Post by Skyler Striker on Oct 18, 2006 8:48:48 GMT -5
The scene begins in a subway station, which is completely deserted save one man. The station is filled with dust and rubbish, being used for the one line which does not run often. There are soda cans and empty cigarette packs everywhere, and there are even blood specks here and there. Leaning against one of the concrete pillars supporting the street above the station is one Skyler Striker. However, much has changed since Thirteen and another event in a different federation. Ironically, Skyler has lost his house and his daughter, much like Danny did a small while ago. The Vagrant has moved on and become a World Champion, while Skyler has lost two title shots, his house, his daughter, and numerous other items of value, as well as a few levels of mental stability. Skyler’s clothes are the same ones he usually wears – a maroon set of pants, and a long sleeved silk maroon shirt, along with a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. The difference this time is that Skyler’s shirt has numerous slashes and rips through it, and his pants a re slit open on the lower legs, where we can see a few gashes running through Skyler’s legs, dried blood covering them. One lens from his pair of sunglasses is missing , revealing one of Skyler’s red eyes. however, the fire and passion that usually burn in them is gone, and replacing it is an angry, yet dimmed look to them. The only thing still normal about Skyler is his hair, which still retains its platinum blonde colour and spiked shape. Skyler speaks, his voice quiet, yet does not look up from where he is staring at the ground.
SS: You know, it’s funny how fate can turn around on you in a matter of a few hours. Before Thirteen, I had everything. I had my daughter, my house, two titles shots. I lost one title shot and my daughter after Thirteen. I lost my second title shot at another event in a different company, which forced me to have a major operation, which caused my savings and therefore my house to disappear. I have nothing. The Fatebringer has lost it all. But I have found a way to come back. Observe, if you will, my decision after escaping hospital a few days ago.
A clip shows of Skyler in New York Central Park, after his escape from the nearby hospital.
SS: Fate has deserted me. Destiny has left me. Skyler Striker is no longer the Fatebringer until he can win back his life. Technically, Striker should be the vagrant, but he proved a long time ago that it sucks to be Danny Vice, so for now, I’m starting a new name, one you should all remember: The Fury Crusader, Skyler Striker.
Skyler passes out as he stands here and the clip ends.
SS: So here I stand, bloody and beaten, bruised and with nothing to my name, and nowhere to go but up. The Fury Crusader. I said it before and I will say it again: the old Skyler Striker is gone for now. He will not return until I can find get back my daughter and my title. That crusade begins this week. And somehow, it seems like a déjà vu. I already fought Neo and David Alastair two weeks ago. I would have beaten them too, were it not for Jack’s timely interruption. This week, I will take the WCF hardcore Championship and inscribe the name ‘Skyler Striker’ upon it. Hellimination can wait. It will wait for the arrival of a new Hardcore Champion. But let’s go through the list of who I have to defeat, shall we?
Skyler pulls out four photos. The first one has a picture of David Alastair.
SS: David Alastair. You know, David, your name means ‘Beloved’. The Saviour, you’re calling yourself now. Alastair, quite frankly, I don’t think anyone in this federation ‘beloves’ you. We’re all on our own, all in the same boat, yet different boats. Forgive me for being cryptic. I’m trying to be you. I just can’t understand what I’m saying, that’s all. Coming off a loss, yet you’ve pinned me before. I’m fairly neutral with you, Alastair, so I’m going to have to make a decision sooner or later whether I want to beat you to the mat first or someone else.
Skyler flicks the first picture over his shoulder, and it floats into the subway, where a train cleans it up and does not stop at the station. The second picture features Neo.
SS: Neo. Your name means new. But I’m guessing you already knew that, huh. The New End. You haven’t made such an impact since you arrived here, Mr. Anderson.
Skyler shakes his head and drops the Mr. Smith impression.
SS: In fact, you haven’t won a match yet on your own, have you? You’re a wash-up, Neo, one of the older generation who must pass and let others have their turn. This is my turn. This is my twist from the bottom of the ladder of life to the top. You’re just an obstacle to that Hardcore Championship, Neo, and quite frankly, I don’t deal well with obstacles as of late. I crush them.
Skyler flicks the picture over his head in the same fashion as before, and by extreme coincidence, another train blasts the picture through the subway tunnel. The third picture is of Reckless Jack.
SS: Ah, Reckless Jack. God is gracious is the definition of your name. He’s definitely given you talent, anyone with a brain can see that. You’ve always been the top star, jack, I don’t see why you want this title so bad. Maybe you’re emo, you want to kill yourself with Hardcore matches. You’ve put everything behind you and now you can start again, by gaining the Hardcore Title. Well, if I remember correctly, Jack, you also said this is my learning period. You know what ‘Skyler’ means, Jack? Scholar. I’ve learned. I have learned enough to know that a man at rock bottom has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, and also to know that you, like Neo, Alastair, and Mr. Blades, are an obstacle in the path of a crusader. I’ll make sure you feel my education, Jack.
Skyler flicks the photo into the subway, a train takes it away, and the fourth photo if finally revealed to be, in a most predictable manner, Jack of Blades.
