The Inner Workings of Brian Stryker Compilation

Since alot of people don't know me, I figured I post some of the rps from my last fed, kinda give ya an idea. Also they are all connected. 
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At first there was darkness. Not just your average run of the mill, hey someone turned off the lights when I was on the toilet darkness. No this was darker then that. This was a darkness that was said to be seen at the end of ones life. The eternal darkness that haunts the after life. So it was no wonder that Brian Stryker was wondering what was going on and if this was the end of the road. But that wasn't the case. Just as the panic of his death filled his mind, a bright light washed it away. The blinding light peered through the dark as Brian felt his eyes opening up.

His eyes took a few moments to adjust. After what felt like forever, Brian's eyes adjusted and he finally got to see where he was. However he wished he didn't. He wasn't in his room at all. He wasn't sure if he was even on Planet Earth. This world felt like something out of a Lewis Carroll novel mixed with a Dr. Seuss nightmare. A very Alice in Wonderland/Through The Looking Glass type of world. The entire idea of this world was a headache. The sky was a bright green with a purple sun. The grass was blue. Everything about it was just 100% pure FDA approved weird. Brian got to his feet and dusted himself off. Wearing his everyday street clothes, he looked around searching for any signs of light.

Voice: So we meet again Mr. Stryker.

Brian looked around confused at where the voice was coming from. It was a familiar voice but one that was difficult to put a finger on.

Voice: Down here you moron.

Stryker looked down to see a turtle standing at his feet, staring at him. It was the same turtle that annoyed Brian when he was hypnotized by B-Soup before his Battle Finale 3 match. Milton J. Buttermelt the Third ESQ.

Stryker: Are you serious? You again?

Milton: So we meet again Young Stryker. Welcome back to the folds of your own mind.

Stryker: What are you doing here again? I thought I was rid of you. The last time I saw you, you were dropping me in holes.

Milton: Why won't you accept that you did that?

Stryker: Cause blaming the talking turtle that is apparently a lawyer is easier. Now where the hell am I? Wonderland?

Milton: Close. Consider this you through the looking glass moment. A journey into the deepest part of your minds where the wonders are amazing and horrifying at the same time!

Stryker: Ugh fine. Let's go another journey. But I swear if I see a Jabberwocky I am leaving.

Milton: How you gonna leave?

Stryker: This is all in my head isn't it? A dream world. I can just think up a door or something.

Milton: Not that easy but you can try. So move. I don't want to be stuck here when you decide to set some dinosaur or something.

Stryker: Still the wise cracking soup ingredient.

Milton: Alwas. No pick me up. We need to get going.

Stryker: I thought you could fly.

Milton: I...um....lost my ability to fly....

Stryker: They have pills for that you know.

Milton: Shut up. I'll have you know it was a bird who got sucked into my engine.

Stryker: A hummingbird?

Milton: Again shut up and pick me up!

Stryker shrugged and picked up his turtle friend. He started to walk, heading deep into the jungle of twisted trees. The creatures of this world were strange to say the least. The birds had four wings each and there we're creatures similar to animals back in reality but these were all bipeds. Nothing stranger then seeing a blue and purple Zebra with two legs. It was a wondrous sight for Brian but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder if it meant anything.

Stryker: A journey is never about the destination. It's all about how you get there. And let me tell you something. This journey is looking to be a strange one. I've seen my mind do some weird things before when I dream, but this takes the cake. I've seen dreams about giant cinnabuns chasing me down my old school hallways. Even had one about wrestling in my underwear.....Anyways I wonder how my mind will toy with me now.

But of course this isn't the first time I was confused about my dreams. I mean there was the time I was forced to watch my fears and insecurities fight to death in an abandoned farm. That was a horrifying sight to see. My fears and insecurities taking on physical forms. At least my fears weren't anything like spiders or clowns, or else I'd be fucked. Then there's the time B-Soup put me under again and I first met Milton here as he helped me over come the bumps in my road to Battle Finale 3 and helped me become the Broadcast Champion.

I look back at them and see how much I'v grown since then. From the first trip into my mind, I've grown alot in the ring. I've become a more serious competitor and really upped my in ring abilities. Since the second trip, my mind has become more powerful then I ever hoped to imagine. The psychological aspect of wrestling was so new to me, it has taken me a while to get back on track to where I can be at 100% of my true potential. You see, "The God of War" isn't just a nickname for me. It's my whole being. I'm a mortal man who loves to fight and create chaos. My smile and happy disposition may cause you to think I am not a threat but that's a mistake many opponents have made in the past and they paid dearly. I should thank Smith Jones for unleashing the metamorphosis that created the man that stands before you.

I may joke around alot but that never changes the fact that when the bell rings, this mind, goes into overdrive. I start plotting my next attack thoroughly. Like a general on the battle field, I can turn the tide of a match by one simple move. I have done it thousands of times before and will continue to. I have taken down men twice my size. I have beaten champions. I have beaten two hall of famers in PCW. I am taken on the "leader" of PCW herself and not backing down from a fight ever. My goals are simple. Fight the establishment outside the ring. And destroy any opponent who opposes me inside the ring. It's a simple formula really.

Alex Schafer, another newbie who calls me out on twitter for no reason, looking to get a jump start on his PCW Career by beating on the better guys. The Lone Ranger did last time and we all saw how that ended. I'm done being the springboard for people. They seem to think they can just walk in a demand respect. The classic saying is respect is earned not demeaned. No one gave me an ounce of respect when I first came in PCW almost one year ago. But I earned it by beaten people and stealing shows. I'm a show stealer plain and simple. I amaze the crowd every damn night. And I'll do it August 3rd as well as beyond.

You see, there's more then meets the eye. I'm not just a high flyer. I am trained in Lucha Libre, Hardcore Death matches, Japanese shoot fighting. I am also a black belt in Muy Thai kick boxing and a purple belt in Brazilian Jiu Jistu trained by one of the legendary Gracie family. And those are just my wrestling credentials. I know a thousands ways to make a person tap out. I know 10 different pressure points on a human body that can render an opponent unconscious. I know 2 pressure points that can kill. The short form of this? I know how to hurt you in ways you could never imagine.

