Post by mstryker29 on Feb 4, 2006 18:37:11 GMT -5
Fade into the last VWA house show, which has been, like most house shows, completely mundane. Sure, you get to see your favorite VWa stars in action, but in the end, it doesn’t hold a candle to anything made for TV or pay per view.
No shocks.
No twists.
No Surprises.
No unannounced talent……well, not until Tonight that is.
“Devil’s Dance by Metallica rips up through the PA system, and the crowd ignites in an instant as Mike Stryker walks himself out from behind the curtain. Completely unannounced, completely unexpected.
Wearing just a black T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and boots, he’s not here for combat. He’s come out here tonight because…
Well, he’s Mike f.n Stryker and he felt like coming out. You spend a decade as the crown jewel of the business, you get to pop in whenever you damn well please.
Stryker marches out and makes a beeline for the ring, almost oblivious to the cheers from the crowd. As he rolls under the ropes and pops up, he raises his hands to another wave of cheers, and immediately heads to the other side of the ring, motioning to be handed a mic by the timekeeper. Mr. Timekeeper is only happy to oblige.
“I’ve sat for over a week in silence since Wrestlefest, but tonight, I was sitting in the back, and decided that, quite simply, I need to get something off of my chest.”
Stryker pauses as he searches for the right way to tell what needs telling.
“I’m gonna take you all on a little trip back down memory lane. All the way back to my last appearance in the Ultimate Battle Royal. All the way back to 1998. In the days before wrestlefest, I talked about how I considered that night the most painful night of my life. It was the only time in my career that I set out to accomplish something, performed at my absolute peak, lasted for over an hour, and in the end, had nothing to show for it.”
“I spent that night feeling about an inch tall. I wasn’t upset about how I performed, but I was frustrated because I’d let just one man stand between myself and my chance at destiny, after outlasting 38 others.”
“When I retired a few years ago, I thought back on my career, the high points, the low points, all that kind of stuff. I realized that Wrestlefest was the worst night of my career. While others pointed to it as the night where I proved I belonged among the elite of the business, I still felt empty. All that energy, and heart, and spirit, and effort….for nothing. It was the worst feeling I’d ever had in my life. And up until this year, up until I decided to come back, it remained that way. It had cemented itself as my low point. That was until this year…until….
Seth Xavier.”
The name garners a chorus of boos from the crowd.
“That’s right. Seth Xavier, you have taken the top spot in the list of my worst career moments. It’s because of YOU that I’m not standing here talking about how I’m headed to Super Slam. It’s because of YOU that I can’t fulfill my destiny. Even now, thinking about all the similarities from that wrestlefest and this….I came in early…I lasted over an hour….I eliminated everyone who got in my way….I showed the world once again who the king of the hill truly was…..and I didn’t win. It was a mirror image…..with one VERY BIG exception.
This time…I won.
Seth Xavier was done, out, eliminated like everyone else by the man who stands before you today. I took his ass and dumped him over the ropes, sent him home packing. But because the refs didn’t see it….he snuck back in. Next thing I know, I see him getting his hand raised in victory while I’m sitting outside the ring.
You STOLE my chance at Destiny. Seth Xavier, you snatched it right from thin air on me. I don’t know when, and I don’t know where, but son, I swear before everything holy that I will cross your path, and simply put…I will end you.”
The crowd lets out a cheer at the thought of Stryker taking on Xavier.
“However, before that happens, we have something right on the horizon…Shotglass Saturday Night. There’s two very important things coming up on that show. Number one, Stephen Lynch is going to make some kind of major announcement about what happened at Wrestlefest.”
Stephen Lynch’s name is met with more boos from the crowd.
“I’m gonna make this short and to the point. Stephen, There’s only one thing you can do. If you don’t go to that ring and tell the world that Mike Stryker is headed to Super Slam, if you don’t right the wrong that happened, I’m putting you on the list right after Xavier, and again, I swear to God you’re life will end.”
Another cheer from the crowd as Stryker pauses to let them die down before continuing.
“Number two on that list is a fellow by the name of….
Tha CBT.”
More boos from the crowd as Stryker names someone else they’re not too fond of.
“Son, I heard what you had to say, and honestly, it’s the same thing I keep hearing. How I haven’t EARNED anything. Well, since you didn’t get the memo, let me clue you in. I spent ten years in this industry as the friggin’ man. I’ve earned the right to say I’m on par with anyone and everyone that I see. I’ve forgotten more great matches I’ve had than you could dream of putting on your resume. If you thought of me as some kind of ally in the battle royal, if you were somehow upset when I didn’t help you, hey, that’s your problem. I guess the concept of every man for themselves confused you.
Whatever your issue is, you’ve just been tapped as the unluckiest man in the business. Because you’re the first man I get my hands on after being shafted at Wrestlefest. I’ve done nothing but seethe in the last week, waiting for a chance to get some action, to make a point with someone. Based on the bad luck of the draw, that someone happens to be you. Son, I’m coming to Shotglass to prove something. To show the world who the best wrestler in this company is. To prove to everyone that I should have won at Wrestlefest, that it shold be ME heading to Super Slam. CBT, you’re going to be made an example of, whether you like it or not. When all the dust settles, the smoke clears, and it’s only me standing in that ring over your beaten carcass, you’ll understand why they call me the best the world’s got. CBT, you’re time ends…this Saturday night."
