Post by Skyler Striker on Jun 14, 2007 2:56:16 GMT -5
Dreams of a unified world… one where there is no fighting, where everyone agrees that we all have the right to enjoy life and live to the fullest.
Yeah, right… that went out the window back before A.D. even began.
Instead, we live in a world where we stand divided, constantly arguing, disputing, fighting over petty, insignificant CRAP.
Skyler, Striker, however, seeks that unity. He seeks the unity of his family – Angela, Katie, Jade and himself. However isolated Striker may be inside his little box, in a basement underneath his house, however far apart Jade may be in the captivity of Bobby Cairo, and no matter where Angela and Katie are, they all seek unity. And Explosion will be the realisation of that unity. However, there remains one more step on that road – and TXO is standing in Striker’s path.
And we all know what happened to those in the past that stood in Striker’s way.
Today’s scene begins in the underground training room Striker spent a five days of his last week in. Striker is subject to the same conditions this week. Thunder and lightning crashes through the room as Striker stands in the middle of the room, launching punches into the air in front of him. He is dressed in his maroon Ace of Hearts gear, which includes an unbuttoned maroon shirt with the white heart logo on the pocket and his usual torn maroon pants. The camera remains on 24-7 in the corner of the room, capturing Striker’s every move on film. The film is then edited by Jade Striker on her PDA and sent to whomever she thinks it necessary. And this week’s footage is being e-mailed directly to the location of one Rich Marciano. So while he trains, Striker speaks. The thunder subsides but the lightning continues and Striker’s image flashes against that of the artificial, purple, forked lightning that winds its way around the room.
SS: Marciano… First things first. Consider yourself privileged. Normally I don’t speak to my opponents. But this structure demands that I speak, whether it be to myself or you, otherwise I start losing myself. Also, remember that no matter what you say this week – I won’t hear any of it. This box allows nothing in once The Lock is shut. Things only go out. Like my sanity.
The thunder interrupts Striker for a few moments and he puts his hands over his eyes, the thunder rumbling through his ears and driving him mad. It eventually fades again and Striker stares into the camera.
SS: See, here’s the thing, Rich. I know you’ve been going through a bunch of hard matches. You’ve fought your way through Boone, Creeping Death among many, many other dangerous individuals. But all of them… in all of them, you have no comparison to me. I’m not like any of them. Some of them seek glory. Not me. Some of them seek power. Not me. Some of them seek to prove themselves. Not me. I’m not in it for any of that. I’m here for two reasons – one is because I live and love wrestling. It’s my passion. It’s the track my life was destined to follow. The other reason is because wrestling has shown me who I really am. Wrestling has shown me that I am not a face, I am not a name, I am not a purpose. I have a face, and a name, and a purpose, but none of them define me. And you know who the closest comparison you have to me is, Rich? Do you know his name? It’s you.
Striker pauses to let the message sink in.
SS: You’re finding yourself, letting yourself go into the world and find out who you really are. I took those steps earlier in my career. But I’ve never fought anyone similar to myself. When we step into the ring, Marciano, make sure you know that you’re confident with yourself. Your purpose this week is to re-establish your confidence. Your purpose this week is to come and stop me from making it to the end of my two-month tribulation. But no-one, not one single person in this whole company, has stopped me yet from finishing the series yet – they all fell to the Lockdown. They all tapped, all passed out. And as much as I admire you, Marciano, if you win the World Title, I do not get to fight Bobby Cairo. And if I don’t get Cairo, I don’t get my daughter. You’re standing in the way of my unity, my passion, my life. Which is why you will not walk out the victor. I will.
Striker sinks back into the corner and falls asleep. Jade Striker, somewhere else in the world, sends the video to TXO and observes her father through the eyes of the camera. His motionless form is exhausted, the replays of the video show his eyes are bloodshot, but they also show that Striker is hungry, and Jade knows this too well. She shuts down her PDA and follows in her father’s footsteps by falling asleep.
