Post by stryker on Jul 14, 2013 3:12:47 GMT -5
The camera fades into a shot of an old English library. The four walls are sprawling with book cases that reach high up to the ceiling. The room is lit by a single fire in a elegant stone fireplace. Also located in this room are three large beautifully crafted English leather chairs. Seated in the center chair is PCW's own Brian Stryker. For some reason the 21 year old Philly native is dressed in a elegant red robe with matching velvet slippers. His hair is slicked back and he has drawn a pencil mustache on his face. In his hands is a copy of William Shakespeare's Othello and a cup of brandy in the other.
Seated to the right of Brian, is the beautiful redhead Rachael Rellington. Going along with apparent theme, she is dressed to the nines in an old time dressing gown complete with corset and everything. She is busy needle pointing a nice sign to hang on the wall. Located to his left, Brian is also joined by the dashing duo A-Con and B-Soup. The two agents donning black suits with coat tails, white gloves, a matching top hat, and a monocle. The two are seated across from each other enjoying a rousing game of Stratego.
Brian turns his page and looks up and notices the camera. He takes a large sip from his brandy and smiles at the camera and begins speaking in a fake English accent.
Stryker: Greetings, didn't hear you come in. Welcome to Masterbate...I mean Masterpiece Theatre. I am your host Brighton Pedelwink the IV....esquire. Today you will be told of tales that will shock and horrify you. My lawyers want me to warn those of weak constitutions, are pregnant, or have a family history of stress induced hysteria to not view the following program. Today we view.........Soup....
B-Soup: What?
Stryker: Get the title card!
B-Soup: Oh yeah....
B-Soup gets up and grabs a large cuecard.
Stryker: We view......TRIPLE M's PCW CAREER!
B-Soup then holds the cuecard in front of the camera and goes "Dun dun duuuuuuuuunn".
Stryker: Yes we look back at the horrors that unfolded in every match that Triple M has ever competed in. But first we start from the beginning. Triple M was born so many years ago in a log cabin in the woods. This was because no hospital would take the mother of the future scum. When Triple M was born, the doctor didn't know which end to slap, or whether he should slap the mother for birthing such an ugly baby, or the father for fucking her.
As a young tike, Triple M enjoyed the little things in life. Cause when your born with such a tiny piece, you learn to appreciate them. When Triple M entered primary school, he was often viciously bullied by everyone. And I don't mean just the students. He was bullied by students, teachers, principals, janitors, lunch ladies, police men, fire men, the coast guard, doctors, nurses, Vietnam war vets, and even several small woodland animals. He was such a loser, his imaginary friends would play with the kid across the street instead.
Which brings us to the present times. Triple M debuted in PCW winning his first match in a dark squash match. The next week he would compete in his first televised match against the talented and oh so rugged and handsome, Brian Stryker. Let's take you back to the September 1st edition of Rapture.
SS: Now Triple M signals for the end, he picks up Stryker in a fireman's carry, and is going for it...
DM: NO! Stryker makes his escape and kicks Triple M in the face! Triple M turns around and Stryker hits a dropkick on his back! Triple M now drops to his knees grabbing his hurt back!
SS: And Stryker sees an opening! Another dropkick to Triple M's back! And another cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Another kickout for Triple M!
SS: I can’t believe Stryker has survived that long!
DM: Neither do I! And neither does the crowd!
Crowd begins a “LET’S GO Stryker!” chant.
DM: And now the ref is starting the count…
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SS: Both competitors are stirring here!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
DM: And Stryker and Triple M are up again! They both circle each other and here’s another grapple! Stryker goes for another DDT, but Triple M is quick to push Stryker away!
SS: And now Stryker goes for the Irish whip again… NO! Reversal by Triple M! Stryker bounces, Stryker jumps for the dropkick but Triple M catches him mid-air with a scoop slam!
DM: Stryker is now rolling in pain! Triple M is signaling to end this!
SS: He's in the zone! Come on, Trips! You can do it!
DM: Triple M picks Stryker up and leaves him standing on his feet! Triple M runs towards him... RESURRECTION!
SS: NO! Stryker ducked! Triple M turns around, only for Stryker to kick him in the gut and hooks him up... STRYKE OUT! Stryker with the Snap double underhook DDT to Triple M!
DM: He is out like a light! Stryker now going to the apron and up to the top rope! He looks down and leaps off... AIR STRYKE! Brian Stryker just nailed Triple M with that High Angle Shooting Star Press!
