Post by stryker on Nov 27, 2012 20:16:35 GMT -5
The camera fades into Brian Stryker’s apartment. The 4 room living space, which has become almost infamous for being borderline 3rd world country messy, is now surprisingly clean. There are no more empty pizza boxes, old Chinese food containers, and no more discarded cans of energy drinks and soda. The room even smells better, no long reeking of dirty gym socks or the lingering stench of a sweaty B-Soup.
Speaking of the pudgy ninja, B-Soup is seated on the couch right next to his fist pumping partner in crime A-Con as the two dual it out in a game of Halo. Brian Stryker walks into the living room. While he is still dressed in his classic jeans and t-shirt, he is noticeably cleaner. Gone is Brian’s growing beard that he has grown all month. His hair is slightly combed as well.
Brian leans on the back of the couch as he watches his two buddies suck horribly at the alien shooting game.
Stryker: You guys are awful.
A-Con: No…it’s because they all cheat.
B-Soup: Yeah! Cheaters!
Stryker: Doesn’t look like it to me, but I’ll take your word for it.
Brian walks over to the mirror on the wall and gives his appearance a one final once over. A-Con who notices the somewhat different attitude and appearance nudges Soup on the arm and points his head at Brian. The two pause their game and turn around.
A-Con: Hey Stryker what’s the deal? You seem neater than normal.
Stryker: Oh, I got plans later and I wanted to look nice….
Brian looks down at himself for a second.
Stryker: ish…
A-Con: You made plans? And didn’t involve us?!
Stryker: Sorry it was kind of last minute.
A-Con: What are these plans?
B-Soup starts hopping up and down on the couch with his hand in the air like he’s a small excited child in preschool.
B-Soup: I know! He’s going out with Rachel today.
Stryker: It’s not a date. I’m just showing her around Philly.
A-Con: Oh yes it is!
A-Con hops to his feet and starts doing a small dance.
A-Con: Hamster’s gonna get some. Hamster’s gonna get some!
Brian rolls his eyes at A-Con dancing and turns back to the mirror. B-Soup laughs and claps along with A-Con.
Stryker: Will you two stop. It’s not a date, period!
A-Con: Then why are you clean shaven and smell nice?
Stryker: Cause she’s Nate’s sister. He’d probably force me to dress nicer if he knew. After he attempted to kill me.
A-Con and B-Soup both nod in agreement that Nate would probably try to kill Stryker if he knew that Brian was taking his sister out.
A-Con: Well attempted murder or not, it’s a date whether you admit it or not.
Just as Brian is about say something back to A-Con when the door bell rang. Brian went over and pushed the button next to the door to buzz the Rachel up. With one last check and a knock, Brian went over to the door and opened it, giving Rachel a smile.
Stryker: Hey Rach, come on in.
Rachel smiles back at Brian and steps inside the apartment. She looks around the living room, as Brian silently thanks god for cleaning the apartment beforehand.
A-Con: Hey Rach, where’s Nate? Thought he would be hear running point on this whole thing.
Rachel: He had a meeting to go to.
Brian once again thanks god. The last thing he needed was Nate hovering over the two as they walked around the city. Nothing would have looked and felt more uncomfortable then that.
Stryker: So shall we get going?
Rachel: Sure.
Rachel walks out of the apartment, followed by Brian. Right before he closes the door, A-Con starts doing his suggestive dance again while B-Soup holds back a fit of laughter. Brian sends a death glare at the two as he closes the door.
Brian and Rachel walk down the steps of the apartment in silence. While not awkward yet, it’s still an somewhat uncomfortable. When they get to the ground floor, Brian decides to try and break the silence.
Stryker: So how’s the film coming?
Rachel: It’s going good. Still have a lot work to be done.
Stryker: I’m sure it’ll turn out great.
Rachel: I do hope so.
After leaving the apartment building, Brian and Rachel walk down the street. The city is pretty lively this night. The couple of days after Thanksgiving usually cause a lot of commotion, especially around the various bars, pubs, taverns, and restaurant in the city.
Rachel: So what did you have in mind?
Brian: I was thinking we could get something to eat.
