John Ojeda(c) vs Winner of Schmeid or Stryker

[PWXonline]

Main Event
PWX Championship
John Ojeda(c) vs Winner of Schmeid/Adam Stryker

RP Limit: 2 per person

Deadline: 4-29-14 at Midnight CST


Story: It seems like it's been an eternity that has passed between now and High Stakes, but the moment has arisen again. Adam Stryker could have the opportunity of a lifetime to face John Ojeda. If Stryker overcomes Schmeid that is. Schmeid has been an unstoppable and unbeatable monster. No one has defeated him by pinfall or submission. Adam Stryker will have to dig deep if he wants to end the monster. The question is, can he even do it? If no one else has been able to stop Schmeid, how can Adam Stryker even do it? However, for John Ojeda, he gets the winner of that match. Ojeda is going into this match with a big advantage. Fully charged and momentum. The winner between Stryker and Schmeid will not be 100%. Ojeda will be full of energy and will be looking at taking down anyone who tries to step up and take PWX's grandest prize. Can Schmeid or Strkyer first find a way to defeat each other and then find enough energy to defeat Ojeda and become the new PWX Champion? Or will Ojeda, who's always prided himself in tough brutal matches, come out on top and retain the PWX Championship once more?

[wrath]

(OOC Note: Really disappointed this wasn't a true match. Sorry for the half assed RP, but... my son was born two days ago. I just brought him home. I would have done more, but I knew it didn't matter. But the roster still deserves an apology cuz they deserved better out of the main event of a major PPV. Sorry guys.)

Podcast 050: Destruction

I heard it, alright

I heard that call to arms from the light bearer. I know that sounds a tad bit insane. Most of you don’t even know what I’m talking about at this point, but you will soon. Most of the people that know me, they know where I came from. They know the hell I had to go through to even make it into this business. They know that all of those nights inside a warehouse in Philadelphia, getting the holy hell beaten out of me was going to pay off in spades. Those sick fucks that tortured me for three and a half years knew what the fuck they were doing. They knew that they needed to hone me into a fucking intercontinental ballistic missile. They knew that they needed me to carry on the rampage because they couldn’t handle it any more. The way I was trained to work takes a toll on your body, your mind, and your spirit. There is no give, there is no bend. You just dominate your problems. That’s what I’ve been trained to do my whole career, and this pay per view will be no exception. I will dominate the problem in front of me. And the problem in front of me is Adam Stryker.

I get it kid, you think you’re feeling your oats. You’re thinking you’ve got the world by the short and curlies cuz you’ve got a little bit of that fame. You think you’re on top of the world because you’ve got all of these offers from all of these places. But the problem is, Adam… you’re too fucking nice of a guy. You are all to eager to please and all too eager to get far too ahead of yourself. You’ve got a match with me, and then you’re going off god knows where to work for a company that doesn’t have a tenth of the talent this company has. And then I figured it out Adam. I figured out the reason you do all of this. And it has made me so infinitely confident in this match that there won’t be a single issue mopping the fucking floor with you Adam. You lack confidence in your abilities. You lack the drive and determination to handle yourself properly in the ring.

I was taught discipline when I came into this business. I was taught that when you want something, you walk through brick walls to get it. You march onto your objective like a mindless killing machine. I got taught about loyalty. I got taught about longevity. Adam, you’re a flash in the pan. I’ve been here, I’ve gone there, and I’ve done that. I’m battle tested, and war ready. You, on the other hand? What are you Adam? The darling boy that everyone seems to think is the next coming of wrestling jesus. I’ve seen a fucking hundred of you. The here today, gone tomorrow run of the mill assholes that think you can get by on name value and your little bag of tricks. Well guess what, bitch boy, you’re stepping into the ring with two hundred and sixty five pounds of uncut world annihilator. You’re not wrestling bitch ass John Pariah. You’re not wrestling some fuck wad that has retired more times than he’s held world titles. Which, by the way, bullshit world titles. He couldn’t do it where it really mattered. And you won’t either pussy. You can follow the path of the endless rabble that have their careers end like the flash in the pans they are. At best, you’re some grease that dripped between the bars on the grill and caused a flare up.

You know what I am Adam? I’m the mother fucking main course. I’m the whole god damn restaurant. You’re a little grease fire at Burger King… I’m the entire McDonalds corporation. You’re fucking Bon Jovi, and I’m Slayer. Meaning I’m going to beat your fucking ass every day of the fucking week. Seven fucking years I’ve been tearing people apart, and not one flash in the pan has walked by me. What did I say about Troy, Adam? I told him that he wasn’t shit and that his title run wasn’t shit. And it was true wasn’t. Well guess what, this whole time… you haven’t been shit either. You got handed an easy ride by and through Zion. When he wasn’t your biggest champion, he was your only enemy. And shit, I’d be doing pretty good if all I ever had to do was wrestle Darin Zion. But I’m not you. I’m the mother fucking monster of this company. I’m the man they call to get the ratings and get the job done in the ring. And guess what, bitch… you’re going to suffer in the quest for ratings. The kids can go home and drink their cough syrup and enjoy some ‘rasslin… because I know the one thing you’re never going to stop clinging too Adam. It’s the pride, because you think you’re a fucking big shot. You think you’re hot shit. But I’m the guy that’s here to tell you… you ain’t shit. You remember when your momma told you there’s always someone bigger and badder than you. Well you just ran into him. So go ahead… hang onto that pride of yours, you no talent hack, because…

I will beat the pride out of you, even as you cling to it…. My hands around your neck, yeah… that has a nice ring to it.