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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Sept 20, 2015 4:40:01 GMT
REDEFINE vs NJFC: John Pariah vs Jon Kellar
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Post by John Pariah on Sept 23, 2015 3:44:09 GMT
[The locker room is empty, and a single light hangs from the rafters. John Pariah is sitting in a chair, wearing a pair of shorts and a hooded sweatshirt.]
Pariah: My name..is John Pariah, and I am a professional wrestler. I’ve been competing for sixteen years-and I’ve made friends, enemies, lovers, and haters. I met my wife, created my daughter. I found a brother I never knew existed, and entered a world I didn’t believe to be true. However, for the last several months, I have been trapped in hell-dealing with a devil who left me for dead in a device of my own creation-a hell of my own making. That devil has destroyed my family, my legacy…and now, that devil has been vanquished. That devil has been laid to rest, and now I can be at ease…
[The camera swings around, and we see Pariah leaning in the chair.]
Pariah: Can’t I? No, because I left the pit of one monster-and I walked into the realm of another. I descended to another level of hell, and now its here I make my bed. I put the Devil of Sin City to bed, and now-once again-I stare across a ring at a man who wants nothing more than to end my career-but for all too different reasons this time. You see Grayson Shaw, wanted to end my career out of rage, out of envy, out of hatred. Now-Jon Kellar stands in front of me, wanting to end my career. But for you Jon, it’s not out of rage or entitlement. For you Jon-it’s about your own legacy.
[He smiles and leans forward.]
Pariah: Jon, for you-its about what you call yourself. You call yourself the Icon. You wear that name with pride, with honor, with valor. You fight for that name-and last month in Tokyo, Japan-I hurt that pride. Sure Jon, it took two doses of Mirakuru-but I left Kellar in the middle of the ring, beaten, destroyed. I moved on and beat Al Envy to make it to the finals of that tournament. Now? Jon Kellar wants to give it back to me. He wants to come to my home, my house…and beat me the same way I beat him…
[He leans forward and smirks…]
Pariah: Jon…this weekend-you and I meet in Chicago. You get to see me at my best. You get to see why I am one of the Horsemen of this business. You get to see why I am ICONIC-right in my own backyward. Jon Kellar…my name is John Pariah, and I am more than a professional wrestler….I am the King of Wrestling, and I am the Better…than the Best in the World. So Jon, bring everything you can…
[He stands up, flipping his hood up.]
Pariah: Because to be the best, I have to become…something, else…
[He smirks, and walks out of frame]
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Post by Jon Kellar on Sept 23, 2015 18:37:54 GMT
Dynamite: Rib breakers? Powerslams? POWERBOMBS? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?
Jon Kellar turned off the engine and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He grabbed his kit bag from the passenger seat and left the vehicle, heading towards the house.
Kellar: It's a perfectly valid strategy...
Dynamite: If you're a two bit ring monkey with two months of training and a win on some reality show and more muscles than brains.
Kellar: And you belittling me is really helping solve the problem...
Dynamite: One of us has to...
Kellar turned the key and opened the door, to be greeted by Sean.
Sean: What the hell happened there?
Kellar: Nothing... I missed a beat.
Sean: You missed a whole drum solo!
Kellar: I'm tired... I'm going to bed...
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Kellar shut the bedroom door and locked it behind him
Dynamite: You're going to bed? Are you kidding me? You should be hitting the gym right now, punching some leather. That's what you used to do!
Kellar: I'm not that man anymore.
Dynamite: Oh, I noticed... but for some reason I thought you wanted to be that man again...
Kellar: I...
Dynamite: Don't lie to me Jon... we both know it doesn't work. You want to be the man you were 10 years ago.
Kellar: No.
Dynamite: Again with the lies! You wouldn't have come to EWC if you didn't. You wouldn't have challenged John Pariah to a rematch if you didn't! He is waiting for you, he is waiting to prove to everyone in the world that you can't match him, and now you're going to bed to cry because you lost to some whore dressed in duct tape...
Kellar: She's got an impressive record...
Dynamite: You're making excuses???!!! You defeated three Ring of Honor Icons in one night! You used to laugh at records. Hell, I saw you win an I Quit match while wearing handcuffs by biting someone's forehead!!!!
Kellar looked in the mirror, in a painfull flash his "Human Dynamite" face paint suddenly appeared in front of him, and his visage snarled. He backed away, shocked, and wiped his eyes.
Kellar: Melissa...
Kellar looked at the mirror, the face paint had gone.
Dynamite: I love Melissa every bit as much as you...
Kellar: You do?
Dynamite: Of course I do... I'm you... idiot!
Kellar: Then you know it's not that simple...
Dynamite: Simple? The man who won three world titles didn't care for simple. The Icon, the Lord of the Coliseum... you say you don't want to trade on those titles anymore but they are still a part of you, so why don't you act like it??!!
Kellar sat on the bed.
Kellar: How?
Dynamite: How? HOW? Figure it out. Yes you have a child now, but there's always a solution.
Kellar: Melissa... is not... A PROBLEM!!!!
There was a knock on the door.
Sean: Jon... are you ok?
Kellar sighed
Kellar: Yeah... I'm fine Sean...
Sean: Okay...
Kellar listened as the footsteps moved away from the door, then looked over in the mirror again.
Kellar: What do I do?
Dynamite: Sean, Munin, Corbin... they're all telling you what to do... why the hell is it taking so long to get through your fat skull? You already know exactly what to do!!!
Kellar stared headlong into the mirror.
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