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Post by PWXonline on May 8, 2014 20:51:30 GMT -5
Six Man Tag Team Match
Bad Company and Caleb Houston vs Anarchy 99 and John Pariah
Deadline: 5-13-14 at Midnight CST
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Post by Noah Hanson on May 11, 2014 22:25:13 GMT -5
Nighthawk....
Former World Champion....
The Self Proclaimed Submission Machine...
Mr. Squeaky Clean...
See Hawk you need a public relations officer, someone to put a spin on everything. See how easy it was to get under your skin AGAIN. All it took was for me and Sam to beat the utter milk out of your so called partner Jason Aries. I mean you could be teamed with a lead anchor and let's, be honest here because the anchor probably has more charisma then Aries but back to point you could carry just about anyone and anything to a great match and yet you continue to pull that dead weight behind you. For what? Does he have something on you that is forcing you to team with him, I mean I just don't get it. It really boggles my mind that you would willingly walk down the ramp with this meat sack and try to carry this guy to a great match and then have the balls to say your a team, because where I come from a team consists of both members doing equal parts to insure success and that is when you look at Sam and I we both do our part to make sure the team is a success. If you can't get past that part of the equation then you really have no business being in this profession. You have to go out there day in and day, night after night proving that you are the very best at what you do and Hawk I have seen that passion, that drive is in your heart, it makes you the wrestler that you are.
But then again I look at you and I laugh, I shake my head and wonder where you are going. I wonder what has happened to you, someone that just a few short months ago you couldn't...no wouldn't be stopped. You made it your purpose at one time to try and wipe me off the face of the wrestling planet, now obviously you didn't get very far on the plan but still why are you settling? Why are you just ok with being mediocre? You are a world class athlete, a star among a see of garbage yet you seem to be fine with it. That is why we did what we did last week. To prove a point to show that when you surround yourself with inferior product it breeds mediocrity and that is exactly what has happened to you. You deserve better, you should be pummeling people, ripping limbs from their sockets as they scream for you to let go, you could be so much more if only you could let the darkness in.
And don't get me wrong, I am not asking you to work with me, not asking for an alliance. At some point the frustration will grow, you'll look at Jason and the anger will fester like an open would, you'll scratch at it, try to bandage it up and hope that it heals but the fact of the matter is this Hawk it will be there until you decide to address it, it WILL eat away at you eventually you can fight it all you want but it will be there always poking at you like a stick. But I know that you want to get your hands on me for what we did to Aries this past week and maybe you'll do just that maybe you will get the chance to beat the living daylights out of me and that is all fine and dandy but just remember this you can only deny the facts for so long Hawk, you can tell yourself whatever you want to make yourself feel better at night and make sure you throw that cute little catch phrase at me at end it to because we all know that you can't live without saying.
Just make sure you bring that walking potato sack you call a partner with you and make sure you do everything you can to make him look good. I mean it must really make your soul shine knowing that you are doing something like this. See me and Sam we won't do anyone any favors like we are here to go out there and bust heads and cause chaos win or lose doesn't really matter. See the way I see it people have tried to run me out of PWX people like you Hawk, you tried your damnedest to run me right the hell out of this place but ya just didn't have the balls to do what it takes to finish the job. Back in the day when I wrestled in Wrestling Midwest and later nMw there were a couple of fellows that were up to the task about trying to do whatever it takes to put me out of action. In WMW a man by the name of Justin Evers, a man that I once called a friend, a man that I shared the road with just didn't have the stomach to do what I was doing to get to the top of the heap. He took it worse then anyone ever did that I was tight with and in the end he went farther then just about anyone as far as wanting to really end it all. See that is what happens when I push buttons, when I stir my shit stew. People get offended, they take it to hard or to personal and then things spiral downward after that.
See then there are people like Tytus Rost when I was in nMw, someone that immediately hated the way I carried myself. He made it know from day one that he didn't like ANYTHING I did and went to put an end to my career worse then anyone other then Justin, he was brutal, gave me everything I could handle and that is why when someone says they are gonna end me, even me and Sams' partner this week one John Pariah, someone that is even more of the foundation of PWX then I am but see another person that wanted me out of PWX even had his own group the Court that decided they were judge, jury and in the end they wanted to be my executioner but the facts are this there is no one that is going to put this old dog down until this dog decides to do it himself. I know my time is drawing near and I don't need John Pariah, Nighthawk or Dain Zion to tell me that. I have done more for this business then Zion and Hollywood have combined. Zion goes out there and toots his own little fucking horn, “I've done this!” “I'm a Grand Champion” “I suck a mean cock too!” all the while he claims to have me just where he wants me. Fine and dandy ass bag, pay me month after month, I will gladly take the PWX money and sit back and laugh at you two so called PWX legends all the way to the back.
In case you haven’t figured I don't fear the Establishment, I didn't fear the Court and I wouldn't have feared John Ojeda and whatever it was that he was planning to do. People have given me there very best, wanted to drive to the edge of this business, ran their mouths till they were cotton mouthed and then in the end all they saw was me still standing there, smiling sometimes to mock them even worse. See I am not in reality mocking anyone, I could if I wanted to but when you want to take someone out, when you have the balls to make the claim and say it for the whole world to hear then you had better have the balls to back it up and finish the job or just retract the words and apologize for not having a big enough dick in the first place.
