Post by stryker on Apr 24, 2013 0:20:37 GMT -5
The scene fades into Brian sitting on a familiar couch. He is once again being forced to go under his hypnosis therapy with B-Soup. This time the fat ninja doctor learned how to click his tongue so the threat of Brian going into a hypnotic coma is no more. Joining Brian this time around are A-Con, Nate Rellington, Rachael Rellington, and Glen Jacobs.
Stryker: Okay tell me why I’m letting B-Soup putt me under again?
Nate: Because we need to make sure you are 100% ready for that match with Jones and Hanu.
Stryker: But we’re letting Soup do this? I mean remember last?
B-Soup, who is dressed like Sigmund Freud complete with cigar and beard grabs his yard stick and hits Brian on the forhead.
Stryker: Oh you sonuv
B-Soup: Say my correct name! Mr. Bizzlesworth the Third, PHD!
Stryker: I’m not saying anything if you keep hitting me with that friggen ruler!
B-Soup doesn’t like Brian’s tone and hits him again with the ruler, drawing a loud string of profanity from the bruised wrestler.
B-Soup: Now. Like Nate said, we just to make sure you are at the peak of your mental abilities to go along with your physical abilities.
Brian sighs as he gets more comfortable.
Stryker: I guess I have no other choice. Just get this over with.
B-Soup clears his throat and adjusts his beard.
B-Soup: Okay, on the count of three you will close your eyes and douse yourself with the presence of your thoughts and your imagination. You will NOT tell me what you see, and you will NOT say a word until you have fully processed every thought you have witnessed.
Stryker: Yeah yeah yeah! We’ve been through this already!
B-Soup: Ignoring that. I want you to focus on the One Direction poster on the ceiling. Stare into Harry Style’s large tooth to gum ratio!
Brian groans as he is forced to look at a poster of four homosexual british boys as he feels his eyes growing heavier. And just like before, Brian feels himself slip into a dream like state as his mind starts to wonder.
Brian’s eyes bolt open as he finds himself in the middle of a long winding road. A perfectly flat blacktop that stretches as far as Brian can see. When Brian’s eyes complete adjust he also realizes that this road is in the middle of a desert. On both sides of the road, there’s nothing but mounds and mounds of sand.
Stryker: Well this beats that destroyed farmland I was in last time. I guess there’s nothing else to do but start walking. But which way?
Brian looks down both directions of the road wondering. That was when he looked down and saw a random ass turtle. As the turtle walked by, a message started to be written behind it .
Stryker: Follow…..the….TURTLE? Are you serious?!
Brian glares as the turtle actually looks at him and nods. Brian groans and picks up the turtle as it starts walking north down the road.
Stryker: Alright so tell me turtle. Are you supposed to be my spirit animal or something?
Brian looks down as the turtle just looks forward and doesn’t make any movement.
Stryker: I’m talking to a friggen reptile. I’m going insane now.
Voice: No, you are not insane. You are as completely normal in the mental department as anyone else.
Stryker: Who said that?
Voice: I did.
Stryker: Well that’s obvious. But where the hell are you?
Stryker starts turning around in circles looking for the person who was talking to him. However all he sees is sand, sand, and surprising more sand. It’s just Brian on an empty road with a friggen turtle.
Voice: I’m right here! Look down.
Brian raises an eyebrow and looks down. The turtle he was holding was looking right back at him.
Turtle: Hello there.
Stryker: Sweet Zombie Jesus!
Brian throws the turtle into the air and scurries back a few feet and watches it hit the ground as it spins around upside down.
Stryker: You just talked?
Turtle: I did.
Brian picks up a stray stick on the ground and walks up to the turtle and starts poking it. He wanted to make double sure it was a real turtle and not some crazy illusion or some Disney style robot.
Turtle: I would appreciate it if you did poke me on my under shell. You are scratching the shell.
Stryker: Who are you?
Turtle: I’m your confidence.
Stryker: My what? Confidence? My confidence is a friggen turtle?
Turtle: Hey this is your head. You gave me the form most comfortable for you. Now pick me up! We have much to do and the blood is rushing to my head.
