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 |  Subject: One More Time  Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:57 pm | |
| Parker's House
One More Time
Parker's AddressIt is a similar scene for those that know Parker Wayde, albeit the room being different. The structure of the study is the same. The circular room has walls lined with bookshelves, and rectangle desk is the centerpiece of the whole room. The scene opens up with Parker standing directly in front of the camera. As the screens at home come to life, all they get is a shot of Parker's crotch. Apparently he decided not to edit out the little bit of the video before he set up in his chair across the room. As he steps away, with his back to the screen, the audience does as they are supposed to do, or better yet, what Parker expects them to do.
-Parker-
Go ahead. It has been a while.You know you want to. Take in the sights. Parker has a few things for us to discuss, but they can wait a moment. Parker ain't made a little promo like this for a while, so he can wait for you to get your bearings. Parker wouldn't want you to have to split your attention.
As the audience really starts to observe the room, they notice that the piles of books that always lined the floor of the old office are gone, as the top shelves of the bookshelves all the way around the room, are now full, without so much as space for bookends. The table, still appearing polished and new, has a flat screen computer monitor on our left side. It is angled away from the camera, and as Parker sits down, it casts a blue glow on his face. The lighting is still dim, and only from the lights that separate the individual shelves, but the room has improved. The last thing that most of the people watching come to focus on is a plain sheet of paper in the center of the desk. Parker pulls his chair up to the desk and places his elbows on it, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
-Parker-
Are you done trying to figure out what is different? Do you need any help trying to fine tune the finer details? Parker was always reading more and more about how the state of this room is tied to his success. See, Parker's study is apparently indicative of how he feels from week to week. This ain't new shit for most of you. This is old news to the people that have followed Parker from the very beginning. Parker showed you around, pointing out every way that his study had fallen victim to his eroding career last time he was in IWF. Parker was in a bit of a downturn and his study took most of the beating for it. But, if you really paying any attention, you should notice this ain't the same room that Parker used to sit in and cut up with you. Sure, it has similarities to the old place, Parker is nothing if not a little nostalgic for his childhood home. Life goes on though. Parker retired from this nonsense. Parker's father died. Parker moved across the country. Most recently, Parker got married. See, so while this room, and this Parker, seems the same, it is very much a different creature. None of that past stuff has any bearing on what you see here. The highs, the lows, this place hasn't seen any of them. If Parker has it his way, they never will. Parker is done, with the exception being saying goodbye. That is what brings Parker here. He never really got to formally say goodbye to IWF. Now that it is disappearing, Parker doesn't have a choice but to say goodbye now.
Parker opens the drawer to his left, and pulls a black marker from it. He closes the drawer with one hand, and flicks off the lid to the marker with the other.
-Parker-
Parker think this is where we left off IWF. Something about Parker throwing things away that he didn't need anymore. His career was one of those things. Parker went to two different companies. He won a single title in one, and all four in the other. Parker had all the success that he needed to have to set himself up for life, and he did it in two years. He went from never winning a single match in his career to dethroning a man that couldn't be beaten, and then going on to a pair of tag team belts. Parker pissed people off. He had enemies. He had feuds. Just when everyone was telling Parker he could go anywhere, and do anything, he disappeared. He gave it all up. Why? That's the question that Parker gets most often. Why did Parker Wayde disappear?
As he spoke, Parker seemed to get increasingly enraged. Sure, he might have signed himself up for this, but he seems the opposite of his usual cheery self. It seems like he has focused all of that negative energy he had built up from his time away, and was only now realized it was there. Parker straightens himself, turning his head and feeling his neck pop and adjust itself. He put the marker down against the paper and started to write. We had seen this before, when he was down, and trying to fight his way out of a hole. Who knew why he was going back to the well now.
-Parker-
Simply stating that there was nothing more that Parker could do does not begin to address the problem. When Parker came into IWF there were people like James Shark, Cody Taylor, Chuck Matthews, and Corey Casey. These people got replaced by the likes of Savannah, Aries Armadaist, Nathan Propaganda and Storming Raven. Do you people see the difference in talent there? Parker ain't gonna sit here and trash those people. Some had some serious success. Some were entertaining. That doesn't mean that they come close to being in the same league as those that came before them. Parker's climb to the top was hard. Parker had to go from belt to belt fighting the best people that were around. New IWF? People were walking into the IWF Championship picture based on their name alone. Nobody was earning anything. It wasn't just the talent that lowered, it was the prestige. It was the lack of having hard work pay off. IWF became a place where doing favors for friends became more important than anything real. If that wasnt enough to push Parker away, his father, the only person that made a difference in his life was fighting a losing battle with cancer. Parker wanted to leave because IWF had become trash. Parker actually left because family, the only family that he had, needed him more than Parker needed the ring. Parker knows, you all couldn't care less about that. Parker knows you didn't come here to hear a sob story. You want Parker to hype this show. You want Parker to talk about what a great talent he is about to step into the ring with. You want Parker to talk about how he is going to be stealing the show against one of the IWF greats in Savannah!
Parker relishes in the sarcasm. A smile crosses his lips that he cannot hope to hide.
