Acknowledging the past….
[We open in a large cemetery; the camera man is wandering around-catching glimpses of the different headstones. We pan over to a large angel, that reads “OLESEN”.]
John Pariah: I’ve done a lot of bad things in my time. I’ve hurt a lot of people. I’ve broken every cardinal rule, I’ve commited every sin. I’m the furthest thing from a hero in this world….
[The camera turns, and see’s John Pariah setting a bouquet of roses on the tombstone. His hair pulled back and eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses.]
John Pariah: I’ve built a legacy, a legacy that neither of you were here to witness. I’ve built an empire that has been taken from me. Now, Jason and I are starting fresh in Chicago-and I think it’s time to close the book on Dad’s dream.
??: You know he’d kick your ass if he heard you say that right?
[He turns around, and Jason Parker Olesen walks into frame.]
Pariah: What’s the point?
JPO: To keep fighting. Would you abandon Madison? Would you abandon your unborn? They why would you abandon PWX?
Pariah: It’s not the PWX we built Jason…..it’s a shell of its former self…
JPO: It can still be saved. Troy Stone isn’t the one to save it John. Unfortuantly, Darin and Brian have fairly airtight contracts. None of my lawyers have been able to undo any of the damage they have caused.
Pariah: You don’t have the best track record legally….
JPO: But I know my shit John. Look at how the Hybrid Title has been passed around like a cheap whore since you lost it. Do you really think Stone or Ojeda are proper faces for the company?
Pariah:…no…
JPO: And what about Adam? You can tell the Establishment isn’t going to do anything for him. They’re going to insure he isn’t getting near the World Title…..just like you.
Pariah: Just like me….
JPO: They’re going to do everything in their power to keep you out. You running away to 2CW isn’t helping John. I appreciate the hand, but you’re the hero PWX is…
Pariah: I won’t get near the World Title…because of the Establishment….
JPO: And because you won’t man up-and face your demons head on. PWX is dying, and you’re the cure….
[Pariah looks down at the ground, as Jason smacks him across the face.]
JPO: Where is the brother I used to have? The brother that nearly died in that ring time and time again? Where the hell did he go to?
[Pariah remains with his head down.]
JPO: Think about it John…I have business to attend to…
[He turns around and heads down the grassy knoll…]
JPO: Don’t let us down John…
[Pariah smirks…and turns back to the headstone…]
Pariah: I’ve done some bad things…….
[He steps on the roses as we fade to black.]
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Reveling in the present….
[i]Recorded on April 19th after 2CW’s “New Frontiers” event in Chicago, IL[/i]
[The locker room is empty and John Pariah is seen packing his bag, the last to leave. Visibly dejected at his loss to Brad Jackson, as well as his loss in the Four Way Tag Match. Things aren’t looking bright for the 15 year pro.]
James Silkk: Hey man, you okay?
[He looks up, as James walks into the locker room.]
Pariah: I assumed every one had left.
Silkk: They did…ring crews pretty much done…the janitor wants to clean up and get the hell out of here.
Pariah: Yeah, sorry…I’ve just been thinking…
Silkk: I know man…I lost my belt tonight, I get how you’re feeling.
Pariah: No Jim. It’s more than that. I have a bucket list for this year. Beating Jackson was one of them. Winning gold in PWX again was another-and winning that match would have put Adam and I in a position to capture the World Tag Titles….
Silkk: That’s not what you’re really after, is it John?
Pariah: No…it isn’t. My PWX legacy has omitted one thing for long enough….
Silkk: Than…you may want to check Twitter…
[Pariah pulls his phone out of his pocket, looking over his timeline.]
Pariah: Pariah vs Stone, at The Initiative?
Silkk: Looks to be that way…
[He smirks…]
Pariah: Guess its time to pay the piper…and shut him up for good….
[He slings his bag over his shoulder, and they head out the door as we fade to black.]
