Post by stryker on Aug 6, 2012 22:47:03 GMT -5
A transcontinental 747 pulls into an airport in Akasaka, Japan. As the passengers start coming off, A-Con and B-Soup run off the plane like they were 8 years old and they were going to Disney World. Brian Stryker follows after them, bag over his shoulder, treating the moment like he was returning home. He looks at his two agents with bewilderment.
Stryker: We’re in Japan. Not Disney. Do you guys have to act like a bunch of children?
A-Con: What do you mean? We’re in Japan! This place it awesome! So come on have some fun.
The three walk to baggage claim and claim their luggage. As they make their way out of the airport, they were greeted by a Japanese flight attendant.
Flight Attendant: Aisatsu ya Akasaka e yōkoso. Go taizai o o tanoshimi kudasai.
Both A-Con and B-Soup looked confused. Clearly they didn’t know a lick of Japanese. They looked at Stryker motioning to the young lady, saying to go talk to her for them. Stryker sighs and walks up to the attendant and bows, showing respect.
Stryker: Arigatōgozaimasu. Sore wa anata no utsukushii machi ni aruto kōeidesu.
Once again B-Soup and A-Con look confused as they listen to their client speak fluent Japanese.
B-Soup: What the hell did you just say?
Stryker: She said welcome to Akasaka and I said thank you. Seriously learn the language. A majority of businesses have some connection to Japan. I mean, we’re doing a commercial for a Japanese company for christ’s sake.
A-Con: When did you learn Japanese?
Stryker: I spent a year wrestling here. It was either learn the language or hire an interrupter and I’m not made of money.
B-Soup: I knew getting you as a client was a good idea! Not only is he gonna get us tons of endorsements, but he can help us meet Japanese women!
A-Con: Nothing is sexier than a cute Japanese girl.
Stryker: Good luck. Last time I checked, they are still women and are not interested in a Jersey Shore wannabe and…………whatever your fat ass is supposed to be Soup.
A-Con: Yeah right. By the end of the night, I’m gonna have more girls on me then an adorable puppies.
Stryker rolls his eyes as he gives the flight attendant one more bow as they walked into the parking lot to find a limo driver holding a sign that read Brian Stryker. Stryker, B-Soup, and A-Con walked over.
Driver: Mr. Stryker? I am Toshi, your driver for your trip.
Stryker: Thank you for driving us.
Toshi: No problem. Shall we get going?
A-Con: Yeah I want to get to the hotel. I need a shower.
B-Soup: You need 20.
Before the two can start arguing Stryker pushes his two agents into the back seat and climbs into the front. The drive off, while B-Soup and A-Con look around in amazement. When they arrived at the hotel, B-Soup and A-Con rush out of the car. Stryker sighs and shakes his head.
Stryker: Thanks Toshi. I’ll call if I need a ride.
Stryker reaches into his pocket and pulls put 1200 yen, handing it to Toshi.
Toshi: Thank you Mr. Stryker.
Stryker: Call me Brian. Later Tosh.
With one more bow, Toshi drives off as Brian grabs his bags and heads inside the really fancy looking hotel. He saw A-Con and B-Soup standing at the front desk. Stryker walks up to the desk and looks at the lady.
Stryker: Checking in. Should be under Stryker.
The lady starts rapidly typing on her computer, not saying one word. After a few moments of awkward silence, the lady finally looks up.
Lady: It’s all accounted for. 2 rooms, one with two beds, the other with a single. Here are your card keys. Enjoy your stay here at Luxury Ichigo.
Stryker takes the cards and hands two of them to A-Con and B-Soup. They grab their bags and head for the elevator, pressing the 12th floor button. They stood silently in the elevator as some Japanese pop music played over the speakers.
A-Con: Catchy…
B-Soup: Better then that Hannah Montana song you have as a ring tone.
A-Con: I changed it for your information.
Stryker: I’m afraid to ask, but what is it? Justin Bieber?
A-Con: Uh….NO! I’m not that gay. It’s Dancing Queen by Abba.
A-Con takes out his phone and sure enough, Dancing Queen by Abba starts playing. B-Soup and Stryker look dumbstruck.
A-Con: What? I’m a huge Abba fan!
Stryker: You get weirder with every passing minute.
The elevator stops at their floor as they quickly exit. They find their rooms and head inside. Stryker tossed his bag onto his bed and drew the curtains, letting light pour into the room. He looked out and admired the beautiful view of the Akasaka. A-Con bursts through the door that joined the two rooms.
A-Con: Oh man. This is the nicest hotel I have ever stayed at! There are no roaches in the bathroom, or a hooker on the bed!
