[PWX] Gotham Underground

Scene One: Prove The Masses Wrong

“@JimmyMayhem1458:
@pariahwrestling is a hasbeen. washed up. didn’t he die? #FirstFamily is a joke!”

I’ve spent the last fourteen years proving the naysayers wrong. I’ve spent my entire career making those who doubt me into believers. On May 8^th, I will do it once more. I wll quell the demons. It’s not about a championship right now. It’s about salvation. It’s about ending a plight, a famine, a disease. It’s about curing cancer, and playing Superman for an entire world. This is the time where my company needs a Dark Knight, and the First Family are the heroes PWX needs right now.

[PWX] The Killing Joke

It’s ironic, to compare me and the First Family to the fictional Waynes. The similarities are uncanny-if not predisposed to be that way. I don’t hide in a cave with all my toys though-as you’ll soon see.

 

Portage, Indiana

 

[We open at the front door of the House of Pariah, located in Portage, IN. This sprawling tri-level  welcomes you in the foir-with two options. Travel up a small flight of stairs to the kitchen and living areas of the house, or travel down a small flight of stairs to the real domain. The choice is obvious, and we veer to the left-traveling down a small flight of stairs-maybe eight or so-into what could be described only as a Man Cave on steroids. Infront of you is a pair of doors. Infront of that, is a bar-housing the finest in non Alcoholic beverages. Across the room is a large leather sectional. Infront of the black leather resting place is a wooden coffee table-with remotes and game controllers set on it. Looking up-you see a massive 80” Sony LED TV. Turn behind you-a black billiard table sits-emblazoned with a yellow Batman emblem. You circle the area-and see a signed & framed copy of “Detective Comics” #27 – CGC Certified a 7.0 – autographed by Bob Kane. Various other posters line the wall, some signed, some not. The large back wall is covered in Championship belts-with one open spot in the middle. We come back out into the main area-by the staircase, and now look to our left. We walk into the room-and lights turn on. A large corner desk sits underneath a 27” iMac, we see a Macbook Pro sitting to its right, and an iPad to its left. The walls in this room is covered with shelves-showcasing a rather impressive collection of action figures, statues, comic books and such. A filing cabinet full of comics is open-and we pan to John Pariah sitting on the floor reading. He looks up at the camera and smiles.]

 

[HEW] Final Strike

 

Wednesday, April 17^th 2013

Chicago, IL

Frontier Arena

First Family Locker Room.

11:36 PM

 

[The scene fades in a locker room. It’s quiet, it’s empty, it’s barren. The PWX roster has left the building to go home and prepare for next week. The camera pans around-and we only see John Pariah sitting on a bench. His eyes pointed towards his iPhone. A video is playing-and the sound is running up to his ears via earbuds. The sound of a door closing can be heard-and footsteps walk toward him. He looks up-and sighs. Stopping the video and taking the headphones out.]

 

John Pariah: What do you want?

 

[The camera angle widens-as we see the head of Spitfire Pro Richard Page sit down across from him.]

 

Richard Page: John, I’m worried about you.

 

John Pariah: Get in line.

 

Richard Page: Eight months ago John-we didn’t know if we were going to lose you. Now you’re heading out to LA to get into a No Holds Barred match with Adam Stryker? Darin has been hospitalized for weeks because of him. What the hell are you going to do?

 

John Pariah: Beat him.

 

Richard Page: Beat him?

 

John Pariah: Beat him….

 

[He looks away from Richard-looking into the camera that’s pointed in this face.]

 

John Pariah: Make waves? Adam Stryker is doing this to make waves? What’s wrong Adam? Being hand picked by the premiere organization in the US after you lost a match to Jason Aries at UWL’s WrestleFest-wasn’t enough ‘waves’ for you? Being in one of the hottest programs this year with Brian Hollywood-a Hall of Famer-isn’t enough ‘waves’ for you Adam? What more do you want? You’re a former Hybrid and Tag Team Champion. You’re the hottest name in the business right now-and you can within inches of winning the UWL World Title. What more could you possibly want?

 

[He pauses and smiles.]

 

John Pariah: Adam, I used to be like you-back when I was starting my career. I was hot shit, or so I thought. I proved to you though-I proved it to the whole fucking world, that I am the best in the game today. It took years of hard work. Years of fighting, years of proving myself time and time again-but I did it. I’m not saying that I’m Mr. Popular. Far from it. There’s a list a mile long of people who hate my guts-but they still respect me.