I don't know anything about Caleb Houston except that he is a newly signed star, a PWX virgin well newbie don't take it to hard when I don't run a mile off about you. Its nothing personal, not trying to discredit you or anything. You have been drawn into a personal spat between two stars, you have been thrown into the mix by the two assclowns that claim they are running this place, the ones that let John Ojeda manipulate them into letting him get half ownership of PWX. He would have had to kill me before he'd have gotten any shares of what I owned. See that is the difference between me and Zion, see Zion is a little spineless jellyfish, the kind spongebob and patrick try to catch. Houston do yourself a favor, don't get sucked into this mindnumbing madness, it will suck your lifeforce dry. Just do me favor, I am sure we are going to meet in the ring this week at some point and time do me a favor I am going to offer my hand for you to shake....just do yourself a favor and shake it.
Anarchy 99 and John Pariah are going to win this match, John a word of advice to you in closing. I haven’t forgotten the Court, hasn't slipped my mind how you wanted to wipe me out of PWX. You claimed that I had failed PWX and all that jazz. Do yourself an even bigger favor and just play your role, tag in once in a while and one last thing...
Stay out of my way... |
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Post by Noah Hanson on May 12, 2014 20:52:50 GMT -5
I love how Darin tries to paint himself as some sort of conquering hero, he must have selective memory syndrome. He picks and chooses what he remembers, he wants to say that he used to want to be like people like me, Pariah and Norcia when back in the day but the fact of the matter is this....Zion has never been in the same league as any of us. As much as it pains me to say this Pariah I respect to a certain degree for the simple fact that he has cut the damn string that was attached to him from PWX and has went out and tried to carve a little bit of a niche in other feds. It doesn't matter if he has a ton of success or wins a crap load of titles because he has went out there and explored other places maybe even some other cultures.
But not Zion, no he couldn't be bothered to go out there and try a few new things, no he had to be...no he WANTED to be the big fish in a small pond, padding his stats like a thirteen year girl stuffing her bra before prom. See Zion no matter how many times you try to twist and turn it, things don't change, you want to throw out the grand champion crap but the fact of the matter is you would have never done anything like that if PWX had actually been stacked like it was in the old days. People know the truth it is standing there staring at them. I don't need to preach about my accomplishments at every PWX show. People know that when Noah Hanson is there they get quality, they get entertained and they know that Noah isn't going to disappoint, see you sit there and try to drag my name down and compare me to some of the other clowns that have come and gone in PWX but the fact of the matter is this. I was never married to PWX, I wasn't afraid to go out there and prove my talents all over the country and all over the world against some of the very best so you just go ahead you keep throwing out those accolades, you keep patting yourself on the back bro, keep holding talent down all in the name of promoting your own brand like your some kind of five dollar whore. But we all know how you are, most of us have seen it for years, we have seen how you consistently need to validate your own career. You need to have a new title to add to your own list of personal mountains you have climbed, you remind me of Linus dragging around his blanket except all your accomplishments are dragging behind you Darin and the only person that cares about it is you.
You like to talk about how you what was it “#camesawconquered” but again you didn't do it when PWX was at its upper level, could you have done what you did when Bryan Willet, Tyler Boyd, Skylar Kelly, Peter Octavian, Zafirah or Dylan Greenwood were the stars. I mean you can sit there and talk about how you once wanted to be like us but deep down in your heart you are still trying to be like Noah Hanson, you wish you had the heart to what I did but the fact remains you just weren't able to cut the apron string, you didn't have the balls to go out into the dark, scary world and see what happens. No you went back to Mamma Hollywood and hid behind her skirt and all be damned if anyone tried to make you leave your comfort zone. I mean I have to give a little credit at least Hollywood got you to go a little bit outside of the grand scale of PWX but running on over to that other shithole named High Octane Wrestling. And for the record by doing this freaking battle royale and actually extending an invite to douchebags like Scottywood and Lee Best you might as well have everyone take a shit in ring and then drag their collective asses across the ring like a dog with worms.
Just face it Darin, you want to be like Noah it pains you to see what I have done over the course of my career and come back here and have you shackle me to this place till November and still be successful, still win matches and still give you a middle finger at each and every opportunity that presents itself. But its ok Darin I get it, you know that I want out, you know that I am a patient person, you want to push buttons, well push away pal do your worse but do you really want to put to much attention on me when you might have another uprising on your hands with the little three ring circus that keeps showing up. I mean Schmied might be this imposing monster, might even be somewhat intimidating but what happens the next time when this group comes a calling? Are you going to be able to do anything or are you going to just hand over the keys to your half of the kingdom AGAIN. I mean I really thought you would have grown some balls at some point, all that tough talk about how you were going to purge the poison from PWX and yet when the chips were down and Ojeda grabbed were your manhood should have been all he found was a mangina. You folded up faster then a lawn chair in a wind storm so I guess you only talk tough when you have the advantage. See that would have never happened to me, if Ojeda had done anything even remotely close to me like that he would have had to murder me because I wouldn't have signed so see what I am saying you say you have passion for PWX but you are only going to go so far, you have your limits and now EVERYONE has seen it.
COWARD...
SPINELESS...
WANNA BE....
Your fate Darin....now you have to live with it...
[Some local bar in Chicago]
[8 pm local time]
[5-12-2014]
Sam is shown sitting at the car, he has a long line of empty bottles, the bartender drops off another bottle of Guinness and then a glass of bourbon. He takes a drink from the bottle and then quickly down the bourbon.
“Again!” Sam demands and taps the glass on the counter and pushes it towards the bartender.