SS: DAMMIT! I had money on Triple M winning!
DM: Gee, no wonder why he's down and out! You bet money on him, you idiot!
SS: SHUT UP!
DM: Fuck you, Taint! Stryker now with the cover! This one is over!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
The camera turns back to Stryker who is busy digging a finger up his nose.
Stryker: You ever get that one booger that just doesn't want to come out?
He looks up, finger still knuckle deep, and sees the camera is back on. He quickly retracts his fingers and starts speaking in his fake accent again.
Stryker: A rousing bout, if I do say so myself. Almost as good as going on the hunt. We continue our story with another look back at Triple M's life. We join the teenage boy in high school. Where the students continue to taunt him. In gym he's chosen last for dodge after the fat kid, the one with asthma, and the kid missing his arms. The band geeks and mathletes shove M in to lockers and steal his lunch money. He was so bad in school he fail lunch. When prom came around, his own mother rejected his offer to take her to the dance.
B-Soup: AHA! I've destroyed your general A-Con!
A-Con: No fair! The rules clearly state when a bomb is activated it's discarded!
B-Soup: Nuh uh! It stays out as long as it wants until a miner gets it!
A-Con: You're a cheater! I don't want to play anymore!
Stryker: GUYS! I'm doing a show here! CLAM UP! We now move forward in time for the present Triple M. To an event called Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre. Where once Triple M battles Mya and once again, Brian Stryker for the number one contender for the Broadcast title.
Triple M lifts Mya to her feet and slams her to the mat before climbing to the top ropes himself. Triple M goes for a Frog Splash... but Mya rolls out of the way and Triple M hits nothing but the mat. Mya gets to her feet, whips herself off the ropes... and hits Triple M with the Shining Wizard. Before Mya could go for the pin, Stryker gets back to his feet, kicks Mya in the gut and goes for it...
DM: STRYKE OUT! Stryker hits the Stryke Out for the second time in this match!
SS: NO! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!
DM: You think he's done here? He's not! He goes to the top rope and flies off... AIR STRYKE! AIR STRYKE TO TRIPLE M! And here's the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall and will go on to face either Smith Jones or Jay Thunder in two weeks for the PCW Broadcast Championship... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
Stryker: We'll be right back after this commercial break.
AD guy: I'm George Bush and I approve this message....Tacos rule!
The camera comes back to Brian, who's looking over at A-Con and B-Soup playing Candy Land.
A-Con: Ha in your Molasses swamp! Sweet victory is mine!
B-Soup: This is bullcrap! How did you get out of the candy kane jungle so fast?
A-Con: I'm just that damn good!
Stryker: Welcome back to our program. We have had a fun time delving into the past of Triple M. But know let's get a look at how his fellow co-workers feel about the man.
The camera cuts to a shot of every member of the PCW roster staring straight at the camera.
Everyone: We hate him!
The camera cuts back to Brian.
Stryker: Tough crowd. Finally we delve one more time into the past for the last time. We bring you to the March 16th episode of Rapture, which features the end of Triple M.
Triple M gets up and starts bitching and complaining. He turns around... and Jay Thunder whacks him in the face with the barbed wire bat. Blood starts pouring from Triple M's head and a smirk comes across Jay's face. He continues to drive the bat directly into the open wound of Triple M. Blood is smearing everywhere and the crowd in Orlando is loving it. Jay drops the bat and now grabs a steel chair. He smacks it on the ground as he awaits for Triple M to come back to a vertical base. Triple M gets up and Jay swings the chair towards him... THWACK! Right to the skull and down goes Triple M.
SS: WOO HOO! VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER!
DM: This is carnage! The kid is getting destroyed in there!
Triple M is screaming in pain and Jay laughs rather sinister like before bashing the guy some more with the chair. Over and over until the thing is literally bent in half. He nods to Kai, who sets up the table. Jay gets Triple M up to his feet and Triple M doesn't know where the hell he is. Kai kicks him in the gut... and hits Triple M with the Kai Bomb through the table. Immediately, Jay picks Triple M up... and hits him with a Front-Flip Piledriver and combined, they call that Internal Bleeding and Triple M is out like a light.
DM: This is just brutal! I'm not sure Triple M can even fight back here!
SS: Would he have been able to do so under normal circumstances?
DM: You have a point!
Triple M can't even stand but Kai gets him back up and places him in position... and DRILLS him with the Kai Bomb. But the carnage doesn't stop as Jay Thunder picks him back up and places Triple M on his shoulders. He smirks violently... before driving Triple M to the mat with a hellacious Thunder Driver. After Jay and Kai have done their damage to Triple M. Brian Stryker goes to the top rope. He looks down at Triple M before diving off...