 

[He pauses again, smirking.]

 

John Pariah: And I used to respect you Adam. You were a workhorse. You came into PWX like a house on fire. You came out to the ring every week-guns blazing. You didn’t complain when you lost, you didn’t whine when your Tag Partner Damien Frost decided to bail on PWX. You forged ahead and worked your way up the ranks faster than anyone else. Hell, there’s only one other person who had as much initial success in PWX as you had in 2012 and 2013-and that man is sitting in chemotherapy now. Guess which one of them still has my respect?

 

[Richard tries to interject-but Pariah puts his hand up.]

 

John Pariah: Adam Stryker, I am not a death match wrestler. Sure, I’ve had my battles, my wars. Sure I’ve had a taste of the old ultraviolent. But my specialty is WRESTLING. After all Adam-that’s what we are. We’re WRESTLERS. It’s what we do, and it’s what I do. So go ahead, bring your barbwire, bring your thumbtacks, bring your broken glass. I’ll give your friend, Jason Aries a little preview of what I’m about to do to him. Like I said Adam, in just a few short days-in the cesspool of filth known as Los Angeles, you will step into the ring with Chicago’s Finest. The Second City Savior, you will step into the ring with the best in the world-and I can’t garentuee you’ll walk out under your own power. All it takes is 3 seconds Adam….

 

[He stands up-as Richard looks on. Pariah slings the Tag Title over his shoulder.]

 

John Pariah: Three seconds-and after that, for you-it will be Lights Out……

 

[He smirks as the scene fades to black

[HEW] #LightsOut

 

[The camera focuses in on the PWX World Tag Team Championship belt-sitting on a coffee table. The camera pans up, and we see John Pariah sitting on the couch-behind said coffee table and title belt. Smirking ever so slightly.]

 

John Pariah: This has become a symbol of the war we are waging. This has become more than a championship-its become the epitome of what this rivalry stands for-hasn’t it?

 

[He smiles and sits back-revealing the old school Darin Zion t-shirt he’s wearing.]

 

John Pariah: You didn’t care about being part of the best Tag Team In the World-did you Adam? No. To you-this belt was just more meaningless attention shined on you and the rest of the Untouchables. You knew that-and you ate it up. You knew you and Christian Rhodes were not the best team in the industry, you know how and why you won these belts from Jace and Vain to begin with. To you-they were just a prop. A status symbol. Because you schlepped around the belts that represent the best tag team in the world-you felt you deserved the attention. Why? Because we hand picked you to come to PWX after your showing at WrestleFest? Because you felt some sort of entitlement? To be honest Adam, I don’t know the answer to that question, and hell-I don’t even think you do.

Drawing First Blood (PWX)

 

SCENE ONE:

 

4-3-13

9:02 PM

 

[We open to the locker room, backstage at the Venue in Hammond, IN. Medical staff is checking on a bloody John Pariah. He just made it backstage after a brutal war with Jason Aries. He reaches the trainers, and collapses on the ground.]

 

Lillith Morgan: John! John!

 

[Blackness]

 

4-3-13

10:45 PM

 

The room is still spinning. Fuzzy shapes are slowly morphing into human beings. The buzzing is transversing into words.

 

Female Voice: John!? John? Guys, he’s waking up. Medics, get over here!

 

I think that’s Lillith. I can’t tell. Everything sounds like the teacher from Charlie Brown.

 

Pariah: Where am I?

 

The walls are white. I hear machines beep.

 

Female Voice: Mr. Olesen, please try not to move to much.

 

This isn’t right. Why isn’t anyone answering me?

 

Pariah: Where…where am I?

 

I sit up, finally able to move. Things becoming clearer. It looks like a hospital. Theres a nurse at my right, and Lillith is sitting in a chair to my left.

 

Lillith Morgan: Thank god. You’re okay!

 

Pariah: What happened?

 

Nurse: You collapsed after your match. Your wife here immediately called 911 and rushed you here.

 

Community Hospital, Munster, Indiana. My aunt died here. I’m not a fan of this place.

 

Pariah: I see….

 

Nurse: You lost a lot of blood Mr. Olesen. What happened?