So prepare yourself Rookie. You can tweet #PestControl all you want but remember you're not fighting a hamster in the ring. You're fighting an immortal killing machine that can never be stopped. A wrestling machine that will break all 206 bones in your body and smile while doing it. I will become the monster in your closet. The evil under your bed. The sick and twisted visions that haunt your dreams every night. The beast that causes you so much dread and pain that you fear leaving your house ever again for I will be there to once again break you. So say your prayers Schafer. The boogeyman may not be real, but I am and I am coming for you. Armageddon happens on August 3rd.

Just then a loud bang and roar rang out behind Brian. He turned around to see a grotesque monster with wings, long sharp talons, and a long tail. He looked at Brian and Milton and roared again.

Milton: JABBERWOCKY! RUN

The screen suddenly goes black as the beast's roar is heard again.

TO BE CONTINUED!
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We last saw Brian Stryker once again trapped inside the folds of his minds, experience the strange wonders that seem straight of a story book for children. There he met up with the familiar guidance of his spirit animal, Milton J Buttermelt the Third. Once again reunited under the strange circumstances, the unlikely duo begin to travel the terrain that is so wondrous. However, just as Brian was getting comfortable in his new surroundings, the monstrous Jaberwocky, the mythical monster of Lewis Carrol's mind itself.

Stryker stood stuck in place out of fear. The disgusting looking creature examined the frightened high flyer, it's jaw drooling.

Milton: Don't move.

Stryker: Why is it's vision based on movement?

Milton: No cause why should you run and die tired?

Brian wants to yell at the turtle but can't keep his eyes off the Jabberwocky. The beast starts sniffing, preparing itself to eat it's next meal. Slowly, Brian reaches down and grabs a large rock next to his foot. Taking a firm hold of it, Brian throws the rock past the Jabberwocky as it makes a distraction. The Jabberwocky looks away and starts to follow the noise, thinking it's found a better meal.

Taking the window of oppurtunity, Brian turned heel and started to run as fast as he could. Wanting to get as far away from the monster as he could manage, Brian didn't stop for anything. Finally after what felt like an eternity, Brian stopped his life saving sprint. As he caught his breathe, Milton was busy looking around.

Milton: Brian, look.

Brian looked up to see a large old Victorian mansion. The details on the wood work were amazing and awe inspiring, if it was not for the many vines growing. The building was clearly abandoned a long time ago f the estate fell into this kind of disarray.

Brian: An old building?

Milton: Let's go inside!

Brian: Are you insane?! I am not scooby dooing myself into an old abandoned 19th century mansion that exists in this clearly fucked up up-side down world!

Milton: Do you want to be found by the JabberWocky?

Brian..........So let's go inside then....

Brian quickly hurries over to the door and examines the hinges. They were rusted up something bad. One was hanging off the door frame completely. Brian grabbed the metal ring, and yanked on it. Slowly but surely the door started to move. Pull the door all the way open, Brian took a quick step inside. Pulling the door shut behind him, shutting off the only light source, Brian stared into the darkness.

Milton: Sure is dark in here. Got a light on you?

Brian: Actually I do.

Brian fumbles through the dark, and grabbed hold of his keys attached to his belt. He pulled the clip off and grabbed hold of a small flash light. He pressed the button and the room was filled with pure led light.

Milton: Much better.

Brian nodded as he examined the entrance of this old building. The furniture was also 19th century Victorian as it was also covered in cob webs. It had a real haunted house feel to it, but it also had the appearance of a giant doll house. Brian started to walk around, wondering if coming in here was such a good idea. Suddenly he heard a noise that made him double take. It sounded like small children laughing. He looked over to see a set of stairs. He looked at the ascending stair case and planted a foot on the bottom step. The old wood creaked under his weight as he climbed the rotting stairs up to whatever awaited him.

Milton: This doesn't seem like a good idea.

Brian: Shut up Milton this was your idea.

Milton: I'm a talking turtle! You don't have to listen to me!

Brian rolled his eyes as he reached the second floor of this sprawling mansion. Once again the laughter rang out. Brian, still scared shitless, followed the laughter arrived in front of a door at the far end of the hall. He gulped deeply, said a silent prayer, and opened the door. Once he saw what was in the room, he wished he didn't. Inside the room, was a collection of old vintage porcelain dolls. These things frightened Brian even when he wasn't in a creepy old house.

As he entered the room, his light hit something on the ground. It appeared to be a small child, it's back to Brian. Suddenly, instead of laughter, a ticking noise was all Brian could hear. Like the tick of an old fashion cuckoo cuckoo clock.

Brian: E-E-E-Excuse me, were you the one laughing?

Child:

Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we play?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now summer's gone away.

Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and what then shall we see?
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, now they come for me.

Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and all the years they fly.
Tick Tock, And all too soon, you and I must die.

Suddenly the child turned around to revel that it was in fact not a child at all, at least not a human one. It was yet another porcelain doll, except it was moving and bigger. It got up and started to walk over to Brian and Milton who were to busy scream at the top of their lungs. Brian threw his flash light at the evil doll, but it just bounced off it's head and rolled over to the opposite wall. No matter what Brian did, the doll wasn't stopping. It kept reciting the same poem over and over again. Brian continued his cry for help as he closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable end of his existence as the last sound he heard was the ticking clock...but it never did.

Suddenly the ticking stopped. The poem stopped. Was he dead? Was this what death felt like? Was the end painless as he thought? Was the after life real? Brian had a million questions on his mind but he was to scared to answer any of them. He opened an eye wondering what happened to him. All he saw was trees. The same trees that inhabited this strange land. He opened both eyes to see that he was back in the Forrest, except he was in the middle of a huge clearing.

Brian: What the hell?

Milton: Weren't we just about to be killed by a scary doll?

Brian: That's what I thought.

Milton: The house must have been a fact. A physical embodiment of a fear of yours?

Brian: At this point I don't know and don't care. I just want to go home.

Brian sits down on the grass and rubs his tearing eyes. The fear he felt was all to real. This wasn't just some mental world. Somehow this world was truly real and Brian wanted out of it.

Brian: The Ticking Clocks. The ever looming time till my end. When the ticking stops so will my life. But when will the ticking end? Tomorrow? Next Week? 80 years from now? Who knows. When faced with mortality one can do one of many things. He can deny that he will ever die. He can turn to religion...never been much of the catholic. Or they can pick themselves up with their boot straps and carry on. Carry on and live every minute like it can possibly be their last on this great planet.