Brian looked down at the turtle and let out a long sigh. He bent down and picked up his confidence turtle and looks at it.
Stryker: But seriously why a turtle?
Turtle: Well, turtles are long lived but slow. Just like your confidence.
Stryker I’m not following.
Turtle: Well you never seem to lack confidence when you have it. But it takes a long time for you to build it up, especially after a few setbacks. I am here to help you fix that.
Stryker: This is some crazy ass shit.
Turtle: Again, your mind.
Stryker: So what should I call you? I don’t think Turtle will due.
Turtle: You can call me Milton.
Stryker: Milton? As in Milton the Turtle?
Milton: Well, actually my full name is Milton J. Buttermelt the Third.
Stryker: The Third?
Milton: Yeah it’s a family name.
Stryker: I didn’t know turtles can have family names.
Milton: Well we do. Now we must begin our journey. We have much to discuss.
Stryker: Discuss what?
Milton: Jerked chicken recipes. What do you think? You’re lack of confidence!
Stryker: Okay okay. Man who knew turtles could be such bitches.
Brian starts walking down the road, holding Milton. The situation was completely surreal but like Milton said this was all in Brian’s head. Plus it was better than the insane destroyed farmland the last time he went inside the mind.
Stryker: Okay so what exactly are we trying to do?
Milton: Fix your confidence issue.
Stryker: But I don’t have one!
Milton: Don’t lie to me. Remember I am your confidence.
Stryker: I am sure!
Suddenly the road beneath Brian’s feet started to move. Then it dipped down 15 feet creating a large canyon in the middle of the road. Brian looked down as he fell the 15 feet down to the ground, softly landing on his feet.
Stryker: What the Helen, Michigan was that?
Milton: Proof of your lack of confidence. When you doubt yourself, the road dips. Creating the canyons you are trapped in right now.
Stryker: How do I get out?
Milton: You don’t. That’s where the problem lies.
Stryker: Well this sucks monkey balls.
Milton: Quite. Since we are stuck here, let me ask you a question? Why do you doubt yourself so much?
Stryker: I don’t doubt myself!
Milton gives Brian a look of utter disbelief.
Stryker: Okay, okay. Maybe I doubt myself alittle. But what’s the harm in that?
Milton: Well since we’re in a giant canyon, I’d say a lot of harm. But why do you doubt yourself?
Stryker: How the hell would I know? Would I be stuck in a giant hole with a talking turtle if I did?
Milton: Oh? I believe you do know. Perhaps this man will freshen your memory.
Suddenly a man appeared in front of the two. He was a large one with a pony tail. He was someone who Brian knew well. He was the man who trained Brian on his first day at wrestling school.
Stryker: Why this man?
Milton: Perhaps you remember his rant from your first day of wrestling school.
Man: DOUGHERTY! You wimpy noodle sack of crap! You will never make it as a wrestler when you look like that! Small fries like you will never become a champion! You’re punk ass will be nothing but a glorified jobber! You are nothing and will be nothing!
And just like that, the man vanished in a cloud of white smoke.
Stryker: And what the fuck was the point of that?
Milton: You were 16 when you started wrestling school. To have that man yell that at you when you were so young would put doubt in anyone minds.
Stryker: Maybe it did, but look at what I did. I proved him wrong. Hell I proved him wrong ten times over. Now he’s just a dick who had to swallow his pride.
Suddenly the ground started shake and begin to rise. Brian watched as the road straightened itself out.
Stryker: That’s it? Seriously?
Milton: No there are still demons that need to be exorcised. Continue walking.
Stryker: Are all of them gonna be anti-climatic like that?
Milton: Anti-climatic? The friggen ground rose up!
Stryker: Yeah but you said it was all because I doubted myself and all I did was say a trainer was a total dick.
Milton: You may have a point but that’s neither here nor there. Just start walking.
Brian started walking down the road. It seemed to stretching on forever. For every foot that Brian walked it felt like the road stretched 2 more feet. The blazing sun beat down on his head and the sand blew through the air.