 

Pariah: The last thing I remember was my match…and getting backstage. I was watching the show, and right as they attacked Darin-everything went black. Than I woke up here.

 

Lillith Morgan: You took a beating John. The highlight video RJD put up for the website is arguably the most popular thing on YouTube right now. We found you in your locker room. Laid out.

 

Pariah: Aries…

 

Lillith Morgan: It’s not just him. His little cunt of a girlfriend took me out, and then they took out Darin as well.

 

Pariah: Brian?

 

Male Voice: Right here…

 

[The camera pans around, where Brian Hollywood walks into the room. He has a stack of comic books with him-and a 2 liter of Coke. He sets them down on the table, as he sits down next to him-as the nurse leaves the room.]

 

Brian Hollywood: They took the two of us out backstage. All I saw was a ski-mask and a lead pipe. They got you worse than they got me.

 

John Pariah: I can see that…

 

Brian Hollywood: Yeah…and than Darin.

 

John Pariah: Darin?

 

Brian Hollywood: Here….

 

[He hands him his iPhone-qued up to a YouTube clip of the end of High Stakes. With Adam Stryker and the rest of the Untouchables driving Zion off the stage and through the sound equipment.]

 

John Pariah: Good lord.

 

[He sets the phone down, and sits up all the way. Lillith tries to stop him, but he puts his hand out to stop her.]

 

John Pariah: No.

 

[He pulls the sensors off of him-bringing a small brigade of nurses.]

 

John Pariah: Back off!

 

[The nurses stop, as he pulls the drip IV out of his arm.]

 

Nurse: Mr. Olesen, you need to sit back down.

 

John Pariah: No. I can’t. I have too much work to do.

 

[He grabs his black t-shirt off a chair, and throws it on. He grabs a pair of jeans that lay on the chair itself, and slips them on.]

 

John Pariah: Send me the bill…but I’m leaving.

 

Lillith Morgan: John..you need to rest.

 

John Pariah: This is war..

 

[He grabs his phone and pushes through the nurses, heading down the hallway. Brian sits up and shrugs as they follow after him. Fade to black.]

 

Addictions [PWX]

Break my body, break my mind

You’re still running out of time!

Of all things, a strength in numbers

We’ll be here to put you back across this line

Hold us down but we will overcome

Without shame we will fight

Try to break us down, we will not die

We beat you once, one day we will rise

All the barriers us end

Underestimated what we have within

See the passion that burns in our eyes

Think its over, one day we will RISE

 

[The scene opens on a coffee table, a name tag that says "Johnathan" and Verizon Wireless is thrown on it. Another, reading "John" and Sprint is thrown down. A third reading "HHGregg", a fourth reading "Guitar Center" and the next reading "Sears". The name John is etched on them all. The camera pans up, and we see John Pariah sitting on the couch. His hair is pulled back, and he is holding a bottle of Pepsi. A pair of glasses rests on his face, as he stares down at the name tags. He takes a drink of Pepsi, and sets the bottle down-looking up at the camera.]

 

JP: I’ve had a lot of “jobs” in my life. There’s been a lot of meaningless titles I’ve held. I’ve done my time in retail hell. There’s only been one thing I’ve done in my that I would call a career.

 

[He takes another drink and smiles]

 

JP: Wrestling. That ring is the only ‘career’ I’ve known. I’ve had my career cut short many times before-and I’ve always fought back. Like the Zombie Jesus-I’ve always risen from the grave.

 

[He pauses again, moving the name tags off the table and to the floor.]

 

JP: It’s more than a career. I mean I’ve done other things too outside of the ring that one could call a career. I’ve been in movies, I’ve been on TV, I’ve been a rock star. Hell, I can even go around and say “I’m Batman”-without it being just a  lame joke. I’ve done all these great things in my life-but I keep reverting back to one thing. I keep coming home to wrestling. Since 1999 I have wrestled, and since 1999 I have worked my ass off to help legitimize this sport. Tomorrow night, I will stand against someone who has seemed to fall ill of what PWX stands for. I stand against a man named Jason Aries. A Self proclaimed “Phenom”. Nobody really knows anything about Jason Aries-except that he debuted when PWX relaunched-and was immediatly launched into prominent roles. He was put in a program with Chaos, he got to show off in the World Grand Prix-and he even won the Hybrid Championship from a virtual legend in Bob Pooler. He’s accomplished alot-and now that my half brother James has begun to infect his mind, he’s developed this sense of entitlement. The Untouchables, they’re a disease, a cancer. Not the people per se-but the ideals they promote. Jason Aries still needs to pay his dues in PWX-and tomorrow night in Hammond, he’s going to.

