Post by stryker on Aug 6, 2013 1:59:05 GMT -5
We last saw Brian Stryker once again trapped inside the folds of his minds, experience the strange wonders that seem straight of a story book for children. There he met up with the familiar guidance of his spirit animal, Milton J Buttermelt the Third. Once again reunited under the strange circumstances, the unlikely duo begin to travel the terrain that is so wondrous. However, just as Brian was getting comfortable in his new surroundings, the monstrous Jaberwocky, the mythical monster of Lewis Carrol's mind itself.
Stryker stood stuck in place out of fear. The disgusting looking creature examined the frightened high flyer, it's jaw drooling.
Milton: Don't move.
Stryker: Why is it's vision based on movement?
Milton: No cause why should you run and die tired?
Brian wants to yell at the turtle but can't keep his eyes off the Jabberwocky. The beast starts sniffing, preparing itself to eat it's next meal. Slowly, Brian reaches down and grabs a large rock next to his foot. Taking a firm hold of it, Brian throws the rock past the Jabberwocky as it makes a distraction. The Jabberwocky looks away and starts to follow the noise, thinking it's found a better meal.
Taking the window of oppurtunity, Brian turned heel and started to run as fast as he could. Wanting to get as far away from the monster as he could manage, Brian didn't stop for anything. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Brian stopped his life saving sprint. As he caught his breathe, Milton was busy looking around.
Milton: Brian, look.
Brian looked up to see a large old Victorian mansion. The details on the wood work were amazing and awe inspiring, if it was not for the many vines growing. The building was clearly abandoned a long time ago f the estate fell into this kind of disarray.
Brian: An old building?
Milton: Let's go inside!
Brian: Are you insane?! I am not scooby dooing myself into an old abandoned 19th century mansion that exists in this clearly fucked up up-side down world!
Milton: Do you want to be found by the JabberWocky?
Brian..........So let's go inside then....
Brian quickly hurries over to the door and examines the hinges. They were rusted up something bad. One was hanging off the door frame completely. Brian grabbed the metal ring, and yanked on it. Slowly but surely the door started to move. Pull the door all the way open, Brian took a quick step inside. Pulling the door shut behind him, shutting off the only light source, Brian stared into the darkness.
Milton: Sure is dark in here. Got a light on you?
Brian: Actually I do.
Brian fumbles through the dark, and grabbed hold of his keys attached to his belt. He pulled the clip off and grabbed hold of a small flash light. He pressed the button and the room was filled with pure led light.
Milton: Much better.
Brian nodded as he examined the entrance of this old building. The furniture was also 19th century Victorian as it was also covered in cob webs. It had a real haunted house feel to it, but it also had the appearance of a giant doll house. Brian started to walk around, wondering if coming in here was such a good idea. Suddenly he heard a noise that made him double take. It sounded like small children laughing. He looked over to see a set of stairs. He looked at the ascending stair case and planted a foot on the bottom step. The old wood creaked under his weight as he climbed the rotting stairs up to whatever awaited him.
Milton: This doesn't seem like a good idea.
Brian: Shut up Milton this was your idea.
Milton: I'm a talking turtle! You don't have to listen to me!
Brian rolled his eyes as he reached the second floor of this sprawling mansion. Once again the laughter rang out. Brian, still scared shitless, followed the laughter arrived in front of a door at the far end of the hall. He gulped deeply, said a silent prayer, and opened the door. Once he saw what was in the room, he wished he didn't. Inside the room, was a collection of old vintage porcelain dolls. These things frightened Brian even when he wasn't in a creepy old house.
As he entered the room, his light hit something on the ground. It appeared to be a small child, it's back to Brian. Suddenly, instead of laughter, a ticking noise was all Brian could hear. Like the tick of an old fashion cuckoo cuckoo clock.
Brian: E-E-E-Excuse me, were you the one laughing?
Child:
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we play?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now summer's gone away.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we see?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now they come for me.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and all the years they fly.
Tick Tock, And all too soon, you and I must die.
Suddenly the child turned around to revel that it was in fact not a child at all, at least not a human one. It was yet another porcelain doll, except it was moving and bigger. It got up and started to walk over to Brian and Milton who were to busy scream at the top of their lungs. Brian threw his flash light at the evil doll, but it just bounced off it's head and rolled over to the opposite wall. No matter what Brian did, the doll wasn't stopping. It kept reciting the same poem over and over again. Brian continued his cry for help as he closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable end of his existence as the last sound he heard was the ticking clock...but it never did.