Rachel: Sounds great! I’m starving.
Brian smiles and nods. The two walk to a nice walk in restaurant that is located on a few blocks away from Brian’s apartment. When they arrived, Brian held the door open for Rachel. As she walked in, she gave a smile, causing Brian to smile even more. The two walked up the counter.
Stryker: Table for 2.
Maitre’d: Follow me.
The two followed the man as he led them to a nice table. He placed two menus on it, as Brian pulled out Rachel’s chair for her. When she sat down, Brian sat down in his. They opened their menus and started searching for what they wanted to eat.
Rachel: So tell me. What made you get into wrestling?
Stryker: It was a way to pay bills.
Rachel: Why were you paying bills? From what Nate told me, you were a kid when you got started.
Stryker: I was. But money was tight in my house, so it was a way for extra income to be brought in.
Rachel: Must have been tough balancing school and that.
Stryker: Don’t forget job.
Rachel: You worked too? Jeez, when I was that age, my biggest worry was a bad hair day.
Stryker: Yeah a third of my time was in school, another was at work, the last was spent at the Arena.
Rachel: The Arena?
Stryker: The building where I trained. It’s like a wrestling landmark. The old ECW competed there.
Rachel: Ah. What about free time?
Stryker: Didn’t have much, but when I did it was probably spent catching up on sleep. Never went out much.
Rachel: Wow, I gotta hand it to you. You had more responsibilities then most 16 year olds.
Stryker: Yeah, but I guess that helped me get a better work ethic then most people.
Rachel: I’ll say.
Just then the waiter arrived. He had a bored look on his face, and he was clearly not in a mood to talk to people, which sucked since it was his job.
Waiter: What do you want?
Rachel: I’ll take the Shrimp Scampi.
The waiter wrote down the order. When he finished he just stared at Brian.
Stryker: Oh…I’ll take the steak, medium rare.
The waiter wrote that down and without another word, took the menus and left.
Stryker: Well someone is not getting a tip…
Rachel laughs as Brian shakes his head. As he does, for some reason, the couple sitting at the table behind Rachel looked extremely familiar. But Brian couldn’t place his finger on it. He just shrugged it off.
Rachel: Thanks again for showing me around Brian. I really appreciate it.
Stryker: It’s no problem. It’s my pleasure. Always fun to get out too. Been a while since I ate out. Normally order take out.
Rachel: Well glad I can help you break a routine.
Rachel smiles at Brian again. Brian smiles back, but notices the couple again. They look even familiar. That was when the lady dropped his spoon on the floor. As she went to pick it up, Brian realized who it was.
Stryker: I’ll…….be right back.
Brian gets up and walks over to the table.
Stryker: Okay. Before I murder you two idiots. Tell me. What the friggen hell are you two doing here?
Brian glares at his two agents as they sit there dressed up as a husband and wife. B-Soup got the short straw having to dress up in full drag complete with wig.
B-Soup: It was A-Con’s idea to follow you!
Stryker: Okay…..then why are you dressed as a Rupaul knock off!?
B-Soup: I thought it would be fun.
Brian tries to say something but he is so creped out and ticked off that he can’t.
A-Con: Hamster, we’re just checking to see if your date is going well.
Stryker: And the first idea is to not send a text but to dress up!?
A-Con: I promise you won’t even know we’re here.
Stryker: You better pray I don’t. Where did you get the dress and wig anyway?
B-Soup: My father played Blaire in an all man’s production of Facts of Life.
Brian once again freaked out, shakes his head.
Stryker: Not hide or hair of you.
Brian glares one last time at the two before heading back to the Rachel.
Stryker: Sorry about that.
Rachel: It’s okay. Though, B-Soup shouldn’t wear heels.
Stryker: How did you?
Rachel: Not hard to spot B-Soup in a crowd. The fact he didn’t take the ninja suit off first is a dead giveaway.
Brian nods and laughs. Just then the food arrived. The two ate their meals and chatted all about life, work, and other such things. Brian really felt that there was a connection between the two.
After the meal ended and Brian paid the bill, minus the tip for the crabby waiter, and headed out the door with Rachel.
