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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Aug 15, 2015 21:35:51 GMT
Razor Wire Warfare Match: John Pariah vs Grayson Shaw
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Post by John Pariah on Aug 16, 2015 19:03:18 GMT
The Waiting Game.
Down the hallway, life is created. People are born into this world, and here-just a few short feet away. They’re left for dead. Left stricken with the cancers of the world that has forgotten them. It’s an amazing juxtaposition, really.
[We see John Pariah sitting in a chair in the middle of the hallway, right in the middle of the flickering light. He is leaning forward-arms on his legs-staring at the floor beneath him.]
Life and Death, beginning and end-all things happening right next to each other. It’s all a circle, it’s all one vicious circle.
[He chuckles-leaning back in the chair and letting his arms slump to his side.]
The babies born down the hall, they’re innocent. They’re perfect. They so blissfully ignorant to the horrors that await them the very moment they leave the confines of these walls. Blissfully unaware of the horrors we create in our image.
[He stops chuckling, and leans forward-glaring into the camera for the first time.]
I’m not though. I’m very aware of the horrors this world though. I’m very aware of the horrors that can be created from despair and destruction. I’m very much aware of the death that is bred from them. The question is, Grayson Shaw-are you? Are you prepared for what you’ve unleashed? Are you prepared for what you’re stepping into Grayson? No. I don’t believe you are.
[He chuckles to himself, leaning back and easing his stance.]
I’ve said this time and time again friend, you don’t understand the world you’re playing in. You don’t understand the monster inside me. It’s more than a Jekyll & Hyde relationship Grayson, its a whole different kind of beast, a Horror, that lives inside of me-that you’ve awoken, unchained, and provoked. Razor Wire Warfare has happened on six different occassions. I’ve been involved in 5 of them-and the other one involved my brothers. Skylar Kelly, Corey Gein, Cal Roberts, Danny Szatkowski and James Silkk have all fallen to me in Razor Wire Warfare Grayson. I ask you, look at those names, and tell me where any of them are now? Nobody has heard from Kelly in years. Corey Gein? A figment of dirt sheets past. Cal Roberts? A ghost. Danny Szaakowski-Retired. James Silkk-my brother-is the only one to still be standing. Now, In New Zealand-we add your name to the list. Ask yourself Grayson, where will you fall in that pantheon? How will you walk out, how will you survive.
[He pauses and smirks-before leaning into the camera again]
Grayson Shaw. When Worlds Collide is fast approaching, and we will enter a circle of hell opened only to the worst of the worst. You will see the Horror first hand..it’s fate-and fate is mine to decide…
[He puts his hands over the camera, and fade to black]
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Post by Grayson Shaw on Aug 16, 2015 20:06:45 GMT
Relics & Reflections
A broken mirror sits against a wall with cracks running through it. The sound of a metal crowbar hitting cement can be heard behind the dripping of a water pipe. We see the face of Grayson Shaw show up in the broken mirror, his hair down over his face-and beard grown long. He lets a sinister chuckle out, as we see him lean the crowbar on his shoulder.
“Did I hurt your friend John? Is he going to be okay? I sure hope your little Robin is going to be okay….”
He says this with a very sarcastic tone, and than begins laughing maniacally.
“I don’t give a fuck about James Silkk. I don’t give a fuck about Jason Aries. I don’t even care about your bastard of a daughter-or your whore of an ex wife John. Yeah, that’s right John. Your daughter? She’s a bastard-or at least she will be after the 22nd. You talk a big game, big, scary, foreboding-ohh John. I’m shaking in my boots. I’ve watched you for years John, I know all your tricks, I know all your games. I know your secrets-and like a kid who peeked at his Christmas presents….I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed in you.”
He smirks, letting a small laugh out.
“People have called me a dark, twisted mirror reflection of you. Some sort of Ying to your Yang, an evil twin. They’re full of shit. I’m not like you John. Nothing. I’ve beaten you at every turn, at every game-and I will end it all in your speciality, the Razor Wire Warfare. Where is the great King of Wrestling going to be John? Where were you when I set your brother on fire-after ripping his flesh apart and crucifying him in front of a global audience? Where were you there John? Where were you when I burnt your house down? When I took your daughter? When I would watch your wife? Did she tell you she loved it? Did she tell you she received more attention from me in the shadows, than she received from you in the bed room? No John, she didn’t did she?”
He lets out a laugh
“John Pariah-your Reign on top of this mountain? Your time on the throne-its come to an end. It’s time I burn the statue to your relics right to the ground. It’s time I killed the savior, and broke his soul. You have one week John. Settle your accounts-and face your destiny. From the burroughs of Sin City, to the pits of Hell-John Pariah I am the Devil n your nightmares. I am the hunger of the void-and I will feed at When Worlds Collide. I am no reflection John…”
He takes the crowbar and smashes the mirror-leaving only a partial view of his face visible-right in line with his eye
“..and you will Kneel..Before Shaw.”