SS: Jack of Blades. The man responsible for the start of my downfall. I have nothing to say to you that has not been said already. This Sunday, Jack, I will make sure to relieve you of the burden that is my daughter by winning that title off you and putting my name on it. And if I have my way, your head will be mounted right next to the belt on my mantelpiece. See you at Slam.
Skyler flicks the photo over his shoulder, which floats through the air into a train, but this train has stopped. The doors are open, and when we look for Skyler, he has already boarded the train, facing out. He removes his sunglasses as the doors close, leaving our last impression of him as Skyler Striker, the Fury Crusader, with his red eyes shining with the fire of revenge and passion once again.
SS: You know, it’s funny how fate can turn around on you in a matter of a few hours. Before Thirteen, I had everything. I had my daughter, my house, two titles shots. I lost one title shot and my daughter after Thirteen. I lost my second title shot at another event in a different company, which forced me to have a major operation, which caused my savings and therefore my house to disappear. I have nothing. The Fatebringer has lost it all. But I have found a way to come back. Observe, if you will, my decision after escaping hospital a few days ago.
A clip shows of Skyler in New York Central Park, after his escape from the nearby hospital.
SS: Fate has deserted me. Destiny has left me. Skyler Striker is no longer the Fatebringer until he can win back his life. Technically, Striker should be the vagrant, but he proved a long time ago that it sucks to be Danny Vice, so for now, I’m starting a new name, one you should all remember: The Fury Crusader, Skyler Striker.
Skyler passes out as he stands here and the clip ends.
SS: So here I stand, bloody and beaten, bruised and with nothing to my name, and nowhere to go but up. The Fury Crusader. I said it before and I will say it again: the old Skyler Striker is gone for now. He will not return until I can find get back my daughter and my title. That crusade begins this week. And somehow, it seems like a déjà vu. I already fought Neo and David Alastair two weeks ago. I would have beaten them too, were it not for Jack’s timely interruption. This week, I will take the WCF hardcore Championship and inscribe the name ‘Skyler Striker’ upon it. Hellimination can wait. It will wait for the arrival of a new Hardcore Champion. But let’s go through the list of who I have to defeat, shall we?
Skyler pulls out four photos. The first one has a picture of David Alastair.
SS: David Alastair. You know, David, your name means ‘Beloved’. The Saviour, you’re calling yourself now. Alastair, quite frankly, I don’t think anyone in this federation ‘beloves’ you. We’re all on our own, all in the same boat, yet different boats. Forgive me for being cryptic. I’m trying to be you. I just can’t understand what I’m saying, that’s all. Coming off a loss, yet you’ve pinned me before. I’m fairly neutral with you, Alastair, so I’m going to have to make a decision sooner or later whether I want to beat you to the mat first or someone else.
Skyler flicks the first picture over his shoulder, and it floats into the subway, where a train cleans it up and does not stop at the station. The second picture features Neo.
SS: Neo. Your name means new. But I’m guessing you already knew that, huh. The New End. You haven’t made such an impact since you arrived here, Mr. Anderson.
Skyler shakes his head and drops the Mr. Smith impression.
SS: In fact, you haven’t won a match yet on your own, have you? You’re a wash-up, Neo, one of the older generation who must pass and let others have their turn. This is my turn. This is my twist from the bottom of the ladder of life to the top. You’re just an obstacle to that Hardcore Championship, Neo, and quite frankly, I don’t deal well with obstacles as of late. I crush them.
Skyler flicks the picture over his head in the same fashion as before, and by extreme coincidence, another train blasts the picture through the subway tunnel. The third picture is of Reckless Jack.
SS: Ah, Reckless Jack. God is gracious is the definition of your name. He’s definitely given you talent, anyone with a brain can see that. You’ve always been the top star, jack, I don’t see why you want this title so bad. Maybe you’re emo, you want to kill yourself with Hardcore matches. You’ve put everything behind you and now you can start again, by gaining the Hardcore Title. Well, if I remember correctly, Jack, you also said this is my learning period. You know what ‘Skyler’ means, Jack? Scholar. I’ve learned. I have learned enough to know that a man at rock bottom has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, and also to know that you, like Neo, Alastair, and Mr. Blades, are an obstacle in the path of a crusader. I’ll make sure you feel my education, Jack.
Skyler flicks the photo into the subway, a train takes it away, and the fourth photo if finally revealed to be, in a most predictable manner, Jack of Blades.
SS: Jack of Blades. The man responsible for the start of my downfall. I have nothing to say to you that has not been said already. This Sunday, Jack, I will make sure to relieve you of the burden that is my daughter by winning that title off you and putting my name on it. And if I have my way, your head will be mounted right next to the belt on my mantelpiece. See you at Slam.
Skyler flicks the photo over his shoulder, which floats through the air into a train, but this train has stopped. The doors are open, and when we look for Skyler, he has already boarded the train, facing out. He removes his sunglasses as the doors close, leaving our last impression of him as Skyler Striker, the Fury Crusader, with his red eyes shining with the fire of revenge and passion once again.
