Post by pariah on Aug 19, 2006 13:55:48 GMT -5
::SCENE ONE: Your Suffering Will Free You ::
So teach me the magick of your sacred poems
Conjuring a voice of signs & omens
Prophecies guide the breeze
With syllables symbols breed
Behind the eyes we climb the vine
To sacrifice our wounded minds
In soft word trances seek insanity
I can't save you cuz I hate me
--Otep - "Sacrilege"
[The scene begins in total darkness. A sole candle is lit, and it illuminates the face of the man who should of been proclaiming DSPW Pure Spirit Champion months ago-"The King of Wrestling" John Pariah.]
"Since the beginning of time ... man has sought to know the unimaginable. To shake hands with the intangible. To measure the abstract with concrete gauges. To fit the mind of the infinite within the imagination of the finite. Since Eve, Man has wandered the globe in search of a savior. A false prophet. A being that will lead them from their despair-in search of a glimpse of Eden."
[Pariah utters, not making eye-contact with the camera. ]
"History has showed us that these beings exist. Men who can lead false revolution for a dying cause. There was Hitler; who led Germany into the single greatest human blunder in the history of creation. He spoke, and people followed-using the Jews as his own personal scapegoat. Creating a near-cult-like atmoshphere for his followers. They felt accepted, and they were. The most famous benefactor to this abysmal charity known as Denominationism was Jesus Christ. He's single handedly led millions of people down a path of bigotry and hate. A teacher who preached his Gospel of 'truth'. The Gospel According to Jesus Christ."
[He pauses-and looks into the camera.]
"But this Gospel? This gospel isn't a facade. This gospel isn't a fallacy. This is truth incarnite. My Gospel. The Gospel according to the King of Wrestling..."
[He pause once more-and smirks. He reaches out of frame-and pulls up a belt.]
Rob Hellman? A few weeks ago-I was to be involved ina Three Way Dance with Koji Ki and Eden Sykes. This Three Way Dance was to detirmine the DSPW Pure Spirit Title. A title no longer recognized by this company. But recognized by me...You see Rob Hellman-this belt here-is that DSPW Pure Spirit Title, and to me? This belt represents a dying breed in this sport. This belt-is what I'm all about. WRESTLING. So whether you want to acknowledge me as a Champion or not-is your own beligerance. Rob Hellman needs to learn-that I am the ONLY main event quality performer on this roster. Jakob Lee learned that. Chad West learned that. Koji Ki and Eden Sykes learnt that. Kevin Saint? He learned..and now that I have entered the Ringmaster Tournament...James Maclin-he leanred. Now-Tyler Cross? Tyler Cross will bow down..before the King...of Wrestling!"
[He pauses and smirks again]
"We all have a little sin than needs venting, virtues for the rending. Laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office-do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?"
[Once more-he pauses. His face turns cold and stoic as he is staring deeper into the lenses of the camera-before allowing a smile to cross his face]
But all that aside. A week ago-I proved to the world that I deserved better. I proved to the world that I could hang in the ring with what many would call the Best of the Best. James Maclin found out just a week ago-You see Cross, you strive for acceptance. You strive to climb from the decandent cesspool of creation and-in the vain of all those before you-create a new breed of mindless followers. You preach Cross, but what do you preach about? You've been to Europe, To Mexico. You've left your blood in rings across the world. Your scars? What about your scars Tyler?"
[He moves closer to the camera as he removes the bandages across his forehead]
"Michael Norcia did this to me in Razor Wire. Corey Gein did this to me in a Steel Cage. I've wrestled infront of the religious cult-like following in Mexico. I've wrestled deathmatches in Japan. I've wrestled strong style in Japan. I've wrested Catch Style in England. I've killed myself night after night-infront of the bloodmarks at the ECW Arena. In High School-I was unbeaten-until my very last match-in which that shitstain Cal Roberts broke my neck. These scars? These scars are a symbol of everything I've done to achieve my status in this industry. In seven years-I have emassed 18 World Championships.17 Hardcore Championships. I've wrestled sixty minute broadways. 90 Minute Broadways. I've wrestled infront of 60,000 fans in Madison Square Garden-and I've wrestled infront of 75 fans at a High School Gym. I've done it all-and seen it all."
[He smiles-and leans back]
"Fate? Is it fate that someone as well traveled as you is going up against the King of Wrestling in the main event? Is it Destiny? No. Destiny is predertimined. Destiny is your set path that some benelovant christ has deciced for you. Fate? Fate can be changed. Your fateisn't in your own hands-but in the hands of your benefactor. You're Destiny-is to fall. Mine? My Destiny-is to claim victory in the end-and win the Ringmaster Tournament. Destiny is a cruel mistress Tyler-are you prepared to dance with her.?"