Stryker: So what’s next?
Before Milton could answer, a giant wall shot up from the ground and completely blocked the road. Brian wasn’t prepared for this and walked face first into the wall.
Stryker: What the hell man! What is it this time?
Milton: Your past accomplishments are blocking you from progressing further.
Stryker: Bullshit!
Milton: What do you mean?
Stryker: How could my accomplishments be hurting me? Aren’t the point of accomplishments to help you progress?
Milton: They can also hurt you. For you see, you’re past title wins has clouded your judgment. Making you push yourself harder then you need to.
Stryker: Again, what’s wrong with pushing myself when I know I can win a title?
Milton: You push yourself to hard. You do that and you make stupid mistakes that cost you dearly.
Stryker: So I have to go into a match without worrying about the title?
Milton: Exactly. Go into the match with the drive to win. Nothing else. Don’t worry about titles or stipulation.
Stryker: So when I walk to the ring at Battle Finale 3 for my match. I should just focus on getting the pin. Not winning a title.
Milton: Exactly.
Brian look at the wall as it started to recede back into the ground, opening the path once again.
Milton: You’re journey is almost at an end. I am not needed anymore. You have learned all I can teach.
Stryker: Really? It’s only been two lessons.
Milton: Yes but those were two very important lessons for you. Your mind is starting to balance itself out. All that is left is for you to do is find the harmony inside.
Stryker: Milton, I’ll be honest. You still freak me the fuck out, but as far as turtles go. You’re pretty cool.
Milton: Wow that was probably the gayest thing you ever said.
Stryker: Yeah that had a after school special vibe to it…
Milton: Well I best be going.
Suddenly, Milton’s legs go into his shell as fire starts shooting out as it propels him forward.
Stryker: You can friggen fly?!
Milton: For the final time, it’s your head. Now I’ll be going now!
Brian watched as the talking turtle Milton J. Buttermelt the Third flew away leaving Brian alone. He decided to finish his walk down the road. The silence in the air that followed Brian was haunting calm. It allowed him to reflect on what Milton told him.
Stryker: Still fucking weird that it talked.
Brian looked down the road to see that his journey was ending. Off in the distance was a large mountain side that the road ran right into. Picking up his speed, he breaks out into a full sprint. As he sprinted down the road, the mountain side grew large and clearer. Finally coming to the end of the road, Brian put his hands on his knees and caught his breath for a moment.
When he finally had his fill of air, he looked up at the mountain side to see that it had a message written on it. The message was simple. It was the numbers 4272013. Brian knew the numbers were the date of Battle Finale 3. The end of Brian’s long winding road was at the biggest PPV in PCW.
Stryker: The end. The end has finally arrived. For months, I have trudged along this path taking every pitfall and obstacle it can throw at me. The self doubt in my own mind created dangers along my road to retard my progress and hinder my drive. But you cannot and will not hinder my progress.
“Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.”
The wise words of Bruce Barton ring ever clear in my head. The true meaning resonating within my very soul! Progress advances through failure. Through failure we see the clear path to right. And my path has never been more clear to me. I can see all my hard work and the sacrifices I have made leading up to this night.
When asked about the 1000 failures Thomas Edison had for inventing the light bulb, he said “I haven’t failed 1000 times. I found a 1000 ways how not to make a light bulb. I only need one that works.” I have failed many a times, I’ll admit it. But from each failure I learned something new. From each pinfall I have suffered I became more aggressive. Each lose, I became more merciless.
But, are they true loses, if I keep getting back to my feet and continue to fight? I will never truly fail as long as I continue to rise up and face the challenges head on. Knock me down as many times as you want, I will rise again. To die is the true means of stopping my progress and death isn’t on my list of goals any time soon.
From day one of my career, I have fought the odds. Odds of making it as a wrestler. Odds of having a career at all. Odds of competing for a title. All these odds have been against me. But I have beaten every one of them. I have made a damn good career out of beating the odds and proving haters wrong. I made an empire out of the bricks thrown by doubters and haters. I will continue to rise up as they watch from the ground. The birth of my era begins at Battle Finale 3.
