Hostyle Jones [vs.] Cody Taylor [vs.] Parker Wayde [vs.] Silas Romero

At last, the cameras had finally started rolling on your favorite superstar, Silas Romero. The Knockout Specialist was posted up in what seemed like an deserted alley way, most likely somewhere around the Superdome. Silas was decked out in his custom "GKFO - Everyone Goes DOWN!" maroon and black T-shirt, along with a pair of tattered up Bullhead jeans that were held up by a black leather belt. We see Silas leaning up against the probably dirty brick wall, which didn't seem to bother him, as their was a smrik blazon across his face.

SILAS ROMERO: You win some, you lose some. Either way, I walked out of Battle Grounds with my held fuckin' high. What you all witnessed the other night was the definition of not a wrestling match, but a fucking fight. This is normally the part where someone would go on a long tangent about how they were screwed over, or that it was a fluke. But, it wasn't. Remington beat my ass fair and square. I had my shot at hittin' the GKFO.. But, he countered it. No harm, no foul. Though, my head is still kind of ringing, not going to lie. Does that mean yours truly isn't one hundred percent going into Fallout? Of course not! You see, losing the other night took a tremendous amount of pressure off my shoulders. Now, I don't have to constantly hear people talking about whether or not I was going to go undefeated. Well, I guess I'm not. Though, the way I see it.. I'm free from my own hype now. A wise man once said, "It's only after you've lost everything, are you free to do anything." And I think that applies to this situation very well. It also couldn't have come at a better time. I know that I came out here and said that titles didn't matter to me and that I didn't need them to validate my greatness.. But, damnit to hell.. Gold just looks around this waist of mine. It compliments my eyes, or some shit..

Silas chuckled, as he did the trademark title motion over his waist.

SILAS ROMERO: Plus, let's be honest.. I'm going to do and say things that contradict. 'Cause quite frankly, I just don't give a fuck. While at the same time, I DON'T need title belts to validate my ability.. But, that doesn't mean I don't want them, because as I said, they look hella nice around my waist, ladies and gentlemen. At Fallout, that comes to fruition. Think about it, how many people do you know that gets a fuckin' title shot in their THIRD match in a company? Not many. But you're looking at one of those people. Some would say that's only happening due to my connection to that smooth motherfucker, Chuck Matthews. That could not be further from the point in my opinion. The way I see it, they just understand the gravity of the situation. They realize they need someone like me representing this company as a champion. Why else would they throw me in such a high profile match so damn soon? They realize that I am the future of the Insurgency Wrestling Federation. No, fuck that -- I'm not just the future of this company, I am the present. See, everyone assumed this place was doing alright, but with me here? Oh, boy.. You're in for a treat now. Because in a nut shell? Silas Romero equals fucking ratings. Plain and simple.. Enough said. Believe it or not, facts are facts, people. Just take a gander at the ratings reports. When this handsome mug appears on camera, instant ratings spike. Now, just picture when I have the High Impact Championship around my waist. Once that happens, I'm all you're going to see. Which in turn, means more money for the Insurgency. Basically, I'm good for business.. And business will be mighty fine after Fallout. It doesn't matter that this is the first time I have ever stepped foot in a Steel Cage Scramble match, nor does it matter that I am going to be locking it up with three other dudes in that match, 'cause as I have said from the beginning, it doesn't matter who you are.. You'll eventually get knocked the fuck out. It's just the way it goes. I'm sure Parker, Hostyle, or even the "God" himself will have something to say to that.. And to that I say: Bring it. I think last week I made it abundantly clear that I fear no one in this fuckin' company. Not only did I have a war for the ages with Remington, but then I knocked Hostyle's head clean off his fuckin' shoulders for no real reason other than that I could.

He smirked while pointing to his left elbow, which of course was the same elbow that took Hostyle's head off.

SILAS ROMERO: That right there? That's the "hit maker." The FORMER High Impact Champion knows that all too well. How did it feel to get blindsided, my dude? You can call it cowardly if you want, but the fact of the matter is.. I made a fuckin' impact. And isn't that what the High IMPACT Championship is all about? I believe so. Plus, let's talk about the fact that I have made quite the impact since joining the Insurgency Wrestling Federation. In the three weeks I've been in this company, three punk bitches have gotten their block knocked off.. And Alex got lucky that he wasn't the fourth. Truth be told, the more I think about it.. The more I realize that the High Impact Championship was destined to be mine. It's like fate stepped in and was like, "Bro, this was made for you. You're welcome." A guy like Hostyle, though? You really think he makes an impact anywhere? Maybe? Possibly? But does he make it look as good as I do? Of course not! This is another part where people will stop and be like, "Dear God, this kid does nothing but run his mouth. Does he ever stop?"