Black.
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Post by John Pariah on Aug 16, 2015 22:29:30 GMT
Facing A Demon
[The camera focuses on an iPad screen, where an image of a younger Pariah is seen, covered in blood in the middle of the ring.]
Grayson Shaw thinks himself some sort of sin eater does he? He wants to talk about the things I’ve done in the past? The people I’ve hurt? Fine. Let’s talk.
[The camera shifts around, and we see John Pariah sitting on a metal folding chair in what looks like a small gym. A heavy bag can be seen in the background.]
So let’s talk, right? I’ve been doing this for 15 years Grayson. I’ve done a thing or two I’m not proud of. Where do you want me to start? I put my brother into a mental hospital? Said he was dead. Said he committed suicide. Is that dark enough for you Grayson? Is that enough skeletons from my closet? No? Or what about the time that I stole a family heirloom from Danny Szatkowski-threw it in a sewer while visiting the grave of his dead family? All right before crippling his grandfather. Is that dark enough for you Grayson? Huh?
[He pauses, and smirks…growing more manic with each passing breath.]
You want to get crazy Grayson? Well than..
[He pulls the camera closer to his face.]
Lets get crazy. Shall we? Good. What about the time I used Brian Hollywood’s girlfriend to torment him? Or the time I kidnapped Brian Hollywood and literally tortured him like a crazed comic book villain?
[The camera steps back, and he sighs-before slamming his fist into the wall.]
What is it you want Grayson? What deep dark shadowy secret do you need to feed on Shaw? I stand infront of every thing I’ve done, all of my sins are just as much a part of me as anything else!
[He pauses, holding his right forearm up to the camera’s view. It shows tattoos of three Kanji symbols.]
It’s fitting that I’ll be heading back to Japan after I’m done with you Grayson-because the last time I was there, I had this done. Roughly translated it comes out to “Sinner. Saint. Savior.” I know I’m a Sinner, I’ve been a demon, but I’ve been an angel too-and I’m here to be the Savior this company needs-and destroy the demons as they come up, just like you Grayson. Just like what I will do to you on Saturday in New Zealand. Just like the pain you will feel when I wrap your face in Razor Wire-and drive my elbow into your face. Mirakuru with a side of razor wire-your last meal. Though, making you scream in pain, making you tap out, making you physically lose the will to fight in the Gates of Gotham-that my friend is just as enticing…
[He steps back-putting his hand in a gun shape, pointing at the camera.]
Your fate is mine to decide Grayson. The Horror is unleashed.
Fade to Black
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Post by Grayson Shaw on Aug 20, 2015 15:21:06 GMT
Sangre por Sangre
A chuckle is heard from the shadows, as a light turns on.
“No John, no..not at all. Your sins in the ring? They don’t even scratch the surface of what I’m after John. No. Your sin John, your sin goes beyond those three ropes-and until it comes to light, I will continue to torment you. I will continue to break your soul and your spirit. You surround yourself with the dregs of society, the plagues of the world-just to make yourself feel better. Just to help the world believe the hype around yourself. Don’t you John? I visited your little school-and your students? Well, lets just say your daughter put up more of a fight.”
He laughs maniacally.
“Its amazing though John-that you don’t recognize the signs. It’s amazing that you don’t see whose pulling the strings here. The fire, the crucifix-by the Gods John, I’m shocked you don’t recognize….your own handiwork.”
He cackles again.
“The blood you spilled all of those years ago-is your debt John. You know what I’m talking about. I want you to think back some seventeen, eighteen years John. I want you to think back, and remember the sounds…”
He pauses, pulling a handgun into frame-and firing it into the air.
“Remember that John? The thrill, the adrenaline, the horror. We remember John. We remember very well. Our eyes see all John, and our mind remembers all. Do you have it now John? Is it back in your mind? Do you know who sent me now?”
He chuckles-grabbing the camera.
“You think REDEFINE-like PWX before it John, is your personal Gotham City. Well we’re watching-we’re watching our dear Dark Knight from the shadows, through all walks of life. Can you see it now John? The blood you spilt a lifetime ago…will be paid for on Saturday in New Zealand. Sangre por Sangre…Blood for Blood. This time, the sins of the son-are weighed on the father…aren’t they…killer?”
He shoves the camera back, and laughs maniacally. He leans against the wall and sobers up, smirking and glaring at the camera.
“Beware the Court of Owls, that watches all the time. Ruling Gotham from a shadow perch-behind Granite and Lime. We watch you at your hearth, we watch you in your bed….speak not a word of them-less they send a Talon for your head.”
He chuckles again-leaning against the wall.
“Guess what I am now John?”
He mocks Pariah’s gun taunt-and smirks.
“And guess what I’m coming for. You will…Kneel..Before Shaw…”
He smirks as the camera goes black
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