Darin Zion vs Adam Stryker

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Cage of Death Match
Darin Zion vs Adam Stryker

Deadline: Tuesday at Midnight CST


Story: Where does one begin on where this feud has gone? It seems as if Establishment's, Darin Zion, has pitted literally the ENTIRE deck at Adam Stryker. Darin Zion has seen future world champion material out of Stryker, but since Stryker turned on him and has dishonored him, Zion is now taking matters into his hands to making Stryker's life a living HELL! What better place for this to escalate than PWX's hell of all hell, the Seventh Circle, Cage of Death match. One of PWX's most brutal matches in history! This match has said to make superstars but END careers as well. Only a select number of people have fought in this legendary but rare brutal structure. Ironically, the last Cage of Death saw Adam Stryker face off against the Establishments, Brian Hollywood, for the Hybrid Championship back when Hollywood held the Hybrid title. Unfortunately, the structure was too much for Stryker and he lost that match in that outing. However, Adam Stryker becomes the first person in PWX history to face off in back to back Cage of Death matches in such a short span of each other. Can Stryker defeat Zion in the mythical structure and finally cement his name in history? Or will Darin Zion, who's so bent in destroying Adam Stryker for good, end Stryker once and for all and make Stryker, history?

[Darin Zion]

The Reckoning

"Adam, congratulations, you've finally got your chance in the spotlight. It must honestly feel great to have that light beaming down, showing on you. Sure, there's pressure and sure the fans hopes and expectations can crush your performance, but after two whole years in PWX Adam, you get to finally have a match you can call your mother at home and tell her your proud of it. You've crawled up the ranks, foiled me, foiled anyone that's stood in your way, and you get that chance to finally grow up and start down the road to success.
You're finally a man now, Adam my boy. You broke away from your father, hoping to free yourself from the Establishment. In fact, Adam, I'm sure you honestly hoped that freeing yourself would make yourself a more viable option in PWX as a PWX Champion. I'm sure these are the things that the Devil, John Pariah told you to do. He tore you away from me, my son, and he made you something you didn't want to become. He poisoned your mind with all his illusions of grandeur. He fueled your overfilled ego, he fluffed up your great talents and wrestling skills, he promised you the universe with a cherry on top of it. But honestly Adam, he's filled your mind up with diluted false dreams.

Let me share you a story Adam, something that not many people know about 'Uncle Pariah.' I walked into PWX almost nine years ago in November. Uncle Pariah opened his arms and welcomed me with the promises of success and the promises of main eventing. He told me he would give me the biggest push of my career and took me into his brother's office to sign the deal. That's when life became hell. See, Jason Parker Olsen had let the inmates run with the asylum and Jason didn't have a fucking backbone. He let the main eventers hold down the mid card talents. And don't ask what they did to the new hires like myself. It just borderlined abuse. I should have sued Jason years ago for his poorly managed locker rooms, but instead, I chose to overcome those odds. But through all those beautiful stories Adam, Uncle Pariah told me how he saw me as a main event talent. He'd wrap his arms around me at night, tuck me in, and read me the stories each night as each main eventer succumbed to MY will. You see Uncle Pariah constantly would talk behind my back during that time telling the boys to shit in my bags, smack me across the face, steal my ring gear, you name it, they did it. In fact, during that time, Pariah and his brother never even gave me a title shot until I started taking people down one by one.

Oh sure, Uncle Pariah promised me more, but he sent me back down to Evolution X. Ran by Skylar Kelly, one of the biggest crooks in the game. Time after time, I'd get de-pushed and pushed, Adam. I'd even get the glimmer of hope to fight in the main event only to get jobbed out each week by the same people: Noah Hanson, Tyler Boyd, or Skylar Kelly. They didn't see what talents I had. They didn't know my work ethic. They didn't know that I fell in love with the shitty whore laying on the side of the street Adam. They didn't see the jewel that sat in front of them. Oh no! They raped this gorgeous company. They called her a slut. They took her INNOCENCE. They sold her out for money. All of them whored her giving her diseases, filling her body up with drugs for pleasure, and then shitting on her beautiful kids until she lay dying in the street gutter. And what's funny, the ring master of all of it: John Pariah.