Silas pushed himself off the wall and stared directly into the camera.

SILAS ROMERO: Short answer? Can't stop, wont stop. I will not stop until I knock each and every one of you motherfuckers out! Luckily for me, I get three of you to knock out in one damn match. Honestly. How fucking lucky can one guy be? It's like management was like, "We know you like knocking people out.. So, here you go, Silas!" Holy shit. I fucking love this company, guys. I'm super serious right now.. I'm talking Man-Bear-Pig serious right now. You don't even know. Can you tell I'm in a good mood over all this? Can you blame me? Finally! .. Finally, I'm getting the respect that I fuckin' deserve! Finally, people are taking notice and realizing that I am everything I say I am and then some. There is a reason I refer to myself as Simply the Best. It's not some catchy name or a gimmick. It's not even a name that I gave myself. I EARNED this name by busting my ass all over the world in shit hole gyms and bingo halls. I've wrestled in front of thousands of people and I've wrestled in front of twenty people. Despite having all the money that I could possibly need.. I didn't buy my way to the top. I did it the hard way.. And I became that much better of a competitor in the long run because of it. So, if you think I'm going to squander my opportunity at Fallout.. You are dead wrong. If you think I'm going to let a couple barely recognizable names stop me from putting gold around my waist.. You are DEAD wrong. ESPECIALLY not the dude that held the belt for all of thirty seconds.. Even though he wasn't even in the match. Are you kidding me? You just straight up ninjaed yourself into a match and somehow the ref was dumb enough to award you with the belt? I applaud you for having the balls to even attempt that..

Romero couldn't help but give a half-assed golf clap before continuing.

SILAS ROMERO: But, frankly.. You stole the thunder away from me. 'Cause regardless if you were going to do your little con job to get the belt, I was going to hit the ring and make yet another impact on the night. You really think I'm going let you steal the thunder from Silas fuckin' Romero? You've got it twisted, my friend. I really don't give a damn if you're all butt hurt about "losing" the belt after two point five seconds. If anybody should be mad, it should be Hostyle, considering he's the one that got robbed of the belt.. Plus, he got his doom rocked by yours truly. Come Fallout, the rest of you is going to feel exactly what he felt and you're ALL going to watch me hoist the Unified High Impact Championship belt above my head! Now, I know you're all going to try and use my loss last week against me and that's fine and dandy. The thing is, I may have lost.. But I showed the world why I am one of thee best, if not THEE best in the world of wrestling. Even in a losing effort, I still came out looking like a million bucks. Can anybody else say that? Can anyone else say when they get beat they still look good? Well, I mean.. That's a trick question, because nobody in this company looks as good as me! HA!

The One Man Strike Force simply shook his head, chuckling as he did so.

SILAS ROMERO: Seriously, though. Most people will come off a loss and act like little bitches. Me? I man up, accept the loss, and move the fuck on. Why? Because I am a fuckin' man! So, please.. Please come into Fallout and doubt me. Please come into Fallout and think that my head wont be in the game because Remington beat me on Battle Grounds. Why? Because I enjoy bursting bubbles and knocking overconfident little fucks like ya'selves out! As I've said before and as all of you will come to learn.. Whether you're a good guy or a bad guy.. At the end of the day, ALL of you will simply get..

Silas smirked as sauntered up to the camera slowly. Once his face was nice and centered on the camera lens, he shouted.

SILAS ROMERO: GET KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Prepare for war on Sunday, boys. You have no idea the hell that is about to be unleashed on you!

With that, Silas pie faced the camera, causing the camera man to stumble back. Once he had caught his balance, the camera man tried to focus the camera back on Silas, only he had completely disappeared. Soon after that, the scene faded to black.

Parker sits with his feet up on top of a desk. This isn't his typical environment, the room is lit to show the bookshelves that surround the desk. The nameplate that is at the man's feet reads "The Main Event" and only a few of the fans watching understand the reference. The former Full Throttle Champion is shuffling through papers in his lap, clearly not finding what he is looking for. He doesn't so much as glance up at the camera in the corner of the room. His eyes light up as he comes across one of the papers. Holding it up, Parker begins to read aloud off of it.

Parker: "I’ve dealt with crusading executives before. I pretty much just ignore them and do whatever the hell I want to do."