Unity… a noble search. At Explosion, the Striker family will be one again. Striker just has to find the weakness in what is perhaps his greatest foe.
Yeah, right… that went out the window back before A.D. even began.
Instead, we live in a world where we stand divided, constantly arguing, disputing, fighting over petty, insignificant CRAP.
Skyler, Striker, however, seeks that unity. He seeks the unity of his family – Angela, Katie, Jade and himself. However isolated Striker may be inside his little box, in a basement underneath his house, however far apart Jade may be in the captivity of Bobby Cairo, and no matter where Angela and Katie are, they all seek unity. And Explosion will be the realisation of that unity. However, there remains one more step on that road – and TXO is standing in Striker’s path.
And we all know what happened to those in the past that stood in Striker’s way.
Today’s scene begins in the underground training room Striker spent a five days of his last week in. Striker is subject to the same conditions this week. Thunder and lightning crashes through the room as Striker stands in the middle of the room, launching punches into the air in front of him. He is dressed in his maroon Ace of Hearts gear, which includes an unbuttoned maroon shirt with the white heart logo on the pocket and his usual torn maroon pants. The camera remains on 24-7 in the corner of the room, capturing Striker’s every move on film. The film is then edited by Jade Striker on her PDA and sent to whomever she thinks it necessary. And this week’s footage is being e-mailed directly to the location of one Rich Marciano. So while he trains, Striker speaks. The thunder subsides but the lightning continues and Striker’s image flashes against that of the artificial, purple, forked lightning that winds its way around the room.
SS: Marciano… First things first. Consider yourself privileged. Normally I don’t speak to my opponents. But this structure demands that I speak, whether it be to myself or you, otherwise I start losing myself. Also, remember that no matter what you say this week – I won’t hear any of it. This box allows nothing in once The Lock is shut. Things only go out. Like my sanity.
The thunder interrupts Striker for a few moments and he puts his hands over his eyes, the thunder rumbling through his ears and driving him mad. It eventually fades again and Striker stares into the camera.
SS: See, here’s the thing, Rich. I know you’ve been going through a bunch of hard matches. You’ve fought your way through Boone, Creeping Death among many, many other dangerous individuals. But all of them… in all of them, you have no comparison to me. I’m not like any of them. Some of them seek glory. Not me. Some of them seek power. Not me. Some of them seek to prove themselves. Not me. I’m not in it for any of that. I’m here for two reasons – one is because I live and love wrestling. It’s my passion. It’s the track my life was destined to follow. The other reason is because wrestling has shown me who I really am. Wrestling has shown me that I am not a face, I am not a name, I am not a purpose. I have a face, and a name, and a purpose, but none of them define me. And you know who the closest comparison you have to me is, Rich? Do you know his name? It’s you.
Striker pauses to let the message sink in.
SS: You’re finding yourself, letting yourself go into the world and find out who you really are. I took those steps earlier in my career. But I’ve never fought anyone similar to myself. When we step into the ring, Marciano, make sure you know that you’re confident with yourself. Your purpose this week is to re-establish your confidence. Your purpose this week is to come and stop me from making it to the end of my two-month tribulation. But no-one, not one single person in this whole company, has stopped me yet from finishing the series yet – they all fell to the Lockdown. They all tapped, all passed out. And as much as I admire you, Marciano, if you win the World Title, I do not get to fight Bobby Cairo. And if I don’t get Cairo, I don’t get my daughter. You’re standing in the way of my unity, my passion, my life. Which is why you will not walk out the victor. I will.
Striker sinks back into the corner and falls asleep. Jade Striker, somewhere else in the world, sends the video to TXO and observes her father through the eyes of the camera. His motionless form is exhausted, the replays of the video show his eyes are bloodshot, but they also show that Striker is hungry, and Jade knows this too well. She shuts down her PDA and follows in her father’s footsteps by falling asleep.
Unity… a noble search. At Explosion, the Striker family will be one again. Striker just has to find the weakness in what is perhaps his greatest foe.
