Post by stryker on Jul 3, 2013 0:31:57 GMT -5
It's that time of year again. The time when all the nerds leave their basements, slap on some sun screen, dress up as today's pop culture super heroes, and gather in one place to discuss all things nerdy. That's right it's time for Comic Con! And this year's event looks to be like no other. Bigger, better, nerdier.
A-Con: This is why I love this event! For one day you can be a badass to all the ladies in here and all you have to do is dress up as Deadpool!
The gang are traversing down the convention center, admiring the detailed costumes, and making fun of the crappy ones. Almost the entire gang, say for Nate and Brian, are dressed up. A-Con is dressed as Captain America, while B-Soup, stayed dressed in his ninja outfit. Rachael is also dressed up, donning the costume of Harley Quinn. Nate is not dressed up, calling the idea moronic and childish. Stryker isn't either, but only because he is doing a meet and greet later on. He is dressed in his basic street clothes with the addition of his new, Not IWC Approved shirt. But until then the crew decided to get a lay of the land.
Rachael: Why didn't you dress up Brian? You would have made a great Mista J.
Stryker: If I wasn't signing stuff, I totally would.
Nate: Now quit dawdling! We gotta get alot of work to do!
However, A-Con wasn't listening. he was to busy checking out a girl in a sailor moon outfit.
Nate: A-Con, pay attention!
A-con: In a minute. I'm gonna go get that girls number!
He runs off as Nate rubs his temples fighting off a headache.
Stryker: Relax Nate. It's Comic Con, we're just having fun. We've been working our asses off and we need a moment to enjoy the small things.
Nate: I'll relax when you make the profit!
Rachael: Nate that's all you care about.
Nate: Damn straight.
Before the guys could jump on Nate, A-Con comes running back over, sweating, eyes full of fear.
Stryker: It was a dude wasn't it.
A-Con: Not just a dude! A hairy fat Asian dude!
Sure enough, Soup, Brian, and Rachael all burst out laughing at the tanned moron.
Stryker: I swear you could right a book with how many dudes you mistake for chicks.
B-Soup: Or it's on web series!
Rachael: "Dick or Vag: An A-Con Life"
The crew laughs again and A-Con does a sarcastic laugh.
A-Con: Very funny ass wipes.
Stryker: Ah calm down. Remember how hard we laughed when B-Soup got stuck on the toilet at Home Depot?
B-Soup: They had to wheel me out through the store, pants around my ankles, like I was crowned king of the crappers.
Rachael: Or the time Nate caught me and Brian in bed for the first time.
Stryker: Nothing was funnier then a grown texan chasing a naked 20 year old through the streets of South Philadelphia, junk swinging in the breeze.
A-Con:.......We're a weird family aren't we?
Stryker: We are, but better then most.
B-Soup: At least we aren't drunks.
Rachael: Or Westboro Baptists.
Everyone then starts agreeing on that.
Nate: Okay, enough of the happy hugging period fests. We gotta go to our booth.
Brian nodded as the gang went over to their section. It was off the beaten path alittle but it was still a nice location. Brian sat down and got everything ready. Sure enough, no less then 5 minutes into it, a large line formed in front of Brian. Fans ranging from 10 year old boys to 50 year old men to 20-35 year old women. Some fans wanted pictures other wanted autographs. A few of the older women freaked Brian out for they were what society calls Cougars and they went straight the point saying they would bang Brian in a heart beat.
Rachael: Remember who your dating.
Stryker: I know I know. Don't go Lorena Bobbit on me....
Over the course of 3 hours, the line did not shorten. If anything it got longer and longer. It was close to the point of tiring Brian out completely, but he knew what the deal was. This was what Comic Con was about.
Finally after 4 hours of signings, it was over for Brian. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his aching hand that spent the entire time writing his name over and over and over again.
Stryker: Well that's gonna put me out of commission for a few days.
A-Con: You can always go lefty.
Stryker: Not talking about that.......but that's still a good idea...
B-Soup: Can we just get going? I need to start walking. My legs are asleep.
Stryker: You guys head back to the hotel. I gotta do a promo for the judges.
The other's agree and started to head off to the hotel.
Rachael: See you tonight baby.
Stryker: Yeah you will.
The two share a quick kiss before they leave Brian all alone.
Stryker: Life is all about ups and downs. Somedays you are on top of the world as a champion. Other's you are at the bottom struggling to end a losing streak. Me, I'm on the end of my down slope. But that is all about to change. You see, what doesn't kill me will make me stronger. I am never truly defeated. To be defeated means you accept your loses and that is something I never do. I am never gonna accept defeat. I will always carry on and become stronger with each passing loss. There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
My life carries on after my shocking defeat to Brytain to lose my Broadcast title. I am not ashamed to congratulate her and wish he luck in her defenses. She beat me fair and square and I can respect that. My life will move on and I have bigger hopes ahead of me. y goal is to climb even higher in PCW's ranks. I would love to challenge our new world champion Danielle Lopez for the title, but I have yet to earn it. But I will one day. I feel I am close to achieving that goal.