Rolling his eyes, Parker balls up the sheet of paper and throws it back and over his shoulder. He immediately goes back to his search through the stack. Pausing after a few moments he appears to have found another one. As with the first one, he holds it up, clears his throat, and then begins to read off of it.

Parker: " I have masters’ degrees in two different scientific engineering fields. I’m familiar with Schrodinger’s Cat. My question is, how the hell do you know about Schrodinger’s Cat?"

He chuckles to himself, and then balls up the paper. Parker thinks to throw it over his shoulder with the rest of the failed quotes, but stops. He unballs the paper and takes his feet off of the desk. Holding the top of the paper in one hand and the bottom with the other, he runs the paper along the rounded edge of the desk, straightening it out. Parker puts it on top of a small pile on the desk and grabs a red marker, reading out loud as he writes on the paper.

Parker: This one could work. Note to self: Get dumb bisexual girl to make witty comments in my videos.

Parker nods in approval of his idea, and then slides the stack away from himself. Tossing the marker on the desk without bothering to replace the cap he kicks his feet back up on the desk and leans back in his hijacked office chair. Once more he begins shuffling through the documents, with the fans at home finally starting to put together exactly where these quotes are coming from. Within seconds his eyes widen and he leans up, without taking his feet off of the desk.

Parker: Finally something that I can relate to! AHEM..... "…I think it’s the arrogance that bothers me the most. About all of them, really. These guys think they deserve something just cause they founded the company. Like they should be at the forefront of the Insurgency simply because they built it." That one really hits the nail on the head doesn't it? People thinking that they are entitled to something just because they have been here longer than most of the guys on the roster. People like Robbie Hart taking all of the time off in the world while he carries the most important strap in this company. People like Cody Taylor who seem to come and go through these doors as they please, without any regard for the people that put in the real work week in and week out. People like.... what was the name of this one exactly?

Parker searches the papers for a title of the video, fans of Insurgency remember that video though. They remember all of the videos now. The opening credits should have tipped them off. Parker was playing with fire and not giving a damn about getting burned. In the last few weeks he has thrown himself into the biggest challenges of his career, and came up short of his goal to face off against a legend of IWF at Fallout. He finds the name of the video from which he quoted and then looks up into the camera again.

Parker: Oh that's right. This is Stygian. The legend. Talking about over entitled assholes. Who exactly was the subject of his discontent? Let's see.... it appears to be titled "This one's for you, James!"

Parker looks up with a feigned look of surprise on his face. Knowing that his dig at the man that beat him last week is going better than he could have planned.

Parker: Why would that name sound so familiar? James... James... I can't seem to place it. James Brown? No... not even Stygian would beat up a musical legend. And for those of you keeping track at home that is a pop culture reference numero uno. How about Kevin James? The fat actor that does those terrible movies. That's number two guys.... Surely Stygian, the guy that walks around with a fake IWF belt, talking about how he has been here for forever and basically beaten everyone can't be talking about the hype machine known as James Shark. That would be highly hypocritical wouldn't it? Standing in Parker's way, when all Parker wanted to do was put that loud mouth in his place. Cutting off Parker's road to Shark without even giving it a second thought. Surely a legend of IWF like Stygian couldn't have cut a promo on James Shark saying the same things that Parker has been saying. Honestly it doesn't matter who the damn promo is about. A James, is a James, is a James. If it wasn't Shark... it sounds a lot like Shark. I can't possibly be bothered to ask the big man himself because management won't let the two of us get back together.

Taking his focus off of the camera he looks down at the desk for a second, spotting the nameplate. The chuckle that he let out earlier is nothing when compared to the full on, eye watering laughter that pours from the man upon reading the name across the plate. He picks the small block up and turns it over in his hands, trying to compose himself after his outburst. He uses the name plate to scratch the side of his head, trying to compose what exactly it is that he wants to say.