-Parker-
So maybe Parker could do a little talking about that. Maybe Parker can give you a little background. See, the greatest feud that Parker had was against the stomach turning duo of Tim Patrick and Savannah. These two fucks were disgusting on Twitter. wanted to get a mental picture of them fucking, but everyone got it stuffed down their throat. So, Parker took it upon himself to break that shit up as a public service. Tim Patrick, a man with more matches in IWF than anyone else, and less talent than even Steel Angel. This was a guy that tried to guilt people into putting him in the hall of fame, when he couldn't win a championship for years. When he did win the only one he ever touched, homie couldn't hang onto it for more than a week. This entitled fuck guilt tripped his way through a whole year, talking about his wife and dead child, because it was his own actions that led to her death. Savannah was there to very publicly pick up the pieces of that worthless son of a bitch, and try to put them together. Of course, that put her at odds with Parker. So, Parker tore her to shreds. He beat her. He beat her man bloody in front of her. He stole half of her tag team titles just to get in her head and turn her inside out. When all was said and done, the public profited. Savannah and Tim Patrick didn't plaster their shit on social media. The two seemed to disappear off the face of the planet. Parker won that battle. Apparently nobody sent that bitch the memo. Parker signed his name on the bottom line if a contract for this show without knowing who would take him up on a match. He wouldn't have done so if he knew this disgusting tramp would call out his name. She dont know what she is getting into though. Like Parker said, he may look the same, this room may look the same, but he is very different. If you need a visual aid, Parker can make that clear.
He picks up the sheet of paper, and holds it up to show the world what he had written on it. The name, IWF GRAND SLAM CHAMPION PARKER WAYDE, in all caps, and with no punctuation was cleanly written in large enough print to cover the sheet, and require a different line for each word.
-Parker-
Parker Wayde was not a grand slam champion when he came into this business. He didn't need some title of his accomplishments to make people afraid to step in the ring with him. At some point in his IWF career, he was looked at only by that title. Being a grand slam champion defined Parker. When Parker didn't live up to that name, people were disappointed. Week in, and week out Parker would go to the ring and beat people senseless. It wasn't enough just to do that though. People expected more from Parker. People expected main events from Parker. People expected sold out arenas and IWF Championships. It was not enough to hurt people, to put on a good show, or to pick up a win.
Parker sounds legitimately depressed as he comes to the end of his breath. He looks away from the camera, and shakes his head before he continues. As he talks he starts to ball up the sheet of paper.
-Parker-
Parker used to write people's names down on these sheets of paper and then say how they were useless waste. He would run them down and then at the end of that rant would ball up that paper and toss it away. He had reasons why people weren't good enough, and more often than not, Parker was right. After every win Parker would gloat, and laugh at them before moving on to do the same thing to the next victim. This week, Savannah's name doesn't get written on a piece of paper. To say that she is a waste would be an insult to waste. To put her name in that trash can would be a waste of a balled up piece of paper. So no, it isn't Savannah that gets discarded. It is the idea that being a grand slam champion defines what it is to be Parker Wayde.
With the paper now completely crumbled, he tosses it into the waste basket. Parker had gotten heated as he spoke. He seems more unstable than irritated or depressed. One minute he is hiding a smile and the next it seems like the wheels are coming off.
-Parker-
This match isn't going to be about a championship. This company is done after this show, so to say it is for anything more than winning a fight would be a joke. The person booking this match got it absolutely right. There is just a grudge here. There is just some left over butthurt that Savannah has about Parker dominating her and her love toy for months. Parker is not going to be held back by some accomplishment from over a year ago. He isn't going to be held back by living in the past. He isn't the same man that conquered the Black Dragon anymore. He isn't the man that beat a clown senseless to win the Full Throttle Championship two months after his debut. He isn't even the one that beat Cody Taylor and a handful of others to win the High Impact title and then redesign it in his own image. Nah, this is a different Parker. This is a more mature Parker. This is a Parker that wants to be a guy that cripples a bitch on the last show this company will ever see.
With a deep breath, Parker sits back in his chair. The anger seems to fade away, and in its place is a kind of complacency.
-Parker-
After that, who knows? Parker could go home to his wife, and live a quiet little life. Parker could be so happy with his effort that he decides to give it a go somewhere else. To tell you the truth, Parker is leaning more towards the former than the latter.
He lets out a heavy sigh, and gets out of the chair. Parker walks around the desk, and then leans on it. He places his hands in the pockets of his black pants, and then looks at the floor.
-Parker-
People can make more out of this than it is. People can hype the shit out of the return of Parker. People can expect to see the man they held to such high standards. Maybe they will catch a glimpse of that. Maybe they will just get the guy that came into this company and ejected two men from Natural Law on his first night. Then again, maybe Savannah pulls an upset.
Parker steps up towards the camera and picks it up off the tri-pod with both hands and laughs.
-Parker-
... yeah... that'll happen... That's not even a bad joke. Its not even a long shot. It is an impossibility.
Parker ain't said these words in a long time, but you best believe they are worth listening to.
Savannah you one cent slut...
This is your FINAL CALL!
With that, Parker drops the camera, and the audience sees the room cartwheel before their eyes before it smashes into the ground and turns to static. | |
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