| We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| A High Definition 5 Star Experience; HD5* RP #1 | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Sep 9 2009, 10:00 PM (163 Views) | |
| Cage Stryker | Sep 9 2009, 10:00 PM Post #1 |
![]()
The One Man Legacy
|
Voice over: Heroes are men who pull through against adversity. Men who conquer the unconquerable. Men willing to stand up against the world and stare it right in the eyes, and tell it "I will prevail." Heroes are people who try, when failure is certain. Men who die for more than just what they believe in, but for what everyone believes in. For what's right. Heroes may go through life like failures, never truly accomplishing their goals, but for merely shooting for the stars, they're better than the average man. Suddenly, the voice over fades. And we're in a TV studio. Cage Stryker stands in a set designed to look like a kitchen. He holds a box of cereal, and is surrounded by kids of various degrees of amputation. Cage Stryker: Strykero's are the favorite breakfast cereal of all these little heroes. Get a box today, and you'll be supporting war-amps in your community. Everyone seems satisfied. A director is in the back. Director: CUT! Cage leaves the set, and immediately bee-lines for the green room. one of his agents, Laura, is immediately behind him. She follows, dressed in a knee length business suit, and with thick plastic framed glasses. She looks younger than her thirty, and all in all pretty good. Cage is in his entrance attire; a pair of red trunks, red knee pads, red and black boots, and a red hooded sweater. The hood is down, but he tugs it up, when Laura tries to talk to him. Laura Hunter: Cage- Cage Stryker: I'm not talking to you. I'm not talking to any of you. I can't believe you just made me do that. Laura Hunter: What? It's business, Cage. Cage Stryker: It's not business, Laura. It's f**kin' monstrous. That's what it is. Cage wheels on his heel, and looks at Laura. Cage Stryker: We just told the entire country, using my moderate fame as someone I am no longer acknowledging myself as, to sell a shitty, overpriced cereal that doesn't probably even donate money to war amps. I hate Kellogg's. I hate Warner Brothers, for owning my soul, and I hate you, Wes, and Tony, for putting me up to this bullshit. Did you see those kids. Laura Hunter: They loved you. Cage Stryker: They didn't love me Laura. They loved Alfred. They loved that they can turn on their T.V. sets and see me. I feel lower than dirt right now. Cage turns and goes into the green room, and Laura follows. Cage sits in a huge comfy chair, and puts his head in his hands. Cage Stryker: What do you people expect from me? Laura Hunter: Cage, you're never like this. In fact, before right now, I'd have told you that I think you're an uncompassionate son of a bitch, and thought you'd make a joke of this. Cage Stryker: Uncompassionate? Laura, f**k you. I make jokes about shit like that when it's not right there in front of me. I got a little kid who lost his arm to a bus, Laura, a bus he was waiting for so he could go to school! A little girl who lost her leg to a lawn-mower! How could I possibly make a joke of that? They've been through more in their short lives than I've been through in the entirety of mine. I can't imagine the pain. Laura Hunter: Well, I guess the cold hearted Cage Stryker has a soft-spot. Cage Stryker: A soft-spot? What do you take me for? That girl hobbles and she's eight! That kid can't play little league, and just last year he stole second base at 4'2". Laura Hunter: Cage, when did they tell you all of this. Cage Stryker: In the meeting session you lot signed me up for without telling me. I spent a whole afternoon with each kid. I spent four afternoons wanting to cry, and in fact, last night I did. Why would you make me go through with that. Laura Hunter: You? Why did I make you go through that? Cage, listen to yourself. You're being a selfish prick. You're more worried about how you feel about those kids- a perfectly healthy, beautiful feeling called compassion- because now you had one rough night. They have rough nights every night, Cage. They have rough f**king lives! They don't want your f**king pity, you bastard, they want your respect. Your support. Your f**king autograph would put a smile on their face. And who the f**k are you to tell me you're pissed at us? f**k you. You can find your own way home. Laura turns to leave, and Cage stands up. Cage Stryker: You're right. I shouldn't be mad for you guys going and signing me up for this. Or for the experience. But the fact is, I can't deal with these feelings. I'm not the most sensitive, Laura, but I am human. And now I've got another big match of my career ahead of me. I'm nervous. I admit it. Everyone knows I came hella close to losing my title on two separate occasions. I managed to pull it off though…but fact of the matter is Tim or Ronnie either one could have been your new world champion. I don't know. Nothing is being negatively said about me by anyone at this point, except Tim. And I team with the EPIC champ gain, and that benefits all of us. Face it, Laura. This is not the time for me to be doing character building commercials. I should be training relentlessly for my match, trying to prove to EP and all those other brass dudes here that I deserve to be in the spotlight. Prove that I am a World Champion to be proud of. That I deserve a real entrance, and my own CzW T-Shirt. I mean. I've come this far already for a year and a half. My potential is obvious, anyone will admit that. Though I suppose it goes without saying that I'm deserving of praise. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being cocky, or anything. I'm telling it like it is. I showed the world at Summer Showdown that I am capable of making it in this industry. I’ve won multiple grueling matches, and established myself as probably the top star on CzW. In fact, I wonder how they could possibly be doing without me. I'm going back to keep defending the championship after this match, and frankly, I plan to be the champion for a long time. They'll give up and assume that I've broken the mold, and just abolish the federation before I lose that belt. And why? Not because of my attitude. But because in the ring, I do exactly what I say I'm going to do. I win. I come through when it's all on the line. And I do so without an extra-ordinary amount of skill to my name. All I have is some heart, some drive, and some desire. All intangibles. But yet, in my possession. I'm not a Hero. I'm The Hero. Not a savior, but a glimpse of hope for the future of pro-wrestling. Every day, this industry gets watered down, a little more. And every day, I'm forced to wrestle someone with less desire and determination than I have. Come Overdrive, I'll be facing some of the top guys in this company. Finally, a chance to display myself in front of the world, instead of just curtain jerking in one match. I'm going to turn heads, and not just because of the way the light hits my rather tan figure. I'm going to go until there's nothing left in this match. Laura Hunter: Cage... Don't get hurt for the sake of this match. You have your CzW World Tite to consider. Cage Stryker: Yes, but all you have to consider is your pay check. I'm going for a blank one, and I'm positive my mouth isn't writing one that my ass can't cash. I'm not afraid of anyone on the CzW roster. And why should I be? What's the worst they can do to me? Pin me? I'm not undefeated or anything, and it won't kill me. So bring your worst, CzW. And if I fail, I'll return to the bottom and continue my dominance. But mark my words....I'll be one of the biggest names ever in the CzW soon enough. And I'm not going to be any easier to handle then. The scene fades to black, as Cage starts to change. Laura leaves the room, in a daze of confusion. This time, the scene opens in the backstage area. A CzW interviewer is waiting, looking like they have something better to do. Something that might involve either masturbation, or GTAIV. Both of which will get you off, if you do it right. It's Jenny Jacobs, though, so we can imagine that it's some feminist rally or something she's missing. Or f**kin' CSI. Because under that tough exterior, she's still a drama loving woman. There's no other kind. It's around the time that this realization sinks in that we see Cage Stryker, walking around in tights, because pro-wrestlers always wear tights, and a hoody. He goes over to her, and nods. Cage Stryker: Hey, thanks for coming Jenny. Jenny Jacobs: Damage made me, so save your praise, Stryker. Alright, I've got a few questions, than I'm out. But I ain't interested, so don't take too long as if you're explaining it to me. Cage Stryker: Well, that's rude. But okay. Jenny Jacobs: First question. You were the hot topic around here since your performance in way back in 08. And now, you think you’re at the bottom of the barrel. An algae feeding catfish among the wrestlers of CzW. Why? Cage Stryker: Why? You bring me in here. You ask me why I think I’m the bottom feeder here on Overdrive. It’s simple…I’m not facing any he names right now. I’m fighting top contenders…but nowhere near guys like Pablo and Ace have faced. And I’m left off the cards quite often and I keep tagging…but yet no one has offered me a tag title shot. Which is fine, I’m content being the Champion…I just wish I was in the mix like all other champs before me. And now…for the last couple of months I’ve been CzW’s whipping boy. No matter how many times I’ve fought my ass off…I still find myself laying face down in a pool of blood. EP and I have been striking at The Entourage…the blimey bastards still overcome us. But it’s okay…I think a little Five Star Definition will be brought on once more against two of our rivals in Ronnie McNeill and Justin Marsham. But more than that, I don't know. We got one hell of some awesome poetry in motion…EP and I. We’ve teamed before…and surprised the world at how well we worked together…but would you expect any less from a 5 * Superstar and High Definition. And we’ll do it again…cause that’s how XtC and Cage Stryker roll. And now here we are goin into Overdrive pumped ready to do what we did at Hatewave Jenny Jacobs: You realize, Stryker, that Ronnie is going to want a little bit of vengeance from Hatewave. After all you spoiled his homecoming by getting the 1...2...3. And Simply Ronnie…he’s unpredictable when he locks his sights on to what he wants. He’s a two time TV champion…a one time MitB winner…he set his mind…and he delivered…how do you plan to beat that. Cage Stryker: I imagine I'll pin him. But before that, I'm just going to wrestle my way, and see if I can't cope with whatever crazy backdrop this match has. I’ll do exactly like I did at Hatewave. He came ready for