 

[Pariah sits back, taking another drink before standing up. The camera follows him over to his wall of championships. Various title belts are on display-with one gaping hole in the center.]

 

JP: I said I had an addiction, and that addiction is competition. It’s wrestling. It’s winning titles and entertaining the fans around the world. That addiction is being the best wrestler alive today! That addiction will lead me to my holy grail. The PWX World Championship. It’s the one prize that has eluded me over the course of these last 14 years. Tomorrow night, in Hammond, Indiana at the Venue. When Jason Aries can’t answer the refs ten count-I will be one step closer to my prize.  One step closer to achieving my dreams. One step closer to the one that got away. I spent seven months toiling away in rehab, in and out of hospitals. The doctors said I wouldnt walk-much less wrestle. They tell me everytime I step int he ring could be my last. Well that’s fine-because the downward spiral that started in June of last year-in Chicago at a WARPED event. Last June when John Ojeda decided to rear his ugly face-and attack me at my farewell event from WARPED. That was the start of my downward spiral…I went on to lose my first and only chance at the World Title, I went on to lose to James Silkk-and be crippled because of it. I lost my girlfriend, I lost my daughter, I nearly lost my home, and I nearly lost my life. I fought to rise again. I stood toe to toe with Jake Keeton, and lost. I went home, I licked my wounds-and I came back to Osaka, Japan to face Timothy Hunt. One of the greatest Hybrid Champions in our company history.

 

[He pauses and smiles-putting a hand on the original PWX Hybrid Championship]

 

JP: And I won.

 

[He turns back to the camera.]

 

JP: Darin Zion…the World Champion-I beat him in the center of the ring. I did it again the next week, when I teamed with Nighthawk. We overcame the odds and won. Than last week with my brother. Well, I showed him exactly where he belonged. I gave him a small minute taste of what he did to me seven months ago. Now? High Stakes? Jason Aries has said he’s out for my career. Jason-do you have ANY idea how many people have said that? Jules Constantine, Lee Best, Corey Gein, Michael Norcia, Danny Szatkowski, John Ojeda…all of them came after my career-and all of them were left in the dust. Jason, you’re good-I’ll give you that…but tomorrow night at High Stakes…I won’t be anyones stepping stone. I’m not here to make you famous-I’m here to reclaim what is mine. Tomorrow night kid, at High Stakes…I will be the Last Man Standing…and if you want a war to continue on-than thats fine…..

 

[He pauses and smirks.]

 

JP: See you tomorrow Jason….

 

[We fade to black.]

 

 

 

 

 

A Perpetual State of Sick [PWX]

 

They talk about rivalries being the great difference maker. I had one with Cal Roberts-that ended in my collarbone being shattered. I had one with Michael Norcia-that ended in my semi retirement. I had one with Danny Szatkowski-that stole the show completely. John Ojeda and myself make the PWX World Championship important again. Rivalries are a dime a dozen now a days. This? This is no rivalry. This is a blood feud in every possible. This is revenge. This is violence. This is a war that will be fought to the bitter end. At Adrenaline 32 – Pariah vs Silkk – one of us will die.

 

 

.:scene:.

 

[We open up in the former PWX Arena in Crown Point, Indiana. Old PWX Banners hang torn from the rafters, and a dilapidated ring sits in the center. A spotlight comes on over the center of the ring-and we see John Pariah sitting there. He’s wearing an old vintage PWX t-shirt, a pair of black shorts, and an open hoodie. The hood is up-and he is taping his wrists up, preparing for whats about to come.]

 

Pariah: This used to be my home. The PWX Arena-sold off when PWX merged into the FuelTV machine. I spent more time in this building, than I did in my own home. This is where the wars happened. This is where Danny Szatkowski and I nearly killed each other. This is where I stepped back into the ring with Jake Keeton at Never Say Die, this is where I went toe to toe with Michael Norcia, this is where Cal Roberts broke my collar bone. This building to me is nothing but one painful memory after another.