Rachel: Think I’ll call it a night.
Stryker: Shall I walk you home?
Rachel: Nah, I’ll just take a cab.
Brian nodded, alittle disappointed. He walked to the curb and hailed down a cab.
Rachel: I wanna thank you for a great night. We should do it again sometime.
Stryker: Yeah totally. Just say the word.
Rachel smiled. She took a step forward and gave Brian a small kiss on the cheek.
Rachel: Night.
She climbs into the cab. As the cab drives off into the night, Brian stands there waving, smiling ear to ear. Shortly, A-Con and B-Soup come walking out of the restaurant. B-Soup removes his wig and the two stand next to Brian.
B-Soup: I’d say that went well.
Stryker: It did. Still gonna kill you two though.
The three of them turn around and start heading back to the apartment.
A-Con: So how do you think Nate is gonna react when he finds out?
Stryker: Probably throw a tantrum but calm down eventually.
B-Soup: Though when we tell him what happened, can we leave out the fact I wore a dress?
A-Con: No can do Soup. Remember it was your idea to do it.
B-Soup slumps his shoulders as Brian laughs.
Stryker: Ah relax Soup. Not the most embarrassing thing you ever done.
A-Con: Yeah that still goes to slowing the thimble from monopoly.
B-Soup: Yeah I guess.
Stryker: Look, to make it up to you guys, go get some sodas. We’ll have an all night game session.
B-Soup and A-Con nodded as they quickly run off towards the closest WaWa to get some drinks. Brian shakes his head at the two.
Stryker: The good thing is, the two never stay sad for long. The smallest things make them happy. Which I guess is what true happiness is like. Who knows. Happiness is key to everything. A positive attitude can lead to great success. A good grade, getting hired at a new job, getting a second date with a total hottie, hell even winning a match.
That’s right Smith Jones, I’m talking to you. You couldn’t be more wrong about me. I was never and will never be anything like you. You see I am a likeable person for starters. People actually enjoy my company. That is why all those follows, likes, and adds matter. Cause this job is all about them, the fans. If it wasn’t for them, we’d be wrestling in a backyard for no one but ourselves.
But I don’t know why no one would like you. I mean you seem like such a nice man. You clearly have a way with kids too. Remind me not to hire you to babysit anyone anytime soon.
Not are you wrong about me as a person, you greatly under estimate my abilities. You say I am trapped like a pet hamster or a bird. Wrong. You are the one who is trapped. You see in nature the most insignificant creature are actually the most dangerous. Natural selection has blessed them with abilities to survive against creatures far larger than them.
But enough of this. This isn’t Animal Planet. Smith, you have delusions of grandeur. You will never be a dominating force. You’re as dominating as a new born puppy. You’re as intimidating as wet bread. In short I’m saying you are an unimpressive flash in the pan. A guy who will never get far in this business. A guy who is gonna suffer the most brutal beating of his life.
You see, just because I like to live my life more open and care free, does not make me any less of a competitor then you. It doesn’t make you a better person. It doesn’t change anything. Cause you saw firsthand what I can do in the ring. And that was against someone I didn’t even know. You, on the other hand, I can’t stand. I can’t stand anything you ever do, say, think. You are the physical embodiment of everything I hate in a person. Which means that I will destroy you.
Struggle for Power is the location for us to fight. And it’s gonna be one. It’s not a match, a match-up, or whatever you want to call it. I’m not gonna ask you to “spare my career” either. My career is gonna be fine. Yours won’t survive though. You see, I actually hold back in the ring. When I get angry, I have a tendency to snap and beat down my opponent more then I wanted. I have put several people in the hospital for serious injuries.
I’m not proud of it, but it’s true. Since then I have learned control my anger. And thus the birth of the man you see before. I’m not gonna be lame and say “say your prayers” or whatever. For doesn’t matter what you do. Fate has already decided, and the decision is I destroy your being.
December 8th is the date. Save it. For it’s not just Brian Stryker the Kid coming to fight. I’m gonna have to get an oldy from my playbook and bring out The Savage Wolf. Once I do, you can kiss your career good bye. For it’s the end and the beginning. The end of your career and any chance of any title gold. It’s the also the beginning of my rise to the top. The beginning of an Era. The beginning of the Savage Wolf.
