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Post by REDEFINE Pro on May 3, 2015 1:38:50 GMT
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Post by Grayson Shaw on May 3, 2015 19:41:30 GMT
#OOC: Changing my PB to BRAM The sounds of a camera clicking can be heard, we see John Pariah’s wife, Lillith Morgan in the middle of a photo shoot. The camera swings up to a cat walk, where a man in a black hood is taking his own pictures with his phone. He moves the phone from his face, and we see it is Grayson Shaw, who smirks. John Pariah, your wife is simply stunning. The fact that you can share her with another woman is tragic. Obviously she is missing something from you if she feels she needs to be with another person, male or female. Maybe when she's done I’ll…introduce myself, and make her forget about the both of you.Grayson smiles, watching her work. You see John, I grew up idolizing you. I wasn’t always strong. No, as a child I was weak, awkward, different. I found solace when I would watch you on the television. Seeing your dominance, your power, your godlike status. To me, you were a God amongst men-but John, there comes a time when even Gods must die-and your time is now.He focuses in on the camera, growing more and more sinister with each moment and breath. Nobody knew the name Shaw. We were very middle class at best. I would come home, I would sneak to my room-and I would immerse myself in professional wrestling. Everybody knew the name “Pariah”. Everybody followed you, worshipped you. Shaw? My father worked in the mill, barely making ends meet. Nobody knew who we were, nobody cared. Now, the world will know my name-when I end the era of John Pariah. When I beat the “ICON” within an inch of his life, when I break his body, his mind, his spirit. They will know the name Grayson Shaw…and that name-will be known around the world as the God Killer…Shaw smirks, looking back down at Lillith. …And maybe, the God Killer will need to take a Goddess by his side…
He smiles as we fade to black
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Post by John Pariah on May 3, 2015 22:21:57 GMT
[We fade in to the trainers room, backstage at 2CW Redefine. James Silkk is getting stitched up. John Pariah is sitting on a chair, as Lillith quickly walks into the room.]
Lillith Morgan: John, are you going back out there.
John Pariah: I’m waiting to get stitched up. Shaw busted me open.
Lillith Morgan: Fine, I got this. Did Jason tell you?
John Pariah: What?
Lillith Morgan: He just signed a tag team match for next week. You and James vs Grayson and Mikal.
John Pariah: Seriously? Did he?
Lillith Morgan: He did.
John Pariah: Well, guess its time to get the boots out of storage….
[Lillith smiles and heads to the ring for commentary duty, as Pariah gazes into the camera.]
John Pariah: Grayson Shaw has painted a target on my back. He’s told me that he grew up idolizing me, and lets be honest-who didn’t? The whole ICONIC thing wasn’t just a fun catchphrase or gimmick-it was a solid fact. So Grayson Shaw growing up, watching me on TV? It doesn’t come as a real surprise. What does though-is this kids sense of entitlement. What really surprises me, is his delusions of grandeur. Yeah Grayson, you beat and brainwashed one of my top pupils, but lets be honest-what have you really accomplished? You beat Takeru Ibushi-who, well…lucked into a win at REDEFINE, by pure grace of his scumbag manager. Besides that? Nothing. You didn’t exist before signing with 2CW. You’re nothing to me Grayson, nothing at all. You say you’re going to make people remember your name-at my expense? You’re going to break me, beat me, destroy me….
[Pariah sits back and chuckles.]
John Pariah: Grayson-you wouldn’t be anywhere NEAR the first. Michael Norcia said he was going to break me. Cal Roberts, Corey Gein, John Ojeda, Skylar Kelly-hell, my own half brother James Silkk all vowed to end me. Guess which ones of us are still standing. Go on, I’ll give you a minute to let it process through your feeble little brain…
[He pauses, before wiping some blood from his forehead-and gazing into the camera.]
John Pariah: Mr. Shaw, at REDEFINE-I’m going to give you a lesson in respect, a lesson in honor, and a lesson in who not to fuck with. Mr. Shaw, I am the keeper of my destiny, the writer of my future. Now, that you’ve stepped into my world-your fate, is no longer yours to decide. REDEFINE, I’ll decide it for you…
[He smirks, as the trainer walks in to stitch him up.]
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Post by abstractsilkk on May 6, 2015 0:13:15 GMT
[We open in the Chicago Police Department, James Silkk is sitting on a bench, while Lillith Morgan and Tyler Graves are talking to the police officers, regarding the arrest of John Pariah and Grayson Shaw. A camera zooms in on Silkk, as he looks up and sighs-giving an extremely condescending look to the camera.]
Silkk: Really? Really? We’re doing this? Here. Now. You want a promo now?
[He sighs as the camera man says yes, and he sits back against the wall.]
Silkk: You know, all the controversey is surrounding John and Grayson. That’s fine-because I have something of a vendetta of my own. You see on Saturday night- a man decided to turn his back on me. A man who I thought was a friend, a man I considered a brother, a man who-well now to be honest, I use the descriptor of “man” extremely fucking loosely.
[He lets out an exasperated sigh as he glares into the camera.]
Silkk: Mikal Drakin. The person who I brought into 2CW last year. The star pupil of the ICONIC Academy. Former SPITFIRE Champion, you had the world going for you. You lose a couple of matches to Shaw, and than you’re suddenly best of friends. He’s opened your eyes, given you some advice. Its amazing how delusional you’ve become Mikal….
[He pauses, and sighs-before standing up]
Silkk: Mikal Drakin, Grayson Shaw-you are no horsemen of the Apocalypse, you are no Destroyers of Worlds. There are far better men who have come for the throne, and as always-the Kings have reigned supreme over everyone who has stood in our way. There will NOT be an exception for the two of you. I am Untouchable, I am a Young Modern, John is Fierce, violent, the Archetype. Together? Mr. Shaw, and Mr. Drakin-we are…ICONIC. Come Saturday Night, you will see that first hand.
[He smiles as a voice comes from off screen, and we fade to black]
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