And that's how I choose to live. I live to the fullest every day. I want to look back on my death bed whenever that is, and say I have no regrets. I don't want my life to be full of moments that could have been. I want moments that make me laugh and cry. I want to look on to see that my name is remembered by not only my family and friends. But by everyone I meet. Because the true after life is the connections you make with people. While it may not seem like it, we are all connected. Attached by invisible strings. The people we meet through our lives become part of us. And that is the true meaning of remembrance.

And being remembered is my goal here in PCW. It's my goal in any fed. It's my goal of my entire career. I want to be remembered. I want to be remembered as the kid that gave 150% every night no matter the odds, opponent, or my health. I want to be remembered as the kid that fought giants and climbed mountains. I want to be remembered as a great champion that never back downed from a fight and faced my problems head on. That is my wish, and that is what will happen. I have already achieved my feats in my goal of remembrance. I have won a title which i have a chance of reclaiming.

The broadcast title may not be the highest level of titles, but it's special to me. it was the first title I've won in 2 years. It was my first PCW title. And many great wrestlers held that title and went on to win the world title. Like Jay Thunder and our current world champion Danielle Lopez. I hope to follow in Danni's foot steps and become a world champion myself. I am gonna become world champion, it's a matter of fact. I can already beat hall of famers. I am one of the best rookies in PCW. I can keep up with some of the greatest this company has to offer. The fact I am only a 1 time broadcast champion doesn't change how dominating I am in the ring. My title loss was a harsh blow to me. It was a fair fight and I was the weaker of the two. But when I get my rematch, it will be anything but a repeat of last time. I don't care who I face. Whether it's the old rival who's slowly losing touch, or the crazed champion who can't seem to be stopped. I will defeated both of them at the same time if I have too. Point is that gold will become mind once again.

However let's not over look those looking to earn a title shot. Once again the management decides that they should put me in a fatal four way match for their first title shots. We have Izurat Karr, some Russian who's only been in PCW for like a few weeks. We have Lekkter The Lunatik, I beat him before, pretty easy too. Then there's Aurora Rose, beat her too. The point is, the last true challenge for was the same girl who beat me for the title.

Let's face it, none of you schmucks have a real chance against me. I am just too damn good for ya. You can talk all you want about how your gonna beat me, get your title shot, go on to win the title and so on, but face the facts. You have no chance. I am the real deal in this company. I am one of the best. There's no ifs, ands, or buts about it. The God of War rages through the battlefield leaving destruction in his wake. And I love destruction. It gives me a nice feeling inside knowing I made someone rethink their life, even if it's for one moment. Cause it's that one moment that is all I need. I get in your head and you can never get rid of me. I will haunt you for ever as my voice echos in your ear. That is when you start hearing the ticking clocks. That is when you start to realize your own morality. That is when the ticking starts to slowly....stop. And one day it will and I want the last image that runs through your thoughts to be me, standing victorious over you, knowing that you can never defeat me.

Brian stares straight at you as you see his eyes start to glaze over. Like he is in some fear induced trance, you can start hearing the ticking noise yourself as it gets louder and louder. The ticking is then replaced by the doll child's voice.

Tick Tock, Goes the clock, he cradle and he rocked you
Tick Tock, Goes the clock, and now he awaits your doom.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Brian sat on the ground in this large clearing located in the middle of a lush green forest. The memory of what just happened still burning in his retinas as he replays the horrifying events in his head. The abandoned house, the ticking clocks, the chanting, the evil dolls, the blackness. It all happened so fast that Brian had no chance of mentally preparing for anything. He was done here. He just wanted to get out of this bizarre world. He wanted to go home where his best friends were. He wanted to walk into his apartment in Philadelphia and see his dog Bruce welcome him home.

This world was gonna be the death of Brian. First the Jaberwocky, then the Victorian dolls. Now who knows what is lurking beyond this forest. Were dinosaurs roaming freely here like some deranged Jurassic Park? Maybe there was a yeti roaming the mountains. The horrors of the unknown were to become the true test of the fragility of Brian Stryker. Could he with stand what lies ahead, or would he lose himself to the madness of this world?

Milton: Brian, I know you don't want to hear this, but we must move. We are still in serious danger sitting here.

Brian looked at the turtle he was traveling with, with a look of complete emptiness. His eyes, once full of life, were now filled with nothing but sorrow. The pressures of this world were weighing heavily on the psych of the young high flyer.

Milton: Please Brian. I can't promise things will get better from here, but they will get worst for sure.

Brian looks from his turtle to deep into the groove of trees before him. He knew that the Jaberwocky was surely not far behind them and clearly heard them scream earlier. He gets up from the floor and dusts himself off. He turned heel and starts to walk as far away from the clearing as possible. He walked in silence, the sound of nature being the only ambiance. The tweeting of the birds. The whistling of the wind through the trees and leaves. The cracking of branches under Brian's shoe.

Stryker's Thoughts: This world is much different then anything I've been to before. This world is all to real. To die here would mean to die in reality. Just what I need some Freddy Kruger shit.

Brian continued to walk through the forest in silence, pushing his ways past the trees, feeling like they were closing in on him, making it much harder to escape their deadly maze. Slowly the sun started to set as the orange warm glow of dusk became the haunting black of twilight. Now Brian was stuck traversing through unknown plains without a light and no knowledge of where to go. He just kept pushing forward through the trees in hope of finding some form of civilization that could give him shelter and solace from his nightmare, albeit for the night.

As the night went on and as the forest seemed to grow larger and larger, Brian's mind started to wonder. He wondered if he was at the end of his life. Would the ticking end for him? How would he be discovered back home? Was he even back home? Was this world all the more real then he original thought? Brian quickly shunned these thoughts from his head as he knew that to think like that was the worst thing to do besides admitting defeat. Brian had to carry on. He had to preserve no matter what he faced. After what felt like eternity, the never ending maze of trees finally ended and now facing Brian was this ever looming cave.

Stryker: First a house now a cave. Let's just get this over with.

Brian took a deep breath and entered the cave, once again being met by a deep darkness. Brian felt along the walls looking for something he can use as a light, when he felt the rock under his hand retract. Suddenly the rocks started to glow with a blue light. It was a soothing light that made Brian feel much calmer about exploring this cave. He took another deep breath and continued to walk down this long path, deeper and deeper into the cave.

As they traveled down the rocky paths, the sounds of a river slowly began to echo throughout the cavern. Brian, having a small flicker of hope, followed the sound. As the trickling grew louder, Brian was filled with a sense that he found a place to relax and at least a moment to rest. Finally after following the sound, Brian came upon his reward. A beautiful flowing river with clear fresh water. The sound of the babbling water calmed the hectic mind of Brian.