Brian pushes past the camera and walks into the night, heading back to his apartment.
Speaking of the pudgy ninja, B-Soup is seated on the couch right next to his fist pumping partner in crime A-Con as the two dual it out in a game of Halo. Brian Stryker walks into the living room. While he is still dressed in his classic jeans and t-shirt, he is noticeably cleaner. Gone is Brian’s growing beard that he has grown all month. His hair is slightly combed as well.
Brian leans on the back of the couch as he watches his two buddies suck horribly at the alien shooting game.
Stryker: You guys are awful.
A-Con: No…it’s because they all cheat.
B-Soup: Yeah! Cheaters!
Stryker: Doesn’t look like it to me, but I’ll take your word for it.
Brian walks over to the mirror on the wall and gives his appearance a one final once over. A-Con who notices the somewhat different attitude and appearance nudges Soup on the arm and points his head at Brian. The two pause their game and turn around.
A-Con: Hey Stryker what’s the deal? You seem neater than normal.
Stryker: Oh, I got plans later and I wanted to look nice….
Brian looks down at himself for a second.
Stryker: ish…
A-Con: You made plans? And didn’t involve us?!
Stryker: Sorry it was kind of last minute.
A-Con: What are these plans?
B-Soup starts hopping up and down on the couch with his hand in the air like he’s a small excited child in preschool.
B-Soup: I know! He’s going out with Rachel today.
Stryker: It’s not a date. I’m just showing her around Philly.
A-Con: Oh yes it is!
A-Con hops to his feet and starts doing a small dance.
A-Con: Hamster’s gonna get some. Hamster’s gonna get some!
Brian rolls his eyes at A-Con dancing and turns back to the mirror. B-Soup laughs and claps along with A-Con.
Stryker: Will you two stop. It’s not a date, period!
A-Con: Then why are you clean shaven and smell nice?
Stryker: Cause she’s Nate’s sister. He’d probably force me to dress nicer if he knew. After he attempted to kill me.
A-Con and B-Soup both nod in agreement that Nate would probably try to kill Stryker if he knew that Brian was taking his sister out.
A-Con: Well attempted murder or not, it’s a date whether you admit it or not.
Just as Brian is about say something back to A-Con when the door bell rang. Brian went over and pushed the button next to the door to buzz the Rachel up. With one last check and a knock, Brian went over to the door and opened it, giving Rachel a smile.
Stryker: Hey Rach, come on in.
Rachel smiles back at Brian and steps inside the apartment. She looks around the living room, as Brian silently thanks god for cleaning the apartment beforehand.
A-Con: Hey Rach, where’s Nate? Thought he would be hear running point on this whole thing.
Rachel: He had a meeting to go to.
Brian once again thanks god. The last thing he needed was Nate hovering over the two as they walked around the city. Nothing would have looked and felt more uncomfortable then that.
Stryker: So shall we get going?
Rachel: Sure.
Rachel walks out of the apartment, followed by Brian. Right before he closes the door, A-Con starts doing his suggestive dance again while B-Soup holds back a fit of laughter. Brian sends a death glare at the two as he closes the door.
Brian and Rachel walk down the steps of the apartment in silence. While not awkward yet, it’s still an somewhat uncomfortable. When they get to the ground floor, Brian decides to try and break the silence.
Stryker: So how’s the film coming?
Rachel: It’s going good. Still have a lot work to be done.
Stryker: I’m sure it’ll turn out great.
Rachel: I do hope so.
After leaving the apartment building, Brian and Rachel walk down the street. The city is pretty lively this night. The couple of days after Thanksgiving usually cause a lot of commotion, especially around the various bars, pubs, taverns, and restaurant in the city.
Rachel: So what did you have in mind?
Brian: I was thinking we could get something to eat.
Rachel: Sounds great! I’m starving.
Brian smiles and nods. The two walk to a nice walk in restaurant that is located on a few blocks away from Brian’s apartment. When they arrived, Brian held the door open for Rachel. As she walked in, she gave a smile, causing Brian to smile even more. The two walked up the counter.