“You sure buddy?” the bartender asked.
“Yep, got a big match in a couple days and need to get this out of the way so I am clear as a whistle then.” Sam said with a slight slur of his words.
The bartender shrugs his shoulders and fills the glass again. “Not your old man.”
A shapely young lady, a fiery red head sits next to Sam, looks over at what Sam is drinking and then nods to the bartender. “Another round and then the same for me.”
Sams' eyebrows raise and then he eyes the young lady, her black high heels tapping gently on the barstool. Her black stockings running up a pair of voluptuous legs which meet at a very short leather skirt and then move on to a revealing blue satin blouse. “Thanks doll...”
“You look like you could use a fun night, heard what you said and you sound like my kinda man.” the redhead said as she as she flipped her long hair back.
“I doubt I am your kinda man, old, broken door doubt any women is looking for that. All I am is a man that is just trying to avoid the reaper long enough to have one last run and see what happens at the end.”
Sam explained as he took another drink of his beer.
“Well what could be a better way to go then to go out happy?” the red head said as she ran her left hand up the leg of Sam.
Sams' cell buzzed he looked and saw that it was Noah, sighed and placed it in his pocket and then looked at the redhead. “Let's see what kinda fun we can have but just be warned I am not a kid so be gentle.”
“Just leave you in my hands and let me take care of everything, I promise you'll be addicted to me after tonight.” the redhead said as the camera caught a glimpse of a tattoo on her forearm it shows a bottle of poison with skulls and crossbones and the word...
Toxin... |
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Post by Jason Aries on May 13, 2014 18:16:16 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside Xsport Fitness in Chicago, Illinois the camera takes note of the big crowds of people as it slowly makes its way through. The camera then stops as it seems to find what it was looking for as we see Jason covered in sweat. He takes his mouth guard out and puts it down on a towel taking in a few deep breaths as he sits down on a weight bench. The sweat just continues to pour off of him but he could care less as he just begins speaking.
“I went in to last week telling the entire world that Noah Hanson could not and would not beat us that he was just trying to hang on to long. The match ended in a no contest which means yes we did not beat them but you two did not beat us either did you. I saw the look in your eyes Noah you knew when that bell ring you were in for a fight you did not anticipate. I listened to you piss bitch and moan about this that and the other and when it came down to it you could not get the job done. The fact is your words meant nothing then they mean nothing now yet here we are again. I have to give you credit you whined to Darin and Brain enough and now we have a six man tag on our hands.”
He reaches down and grabs a gallon jug and untwists the cap and begins taking big gulps as he finishes he twists the cap back on. He puts the jug on the floor as he does he sits back up and takes his focus off of the camera taking in a another deep breath. He coughs a little clearing his throat as he seems to try composing himself and focusing a little. The camera then catches the outline of mma style gloves on his hands as he refocuses his attention and speaks.
“I am not exactly sure why in the hell you wanted this match so badly or how in the hell you got John Pariah of all people to be your partner but that’s not an issue at this point. I believe your so intent on trying to prove your better than everyone that you cannot handle not defeating anyone. Noah when will you learn that at the end of the day your time has passed its our time now. The facts are what they are if you took either Night Hawk or myself on in singles matches you would have no shot. I know I sound cocky but the truth is I no longer care this issue has finally become personal. I now want to do nothing more than embarrass you each and every time we step in the ring with each other.”
He takes a few seconds and takes the gloves off as he does he begins clinching his hands in to fists as the camera picks up on him becoming more and more intense. He takes a deep breath as his eyes lock with the camera but he just chooses not to say a word. He locks eyes with the camera lens as he does he seems ready to go to war as we are looking at a man whose ready to die for what he stands for. He waits a few seconds and takes a deep breath and then speaks.
“John Pariah it seems as if you and I are destined to always be a part of each other’s career no matter what we do or where we go. I have nothing but respect for you we both know that but at the end of the day there are times in this business where that means nothing. I am walking in to this match to do what I was taught and what you taught me to be the best in the world. I have had my ass kicked all over this world by you but on the other hand I have taken you to the limit as well. I have been in the ring with you when you have been more brutal then most men. I am still here which means only one thing you have taught me well maybe a little too well.”
“I am just going to say this here and now whoever is standing across that ring from me at the end of this match Night Hawk and myself and Caleb Houston walk out the winners. I am going to show the entire world just how brutal and violent I could be. I have been with this company for two years and in that time I have seen this company have its ups and downs. I myself have had the ups and downs but for a while now my career has been on the upswing. I am not going to let things change now so let’s find out if the legends can hang with the new blood. I am coming for each and every one of you do you really think you still have what it takes well we are going to find out.”
He gets up and goes back to working out as the camera watches the scene fades to black.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2014 19:25:44 GMT -5
“Very few fighters get the consideration of racehorses, which are put out to pasture to grow old with dignity and comfort when they haven't got it anymore.” Budd Schulberg
As Nighthawk throws a royal-blue roll of athletic tape into his gear bag before heading off to the United Center to join with his Bad Company partner Jason Aries as well as Caleb Houston to take on Anarchy 99 and PWX paterfamilias John Pariah one has to wonder if the hometown boy is feeling the pressure of not just knowing that he is going to be competing in front of his friends and families, but is doing so with the very real threat of having to compete against his friend, partner, and brother-in-arms the next week hanging over his head like the proverbial sword of Damocles. But while that pressure is something he can push off until next week, and cross that proverbial bridge when he comes to it, the idea that he can finally put the unpleasantness of last week’s affairs with Anarchy 99 behind him is something that he is looking forward to with an almost bestial anticipation. However, while some in his position would allow their thoughts to be consumed by nothing more than the burning need for revenge that has to be driving him, the “Wrestling Machine” fully understands that focusing solely on revenge would be the absolute worst thing to do for someone in his position.
