Post by stryker on May 13, 2014 15:01:11 GMT -5
The scene opens in a hotel room in Indianapolis, Indiana. We see a chair and a table set up in front of a white wall. There is a glass of fine Scotch on the table. Adam Stryker, sitting on the chair, grabs the glass and takes a sip of the drink before putting the class back on the table. Adam, dressed in a blue shirt and black trousers, with the SPITFIRE Championship resting on his shoulder, has a serious face on as he starts to speak.
"So, people want to know how it is. Since they know that I healed up my bruises and will be in tag team action at the SPITFIRE event this Friday in here Indianapolis, the PWX fans are asking themselves and of course, they're asking ME when or if will I return to Pro Wrestling X.
The answer is - whenever I fucking feel like.
I know there have been people talking shit about the management of PWX and the company itself... I myself have no actual problem with it. I've had my difficulties with Darin Zion, Brian Hollywood and such guys, but eventhough they are piece of shit human beings, they always get my paycheck in on time, and that's all that matters for a man who feeds a family. When I'm done with my relaxed schedule and the one-off appearances, I will eventually make my return to Pro Wrestling X.
BUT..."
He raises the right pointing finger and smirks a bit.
"It's going to happen under my... fucking... conditions.
You see, PWX has been my cinderella story. I've risen from a jobber to a midcard champion and from a midcard champion to one of the biggest stars. But I still don't get the fucking credit, I don't get MY FUCKING PWX WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Just look at my career anywhere else eversince LAWA went down the shithole. I came to Japan, boom, champion. I came to 220, boom, World Champion. I came to SPITFIRE, boom, champion. I've come to Pro Wrestling Project, boom, I get a shot at World Tag Team titles of FGA, a company that respects me eventhough I don't even fucking work for them! Wherever I come, I draw, I put asses in seats, no matter if the company is filling a high school gym or fucking Madison Square Garden. Wherever I come, I get a shot at the top spot and I cash it in big time.
And in PWX? The company that I've called home for the past year and a half is trying to calm me down with tier titles and feuds with Zion and his masked buttbuddy. Putting me in endless tag team matches that never meant shit. I'm sick of that.
So, PWX management, PWX fans, everyone... hear this. When I decide to get my million dollar ass back to the PWX ring, I want nothing else... and I repeat NOTHING ELSE than a match for the belt that I should have won last fucking August when I had Elijah Black death to rights. I don't give jack shit if Elijah Black, Noah Hanson, Anton Chase, Masked Bob Dole or Jesus Christ in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume is the champion at that time... I will beat the shit out of him and I will become the PWX Heavyweight Champion of the World.
Remember. Under my conditions."
He raises the glass in the air.
"See you when I see you."
The feed fades to black.
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OOC Disclaimer: This is purely an In Character thing, please don't think I myself am trying to go all "World title or I'll leave the fed" LOL
"So, people want to know how it is. Since they know that I healed up my bruises and will be in tag team action at the SPITFIRE event this Friday in here Indianapolis, the PWX fans are asking themselves and of course, they're asking ME when or if will I return to Pro Wrestling X.
The answer is - whenever I fucking feel like.
I know there have been people talking shit about the management of PWX and the company itself... I myself have no actual problem with it. I've had my difficulties with Darin Zion, Brian Hollywood and such guys, but eventhough they are piece of shit human beings, they always get my paycheck in on time, and that's all that matters for a man who feeds a family. When I'm done with my relaxed schedule and the one-off appearances, I will eventually make my return to Pro Wrestling X.
BUT..."
He raises the right pointing finger and smirks a bit.
"It's going to happen under my... fucking... conditions.
You see, PWX has been my cinderella story. I've risen from a jobber to a midcard champion and from a midcard champion to one of the biggest stars. But I still don't get the fucking credit, I don't get MY FUCKING PWX WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Just look at my career anywhere else eversince LAWA went down the shithole. I came to Japan, boom, champion. I came to 220, boom, World Champion. I came to SPITFIRE, boom, champion. I've come to Pro Wrestling Project, boom, I get a shot at World Tag Team titles of FGA, a company that respects me eventhough I don't even fucking work for them! Wherever I come, I draw, I put asses in seats, no matter if the company is filling a high school gym or fucking Madison Square Garden. Wherever I come, I get a shot at the top spot and I cash it in big time.
And in PWX? The company that I've called home for the past year and a half is trying to calm me down with tier titles and feuds with Zion and his masked buttbuddy. Putting me in endless tag team matches that never meant shit. I'm sick of that.
So, PWX management, PWX fans, everyone... hear this. When I decide to get my million dollar ass back to the PWX ring, I want nothing else... and I repeat NOTHING ELSE than a match for the belt that I should have won last fucking August when I had Elijah Black death to rights. I don't give jack shit if Elijah Black, Noah Hanson, Anton Chase, Masked Bob Dole or Jesus Christ in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume is the champion at that time... I will beat the shit out of him and I will become the PWX Heavyweight Champion of the World.
Remember. Under my conditions."
He raises the glass in the air.
"See you when I see you."
The feed fades to black.
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OOC Disclaimer: This is purely an In Character thing, please don't think I myself am trying to go all "World title or I'll leave the fed" LOL
