Aries Armadaist [vs] Sha' Ta Thor [vs] Parker Wayde

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Parker sat up with a start. He hadn't known that anyone was in the room with them. He turned to face Jay, wiping the sleep out of his eyes, and already starting to feel his blood pressure rise.

Parker first turned and looked at the window in front of him. The sun was starting to rise already. Jay was right, his alarm should have woken him up hours ago. Parker looked to the table next to him, his phone wasn't there. He immediately started digging around the chair next to him, but didn't find it there either.

Jay holds up the phone with a smile on his face. The vein in Parker's neck starts to pump wildly and his face starts to turn a brownish shade of red. Instead of lashing out, Parker locks his jaw and forces his mouth closed, grinding his teeth. There was going to be no point of blowing up. It would satisfy Jay, and would terrify all of the nursing staff.

Parker stood from the chair, already dressed to leave. He looked at his father's face once more, turning back towards JHalc a split second before he had the chance to make another joke. With two quick steps he was in front of Jay, and allowed himself the satisfaction of a heated glare before taking the phone from his hand.

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The scene opens with Parker standing in front of his desk. Once again he appears to be in a hurry, no doubt as a result of Jay's games.

-Parker-
You know, Parker hates telling people that he is right. It's like having to repeat myself. There is nothing really even to gloat about anymore. Each week, for the last two months, I have talked down to my opponents. The last man in that long line, Jack Savage. Normally Parker wouldn't waste his time talking about someone that was in his rear view, but this time it was different. Sure, the beating lasted mere moments. Sure, everyone saw it coming. The difference is, Jack Savage went into it willing, and I saw in his eyes that he knew what was coming. Parker listens to people, and Parker watches their little vignettes. If they say something in front of a camera, you can rest assured that I have seen it, and that I will remember it. Jack Savage said he was a changed man. He said that he was letting the monster out of its cage. Losing, for him, was no longer an option. It was that, that reminded me of who started this journey that I am on. Another man that walked willingly into his own slaughter. It was the beginning, that showed up at the end.

Parker turns away from the camera for a moment, and reaches back over the desk. From out of sight, he pulls a small wastebasket. To say it was full would be an understatement. Bits of wadded paper, water bottles, and a dozen or so other objects had filled it past its capacity. Parker places it on the desk next to him, and turns back to the camera.

-Parker-
Parker was reminded of the very beginning of this journey. See, a six month long losing streak really breaks a man down, and makes him look at what he is doing wrong. Parker hadn't changed the way that he was talking to people. Parker had changed the way he was acting in the ring. That didn't mean that something hadn't gone wrong. The people around me, constantly trying to mold me into what they thought you people wanted to see, was what was bringing me down. A selfish bitch was trying to manipulate me into being her attack dog. A hack reporter was trying to convince me that trying to be a better person outside the ring would make me turn things around once I was inside the ring. I had sunk to my lowest point because I wasn't doing what got me to the top. Parker was not being himself. So what happened? A clean sweep of all those people that Parker had surrounded himself with. A new beginning. Parker was at the bottom, looking up at the entire IWF world. Believe me when I say, this place looks a whole lot different looking up than it did when I was looking down.  However, now I stand above all of the bottom feeders. I found out that when I am on my own, I always find a way to win. i didn't need someone to make me a better person so that you people wanted to get behind me. I didn't need some bitch trying to buy me into the main events. All Parker needed to do, was do what Parker did best. This place is a testament to the changes I have made in my life.

Parker looks around the room, and then up to his four IWF championships that hang from the chandelier.

-Parker-
This place was a total wreck. No lighting, not a single book on the shelves. The desk was lucky to still be standing, and it couldn't even remember a time that it was a functioning work space. The chandelier had long fallen from the ceiling during a particularly nasty temper tantrum, and there were bits of paper all over the floor. The last of these things was what matter the most. A single scrap of paper, torn from a book maybe, and covered what could have been spilled coffee. It was a scrap of paper that I pulled randomly off the floor, and compared to a man that was as close to the bottom as I was. He too, had said that he was going to unleash the monster within himself. A man that had watched his fiance make an adult movie with one of his co-workers. A man that was actually as big of a joke as Parker said he was. Steve, or Storming Raven as he prefers, got compared to a useless piece of paper that I then balled up and threw into this very trash can. I told him that he was a piece of garbage, and I discarded him during the match that I had with him just like I had with the paper I compared him too. What reminds me of this now, is how he compares perfectly to Jack Savage. A man who promised that he would turn a corner, and after getting crushed under my heel, he did just that. The kid twisted himself, and manipulated himself into a position where he wound up in main events. He walks around knowing that people are tuning in every single week wanting to know what sick action he is going to take next. He quite literally sent a family to their slaughter. He told me that he was going to unleash something, and then only succeeded in doing so after I beat some sense into him, or rather, I beat the rest of the sense out of him. A scrap of paper, turned into a monster. A loss that Parker handed him, served as a springboard for his career. Parker was still busy taking out the lowest of the low, and yet, someone that Parker was proven better than, had leapfrogged him. I owe Jack Savage a debt, for showing me this fact.

Parker places the waste can back down on the floor and turns around to the desk. He plants his right hand, and then steps up onto the desk, now within reach of the championship belts. Being careful not to move too hastily, he unsnaps the Full Throttle title, and then drops it down to the desk beneath him. Not content with just taking one, he reaches up and unsnaps the tag team championship and drops it down as well. With his mission accomplished, he turns back towards the camera and hops down off of the desk. He reaches and grabs the Full Throttle belt in his left hand, and lifts the IWF tag belt with his right. Holding them both to his waist he looks down at them as he starts to talk.

-Parker-
Parker told himself, and told all of you, that one step at a time he was going to go up the ladder in IWF. Parker was going to walk through every person on the roster, regardless of their position. If it meant taking out common trash like Tiffani Michaels, Alexander Raven and Megan Andrews then Parker would do so with a smile on his face. If climbing another rung on the ladder meant that Parker had to stomp monsters like Storming Raven, Frank Finelli and Jack Savage into the ground, he was going to laugh while they failed in front of the world. Two months worth of winning proved to Parker, and the world that this was the industry that he was meant to be in. The problem that I see now, was that the people that Parker took out, were either disappearing without a trace, or they were still finding themselves above Parker for some reason. Jack Savage reminded Parker how big of a joke Storming Raven was two months ago, but now Steve is sitting on top of the world. If I were to spend another two months banishing people that aren't going to be remembered for anything, who is to say that Jack Savage won't turn out the same way? Not even a week ago, I sat in this very room and told you that an easy win was better than a debilitating loss. Jack Savage taught me that I was wrong. I hate saying that I told you so, but one thing that I hate more is having to say that I was wrong. I have a chain full of wins, and a wastebasket full of garbage. People are going to remember that Parker turned himself around, but they aren't going to remember how until Parker does something big. That is a step that I am going to take this week.

He holds the two belts up to the screen.

-Parker-
You won't understand it just yet, but these are going to be on the line this week. Two of Parker's past accomplishments are going to be achieved, at least metaphorically, by the time that Battlegrounds 85 is over.

He shifts the Full Throttle Championship to his other hand and then reaches down to unzip the bag at his feet. He shuffles things around to make space, and then gently places the two belts inside. He zips the bag, and then lifts it up onto his shoulder before approaching the camera.

-Parker-
See you soon...

The scene cuts to black.


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