 

[He pauses-and looks up toward the camera, still not making eye contact.]

 

Pariah: Seven months ago, I stepped into the ring with my half brother James Silkk.  Seven months ago-he put me through concrete and steel. He threw me all the way to hell-and over the last seven months-all I’ve thought about was getting my hands around his measly neck. I thought karma had come back to haunt him. I’m not one who believes in the ‘good book’-but I felt that maybe turning the other cheek was more appropriate it. I saw my blood, my family-rise up and become the World Champion. Than I saw his world crash before him-and I thought that maybe-just maybe that it wasn’t needed. I felt that I didn’t NEED to become physical with him again. Karma had caught up to him. He seemed to want to change, he seemed to want to do right. The fans had accepted him-and than bam. At Hostile Takeover, he recruits his group of miscreants. The puissant Chris Rhodes, one half of the Tag Team Champions Adam Stryker-and of course Jason Aries-but we’re not here about him are we? No. He gets his in Hammond.]

 

[He finally looks at the camera and smiles.]

 

Pariah: They call themselves The Untouchables. Well James-Al Capone was Untouchable-and they still got him. You talk about wanting to take the First Family down member by member-is that what you want? Do you think if will give some credence, some validation to your little crusade? Well James it won’t-because it won’t happen. The core of the Family is stable again, and united we will stand! Your cohort Christian Rhodes spoke about a civil war breaking out? Well James-the legacy of PWX will rest on our shoulders-and the shoulders of those who deserve it. Those who paved the way, myself, Brian Hollywood, Noah Hanson, Tyler Graves, Ness, Michael Norcia, Skylar Kelly-and even Darin Zion. We made of the foundation of this company-and we will decide its legacy. Not you, not your selfish generation….

 

[He stands up-taking the hood down and gazing into the camera. He holds his arms up and hits his elbow.]

 

Pariah: I’ve been training James. I’ve been refocusing on myself. Wednesday Night-you will see a completely different man stand across the ring from you. John Pariah is a constant evolution-and evolution is always a case of survival of the fittest right? Well, Adrenaline 32-the fittest will be me. You won’t survive. For seven months, I’ve been in a perpetual state of sick. I’ve watched you rise and fall-and at Adrenaline 32-all this rage, all this hatred, all this vengeance will be unleashed in one fell swoop. Jason wants to talk about how Lillith signed Elijah Black’s death warrant by booking him against Aries this week? Well James-interfering in Family business-has signed your death warrant.

 

[He pauses and smirks, cracking his knuckles and gazing into the camera.]

 

Pariah: The First Family is the most dominant group in professional wrestling James.  I know you like to say this…but honestly James, on Wednesday Night-your fate is MINE to decide….

 

[He smirks and throws the hood back up-turning away from the camera as we cut to black.]

 

 

The Steps Toward Progress [PWX]

 

Prologue.

 

[We open up on a balcony, where John Pariah is standing-watching the rain fall.]

 

Empty, an empty house, and empty mind.

 

[He takes a sip of his drink, as he hears the front door ring. He looks at his iPhone, and see’s the time as 1:24 AM]

 

Pariah: Who in hell?

 

[He walks inside the house, as the door continues to ring.]

 

Pariah: Hold your fucking horses!

 

[He walks up to the door-and opens it. Lillith Morgan stands there, drenched in rain.]

 

Pariah: Lillith?

 

[She walks in and grabs him-kissing him as we fade to black.]

 

————

 

The Shoot.

 

[We open up on the Chicago streets. The camera pans around to the front of the United Center, where a statue of Micheal Jordan stands. John Pariah is standing infront of the statue-admiring it, before turning to the camera and smiling.]

 

Pariah: A lot has changed in my life. Some for the better, some for the worst.

 

[He pauses again and smirks.]

 

Pariah: Micheal Jordan is arguably the greatest basketball player-not just in the history of Chicago-but in the history of the game. He’s come back from injuries, retirement, trades and roster changes. He led the Bulls to more championships than most other NBA teams could dream about. He is a legend for this city. Just like me.