DM: AIR STRYKE! Stryker with the High Angled Shooting Star Press to Triple M!
SS: I don't like the Philadelphia moron, but I'll take him over Triple M any day of the week!
DM: And Stryker, Jay and Kai each place their foot on top of Triple M as our GM counts the fall!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
James Baker: Your winners of this Asshole Elimination Death Match... BRIAN STRYKER AND WRETCHED AND DIVINE!!!
"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed hits, but they're not done with Triple M as Jay and Kai pick him up and they roll out of the ring with him in tow and Stryker and James follow suit. They take him to the top of the ramp and continue to beat the living hell out of Triple M. Stryker joins in and it's a three on one attack to him while James Baker smirks. He gets on the mic as the three continue to beat down Triple M.
James Baker: You see this. I am a man who is giving to people and I am a fair individual. My generocity can be a bit of bad judgement at times... but we're all human at the end of the day. With that said. Guys. It's time to officially pull the plug on Triple M. And Triple M... YOU'RE FIRED!!! Destroy this mother fucker, guys.
Jay, Kai and Stryker each take turns beating up Triple M some more. Jay gets Triple M up... and hits him with the T-D-T! Stryker now gets Triple M up... and plants him down with Stryke Out on the ramp. Triple M is convulsing on the mat. But that's not enough as Kai now is the one to get Triple M up and places him in position. He launches him up high in the air and walks to a near dangerous area. The normally stoic, emotionless Kai now has a small smile on his face as he delivers a Kai Bomb and Triple M is sent flying into the pyro technics, shocking the living hell out of him.
DM: GOOD GOD! TRIPLE M HAS BEEN SENT THROUGH THE PYRO! MY GOD!
Stryker: Well just like herpes, we thought we got rid of the man. But he has returned, under a new allias. He has called out Brian Stryker once again. Will he finally claim a victory of the man who has beaten him senseless? Or is he just jerking off? Well either way, that concludes this episode of Masterpiece Theatre. I am Brighton Pedalwink the IV Esquire and I bid you all a good day and good bless the Queen.
He takes a large sip from his brandy as the camera turns off.
Stryker: Oh fuck me on a Sunday. That is hard keeping that accent up. Well this is it. The match that one of us has been looking forward too. I for one am not that one. To me this match is nothing but a tedious inconvenience. Like a mosquito bite or stepping in dog shit. It's something we all have to deal with but we want to avoid it at all costs. See "Lone Ranger", that's how we view you here in PCW. An inconvenience. No one wants to compete against you cause you'll like not even show up for it. Why should we bother spending the time and effort getting into a wrestling gear to beat down someone who has no chance of winning against anyone. The fact that my fat agent B-Soup, who can't even beat a wet paper bag, can smack you around says alot about you as a wrestler.
I don't hate you though Ranger. I nothing you. You are so pathetic that you are off my radar of hate. I couldn't care less about you, your "goals" to call out the two best wrestlers in PCW, or your moronic idea of calling me out. In fact, I wouldn't even notice if you just vanished off the face of the earth never to be seen or heard from again. You're nothing more then a pimple on the ass of this planet. A pimple that continues to annoy me and disrespect me by keep popping up and thinking he can beat me.
At lot has happen since you were last seen. I've became a champion, something you'll never do. I became part of a movement that you'll never understand. I became a more dangerous competitor then what you have seen before. The Stryker you faced before Battle Finale 3 is no more. This Brian Stryker is a god now. A god of war and destruction. I leave carnage in my path. Ask our shit GM Morgan Simmons what I have done to her. If she's not still cleaning shit and piss out of her hair.
Cause in the end, nothing is new from you. You are the same moron who thinks just cause he called out a champion he's entitled to go for it. It doesn't and will never work that way. People like you make me sick. You bitch and moan about getting chances and then no shows those chances. You did it before with the number one contenders match and you did it with all the other matches. The odds of you no showing this week are pretty fucking high. How high? I have a better chance of banging Emma Watson and Jennette McCurdy at once, win the lottery mid fuck, then win the nobel peace price for bringing a cease fire to Israel and Pakistan.