Or maybe challenge the Platinum Champion, Reaper to a friendly bout. But as before, I will have to earn that shot. Unlike some wrestlers who call themselves M, who like to believe they have the right to challenge these great champions when they can't even win a single match or even be bothered to show up? My point is, earn your shot first kid. You can't even win a single match and you think you can call out the two best wrestles in PCW? You are more moronic then ever before. And I look forward to kicking you ass AGAIN.
But not to jump ahead to far in time. Let's look forward to Saturday. Saturday Night Rapture is living in Huston, Texas where I will be competing against Draven Kennedy Logan. Another man who like me is on a down slope. But what's different between us is the fact, that I will be coming out victories. My drive and will power is stronger then his. My will to be victorious can't be matched by him. My ferocity is unparalleled and is something he never bare witness to before in his existence.
You see, you don't call yourself the God of War when you can't back it up. That's not what I do. That name is something I live up to. I may be a high flyer, but I can still be dangerous. Ask Triple M, who still is suffering head trauma after I drove his head into a steel chair AND the steel floor. Ask Smith Jones, who I beat at Battle Finale who bared witness to the rebirth of Brian Stryker first hand! Ask Curtis Wilkes who had to resort to a low blow to stop me because he knew he couldn't beat me straight up.
I may not be the biggest man in wrestling, but I am fearless. That little voice inside you head that tells you something isn't a good idea? Doesn't exist for me. In cage matches, most voices tell you to climb down and win. My voice says steal the show and do a Air Stryke off the top of the cage! It tells me to punish my opponent beyond belief in death matches. That voice is what drives me to the breaking point. That voice is the Savage Wolf. That voice is the catalyst that will propel me to the top.
Draven, I'd try my hardest to find a way out of this match. For you must be sacrificed for me to get back into the title picture. You must be the stepping stone as m journey back to the top of the mountain. I've been to the promise land beyond the mountain and it is a beautiful sight that very few men get to see. I will journey back there and continue to live the life of a true champion.
Hell nor high water will stop me. Nor will any mortal man. I am an immortal machine of destruction. I destroy those who try to stop me. The means of their destruction is whatever I see fit. I can harm you in so many ways, that it is impossible for anyone to tell where my offense will come from. High above the ring, down on the mat, or across the body by means of weapons. You can't tell and will never be able to tell. The tools I work with are honed perfectly to fit me. They will never work for someone else. To counter them you need to know my style, and that is impossible. So good luck on Saturday. May the gods above pity your soul and help you stay alive. For I will not. I will make it my mission to stop your breathing. Doomsday is coming. Prepare for judgement.
Stryker gets up from his chair and walks off, as the camera fades to black.
A-Con: This is why I love this event! For one day you can be a badass to all the ladies in here and all you have to do is dress up as Deadpool!
The gang are traversing down the convention center, admiring the detailed costumes, and making fun of the crappy ones. Almost the entire gang, say for Nate and Brian, are dressed up. A-Con is dressed as Captain America, while B-Soup, stayed dressed in his ninja outfit. Rachael is also dressed up, donning the costume of Harley Quinn. Nate is not dressed up, calling the idea moronic and childish. Stryker isn't either, but only because he is doing a meet and greet later on. He is dressed in his basic street clothes with the addition of his new, Not IWC Approved shirt. But until then the crew decided to get a lay of the land.
Rachael: Why didn't you dress up Brian? You would have made a great Mista J.
Stryker: If I wasn't signing stuff, I totally would.
Nate: Now quit dawdling! We gotta get alot of work to do!
However, A-Con wasn't listening. he was to busy checking out a girl in a sailor moon outfit.
Nate: A-Con, pay attention!
A-con: In a minute. I'm gonna go get that girls number!
He runs off as Nate rubs his temples fighting off a headache.
Stryker: Relax Nate. It's Comic Con, we're just having fun. We've been working our asses off and we need a moment to enjoy the small things.
Nate: I'll relax when you make the profit!
Rachael: Nate that's all you care about.
Nate: Damn straight.
Before the guys could jump on Nate, A-Con comes running back over, sweating, eyes full of fear.
Stryker: It was a dude wasn't it.
A-Con: Not just a dude! A hairy fat Asian dude!
Sure enough, Soup, Brian, and Rachael all burst out laughing at the tanned moron.
Stryker: I swear you could right a book with how many dudes you mistake for chicks.
B-Soup: Or it's on web series!
Rachael: "Dick or Vag: An A-Con Life"
The crew laughs again and A-Con does a sarcastic laugh.
A-Con: Very funny ass wipes.
Stryker: Ah calm down. Remember how hard we laughed when B-Soup got stuck on the toilet at Home Depot?
B-Soup: They had to wheel me out through the store, pants around my ankles, like I was crowned king of the crappers.
Rachael: Or the time Nate caught me and Brian in bed for the first time.
Stryker: Nothing was funnier then a grown texan chasing a naked 20 year old through the streets of South Philadelphia, junk swinging in the breeze.