 

[He pauses and smiles again-taking a quick peak at his iPhone before continuing]

 

Pariah: Jason Aries, Jason Aries, Jason Aries. You are correct, you’re not a hard man to find. Infact the only thing I’ve heard about is the party you and your ‘friends’ threw at Excalibur last week. Plus, all I have to do is look for the inflated ego walking around-and I’m sure you’ll be right there. You want to learn a lesson from a master, that’s fine Jason. You’ll learn that lesson tomorrow night-right down the road at the Frontier Arena. As far as your challenge goes Jason? Hammond, Indiana. High Stakes? I’ll give you an answer tomorrow night.

 

[He smirks, and looks at the statue once more.]

 

Pariah: You ask a lot of me Jason. When was the last time I held up a full ring schedule? You’re right-it’s been a long time since I’ve wrestled day in and day out. Let me ask you this though, after fourteen years in this business-of wrestling seven days a week, of traveling the roads all night, of working for mere change. After twenty one World Championships-Jason, let me ask you why you don’t maintain a full time schedule? Because you won’t. This business, it changes people, it changes lives. It creates bonds, and destroys lives. You want to talk about me working a full time schedule Jason? Seven months ago I was in a fucking coma! I came back months-hell years-before doctors told me to-and I wrestled a match of the year with Jake Keeton. I came back, and I beat Timothy Hunt-and last week Jason, I beat the man you team with-the man that holds the World Title of this company-Darin Zion. You want to talk about disgracing the greats of this city. Jason-everything you and the Untouchables stand for is a disgrace to this company. It’s that same cancer that has seeped in before-just with a hot new name and gimmick. Tomorrow night Jason? Tomorrow night I will teach you a lesson-and I will put you right to sleep!

 

[He pauses and smirks-again glancing at his phone.]

 

Pariah: And than there is Darin Zion…the World Champion. Let me ask you this Darin, why do you even bother anymore? You’ve become a laughingstock. Hell the kids from HOW have turned their attention away from bad mouthing me-and turned their venom to you. That’s pretty sad to be frank-because we all know how much Lee Best and his cronies like to talk shit about their superiors. Your World Title reign has been nothing but fluke after fluke after fluke. Had Ness of brought his A Game in Tokyo-you wouldn’t be standing there as a belt warmer-and come April 2^nd in Hammond, your time as a seat filler in the record books will come to an end.

 

[He pauses again.]

 

Pariah: The man who will end that term of employement? Nighthawk. My tag team partner this week. Now Nighthawk-I have nothing but respect for you. You are another man who carries on the fine tradition of being one of Chicago’s Finest. Technically sound, and one of the best pure wrestlers I’ve ever seen. It will be an honor to one day clash with you over the World Title sir. I do agree, while “war” may be a bit harsh of a marketing term-as there are three of the best technical wrestlers PWX has on its roster in one match in the ring at once-and Darin Zion. This match will be something of a spectacle though-because not only will we see you and Zion clash for the first time ever-but Mr. Aries will get a small taste of whats to come. Trust me, I don’t think either party will enjoy that…

 

[He pauses again and smiles.]

 

Pariah: They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. It’s funny how this company has brought me full circle. It’s amusing to see things go back to the way they were, issues resolved-and alliances forged.

 

[He pauses again, as Lillith Morgan steps out from behind the statue.]

 

Lillith: But rest assured, that the First Family is still as powerful as ever. There is nothing Untouchable about the Untouchables.

 

Pariah: Mr. Aries, you will get an answer tomorrow night about High Stakes. In the mean time, if any of your cronies-be it my brother or someone else-try to interfere tomorrow night. There will be hell to pay. I am Chicago’s Finest-and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it!

 

[He smirks, as he and Lillith walk out of frame, and we fade to static.]

Keys To the City

 [The scene opens in a hallway-we see a series of sports jersey’s line the white wall. Kane’s Blackhawk’s jersey. Jordan’s Bull’s jersey, Frank Thomas’ White Sox jersey, Sammy Sosa’s Cubs jersey-and many more cover the wall as far as the eye can see.].

Voice: You know, Chicago is known for Champions.

[The camera swings around-and we see John Pariah standing against the wall. His hair is pulled back, and he’s wearing a black Blackhawks t-shirt.]

John Pariah: Sammy Sosa, Frank Thomas, Michael Jordan, Scotty Pippen, Patrick Kane, Mike Ditka, Brian Urlacher, Ryan Sandberg,  Walter Payton-that guy who works for the “Entertainment” company who just ended a 435 day reign as World Champion. They are all names you think of when you hear athelete, champion, and Chicago in the same sentence. There’s another one though….John Pariah.