But as the “Man of 1000 Holds” grabs the blue, white, and orange ring gear festooned with logos from both Chicago and Minneapolis that serves as the ring gear for his partnership with Jason Aries and throws that into his gear bag, the door to his bedroom yawns open and in walks his wife Sin who takes one sideways glance at her husband before brushing out her long jet-black hair. Slipping into a green-and-orange negligee befitting her graduation from the University of Miami which covers her 44-30-44 figure like a glove she lies down on the bed and glares at her husband, the heat behind her dark-brown eyes finally drawing his attention.
(Author’s Note: This conversation took place in Spanish.)
Sin: “It feels right, in a way that I didn’t think I would be able to wrap my head around before now, to know that I won’t have to sit here in my room waiting for you, worrying nervously if you’re going to be alright. That fills me with a kind of peace that I honestly didn’t think I was going to be able to have again, since you’ve been traveling the world so much in the past few months. But what does concern me, Tristan, is the idea that you’re getting into this with Noah Hanson again. Do you remember last time? Do you remember what it was that he wanted to turn you into, the person he wanted you to become? It bothers me that he can still find a way in, a way to torment you like this. And now he’s using Jason to try and dig the knife in further.”
Nighthawk: “It’s funny about all of that. For some reason, and I don’t know where this started, people think of Jason as my Burt Ward, just a sidekick I found out of nowhere. The truth is that Jason is entirely capable of handling his problems on his own, as Noah should already be well-aware. The other part of this is that Noah should know that what he’s planning isn’t going to work, because he’s already tried to make it work. It’s the equivalent of making fetch happen. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many times you keep uttering it, it’s just never going to happen. He’s never going to get me into the sort of person that he wants me to be. I'm just tired of it, tired of knocking him back again and again just because he won’t allow himself to admit that he’s not nearly as smart as he thinks he is.”
Sin: “Just don’t get sucked in. You have goals, things you want to accomplish with Jason, and it’s not going to make those goals happen any faster if you allow whatever Noah is trying to do to you to have any effect on you whatsoever.”
Nodding his head, Nighthawk continues to pack up his gear bag as his wife busies herself with getting ready for bed.
The next morning….
As Nighthawk walks out of the front door of his townhouse, he slowly closes his eyes. Clad in a black Ultimate Spider-Man t-shirt, blue jeans, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” opens his eyes and walks to his car.
Nighthawk: “I'm not young anymore, at least not physically. There are too many wars on this body, too many nights spent under a surgeon’s knife and days after in rehab and physical therapy, for me to ever consider myself to be young again physically. But there is a difference between experience and standing. Jason and I have a lot of experience, and so does Caleb. You simply don’t get here if that’s not the case. When it comes to standing, however, that’s where the whole thing changes. No matter what Jason and I have already done here, or what Caleb Houston has the potential to do, our standing will never change. We will always be the men who came after the previous generation. But this week, Bad Company welcomes a provisional member. This week, Caleb Houston joins up with Jason and I to do a job that we’ve each tried to do so many times before, but for whatever reason, we couldn’t get done. This week, the three of us bury Anarchy 99 and John Pariah where they stand. And when that’s done, maybe just maybe, we can start the process of starting a new generation where their legacies once stood. Our opportunity isn’t at the battle royal at the top of the card this week, it’s when we’re in the top of the card the next week.
But to do this right, to get done what needs to get done, the odds are very real that we will be burying someone I have respect for, someone who helped me get my foot in the door here. But that respect now comes with an aftertaste. John, every time I've faced you now, I've beaten you. and every time that victory came I assumed something was going to come with it that never did, and that was validation from that group of fans that still hold fast to the lie that PWX’s history starts and ends with you. But that validation, that acknowledgement that the next generation has been doing worthy things, will never come as long as at least one of what some are calling the ‘4 Corners of Heaven’ still remain around. So this week, John, as much as I won’t enjoy the act of doing it, this part has to be done. This week, John, I beat you again. This week, John, I take your dream from you.
I have experience here with people taking my dreams away from me, and experience here with finally fulfilling the things you know you should be doing. And John, if getting there was in anyone’s hands but mine, I'd be rooting for you. I'd want you to fulfill that dream. I know how much it can mean. But the problem you’re going to be having is that your dream isn’t in anyone else’s hands. It’s in MINE. And because it’s in mine, it’s not going to happen. Your dream ends right here, John.
And now, rather seamlessly, that brings me to the people who I don’t much care if I hurt. Let me make something clear, Anarchy 99. This won’t end the way you wish. Noah, you’ve tried this before. So many times, actually, that I would have believed by now that you would have tried to come up with some other way to get to me because this one clearly isn’t going to bear fruit for you. but yet, here you are. Always pushing the proverbial rock up the proverbial hill, hoping against hope that this will be the time I surrender to my inner darkness and become just….. like….. you. That’s what this is really about isn’t it, Noah? The idea that you need a protégé, something to prove that your career and the ideals you’ve held to mean something, is a powerful one. But this week, I put the lie to it. This week, the symbols you rely on to mean something in the world run headlong into mine.
