Post by stryker on Jul 29, 2013 23:34:35 GMT -5
At first there was darkness. Not just your average run of the mill, hey someone turned off the lights when I was on the toilet darkness. No this was darker then that. This was a darkness that was said to be seen at the end of ones life. The eternal darkness that haunts the after life. So it was no wonder that Brian Stryker was wondering what was going on and if this was the end of the road. But that wasn't the case. Just as the panic of his death filled his mind, a bright light washed it away. The blinding light peered through the dark as Brian felt his eyes opening up.
His eyes took a few moments to adjust. After what felt like forever, Brian's eyes adjusted and he finally got to see where he was. However he wished he didn't. He wasn't in his room at all. He wasn't sure if he was even on Planet Earth. This world felt like something out of a Lewis Carroll novel mixed with a Dr. Seuss nightmare. A very Alice in Wonderland/Through The Looking Glass type of world. The entire idea of this world was a headache. The sky was a bright green with a purple sun. The grass was blue. Everything about it was just 100% pure FDA approved weird. Brian got to his feet and dusted himself off. Wearing his everyday street clothes, he looked around searching for any signs of light.
Voice: So we meet again Mr. Stryker.
Brian looked around confused at where the voice was coming from. It was a familiar voice but one that was difficult to put a finger on.
Voice: Down here you moron.
Stryker looked down to see a turtle standing at his feet, staring at him. It was the same turtle that annoyed Brian when he was hypnotized by B-Soup before his Battle Finale 3 match. Milton J. Buttermelt the Third ESQ.
Stryker: Are you serious? You again?
Milton: So we meet again Young Stryker. Welcome back to the folds of your own mind.
Stryker: What are you doing here again? I thought I was rid of you. The last time I saw you, you were dropping me in holes.
Milton: Why won't you accept that you did that?
Stryker: Cause blaming the talking turtle that is apparently a lawyer is easier. Now where the hell am I? Wonderland?
Milton: Close. Consider this you through the looking glass moment. A journey into the deepest part of your minds where the wonders are amazing and horrifying at the same time!
Stryker: Ugh fine. Let's go another journey. But I swear if I see a Jabberwocky I am leaving.
Milton: How you gonna leave?
Stryker: This is all in my head isn't it? A dream world. I can just think up a door or something.
Milton: Not that easy but you can try. So move. I don't want to be stuck here when you decide to set some dinosaur or something.
Stryker: Still the wise cracking soup ingredient.
Milton: Alwas. No pick me up. We need to get going.
Stryker: I thought you could fly.
Milton: I...um....lost my ability to fly....
Stryker: They have pills for that you know.
Milton: Shut up. I'll have you know it was a bird who got sucked into my engine.
Stryker: A hummingbird?
Milton: Again shut up and pick me up!
Stryker shrugged and picked up his turtle friend. He started to walk, heading deep into the jungle of twisted trees. The creatures of this world were strange to say the least. The birds had four wings each and there we're creatures similar to animals back in reality but these were all bipeds. Nothing stranger then seeing a blue and purple Zebra with two legs. It was a wondrous sight for Brian but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything.
Stryker: A journey is never about the destination. It's all about how you get there. And let me tell you something. This journey is looking to be a strange one. I've seen my mind do some weird things before when I dream, but this takes the cake. I've seen dreams about giant cinnabuns chasing me down my old school hallways. Even had one about wrestling in my underwear.....Anyways I wonder how my mind will toy with me now.
But of course this isn't the first time I was confused about my dreams. I mean there was the time I was forced to watch my fears and insecurities fight to death in an abandoned farm. That was a horrifying sight to see. My fears and insecurities taking on physical forms. At least my fears weren't anything like spiders or clowns, or else I'd be fucked. Then there's the time B-Soup put me under again and I first met Milton here as he helped me over come the bumps in my road to Battle Finale 3 and helped me become the Broadcast Champion.
I look back at them and see how much I'v grown since then. From the first trip into my mind, I've grown alot in the ring. I've become a more serious competitor and really upped my in ring abilities. Since the second trip, my mind has become more powerful then I ever hoped to imagine. The psychological aspect of wrestling was so new to me, it has taken me a while to get back on track to where I can be at 100% of my true potential. You see, "The God of War" isn't just a nickname for me. It's my whole being. I'm a mortal man who loves to fight and create chaos. My smile and happy disposition may cause you to think I am not a threat but that's a mistake many opponents have made in the past and they paid dearly. I should thank Smith Jones for unleashing the metamorphosis that created the man that stands before you.