A-Con:.......We're a weird family aren't we?
Stryker: We are, but better then most.
B-Soup: At least we aren't drunks.
Rachael: Or Westboro Baptists.
Everyone then starts agreeing on that.
Nate: Okay, enough of the happy hugging period fests. We gotta go to our booth.
Brian nodded as the gang went over to their section. It was off the beaten path alittle but it was still a nice location. Brian sat down and got everything ready. Sure enough, no less then 5 minutes into it, a large line formed in front of Brian. Fans ranging from 10 year old boys to 50 year old men to 20-35 year old women. Some fans wanted pictures other wanted autographs. A few of the older women freaked Brian out for they were what society calls Cougars and they went straight the point saying they would bang Brian in a heart beat.
Rachael: Remember who your dating.
Stryker: I know I know. Don't go Lorena Bobbit on me....
Over the course of 3 hours, the line did not shorten. If anything it got longer and longer. It was close to the point of tiring Brian out completely, but he knew what the deal was. This was what Comic Con was about.
Finally after 4 hours of signings, it was over for Brian. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his aching hand that spent the entire time writing his name over and over and over again.
Stryker: Well that's gonna put me out of commission for a few days.
A-Con: You can always go lefty.
Stryker: Not talking about that.......but that's still a good idea...
B-Soup: Can we just get going? I need to start walking. My legs are asleep.
Stryker: You guys head back to the hotel. I gotta do a promo for the judges.
The other's agree and started to head off to the hotel.
Rachael: See you tonight baby.
Stryker: Yeah you will.
The two share a quick kiss before they leave Brian all alone.
Stryker: Life is all about ups and downs. Somedays you are on top of the world as a champion. Other's you are at the bottom struggling to end a losing streak. Me, I'm on the end of my down slope. But that is all about to change. You see, what doesn't kill me will make me stronger. I am never truly defeated. To be defeated means you accept your loses and that is something I never do. I am never gonna accept defeat. I will always carry on and become stronger with each passing loss. There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
My life carries on after my shocking defeat to Brytain to lose my Broadcast title. I am not ashamed to congratulate her and wish he luck in her defenses. She beat me fair and square and I can respect that. My life will move on and I have bigger hopes ahead of me. y goal is to climb even higher in PCW's ranks. I would love to challenge our new world champion Danielle Lopez for the title, but I have yet to earn it. But I will one day. I feel I am close to achieving that goal.
Or maybe challenge the Platinum Champion, Reaper to a friendly bout. But as before, I will have to earn that shot. Unlike some wrestlers who call themselves M, who like to believe they have the right to challenge these great champions when they can't even win a single match or even be bothered to show up? My point is, earn your shot first kid. You can't even win a single match and you think you can call out the two best wrestles in PCW? You are more moronic then ever before. And I look forward to kicking you ass AGAIN.
But not to jump ahead to far in time. Let's look forward to Saturday. Saturday Night Rapture is living in Huston, Texas where I will be competing against Draven Kennedy Logan. Another man who like me is on a down slope. But what's different between us is the fact, that I will be coming out victories. My drive and will power is stronger then his. My will to be victorious can't be matched by him. My ferocity is unparalleled and is something he never bare witness to before in his existence.
You see, you don't call yourself the God of War when you can't back it up. That's not what I do. That name is something I live up to. I may be a high flyer, but I can still be dangerous. Ask Triple M, who still is suffering head trauma after I drove his head into a steel chair AND the steel floor. Ask Smith Jones, who I beat at Battle Finale who bared witness to the rebirth of Brian Stryker first hand! Ask Curtis Wilkes who had to resort to a low blow to stop me because he knew he couldn't beat me straight up.
I may not be the biggest man in wrestling, but I am fearless. That little voice inside you head that tells you something isn't a good idea? Doesn't exist for me. In cage matches, most voices tell you to climb down and win. My voice says steal the show and do a Air Stryke off the top of the cage! It tells me to punish my opponent beyond belief in death matches. That voice is what drives me to the breaking point. That voice is the Savage Wolf. That voice is the catalyst that will propel me to the top.
Draven, I'd try my hardest to find a way out of this match. For you must be sacrificed for me to get back into the title picture. You must be the stepping stone as m journey back to the top of the mountain. I've been to the promise land beyond the mountain and it is a beautiful sight that very few men get to see. I will journey back there and continue to live the life of a true champion.
Hell nor high water will stop me. Nor will any mortal man. I am an immortal machine of destruction. I destroy those who try to stop me. The means of their destruction is whatever I see fit. I can harm you in so many ways, that it is impossible for anyone to tell where my offense will come from. High above the ring, down on the mat, or across the body by means of weapons. You can't tell and will never be able to tell. The tools I work with are honed perfectly to fit me. They will never work for someone else. To counter them you need to know my style, and that is impossible. So good luck on Saturday. May the gods above pity your soul and help you stay alive. For I will not. I will make it my mission to stop your breathing. Doomsday is coming. Prepare for judgement.
Stryker gets up from his chair and walks off, as the camera fades to black.