Honor, discipline, respect for my opponents and myself. Those are my ideals. Those are the articles of faith I follow that have gotten me here. And believe me when I tell you, Noah, you’re not going to turn me into a heretic.
Goodnight everyone. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”
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Post by Caleb Houston on May 13, 2014 19:26:48 GMT -5
For the first time in about four years I was victorious inside of a wrestling ring. It felt good, but still it felt like something, or someone, was missing. Hence the reason I was now reverting to some old habits. I sat there on the edge of my bed in the hotel room. A tourniquet wrapped around my bicep I was holding the edge of it in my teeth. In my other hand was the needled. Finding the vein I pressed the needle into my skin. A light jab of pain as it broke the skin. Once inside I pumped the ‘magic’ into my veins. I removed the band, and the needle from my arm. I could feel the icy cold tingle creeping up my arm.
Soon, I would be in heaven.
“Welcome home..’
I said to myself with my eyes closed. The juices now entering my heart, and in that moment I was free. Not a care in the world. This is what I needed. This is what I was living for anymore. Slowly I began to drift off to my happy place. To a part of my life where everything made sense. Where there was no more pain, only comfort. I was then interrupted by a knock at the door. I shook my head to slowly bring myself back to reality. There was another knock. This time much louder, and longer.
“Hang on!.. I’m coming… Fuck!’
I called out as I pushed myself to my feet. I made my way around the corner, and to the door. I looked through the peep hole, but whoever was out there didn't want me to see who they were as their hand was covering the other end.
‘Who is it? I didn’t order any room service.’
I called out. I wasn’t about to open the door if I didn’t know who it was. Back in Philadelphia for the first time in years I’m sure there were plenty of people who were still looking for me to settle up some old debts.
‘Just open the door..’
A familiar voice called out from the other side of the door. I took a step back from the door. I was astonished to hear this voice. I hadn’t heard from this person in 6 years. What could they possibly want from me now? I opened the door, and on the other side stood Adam Stone. He was wearing a pair of black sneakers, dark jeans, and a tight black t-shirt. His hands, arms, and neck were covered in tattoos. A black beanie was covering his long black hair. He looked a lot better than the last time I had seen him. He bulked up, and his eyes weren’t as distant. I stood there for a second looking at him.
‘What… not happy to see me?’
He asked as he pushed past me, and into the hotel room. He looked around a bit before he saw the needle laying on the bed. He looked over at me, disappointment in his eyes, before he picked up the needle and tossed it into the trash. I still had not said a word to him. I just watched him as he inspected the room.
‘What are you doing here?’
I finally broke my silence as I leaned against the wall. Adam made his way over to the corner of the hotel room, and took a seat in the chair. Tossing his feet up on the table next to him.
‘Well, I heard you were back in town. So I figured I would stop by.’
‘For what? It’s been like six years. What could you possibly want from me?’
Adam and I hadn’t really ended on good terms. Matter of fact... it was about as bad as it could’ve possibly been. But he didn’t seem overly concerned with that.
‘Just to check in. I know you hit a little rough patch in your life there for a while. Wanted to see how everything was going. Mend some scars. But it looks like you’re doing great.’
He said to me. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he spoke. I wasn’t really in the mood to get another lecture. I’ve been getting them my whole life. I just shook my head, and rolled my eyes a bit.
‘Look, Adam, you’re the last person who needs to talk to me about doing great. Don’t you remember? The whole reason why you got released from EWA was the cocaine problem. How in the hell did you even stay out of jail after all that? I mean possession with intent to deliver is a pretty serious charge, no?
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Adam sat there for a second. I could tell my words hurt him, but he exhaled deeply and shrugged it off.
‘A lot of money, and very good lawyers is what got me out of that one, but hey thanks for reminding me kid. Anyways, if we’re done taking shots at one another. Let’s talk. How’s everything going? Are you still seeing the doctor?’
Getting a bit more comfortable with the fact Adam was around I made my way over to the bed. I sat down on the edge. I reached into the mini fridge and pulled out two beers. I tossed one to Adam and kept one for myself. I cracked open the beer and took a large sip before continuing the conversation.
‘No, no more doctors. They’re just a waste of money. All they do is tell you what they think you want to hear. Then they keep colleting their checks. Got sick of paying the bill with no real progress being made. I’ve been doing better with my journal entries. I still get the same stuff off my chest, but I don’t have to deal with the $250 an hour bill’
Adam nodded his head. He knew the struggle of being in this business. There was always something going on. Some sort of problem that a wrestler needed help with. Doctors. Lawmakers. They all saw it, and they drove the price through the roof because they knew we would be willing to pay for it.
‘As long as you got something to work with. Don’t want to see you going on the same path I went. Eventually you’ll lose it all. Family. Friends. Relationships. It’s a never ending cycle of loss in this business. You need to have some sort of release otherwise it will overcome you.’
I closed my eyes as he spoke. The words friends, and relationships cut deep as he spoke. I had seen that first had. I had made an incorrect judgment call a few years ago. Regarding a friend who I saw so much more in than just a friendship. She was someone I enjoyed spending time with. But I made the choice to pick my manager. The two of them never saw eye to eye. Now I know why. I thought my manager was going to come through with all these promises, but she never did. She fed me the pills. She’s one of many reasons I am the way I am now. This other girl saw that, and tried to warn me but I never wanted to hear it. My eyes were focused on one goal, and one goal only that was to be a champion. If I could go back and relive that point in my life. I would’ve picked her. All these years later I still thought about her every day. I guess you could say I loved her. That wasn’t my style. Love wasn’t a feeling I thought I would ever have. That was … until I had realized what I lost when she left. I swear I could still smell her hair. I could still feel the ..