I may joke around alot but that never changes the fact that when the bell rings, this mind, goes into overdrive. I start plotting my next attack thoroughly. Like a general on the battle field, I can turn the tide of a match by one simple move. I have done it thousands of times before and will continue to. I have taken down men twice my size. I have beaten champions. I have beaten two hall of famers in PCW. I am taken on the "leader" of PCW herself and not backing down from a fight ever. My goals are simple. Fight the establishment outside the ring. And destroy any opponent who opposes me inside the ring. It's a simple formula really.
Alex Schafer, another newbie who calls me out on twitter for no reason, looking to get a jump start on his PCW Career by beating on the better guys. The Lone Ranger did last time and we all saw how that ended. I'm done being the springboard for people. They seem to think they can just walk in a demand respect. The classic saying is respect is earned not demeaned. No one gave me an ounce of respect when I first came in PCW almost one year ago. But I earned it by beaten people and stealing shows. I'm a show stealer plain and simple. I amaze the crowd every damn night. And I'll do it August 3rd as well as beyond.
You see, there's more then meets the eye. I'm not just a high flyer. I am trained in Lucha Libre, Hardcore Death matches, Japanese shoot fighting. I am also a black belt in Muy Thai kick boxing and a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu Jistu trained by one of the legendary Gracie family. And those are just my wrestling credentials. I know a thousands ways to make a person tap out. I know 10 different pressure points on a human body that can render an opponent unconscious. I know 2 pressure points that can kill. The short form of this? I know how to hurt you in ways you could never imagine.
So prepare yourself Rookie. You can tweet #PestControl all you want but remember you're not fighting a hamster in the ring. You're fighting an immortal killing machine that can never be stopped. A wrestling machine that will break all 206 bones in your body and smile while doing it. I will become the monster in your closet. The evil under your bed. The sick and twisted visions that haunt your dreams every night. The beast that causes you so much dread and pain that you fear leaving your house ever again for I will be there to once again break you. So say your prayers Schafer. The boogeyman may not be real, but I am and I am coming for you. Armageddon happens on August 3rd.
Just then a loud bang and roar rang out behind Brian. He turned around to see a grotesque monster with wings, long sharp talons, and a long tail. He looked at Brian and Milton and roared again.
Milton: JABBERWOCKY! RUN
The screen suddenly goes black as the beast's roar is heard again.
TO BE CONTINUED!
His eyes took a few moments to adjust. After what felt like forever, Brian's eyes adjusted and he finally got to see where he was. However he wished he didn't. He wasn't in his room at all. He wasn't sure if he was even on Planet Earth. This world felt like something out of a Lewis Carroll novel mixed with a Dr. Seuss nightmare. A very Alice in Wonderland/Through The Looking Glass type of world. The entire idea of this world was a headache. The sky was a bright green with a purple sun. The grass was blue. Everything about it was just 100% pure FDA approved weird. Brian got to his feet and dusted himself off. Wearing his everyday street clothes, he looked around searching for any signs of light.
Voice: So we meet again Mr. Stryker.
Brian looked around confused at where the voice was coming from. It was a familiar voice but one that was difficult to put a finger on.
Voice: Down here you moron.
Stryker looked down to see a turtle standing at his feet, staring at him. It was the same turtle that annoyed Brian when he was hypnotized by B-Soup before his Battle Finale 3 match. Milton J. Buttermelt the Third ESQ.
Stryker: Are you serious? You again?
Milton: So we meet again Young Stryker. Welcome back to the folds of your own mind.
Stryker: What are you doing here again? I thought I was rid of you. The last time I saw you, you were dropping me in holes.
Milton: Why won't you accept that you did that?
Stryker: Cause blaming the talking turtle that is apparently a lawyer is easier. Now where the hell am I? Wonderland?
Milton: Close. Consider this you through the looking glass moment. A journey into the deepest part of your minds where the wonders are amazing and horrifying at the same time!
Stryker: Ugh fine. Let's go another journey. But I swear if I see a Jabberwocky I am leaving.
Milton: How you gonna leave?
Stryker: This is all in my head isn't it? A dream world. I can just think up a door or something.
Milton: Not that easy but you can try. So move. I don't want to be stuck here when you decide to set some dinosaur or something.
Stryker: Still the wise cracking soup ingredient.
Milton: Alwas. No pick me up. We need to get going.