He sat down on the bank of the river and put Milton down next to him. Brian placed his hands in the waters and felt the cool rushing feeling as he cupped his hands. Collecting some water, he brought his hands to his mouth and took a large sip. He sighed in content as he took some more water and splashed his face. He looked down at the water and stared at his own reflection. His hair was ragged, his face was still dirty, and his eyes. His eyes were heavy. How can a man so young have eyes so old?

Just then, Brian heard the shuffling of rocks come from behind him. Brian whipped around to see three humans standing behind him. At least they looked human to Brian. They were tall and thin creatures with light blond hair and very pale skin. But it was the eyes that caught Brian’s attention. These beings eyes were a bright green. Their outfits seemed odd too. They were wearing what could only be described as leather armor. They had an appearance that seemed straight out of a Tolkien book.

Brian: Who are you?

Being #1: We could ask you the same question. We have not had a traveler venture into our territory for many years.

Brian: I’m just someone trying to escape the Jabberwocky and find a way home.

Being #2: Then we have a common enemy. The Jabberwocky is a deadly creature. For you to survive an encounter, you must be a brave warrior.

Brian: I wouldn’t say warrior.

Being #3: Either way, you must be tired and hungry. Come with us. We will provide you with food and shelter.

Brian looked down at Milton, who gave a turtle shrug. Brian figured he had nothing left to lose since his sanity was hanging on by a thread. He picked up Milton and followed these strange beings to wherever.

Brian: You still never explained who you are.

Being #1: Forgive us. We are the Xoltons. Our people have lived in this cave for centuries. We only leave to gather food and even that is a challenge as cave life has left us with fair skin and fairer eyes. We can’t handle the natural sun for very long.

Brian: But what is your name?

Being #1: My name is Ryun. I am the chief of the tribe.

Brian: Name’s Brian.

Brian followed the Xoltons deeper into the cave. He wondered what kind of civilization they had created. And soon enough he got his answers as they traveled into the largest opening in the cave. The sight made Brian catch his breath in his throat as he witnessed the beauty that was the Xolton Tribe. Instead of creating housing in the rocks and risking the integrity of the cave, the Xoltons created a series of wooden huts attached to the walls of the cave, all connected by ropes, ladders, bridges, and even simple forms of elevators. It was an amazing sight to see.

Ryun: Follow me to my hut. There you can rest for as long as you need.

Brian nodded silently since he was at a loss for words. He followed Ryun into one of the crude elevators and watched as Ryun pulled the rope and made the lift go higher and higher. Reaching the very top of the buildings, Brian walked onto the platform to feel that it was more stable and solid then he had expected. Sensing Brian’s wonderment, Ryun smiled.

Ryun: The wood used to build all this was chopped from the mighty Aldizon tree. The wood can withstand up to 1000X the weight of steel. Making it ideal for our homes.

Brian nodded at the explanation as he walked up to the hut that must have belonged to Ryun. He stepped inside to see that the interior was just as simple as the outside. It was a single room that held a large opening for a fire, pots that held food and water, and the floor was covered in an animal pelt that looked strikingly like bear. Also into the room was a girl, no older than him, working the fire. She turned around and smiled. She got up and kissed Ryun on the cheek.

Girl: Welcome home father. Who’s our guest?

Ryun: His name is Brian. He is a traveler we found by the river. I offered him a place to rest. He’s traveled a long way and faced many dangers including the Jabberwocky and the Illusion House.

Girl: Very well. Come sit traveler.

The girl took Brian by his free hand and placed him on the floor as she scurried around the room and handed him a bowl of water and a bowl of what appeared to be some type of meat soup. Brian took a swig of the soup to find out that it was actually delicious. The vegetables and spices complemented the meat in a way that gave it an enjoyable spicy taste. The girl sat down across from Brian and stared at him, the smile never leaving her face for a minute. While everything she’s doing is a sweet gesture, the smile was making him uncomfortable.

Brian: So….what’s your name?

Girl: My name is Cadhilla.

Milton: Pleasure to meet you Cadhilla. I am Milton.

Cadhilla: Hello Milton. Is it true that Brian escaped the Jabberwocky?

Milton: It is true. Though it was dangerously close.

This seemed to make Cadhilla smile even more. The idea of escaping that disgusting beast was making Brian sound like this big brave hero when he was actually just scared kid fighting to just survive.

Cadhilla: Where are you from Brian?

Brian: Philly.

Cadhilla: Philly? Where’s that?

Brian: It’s….uh….far away. Very far from here.

Cadhilla: I see. I bet your tribe is full of strong warriors.

Brian: I wouldn’t go that far…..

Cadhilla: What’s it like there?

Brian: It’s amazing really. We have these buildings called skyscrapers that reach high into the sky. And at night, the entire city lights up creating this beautiful sight.

Cadhilla: Wow that sounds amazing! Wish I could see it. I would love to see anything outside this cave.

Brian: I take it you don’t get out much?

Cadhilla: I’m the daughter of the chief. I’m lucky if I get to walk around the tribe. It gets so boring here, it’s enough to drive you mad.

Brian: Yeah I’ve been feeling like that the entire time I’ve been here. It feels good to be able to relax alittle and not worry about something attacking me in the night.

Cadhilla: Well you are safe now. The Xolton’s are a friendly tribe and we will give you shelter for as long as you see fit.

Cadhilla got up from the floor and gave Brian a small bow before leaving the hut. Brian sat on the floor of this strange hut as he drank his soup and water. After everything that happened to him today, it felt great to be sitting down, having a hot meal, and having the security that allows him to sleep.

Brian: “Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Those are the words of poet Dylan Thomas. It’s all about making your life count. When old age comes and death is at your door what will you look back on? What did you do that made it all worthwhile? How will you be remembered? Will your candle quietly burn out unnoticed, or will you rage into death knowing that you did everything you set out to do and you are proud of what you accomplished ready for what death brings you. It's a challenge to take the risks that make your life meaningful. It has become the way I now live my life.

I stated before that my ultimate goal is getting remembered. To be able to look back on my death bed and smile as I can say that I die with no regrets. Live in the now, but never forget your past. For it’s your past that defines who you are and what you’ve become. It’s your past mistakes and how you learned from them that show the growth you’ve went through. But you must never live in your past. To live in your past is to never fully grow as a human. And to never achieve you truest potential. It is the ultimate death sentence one can put on one’s self. For if you never become the best you can be, you will succeed at nothing. You become a footnote in history.