a fight…ad I was prepared…easily overcoming the odds. It’s what I do. I entertain and impress because I am that damn good. CzW has put me against some of the greats…and I came out on top. I am on fire. Jenny Jacobs: What are you talking about? You‘re record is so so here in the CzW. Cage Stryker: So, I’ve lost a few. Am I dead? Jenny Jacobs: No... Cage Stryker: Am I waving a white flag? Jenny Jacobs: No, but God knows you should star- Cage Stryker: Am I waving a white flag or not!? Jenny Jacobs: No, you're not. Cage had yelled, for those of you who can't hear typed words. Jenny rolled her eyes for those reader who are reading this blindly, using some kind of magical Braille monitor. For those of you with good imaginations, you know what's going on here. So keep reading. Cage Stryker: Then I haven't been defeated. I've lost. I've been unsuccessful a few times. But I am far from beaten. I said it on the Preview Show, even if I did get embarrassed later on. But I am the future of this company. This industry. I'm a future Hall of Famer at my age. Do you even know how uncommon it is for there to be a twenty four year old Hall of Famer? Jenny Jacobs: I did my homework, Stryker. You're in the Hall of Fame as a joke, and nothing more. What makes you think you can come to a competitive place like CzW and actually do something? Cage Stryker: Because I don't give up after a few losses. Because I don't cower in the face of a perfect record, without even knowing the stipulation. Without even wanting to know the stipulation, I'm going to walk down to that ring, or whatever has replaced it for our match, and mop the floor with those two jabronis. And when we've got it looking f**kin' great, we'll look at one another, smile, and give each other a thumbs up. Then, we're going to go get a drink to a job well done. And after the show starts, I'm going to come back out, look that same man in the face, and slap it, for calling me 'boy' last week. Stryker gives a smirk, and quirks his eyebrow, a parody of ever popular pro-wrestler, The Crock. Then he carries on, shaking his head. Cage Stryker: Just kidding. I don’t mop floors anymore. I make heads turn. You watch. Just like after the last Pay Per View, Cage Stryker is going to be coming out of everyone’s mouth. And in some mouths, likely, but let’s keep this rated PG. Look, I’ve got a distinct advantage over those guys. I’m a wrestler. See these tights? They’re a clear indication that I do this for a living, walking around being smart mouthed. I would wear sunglasses indoors, but I can never seem to find the right ones for my face and...ugh, you wouldn’t get it. You’re hardly fashionable yourself. Jenny looks thoroughly offended, being told she’s unfashionable by a man in green and yellow tights and a hoody. Jenny Jacobs: What? You are calling me unfashionable? This dress is straight from Paris. Cage Stryker: Should have stayed there. Doesn’t do any justice to your eyes. Anyway, do you have any more questions? The answer is, no, I’m not free tonight. I’m flattered though, maybe another time? Jenny looks disgusted. Jenny Jacobs: Ewe, I don’t date losers like you. Cage Stryker: What? Date? I think you misinterpreted my meaning. But I don’t think anyone will misinterpret the words coming out of my mouth next. Ronnie and Justin had better have my locker room clean. Because if I see even one stain, I’ll make sure this match isn’t the only thing they lose. That’s right. If they can’t win against me, their records remain tainted. And we have no reason to keep them around, because Mexicans will do as good a job sweeping for less money. So mark my words, guys. Keep the floor clean. I wouldn’t want you to make a mess of yourself while I lay you out and give you a chance to check if you need to change any light bulbs. Jenny Jacobs: Wow. Strong words from a pale, prick who can hardly wrestle. Cage Stryker: Now, if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got shit to do. When Cage says the word ‘shit’ his eyes light up like he means something important. Maybe he’s the one in a rush to see CSI. But probably not. He hates that shit. And it’s not the playoffs, because game one is tomorrow. So, where is he going to with that smirk on his face? The scene opens backstage at a CzW event, the hallway occupied by a certain…English jumping Bean…EPIC mighty mouse, in Pablo. Rounding the corner, however, is a fairly exhausted looking Cage Stryker, who pays no attention as he pushes Pablo out of the way. The slightly hyper man grabs Stryker’s arm, smirking as he looks over. EP: Are you ready for this man? I know everybody was talkin bout Ronnie leading up to the match…but you were the man to make it happen. f**k man, you know XtC has your back. You weren’t completely overlooked. Cage: Completely overlooked, huh? Should I remind you that 90% of the wrestling community's calling anything but me winning an upset? Should I remind you that not a damn man in this match has a victory over me? Or should I remind you that there’s not a man in this company who can outlast me when it matters? EP: Hey, I passed the X-Division torch to you man. I don’t doubt you in the least…nor does any of us in XtC. You are the man…and I think you’ll do the same for the World Title. Cage smiles at El Pablo and shakes his hand. The stare isn’t exactly returned, though, as Pablo’s more or less off in his own world. Cage: No, I'm not overlooked...I'm