‘Caleb…’
Adams voice hit me like a slap to the face as he quickly brought me back to reality. I shook my head and looked back at him.
‘Sorry..’
‘It’s okay.. I thought I lost you there for a second. Well, let me get down to why I really came by here.’
He said to me as he stood up from the chair, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a set of keys and tossed them to me. I reached out with my right hand snatching them out of the air. I looked at them for a second, and then looked at Adam
‘What are these?’
‘They’re keys to the gym, and the apartment above the gym. If you’re back in Philadelphia I want you to have both. I’m never up here. I don’t need the apartment, and I don’t really have the time anymore to deal with the gym. So I’m handing it over to you. Everything is situated there. I have a really good gym manager she’s been doing great work. All you have to do is answer a few questions every once in a while.’
I sat there for a second or two speechless. I thought I was going to be living out of hotels for the foreseeable future. But Adam had other plans for me. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was doing this, but I wasn’t going to question it.
‘Thank you..’
‘Hey, you started your career at that gym. I thought you would enjoy having it as a place to resurrect your career. There’s some money in the apartment too. It’s for you. I’ve made some of the worst decisions ever in my life. I want to make sure the people I helped, and watched grow in this business don’t have the same problems I did. I’m just going to need you to help me with some things over the next few weeks. Call it payment for the gym, and apartment.’
I nodded my head. I had got a text from JT a day or so ago letting me know Adam had stopped by with a letter, and a pretty large check. Adam had made a lot of money in his career. From sponsors. Contracts. Helping build up different promotions. Gyms. And the properties he owned. He may have made some pretty shitty decisions in his life, but he also deserved some credit. A lot of the good decisions he made have made him a lot, and I mean A LOT, of money. The two of us sat there enjoying a few more beers and continuing with a bit of small talk.
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To Whom It May Concern
Have you ever heard anyone tell you that life was great? They were lying. Let’s face it. Life sucks. It does any and everything it can to bring you down. Not just sometimes, but all the time. Sure, I was the one who ultimately made the decision to come back to wrestling, but I could’ve just as easily said no. Then I would've been able to continue living my life in the shadows. Living my life alone. Just how I liked it. But not now. Now I need to pretend to be something I’m not. I need to continue to lie to everyone and tell them I’m great, and life is perfect. What was I thinking? Oh yeah that’s right, I wasn't.
Sure, you can say things are starting to look up. I mean I thought I was going to be living from paycheck to paycheck at cheap hotels. But I was met by a blast from the past in Adam Stone. I should’ve figured he was on his way. A little birdy told me he had recently spoke to him. So I knew it was only a matter of time before he would be stopping in to see me. I knew JT had received a large sum of money, but I was given a future. A gym. A constant income. Something inside didn’t feel right. It felt to me like Adam was buttering me up for something. Let’s face it. The only time Adam Stone was ever nice to anyone was when he wanted something from them. Time will tell.
Which brings us to the topic at hand. Caleb Houston in a six man tag team match. What I want to know is who thought it would be a good idea to put me in a tag team match? When will people realize I don’t play nice with others? I hate putting my fate in the hands of other people. Especially when it’s people I don’t know. Yeah, you could say JT and I always made a great team but let’s face it. We came up in this business together. We knew everything about each other. He knew exactly what I was going to give him, and I always knew exactly what I was going to get from him. Each and every step we took was calculated. It was almost as like the team was meant to be together. Kind of like Steve Young and Jerry Rice. He put the ball where it needed to be, and I would always be there to snatch it out of the air.
Enter Anarchy 99 and John Pariah. Three men who apparently have been working for the PWX for quite some time, but who I happen to know absolutely nothing about. Let’s get started with the Hanson family. It seems to me like your music career didn’t work out too well did it? Explain to me. Which one of you was the lead singer, and who was the pretty boy drummer? I highly doubt either of you had the skill to be the lead guitarist so that must have been your talented brother. Is this a resurrection of your fifteen minutes of fame? Is that what you’re going for here boys? I’ve seen teams like you before countless times. Sure as a group you may be able to handle yourselves. But what happens when you step into the ring with someone like Caleb Houston? What happens when you meet someone who was born to fight? Someone like me I like working against teams. Because people who fight together always have glaring weaknesses that the other person covers for. That’s where I strike. I find those weaknesses and I exploit them. I keep exploiting them. Winning a match doesn’t give me any gratification. I need to physically and emotionally break my opponent. I need to make sure they’re never the same person they were before they stepped into the ring with me. People always ask me how I can be so cold. Well, it’s quite simple. I’ve been fighting for too long to not let this business affect me. I’ve been through the peaks and the valleys. You can’t succeed in this business unless you’re willing to do anything and everything to win. This week will be no different. Sure, I may have two other people standing in my corner waiting to help me. Will I be willing to accept that help? Maybe. But don’t count on it. Like I’ve said before I don’t like to let my success lie in someone else’s hands. I’ve been screwed over too many times in my past when I relied on someone else. Never again will I allow that to happen.