Suddenly the ticking stopped. The poem stopped. Was he dead? Was this what death felt like? Was the end painless as he thought? Was the after life real? Brian had a million questions on his mind but he was to scared to answer any of them. He opened an eye wondering what happened to him. All he saw was trees. The same trees that inhabited this strange land. He opened both eyes to see that he was back in the Forrest, except he was in the middle of a huge clearing.
Brian: What the hell?
Milton: Weren't we just about to be killed by a scary doll?
Brian: That's what I thought.
Milton: The house must have been a fact. A physical embodiment of a fear of yours?
Brian: At this point I don't know and don't care. I just want to go home.
Brian sits down on the grass and rubs his tearing eyes. The fear he felt was all to real. This wasn't just some mental world. Somehow this world was truly real and Brian wanted out of it.
Brian: The Ticking Clocks. The ever looming time till my end. When the ticking stops so will my life. But when will the ticking end? Tomorrow? Next Week? 80 years from now? Who knows. When faced with mortality one can do one of many things. He can deny that he will ever die. He can turn to religion...never been much of the catholic. Or they can pick themselves up with their boot straps and carry on. Carry on and live every minute like it can possibly be their last on this great planet.
And that's how I choose to live. I live to the fullest every day. I want to look back on my death bed whenever that is, and say I have no regrets. I don't want my life to be full of moments that could have been. I want moments that make me laugh and cry. I want to look on to see that my name is remembered by not only my family and friends. But by everyone I meet. Because the true after life is the connections you make with people. While it may not seem like it, we are all connected. Attached by invisible strings. The people we meet through our lives become part of us. And that is the true meaning of remembrance.
And being remembered is my goal here in PCW. It's my goal in any fed. It's my goal of my entire career. I want to be remembered. I want to be remembered as the kid that gave 150% every night no matter the odds, opponent, or my health. I want to be remembered as the kid that fought giants and climbed mountains. I want to be remembered as a great champion that never back downed from a fight and faced my problems head on. That is my wish, and that is what will happen. I have already achieved my feats in my goal of remembrance. I have won a title which i have a chance of reclaiming.
The broadcast title may not be the highest level of titles, but it's special to me. it was the first title I've won in 2 years. It was my first PCW title. And many great wrestlers held that title and went on to win the world title. Like Jay Thunder and our current world champion Danielle Lopez. I hope to follow in Danni's foot steps and become a world champion myself. I am gonna become world champion, it's a matter of fact. I can already beat hall of famers. I am one of the best rookies in PCW. I can keep up with some of the greatest this company has to offer. The fact I am only a 1 time broadcast champion doesn't change how dominating I am in the ring. My title loss was a harsh blow to me. It was a fair fight and I was the weaker of the two. But when I get my rematch, it will be anything but a repeat of last time. I don't care who I face. Whether it's the old rival who's slowly losing touch, or the crazed champion who can't seem to be stopped. I will defeated both of them at the same time if I have too. Point is that gold will become mind once again.
However let's not over look those looking to earn a title shot. Once again the management decides that they should put me in a fatal four way match for their first title shots. We have Izurat Karr, some Russian who's only been in PCW for like a few weeks. We have Lekkter The Lunatik, I beat him before, pretty easy too. Then there's Aurora Rose, beat her too. The point is, the last true challenge for was the same girl who beat me for the title.
Let's face it, none of you schmucks have a real chance against me. I am just too damn good for ya. You can talk all you want about how your gonna beat me, get your title shot, go on to win the title and so on, but face the facts. You have no chance. I am the real deal in this company. I am one of the best. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The God of War rages through the battlefield leaving destruction in his wake. And I love destruction. It gives me a nice feeling inside knowing I made someone rethink their life, even if it's for one moment. Cause it's that one moment that is all I need. I get in your head and you can never get rid of me. I will haunt you for ever as my voice echos in your ear. That is when you start hearing the ticking clocks. That is when you start to realize your own morality. That is when the ticking starts to slowly....stop. And one day it will and I want the last image that runs through your thoughts to be me, standing victorious over you, knowing that you can never defeat me.
