Post by Skyler Striker on Mar 7, 2007 5:57:46 GMT -5
Looking back on Jack of Blades and Ace Resoland in particular, I, Skyler Striker, have seen the value of keeping one’s own beginnings in mind. Therefore, in the same manner as Jack and Ace, I have decided to write of my past, how I came to wrestling, and why I am Skyler Striker. These are the Origins.
When we arrived in New York, we already had a contact to go to for a job. One of my cousins, so it seemed, was in the wrestling business up there. His name was Jason. He was about thirty, so he knew what he was doing and had a lot of years left in him to learn and grow his promotion. We drove straight to his house. He wasn’t rich, but he was certainly well-off, so he had a nice house. The five of us managed to get out of our new car and rang the doorbell. He opened it and let us in, excited to see some new kids ready to enter the wrestling world. His promotion, HVW, was growing pretty quickly and had quite a reputation on the NY scene, and we were psyched for it.
He took us into his yard, where he had a proper ring set up. He said ‘Get in!’ and we were in, running the ropes and doing basic exercises. We hadn’t expected him to start straight away, but he did, and we were exhausted. After we’d finish, he gathered the five of us around him, and told us that with work, we could become major league wrestlers. Able to wrestle in one of the bigger companies in the US. He mentioned a few names – WWE, WCW (which was still around then), and suggested ECW to Jayden. The others we’d never heard of, but we were excited now. We went to our house – the five of us had easily enough money to buy a new one – and went on a shopping spree for furniture, etc. Andrew’s inheritance money really came in helpful.
In a few months, we were ready for our first independent show. HVW had no TV deal, and preferred to work in an underground-type scene. When we got to the arena, we entered through a backdoor. The five of us had a quick look through the curtain at the crowd. There were about three hundred in attendance, but it was packed full. The room wasn’t very big when you considered the ring and ramp. It was a nice looking set, but we had to head back to the locker room. Jason took us in and the locker room quieted down. It was obvious they respected Jason. There were four belts in the room – two were tag belts, one was an ‘Electric Division’ belt, and one younger wrestler had an “HVW World Championship” belt. We all looked at him with awe, as he was obviously good. Jason introduced the five of us and ran down the card for tonight. Jayden and Dylan were going up against a younger tag team, as they had requested to be a team. Andrew would face Scott, and I went up against the Electric Division Champion.
It turned out that the Electric Division was the equivalent of a federation’s Hardcore division. I fought their champion and lost. The only man who won out of the five of us was Andrew, who beat Scott in their match against each other. We got to the back, bumped and bruised, and were handed the next show’s card. It was to be us five (supposedly picked randomly) against the World Champion, Tag Champions and Electric Champion. When the show came, we won. We managed to defeat the four of them and the announcer referred to us as Index 5 as we all congratulated each other in the middle of the ring. For the next year, the five of us dominated HVW. We lost about five matches between us throughout twenty six weeks. At this point in time, we were going somewhere. The World Champion, who had reigned the whole time, was supposed to be leaving. I took him on and won the World Title. He shook hands with me in the middle of the ring and ‘passed the torch’. Dylan and Jayden became Tag Champs soon after and in another championship win, Scott and Andrew became co-holders of the Electric Title. Index 5 ruled HVW for three years.
Unfortunately, time passed and we were eventually growing too stale for the HVW crowds. We decided to move elsewhere, but problems arose – Scott thought we should move into one of the bigger federations, I said we needed more training. On the road to a new city, we broke down in the desert, and once again, Scott and I disagreed on which way to go. We had numerous fights over the next month, and eventually, once we had arrived in Los Angeles, we had to make a decision. Scott refused to listen to me anymore, and we were forced to remove him from the group. He left without a word and went back to the hotel room while we trained. When we got back, I opened the door to our hotel and found Scott standing at the window, holding a gun to his head. He turned to look at us, grinned as if he was crazy, and pulled the trigger.
We all attended Scott’s funeral, but after it was over, Index 5 disbanded. Jayden and Dylan joined up with another smaller federation to train some more, Andrew disappeared off the face of the earth, and I left for Japan at age 21. I trained there for seven years, learning more of the extreme craft and began learning a more aerial style. At age 28, I eventually saw fit to return to the US and came to work in a few federations, one being WCF, where my journey here began with Danny Vice. However, I came to another fact that I had almost forgotten – my child, Jade Striker. At age 20, Shaneyah and I got married. We had a child, and things were fine until I announced to her that I was leaving for Japan. She refused to come and said that I could keep Jade if I was such a good father, which I claimed I was. She left and I have not seen her since, although hopefully detectives Jackson and Dean are hard at work locating her.