John Pariah it took me a lot of searching. More than what I’m used to, but as I was getting ready to give up I found exactly what I was looking for. Looks like you’ve been through the ringer. Concussions. Neck Injuries. Various other bodily injures. I got to give it to you. Looking through your history it’s almost as if you’re the bionic man. You’ve had a long illustrious career. Do you really need this? Honestly, I don’t think you do. You may think you’ve been in the ring with anyone and everything. Yeah, you’ve been in the ring with a lot of people. Except for me. I don’t think you’ve ever seen someone with the technical ability that I have. I’m kind of like Michael Myers. I like to stalk my prey, and just when you think you’ve finally got away there I am. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating. For so long this business was all I had. I dedicated every waking moment to this sport. Learning. Watching film. It’s amazing how much you can learn by watching old film. Sure, you may sit there and say I’m no Matthew Moore, or Silencer what can you learn about me from watching their tape. It’s quite simple actually. If you trace it back far enough you’ll realize every wrestler comes from the same core group of people. Everyone has similar tendencies, and those become even more apparent toward the end of someone’s career. They start to rely more on their name than their skills. At that point it becomes easy for me. John, you know that little tick you have in your brain? That’s me. I’m already inside you. I’m already breaking you down.
Back to the Hanson family. Don’t worry, I don’t feel any sort of way being almost completely ignored by you. Makes no difference to me. Let me remind you what happened last weekend when my opponents underestimated me. Each of them thought I would be light work. Hell, I thought I was going to be light work too. But we were all wrong. I stepped into that ring and within mere seconds the rust was off. Slowly, but surely gentleman I am gaining my legs. It’s only a matter of time before I’m back at the top of my game. Unlike you I don’t underestimate my opponents, nor do I ignore them. I just know that when everything is clicking, I’m like a flaccid penis. I just can’t be beat. Sure, the time will come for you guys to win again, but it won’t be this week. There is nothing that is going to stand in the way of Caleb Houston and PWX gold. Even if both of my partners decide they want to stay home. I will step into that ring with my head held high, and I will walk out with the victory. There is no stopping me at this point. We all knew this was coming. We all knew Caleb would be back. I’m an addict. Sure you may be able to get clean for a little while, but you’ll always fall back.
Take no disrespect Mr. Hanson but when you offer me your hand for a shake I am going to break it off and beat you with it. In a few short hours were about to go to war, and your worried about shaking hands. What does that get you? It shows a bond between two wrestlers? Fuck that. My bond with wrestlers is delivering a kick to the jaw of my opponent. Or locking them in a heel hook feeling their ligaments tearing as I pull back further. I’m not out here for friends. If I wanted a bond, or friendship I would be one of these worthless fans in the crowd tailgating before the card. I didn’t scrape and claw just to get by for 27 years to worry about making a friendship before a match. When the final bell rings and you’re lying in a pool of your own blood or being carried out by your partners because you can’t walk let’s see if you still want to shake my hand. Yes, Hanson, I have every intention of injuring you. My goal is to make it so you can no longer perform in my ring. Same goal as every match.
In an mmbop I’m gone,
Caleb Houston
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Post by johnpariah on May 13, 2014 22:16:37 GMT -5
Fighting Spirit
It's a credo, a motto, words to live by. I wear it emblazoned on a t-shirt. It doesn't matter my alignment. It doesn't matter if the fans hate me, or if they love me. I will still always have my Fighting Spirit. It doesn't matter if its in front of 50 people for SPITFIRE. 300 for 2CW, or a million in PWX. Fighting Spirit is what keeps me moving. Wrestling provides for my family. It feeds my daughter, it feeds my unborn child. It supports my wife. Wrestling is all I ever knew, and all I will ever have. Its my mortal enemy. It's my best friend. It's a supporting spouse, and a cruel mistress. One thing is consistent, and will always be consistent.
My name is John Pariah, and I am the First Ever Second City Wrestling Champion. Now, tomorrow night-I stand in the ring with a rival, a pair of rising stars, and two peers I hold in the highest of regard.
[The camera turns on, and we see John Pariah standing against a wall. He drinks a bottle of water, and than looks over the room. It's a large gym, and we can see a group of aspiring wrestlers working out in the several rings. Pariah is watching them, intently, with laser like focus-before turning to the camera and smiling.]
Pariah: My alma-mater. My home. In 1999 I came here a kid with a pretty good amateur background, looking for an outlet to express my rage, my anger, my aggression. Fourteen years ago, I came here-to the UXWA to learn the craft of professional wrestling. Ever since? Well its been a roller coaster to say the least.
[He smiles and looks over the building, watching the rising stars train.]
Pariah: I have a lot on my mind right now. On Saturday night, I return to Bridgeview, which is right down the road from this location-and defend my 2CW Championship. But first, I will be across town for PWX Adrenaline 78. I will step into the ring teaming with a man I know all to well, Noah Hanson. As well as Sam Hanson. Standing across the ring will be Jason Aries, Nighthawk, and Caleb Houston. I look forward to step into the ring with Jason and Nighthawk again….The Hansons? I could care less…..
[He pauses and smirks, walking toward the training area. The athletes stop as Pariah climbs into the ring, and leans on the ropes-looking at the class.]
Pariah: Thank you everyone for indulging me today. I’m sure most of you know who I am, but for those who do not. My name is John Pariah. I graduated from this school in 1999-when they served as the training academy for XCIW. Today, I came here to help mold the future stars. I came here-mainly as a representative of 2CW and SPITFIRE Pro, but also as a scout for the future of this business. The UXWA has churned out stars like myself, and Tyler Graves-and the man who leads this school, Jason Jones is a fantastic worker, whom I've had the luxury of sharing a World Tag Team Title reign with in my day.