My time has come to finally step out of the shadow of mid-card mediocre status and step into the light of champion. Where I truly belong. I have made peace with the fallen hope of becoming a world champion. But that doesn’t mean I can’t become a legend in my field. I don’t need a title to become a great. I will forge my own path to the hall of fame. I will create my own star status.
Smith Jones, Hanu, I want you two to listen closely and heed my warnings. You are not facing the same wrestler you have faced the past few weeks. I am much different then that Brian Stryker. The Brian Stryker you see before you is a man of simple goals. A man who never settles for second best. A man who will become the next Broadcast Champion of Premium Championship Wrestling. And from there I will bring a new ferocity to my craft as I devour the wretched and defeat my enemies once and for all.
This mountain side is the end of my road to Battle Finale 3. But beyond this mountain lies a land of uncharted territory. A land, I have not walked on in years. A land that I will traverse and witness the wonders it holds. This date is the day the world witnesses my reign begin. This mountain will crumble like all others at the might I will bring to the ring. Those who stand in my way become nothing more than foot notes in my history.
The end is here. The end is inevitable. You can pray and hope all you want. But the outcome will never be anything other than this. Me standing victorious above all my enemies, holding the true prize. The respect of my enemies and the fear from them too. The war is on. Let the battle lines be drawn and the alliances crumble. The new God of War is ready and will conquer those foolish to oppose me.
Brian takes one final look at the mountain side, before feeling light headed. The world around him crumbles away as he is left with nothing but blackness. Then a familiar voice in the form of B-Soup calls out to Brian and brings the boy out of his dream like coma.
He feels his eyes adjusting to the light of the room as he takes a minute to collect himself. Brian sits up and looks around the room at the faces of those close to him.
Nate: Well?
Stryker: Well what?
A-Con: Did it work?
Brian chuckles to himself as he shakes his head.
Stryker: There is only one way to find out. And that is at Battle Finale 3. But to give you all something. I feel good about this.
B-Soup: So am I getting paid?
Stryker: Don’t push it Soup.
The gang laughs as Brian runs his hand through his hair, remembering the words of Milton J. Buttermelt the Third and the lessons he taught the young man.
Let those beware. The God of War is coming.
Stryker: Okay tell me why I’m letting B-Soup putt me under again?
Nate: Because we need to make sure you are 100% ready for that match with Jones and Hanu.
Stryker: But we’re letting Soup do this? I mean remember last?
B-Soup, who is dressed like Sigmund Freud complete with cigar and beard grabs his yard stick and hits Brian on the forhead.
Stryker: Oh you sonuv
B-Soup: Say my correct name! Mr. Bizzlesworth the Third, PHD!
Stryker: I’m not saying anything if you keep hitting me with that friggen ruler!
B-Soup doesn’t like Brian’s tone and hits him again with the ruler, drawing a loud string of profanity from the bruised wrestler.
B-Soup: Now. Like Nate said, we just to make sure you are at the peak of your mental abilities to go along with your physical abilities.
Brian sighs as he gets more comfortable.
Stryker: I guess I have no other choice. Just get this over with.
B-Soup clears his throat and adjusts his beard.
B-Soup: Okay, on the count of three you will close your eyes and douse yourself with the presence of your thoughts and your imagination. You will NOT tell me what you see, and you will NOT say a word until you have fully processed every thought you have witnessed.
Stryker: Yeah yeah yeah! We’ve been through this already!
B-Soup: Ignoring that. I want you to focus on the One Direction poster on the ceiling. Stare into Harry Style’s large tooth to gum ratio!
Brian groans as he is forced to look at a poster of four homosexual british boys as he feels his eyes growing heavier. And just like before, Brian feels himself slip into a dream like state as his mind starts to wonder.
Brian’s eyes bolt open as he finds himself in the middle of a long winding road. A perfectly flat blacktop that stretches as far as Brian can see. When Brian’s eyes complete adjust he also realizes that this road is in the middle of a desert. On both sides of the road, there’s nothing but mounds and mounds of sand.