Stryker raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say a word because he doesn’t want to know why. He looked back outside and continued to stare at the city. That was when B-Soup hobbled in.
B-Soup: Look! This place is so fancy they have candy in the bathroom!
B-Soup pops the candy into his mouth, but not before Stryker tried to stop him. B-Soup’s face tightens up.
A-Con: B….is it sweet?
B-soup shakes his head no.
A-Con: Is it sour?
Once again, B-Soup shakes his head no.
A-Con: Spicy?
B-Soup looks at A-Con with his face still tightened.
A-Con: Then what is it?!
B-Soup spits out the “candy” and starts violently rubbing his tounge.
B-Soup: IT WAS SOAP! Why would they have soup that looked like candy? Why would they do that?
Stryker: Everything here is small and efficient cah duh. Now let’s get going. We’re in Japan, we’re gonna have some fun.
A-Con and B-Soup both nodded and grew grins across their face. The three headed down to the lobby. They left the hotel and started walking down the street. Stryker smiled the whole time. He missed being in Japan.
Stryker: Japan has some of the greatest attractions for tourists…..Hey? Where did B-Soup go?
A-Con: He’s at that vending machine. Must be getting a soda to get that soap taste out of his mouth.
Stryker squints his eyes at the vending machine. He then goes wide eye as he thinks he knows what kind of vending machine it is. When B-Soup comes skipping back over, he has something in my hand.
A-Con: What the hell is in your hand?
Stryker: Soup….please tell me that’s not what I think it is?
Then B-Soup opens his hand as a small ball of fabric is in it. Then he grabbed it and showed A-Con and Stryker that they were a pair of panties. Stryker grabbed his face in embarrassment.
B-Soup: They actually have these here!
A-Con: NO WAY! That is awesome!
Stryker: You guys are colossal idiots.
He looked over at the two as A-Con was intently staring at the black panties. Stryker growled as he walked up and grabbed the panties and threw them into the trash.
B-Soup: Hey I paid like 200 yen for that!
Stryker: Grow up.
Then B-Soup starts to sob alittle, his face resembling a fat child, making Stryker feel guilty.
Stryker: Alright. Come on you two. I’ll buy us a round of drinks.
B-Soup quickly smiles at A-Con as the three walk into a local bar. They all kneel at a table while a cute young lady brings them a bottle of Sake and three small cups. Brian puts his hands together and bows to the lady. A-Con winks and makes an idiotic face at the girl, who giggles as she walks away.
A-Con: Yeah. She wants me.
Stryker: Pretty sure she was laughing at how idiotic you were.
Stryker takes his cup and takes a sip of the sake. B-Soup lifts his glass and drains it in one large gulp. He poured himself another cup and gulped that one down as well.
Stryker: That’s gonna come back against you if you keep that up.
B-Soup: Ah no it won’t. Alcohol doesn’t affect me like most normal people.
Stryker: Well I warned you.
Stryker took another sip and watched as B-Soup started pounding cups of sake. About 10 minutes and 10 cups of sake later, B-Soup drunkenly stumbles out of the bar as A-Con and Stryker follow him.
B-Soup: Oh Danny boy! The pipes, the pipes are calling! From shore to shore!
Stryker couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid B-Soup was when he was drunk.
Stryker: I warned you didn’t I?
B-Soup: Ah shut up! You’re not my mother!
Stryker raised his eyebrow at B-Soup’s comment. He was about to question the remark when A-Con stepped in.
A-Con: Let’s just get Surly here back to the hotel before he relives a repressed memory about him getting touched by a religious figure.
B-Soup: Oh that’s just ridiculous…..FATHER WASHINGTON! HOW COULD YOU!? THERE WAS NO CANDY BACK THERE!
Brian stared wide eye at B-Soup random outburst. He kinda wanted to know what the hell happened but decided not to.
A-Con: Come on Soup. Let’s get going before you puke.
B-Soup nodded and started walking before he suddenly stopped. He look blankly ahead of himself as his face went a little flushed. Then his mouth puckered up as Soup quickly ran to a trash can. He stuffed his head into the can and started puking his brains out. Both Stryker and A-Con looked on in disgust.
Stryker: Jesus he just keeps barfing. How much is in there?!
A-Con: Yeah Soup tends to puke a lot. He’s like a volcano. He might not erupt a lot but when he does it’s a lava flow.
A-Con walked over to his puking friend and started rubbing his back.
A-Con: Easy there buddy. Just relax.
B-Soup continued to puke for about 5 more minutes. Stryker just stood against a wall and whistled a tune while waiting. After B-Soup finished puking he stood up and groaned alittle. He wiped his mouth and spat a couple of times.