[The class applauds, as Jason leans on the ropes as well.]
Pariah: As most of you know, right now-I split my time. My home is here in Chicago for Second City Wrestling. My other home-is the cruel mistress known as Pro Wrestling X. Tomorrow night, I will be across town-teaming with the Hansons to take on Bad Company and Caleb Houston…and you all will have front row seats to see what unfolds! Until than, I want to turn it over to Jason Jones, and trust me guys, today-we’re going to make some noise!
[The class applaudes as Pariah rolls out of the ring. Jason takes back over the class as Pariah walks to the side, and looks into the camera.]
Pariah: But first before that, there’s PWX. I don’t understand the booking of this match. I’m not a heel, I’m have no ill will towards Bad Company-and I don’t even know who the hell Caleb Houston is….. but either way, that trio has a rude awakening for them. You see it doesn’t matter my alignment boys. What matters is opportunity. Jason Aries is a top contender, Nighthawk is a two time World Champion, and Mr. Houston is apparently one of the hottest stars in PWX right now. Unfortuantly for you, my friends-on Wednesday Night, Adrenaline 78....you will taste mirakuru, you will walk through the Gates of Gotham, and there will be something of a Modern Echo ringing though your ears. After that? It's all Lights Out....
[He pauses and smirks, looking back at the class for a moment.]
Pariah: Noah Hanson, we’ve clashed many times in the past. To be frank, while I respect what you’ve done in PWX-and around the world. I just…I just don’t like you very much. You see Noah, I’m a professional. We’re scheduled to tag together-and thats cool and all. I’ll be there, I’ll do my job, and we’ll walk out with a victory under our belts. We don’t have to be drinking buddies, we don’t have to hang out and shoot pool or anything like that. Quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck about you. You want me to stay out of your way Noah? That’s fine. We’re on the same side-not only in this match-but in this war with The Establishment. You want me to stay out of your way? Deal. Just stay out of mine….and Sam? Kid, keep your distance too-because you wouldn’t want to get that face of yours broken in half.
[He pauses and smirks.]
Pariah: Noah, there is no Court to worry about…..so don’t fret my friend. Now for our opponents. Caleb Houston…I won’t lie. I don’t know you from adam. You’re a student of the game though-just like these kids here. I can appreciate that, but allow me to educate you a bit. Yes, you can learn ALOT by studying tape. You can learn more by stepping in that ring-night in, and night out. You can learn more, by taking bumps, you can learn more by being in that ring. The John Pariah you saw in that footage, is not the same John Pariah who will stand across from you tomorrow night. I’m sorry my friend-but your fate is mine to decide….you will fall through the Gates of Gotham….just like your partner did…
[He pauses and smirks, lifting the 2CW Championship out of frame and over his shoulder.]
Pariah: Jason, my friend, my confidant, my trainee, my student, my successor. You’re the Tim Drake to my Batman kid. Tell me, how is your arm? Good I hope, because I want to give you a rematch-after I go through Jordan Caliban on Saturday. Jason, I pray that you’re 100% tomorrow night-because I wouldn’t want my little Red Robin to be anything less…than at his best.
[He smiles, as he demeanor grows more stern.]
Pariah: Than there’s you Nighthawk. My very first match as Hybrid Champion in 2014. My very first MATCH of 2014. You beat me-2 falls to 1. You beat me. Nighthawk, don’t for a single goddamn second I’ve forgotten about that. How did the Hanson boys mmmbop me to be their partner? Honestly they didn’t. This is just another game by the Establishment-but I did jump at the chance to get in that ring with you again my friend. You see once again we meet, and once again I am a champion-and you’re not. This time though….heh..well this time Nighthawk, things will go just a bit differently. This time-you will taste Mirakuru, and you will fall before me. To the Hanson boys, to our opponents. To everyone else. You should have learned that after a taste of Mirakuru…its simply….Lights…Out..
[He pauses and smirks-before looking back at the class and walking in their direction.]
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…The Stinger…it’s like a Marvel movie-but with less people hailing HYRDRA….
May 5th 2014
[The video is playing on brand new LG Nexus 5, outdoors as the camera angle widens. We see John Pariah sitting on the grass in a cemetery.]
Pariah: I've been coming here a lot lately. Making up for lost time I suppose.
[He looks down at the headstone, it reads HERBERT MAGNUS OLESEN, December 1st 1929 - May 5th 1997.]
Pariah: Sixteen years, and it doesn't get any easier Dad. I know I ran away for awhile. I tried to hide the pain in everything. There was thing you taught me Dad, and one thing I will take with me to the next life. Detirmination.
[He pulls out the 2CW Championship belt, laying it next to the headstone.]
Pariah: I won that for you. Two days ago. I remember all the days you would take me to Toyota Park as a kid, Jason and I. We had a blast. You started this addiction Dad, one that has been very good to me. It's sad that Jason never got the bug, we could of been one of the greatest teams ever.
[He sighs, putting his hand on the tombstone,]
Pariah: I won this for you Dad. We did it together....
Voice; You did good kid...
[Pariah's head perks up, and he slowly turns his head around-his face turning as white as a ghost.]
Pariah: ....You....
[We cut to static.]
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