Stryker throws down the mic as “Devil’s Dance” blares through the arena again. He gets up on a corner and throws his arms up, inciting another roar from the crowd, as the camera fades to black.
No shocks.
No twists.
No Surprises.
No unannounced talent……well, not until Tonight that is.
“Devil’s Dance by Metallica rips up through the PA system, and the crowd ignites in an instant as Mike Stryker walks himself out from behind the curtain. Completely unannounced, completely unexpected.
Wearing just a black T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and boots, he’s not here for combat. He’s come out here tonight because…
Well, he’s Mike f.n Stryker and he felt like coming out. You spend a decade as the crown jewel of the business, you get to pop in whenever you damn well please.
Stryker marches out and makes a beeline for the ring, almost oblivious to the cheers from the crowd. As he rolls under the ropes and pops up, he raises his hands to another wave of cheers, and immediately heads to the other side of the ring, motioning to be handed a mic by the timekeeper. Mr. Timekeeper is only happy to oblige.
“I’ve sat for over a week in silence since Wrestlefest, but tonight, I was sitting in the back, and decided that, quite simply, I need to get something off of my chest.”
Stryker pauses as he searches for the right way to tell what needs telling.
“I’m gonna take you all on a little trip back down memory lane. All the way back to my last appearance in the Ultimate Battle Royal. All the way back to 1998. In the days before wrestlefest, I talked about how I considered that night the most painful night of my life. It was the only time in my career that I set out to accomplish something, performed at my absolute peak, lasted for over an hour, and in the end, had nothing to show for it.”
“I spent that night feeling about an inch tall. I wasn’t upset about how I performed, but I was frustrated because I’d let just one man stand between myself and my chance at destiny, after outlasting 38 others.”
“When I retired a few years ago, I thought back on my career, the high points, the low points, all that kind of stuff. I realized that Wrestlefest was the worst night of my career. While others pointed to it as the night where I proved I belonged among the elite of the business, I still felt empty. All that energy, and heart, and spirit, and effort….for nothing. It was the worst feeling I’d ever had in my life. And up until this year, up until I decided to come back, it remained that way. It had cemented itself as my low point. That was until this year…until….
Seth Xavier.”
The name garners a chorus of boos from the crowd.
“That’s right. Seth Xavier, you have taken the top spot in the list of my worst career moments. It’s because of YOU that I’m not standing here talking about how I’m headed to Super Slam. It’s because of YOU that I can’t fulfill my destiny. Even now, thinking about all the similarities from that wrestlefest and this….I came in early…I lasted over an hour….I eliminated everyone who got in my way….I showed the world once again who the king of the hill truly was…..and I didn’t win. It was a mirror image…..with one VERY BIG exception.
This time…I won.
Seth Xavier was done, out, eliminated like everyone else by the man who stands before you today. I took his ass and dumped him over the ropes, sent him home packing. But because the refs didn’t see it….he snuck back in. Next thing I know, I see him getting his hand raised in victory while I’m sitting outside the ring.
You STOLE my chance at Destiny. Seth Xavier, you snatched it right from thin air on me. I don’t know when, and I don’t know where, but son, I swear before everything holy that I will cross your path, and simply put…I will end you.”
The crowd lets out a cheer at the thought of Stryker taking on Xavier.
“However, before that happens, we have something right on the horizon…Shotglass Saturday Night. There’s two very important things coming up on that show. Number one, Stephen Lynch is going to make some kind of major announcement about what happened at Wrestlefest.”
Stephen Lynch’s name is met with more boos from the crowd.
“I’m gonna make this short and to the point. Stephen, There’s only one thing you can do. If you don’t go to that ring and tell the world that Mike Stryker is headed to Super Slam, if you don’t right the wrong that happened, I’m putting you on the list right after Xavier, and again, I swear to God you’re life will end.”
Another cheer from the crowd as Stryker pauses to let them die down before continuing.
“Number two on that list is a fellow by the name of….
Tha CBT.”
More boos from the crowd as Stryker names someone else they’re not too fond of.
“Son, I heard what you had to say, and honestly, it’s the same thing I keep hearing. How I haven’t EARNED anything. Well, since you didn’t get the memo, let me clue you in. I spent ten years in this industry as the friggin’ man. I’ve earned the right to say I’m on par with anyone and everyone that I see. I’ve forgotten more great matches I’ve had than you could dream of putting on your resume. If you thought of me as some kind of ally in the battle royal, if you were somehow upset when I didn’t help you, hey, that’s your problem. I guess the concept of every man for themselves confused you.
Whatever your issue is, you’ve just been tapped as the unluckiest man in the business. Because you’re the first man I get my hands on after being shafted at Wrestlefest. I’ve done nothing but seethe in the last week, waiting for a chance to get some action, to make a point with someone. Based on the bad luck of the draw, that someone happens to be you. Son, I’m coming to Shotglass to prove something. To show the world who the best wrestler in this company is. To prove to everyone that I should have won at Wrestlefest, that it shold be ME heading to Super Slam. CBT, you’re going to be made an example of, whether you like it or not. When all the dust settles, the smoke clears, and it’s only me standing in that ring over your beaten carcass, you’ll understand why they call me the best the world’s got. CBT, you’re time ends…this Saturday night."
Stryker throws down the mic as “Devil’s Dance” blares through the arena again. He gets up on a corner and throws his arms up, inciting another roar from the crowd, as the camera fades to black.