Last week at Summertime Smash, I did what I always said I would do. And that is overcome the odds and win. I beat 3 other superstars to achieve my chance to reclaim what is mine, and that is the broadcast title. However, after watching what transpired between the champion and the challenger during that same event, I am unsure whether or not I really want to take part in that title scene. You have the love/hate relationship of Jones and Mya, and now the ever slipping psyche of the “champion” Brytain. Surely this isn’t the last time these three are in the same ring again, and I do not wish to be a victim of crossfire. It’s interesting to see how the lust for gold drives men into the darkest depth of their own minds, causing them more harm than good. One day you all will lose. It’s a fact. I just pray that when you do, your entire mind doesn’t shatter in million of pieces. For once you lose the last string of sanity that you have, there is no returning from it. It is a one way trip down the deepest darkest cave in your inner most thoughts and there is no way out.

But that is a tale that will be told on another date. For before I can even think about a title match, I have a mountain to climb this week. That mountain being the ever dominate Curtis Wilkes. A man I am all too familiar with. A man who I hold a DQ win over. I took that man to his limit and he knows I did. And that was back when I was just a fresh face rookie. I have matured since then. I have matured mentally, physically, and spiritually.

I’ve become the man that can beat anyone. I have become a man that can challenge the world and climb out of the ruins still standing. I can fight wars and face the bullets head on without so much as blinking. That is a man that is destined for greatness. A man that is destined to win titles. That is the man you need to fear Curtis. Cause that is the man that is stepping foot into that ring come next Saturday. I won’t let this end in a DQ again. I will beat you down and pin you 1, 2, 3 and show the world I am not to be messed with.

The end of days is coming PCW. The time where the righteous are saved and the sinners are damned to an eternity in hellfire. That will be my duty come Rapture. I will judge those who stand before me. However all those that stand before are challenging me and therefore must be sent into damnation. I will be the judge, juror, and executioner for you all. The trial will be short. The sentence fierce. Your death, swift. No matter how hard you prepare, it will do no good. You destiny was changed the moment you were chosen to face me. The only destiny you have, is the one where I put you 6 feet underground. Goodnight Curtis. May I haunt your dreams forever.

Brian finishes his soup as he feels his body start to enter the realm of sleep. The adrenaline finally wearing off, leaving him almost completely immobile. Brian lays back on the soft, warm bear pelt, and feels his eyes grow heavier and heavier as he enters sleep, his mind finally become peaceful.

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It was day break. The sun started to rise as the twilight faded from this mortal plane. As the sun rose higher and higher, it's warm life giving light entered the cave of the Xoltons, lighting the cave and waking it's residents up. All except for one. Brian was already awake. He sat on the ground in front of the tribe leader's hut and watched the tribe come to life. He watched as hunters returned from their hunt with fish, rabbit, bird, deer, and many others. The fact they hunted at night was fascinating to Brian. The whole society was interesting actually. Their ability to thrive whilst living deep inside this cave.

As Brian sat there, his trusty companion Milton next to him, he had time to think. He thought about everything in his life. Everything that has happened to him on this adventure. Everything that has happened to him in general. Was he making the right career choices? Was he making the right personal choices? He had no way of knowing, which he figured was just part of this quest.

Cadhilla: Morning Brian. Sleep well last night?

The daughter of the tribe's chief sat down next to Brian and gave him a warm smile.

Brian: Yeah, I feel a lot better now. Thanks for the hospitality.

Cadhilla: Oh it's not issue. It's our pleasure to help others.

Cadhilla gave Brian another smile as he gave a half smile back. Brian was starting to take a small liking to Cadhilla. It has been 3 days since his arrival to this strange town as they were more then willing to house him until he had the strength to continue on his journey. Every since then, Brian spent most of his day talking with Cadhilla. She was always asking about what life was like back home for Brian. It was odd, he never had to describe how he lived before, and no one ever found it as fascinating as her. It kinda made him laugh at times cause what he took for granted amazed the girl.

Cadhilla: Are you enjoying your time here?

Brian: Yeah, but i really think I should be going. I am no closer to finding a way home then 3 days ago.

Brian looked over at the girl who's smile was no replaced with a frown. Her long blond hair covering her green eyes partially. He hated to see her frown because over the past few days he has grown very fond of the girl, but it was time for him to move on and he knew that staying any longer was unfair to him, Cadhilla, and the rest of the villagers.

Cadhilla: Very well. Then let's go tell my father. The least we can do is offer you some supplies.

The two got to their feet as Brian picked up Milton. They walked into the hut behind them where Ryun, Cadhilla's father was sitting on the floor.

Ryun: Ah hello Brian. What's on your mind.

Brian: I'm planning on leaving the village to continue my journey.

Ryun: Very well then. We shall give you some food for the road. Is there anything else?

Brian: Yeah is there a different way out then the one I used? I want to avoid putting myself near that Jabberwocky.

Ryun: Yes there is. We have an exit that is meant for emergencies only but you can use. Meet me there in an hour. We will have your supplies ready by then.

Ryun got up and left the room, leaving Brian and Cadhilla in an awkward silence. The two stood there, not sure what to say.

Milton: Will someone say something already!? I can feel my shell growing!

Brian: Easy Milton. I guess I should start getting ready. I'll see you at the exit in an hour?

Cadhilla: Oh...yeah sure...

Cadhilla looked like she wanted to say something else but chose not to as she turned and left the hut, leaving Brian alone. Milton looked at his friend and shook his head in disappointment.

Milton: You are such a wieney.

Brian: What? What are you talking about?

Milton: That was your chance to kiss her!

Brian: Kiss her? What are you on?

Milton: Oh please! She clearly likes you! She practically throws herself at you and is fascinated by everything you say.

Now that Milton mentioned it, it made sense to Brian. Of course Brian being his clueless self never noticed it before. He was to preoccupied with figuring out how to get out of this cave and find a way to get himself home safe and sound with as little mental damage as possible.

Brian: Well what do you want me to do? I gotta leave so it's not fair to her to put her on.

Milton: Well is it fair to make her think there's a chance?

Brian: Dammit, why must you be right like always?

Milton: How many times do I have to tell you to get through that thick skull? I am your thoughts manifested in a physical form!