Stryker: Table for 2.
Maitre’d: Follow me.
The two followed the man as he led them to a nice table. He placed two menus on it, as Brian pulled out Rachel’s chair for her. When she sat down, Brian sat down in his. They opened their menus and started searching for what they wanted to eat.
Rachel: So tell me. What made you get into wrestling?
Stryker: It was a way to pay bills.
Rachel: Why were you paying bills? From what Nate told me, you were a kid when you got started.
Stryker: I was. But money was tight in my house, so it was a way for extra income to be brought in.
Rachel: Must have been tough balancing school and that.
Stryker: Don’t forget job.
Rachel: You worked too? Jeez, when I was that age, my biggest worry was a bad hair day.
Stryker: Yeah a third of my time was in school, another was at work, the last was spent at the Arena.
Rachel: The Arena?
Stryker: The building where I trained. It’s like a wrestling landmark. The old ECW competed there.
Rachel: Ah. What about free time?
Stryker: Didn’t have much, but when I did it was probably spent catching up on sleep. Never went out much.
Rachel: Wow, I gotta hand it to you. You had more responsibilities then most 16 year olds.
Stryker: Yeah, but I guess that helped me get a better work ethic then most people.
Rachel: I’ll say.
Just then the waiter arrived. He had a bored look on his face, and he was clearly not in a mood to talk to people, which sucked since it was his job.
Waiter: What do you want?
Rachel: I’ll take the Shrimp Scampi.
The waiter wrote down the order. When he finished he just stared at Brian.
Stryker: Oh…I’ll take the steak, medium rare.
The waiter wrote that down and without another word, took the menus and left.
Stryker: Well someone is not getting a tip…
Rachel laughs as Brian shakes his head. As he does, for some reason, the couple sitting at the table behind Rachel looked extremely familiar. But Brian couldn’t place his finger on it. He just shrugged it off.
Rachel: Thanks again for showing me around Brian. I really appreciate it.
Stryker: It’s no problem. It’s my pleasure. Always fun to get out too. Been a while since I ate out. Normally order take out.
Rachel: Well glad I can help you break a routine.
Rachel smiles at Brian again. Brian smiles back, but notices the couple again. They look even familiar. That was when the lady dropped his spoon on the floor. As she went to pick it up, Brian realized who it was.
Stryker: I’ll…….be right back.
Brian gets up and walks over to the table.
Stryker: Okay. Before I murder you two idiots. Tell me. What the friggen hell are you two doing here?
Brian glares at his two agents as they sit there dressed up as a husband and wife. B-Soup got the short straw having to dress up in full drag complete with wig.
B-Soup: It was A-Con’s idea to follow you!
Stryker: Okay…..then why are you dressed as a Rupaul knock off!?
B-Soup: I thought it would be fun.
Brian tries to say something but he is so creped out and ticked off that he can’t.
A-Con: Hamster, we’re just checking to see if your date is going well.
Stryker: And the first idea is to not send a text but to dress up!?
A-Con: I promise you won’t even know we’re here.
Stryker: You better pray I don’t. Where did you get the dress and wig anyway?
B-Soup: My father played Blaire in an all man’s production of Facts of Life.
Brian once again freaked out, shakes his head.
Stryker: Not hide or hair of you.
Brian glares one last time at the two before heading back to the Rachel.
Stryker: Sorry about that.
Rachel: It’s okay. Though, B-Soup shouldn’t wear heels.
Stryker: How did you?
Rachel: Not hard to spot B-Soup in a crowd. The fact he didn’t take the ninja suit off first is a dead giveaway.
Brian nods and laughs. Just then the food arrived. The two ate their meals and chatted all about life, work, and other such things. Brian really felt that there was a connection between the two.
After the meal ended and Brian paid the bill, minus the tip for the crabby waiter, and headed out the door with Rachel.
Rachel: Think I’ll call it a night.
Stryker: Shall I walk you home?
Rachel: Nah, I’ll just take a cab.
Brian nodded, alittle disappointed. He walked to the curb and hailed down a cab.