A-Con: Feeling better?
B-Soup: Actually yeah. Man that sake is strong stuff.
Stryker: I told you. You gotta be careful here. Stuff will knock you on your ass and you won’t even know what it was.
B-Soup: I just want to get the taste out of my mouth…
Stryker: Come on. I’ll get you something non alcoholic to drink.
The group started walking down the street. After about 10 minutes, something out of the corner of his eyes made Brian stop in his tracks. He looked down at a man who was sitting against the wall. His clothes were torn and worn. His face was dirty and had a sorrowful look frozen onto it. He had a small cardboard sign in front of him and an old tin can next to it.
A-Con and B-Soup both stop and see what is keeping Brian. They walk up to Brian and look at his face. Brian seems lost in thought as he stares at the old homeless man. The two agents look at the man’s sign wondering what it says.
A-Con: Hey Brian…what does the sign say?
B-Soup: Yeah. What’s got you all down and depressed?
Stryker: His sign reads “Lost house and family in Tsunami.”
Brian reaches into his pocket and pulls 7,000 yen. He reaches down and places it in the man’s cup. The old man looks down at all the money then up to Brian.
Old Man: Anata ni totemo shinsetsuna sensei ni kansha.
Stryker smiles and bows deeply at the man.
Stryker: Sore wa watashi no meiyo no senseidesu. Tsuyoi mama de iru to, subete ga buji-de ni narimasu.
After Stryker finished bowing, the old man put his hand out and Brian smiled as he shock the man’s hand. When they were finished Stryker stood up straight. He bowed one more time to the old man and started walking down the street. A-Con and B-Soup quickly followed him.
A-Con: That was a lot of money. I mean know the tsunami was terrible but that seemed like the rest of your money.
Stryker: Yeah but it’s okay. That man needs it way more than I do. That tsunami affected me deeply. When I came to Japan I was just a skinny 17 year old kid who just graduated from training school. Here I honed my skills and became the wrestler I am today. Japan is my second home. On the day of the tsunami, I felt like I lost part of myself. Ever since then I’ve been doing my part in helping this great country get back on its feet.
B-Soup sniffs after he finished listening to Brian’s little story.
B-Soup: That was beautiful.
Stryker: Don’t start crying on me.
But it’s too late. B-Soup starts crying like a little who just dropped a huge load in his pants. He goes up to Brian and starts hugging him tightly. Brian trying to wiggle out but it’s no use. The fat crying ninja baby has him locked in tight.
B-Soup: You’re such a good man Brian. You’re so giving and you never ask for anything in return! It’s just so beautiful.
Stryker: Okay I get it. Now let me go! You getting my new shirt wet dammit!
B-Soup continued to cry and hug Brian. Brian continued to struggle to break free as people walked by looking at the odd scene happening in front of them. Stryker couldn’t do anything but laugh and embarrassingly smile. When he had enough Stryker got his right hand free and jabbed B-Soup in the forehead with his index and middle finger. This caused B-Soup to let go and grab his forehead in agony.
B-Soup: OW! What was that for?!
Stryker: I told you to let me go. You didn’t so I had to use force. Effective isn’t it.
B-Soup: Yeah very effective….Where did you learn that?
Stryker: My uncle. He used it to get me to stop goofing off. I was a rowdy kid when I was younger.
The three of them stopped at a small convenience store. Brian went over to the fridge and grabbed three bags. On his way up to the counter he grabbed a couple of bags of snacks. When he paid for the food he went outside and sat down on a picnic table. He handed A-Con and B-Soup a pouch. The two agents looked at it quizingly. It was a silver pouch with a small straw like nozzle on the top
Stryker: What’s the problem? It’s not alcohol so you don’t have to worry.
A-Con: What is this?
Stryker: It’s juice. Twist the top to open it and drink.
Stryker starts drinking his pouch as he opens a bag of chips and starts eating.
A-Con and B-Soup both do what they are told to do and open their pouches. The place the straw in their mouth and sip. When they realized Brian is right they start enjoying their drink. B-Soup grabs a small blue box and opens it. He pulls out a small stick.
B-Soup: Hey Brian. What’s this?
Stryker: Pokey.
B-Soup: What in the name of the Green Goblin is Pokey?!
Stryker: It’s a graham cracker stick with frosting on it. Nothing that difficult.
B-Soup looks down at the Pokey. He takes a small bite and chews on it for a little bit.
A-Con: So what does it taste like?
B-Soup: Like a blueberry poptart!
A-Con: Let me try one.