See Pariah was blinded through Sex and Money, Adam. He craved it and it wasn't until I showed him the light. Grant it, he'd never admit I showed him the light, but I did, that PWX florished. You see, when we came back for the second round, I got the ball because I took our beautiful whore and enrolled her into rehab. She came back to live, but slowly and sure, the poisons continued to rage in her veins. People tried to take her over. People wanted to burn her and ravage her beautiful body that I crafted through my hard work ethic. In fact, people wanted to crucify her for her choice of reviving herself and wanted to continue to purge all of her innocence. We had people like Ojeda torturing our fans, Brian Hollywood who had gotten corrupted threatening her sweet succulent breasts and forcing the fans to take bullshit because of the sins he saw the last time. We had others just coming in, leaving, and getting their fill of her sweet love. And once again, our little whore started to die. But I saved her this time.

I didn't let JPO, Lillith, Darrell Hayes, or ANY of our corrupt individuals get her past the second season. I looked for the right opportunity to seize my love and build her back up. After we got her into rehab this time and gave her hope, she flourished. It took me nine long years, but finally I'm burning the poisons from outside. I have dressed my sweet princess up, I've set her up for success, and now I have the whole world worshipping her.

See, I tell you this story in the form of a metaphor. The whore is PWX, the sins are people like the Skylar Kellys, John Pariahs, Corey Geins, Michael Norcias, you name it they've been on there, and the savior is me. We've had people continually leave and not commit, threaten our name, and not one single one of our locker room leaders in the history of this damned company has led this charge and put on a back bone to save PWX. All they do is posion her, whore her around, and kill her and go back to their lives. But I loved PWX from the moment I set eyes on her. Her flaws, her loyalty, and her craziness. With her, I've wanted to build a family.

And you want to REBEL and inject her with poison again!

Adam, you didn't rebel against me, you've rebelled again the hard work that Hollywood and I've placed into PWX to make it the most alluring place in all of professional wrestling. You're leading a rebellion to burn down the hardest work we've ever put into the company. You think you were a puppet in a game of chess to take down your friend. You can look at it that way Adam, but I planned on making you the star in which PWX could look to when I left this business. Adam, you proved to me nothing less than your hunger. In fact, the last time I've seen that kind of hunger was in me. I clawed and I scratched my way to the top. I tried every which way to get to the top of the mountain, but I never asked. I never DEMANDED. In fact, I never REBELED! I just did what Troy Stone did each and every single FUCKING night of the week. I stole the damn show. I took what I got, and I became the SECOND ever GRAND SLAM PWX CHAMPION.

But you had to listen to Pariah didn't you? You thought I POISONED our precious? You wanted to build your own career. Adam, no one EVER builds their own careers in business. You have to earn the RESPECT of your leaders. I've never held a job in which I just went up to the leader and DEMANDED a raise. I didn't demand a world title shot, I didn't demand a damn fucking thing. I've done what I've been told to do, and I do it and steal the show making EVERYONE believe what I do matters. I don't have to sell it, I just do it. I'd fly every which way, tear stars limb from limb, and I did what it took. But Adam, you've never truly honestly answered me this question:

What have you done since you've gotten here?

Sure, a few Hybrid Championships, an Evolution Championship, and MULTIPLE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS are great and look good. But besides throwing Darin Zion off a ladder and feuding with Darin Zion, I've never seen you do shit. Now I could have fired you when I took the office of owner, but when you threw me off that ladder Adam, that's the realist part of your nature I've seen, and I will make you pull it from the deepest darkest parts of hell with inside of your being, or Adam, mark my words, I will kill you like every other person I've stepped in the ring with. I know you've now competed in THREE SEVENTH CIRCLE matches in one year's time: Two singles now and a Civil War. But man, the point of putting you up against me is to make you unleash the Adam Stryker of old. I know you're still in there Adam. I can feel you CRAVING my approval. I can see your eyes twinkle when I try to make you crack. You enjoy the torture I give this roster and you know that you feel the same way I do about PWX.

You and I talked many hours about burning this place to the ground and starting it over again. We've dared to dream it and made it a reality. We didn't want anyone who didn't try at the helms of this shit. And you came out and conquered Jessica Harmony. You came out and conquered everyone with me. And what really shocked the hell out of me is you joined the one man you swore you'd never join up with and call him your friend. That's when I saw you settle Adam. You became another Skylar Kelly or Noah Hanson. You didn't want to work your ass off. You felt threatened by the man who's set the standard, the man who's Mr. Never Say Die, the man who's done it all in PWX. You became threatened for MY vision because truly, a part of you does crave slacking off and dialing it in.