Brian stares straight at you as you see his eyes start to glaze over. Like he is in some fear induced trance, you can start hearing the ticking noise yourself as it gets louder and louder. The ticking is then replaced by the doll child's voice.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, he cradle and he rocked you
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and now he awaits your doom.
TO BE CONTINUED
Stryker stood stuck in place out of fear. The disgusting looking creature examined the frightened high flyer, it's jaw drooling.
Milton: Don't move.
Stryker: Why is it's vision based on movement?
Milton: No cause why should you run and die tired?
Brian wants to yell at the turtle but can't keep his eyes off the Jabberwocky. The beast starts sniffing, preparing itself to eat it's next meal. Slowly, Brian reaches down and grabs a large rock next to his foot. Taking a firm hold of it, Brian throws the rock past the Jabberwocky as it makes a distraction. The Jabberwocky looks away and starts to follow the noise, thinking it's found a better meal.
Taking the window of oppurtunity, Brian turned heel and started to run as fast as he could. Wanting to get as far away from the monster as he could manage, Brian didn't stop for anything. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Brian stopped his life saving sprint. As he caught his breathe, Milton was busy looking around.
Milton: Brian, look.
Brian looked up to see a large old Victorian mansion. The details on the wood work were amazing and awe inspiring, if it was not for the many vines growing. The building was clearly abandoned a long time ago f the estate fell into this kind of disarray.
Brian: An old building?
Milton: Let's go inside!
Brian: Are you insane?! I am not scooby dooing myself into an old abandoned 19th century mansion that exists in this clearly fucked up up-side down world!
Milton: Do you want to be found by the JabberWocky?
Brian..........So let's go inside then....
Brian quickly hurries over to the door and examines the hinges. They were rusted up something bad. One was hanging off the door frame completely. Brian grabbed the metal ring, and yanked on it. Slowly but surely the door started to move. Pull the door all the way open, Brian took a quick step inside. Pulling the door shut behind him, shutting off the only light source, Brian stared into the darkness.
Milton: Sure is dark in here. Got a light on you?
Brian: Actually I do.
Brian fumbles through the dark, and grabbed hold of his keys attached to his belt. He pulled the clip off and grabbed hold of a small flash light. He pressed the button and the room was filled with pure led light.
Milton: Much better.
Brian nodded as he examined the entrance of this old building. The furniture was also 19th century Victorian as it was also covered in cob webs. It had a real haunted house feel to it, but it also had the appearance of a giant doll house. Brian started to walk around, wondering if coming in here was such a good idea. Suddenly he heard a noise that made him double take. It sounded like small children laughing. He looked over to see a set of stairs. He looked at the ascending stair case and planted a foot on the bottom step. The old wood creaked under his weight as he climbed the rotting stairs up to whatever awaited him.
Milton: This doesn't seem like a good idea.
Brian: Shut up Milton this was your idea.
Milton: I'm a talking turtle! You don't have to listen to me!
Brian rolled his eyes as he reached the second floor of this sprawling mansion. Once again the laughter rang out. Brian, still scared shitless, followed the laughter arrived in front of a door at the far end of the hall. He gulped deeply, said a silent prayer, and opened the door. Once he saw what was in the room, he wished he didn't. Inside the room, was a collection of old vintage porcelain dolls. These things frightened Brian even when he wasn't in a creepy old house.
As he entered the room, his light hit something on the ground. It appeared to be a small child, it's back to Brian. Suddenly, instead of laughter, a ticking noise was all Brian could hear. Like the tick of an old fashion cuckoo cuckoo clock.
Brian: E-E-E-Excuse me, were you the one laughing?
Child:
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we play?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now summer's gone away.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we see?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now they come for me.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and all the years they fly.
Tick Tock, And all too soon, you and I must die.
Suddenly the child turned around to revel that it was in fact not a child at all, at least not a human one. It was yet another porcelain doll, except it was moving and bigger. It got up and started to walk over to Brian and Milton who were to busy scream at the top of their lungs. Brian threw his flash light at the evil doll, but it just bounced off it's head and rolled over to the opposite wall. No matter what Brian did, the doll wasn't stopping. It kept reciting the same poem over and over again. Brian continued his cry for help as he closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable end of his existence as the last sound he heard was the ticking clock...but it never did.