A-Con takes the box of Pokey and takes a stick of his own. He sniffs it alittle before taking a bite. He chews it and nods.
A-Con: It does taste like a blueberry poptart!
Stryker shakes his head and laughs.
B-Soup: Say Brian, don’t you have that big match coming up??
Stryker: Yeah it’s my first match in if I win I get a title shot. These idiots who are gonna step into the ring with me won’t know what’s gonna hit them. Now let’s head back to the hotel, jet lag is kicking in.
A-Con and B-Soup both nod and stand up. Stryker collects his trash. He sits down on the bench and looks at the camera.
Stryker: Let me tell you something about the world of wrestling. It was created by the good. It’s ran by the bad and it’s fill of the neutral. What was created as a way to entertain the masses, has become nothing more than an episode of some crappy 60’s superhero cartoon. But there’s a difference. In this business, the bad guys will ultimately win.
It’s has been that way for years and it makes me sick. I have been involved in wrestling since I was 6. I grew up watching the greats like Shawn Michaels, Undertaker, Yokozuna, The NWO, Ric Flair, The Rock, and so many more. All these people have one thing in common. They all spent a large portion of their life as the heel. That’s right. The heroes we look upon now, we’re nothing more than every other bad guy in wrestling.
Being face in the world of wrestling is the biggest handicap anyone can put on themselves. Because all it does is put a target on your back, and a reputation in the minds of others. I am no different. Ever since I became a wrestler, I’ve been singled out and ridiculed by everyone. Since my days in CZW to now. I’m mocked and made fun of.
Now obviously I can stand up for myself. Which I do every week. But there’s one thing wrong. I have no advantage when it comes down to it. A heel is allowed to sneak up from behind and clip me with a steel chair. A heel is allowed to run his mouth all he wants. But I’m not allowed to do it. If I clip someone with a chair because I saw an opening, suddenly I’m stooping to a low. If I run my mouth, suddenly I’m a whiney loud mouth who just complains about everything.
To make matters worse, no one takes me serious because of my size. They think that wrestling is all steroid using F***King meat heads who just want to beat each other off. They find cruiserweights meaningless. The look at high flying as just a pointless style that has no home in wrestling. To them I say F***K YOU!
Everyone looks at me and see nothing but a skinny kid from Philadelphia. They don’t see the skills I have or the matches I have won. To them, I’m nothing more than stepping stone to “bigger and better things”. Well it ends now. No more will I be that puny kid. No more will people just walk over me! No more will people pick at me until there’s nothing left.
For you see, there are two things they can’t take away from me. That’s my dignity and my drive. My dream is to be a world champion. But it’s not for the reasons many people want to be champ. I’m not looking for money, wealth, increase in t shirt sales. I don’t care about that. What I’m looking to do, is keep a promise to someone. Someone who long ago left this mortal planet and is now looking down on me in heaven. The person I promised was my mother. On her death bed, she told me I would become a world champion. That was 5 years ago.
Now this five way dance at Wrestling Extravaganza will crown the number one contender for a title PCW calls the Platinum Championship. I’m debuting and I already have a chance to win a championship. And I’m gonna show not only the GM but the fans and the rest of the locker room that I am no push over. And after I beat those other four guys in Boston, I’m going onto Rapture and gonna win that Platinum championship. Then I’m gonna keep winning eventually going to win the world title. A title that has eluded me for far too long.
Now I want Jerry Mathews, Justin Harmony, Jose Fernandez, and Chaleb Jones to listen carefully to me. I am not your normal high flying luchador. I am also a hardcore machine of resilience. When you step into the ring with me, you are stepping into a tornado. And none of you can be prepare for what happens.
Wrestling Extravaganza is gonna be a blood bath. It will be Judgment Day in the TD Garden. And I will make you suffer more pain then you can imagine. I will be your judge juror and executioner. See you in Boston. But if I don’t, I understand you’re to scare to face me.
Brian throws his trash away and walks by the camera with an evil grin on his face. He is completely physically and mentally prepared.
A-Con: Come on Stryker! I wanna be back at the hotel in time to see one of those cartoons with the busty high school girls that causes seizures!
Brian looks at A-Con and shakes his head. He trots up and meets back up with his two agents. B-Soup is still eating pokey, working on his 8th box.
Stryker: Go easy on that stuff B-Soup. Don't want you getting a sugar high.....again.
A-Con: Yeah and remember what happened the last time you got a sugar rush? My grandmother is still in a wheel chair!
B-Soup: Like how was I supposed to know that a golf ball can shatter a kneecap.
A-Con: She's 95 years old! I'm surprised her bones didn't turn to dust when you hit her!
