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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 9, 2015 2:44:12 GMT
Nova Scotia Street Fight: James Silkk vs Grayson Shaw
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Post by Grayson Shaw on Aug 10, 2015 19:47:46 GMT
“A Death In The Family”
We open in a barren room. A water pipe dripping can be heard in the background. We see Grayson Shaw walking around in a spot of light, as a bulb dangles from the ceiling. He’s carrying a black crowbar with him. He begins chuckling as he looks away from the camera.
“James Silkk has fought and struggled his way through the wrestling industry for the past decade. I was there you know that James? It was Las Vegas, it was a special event for Pro Wrestling X. You beat some vampire guy for the PWX Television Title. I was there James. Ringside, watching. Now here we sit, a decade later-and your swan song is against me. You’re stepping into the bowels of hell to face the devil himself James. How poetic, how justified, how…pathetic…”
“Nova Scotia, may as well be the middle of Central Europe little Robin, because Nova Scotia will be the site, where I take this crowbar, and James…ha..ha..ha..where I beat you. I destroy you, I obliterate you little boy wonder. I leave you for dead and than….boom. End Times.”
He pauses and smiles.
“You see James, you and I Have something of a history now. You’re coming to your brothers aid, trying to end your career in a positive light. Well James, there wont be any interference from an immortal dictator, and it wont be that your Dark Knight is too late, it will be that he just….cant. He can’t save you. He couldn’t save his daughter, his wife, and James…his little Robin..he won’t save you!”
He turns around and hits the crowbar against the wall. He begins to laugh maniacally, before briefly calming down.
“A Death in the Family is coming James. Before I put the head of Pariah on my wall, I’ll take solace in holding the beating heart of his brother in my hand. In a fortnight, the legacy of John Pariah and the First Family will die, burning in a fiery explosion. I will stand on their ashes, hah..hah..hah…as the Devil himself, watching his world before me. My name is Grayson Shaw, and I am the Devil of the Second City. The Pale Man. The Destroyer. All Hail.”
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Post by abstractsilkk on Aug 14, 2015 2:19:02 GMT
An Open Letter….
My name is James Silkk. I’ve been wrestling since 2005. I was trained primarially by my half brother, John Pariah, and the iterations of his school system.
That is why I’m here in Nova Scotia.
That is why this Saturday Night, I stand in the ring, in a Street Fight for the very last time.
I’ve done many bad things in my career, for which I humbly apologize for. I’ve hurt many people. I’ve caused much strife and grief to a lot of souls.
I’ve entertained a lot of fans. I’ve sold a lot of merchandise, and I’ve put a lot of asses in seats.
I’ve done all of that though-out of respect for what brought me to this dance. Respect for my half brothers, John Pariah and Jason Parker Olesen. The First Family of Professional Wrestling is more than a clever name. It’s an ideal, it’s a legacy. It’s a sign of respect.
Respect.
Something Grayson Shaw doesn’t have. I wear my family crest like a badge of honor Grayson, and your mission is to strip it away like you’re the crazed villain in some sort of twisted comic book. Well, Grayson, I love a good comic as much as the next person-but this isn't Starling City. You are not Count Vertigo, you are not the Dark Archer, you are not the Demons Head. But for you Grayson? For you, on this night….maybe I can be the Arrow. I can be the person to show you how you have failed this company, these people-and beat some respect into you!
I will walk away from REDEFINE, from the professional wrestling industry after this Saturday Night, but I will leave an impression, not only on these fans and this company. But on you Grayson. Don’t worry John. I will leave enough of this lying, twisted dreg of society for you to dismantle next week in New Zealand. Trust me on that.
—James Silkk
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