Suddenly the ticking stopped. The poem stopped. Was he dead? Was this what death felt like? Was the end painless as he thought? Was the after life real? Brian had a million questions on his mind but he was to scared to answer any of them. He opened an eye wondering what happened to him. All he saw was trees. The same trees that inhabited this strange land. He opened both eyes to see that he was back in the Forrest, except he was in the middle of a huge clearing.
Brian: What the hell?
Milton: Weren't we just about to be killed by a scary doll?
Brian: That's what I thought.
Milton: The house must have been a fact. A physical embodiment of a fear of yours?
Brian: At this point I don't know and don't care. I just want to go home.
Brian sits down on the grass and rubs his tearing eyes. The fear he felt was all to real. This wasn't just some mental world. Somehow this world was truly real and Brian wanted out of it.
Brian: The Ticking Clocks. The ever looming time till my end. When the ticking stops so will my life. But when will the ticking end? Tomorrow? Next Week? 80 years from now? Who knows. When faced with mortality one can do one of many things. He can deny that he will ever die. He can turn to religion...never been much of the catholic. Or they can pick themselves up with their boot straps and carry on. Carry on and live every minute like it can possibly be their last on this great planet.
And that's how I choose to live. I live to the fullest every day. I want to look back on my death bed whenever that is, and say I have no regrets. I don't want my life to be full of moments that could have been. I want moments that make me laugh and cry. I want to look on to see that my name is remembered by not only my family and friends. But by everyone I meet. Because the true after life is the connections you make with people. While it may not seem like it, we are all connected. Attached by invisible strings. The people we meet through our lives become part of us. And that is the true meaning of remembrance.
And being remembered is my goal here in PCW. It's my goal in any fed. It's my goal of my entire career. I want to be remembered. I want to be remembered as the kid that gave 150% every night no matter the odds, opponent, or my health. I want to be remembered as the kid that fought giants and climbed mountains. I want to be remembered as a great champion that never back downed from a fight and faced my problems head on. That is my wish, and that is what will happen. I have already achieved my feats in my goal of remembrance. I have won a title which i have a chance of reclaiming.
The broadcast title may not be the highest level of titles, but it's special to me. it was the first title I've won in 2 years. It was my first PCW title. And many great wrestlers held that title and went on to win the world title. Like Jay Thunder and our current world champion Danielle Lopez. I hope to follow in Danni's foot steps and become a world champion myself. I am gonna become world champion, it's a matter of fact. I can already beat hall of famers. I am one of the best rookies in PCW. I can keep up with some of the greatest this company has to offer. The fact I am only a 1 time broadcast champion doesn't change how dominating I am in the ring. My title loss was a harsh blow to me. It was a fair fight and I was the weaker of the two. But when I get my rematch, it will be anything but a repeat of last time. I don't care who I face. Whether it's the old rival who's slowly losing touch, or the crazed champion who can't seem to be stopped. I will defeated both of them at the same time if I have too. Point is that gold will become mind once again.
However let's not over look those looking to earn a title shot. Once again the management decides that they should put me in a fatal four way match for their first title shots. We have Izurat Karr, some Russian who's only been in PCW for like a few weeks. We have Lekkter The Lunatik, I beat him before, pretty easy too. Then there's Aurora Rose, beat her too. The point is, the last true challenge for was the same girl who beat me for the title.
Let's face it, none of you schmucks have a real chance against me. I am just too damn good for ya. You can talk all you want about how your gonna beat me, get your title shot, go on to win the title and so on, but face the facts. You have no chance. I am the real deal in this company. I am one of the best. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The God of War rages through the battlefield leaving destruction in his wake. And I love destruction. It gives me a nice feeling inside knowing I made someone rethink their life, even if it's for one moment. Cause it's that one moment that is all I need. I get in your head and you can never get rid of me. I will haunt you for ever as my voice echos in your ear. That is when you start hearing the ticking clocks. That is when you start to realize your own morality. That is when the ticking starts to slowly....stop. And one day it will and I want the last image that runs through your thoughts to be me, standing victorious over you, knowing that you can never defeat me.
Brian stares straight at you as you see his eyes start to glaze over. Like he is in some fear induced trance, you can start hearing the ticking noise yourself as it gets louder and louder. The ticking is then replaced by the doll child's voice.
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, he cradle and he rocked you
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and now he awaits your doom.
TO BE CONTINUED