Stryker: Well this beats that destroyed farmland I was in last time. I guess there’s nothing else to do but start walking. But which way?
Brian looks down both directions of the road wondering. That was when he looked down and saw a random ass turtle. As the turtle walked by, a message started to be written behind it .
Stryker: Follow…..the….TURTLE? Are you serious?!
Brian glares as the turtle actually looks at him and nods. Brian groans and picks up the turtle as it starts walking north down the road.
Stryker: Alright so tell me turtle. Are you supposed to be my spirit animal or something?
Brian looks down as the turtle just looks forward and doesn’t make any movement.
Stryker: I’m talking to a friggen reptile. I’m going insane now.
Voice: No, you are not insane. You are as completely normal in the mental department as anyone else.
Stryker: Who said that?
Voice: I did.
Stryker: Well that’s obvious. But where the hell are you?
Stryker starts turning around in circles looking for the person who was talking to him. However all he sees is sand, sand, and surprising more sand. It’s just Brian on an empty road with a friggen turtle.
Voice: I’m right here! Look down.
Brian raises an eyebrow and looks down. The turtle he was holding was looking right back at him.
Turtle: Hello there.
Stryker: Sweet Zombie Jesus!
Brian throws the turtle into the air and scurries back a few feet and watches it hit the ground as it spins around upside down.
Stryker: You just talked?
Turtle: I did.
Brian picks up a stray stick on the ground and walks up to the turtle and starts poking it. He wanted to make double sure it was a real turtle and not some crazy illusion or some Disney style robot.
Turtle: I would appreciate it if you did poke me on my under shell. You are scratching the shell.
Stryker: Who are you?
Turtle: I’m your confidence.
Stryker: My what? Confidence? My confidence is a friggen turtle?
Turtle: Hey this is your head. You gave me the form most comfortable for you. Now pick me up! We have much to do and the blood is rushing to my head.
Brian looked down at the turtle and let out a long sigh. He bent down and picked up his confidence turtle and looks at it.
Stryker: But seriously why a turtle?
Turtle: Well, turtles are long lived but slow. Just like your confidence.
Stryker I’m not following.
Turtle: Well you never seem to lack confidence when you have it. But it takes a long time for you to build it up, especially after a few setbacks. I am here to help you fix that.
Stryker: This is some crazy ass shit.
Turtle: Again, your mind.
Stryker: So what should I call you? I don’t think Turtle will due.
Turtle: You can call me Milton.
Stryker: Milton? As in Milton the Turtle?
Milton: Well, actually my full name is Milton J. Buttermelt the Third.
Stryker: The Third?
Milton: Yeah it’s a family name.
Stryker: I didn’t know turtles can have family names.
Milton: Well we do. Now we must begin our journey. We have much to discuss.
Stryker: Discuss what?
Milton: Jerked chicken recipes. What do you think? You’re lack of confidence!
Stryker: Okay okay. Man who knew turtles could be such bitches.
Brian starts walking down the road, holding Milton. The situation was completely surreal but like Milton said this was all in Brian’s head. Plus it was better than the insane destroyed farmland the last time he went inside the mind.
Stryker: Okay so what exactly are we trying to do?
Milton: Fix your confidence issue.
Stryker: But I don’t have one!
Milton: Don’t lie to me. Remember I am your confidence.
Stryker: I am sure!
Suddenly the road beneath Brian’s feet started to move. Then it dipped down 15 feet creating a large canyon in the middle of the road. Brian looked down as he fell the 15 feet down to the ground, softly landing on his feet.
Stryker: What the Helen, Michigan was that?
Milton: Proof of your lack of confidence. When you doubt yourself, the road dips. Creating the canyons you are trapped in right now.
Stryker: How do I get out?
Milton: You don’t. That’s where the problem lies.
Stryker: Well this sucks monkey balls.
Milton: Quite. Since we are stuck here, let me ask you a question? Why do you doubt yourself so much?
Stryker: I don’t doubt myself!
Milton gives Brian a look of utter disbelief.
Stryker: Okay, okay. Maybe I doubt myself alittle. But what’s the harm in that?
