Post by Alexander "The Great" Parise on Jul 10, 2009 13:12:11 GMT -5
Lights begin turning on, row by row through the long room. After all the switches are turned on, but only about half actually show life, you can see a man sitting in a chair, the only thing in the room, but nothing shows any life. Parise looks at the World Title draped across his lap, and then at his shoulder, where the Intercontinental title used to sit. Water can be heard dripping all the way down to the ground from the pipes that run along the roof. A couple drops land on the World Champion’s head, but he pays them no attention. The silence that once engulfed the roof changes into a loud, disturbing laughter coming from the center of the room. The man can’t stop as he falls to the ground, laughing away. It isn’t even a forced laughter, he just can’t help himself. Parise quickly shoots his neck backwards and looks up to the roof, then at the camera. He then falls back and leans against the chair that is nailed into the ground. Parise puts the World title back on his shoulder and laughs once again prompting shivers to go up the back of the camera man.
“I guess I should get mad, but really? Really?”
Parise once again is overwhelmed by laughter as he hits the ground with a closed fist, trying to stop.
“I’ve just been sitting back and watching my opponents for the last couple of days, first there was the murder, Seifer Blacke, then the brash youngster, Wizz Kidd, the cocky bastard, Kaz, and of course….Jimmy Gimmick. I can’t even think of anything to say about him expect the back stabbing piece of crap. But he was just overwhelmed with jealousy, he couldn’t stand that I was better.”
Parise slowly pulls himself back onto the chair and leans forward, clutching at his knees as he smirks once again.
“But let’s take things slowly, after we’ve got a lot of time now. First on the docket is my partner; Wizz Kidd. Wizz, I’ve seen what you can do, I’ve seen you in the old FCW, your alleged ‘tag team skills’. But from the viewers perspective it looked like the only thing you were notorious for was losing. I don’t mean to be ‘cruel’, but it’s just the way I saw things. I mean, you lost over and over, and you only won the tag titles as a result of your two opponents turned on each other.”
As Parise talks about Wizz’s former opponents his teeth seem to clench tighter, and he sits up a little straighter but he quickly shakes his head and loosens up.
“Wizz Kidd, you’re a kid, plain and simple, you don’t have enough experience, and most importantly, you don’t have what it takes. You only go by the back, sure, you’ve sworn to give every match your all, a respectable target, but after you’ve exhausted all the options in the good old ‘rule book’, what next? How far are you willing to go? How could you ever be my tag partner if you can’t even go up and beyond the legal means? You’re weak Wizz, and you’re lucky, lucky that you have me on your team, and not Gimmick or Kaz, because I will win us this match.”
Parise smiles once again as he looks at his title and moves it higher up on his shoulder.
“That brings me onto one half of my opponents, well I guess he’s not even really equivalent to one half, but I don’t want to get into the long details about how pathetic Kaz really is. I guess that’s enough said in the department already. Kaz, many people can you use a single word to describe you, although none of them are really anything you’d want to hear, but you deserve to hear them, they do suit you, after all. You’re a coward, as I said already, pathetic, you’re unworthy, cocky, arrogant, Sophomoric, and the list just goes on, and on. But there’s something I want to say, Kaz, you pride yourself on being ‘The Future’ but what about the present? I mean, come one, you’ve been calling yourself that for years, could you please enlighten us all and tell us just when this future you so elegantly describe will be here? Because I’ve been expecting to pick up your game and make a name for yourself, yet instead you just sit in the backseat asking one question over and over: ‘Are we there yet?’ I know, it’s cheesy, but it’s the truth. You want to know just as badly as everyone else when this future will arrive.”
Parise laughs once again as he pushes his hand through his hair, still with a large smirk on his face.
“Kaz, I don’t know if you know this, but I beat Jimmy Gimmick fair and square for this title, so why is it that you think that him, plus…you, will be able to ‘hand me my ass on a silver platter’?”
Parise can barely contain his laughter once again as he grips the back of the chair, trying to regain his composure.
“…Kaz, I always knew you were stupid, but this last thing you said just closed the case. You asked what was so great about winning the World Title and the Intercontinental to become the first ever undisputed champion of FCW Redemption. And you compare the fact that you won the X-Division title, which wasn’t even in FCW, and the tag titles, which if I do recall you were Wizz’s partner when that happened, something I already covered. Now, how am I a sore loser…if I never lose! Kaz I’m going to enlist you back into high school, or into high school, I’m not sure if you ever actually made it there due to your intelligence level…or lack there of.”
Parise relaxes in the chair and puts his hands behind his head. He kicks his feet out and continues.