In the end, nothing new will happen this Rapture between us. You come out, I come out, I kick your ass, I pin you 1, 2, 3. I get another victory over you, I move on with my life, you go back to complaining and no showing. It's as routine as you can get. This victory isn't gonna get me noticed. It's not gonna bet me title shots. It's not even gonna jump me up the rankings. It's just taking out some unneeded garbage. So say whatever you want Triple M/Lone Ranger. It's time to once again face your execution. Let's just hope that this time, you stay dead.
Seated to the right of Brian, is the beautiful redhead Rachael Rellington. Going along with apparent theme, she is dressed to the nines in an old time dressing gown complete with corset and everything. She is busy needle pointing a nice sign to hang on the wall. Located to his left, Brian is also joined by the dashing duo A-Con and B-Soup. The two agents donning black suits with coat tails, white gloves, a matching top hat, and a monocle. The two are seated across from each other enjoying a rousing game of Stratego.
Brian turns his page and looks up and notices the camera. He takes a large sip from his brandy and smiles at the camera and begins speaking in a fake English accent.
Stryker: Greetings, didn't hear you come in. Welcome to Masterbate...I mean Masterpiece Theatre. I am your host Brighton Pedelwink the IV....esquire. Today you will be told of tales that will shock and horrify you. My lawyers want me to warn those of weak constitutions, are pregnant, or have a family history of stress induced hysteria to not view the following program. Today we view.........Soup....
B-Soup: What?
Stryker: Get the title card!
B-Soup: Oh yeah....
B-Soup gets up and grabs a large cuecard.
Stryker: We view......TRIPLE M's PCW CAREER!
B-Soup then holds the cuecard in front of the camera and goes "Dun dun duuuuuuuuunn".
Stryker: Yes we look back at the horrors that unfolded in every match that Triple M has ever competed in. But first we start from the beginning. Triple M was born so many years ago in a log cabin in the woods. This was because no hospital would take the mother of the future scum. When Triple M was born, the doctor didn't know which end to slap, or whether he should slap the mother for birthing such an ugly baby, or the father for fucking her.
As a young tike, Triple M enjoyed the little things in life. Cause when your born with such a tiny piece, you learn to appreciate them. When Triple M entered primary school, he was often viciously bullied by everyone. And I don't mean just the students. He was bullied by students, teachers, principals, janitors, lunch ladies, police men, fire men, the coast guard, doctors, nurses, Vietnam war vets, and even several small woodland animals. He was such a loser, his imaginary friends would play with the kid across the street instead.
Which brings us to the present times. Triple M debuted in PCW winning his first match in a dark squash match. The next week he would compete in his first televised match against the talented and oh so rugged and handsome, Brian Stryker. Let's take you back to the September 1st edition of Rapture.
SS: Now Triple M signals for the end, he picks up Stryker in a fireman's carry, and is going for it...
DM: NO! Stryker makes his escape and kicks Triple M in the face! Triple M turns around and Stryker hits a dropkick on his back! Triple M now drops to his knees grabbing his hurt back!
SS: And Stryker sees an opening! Another dropkick to Triple M's back! And another cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Another kickout for Triple M!
SS: I can’t believe Stryker has survived that long!
DM: Neither do I! And neither does the crowd!
Crowd begins a “LET’S GO Stryker!” chant.
DM: And now the ref is starting the count…
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SS: Both competitors are stirring here!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
DM: And Stryker and Triple M are up again! They both circle each other and here’s another grapple! Stryker goes for another DDT, but Triple M is quick to push Stryker away!
SS: And now Stryker goes for the Irish whip again… NO! Reversal by Triple M! Stryker bounces, Stryker jumps for the dropkick but Triple M catches him mid-air with a scoop slam!
DM: Stryker is now rolling in pain! Triple M is signaling to end this!
SS: He's in the zone! Come on, Trips! You can do it!
DM: Triple M picks Stryker up and leaves him standing on his feet! Triple M runs towards him... RESURRECTION!
SS: NO! Stryker ducked! Triple M turns around, only for Stryker to kick him in the gut and hooks him up... STRYKE OUT! Stryker with the Snap double underhook DDT to Triple M!
DM: He is out like a light! Stryker now going to the apron and up to the top rope! He looks down and leaps off... AIR STRYKE! Brian Stryker just nailed Triple M with that High Angle Shooting Star Press!
SS: DAMMIT! I had money on Triple M winning!
DM: Gee, no wonder why he's down and out! You bet money on him, you idiot!
SS: SHUT UP!
DM: Fuck you, Taint! Stryker now with the cover! This one is over!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
The camera turns back to Stryker who is busy digging a finger up his nose.