Brian: I never full agreed on that. You just keep saying and I get tired of arguing!

Milton: Well either way. You must talk to her before we leave.

Brian nodded and knew that he had to do that at least. When the hour closed, Brian arrived at the emergency exit that he would be using. It was Brian, Ryun, and Cadhilla. Ryun handed Brian a sack full of food and a bottle of fresh cave water. Giving the boy a pat on the shoulder, he smiled as he walked off to tend to other matters, leaving Brian and Cadhilla alone once again. The two fidgeted as Cadhilla looked at the ground.

Cadhilla: So this is good bye?

Brian: Sadly yeah.

Cadhilla: Will you ever come back?

Brian: Maybe. I don't know.

Cadhilla: Will if you do, this will be waiting for you.

Cadhilla stepped closer to Brian and gave him a deep kiss, while Milton smiled victoriously. Brian dropped Milton though as he wrapped his arms around the Xolton girl he was leaving. Milton landed upside down on the ground as he watched his friend make out with Cadhilla. Finally, when the two stopped kissing, they couldn't help but smile.

Cadhilla: Be safe.

Brian: I will.

Brian knelt down, picked up Milton, and grabbed his bag. He gave Cadhilla one last smile as he entered the cavern, heading towards the greater unknown.

Milton: Now isn't that better? Plus you got to kiss a beautiful girl!

Brian: I don't even know if they are real. Still haven't decided if this is just an elaborate dream or not.

Milton: Well if I'm here, should that prove that this is a dream?

Brian: Normally yes, but by now I'm so unsure anything is possible. Now where do I go?

Brian stopped walking as he looked around. He was confused on where to go as there were now several passages that he could take.

Milton: Don't tell me we're lost.

Brian: We're not lost....we gotta go this way...

Brian, making a completely random choice, picked the furthest to the right passage. As he walked down the rock path, he wondered where he was exactly. He kept making random choices hoping he was closer and closer to the exit of this cave.

Milton: Admit it, we're lost.

Brian: We are not lost!

Milton: Yes we are! I've seen that rock formation three times now!

Brian: Oh your right we're lost.

Brian plopped himself down on a rock and put his chin in his palm. He was now lost in a cave with very limited food and water. Once again he was facing his own death in the face.

Milton: Well it seems like the end of us.

Brian: What do you mean?

Milton: We're gonna die together.

Brian: No we're not. If I have to, I'm eating your turtle ass.

Milton: What?!

Brian: Oh come on your a turtle! It's not like you're a human.

Brian and Milton then spent the next 10 minutes arguing over the fact that Brian would eat Milton if he had to. They were so preoccupied by the argument they didn't notice the light glowing at the end of the tunnel.

Voice: Step into the light!

Brian and Milton instantly their argument and looked around wondering where the voice was coming from.

Brian: Who's there?

Voice: Step into the light!

Milton: Momma?

Brian: Momma?

Milton: My mother had the same voice!

Brian: You're an idiot.

Voice: Step into the light!

Brian: I'm stepping into no light! I like living even if it's in a cave!

Voice: Step into the light. You will not be harmed.

Brian look at Milton and shrugged.

Brian: Either trust the spooky voice or I eat you.

Milton: You are not eating me!

Brian: Then we're going into the light.

Brian got his feet and looked at the light at the end of the tunnel. Picking up his bag, he headed down the tunnel, as the light got brighter and brighter. He stopped right in front of the light and collected his breath. He took a big step forward as he entered the light. He wasn't entering a new part of the cave, but a all white room. In the center was a large pedestal. There was also a person kneeling before the pedestal.

Brian: Hello? Are you the person who was talking?

Woman: Yes. I am the Blind Seer. I brought you here to heed you a warning.

Milton: Seer? Warning? What'chu talking bout woman?

Seer: All will be answered. But first. Young one. What do you think of this world? Do you think it's dream or real?

Brian: Me?....uh......I don't know. It seems real but a dream at the same time.

Seer: That's because it is both. It is real and a dream. This world exists between the planes of reality and dream. What happens here will affect you in real life. Also dying here, means the end of you there.

Brian: Well that sure is calming. A real pep me up.

Seer: But do not fear. For I can tell you of the way that will get you home safe and sound.

Brian: But damn time! What do I have to do.

Suddenly the pedestal sprang to life as an image of a large temple appeared before them.

Seer: This is the Temple of Realities. Here you can find the way back home. But it will not be a safe trip. The road to the temple is dangerous and while only be more challenging the further you travel.

Brian: Of course. Anything else.

Seer: No. Now be careful young traveler. The road before is challenging, but you are more then capable of succeeding.

Suddenly a light filled the room, blinding Brian. When the light died down, Brian saw he wasn't in the room anymore. They were back in the cave.

Brian: I'm getting sick and tired of this world.....

Brian groaned as he walked down the cave wondering where he was gonna end up.

Brian: People talk about chances all the time. They talk about getting chances to prove themselves. Some complain they aren't getting an by means of backstage politics. They say that someone kissed as and got a spot, they felt they were more deserving of. I will not lie and say I'm not one of those people. Many times I have voiced anger at being passed over for a spot that I felt I deserved. However to be able to realize that you were not right for the job is what separates good wrestlers from bad ones.

The good ones can admit they are not ready for the big one. That they're not ready to carry the title and represent the company. To have the weight of the show all on their back. They can sit back and wait for their opportunity to carry the torch. And when that time comes, they grab the proverbial brass rings and they prove to the world that they are truly some of the best!

The bad ones can do none of these things. They demand to be pushed to the moon even though they can carry the torch. They can't be the one to represent a company. They are victims of their own narcissism and they can't see flaws in them. Flaws are what teach us. They make us better. To not see them is self destruction. Career suicide.

I will admit I have not been ready for the longest time. I have been waiting for my chance to take the main stage. I waited and honed my skills. I've sat in the shadows for when my chance came I would be 100% ready to show the world that I can run with the big dog. 5 years and I never been in a main event. 5 years I've been a wrestler and I never had to chance to show the world that I can be one of the top dogs of not only this company but any company ever.

I can be the best there is. I can be the best there was. I can the best that ever will be. I can go the distance and take on any man, monster, or god. Which leads me to this moment. The moment I've dream about. I have the main event facing the world champion himself. The monster from our childhood. Syn. The man who you never know if he's gonna shake your hand or drive you into the mat. The loose canon aspect of Syn makes him damn near impossible to scout.