Brian watched his two agents bickered back and forth. It has only been a few hours but Stryker knew that this trip to Japan was not gonna be boring. And if he went 5 days without killing one of them, then it will be a successful trip.
Stryker: We’re in Japan. Not Disney. Do you guys have to act like a bunch of children?
A-Con: What do you mean? We’re in Japan! This place it awesome! So come on have some fun.
The three walk to baggage claim and claim their luggage. As they make their way out of the airport, they were greeted by a Japanese flight attendant.
Flight Attendant: Aisatsu ya Akasaka e yōkoso. Go taizai o o tanoshimi kudasai.
Both A-Con and B-Soup looked confused. Clearly they didn’t know a lick of Japanese. They looked at Stryker motioning to the young lady, saying to go talk to her for them. Stryker sighs and walks up to the attendant and bows, showing respect.
Stryker: Arigatōgozaimasu. Sore wa anata no utsukushii machi ni aruto kōeidesu.
Once again B-Soup and A-Con look confused as they listen to their client speak fluent Japanese.
B-Soup: What the hell did you just say?
Stryker: She said welcome to Akasaka and I said thank you. Seriously learn the language. A majority of businesses have some connection to Japan. I mean, we’re doing a commercial for a Japanese company for christ’s sake.
A-Con: When did you learn Japanese?
Stryker: I spent a year wrestling here. It was either learn the language or hire an interrupter and I’m not made of money.
B-Soup: I knew getting you as a client was a good idea! Not only is he gonna get us tons of endorsements, but he can help us meet Japanese women!
A-Con: Nothing is sexier than a cute Japanese girl.
Stryker: Good luck. Last time I checked, they are still women and are not interested in a Jersey Shore wannabe and…………whatever your fat ass is supposed to be Soup.
A-Con: Yeah right. By the end of the night, I’m gonna have more girls on me then an adorable puppies.
Stryker rolls his eyes as he gives the flight attendant one more bow as they walked into the parking lot to find a limo driver holding a sign that read Brian Stryker. Stryker, B-Soup, and A-Con walked over.
Driver: Mr. Stryker? I am Toshi, your driver for your trip.
Stryker: Thank you for driving us.
Toshi: No problem. Shall we get going?
A-Con: Yeah I want to get to the hotel. I need a shower.
B-Soup: You need 20.
Before the two can start arguing Stryker pushes his two agents into the back seat and climbs into the front. The drive off, while B-Soup and A-Con look around in amazement. When they arrived at the hotel, B-Soup and A-Con rush out of the car. Stryker sighs and shakes his head.
Stryker: Thanks Toshi. I’ll call if I need a ride.
Stryker reaches into his pocket and pulls put 1200 yen, handing it to Toshi.
Toshi: Thank you Mr. Stryker.
Stryker: Call me Brian. Later Tosh.
With one more bow, Toshi drives off as Brian grabs his bags and heads inside the really fancy looking hotel. He saw A-Con and B-Soup standing at the front desk. Stryker walks up to the desk and looks at the lady.
Stryker: Checking in. Should be under Stryker.
The lady starts rapidly typing on her computer, not saying one word. After a few moments of awkward silence, the lady finally looks up.
Lady: It’s all accounted for. 2 rooms, one with two beds, the other with a single. Here are your card keys. Enjoy your stay here at Luxury Ichigo.
Stryker takes the cards and hands two of them to A-Con and B-Soup. They grab their bags and head for the elevator, pressing the 12th floor button. They stood silently in the elevator as some Japanese pop music played over the speakers.
A-Con: Catchy…
B-Soup: Better then that Hannah Montana song you have as a ring tone.
A-Con: I changed it for your information.
Stryker: I’m afraid to ask, but what is it? Justin Bieber?
A-Con: Uh….NO! I’m not that gay. It’s Dancing Queen by Abba.
A-Con takes out his phone and sure enough, Dancing Queen by Abba starts playing. B-Soup and Stryker look dumbstruck.
A-Con: What? I’m a huge Abba fan!
Stryker: You get weirder with every passing minute.
The elevator stops at their floor as they quickly exit. They find their rooms and head inside. Stryker tossed his bag onto his bed and drew the curtains, letting light pour into the room. He looked out and admired the beautiful view of the Akasaka. A-Con bursts through the door that joined the two rooms.
A-Con: Oh man. This is the nicest hotel I have ever stayed at! There are no roaches in the bathroom, or a hooker on the bed!
Stryker raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say a word because he doesn’t want to know why. He looked back outside and continued to stare at the city. That was when B-Soup hobbled in.
B-Soup: Look! This place is so fancy they have candy in the bathroom!