Parker: You see..... What do these three people have in common? You have Stygian. The man who put a rookie in his place last week. The guy who makes incredibly long videos talking just as much about pop culture as they do about his opponents. A man that spends more time plugging his fuck toy's breasts than he does talking about something relevant to IWF. Then we have the subject of his last rant here: James Shark. Here is a guy that can't remember what it was like to start a career in this business. James Shark constantly runs his mouth building himself up, we have all seen it on twitter. We have all seen it in IWF. I am sure that the single viewer that ASWF had saw it when he was there too. What happened to James though? Is he competing here? I mean we all know that the best competition this sport has to offer is right in here IWF. We have the legends, we have the new guys, we have the history. Yet, James Shark wont step into an IWF arena to face me without making stipulations on the match happening. James Shark is not man enough to simply accept a challenge and then show up. He has forgotten what life was like when he was a new kid running his mouth. He forgot what it was like to crush his opponents, and get opportunities based on his own merits, and not because the owners were pandering to him. Lastly.... we have the ghost of IWF's past.... "The Main Event"... a guy that couldn't remember how hard it was to get his first opportunity in a company. A guy that refused to even show up to events without making loads of demands. A guy that couldn't even hold the ropes open for me when I step into the IWF ring. We are talking about a guy that is so full of himself.... [trying to to laugh] but couldn't even out-wrestle a bottom feeder like Chad Mason right now.

Parker stares at the nameplate of his deceased former associate and then chucks it over his shoulder like the rest of the discarded segments from Stygian that he had gone through. He takes his feet off of the desk and leans forward at the desk. Aside from the crude stack of papers marked up with the red sharpie the rest of the desk appears to be left as JHalc would have left it. Cups of pens and paper clips on one side of the desk. A giant calender across the center section that likely had the last dates JHalc had booked before his untimely death. Finally, opposite the camera, a computer screen that turned the opposite side of the room into a blind spot for whomever was sitting behind the desk. Parker seems to size up the place, maybe even feeling the chill of the man who owned the place haunting him. Suddenly aware that the camera was still rolling, he starts to speak again, resuming his rant right where he left off.

Parker: Speaking of Chad Mason.... The alleged leader of Natural Law... The man who has the biggest drop off of anyone in IWF. I mean he goes from being in the main event, carrying in the IWF title only to hand it over to Robbie Hart and proceed to be dropped off the next Pay Per View card all together. For the last few months I have heard the mutterings that I was the shining star of Natural Law, that I was the reason that the group was still relevant even. I have seen with my own two eyes as every other member of this groups has either repeatedly come up short, or dropped off the face of the Earth all together. When was the last time Beno or Chad even won anything? How long would this group have stuck together without me and Ruby around to provide the winning records? The senior member and leader of this group can't even get his name on the pay per view card, and yet management wants me to wear a shirt saying "In Chad We Trust".... I think not.

Parker looks at the computer monitor in front of him and seems to get irritated that it is blocking his view. He reaches to the bookshelf behind the desk and pulls a book off. He cracks the book down the middle, starting to read from halfway through the story. The camera continues to roll, even without his acknowledgement. The fans watching the video start to get restless. Here is a guy that just got his ass handed to him by Stygian, now seemingly scattering random insults across the upper tier of the roster. What right does Parker Wayde have to grandstand like this? What gives him the right to mock the biggest star in IWF? Why does this kid get to talk out of turn about the leadership of Natural Law? Who is Parker Wayde to even get face time like this? He laughs, finding something funny about the book, and then slams it shut in his hand.

Parker: Now here is my point. All of these guys have something in common. They all have something that I want. It isn't something simple like James Shark's limitless porn collection. It isn't something tangible like say JHalc's books or say.... computer monitor....

He chucks the book as hard as he can at the monitor, shattering the screen and sending the whole thing plummeting to the floor below. Parker seems satisfied with his new view of the far side of the office and turns back to the camera as if his outburst never happened.

Parker: It isn't something like having leadership over a group that I don't deserve to control. It isn't something like having a pair of bimbos shake their fake tits at a camera at the snap of my fingers. It is something so much more than that. These people have the management of this company falling over themselves to book them. These people get the title shots. These people get the main event spot. These people are looked at as the legitimate contenders of this company. These people are revered as some of the best in the world. Every single time they step in the ring, magic happens.... Or at least that is what they would have you believe. Feel free to place a guy like Robbie Hart in this group. A guy that carries a world title and then gets beat badly by a kid that hasn't been on the roster longer than two months. But still, Robbie Hart loses to a nobody and then gets the main event spot at the Pay Per View. Still, Stygian takes a lucky first shot at Parker Wayde and walks away with a cheap win, and he gets the main event spot. What did Stygian do after our match last week? He walked to the back? He had a threesome? He signed some autographs? I walked out to that ring after taking the best shot that he had to offer and I won a title. I won a title and then management took that title away from me. What these people have is something that I do not seem to get anywhere that I go. These people have the respect of the people that control this company.