But that changes at Hostile Takeover IV. Adam, it's time you work for your paycheck. You want to prove your a damned world champion; get off your ass and do it. You get the man you want to take into next Tuesday and kill: do it. Prove to me you aren't Pariah's tool. Sacrifice me! Because only tools of Pariah would back off and not do a damn fucking thing. You want to be your own man, you don't get the glory of having John Pariah, Christian Rhodes, The Untouchables, or any other former team mate help you any more Adam. You've got to go it alone. Hell, you couldn't even beat Brian Hollywood in a Cage of Death let alone a singles match. Not trying to dog on my home boy, but Brian Hollywood has lost to me more times than ANYONE else on this PWX roster. And you want a piece of me? You think you can handle me after losing to HIM? We all know I'm the one with talent here in PWX.

But enough with my 'poison' Adam. We all know I'm saving the whore and turning it into the beautiful princess. We all know the story ends happily ever after. So we all know the story: You die at Hostile Takeover IV. You don't get to overcome the benevolent businessman, Darin Zion. You take the back seat where you belong kid. So get all this shit out of your system, because this week, I rip your balls off and hang them on the door of my office. You'll get neutered you little bitch. You won't still have your little drive. And when I end your career for what you've done to me for your sins, Adam, the roster will know I mean more business than I've ever meant before. And that's truly what's best for business

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The Haunting

[Pain surged throughout my entire body. When I went to move my hands, I could not move them. Same with my legs. I began to feel trapped. My eyes glanced around my surroundings, all red and black around me as blood surrounded my face. I felt someone picking me off of the floor, I saw it: the cage. I took a few deep breaths and as I got lifted I immediately screamed out.]


"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

[The dream ended and I awoke, Morgana nowhere near my side. I stretched for a moment, I had full control of my body, but I couldn't help remembering the fear. It felt like the first two cage of death matches I had. Both times, I injured my back terribly and I couldn't move after it. I lost all feeling in my body. It was the same feeling I had after Adam Stryker launched me off the stage from the ladder. I rubbed my neck for a moments, still stiff. I couldn't believe it. As I walked towards the balcony, I could smell it, smoke...Morgana was awake. I stepped towards the balcony and she slowly exhaled her cigarette. She looked at me quite concerned as she took another drag off her cigarette.]

Morgana: Had that dream again didn't you?



Darin Zion: Yeah...I just cannot shake it at all. This past week terrifies me especially much more because I cannot take bumps like I have the last few Seventh Circle matches. My body's about ready to fall apart and I'm one sick spot away from being dead.

Morgana: Don't worry about it! You've got Adam down. You know what he's capable of...

Darin Zion: And that's what scares me babe! He wants to kill me. I can sense it. But I can't say that I wouldn't want to do the same either. We're both beasts and Seventh Circle has a way of bringing the beast out in you.

[Morgana takes another drag off her Marlboro Light. She offers me a drag, but I shake it off. I kiss her on the cheek and wrap my arms around her. I couldn't help but feeling save with her in my arms, but I knew I needed to defeat Stryker. I needed him to die and need him to go away. It was time to end him at Cage of Death. He'd brought me nothing but misery. My mind continued to flash back to the time with the ladder. As my arms tightened, Morgana pushed me away.]

Morgana: Easy there, champ! I know you keep flashing back to everything but you cannot kill me. After all, we can have some fun.

Darin Zion: I know, but that's the least of my worries. I want you bad, but honestly I've got to keep my mind focused.

[Morgana takes another drag and flicks her cigarette off the balcony. She blows her smoke in my face seductively in my face and kisses me on the lips. She then smiles evilly as she tries to ease my mind. It continues to run at a thousand miles an hour. She almost seems like she's turned on by my resistance. As she tries to ease my mind more by kissing my neck, I push her a way. I look her directly in the eyes, and remain firm.]

Darin Zion: There's time for that later, but I cannot forgive Stryker...

Morgana: I know, I know you say this every night after your dream. He didn't give you the chance to see your mother...he didn't give you the chance to see me, he left you all alone and took everything away from you. He ruined your brother's dedication and most of all, he took time away from you hunting down your mother's killer. I get this every night, but it's all the culmination of your fear.



Morgana: Relax! Don't get mad! Just take each day and live it as your last. You never know what will happen next.

[stryker]

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