[He pauses and smirks.]

 

When Pariah met Hunt [In Osaka]

Saturday, February 16th 2013

Osaka, Japan

Locker room at Rising Sun Wrestling event….

 

 

[The scene fades into a locker room.]

 

Pariah: Yeah, I think it is. What should I do? Kayfabe Killer?

 

Off Camera: No…

 

Pariah: Oh…Most Hated Man In All of Pro Wrestling? I could heel it up?

 

Off Camera: Nah…

 

Pariah: Well fuck…I don’t know….

 

Off Camera: You do KNOW we’re recording…..

 

Pariah:…..no?

 

Off Camera: We’re recording…

 

Pariah: We can edit this out right?

 

Off Camera: We can, but probably won’t.

 

Pariah: Well if we’re having fun-than watch this….

 

[He reaches in his bag, and grabs a toy he probably picked up in Akihabra. It's a toy Kamen Rider Wizard driver. He puts the ring on and holds it over the belt.]

 

Belt; Driver on….

 

Pariah: So cool…

 

[He switches the hand, and places another ring over it.]

 

Belt; Shabadoobie touch to henshin….

 

Off Camera: You’re such a dork….

 

Pariah: Heshin!

 

[He places the ring over the hand.]

 

Belt; Flame….plleeaaassseeeeeee….burn..burn…burn burn burn!!

 

Pariah: Awesome right?

 

Off Camera: Wrestling promo? You’re facing Timothy Hunt on Wednesday?

 

Pariah: Okay fine…spoiling my fun…I might do that for my entrance on Wednesday. Sure the crowd will go nuts for it.

 

Off Camera: I doubt it….

 

[Pariah sighs as he puts everything back, and the camera finally focuses on his surroundings. He looks into the camera and smiles.]

 

Pariah: My apologies, I haven’t done one of these for a few months-forgive me if I’m a bit…rusty.

 

[He smirks and steps back-cracking his knuckles.]

 

Pariah: In just a few short days, I step into a PWX ring for the first time since November. For the first time since being pinned by Jake Keeton, and i do it? to send another future legend away from this company.

 

[He pauses and smiles.]

 

Pariah: Timothy Hunt, there is no ill will, no hatred, no animosity. I don’t care about the sins of your past, I don’t care that you stalked Silkk’s ex wife, I don’t care that you beat her, I don’t care that she tried to break your arm. Here’s what I do care about.

 

[He reaches into his bag-and pulls the Kamen Rider belt out again.]

 

Pariah: This show is fucking AWESOME. Seriously, its got wizards and dragons and demons and swordplay and bad assery in spades! You should watch it! You can get weekly subs at over-ti…….

 

Off Camera: JOHN! Focus…

 

[He smiles and puts the toy away, pulling out the original PWX Hybrid Championship.]

 

Pariah: Seriously though. I care about this. The PWX Hybrid Championship. I title I helped forge from nothing. A title I created. I title I pioneered, and a title you reinvented. Despite what the fans said-you were my pick to win the Best Hybrid Champion of 2012-not that scumbag Victor Jace. This Wednesday Night Timothy, it’s not about controversy. It’s about respect. I respect you Timothy, you know that, the world knows that. I believe that if you would consider staying with PWX after this Wednesday Night-that you would be a future Hall of Famer, that you would go down with the greats in this company’s long history. In just a short amount of time sir, you have revitalized a division that was left-kinda stagnant by human feces like Bob Pooler and Victor Jace. A division that due to people like Jacob Rollins deciding to walk away from the company-and vacating the belt, was looked at as passé and dead.

 

[He pauses and smiles-setting the belt down.]

 

Pariah: This Wednesday Night, I am sure of two things. One, I will walk to the ring, and I will shake your hand. Two, the match will end-and I will shake your hand again. What happens in between the bells? Thats the journey, that’s the excitement, thats the fun. Wednesday Night, in Osaka….we will make a show of it-and the first part in the Rebirth of John Pariah…will begin. When Pariah Met Hunt…In Osaka….that’s what the wrestling world will be buzzing about come Thursday morning. The Hybrid Hall of Fame-and unlike other matches being announced soon…..this truly is…Once…In A Lifetime……

 

[He smiles, as we cut to black.]