Forging the future…
[We fade into a hotel room in Tampa, Florida. We hear the shower running for awhile, as the camera pans around the empty room. It turns off, and we hear Lillith Morgan.]
Lillith: I’ll be right back….
[A very pregnant Lillith Morgan walks out, in a towel and screams.]
Lillith: Jesus fucking Christ…you guys need to like tell is when you’re coming!
[Another female voice is heard.]
??: What’s up ba—JESUS!
[Willow, Lillith’s long time girl friend walks out in a towel as well….]
Willow: Really? Really? Fucking Christ…
[They walk into the other room…as Pariah walks out of the bathroom, also in a towel. He turns to the camera man and sighs.]
Pariah: Really? What do you want? Are you Markiss?
Cameraguy: No..no sir…
Pariah: Listen..if you filmed any of…that…
[He points towards the room the girls are in/]
Pariah: I want half of the proceeds….got it?
Cameraguy: Y—yes sir..
Pariah: Now, give me a moment…
[He puts his hand over the camera, and we go to static…]
STATIC..
[We come back, and Pariah is sitting in a chair, wearing a pair of black pants and a new Wornstar hoodie. The hood is up, and he’s smiling-gazing at the floor, as the camera comes in on him.]
Pariah: Thank you for waiting…….
[He looks up, smiling.]
Pariah: So I’ve been here in Tampa for like…12 hours. We arrived, I had a slew of media appearance-because unlike the people who hold belts in this company-I care about its public image. I care when I have a media appearance to promote a show, or an event, or a book, or a DVD or anything. I don’t see John Ojeda-your World Champion-making the rounds. I don’t see TJ Codair, your Hybrid Champion-making the rounds. Nikki Blade? The Next Gen Champion? Mascara Muerte-your Tag Team Champions? Nope. They’re all radio silent. They talk a big game on social media-and than when the people actually want to hear from them-it’s nothing. You don’t see The Establishment caring about the fans that pay their paychecks. And Troy Stone…heh…Troy fucking Stone. The Divine One…..when’s the last time he did anything for the company that made him famous?
[He smirks and chuckles a bit, gazing into the camera.]
Pariah: It’s okay Troy…it’s alright. I understand. You’re getting married now aren’t ya? Congratulations. I would offer you a fine bottle of wine-as a wedding present… but you do enough of that as is, and I’m currently leading the pool we have going around-to see how long it lasts. So why waste a perfectly good bottle?
[He chuckles again, leaning back.]
Pariah: In all seriousness Troy. We meet at long last…we’ve both been wanting this for months..and at The Initiative, we collide. Stone vs Pariah. Pariah vs Stone. Divinity versus, well…not so quite…
[He pauses and smirks gathering his thoughts for a minute.]
Pariah: Troy Stone, I am far from divine. I’ll be the first to admit it. I’ve done some pretty dastardly things. I once kidnapped and tortured Brian Hollywood. I’ve wrapped people in razor wire, I’ve broken bones, bodies, and spirits. I’ve set my childhood home ablaze…and now-right here in Tampa, I will break you. You see, you’ve finally seen the light, and I know how dangerous you can be Troy. You’ve finally pulled the five parted dildo that is Darin Zion’s hand out of your ass, and you’ve awoken to a world you forgot existed. The Establishment is a cancer Troy. I know that, Stryker knows that, and by now you should know that! You still want to continue this little war? Than fine…we’ll continue it-and we’ll just let them win….because the rest of the roster, who should be rising up to take down tyranny, is too busy stroking their own egos and fighting amongst themselves!
[Pariahs eyes burn with rage, as he stands up and gets right in the camera.]
Pariah: Troy. My destiny has been written, and my legacy is etched in stone. You have become as much of a plague on MY PWX as The Establishment has. You have become just as big of a cancer as they are. The House of Stone, The Establishment, is the disease….and I am the cure. Your fate is mine to decide son….and after a taste of a mirakuru, maybe you’ll see things my way….
[He smirks as we fade to black.]
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