Stryker: You ever get that one booger that just doesn't want to come out?
He looks up, finger still knuckle deep, and sees the camera is back on. He quickly retracts his fingers and starts speaking in his fake accent again.
Stryker: A rousing bout, if I do say so myself. Almost as good as going on the hunt. We continue our story with another look back at Triple M's life. We join the teenage boy in high school. Where the students continue to taunt him. In gym he's chosen last for dodge after the fat kid, the one with asthma, and the kid missing his arms. The band geeks and mathletes shove M in to lockers and steal his lunch money. He was so bad in school he fail lunch. When prom came around, his own mother rejected his offer to take her to the dance.
B-Soup: AHA! I've destroyed your general A-Con!
A-Con: No fair! The rules clearly state when a bomb is activated it's discarded!
B-Soup: Nuh uh! It stays out as long as it wants until a miner gets it!
A-Con: You're a cheater! I don't want to play anymore!
Stryker: GUYS! I'm doing a show here! CLAM UP! We now move forward in time for the present Triple M. To an event called Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre. Where once Triple M battles Mya and once again, Brian Stryker for the number one contender for the Broadcast title.
Triple M lifts Mya to her feet and slams her to the mat before climbing to the top ropes himself. Triple M goes for a Frog Splash... but Mya rolls out of the way and Triple M hits nothing but the mat. Mya gets to her feet, whips herself off the ropes... and hits Triple M with the Shining Wizard. Before Mya could go for the pin, Stryker gets back to his feet, kicks Mya in the gut and goes for it...
DM: STRYKE OUT! Stryker hits the Stryke Out for the second time in this match!
SS: NO! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!
DM: You think he's done here? He's not! He goes to the top rope and flies off... AIR STRYKE! AIR STRYKE TO TRIPLE M! And here's the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall and will go on to face either Smith Jones or Jay Thunder in two weeks for the PCW Broadcast Championship... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
Stryker: We'll be right back after this commercial break.
AD guy: I'm George Bush and I approve this message....Tacos rule!
The camera comes back to Brian, who's looking over at A-Con and B-Soup playing Candy Land.
A-Con: Ha in your Molasses swamp! Sweet victory is mine!
B-Soup: This is bullcrap! How did you get out of the candy kane jungle so fast?
A-Con: I'm just that damn good!
Stryker: Welcome back to our program. We have had a fun time delving into the past of Triple M. But know let's get a look at how his fellow co-workers feel about the man.
The camera cuts to a shot of every member of the PCW roster staring straight at the camera.
Everyone: We hate him!
The camera cuts back to Brian.
Stryker: Tough crowd. Finally we delve one more time into the past for the last time. We bring you to the March 16th episode of Rapture, which features the end of Triple M.
Triple M gets up and starts bitching and complaining. He turns around... and Jay Thunder whacks him in the face with the barbed wire bat. Blood starts pouring from Triple M's head and a smirk comes across Jay's face. He continues to drive the bat directly into the open wound of Triple M. Blood is smearing everywhere and the crowd in Orlando is loving it. Jay drops the bat and now grabs a steel chair. He smacks it on the ground as he awaits for Triple M to come back to a vertical base. Triple M gets up and Jay swings the chair towards him... THWACK! Right to the skull and down goes Triple M.
SS: WOO HOO! VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER!
DM: This is carnage! The kid is getting destroyed in there!
Triple M is screaming in pain and Jay laughs rather sinister like before bashing the guy some more with the chair. Over and over until the thing is literally bent in half. He nods to Kai, who sets up the table. Jay gets Triple M up to his feet and Triple M doesn't know where the hell he is. Kai kicks him in the gut... and hits Triple M with the Kai Bomb through the table. Immediately, Jay picks Triple M up... and hits him with a Front-Flip Piledriver and combined, they call that Internal Bleeding and Triple M is out like a light.
DM: This is just brutal! I'm not sure Triple M can even fight back here!
SS: Would he have been able to do so under normal circumstances?
DM: You have a point!
Triple M can't even stand but Kai gets him back up and places him in position... and DRILLS him with the Kai Bomb. But the carnage doesn't stop as Jay Thunder picks him back up and places Triple M on his shoulders. He smirks violently... before driving Triple M to the mat with a hellacious Thunder Driver. After Jay and Kai have done their damage to Triple M. Brian Stryker goes to the top rope. He looks down at Triple M before diving off...
DM: AIR STRYKE! Stryker with the High Angled Shooting Star Press to Triple M!