Rachel: I wanna thank you for a great night. We should do it again sometime.
Stryker: Yeah totally. Just say the word.
Rachel smiled. She took a step forward and gave Brian a small kiss on the cheek.
Rachel: Night.
She climbs into the cab. As the cab drives off into the night, Brian stands there waving, smiling ear to ear. Shortly, A-Con and B-Soup come walking out of the restaurant. B-Soup removes his wig and the two stand next to Brian.
B-Soup: I’d say that went well.
Stryker: It did. Still gonna kill you two though.
The three of them turn around and start heading back to the apartment.
A-Con: So how do you think Nate is gonna react when he finds out?
Stryker: Probably throw a tantrum but calm down eventually.
B-Soup: Though when we tell him what happened, can we leave out the fact I wore a dress?
A-Con: No can do Soup. Remember it was your idea to do it.
B-Soup slumps his shoulders as Brian laughs.
Stryker: Ah relax Soup. Not the most embarrassing thing you ever done.
A-Con: Yeah that still goes to slowing the thimble from monopoly.
B-Soup: Yeah I guess.
Stryker: Look, to make it up to you guys, go get some sodas. We’ll have an all night game session.
B-Soup and A-Con nodded as they quickly run off towards the closest WaWa to get some drinks. Brian shakes his head at the two.
Stryker: The good thing is, the two never stay sad for long. The smallest things make them happy. Which I guess is what true happiness is like. Who knows. Happiness is key to everything. A positive attitude can lead to great success. A good grade, getting hired at a new job, getting a second date with a total hottie, hell even winning a match.
That’s right Smith Jones, I’m talking to you. You couldn’t be more wrong about me. I was never and will never be anything like you. You see I am a likeable person for starters. People actually enjoy my company. That is why all those follows, likes, and adds matter. Cause this job is all about them, the fans. If it wasn’t for them, we’d be wrestling in a backyard for no one but ourselves.
But I don’t know why no one would like you. I mean you seem like such a nice man. You clearly have a way with kids too. Remind me not to hire you to babysit anyone anytime soon.
Not are you wrong about me as a person, you greatly under estimate my abilities. You say I am trapped like a pet hamster or a bird. Wrong. You are the one who is trapped. You see in nature the most insignificant creature are actually the most dangerous. Natural selection has blessed them with abilities to survive against creatures far larger than them.
But enough of this. This isn’t Animal Planet. Smith, you have delusions of grandeur. You will never be a dominating force. You’re as dominating as a new born puppy. You’re as intimidating as wet bread. In short I’m saying you are an unimpressive flash in the pan. A guy who will never get far in this business. A guy who is gonna suffer the most brutal beating of his life.
You see, just because I like to live my life more open and care free, does not make me any less of a competitor then you. It doesn’t make you a better person. It doesn’t change anything. Cause you saw firsthand what I can do in the ring. And that was against someone I didn’t even know. You, on the other hand, I can’t stand. I can’t stand anything you ever do, say, think. You are the physical embodiment of everything I hate in a person. Which means that I will destroy you.
Struggle for Power is the location for us to fight. And it’s gonna be one. It’s not a match, a match-up, or whatever you want to call it. I’m not gonna ask you to “spare my career” either. My career is gonna be fine. Yours won’t survive though. You see, I actually hold back in the ring. When I get angry, I have a tendency to snap and beat down my opponent more then I wanted. I have put several people in the hospital for serious injuries.
I’m not proud of it, but it’s true. Since then I have learned control my anger. And thus the birth of the man you see before. I’m not gonna be lame and say “say your prayers” or whatever. For doesn’t matter what you do. Fate has already decided, and the decision is I destroy your being.
December 8th is the date. Save it. For it’s not just Brian Stryker the Kid coming to fight. I’m gonna have to get an oldy from my playbook and bring out The Savage Wolf. Once I do, you can kiss your career good bye. For it’s the end and the beginning. The end of your career and any chance of any title gold. It’s the also the beginning of my rise to the top. The beginning of an Era. The beginning of the Savage Wolf.
Brian pushes past the camera and walks into the night, heading back to his apartment.