Milton: Well since we’re in a giant canyon, I’d say a lot of harm. But why do you doubt yourself?
Stryker: How the hell would I know? Would I be stuck in a giant hole with a talking turtle if I did?
Milton: Oh? I believe you do know. Perhaps this man will freshen your memory.
Suddenly a man appeared in front of the two. He was a large one with a pony tail. He was someone who Brian knew well. He was the man who trained Brian on his first day at wrestling school.
Stryker: Why this man?
Milton: Perhaps you remember his rant from your first day of wrestling school.
Man: DOUGHERTY! You wimpy noodle sack of crap! You will never make it as a wrestler when you look like that! Small fries like you will never become a champion! You’re punk ass will be nothing but a glorified jobber! You are nothing and will be nothing!
And just like that, the man vanished in a cloud of white smoke.
Stryker: And what the fuck was the point of that?
Milton: You were 16 when you started wrestling school. To have that man yell that at you when you were so young would put doubt in anyone minds.
Stryker: Maybe it did, but look at what I did. I proved him wrong. Hell I proved him wrong ten times over. Now he’s just a dick who had to swallow his pride.
Suddenly the ground started shake and begin to rise. Brian watched as the road straightened itself out.
Stryker: That’s it? Seriously?
Milton: No there are still demons that need to be exorcised. Continue walking.
Stryker: Are all of them gonna be anti-climatic like that?
Milton: Anti-climatic? The friggen ground rose up!
Stryker: Yeah but you said it was all because I doubted myself and all I did was say a trainer was a total dick.
Milton: You may have a point but that’s neither here nor there. Just start walking.
Brian started walking down the road. It seemed to stretching on forever. For every foot that Brian walked it felt like the road stretched 2 more feet. The blazing sun beat down on his head and the sand blew through the air.
Stryker: So what’s next?
Before Milton could answer, a giant wall shot up from the ground and completely blocked the road. Brian wasn’t prepared for this and walked face first into the wall.
Stryker: What the hell man! What is it this time?
Milton: Your past accomplishments are blocking you from progressing further.
Stryker: Bullshit!
Milton: What do you mean?
Stryker: How could my accomplishments be hurting me? Aren’t the point of accomplishments to help you progress?
Milton: They can also hurt you. For you see, you’re past title wins has clouded your judgment. Making you push yourself harder then you need to.
Stryker: Again, what’s wrong with pushing myself when I know I can win a title?
Milton: You push yourself to hard. You do that and you make stupid mistakes that cost you dearly.
Stryker: So I have to go into a match without worrying about the title?
Milton: Exactly. Go into the match with the drive to win. Nothing else. Don’t worry about titles or stipulation.
Stryker: So when I walk to the ring at Battle Finale 3 for my match. I should just focus on getting the pin. Not winning a title.
Milton: Exactly.
Brian look at the wall as it started to recede back into the ground, opening the path once again.
Milton: You’re journey is almost at an end. I am not needed anymore. You have learned all I can teach.
Stryker: Really? It’s only been two lessons.
Milton: Yes but those were two very important lessons for you. Your mind is starting to balance itself out. All that is left is for you to do is find the harmony inside.
Stryker: Milton, I’ll be honest. You still freak me the fuck out, but as far as turtles go. You’re pretty cool.
Milton: Wow that was probably the gayest thing you ever said.
Stryker: Yeah that had a after school special vibe to it…
Milton: Well I best be going.
Suddenly, Milton’s legs go into his shell as fire starts shooting out as it propels him forward.
Stryker: You can friggen fly?!
Milton: For the final time, it’s your head. Now I’ll be going now!
Brian watched as the talking turtle Milton J. Buttermelt the Third flew away leaving Brian alone. He decided to finish his walk down the road. The silence in the air that followed Brian was haunting calm. It allowed him to reflect on what Milton told him.
Stryker: Still fucking weird that it talked.