Stryker: I thought you could fly.
Milton: I...um....lost my ability to fly....
Stryker: They have pills for that you know.
Milton: Shut up. I'll have you know it was a bird who got sucked into my engine.
Stryker: A hummingbird?
Milton: Again shut up and pick me up!
Stryker shrugged and picked up his turtle friend. He started to walk, heading deep into the jungle of twisted trees. The creatures of this world were strange to say the least. The birds had four wings each and there we're creatures similar to animals back in reality but these were all bipeds. Nothing stranger then seeing a blue and purple Zebra with two legs. It was a wondrous sight for Brian but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything.
Stryker: A journey is never about the destination. It's all about how you get there. And let me tell you something. This journey is looking to be a strange one. I've seen my mind do some weird things before when I dream, but this takes the cake. I've seen dreams about giant cinnabuns chasing me down my old school hallways. Even had one about wrestling in my underwear.....Anyways I wonder how my mind will toy with me now.
But of course this isn't the first time I was confused about my dreams. I mean there was the time I was forced to watch my fears and insecurities fight to death in an abandoned farm. That was a horrifying sight to see. My fears and insecurities taking on physical forms. At least my fears weren't anything like spiders or clowns, or else I'd be fucked. Then there's the time B-Soup put me under again and I first met Milton here as he helped me over come the bumps in my road to Battle Finale 3 and helped me become the Broadcast Champion.
I look back at them and see how much I'v grown since then. From the first trip into my mind, I've grown alot in the ring. I've become a more serious competitor and really upped my in ring abilities. Since the second trip, my mind has become more powerful then I ever hoped to imagine. The psychological aspect of wrestling was so new to me, it has taken me a while to get back on track to where I can be at 100% of my true potential. You see, "The God of War" isn't just a nickname for me. It's my whole being. I'm a mortal man who loves to fight and create chaos. My smile and happy disposition may cause you to think I am not a threat but that's a mistake many opponents have made in the past and they paid dearly. I should thank Smith Jones for unleashing the metamorphosis that created the man that stands before you.
I may joke around alot but that never changes the fact that when the bell rings, this mind, goes into overdrive. I start plotting my next attack thoroughly. Like a general on the battle field, I can turn the tide of a match by one simple move. I have done it thousands of times before and will continue to. I have taken down men twice my size. I have beaten champions. I have beaten two hall of famers in PCW. I am taken on the "leader" of PCW herself and not backing down from a fight ever. My goals are simple. Fight the establishment outside the ring. And destroy any opponent who opposes me inside the ring. It's a simple formula really.
Alex Schafer, another newbie who calls me out on twitter for no reason, looking to get a jump start on his PCW Career by beating on the better guys. The Lone Ranger did last time and we all saw how that ended. I'm done being the springboard for people. They seem to think they can just walk in a demand respect. The classic saying is respect is earned not demeaned. No one gave me an ounce of respect when I first came in PCW almost one year ago. But I earned it by beaten people and stealing shows. I'm a show stealer plain and simple. I amaze the crowd every damn night. And I'll do it August 3rd as well as beyond.
You see, there's more then meets the eye. I'm not just a high flyer. I am trained in Lucha Libre, Hardcore Death matches, Japanese shoot fighting. I am also a black belt in Muy Thai kick boxing and a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu Jistu trained by one of the legendary Gracie family. And those are just my wrestling credentials. I know a thousands ways to make a person tap out. I know 10 different pressure points on a human body that can render an opponent unconscious. I know 2 pressure points that can kill. The short form of this? I know how to hurt you in ways you could never imagine.
So prepare yourself Rookie. You can tweet #PestControl all you want but remember you're not fighting a hamster in the ring. You're fighting an immortal killing machine that can never be stopped. A wrestling machine that will break all 206 bones in your body and smile while doing it. I will become the monster in your closet. The evil under your bed. The sick and twisted visions that haunt your dreams every night. The beast that causes you so much dread and pain that you fear leaving your house ever again for I will be there to once again break you. So say your prayers Schafer. The boogeyman may not be real, but I am and I am coming for you. Armageddon happens on August 3rd.
Just then a loud bang and roar rang out behind Brian. He turned around to see a grotesque monster with wings, long sharp talons, and a long tail. He looked at Brian and Milton and roared again.
Milton: JABBERWOCKY! RUN
The screen suddenly goes black as the beast's roar is heard again.
TO BE CONTINUED!