B-Soup pops the candy into his mouth, but not before Stryker tried to stop him. B-Soup’s face tightens up.
A-Con: B….is it sweet?
B-soup shakes his head no.
A-Con: Is it sour?
Once again, B-Soup shakes his head no.
A-Con: Spicy?
B-Soup looks at A-Con with his face still tightened.
A-Con: Then what is it?!
B-Soup spits out the “candy” and starts violently rubbing his tounge.
B-Soup: IT WAS SOAP! Why would they have soup that looked like candy? Why would they do that?
Stryker: Everything here is small and efficient cah duh. Now let’s get going. We’re in Japan, we’re gonna have some fun.
A-Con and B-Soup both nodded and grew grins across their face. The three headed down to the lobby. They left the hotel and started walking down the street. Stryker smiled the whole time. He missed being in Japan.
Stryker: Japan has some of the greatest attractions for tourists…..Hey? Where did B-Soup go?
A-Con: He’s at that vending machine. Must be getting a soda to get that soap taste out of his mouth.
Stryker squints his eyes at the vending machine. He then goes wide eye as he thinks he knows what kind of vending machine it is. When B-Soup comes skipping back over, he has something in my hand.
A-Con: What the hell is in your hand?
Stryker: Soup….please tell me that’s not what I think it is?
Then B-Soup opens his hand as a small ball of fabric is in it. Then he grabbed it and showed A-Con and Stryker that they were a pair of panties. Stryker grabbed his face in embarrassment.
B-Soup: They actually have these here!
A-Con: NO WAY! That is awesome!
Stryker: You guys are colossal idiots.
He looked over at the two as A-Con was intently staring at the black panties. Stryker growled as he walked up and grabbed the panties and threw them into the trash.
B-Soup: Hey I paid like 200 yen for that!
Stryker: Grow up.
Then B-Soup starts to sob alittle, his face resembling a fat child, making Stryker feel guilty.
Stryker: Alright. Come on you two. I’ll buy us a round of drinks.
B-Soup quickly smiles at A-Con as the three walk into a local bar. They all kneel at a table while a cute young lady brings them a bottle of Sake and three small cups. Brian puts his hands together and bows to the lady. A-Con winks and makes an idiotic face at the girl, who giggles as she walks away.
A-Con: Yeah. She wants me.
Stryker: Pretty sure she was laughing at how idiotic you were.
Stryker takes his cup and takes a sip of the sake. B-Soup lifts his glass and drains it in one large gulp. He poured himself another cup and gulped that one down as well.
Stryker: That’s gonna come back against you if you keep that up.
B-Soup: Ah no it won’t. Alcohol doesn’t affect me like most normal people.
Stryker: Well I warned you.
Stryker took another sip and watched as B-Soup started pounding cups of sake. About 10 minutes and 10 cups of sake later, B-Soup drunkenly stumbles out of the bar as A-Con and Stryker follow him.
B-Soup: Oh Danny boy! The pipes, the pipes are calling! From shore to shore!
Stryker couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid B-Soup was when he was drunk.
Stryker: I warned you didn’t I?
B-Soup: Ah shut up! You’re not my mother!
Stryker raised his eyebrow at B-Soup’s comment. He was about to question the remark when A-Con stepped in.
A-Con: Let’s just get Surly here back to the hotel before he relives a repressed memory about him getting touched by a religious figure.
B-Soup: Oh that’s just ridiculous…..FATHER WASHINGTON! HOW COULD YOU!? THERE WAS NO CANDY BACK THERE!
Brian stared wide eye at B-Soup random outburst. He kinda wanted to know what the hell happened but decided not to.
A-Con: Come on Soup. Let’s get going before you puke.
B-Soup nodded and started walking before he suddenly stopped. He look blankly ahead of himself as his face went a little flushed. Then his mouth puckered up as Soup quickly ran to a trash can. He stuffed his head into the can and started puking his brains out. Both Stryker and A-Con looked on in disgust.
Stryker: Jesus he just keeps barfing. How much is in there?!
A-Con: Yeah Soup tends to puke a lot. He’s like a volcano. He might not erupt a lot but when he does it’s a lava flow.
A-Con walked over to his puking friend and started rubbing his back.
A-Con: Easy there buddy. Just relax.
B-Soup continued to puke for about 5 more minutes. Stryker just stood against a wall and whistled a tune while waiting. After B-Soup finished puking he stood up and groaned alittle. He wiped his mouth and spat a couple of times.
A-Con: Feeling better?
B-Soup: Actually yeah. Man that sake is strong stuff.