“Now, last, but certainly not least, Jimmy Gimmick. James, when you’re as good as I am, you’re allowed to ‘bestow’ any name you want upon yourself, it doesn’t matter if I called myself Moses, it would still be a good fit. Another thing, I don’t have a ‘history fetish’, I’m just interested in any man who ruled the world before he was thirty. But I don’t have to defend myself against so pathetic such as yourself. It doesn’t even bother me that ‘Daddy dearest’ granted you a nice World Title shot at Last Resort for no apparent reason, it just means I’ll have the pleasure of kicking your ass again. But now, while we’re on the subject of dear old dad, it finally makes sense. All those title matches Gimmick received, all those great opportunities, it only makes sense that his dad owns the whole God damn company, I guess we can all sit back and take that as a form of comic relief. Gimmick, I let you boss me around, I let you take all the fame of Original Sin, I let you call me your ‘Apprentice’ because I knew one day things would turn around, and they already have. You claim to have ‘created’ me. I’ve always been this good, I just thought I’d be nice and help you out, let you take the fame. But I worked my ass of night in and night out, trying to put Original Sin on the map while you just sat back in your luxurious locker room while I was in the basement. The only thing you ever helped do was unleash my anger, and now I’m primed and ready to kick your sorry little ass.”
Parise smiles as distant voices and footsteps can be heard, but they stop almost as quickly as they started.
“I never turned my back on you, I didn’t even care that I just had to stand at ringside to try and get you the World Title, it was nice. But as soon as we had to face each other you started plotting just how you would try to get past me, you were plotting my downfall from day one, but it appears you forgot a step, and now you sit back making excuses for your loss. Gimmick you know nothing about the truth, because it isn’t out of sight, it’s been sitting right in front of you all along, you were just to ignorant to open your eyes. James I don’t believe anything is inevitable, especially not the downfall of me and Wizz, because it won’t be happening, not tonight, not ever.”
Parise is tempted to stand up and leave as the footsteps resume, but he decides against it. He’s here for a reason. He leans back and relaxes once again.
“Gimmick, I’ve never questioned how you can be capable of such hostility, and I don’t even question your antics from last week, because I know it’s just you being your pathetic, jealous self. You claim that I ‘bit the hand that fed me’, but I think your wrong, it’s the other way around. I’ve always been giving you everything, and you turned around and threw everything in my face. And I will be the one to strike you down, to prove my worth, and above all else, to prove why I am the World Champion and I will show everyone the original sin of Jimmy Gimmick…all in due time.”
The door at the front of the room is pushed open and light shines onto Parise’s face. His look tightens for a moment before he relaxes once again. The man walks into the room and looks at Parise, he can only be seen from the back as Parise smiles and looks at him.
“I’ve been expecting you to show up.”
Parise says as he smiles once again and the man takes another step closer as the screen fades out.
End of RP
Feedback is appreciated.
“I guess I should get mad, but really? Really?”
Parise once again is overwhelmed by laughter as he hits the ground with a closed fist, trying to stop.
“I’ve just been sitting back and watching my opponents for the last couple of days, first there was the murder, Seifer Blacke, then the brash youngster, Wizz Kidd, the cocky bastard, Kaz, and of course….Jimmy Gimmick. I can’t even think of anything to say about him expect the back stabbing piece of crap. But he was just overwhelmed with jealousy, he couldn’t stand that I was better.”
Parise slowly pulls himself back onto the chair and leans forward, clutching at his knees as he smirks once again.
“But let’s take things slowly, after we’ve got a lot of time now. First on the docket is my partner; Wizz Kidd. Wizz, I’ve seen what you can do, I’ve seen you in the old FCW, your alleged ‘tag team skills’. But from the viewers perspective it looked like the only thing you were notorious for was losing. I don’t mean to be ‘cruel’, but it’s just the way I saw things. I mean, you lost over and over, and you only won the tag titles as a result of your two opponents turned on each other.”
As Parise talks about Wizz’s former opponents his teeth seem to clench tighter, and he sits up a little straighter but he quickly shakes his head and loosens up.
“Wizz Kidd, you’re a kid, plain and simple, you don’t have enough experience, and most importantly, you don’t have what it takes. You only go by the back, sure, you’ve sworn to give every match your all, a respectable target, but after you’ve exhausted all the options in the good old ‘rule book’, what next? How far are you willing to go? How could you ever be my tag partner if you can’t even go up and beyond the legal means? You’re weak Wizz, and you’re lucky, lucky that you have me on your team, and not Gimmick or Kaz, because I will win us this match.”
Parise smiles once again as he looks at his title and moves it higher up on his shoulder.