When you face the monster you feared as a child, what do you do? Do you pray he destroys himself? Do you live in fear? No. You do known of these things. You stand tall. Stare him dead in the eyes and fight. You fight harder then you even done before. You charge into battle. You fight till you can't move. You fight till your body gives out. You fight till your tank empties. You fight to your legs give out. You fight till your bones turn to dust. You fight till your last breath escapes your lung.

That is how I'm coming to this match. I have no plans on winning. I have no plans on pinning the world champion. To say so would be insane as in, I have a very small window to be able to beat him. All I can say is I'm not backing down. If my fight against Curtis Wilkes last week, I showed everyone that I will never give up. I'd rather pass out before I tap out. And I will come with the same mentality this week. I will never tap out. I won't say I quit. I'm not gonna get pinned, counted out, DQ'd, none of it. They only way to beat me is to get me carried out by medical personal. And no one ever carries me out. I will always walk out of that ring on my own two feet. For accepting help means I was defeated. And I can never be truly defeated as long as I have air in my lungs, and a fire in my heart. A fire that will never go out. A fire that burns hotter then anything on this planet. A fire that fuels me to be the goddamn best wrestler this company has ever and will ever see!

So Syn I am coming for you. Prepare as I am bringing this war to you. I am a God of War and I will revel in the blood of battle. I am not backing down. I am not giving up. I am gonna fight till the end of the universe. This just a match. This isn't just a main event. This is Main Event War.

Brian continues his path looking for the exit. Just ahead of Brian lies a dead end. He looks at the wall in anger as he was led down a wrong path again, however, upon inspection he discovers that the wall has a ladder on it. Looking up, Brian sees that the ladder leads to what appears to be a secret door. Getting excited at finding the exit, Brian quickly climbs up the ladder. When he reaches the top, he unlocks the latch and slowly lifts the door. He pokes his head through to see that he has found a way out of the cave. He throws the door open and pokes his head out smiling ear to ear.

Brian: Bout damn time I got out of that cave!

Brian then hears the sound of guns being cocked. He also realizes he wasn't alone in the room. There was now 25 guns all pointed right at his head by a group of what appeared to be pirates.

Captain: And what do we have hear? A thief?

Brian: Oh fuck.

-To Be Continued-

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The scene opens to an all white room.

Brian: Hi there. Brian Stryker here. You're all probably wondering what's gonna happen next. Well as a formality I'm here to do a quick prewrap on everything that happened so far. You know those "last time on" shit. Everything started when I found myself in this back assward world straight of Lewis Carrol's nightmares. I find myself reunited with Milton, everyone's favorite flying turtle and get greeted by a Jabberwocky.

That is when Milton hovers into the shot.

Milton: What are you doing?

Brian: Filling the audience in on what happened.

Milton: Well hurry up! We have things to do!

Brian: Calm your reptile tits. I'm getting there! Anyways. After escaping the Jabberwocky, I ended up in an old house filled with creepy Victorian dolls. After getting the shit scared out of me again, I traveled into a cave and was discovered by the Xoltons.

Cadhilla: What about the Xoltons?

Brian: Where did you come from?

Cadhilla: Milton brought me!

Brian: MILTON!

Milton: What? I thought it would be nice to get her out of that cave!

Brian: How did you even find this place? We are in a plane of non existence! This is practically purgatory!

Milton: We went through the front door.

Brian: I gotta remember to lock that damn thing. Now where was I? Oh yes. After being taken in by the Xoltons, I traversed deeper into the cave to find the white room with the Blind Seer. There she told me to find the Temple of Realities, which would lead me home. After finally escaping the cave, I found myself in the company of pirates, which leads right into this adventure! So sit back and enjoy!
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Brian stared up at the horde of pirates as they pointed their firearms at his face. The fact that they looked like the stereotypical Jack Sparrow/Johnny Depp pirate actually amazed Brian, since everything else in this world was different. One of the pirates grabbed Brian by the scruff of his neck and tossed him onto the floor.

Captain: Now before I blow your head off, tell me. Why are you here? Trying to steal my treasures? A Stowaway!

Brian: What? NO! I was just trying to get out of the caves!

Captain: Impossible. We are at sea right now!

Brian: You're kidding.

Brian sprang to his feet and ran to the closet window and pressed his face against the glass. What he saw made his heart drop. The pirate was right. They were in the middle of the ocean. In fact, it was impossible for him to be on this ship and yet here he was. This world was getting more and more bizarre to Brian.

Captain: Now what to do wit you. Make you walk the plank and feed you to the sharks? Or just fill you full of lead?

Brian: Is there a door number three where you don't kill me and we become best friends for life?

The Captain let out a hearty laugh, followed by his crew. Brian wasn't sure if he should like this or not.

Captain: That is a funny one. But no. Now make a choice! Or we'll make it for you!

Milton: What are we gonna do Brian? I'm to young to die!

Brian: You? You're a friggen turtle! You can swim! I'm 196 pounds of shark food!

Milton: The way you smell? Yeah right!

Captain: Is that a talking turtle?!

Brian look at the captain who seemed scared for some reason.

Brian: Yeah.....what of it?

Captain: IT'S THE DEMON TURTLE!

The captain and his crew all screamed in fear as the coward into the corner. Brian and Milton looked at each other confused but quickly grew evil smiles.

Brian: Do as you say or my demon turtle will get you!

Brian then held Milton up in the air.

Milton: I WILL EAT YOUR EYE LASHES!

Brian: *whispering* Eye lashes?

Milton: Yeah.

Captain: Oh demon turtle! We'll do whatever you say! Just don't eat our lashes!

Milton: Then give us passage on this ship!

Captain: We will!

Milton: Very good then!

Brian lowered Milton as the pirates got out of the room as fast as possible, leaving Brian and the captain.

Captain: Don't think this means I'm gonna like you!

Brian: Okay Captain Smelly Beard.

Captain: It's Captain Blackjack!

Brian: Whatever Smelly Beard.

Brian exited the room, getting smacked in the face with the salt air and the wind. It was a refreshing smell compared the smell of the cave. At least it didn't reek of moles or whatever. Brian walked over to the railing and looked down at the water. It was clear and clean. Brian could see the marine life swim by. Everything from fish to dolphins. It was an amazing sight to see.