Jade came with me and was recognized as a genius at age six. She was speaking fluent Japanese, English and also a few other languages that I had never heard of. I lived with her in Japan while I trained and she flew back eagerly to the US, never having truly been exposed to the culture. She insists that she is old enough to be at ringside, and from the recent events with Seth Lerch at Till Death Do Us Part, I suppose that she has every right to. On my return, I also came back to see Jayden and Dylan, who joined up with me. They no longer wrestle much except for the occasional match here in the WCF, but they’re fine with it. When I came back, the emo culture of the US was prominent and my hair had been dyed black, with a fringe, and I was unaware that I was being called an emo until I heard of it and got as far away from my black hair as possible, dying it platinum blonde. I also got red contacts in Japan, which I love, although Jade says they can make me look evil at some points. Jayden and Dylan took to calling me the ‘Fallen Angel’ of wrestling.
Jade performed tests on me after my Fury Crusader period and found that I had some personality problem that was extremely hungry for revenge and would turn up whenever I thought something was wrong with what had happened to me. Jack of Blades and Danny Vice were two people who stirred that gene. Outcast seems to be trying, although with my recent focus and realization of personality, I find it unlikely that he will be able to get me angry enough to bring out the animal within. I am confident enough in my abilities that I can enter the ring with Outcast and defeat him thoroughly. I may look back on my memories of the Electric Division back in HVW and try some techniques I have not used in a very long time.
So, here I am, Skyler Striker, the Fallen Angel of wrestling, the Fatebringer, the Fury Crusader, the WCF Hardcore Champion. Hopefully it will not be necessary to write another set of origins after this, as I hope that nothing tragic enough will occur to force me to write more. Lord knows these accounts are already mournful enough. My thanks to those who deserve them are below. As for me, I shall end these writings and leave you to watch my journey on your own. Make whatever assumptions you will, think whatever you want about me, but let it be known throughout the world – I am Skyler Striker.
Thanks go to my daughter Jade, for all the support and love that I needed so much, to Dylan and Jayden for being great friends, to Andrew and Scott (R.I.P) for helping me achieve my dream, my father, for laughing in my face and giving me the motivation to become a wrestler, and to Shaneyah, who is still out there somewhere. My last words of thanks go to my two greatest opponents: Jack of Blades and Danny Vice. Jack, congratulations on becoming World Champion. After War, I’ll be gunning for you again. As for Vice… nothing more needs to be said.
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.”
When we arrived in New York, we already had a contact to go to for a job. One of my cousins, so it seemed, was in the wrestling business up there. His name was Jason. He was about thirty, so he knew what he was doing and had a lot of years left in him to learn and grow his promotion. We drove straight to his house. He wasn’t rich, but he was certainly well-off, so he had a nice house. The five of us managed to get out of our new car and rang the doorbell. He opened it and let us in, excited to see some new kids ready to enter the wrestling world. His promotion, HVW, was growing pretty quickly and had quite a reputation on the NY scene, and we were psyched for it.
He took us into his yard, where he had a proper ring set up. He said ‘Get in!’ and we were in, running the ropes and doing basic exercises. We hadn’t expected him to start straight away, but he did, and we were exhausted. After we’d finish, he gathered the five of us around him, and told us that with work, we could become major league wrestlers. Able to wrestle in one of the bigger companies in the US. He mentioned a few names – WWE, WCW (which was still around then), and suggested ECW to Jayden. The others we’d never heard of, but we were excited now. We went to our house – the five of us had easily enough money to buy a new one – and went on a shopping spree for furniture, etc. Andrew’s inheritance money really came in helpful.
In a few months, we were ready for our first independent show. HVW had no TV deal, and preferred to work in an underground-type scene. When we got to the arena, we entered through a backdoor. The five of us had a quick look through the curtain at the crowd. There were about three hundred in attendance, but it was packed full. The room wasn’t very big when you considered the ring and ramp. It was a nice looking set, but we had to head back to the locker room. Jason took us in and the locker room quieted down. It was obvious they respected Jason. There were four belts in the room – two were tag belts, one was an ‘Electric Division’ belt, and one younger wrestler had an “HVW World Championship” belt. We all looked at him with awe, as he was obviously good. Jason introduced the five of us and ran down the card for tonight. Jayden and Dylan were going up against a younger tag team, as they had requested to be a team. Andrew would face Scott, and I went up against the Electric Division Champion.