SS: I don't like the Philadelphia moron, but I'll take him over Triple M any day of the week!
DM: And Stryker, Jay and Kai each place their foot on top of Triple M as our GM counts the fall!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
James Baker: Your winners of this Asshole Elimination Death Match... BRIAN STRYKER AND WRETCHED AND DIVINE!!!
"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed hits, but they're not done with Triple M as Jay and Kai pick him up and they roll out of the ring with him in tow and Stryker and James follow suit. They take him to the top of the ramp and continue to beat the living hell out of Triple M. Stryker joins in and it's a three on one attack to him while James Baker smirks. He gets on the mic as the three continue to beat down Triple M.
James Baker: You see this. I am a man who is giving to people and I am a fair individual. My generocity can be a bit of bad judgement at times... but we're all human at the end of the day. With that said. Guys. It's time to officially pull the plug on Triple M. And Triple M... YOU'RE FIRED!!! Destroy this mother fucker, guys.
Jay, Kai and Stryker each take turns beating up Triple M some more. Jay gets Triple M up... and hits him with the T-D-T! Stryker now gets Triple M up... and plants him down with Stryke Out on the ramp. Triple M is convulsing on the mat. But that's not enough as Kai now is the one to get Triple M up and places him in position. He launches him up high in the air and walks to a near dangerous area. The normally stoic, emotionless Kai now has a small smile on his face as he delivers a Kai Bomb and Triple M is sent flying into the pyro technics, shocking the living hell out of him.
DM: GOOD GOD! TRIPLE M HAS BEEN SENT THROUGH THE PYRO! MY GOD!
Stryker: Well just like herpes, we thought we got rid of the man. But he has returned, under a new allias. He has called out Brian Stryker once again. Will he finally claim a victory of the man who has beaten him senseless? Or is he just jerking off? Well either way, that concludes this episode of Masterpiece Theatre. I am Brighton Pedalwink the IV Esquire and I bid you all a good day and good bless the Queen.
He takes a large sip from his brandy as the camera turns off.
Stryker: Oh fuck me on a Sunday. That is hard keeping that accent up. Well this is it. The match that one of us has been looking forward too. I for one am not that one. To me this match is nothing but a tedious inconvenience. Like a mosquito bite or stepping in dog shit. It's something we all have to deal with but we want to avoid it at all costs. See "Lone Ranger", that's how we view you here in PCW. An inconvenience. No one wants to compete against you cause you'll like not even show up for it. Why should we bother spending the time and effort getting into a wrestling gear to beat down someone who has no chance of winning against anyone. The fact that my fat agent B-Soup, who can't even beat a wet paper bag, can smack you around says alot about you as a wrestler.
I don't hate you though Ranger. I nothing you. You are so pathetic that you are off my radar of hate. I couldn't care less about you, your "goals" to call out the two best wrestlers in PCW, or your moronic idea of calling me out. In fact, I wouldn't even notice if you just vanished off the face of the earth never to be seen or heard from again. You're nothing more then a pimple on the ass of this planet. A pimple that continues to annoy me and disrespect me by keep popping up and thinking he can beat me.
At lot has happen since you were last seen. I've became a champion, something you'll never do. I became part of a movement that you'll never understand. I became a more dangerous competitor then what you have seen before. The Stryker you faced before Battle Finale 3 is no more. This Brian Stryker is a god now. A god of war and destruction. I leave carnage in my path. Ask our shit GM Morgan Simmons what I have done to her. If she's not still cleaning shit and piss out of her hair.
Cause in the end, nothing is new from you. You are the same moron who thinks just cause he called out a champion he's entitled to go for it. It doesn't and will never work that way. People like you make me sick. You bitch and moan about getting chances and then no shows those chances. You did it before with the number one contenders match and you did it with all the other matches. The odds of you no showing this week are pretty fucking high. How high? I have a better chance of banging Emma Watson and Jennette McCurdy at once, win the lottery mid fuck, then win the nobel peace price for bringing a cease fire to Israel and Pakistan.
In the end, nothing new will happen this Rapture between us. You come out, I come out, I kick your ass, I pin you 1, 2, 3. I get another victory over you, I move on with my life, you go back to complaining and no showing. It's as routine as you can get. This victory isn't gonna get me noticed. It's not gonna bet me title shots. It's not even gonna jump me up the rankings. It's just taking out some unneeded garbage. So say whatever you want Triple M/Lone Ranger. It's time to once again face your execution. Let's just hope that this time, you stay dead.