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Post by PWXonline on Mar 21, 2014 3:19:44 GMT -5
Unsanctioned First Blood Match Schmeid vs John Pariah
Deadline: 3-25-14 at Midnight CST
Story: To come later..
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Post by johnpariah on Mar 21, 2014 14:32:09 GMT -5
OOC Note: This match is angled.....so heres my RP......
lets make a show of it Darin!
[We fade into a dark room, a red light flicks on overhead-illuminating the room in a red glow. We see tubs of chemicals on the counters, and photographs hanging from clotheslines stretched from end of to end of the room.
“Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, 'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.' Such is the rule of honor.” Truer words could not be spoken.
[The camera turns and we see John Pariah sitting on a ledge, leaning against the wall, holding Schmieds mask.]
Pariah: A normal man would prosecute Schmied. A normal man would send the boys in blue in, and have him arrested and registered as a sex offender.”
[He smirks, looking at the mask before gazing back into the camera.]
Pariah: Normalcy, is something that died along time ago. My need for laws died with it. Vengeance is my only law. The Court has only one purpose and one meaning; to burn the Establishment to the ground, and rebuild in its ashes.
[He smiles-looking around the room.]
Pariah: You see Schmied. Many men have tried to involve my family in their war against me-and they have all burned for it. High Stakes will be no difference. At High Stakes, we have a non sanctioned First Blood Match. An arena where honor is nothing more than a relic of the past. At High Stakes, I will not only make you bleed, but I will unmask you to the world-and show everyone the disfigured freak of nature you are. I will send you scurrying back under your rock-and I will move on to the next challenge.
[He pauses and smirks, climbing down from the counter top he is perched on. He tosses the mask in a tub of chemical, and smiles.]
Pariah: Don’t you think for a second that I will stop there though Schmied. You are in my dungeon, my playground. You are in the Nest of the Court. Just like those before you Schmied, just like those who have endangered my family-and have been burnt at the stake for it-at the end of the night, you won’t just be humiliated and exposed. You will be broken, beaten, bound and tortured. I will make you bleed…I will knock you out with a taste of Mirakuru, and than I will walk you right into the Gates of Gotham-and take great joy when I hear your shoulder snap in two.
[He pauses and smirks-pulling a photograph down from the line, and staring at it. He turns it around, revealing a picture of his daughter playing.]
Pariah: I am a bad man, and I have my own ways of doing things Schmied. At times, they can be very evil ways. Rest assured though-that the one thing that has kept me composed and sane has now been tarnished by your touch. At High Stakes Schmied, I when you’re looking at the lights and the rafters, when you’re bloody, broken and barely conscious; I want you to remember my boot on your throat. I want you to remember my hand around your neck. I want you to remember not just the man that beat you…the one man who broke you. I am the Decade here in PWX, and I am a Destroyer of Worlds. In a few days Schmied-our paths cross, and your world will be destroyed. Saa, omae no tsumi o kazoero!, Schmied, Count up your sins….because your fate is mine to decide….
[He pauses, smirking and tossing the photograph to the floor, before lifting up his hood.]
Pariah: Everybody….must Face…The Court..
[He smirks as he reaches up and pulls the cord on the red light-covering the room in darkness.]
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Post by schmied on Mar 25, 2014 22:27:26 GMT -5
Pariah--
Do not take my work personally; it's merely just business. For far too long, people think that murdering a family member is personal. Well, it can be if you haven't been subjected to it like I have. See pariah, last week, I showed you how vulnerable you truly still are. You tell me you want to embrace me. Well try stepping into a run watching your family get burned and having your entire face burned completely off and making you look like a freak! And guess who you find out the culprit is...your own uncle and his family.
Pariah, you weren't meant to think like me, to be my disciple. While I'd love to unleash the monster inside of John Pariah, I want to see you die. You exposed my imperfection. And honestly with me being the only thing perfect about PWX. You cannot so this to me. I stand here waiting for someone to graft the perfect skin to make me whole...make me human. Don't you think that I hate how I look and want to murder people for it? PARIAH, you don't expose me. It's pure and simple.
So last week I exposed your weak ass! I took your heart out, ate it, and shit on it. Did you like how I threatened Madison? You ever think I could do worse to make your heart break into a million piece? I could have raped her, taken her pure innocence away. Would I do it? If you pissed me off enough, I sure fucking would! But no one will ever piss Schmied off! If you do, well, you usually end up death before I destroy your hopes and dreams. News flash: I'm not your typical monster. I'm not someone seven foot talk ready and primed to rape. I'm a war machine. I'm buff, ate eggs for breakfast, trained and never had a heart given to me.
Pariah, do the right thing: succumb to the hate and die. Let me take old yeller out to pasture and shoot his fucking ass. The audience will love watching your fucking brains splatter across them. They'll love taking home a present. And after I'm done with you, I ascend to my throne as the future pwx champion of perfection! I'll be better than Troy stone, ojeda, or even Darin Zion. I'm that damn good and I'm that damn intense. So pariah, close your eyes and dream horrible nightmares of the nasty things I could do to your family. After tomorrow night, you just might find yourself watching them from hell as I send them right after you.
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