It turned out that the Electric Division was the equivalent of a federation’s Hardcore division. I fought their champion and lost. The only man who won out of the five of us was Andrew, who beat Scott in their match against each other. We got to the back, bumped and bruised, and were handed the next show’s card. It was to be us five (supposedly picked randomly) against the World Champion, Tag Champions and Electric Champion. When the show came, we won. We managed to defeat the four of them and the announcer referred to us as Index 5 as we all congratulated each other in the middle of the ring. For the next year, the five of us dominated HVW. We lost about five matches between us throughout twenty six weeks. At this point in time, we were going somewhere. The World Champion, who had reigned the whole time, was supposed to be leaving. I took him on and won the World Title. He shook hands with me in the middle of the ring and ‘passed the torch’. Dylan and Jayden became Tag Champs soon after and in another championship win, Scott and Andrew became co-holders of the Electric Title. Index 5 ruled HVW for three years.
Unfortunately, time passed and we were eventually growing too stale for the HVW crowds. We decided to move elsewhere, but problems arose – Scott thought we should move into one of the bigger federations, I said we needed more training. On the road to a new city, we broke down in the desert, and once again, Scott and I disagreed on which way to go. We had numerous fights over the next month, and eventually, once we had arrived in Los Angeles, we had to make a decision. Scott refused to listen to me anymore, and we were forced to remove him from the group. He left without a word and went back to the hotel room while we trained. When we got back, I opened the door to our hotel and found Scott standing at the window, holding a gun to his head. He turned to look at us, grinned as if he was crazy, and pulled the trigger.
We all attended Scott’s funeral, but after it was over, Index 5 disbanded. Jayden and Dylan joined up with another smaller federation to train some more, Andrew disappeared off the face of the earth, and I left for Japan at age 21. I trained there for seven years, learning more of the extreme craft and began learning a more aerial style. At age 28, I eventually saw fit to return to the US and came to work in a few federations, one being WCF, where my journey here began with Danny Vice. However, I came to another fact that I had almost forgotten – my child, Jade Striker. At age 20, Shaneyah and I got married. We had a child, and things were fine until I announced to her that I was leaving for Japan. She refused to come and said that I could keep Jade if I was such a good father, which I claimed I was. She left and I have not seen her since, although hopefully detectives Jackson and Dean are hard at work locating her.
Jade came with me and was recognized as a genius at age six. She was speaking fluent Japanese, English and also a few other languages that I had never heard of. I lived with her in Japan while I trained and she flew back eagerly to the US, never having truly been exposed to the culture. She insists that she is old enough to be at ringside, and from the recent events with Seth Lerch at Till Death Do Us Part, I suppose that she has every right to. On my return, I also came back to see Jayden and Dylan, who joined up with me. They no longer wrestle much except for the occasional match here in the WCF, but they’re fine with it. When I came back, the emo culture of the US was prominent and my hair had been dyed black, with a fringe, and I was unaware that I was being called an emo until I heard of it and got as far away from my black hair as possible, dying it platinum blonde. I also got red contacts in Japan, which I love, although Jade says they can make me look evil at some points. Jayden and Dylan took to calling me the ‘Fallen Angel’ of wrestling.
Jade performed tests on me after my Fury Crusader period and found that I had some personality problem that was extremely hungry for revenge and would turn up whenever I thought something was wrong with what had happened to me. Jack of Blades and Danny Vice were two people who stirred that gene. Outcast seems to be trying, although with my recent focus and realization of personality, I find it unlikely that he will be able to get me angry enough to bring out the animal within. I am confident enough in my abilities that I can enter the ring with Outcast and defeat him thoroughly. I may look back on my memories of the Electric Division back in HVW and try some techniques I have not used in a very long time.
So, here I am, Skyler Striker, the Fallen Angel of wrestling, the Fatebringer, the Fury Crusader, the WCF Hardcore Champion. Hopefully it will not be necessary to write another set of origins after this, as I hope that nothing tragic enough will occur to force me to write more. Lord knows these accounts are already mournful enough. My thanks to those who deserve them are below. As for me, I shall end these writings and leave you to watch my journey on your own. Make whatever assumptions you will, think whatever you want about me, but let it be known throughout the world – I am Skyler Striker.
Thanks go to my daughter Jade, for all the support and love that I needed so much, to Dylan and Jayden for being great friends, to Andrew and Scott (R.I.P) for helping me achieve my dream, my father, for laughing in my face and giving me the motivation to become a wrestler, and to Shaneyah, who is still out there somewhere. My last words of thanks go to my two greatest opponents: Jack of Blades and Danny Vice. Jack, congratulations on becoming World Champion. After War, I’ll be gunning for you again. As for Vice… nothing more needs to be said.
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.”