“That brings me onto one half of my opponents, well I guess he’s not even really equivalent to one half, but I don’t want to get into the long details about how pathetic Kaz really is. I guess that’s enough said in the department already. Kaz, many people can you use a single word to describe you, although none of them are really anything you’d want to hear, but you deserve to hear them, they do suit you, after all. You’re a coward, as I said already, pathetic, you’re unworthy, cocky, arrogant, Sophomoric, and the list just goes on, and on. But there’s something I want to say, Kaz, you pride yourself on being ‘The Future’ but what about the present? I mean, come one, you’ve been calling yourself that for years, could you please enlighten us all and tell us just when this future you so elegantly describe will be here? Because I’ve been expecting to pick up your game and make a name for yourself, yet instead you just sit in the backseat asking one question over and over: ‘Are we there yet?’ I know, it’s cheesy, but it’s the truth. You want to know just as badly as everyone else when this future will arrive.”
Parise laughs once again as he pushes his hand through his hair, still with a large smirk on his face.
“Kaz, I don’t know if you know this, but I beat Jimmy Gimmick fair and square for this title, so why is it that you think that him, plus…you, will be able to ‘hand me my ass on a silver platter’?”
Parise can barely contain his laughter once again as he grips the back of the chair, trying to regain his composure.
“…Kaz, I always knew you were stupid, but this last thing you said just closed the case. You asked what was so great about winning the World Title and the Intercontinental to become the first ever undisputed champion of FCW Redemption. And you compare the fact that you won the X-Division title, which wasn’t even in FCW, and the tag titles, which if I do recall you were Wizz’s partner when that happened, something I already covered. Now, how am I a sore loser…if I never lose! Kaz I’m going to enlist you back into high school, or into high school, I’m not sure if you ever actually made it there due to your intelligence level…or lack there of.”
Parise relaxes in the chair and puts his hands behind his head. He kicks his feet out and continues.
“Now, last, but certainly not least, Jimmy Gimmick. James, when you’re as good as I am, you’re allowed to ‘bestow’ any name you want upon yourself, it doesn’t matter if I called myself Moses, it would still be a good fit. Another thing, I don’t have a ‘history fetish’, I’m just interested in any man who ruled the world before he was thirty. But I don’t have to defend myself against so pathetic such as yourself. It doesn’t even bother me that ‘Daddy dearest’ granted you a nice World Title shot at Last Resort for no apparent reason, it just means I’ll have the pleasure of kicking your ass again. But now, while we’re on the subject of dear old dad, it finally makes sense. All those title matches Gimmick received, all those great opportunities, it only makes sense that his dad owns the whole God damn company, I guess we can all sit back and take that as a form of comic relief. Gimmick, I let you boss me around, I let you take all the fame of Original Sin, I let you call me your ‘Apprentice’ because I knew one day things would turn around, and they already have. You claim to have ‘created’ me. I’ve always been this good, I just thought I’d be nice and help you out, let you take the fame. But I worked my ass of night in and night out, trying to put Original Sin on the map while you just sat back in your luxurious locker room while I was in the basement. The only thing you ever helped do was unleash my anger, and now I’m primed and ready to kick your sorry little ass.”
Parise smiles as distant voices and footsteps can be heard, but they stop almost as quickly as they started.
“I never turned my back on you, I didn’t even care that I just had to stand at ringside to try and get you the World Title, it was nice. But as soon as we had to face each other you started plotting just how you would try to get past me, you were plotting my downfall from day one, but it appears you forgot a step, and now you sit back making excuses for your loss. Gimmick you know nothing about the truth, because it isn’t out of sight, it’s been sitting right in front of you all along, you were just to ignorant to open your eyes. James I don’t believe anything is inevitable, especially not the downfall of me and Wizz, because it won’t be happening, not tonight, not ever.”
Parise is tempted to stand up and leave as the footsteps resume, but he decides against it. He’s here for a reason. He leans back and relaxes once again.
“Gimmick, I’ve never questioned how you can be capable of such hostility, and I don’t even question your antics from last week, because I know it’s just you being your pathetic, jealous self. You claim that I ‘bit the hand that fed me’, but I think your wrong, it’s the other way around. I’ve always been giving you everything, and you turned around and threw everything in my face. And I will be the one to strike you down, to prove my worth, and above all else, to prove why I am the World Champion and I will show everyone the original sin of Jimmy Gimmick…all in due time.”
The door at the front of the room is pushed open and light shines onto Parise’s face. His look tightens for a moment before he relaxes once again. The man walks into the room and looks at Parise, he can only be seen from the back as Parise smiles and looks at him.
“I’ve been expecting you to show up.”
Parise says as he smiles once again and the man takes another step closer as the screen fades out.
End of RP
Feedback is appreciated.
