Post by John Pariah on Mar 25, 2016 1:15:50 GMT
“Jace, the first time we met at Collision Course-you beat me...you beat after two previous matches. The second time, you beat me….with interference from your new little fuckbuddy. Is Zion jealous?”
[Pariah pauses, and lets out an audible sigh, as the camera turns on and he’s leaning against the wall.]
“Now? It’s a tag team showdown. Call us what you want, BulletSCARS, the ARCHETYPE-we redefined the industry in 2015-while Jace had Lee Best’s hand so far up his ass, he was doing a Jeff Dunham impersionation act. One on one, nothing to distract us-no one else invovled..I don’t believe Jason can beat me, and I think he knows that. That’s why he had Julian interfere last time-and hand him the title. That’s why he surrounds himself with useless yes men. I mean he learned from the master right?
So here we are, the Kingdom vs the Archetype….Jace is the GPC Heavyweight Champion, his new friend is no one to be seen-and Jordan Ciserano-my partner in all of this-is talking about redefining NJFC….”
[Talia walks into frame, and hands John the REDEFINE Openweight Championship.]
“Earlier this year, we created this championship belt. The Openweight Championship-to redefine what a title picture could be. We set out to reinvent the wheel, and prove that weight limits weren’t needed. We set out to prove that style limits-weren’t needed..and Emile Black and I tore the house down to make this title mean something. Now here I stand, the one and only Openweight Champion. Jordan the REDEFINE World Champion. Caliban and I are focused on Boardwalk Jason-but Jordan? He and I have a purpose..and its just a matte rof time before the revival spreads to, and then-it’s regicide for you.”
[He smiles, and lets out a little chuckle.]
“I did pose a question to you Jason. What’s a king to a God? You came back and questioned me. That’s fine. I don’t expect the uneducated masses to understand. I just hope you realize this Jason. At Retribution-this little war between us? It won’t end. It won’t end until you are unconcious on your back-broken, bloodied, and beaten. It won’t end-until I hold that GPC Championship above my head-and stand with my foot on your throat. You can throw me to the wolves Jason, I’ll come back-leading the pack. Every fight, every war, every battle, every scar. I’ll use them to build my throne…”
[He smiles-putting his left hand out in a gun-as Talia falls suit with her right hand.]
“Your fate, is ours to decide….”