Stryker: I told you. You gotta be careful here. Stuff will knock you on your ass and you won’t even know what it was.
B-Soup: I just want to get the taste out of my mouth…
Stryker: Come on. I’ll get you something non alcoholic to drink.
The group started walking down the street. After about 10 minutes, something out of the corner of his eyes made Brian stop in his tracks. He looked down at a man who was sitting against the wall. His clothes were torn and worn. His face was dirty and had a sorrowful look frozen onto it. He had a small cardboard sign in front of him and an old tin can next to it.
A-Con and B-Soup both stop and see what is keeping Brian. They walk up to Brian and look at his face. Brian seems lost in thought as he stares at the old homeless man. The two agents look at the man’s sign wondering what it says.
A-Con: Hey Brian…what does the sign say?
B-Soup: Yeah. What’s got you all down and depressed?
Stryker: His sign reads “Lost house and family in Tsunami.”
Brian reaches into his pocket and pulls 7,000 yen. He reaches down and places it in the man’s cup. The old man looks down at all the money then up to Brian.
Old Man: Anata ni totemo shinsetsuna sensei ni kansha.
Stryker smiles and bows deeply at the man.
Stryker: Sore wa watashi no meiyo no senseidesu. Tsuyoi mama de iru to, subete ga buji-de ni narimasu.
After Stryker finished bowing, the old man put his hand out and Brian smiled as he shock the man’s hand. When they were finished Stryker stood up straight. He bowed one more time to the old man and started walking down the street. A-Con and B-Soup quickly followed him.
A-Con: That was a lot of money. I mean know the tsunami was terrible but that seemed like the rest of your money.
Stryker: Yeah but it’s okay. That man needs it way more than I do. That tsunami affected me deeply. When I came to Japan I was just a skinny 17 year old kid who just graduated from training school. Here I honed my skills and became the wrestler I am today. Japan is my second home. On the day of the tsunami, I felt like I lost part of myself. Ever since then I’ve been doing my part in helping this great country get back on its feet.
B-Soup sniffs after he finished listening to Brian’s little story.
B-Soup: That was beautiful.
Stryker: Don’t start crying on me.
But it’s too late. B-Soup starts crying like a little who just dropped a huge load in his pants. He goes up to Brian and starts hugging him tightly. Brian trying to wiggle out but it’s no use. The fat crying ninja baby has him locked in tight.
B-Soup: You’re such a good man Brian. You’re so giving and you never ask for anything in return! It’s just so beautiful.
Stryker: Okay I get it. Now let me go! You getting my new shirt wet dammit!
B-Soup continued to cry and hug Brian. Brian continued to struggle to break free as people walked by looking at the odd scene happening in front of them. Stryker couldn’t do anything but laugh and embarrassingly smile. When he had enough Stryker got his right hand free and jabbed B-Soup in the forehead with his index and middle finger. This caused B-Soup to let go and grab his forehead in agony.
B-Soup: OW! What was that for?!
Stryker: I told you to let me go. You didn’t so I had to use force. Effective isn’t it.
B-Soup: Yeah very effective….Where did you learn that?
Stryker: My uncle. He used it to get me to stop goofing off. I was a rowdy kid when I was younger.
The three of them stopped at a small convenience store. Brian went over to the fridge and grabbed three bags. On his way up to the counter he grabbed a couple of bags of snacks. When he paid for the food he went outside and sat down on a picnic table. He handed A-Con and B-Soup a pouch. The two agents looked at it quizingly. It was a silver pouch with a small straw like nozzle on the top
Stryker: What’s the problem? It’s not alcohol so you don’t have to worry.
A-Con: What is this?
Stryker: It’s juice. Twist the top to open it and drink.
Stryker starts drinking his pouch as he opens a bag of chips and starts eating.
A-Con and B-Soup both do what they are told to do and open their pouches. The place the straw in their mouth and sip. When they realized Brian is right they start enjoying their drink. B-Soup grabs a small blue box and opens it. He pulls out a small stick.
B-Soup: Hey Brian. What’s this?
Stryker: Pokey.
B-Soup: What in the name of the Green Goblin is Pokey?!
Stryker: It’s a graham cracker stick with frosting on it. Nothing that difficult.
B-Soup looks down at the Pokey. He takes a small bite and chews on it for a little bit.
A-Con: So what does it taste like?
B-Soup: Like a blueberry poptart!
A-Con: Let me try one.
A-Con takes the box of Pokey and takes a stick of his own. He sniffs it alittle before taking a bite. He chews it and nods.
A-Con: It does taste like a blueberry poptart!
Stryker shakes his head and laughs.