[He again pauses-and looks at the belt-before setting it down out of frame]
"Your blood will be on my hands Cross! The newest flavor of the week in the world of the New Cult Kings-Tyler Cross..you will be the next avatar of the end. The false prophet-phoney messiah! You embody them! From the stone scribbles created in Ancient Egypt-to the New Age Cultism of a Modern Internet Messiah, Cross...you search for one thing. The same thing that everyone else has fought for all throughout time. Freedom."
[Silence. He looks around the darkness-and continues]
"Freedom, Cross, Freedom from the drudgery of human life. Freedom from the tyranny of our society. Freedom from your manisfitation called life. Freedom from Fate. You cry at night-wishing you could rise above and take that brass ring. When that brass ring-is just inches away-yet it feels like miles. You strive to survive-but unfortuantly for you Cross-you don't know how to live on your own. You have entombed yourself in a cave. A cave where no one can hear your screams. Your beautiful screams of anguish as the blood flows from your skull-thanks to your brand new crown of thorns."
[He pauses-and looks into the camera. A fire is burning in his eyes]
"Euphoria is your diagnosis. A misanthropic euphoria. Much like Hitler and Christ before-you are entrapped in a distrusting haze. A haze that clouds your perception, and discolors your senses. You're searching for one thing Cross. Freedom. But Freedom isn't an object. It's not something you can walk into your local cesspool that is Wal Mart and buy on blue light special or $9.95. Freedom...Freedom is a process. A multi-step self exporation. When you're searching for freedom-you're searching for alleviaion, and with alleviation, comes realization. With realization-comes bewilderment, and with bewilderment-fear. And fear, well fear brings weakness, and weakness brings pain. And with pain, sufferance, and with sufferance-freedom. Embrace my teachings Cross! Embrace the warmth, of the Gospel of the Archetype. Embrace the teachings of the Neo Prophecy. Saturnalia awaits Cross...and when we meet in that ring-it will only be the beginning. Just like the victims throught the last seven years. Just like James Macline a short week ago, you will be no different. The pigment of human error-runs rampant inside your heart. Discoloring your own image of existence. Creating a new breed of bewilderment, causing pain, fear, and suffering. Cross. Sufferance is the only path to freedom. Embrace It Cross. Your suffering..will free you. Come....What........May."
[Pariah stares into the camera as he places his hand over the candle-putting it out. Fade to black]
So teach me the magick of your sacred poems
Conjuring a voice of signs & omens
Prophecies guide the breeze
With syllables symbols breed
Behind the eyes we climb the vine
To sacrifice our wounded minds
In soft word trances seek insanity
I can't save you cuz I hate me
--Otep - "Sacrilege"
[The scene begins in total darkness. A sole candle is lit, and it illuminates the face of the man who should of been proclaiming DSPW Pure Spirit Champion months ago-"The King of Wrestling" John Pariah.]
"Since the beginning of time ... man has sought to know the unimaginable. To shake hands with the intangible. To measure the abstract with concrete gauges. To fit the mind of the infinite within the imagination of the finite. Since Eve, Man has wandered the globe in search of a savior. A false prophet. A being that will lead them from their despair-in search of a glimpse of Eden."
[Pariah utters, not making eye-contact with the camera. ]
"History has showed us that these beings exist. Men who can lead false revolution for a dying cause. There was Hitler; who led Germany into the single greatest human blunder in the history of creation. He spoke, and people followed-using the Jews as his own personal scapegoat. Creating a near-cult-like atmoshphere for his followers. They felt accepted, and they were. The most famous benefactor to this abysmal charity known as Denominationism was Jesus Christ. He's single handedly led millions of people down a path of bigotry and hate. A teacher who preached his Gospel of 'truth'. The Gospel According to Jesus Christ."
[He pauses-and looks into the camera.]
"But this Gospel? This gospel isn't a facade. This gospel isn't a fallacy. This is truth incarnite. My Gospel. The Gospel according to the King of Wrestling..."
[He pause once more-and smirks. He reaches out of frame-and pulls up a belt.]
Rob Hellman? A few weeks ago-I was to be involved ina Three Way Dance with Koji Ki and Eden Sykes. This Three Way Dance was to detirmine the DSPW Pure Spirit Title. A title no longer recognized by this company. But recognized by me...You see Rob Hellman-this belt here-is that DSPW Pure Spirit Title, and to me? This belt represents a dying breed in this sport. This belt-is what I'm all about. WRESTLING. So whether you want to acknowledge me as a Champion or not-is your own beligerance. Rob Hellman needs to learn-that I am the ONLY main event quality performer on this roster. Jakob Lee learned that. Chad West learned that. Koji Ki and Eden Sykes learnt that. Kevin Saint? He learned..and now that I have entered the Ringmaster Tournament...James Maclin-he leanred. Now-Tyler Cross? Tyler Cross will bow down..before the King...of Wrestling!"