Brian looked down the road to see that his journey was ending. Off in the distance was a large mountain side that the road ran right into. Picking up his speed, he breaks out into a full sprint. As he sprinted down the road, the mountain side grew large and clearer. Finally coming to the end of the road, Brian put his hands on his knees and caught his breath for a moment.
When he finally had his fill of air, he looked up at the mountain side to see that it had a message written on it. The message was simple. It was the numbers 4272013. Brian knew the numbers were the date of Battle Finale 3. The end of Brian’s long winding road was at the biggest PPV in PCW.
Stryker: The end. The end has finally arrived. For months, I have trudged along this path taking every pitfall and obstacle it can throw at me. The self doubt in my own mind created dangers along my road to retard my progress and hinder my drive. But you cannot and will not hinder my progress.
“Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.”
The wise words of Bruce Barton ring ever clear in my head. The true meaning resonating within my very soul! Progress advances through failure. Through failure we see the clear path to right. And my path has never been more clear to me. I can see all my hard work and the sacrifices I have made leading up to this night.
When asked about the 1000 failures Thomas Edison had for inventing the light bulb, he said “I haven’t failed 1000 times. I found a 1000 ways how not to make a light bulb. I only need one that works.” I have failed many a times, I’ll admit it. But from each failure I learned something new. From each pinfall I have suffered I became more aggressive. Each lose, I became more merciless.
But, are they true loses, if I keep getting back to my feet and continue to fight? I will never truly fail as long as I continue to rise up and face the challenges head on. Knock me down as many times as you want, I will rise again. To die is the true means of stopping my progress and death isn’t on my list of goals any time soon.
From day one of my career, I have fought the odds. Odds of making it as a wrestler. Odds of having a career at all. Odds of competing for a title. All these odds have been against me. But I have beaten every one of them. I have made a damn good career out of beating the odds and proving haters wrong. I made an empire out of the bricks thrown by doubters and haters. I will continue to rise up as they watch from the ground. The birth of my era begins at Battle Finale 3.
My time has come to finally step out of the shadow of mid-card mediocre status and step into the light of champion. Where I truly belong. I have made peace with the fallen hope of becoming a world champion. But that doesn’t mean I can’t become a legend in my field. I don’t need a title to become a great. I will forge my own path to the hall of fame. I will create my own star status.
Smith Jones, Hanu, I want you two to listen closely and heed my warnings. You are not facing the same wrestler you have faced the past few weeks. I am much different then that Brian Stryker. The Brian Stryker you see before you is a man of simple goals. A man who never settles for second best. A man who will become the next Broadcast Champion of Premium Championship Wrestling. And from there I will bring a new ferocity to my craft as I devour the wretched and defeat my enemies once and for all.
This mountain side is the end of my road to Battle Finale 3. But beyond this mountain lies a land of uncharted territory. A land, I have not walked on in years. A land that I will traverse and witness the wonders it holds. This date is the day the world witnesses my reign begin. This mountain will crumble like all others at the might I will bring to the ring. Those who stand in my way become nothing more than foot notes in my history.
The end is here. The end is inevitable. You can pray and hope all you want. But the outcome will never be anything other than this. Me standing victorious above all my enemies, holding the true prize. The respect of my enemies and the fear from them too. The war is on. Let the battle lines be drawn and the alliances crumble. The new God of War is ready and will conquer those foolish to oppose me.
Brian takes one final look at the mountain side, before feeling light headed. The world around him crumbles away as he is left with nothing but blackness. Then a familiar voice in the form of B-Soup calls out to Brian and brings the boy out of his dream like coma.
He feels his eyes adjusting to the light of the room as he takes a minute to collect himself. Brian sits up and looks around the room at the faces of those close to him.
Nate: Well?
Stryker: Well what?
A-Con: Did it work?
Brian chuckles to himself as he shakes his head.
Stryker: There is only one way to find out. And that is at Battle Finale 3. But to give you all something. I feel good about this.
B-Soup: So am I getting paid?
Stryker: Don’t push it Soup.
The gang laughs as Brian runs his hand through his hair, remembering the words of Milton J. Buttermelt the Third and the lessons he taught the young man.
Let those beware. The God of War is coming.
