Schmeid vs Adam Stryker

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#1 Contender's Match
Schmeid vs Adam Stryker

Deadline: 4-29-14 at Midnight CST

[schmied]

The smoke cleared and the blaze of victory singed the night sky. Fire blazed high as we walked on past the carnage that ensued. The odds stacked against us, we celebrated our amazing victory. No one could have believed we took out a 20 man team with only two people not armed with guns. The plan went flawless, just like the masked man Valencio said. He called it right down the middle: he knew our advantage lay with the mountains. He knew my comrades would fall for me capturing him. He predicted how easily the blade would get them all. And he knew with my brute strength we'd out match them. Valencio proved his battle prowess tonight. He'd obviously gone up against the odds before somewhere. But something about him still struck me as he came across as a trust worthy man. We trailed down the mountains, in the sheer cold of night. As we trenched and sunk with each snow covered step as the winds blew; we huddled together to make it down the slope free from oppression and the battle. Grant it, we stumbled down the mountain; our legs killed us from all the tough battling. And worse, our heads slowly gushing blood. The ice kept coagulating our blood, our luck. As we walked down the mountain, Valencio fell into the snow for a moment, tired and injured. I immediately reached down and propped him up as he wouldn't have to walk much. He'd taken a bullet to the leg.

"I'll carry you, no worries. You set me free tonight, so it's the least I could do for you. I just cannot believe these racist bastards amped me up on so much drugs that I've forgotten who I am," I said warmly. I never exhibited emotions, but tonight, I felt...a warm tingly feeling. Maybe my heart grew three sizes too big. How pathetically weak of me. Valencio coughed for a moment and immediately the wind blew away his mask. His face now exposed, he didn't look as ugly as he proclaimed himself to be. He must have wanted to hide something. I didn't ask.

"Shit!" He exclaimed passionately. "Now I have to glare into this crappy face. I'm tired of looking into the failure that I am. All I hear the voices in my head saying constantly is how terrible I am for letting my fiancé die in my arms. I could save her. And worse, she got killed merely because we wanted to have mad passionate sex in a car. How fucking low I can be for letting this happen!"

"It'll get better with time. Trust me, I feel like shit because I live up to this perfect image when people look at me. They claim me to be this perfect Blacksmith of change. I'm human, I'm imperfect. I cannot remember even my family. How low can I be? All I see are these small images of these German neo-nazis sticking me with needles. I feel unwanted and unloved. So don't feel like the only one. What's worse, my mask is attached. I cannot remove it. These German bastards scared me and hated what I looked like. So while your pretty face stays intact, I just sit with this stupid leather mask covering up the ugly burn marks they gave me. And you talk about your sins!"

Valencio smiled, he felt truly touched for a moment. He looked at me while I hoisted his dead weight ass up. He groaned and screamed out in pain for a moment as I continued to plow through the snow. He screamed in agony as I grabbed the leg, but I placed him down for a moment in the snow to let the pain cool off. He gazed up to me, not the homoerotic way, but in the way a true friend would look at me. He spoke ever so weakly, "Thanks! I appreciate the encouragement. I don't get a lot of that anymore."

"Neither did I but, hey I guess this cold world demands results over compassion."

"No joke! You don't see people like yourself any more. And I don't care what you think about yourself, I think your perfect man. You've never lost a battle, never shredded too much emotions. Not many people get thick skin like you. Let alone show the compassion you've done. I hate to say it, but I trust you with my life sir." He smiled and laughed as we continued to talk.

"I try, I'm a man of action a few words."

"Well, I'd still like to thank you. The name's Darin....Darin Matthews. I hide behind my mask obviously because I cannot live with the guilt. First real crisis I handled and I still cannot find the words to sum it up. I just cannot look at my face in the mirror. But at least I have a friend that I can trust with my identity and could go into battle with."

"Too bad we cannot continue this; I know you've got your shit to get on to, and I've got mine. But seriously we totally need to continue this friendship. We'd make a force to be reckoned with. Our talents clearly have done damage to the largest cult I've seen. We totally could change the world."

As Darin started to pass out due to all the pain rushing in his body, his eyes lit up passionately. He stared with that look: the look when the gears start turning. He had big plans, almost monumental. His smile slowly faded as he continued speaking as he passed out.

"Oh we will have plans, don't worry Schmied. I've got the perfect place we can go from here. It's nothing but up from here my friend, and you'll always remain perfect. But first you have to haul my ass down this mountain. Otherwise, we won't make it through the night."

"Fair enough!"

I let Darin pass out in my arms as I immediately started rushing down the mountain. I knew tomorrow started a new day, and with it, my future sealed. I would always remain...PERFECT!

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I've said it before and I'll say it again; you all give Zion too much shit for ruling with an iron fist. None of you worthless bastards live up to the perfection that he brought to PWX. I've proven my record. It doesn't matter if I face Jarome Owens every week for eternity or if I kill off people like Jason Aries. The simple fact remains: NO ONE BEATS SCHMIED. Darin Zion promised me the moment I came in that I could destroy ANYONE and EVERYONE. And I've done just that. Call me the Alabama of PWX because once I start rushing you, I'll immediately break you in half. I don't worry about your accomplishments or how big a mouth you run. I just destroy. It's a simple formula. And I do what my master commands of me because he SAVED ME and gave me redemption.

So as you've seen with my story: Zion and I took an army of neo-Nazi bastards down with the simplest strategy ever. I owe Zion my life for it. He saved me and gave me a purpose: to craft PWX's future. I walked into PWX later that year during the fall. He called me his best disciple ever and formed the Covenant. What's worse is John Pariah wants to bury my history in PWX because he wanted to stand side by side with the Covenant with him worshiping him as our higher power. Big fucking surprise Pariah wanted attention. But that's too easy of a story. I disposed of his weak and pathetic ass. I crushed him down to bare bones and made him a sacrifice at the altar of the PWX Championship. It's just too bad I couldn't finish the job with his family...one...by...one...by...one! Each of their throats SLIT and dead. Hell, maybe I'd have raped their dead bodies. But that's who I am. I'm a sick and tortured bastard that I want to take you to places you've never been.

And Ojeda and Stryker get the solemn privilege to see me in action at the Initiative. One by one they'll fall to me because my master PROMISED me perfection. He knows it's my identity. And it's my destiny to ascend to the PWX throne to craft it's future. No one can stop me. Swing bats, chairs, and your mother's ancient pineapple vibrator at me. I don't care. I'll make you bleed and I'll kill you in the ring when I drive you guys head first into the mat. I don't just want the PWX Championship. I want to murder BOTH of you in the ring. You provide a threat to my master, and I'll take good care of him. I'll break your necks, kill you, and maybe I'll sever the heads for the crowd to watch. Don't think I'll mean business. Just watch me Ojeda. Open your God damn mouth tell me how pathetic my wins stand. I'll make sure you feel my wrath. I'm taking the Initiative to personally change PWX. And I'll make damn sure I win the PWX Championship. You will crown me the perfect demon and I'll rise PWX to a new level. One that Troy Stone could hope to dream to achieve. Wednesday's the night that hell reigns down on PWX. I will bring my reign of terror to life and there's not a damn soul who will stop me.