Parker pushes himself away from the desk and stands up. Raising himself up to his full height, he is halfway out of the frame. The Instant Impact walks around the desk, stepping on the remains of the computer monitor. and then squatting down in front of the camera. He reaches around the back and tilts the device up so that his face is centered in the frame and then delivers his message.

Parker: I could sit here and talk about how good I am like I am James Shark. I could sign a contract here like JHalc and then not show up. I could fall flat on my face and make a mockery out of the World Title like Chad Mason. I could make a dozen or so pop culture jokes instead of saying anything important. I could fancy myself as a "God" like Cody Taylor. In fact, I could probably even carry around a fake belt like Stygian does. The difference would be that I wouldn't get any special acknowledgement from management if I did. So instead of all that, I am going to walk into Fallout, I am going to be the first man inside that cage, and then I am going to beat the absolute hell out of any man that dares enter after me. Why am I going to do this? Because this is the first step towards getting what I deserve. This is the first step in breaking through that glass ceiling and into the big money part of this company. This is a baby step towards Parker Wayde becoming a household name. Management, to this point, has denied me the respect that I deserve. To this point, they have ignored me until I pissed off one of their stars. To this point, I have been the guy that they use to take out the trash. I am done being under appreciated. I walked back into Battlegrounds and won the High Impact title. That title was taken from me unjustly.... and I will be taking it back sooner rather than later. Tune into the pay per view people...... It's going to be the start of the Parker era. It is going to be the moment that I etch my name into the history books as one of the best that IWF has to offer. It is going to be the night that I start taking the respect I deserve. Anyone that wants to try and get in my way should look at home many of the people I cripple in that ring still have a job here. Parker Wayde ends careers. At Fallout I swear to all of you that I am going to end another career. You are just going to have to wait and see who gets to be the next victim.

He grabs a hold of the camera again and lifts it up as he stands. He spins around, turning the office into a blur as he does.

Parker: Since day one in this company I have heard a certain phrase, and I have seen it on twitter as well. Something like #HereThereBeDragons.... At Fallout, nobody is going to have to worry about dragons. At Fallout #HereThereBeParker and that is something you should lose sleep about.

Parker throws the camera as he finishes talking and it smacks against the bookshelf behind the desk to end the video.





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Parker started out in this company as a really streaky competitor. I won every match that I was put into for how long? I even went as far as to be the only member of Natural Law to beat the Human Highlight Reels, if anyone remembers who they were. In that time what did anyone else do? I was the winning streak. I was the draw. I was the hottest thing going for IWF. The new blood that showed interest in a company where half of the stars had walked out. A rookie that came into the company despite a portion of the main event scene walking out. Cody Taylor was part of that group that walked out. He left and never looked back at this company. What happened when he did? He flopped just as hard as ASWF and then came crying back to IWF. Now the rookie kid that had been steam rolling the competition throws the Full Throttle title away in pursuit of "Higher" gold, but has to take a backseat when "The God" came back to IWF. Cody Taylor got the shot that I deserved. Cody Taylor didn't deserve a damn thing. He took the High Impact title shot away from me with his ASWF reject title unification match. I wasn't prepared to let him walk in and disrespect me like that though. Parker Wayde got his ass kicked by Stygian and then still walked out to beat Cody Taylor and win the title.... without even being booked in the match.

And who was he unifying the title against?

Who did Cody Taylor have to beat to walk out of Battlegrounds as a champion?

Hostyle fucking Jones.

When was the last time he was in the ring? I vaguely recall him winning at Heroes Also Die. Has he been in the ring since then? I guess Chuck Matthews spanked that ass at From the Ashes, so he has to have been around since then. But has he won? In all the time that Parker Wayde is running through every person put in front of him, has this "champion" done anything worth talking about? Has Hostyle walked out in front of the fans at Battlegrounds at all? Let alone walking out a winner? As far as I am concerned the one time that I have stepped into the ring with his Human Highlight Reels I walked out as a winner, and that means that I am hands down better than this paper champion. He is a ghost as far as I am concerned. At least the last time that I walked into a match against a champion, he was a fighting champion. Jinx might be insane but at least he cared enough about this company and that title I took from him to show up. Hostyle has disgraced this fucking company. I am not going to sit around any longer while he gets the respect from this company that I deserve. I am going to break him. I am going to hurt him, and at the end of the night, he is going to be lucky if our new authority bitch doesn't walk out and fire him after the beating that I lay on him.

I guess that brings me to the last guy that is going to be "competing" in this match.

Silas Romero.

I could spend my time ripping this guy apart, but I am not going to waste my time.....

Because who the fuck is Silas Romero?