[He pauses and smirks again]
"We all have a little sin than needs venting, virtues for the rending. Laws and systems and stems a rift from branches of office-do you know what your post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve?"
[Once more-he pauses. His face turns cold and stoic as he is staring deeper into the lenses of the camera-before allowing a smile to cross his face]
But all that aside. A week ago-I proved to the world that I deserved better. I proved to the world that I could hang in the ring with what many would call the Best of the Best. James Maclin found out just a week ago-You see Cross, you strive for acceptance. You strive to climb from the decandent cesspool of creation and-in the vain of all those before you-create a new breed of mindless followers. You preach Cross, but what do you preach about? You've been to Europe, To Mexico. You've left your blood in rings across the world. Your scars? What about your scars Tyler?"
[He moves closer to the camera as he removes the bandages across his forehead]
"Michael Norcia did this to me in Razor Wire. Corey Gein did this to me in a Steel Cage. I've wrestled infront of the religious cult-like following in Mexico. I've wrestled deathmatches in Japan. I've wrestled strong style in Japan. I've wrested Catch Style in England. I've killed myself night after night-infront of the bloodmarks at the ECW Arena. In High School-I was unbeaten-until my very last match-in which that shitstain Cal Roberts broke my neck. These scars? These scars are a symbol of everything I've done to achieve my status in this industry. In seven years-I have emassed 18 World Championships.17 Hardcore Championships. I've wrestled sixty minute broadways. 90 Minute Broadways. I've wrestled infront of 60,000 fans in Madison Square Garden-and I've wrestled infront of 75 fans at a High School Gym. I've done it all-and seen it all."
[He smiles-and leans back]
"Fate? Is it fate that someone as well traveled as you is going up against the King of Wrestling in the main event? Is it Destiny? No. Destiny is predertimined. Destiny is your set path that some benelovant christ has deciced for you. Fate? Fate can be changed. Your fateisn't in your own hands-but in the hands of your benefactor. You're Destiny-is to fall. Mine? My Destiny-is to claim victory in the end-and win the Ringmaster Tournament. Destiny is a cruel mistress Tyler-are you prepared to dance with her.?"
[He again pauses-and looks at the belt-before setting it down out of frame]
"Your blood will be on my hands Cross! The newest flavor of the week in the world of the New Cult Kings-Tyler Cross..you will be the next avatar of the end. The false prophet-phoney messiah! You embody them! From the stone scribbles created in Ancient Egypt-to the New Age Cultism of a Modern Internet Messiah, Cross...you search for one thing. The same thing that everyone else has fought for all throughout time. Freedom."
[Silence. He looks around the darkness-and continues]
"Freedom, Cross, Freedom from the drudgery of human life. Freedom from the tyranny of our society. Freedom from your manisfitation called life. Freedom from Fate. You cry at night-wishing you could rise above and take that brass ring. When that brass ring-is just inches away-yet it feels like miles. You strive to survive-but unfortuantly for you Cross-you don't know how to live on your own. You have entombed yourself in a cave. A cave where no one can hear your screams. Your beautiful screams of anguish as the blood flows from your skull-thanks to your brand new crown of thorns."
[He pauses-and looks into the camera. A fire is burning in his eyes]
"Euphoria is your diagnosis. A misanthropic euphoria. Much like Hitler and Christ before-you are entrapped in a distrusting haze. A haze that clouds your perception, and discolors your senses. You're searching for one thing Cross. Freedom. But Freedom isn't an object. It's not something you can walk into your local cesspool that is Wal Mart and buy on blue light special or $9.95. Freedom...Freedom is a process. A multi-step self exporation. When you're searching for freedom-you're searching for alleviaion, and with alleviation, comes realization. With realization-comes bewilderment, and with bewilderment-fear. And fear, well fear brings weakness, and weakness brings pain. And with pain, sufferance, and with sufferance-freedom. Embrace my teachings Cross! Embrace the warmth, of the Gospel of the Archetype. Embrace the teachings of the Neo Prophecy. Saturnalia awaits Cross...and when we meet in that ring-it will only be the beginning. Just like the victims throught the last seven years. Just like James Macline a short week ago, you will be no different. The pigment of human error-runs rampant inside your heart. Discoloring your own image of existence. Creating a new breed of bewilderment, causing pain, fear, and suffering. Cross. Sufferance is the only path to freedom. Embrace It Cross. Your suffering..will free you. Come....What........May."
[Pariah stares into the camera as he places his hand over the candle-putting it out. Fade to black]