B-Soup: Say Brian, don’t you have that big match coming up??
Stryker: Yeah it’s my first match in if I win I get a title shot. These idiots who are gonna step into the ring with me won’t know what’s gonna hit them. Now let’s head back to the hotel, jet lag is kicking in.
A-Con and B-Soup both nod and stand up. Stryker collects his trash. He sits down on the bench and looks at the camera.
Stryker: Let me tell you something about the world of wrestling. It was created by the good. It’s ran by the bad and it’s fill of the neutral. What was created as a way to entertain the masses, has become nothing more than an episode of some crappy 60’s superhero cartoon. But there’s a difference. In this business, the bad guys will ultimately win.
It’s has been that way for years and it makes me sick. I have been involved in wrestling since I was 6. I grew up watching the greats like Shawn Michaels, Undertaker, Yokozuna, The NWO, Ric Flair, The Rock, and so many more. All these people have one thing in common. They all spent a large portion of their life as the heel. That’s right. The heroes we look upon now, we’re nothing more than every other bad guy in wrestling.
Being face in the world of wrestling is the biggest handicap anyone can put on themselves. Because all it does is put a target on your back, and a reputation in the minds of others. I am no different. Ever since I became a wrestler, I’ve been singled out and ridiculed by everyone. Since my days in CZW to now. I’m mocked and made fun of.
Now obviously I can stand up for myself. Which I do every week. But there’s one thing wrong. I have no advantage when it comes down to it. A heel is allowed to sneak up from behind and clip me with a steel chair. A heel is allowed to run his mouth all he wants. But I’m not allowed to do it. If I clip someone with a chair because I saw an opening, suddenly I’m stooping to a low. If I run my mouth, suddenly I’m a whiney loud mouth who just complains about everything.
To make matters worse, no one takes me serious because of my size. They think that wrestling is all steroid using F***King meat heads who just want to beat each other off. They find cruiserweights meaningless. The look at high flying as just a pointless style that has no home in wrestling. To them I say F***K YOU!
Everyone looks at me and see nothing but a skinny kid from Philadelphia. They don’t see the skills I have or the matches I have won. To them, I’m nothing more than stepping stone to “bigger and better things”. Well it ends now. No more will I be that puny kid. No more will people just walk over me! No more will people pick at me until there’s nothing left.
For you see, there are two things they can’t take away from me. That’s my dignity and my drive. My dream is to be a world champion. But it’s not for the reasons many people want to be champ. I’m not looking for money, wealth, increase in t shirt sales. I don’t care about that. What I’m looking to do, is keep a promise to someone. Someone who long ago left this mortal planet and is now looking down on me in heaven. The person I promised was my mother. On her death bed, she told me I would become a world champion. That was 5 years ago.
Now this five way dance at Wrestling Extravaganza will crown the number one contender for a title PCW calls the Platinum Championship. I’m debuting and I already have a chance to win a championship. And I’m gonna show not only the GM but the fans and the rest of the locker room that I am no push over. And after I beat those other four guys in Boston, I’m going onto Rapture and gonna win that Platinum championship. Then I’m gonna keep winning eventually going to win the world title. A title that has eluded me for far too long.
Now I want Jerry Mathews, Justin Harmony, Jose Fernandez, and Chaleb Jones to listen carefully to me. I am not your normal high flying luchador. I am also a hardcore machine of resilience. When you step into the ring with me, you are stepping into a tornado. And none of you can be prepare for what happens.
Wrestling Extravaganza is gonna be a blood bath. It will be Judgment Day in the TD Garden. And I will make you suffer more pain then you can imagine. I will be your judge juror and executioner. See you in Boston. But if I don’t, I understand you’re to scare to face me.
Brian throws his trash away and walks by the camera with an evil grin on his face. He is completely physically and mentally prepared.
A-Con: Come on Stryker! I wanna be back at the hotel in time to see one of those cartoons with the busty high school girls that causes seizures!
Brian looks at A-Con and shakes his head. He trots up and meets back up with his two agents. B-Soup is still eating pokey, working on his 8th box.
Stryker: Go easy on that stuff B-Soup. Don't want you getting a sugar high.....again.
A-Con: Yeah and remember what happened the last time you got a sugar rush? My grandmother is still in a wheel chair!
B-Soup: Like how was I supposed to know that a golf ball can shatter a kneecap.
A-Con: She's 95 years old! I'm surprised her bones didn't turn to dust when you hit her!
Brian watched his two agents bickered back and forth. It has only been a few hours but Stryker knew that this trip to Japan was not gonna be boring. And if he went 5 days without killing one of them, then it will be a successful trip.