‘Devil,’ because there’s no such thing as goodness within me - I gave up that shtick a long fucking time ago. And here’s a newsflash for you: we are all monsters. We all have a Hell in which we retreat to, be it a temporary stay, or a permanent dwelling, just like I’ve made it for myself. And what does Ultraviolence mean to me? Simply put, it’s a way of life. A power that supersedes all man-made powers, like pride, bravery, courageousness. Ultraviolence is much more. It is a combination of the world’s deadliest sins, and with it, I am unstoppable. Soon, I shall teach the world what Ultraviolence means to me, and why it’s important that you take notice of my abilities sooner rather than later. You wouldn’t want to end up like the men I’ve faced in Britain. And after this Sunday, no one would want to end up like Ahren Fournier.
There is a slight pause. At the same time, a few lights begin to turn on, though they flicker due to old electrical system in the factory. Harvey laughs again, but is quickly cut short as he’s on the offensive once more.
Now, men like Ahren Fournier, they’ll never understand. Hell, it’s not even worth trying to convince this man to step into the light, to the power of the ol’ Ultraviolence. You see Ahren, there’s not much for me to really “prove” here in EAW. For I was chosen to do to you what I did back in my years in Britain and Europe. I was banished by my old country. See, what I did to people down there will not be the same as what I’ll do to you, Ahren. No, this is what people call the big leagues. What I did back then, I’ll be doing at a much larger scale, to the biggest joke in Elite Answers Wrestling. Winning my debut match against the ‘Trill Fairy’ seems easy enough, but I’d much rather showcase what I’m truly capable of to the world before I do so. Through brute force, you will fall to the Devil himself. And hey, I’m getting paid a good amount of cash just to win, so I better make it worth my while. I’m afraid you won’t call yourself the most sexiest man alive after our match, because I’ll leave your body so unrecognizable, people won’t be able to tell you apart from all the deformed miscarriages at the local hospital. Hell, why even bother taking a fool like yourself so seriously? You’ll be no different from all the other cocky pricks I’ve had the duty of beating senseless - you’ll end up in a bodybag come this Sunday. You’re the Hardcore Champion? Great. I, however, don’t need a championship to prove how ‘hardcore’ I truly am. For years, I’ve thrown caution to the wind and put my body on the line, and I must say, it has paid off well. Here I stand, in America. And now, I have the pleasure to debut in a company that was built off the hardcore side of wrestling, the same side I have exposed for the world to see for nearly half a decade.
Harvey paces towards a rusted countertop, the camera follows as he walks.
Ahren Fournier is a delusional man. I would say that I pity him for that, but I don’t. He calls himself the measuring stick of EAW. Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Good to know that it’s not a measuring stick for your dick otherwise there wouldn't be much to compare to. Yeah, I’ve got jokes too. But none of them will ever compare to the living, breathing joke known as...oh what did he call himself again? ‘Big Dick Fournier?’ I think you fail to realize that I am not here for the popularity, Mr. Fournier. I am here for glory. I am here to steal away any and all accolades all for myself. You can call me a rookie all you want, Ahren, but you’re only underestimating me, and that, is yet another fatal flaw that will lead you to your demise come Sunday. That squared circle is mine for the taken, make no mistake about it. I know how to take advantage of my surroundings, it’s what makes me unpredictable. See, you can study my moves all you want, but you can never predict how or when I’ll hit them. Think you can out pace me? It’ll only make you grow tired, and by then, I’ll be taking my time to dismember you, limb by fucking limb. But do not fret, both are common mistakes previous opponents have made when facing the Devil of Ultraviolence. I exceed generalizations because a man of my caliber cannot be tamed. I cannot be bound by labels, names, and the like. I almost feel sorry for those who will be in attendance in Orlando this Sunday. They do allow live murder on television, right?
The countertop holds what is most beloved to Harvey: his Yorkshire lager. He takes a bottle, and twists the cap off with his bare teeth.
You wouldn’t know what this company would do without you? Well, first of all, without Ahren Fournier, the Hardcore title would actually hold some sort of prestige. Without Ahren Fournier, the ratings for Voltage would increase by a bloody good amount. Hell, I would be keen on taking your place, because an ignoramus such as yourself has no role in the ‘land of elite.’ You wouldn’t know what this company would do without you? I’ll give you a preview of what it’s like, lad. After our match, you will fall victim to the Devil, and you shall fade into a hideous irrelevancy, knowing that you couldn’t get the job done against a so called ‘rookie.’
He takes a long gulp of alcohol before continuing.
You are right about one thing, now that I think about it. You said I do not belong in this era. In an era where clowns such as yourself are champions, where intelligent men like Ryan Marx are pushed aside in a match that ultimately means nothing. That’s not the era I belong in. Not one bit. No worries though, soon, we will see the turn of this rancid era when I take over with my many talents. And after this week’s edition of Voltage, we shall all bear witness to the Era of Yorke.
I sense that you are far too scared to come down from your ‘trill’ ivory tower. You may carry the title of Hardcore Champion, but after our first encounter, you’ll only be carrying the dead weight of who you once were. For after you meet the Devil of Ultraviolence, you will no longer be the same. I am not a man, I am not a monster. But I am made of filth; what lies within me is purely sin and destruction. You think you can beat me senseless, yeah? Stick in a few jabs here and there and then cut my forehead wide open? Been there, done that. After this Sunday, you, along with everyone else in EAW will recognize that I truly am a demon. We are all made with a heart full of darkness, but I am here to free you from society’s crutches.
I shall expose the darker side of humanity. Next, I will let the darkness consume mankind whole. Then, and only then, will the power of Ultraviolence be able to seep through and infest everyone with its wickedness. Am I getting ahead of myself? No. I am only preparing for the worst that is yet to come. And if you accept me as your shepherd, Ahren, your fate will be far less humiliating.
Harvey downs the rest of the bottle, then smashes the bottle against the rusted metal floor. He treads off-screen, the sound of broken glass sliding about on the ground echoes throughout the lobby. The lights finally flicker one last time before shutting off completely with a buzz. Cut to static. Fade to black.