Pirate: So, how did you sneak onto this ship? Blackjack checks every inch of the ship to prevent stowaways.

Brian: To tell you the truth, no idea myself. I kinda stop trying to figure shit out.

Pirate: Well I'd keep my nose clean and not give Captain a reason to put one in your head.

Brian: Thanks. Keep that in mind.

Milton: Why are we on this ship anyways?

Brian: Beats me. Figure that blind bitch did this. You know since she doesn't give a fuck about the laws of physics and stuff.

Milton: And still won't accept me.

Brian: Much easier to understand then you.

Milton was about to argue when the Captain walked back onto the deck.

Blackjack: Set the sails! Weigh anchor! You! Demon carrier! I’ll give you this warning. You will not touch anything or I will have you thrown overboard.

Brian lifted a finger and placed it on the railing of the boat.

Brian: Touch.

Blackjack growled in anger as he walked off, leaving Brian alone with his laughter.

Milton: Don’t push your luck with this guy. Remember what that seer said. Dying here means dying back in reality.

Brian: I know just having some fun. Been awhile since I could be a dick to people.

The hours flew by as Brian walked around the deck, watching these pirates work. They were everything he imagined pirates to be without looking like Johnny Depp rip-offs. They even sang old see shanties which Brian found amusing. He was living the dreams of 8 year olds and some odd 50 year olds everywhere. Being out on the open sea, Brian understood the allure of it. The fresh air, soft breeze, and the sense of freedom was addicting. If Brian wasn’t already on a trip to do something he would stay on this ship forever.
As the hours turned into days, Brian found himself relaxing more than ever. He sat on the deck, legs hanging over the side, whistling “It’s a Pirate life For Me.” He listened to the gulls sing their song as the minutes ticked by.

Milton: What’s the plan when we get to shore?

Brian: Plan? I never have a plan!

Milton: That is true. You tend to fly by the seat of your pants.

Brian: Thank you.

Milton: That wasn’t a complement. You never think ahead.

Brian: Eh, I hate thinking ahead. Too much brain work.

Milton: Well maybe you should start. We got a lot before us and planning can make all the difference.

Brian: I’ll think about it.

Pirate: Land ho!

Blackjack: This is where you get off.

Brian: Oh…..you can dock?

Blackjack: No.

Brian:…….got a life boat for me?

Blackjack: No.

Brian: Well I’m not swimming there, so how we doing this?

Blackjack grew an evil smile which made Brian worry about what was going through this hairy man’s scurvy mind. Next thing Brian knows, he’s stuck inside a barrel that was being loaded into a cannon.

Brian: WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING! THIS CAN NOT BE SAFE!

Pirate: Don’t worry, we do it all the time!

Brian: What’s the survivor’s rate?

Pirate: There isn’t one.

Brian was going to protest but the moment he saw Blackjack lit the fuse, he knew there was no point attempting to get out.

Blackjack: Nice trip demon carrier!

The spark entered the canon, igniting the black powder, propelling the barrel into the sky. Brian screamed at the top of his lungs as the wind rushed against his face.

Brian: THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!

Milton: YOU THINK!?

The barrel soared through the air, leaving the ship far behind as the land got closer and closer.

Brian: I hope this barrel has an airbag!

Closer and closer the land got and the barrel showed no signs of slowing down. That was when Brian noticed that with his trajectory he was gonna get slammed into a tree. Brian curled as much into the barrel as he braced for deep impact. With the force of a big rig, the barrel smashed into the tree, shattering.

Brian: First rule of gravity…..it doesn’t work until you look down!

Milton: That only works in cartoons!

Brian: Worth a shot!

Brian fell from the top of the tree, hitting every branch on the way down. After hitting the ground, Brian just lay there, every part of his body aching.

Brian: Remind me to add that the list “Shit I am never gonna do.”

Milton: Gotcha…….

Brian sat up slowly and rubbed his sore neck.

Brian: Sometimes life doesn’t happen in the way you hope. Whether it’s not winning a match or getting Evel Knievel’d out of a cannon in a friggen barrel. But when it does happen to you, you can do two things. Ether lay on the ground and wallow in pain or get up and get back into the barrel and say “Let’s do it again but let’s add fire to it”! I plan on getting back up. Not just from this wreck, but from the outcome of my match last week against the world heavyweight champion Syn. I may have lost but I can say for damn sure, I took the man to the limit and beyond. And that was my goal from the start. I wanted to show the world that I can go with the best of this business. It was a matter of respect.

Speaking of respect, last week on saw the most disrespect I have ever seen in my entire life. That little asswipe Jay Thunder sold his soul again and sided with Morgan Simmons and used yet another briefcase to steal the Platinum Championship from Reaper. And on top of that he was wrongfully fired by our Fascist GM. That is the straw that broke the camel’s back for him. Jay Thunder better pray who ever the board picks as his opponent isn’t me because I plan on ending some careers.

Moving on, this week I am facing Mya, one of the four handpicked that are competing for my Broadcast title at Anarchy. She has the chance to get some serious momentum by beating a former Broadcast champion and the last champion to respect the division. But sadly, I am not rolling over for this girl. There’s no doubt she has a few tricks up her sleeves as she’s Smith Jones’ main squeeze, at least until someone else comes along. So I have to prepare for the unexpected.

The two of you call yourself S&M and are supposed to be crazy in the head. Abducting Brytain and “torturing” her last rapture doesn’t make you psychotic or play mind games. It just angers a lot of people. You opened Pandora’s box and all the evil is coming out to get you. Sadly there’s no way to close the box so you have to face your punishment.

Mya, I hope you’re prepared to face someone you never faced before. I am a monster in the ring. I am the innovator of submissions! I can twist and bend your body in ways you never thought imaginable. I know ways that can make your bones crack and your joints pop out. It will be the most horrible pain you ever experienced and will ever experience. You can beg for mercy all you want but you will receive none.

Rapture marks the beginning of a new night. And with every new night a new chance to create as much mayhem and destruction as possible in one night. And let’s just say it’s gonna be an eventful night not just for me but for PCW. The foundation of Rapture will never be the same again. You can take that to the bank!

Brian got to his feet slowly and grabbed Milton. The two slowly walked through these woods wondering what was gonna happen next. That was when the sound of a sweet song filled the air. Curiosity got the better of the two as they moved towards the song. When they got to the end, Brian went to move the thicket in front of him, wondering what was waiting on the other side.

TO BE CONTINUED!