in the spotlight. I'm the man everyone's gunning for. And whether they realize it or not, I'm the man who's throwing each and every one of them out of the ring. Now let’s do this shit. Pablo turns to look at Cage, the two staring a hole through each other. Cage playfully pushes Pablo out of the way with his shoulder and makes his way further down the hallway, arms folded across his chest as he pushes into a room…where Ryan Lewis and a cameraman are set up. Cage smirks a little bit, shaking his head and looking up at the roof for a minute. Ryan: Ah, Cage, are yo— Cage: Don’t act like we’re friends…I’m here to give a message to two people in specific. I’m not interested in listening to any little personal stories or anything. Ryan: Oh, y-yeah, okay. Just…let’s get everything set up and you can go ahead. Ryan hurriedly sets the interview up, much to Cage’s chagrin. The camera points right at the current World Champ and CzW’s interviewer, Cage shaking his head as the cameraman signals five, four, three, two…then points at Ryan. Ryan: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Ryan Lewis and with me at this time is the man many feel is the favorite going into the Tag Match on Overdrive this weekend; please welcome, Cage Stryker. Cage the hype for this match has surrounded four men: yourself, El Pablo, Ronnie McNeill, and Justin Marsham. We’ll be speaking with your partner Pablo after this interview. CzW cameras have caught your, um…candid opinions of your opponents, but I’m curious…you seem to be absolutely certain that neither Ronnie nor Justin either one can stand up to you. Why? Cage: Have they yet? I’ve been in this company for close to a year and a half at this point, and I can count on my fingers the men who’ve beaten me. Ronnie McNeill? Not one of ‘em. Justin Marsham? Not one of ‘em. It doesn’t matter what the press says, it doesn’t matter what some punk on the internet writes, the fact of the matter is this. This Sunday, Cage Stryker returns to his rightful place; the one that CzW management decided to hand as a gift to Tim Timmons. Ryan: You really don’t feel like anyone puts up a threat? Cage: Listen…I don’t care if it’s Ronnie or Justin. Sure, they can put up a threat. I won’t deny that. That would just be moronic. Everyone is a threat…but you know…with me and EP functioning as a cohesive unit…the real threat is us. We showed Tim and Justin that before Fade 2 Black. Now we get to show Ronnie and Justin the same thing…except this time it’s after Hatewave. Pablo and I came out the winners in that PPV. We have the momentum going into Overdrive. El Pablo will speak more on his own behalf when I’m done…but right now…there are two top dawgs in the CzW…and that is myself and EP. We are the kings of this federation and we welcome Ronnie and Justin to attempt to dethrone us. Ryan: On a curious note…we heard something going on in the hallway before you came in…were you involved in it? Cage: Damn it man…is this more of that is Cage Stryker XtC stuff? Cause if it is, the answer is the same as it was from Hatewave. I don’t know…but we are pulled together because of a common enemy in the Entourage. We watched as Serena turned on her friend Ruth…we watched as Serena not only caused not only her own sister…but myself as well to once again fall victim to the FN Boss’s Tyranny. If XtC wants me…they know where to find me…otherwise…we’re just strong allies. Ryan: Well…not exactly…but I guess you’re meaning way back upon your return… Cage: Wow, you are a bright one, aren’tcha? Yeah, way back near my return, I teamed with Mike Monroe as a lumberjack. Then I would go one to ref for the fatal four way X-division match. I’ve been seen chumming around with XtC for a bit…and teamed with them several times…but in the end…like I said…it’s all because of a common enemy. If it’s meant to be more…time will decide that for us. Ryan: Lately, you’ve been talking about people believing you’ve “gone too far” with something…can you explain that for us? Cage: No. Ryan: Umm…o-okay, but that takes a lot out of the interview. Cage: Believe me, if I cared, I’d be explaining. I don’t know why you people keep calling me for interviews when you know I hate them. Next time, remember to keep your questions pertinent to the match, not to my life, or don’t bother calling me. I know how you interviewers have a tendency to bend words to fit your own sinister purposes. Cage gets up to his feet, turning and leaving the room and the interview, leaving Ryan looking to the door with a blank look in his eyes. Ryan: Now I see why she hates when he does that… The camera cuts out for a moment, cutting back to the typical camcorder feed of late for Stryker. Alone in a locker room, Stryker looks around for a moment, shaking his head and sighing quietly. Sick of the backstage idiots…drunks, morons, and people who don’t know their place. It truthfully amazes me that some people backstage keep their jobs, let alone find themselves on the cusp of glory. The ability for these guys, boys like Ronnie and Justin, to say they’re even close to the skill level of Cage Stryker is laughable at best…yet they stand on the edge of greatness, on the brink of earning something they might never earn on their own: a World Championship shot… And here I stand…bound and determined to dash all of their hopes. A villain, it might make me…but everyone in that locker room knows they’d never stand a chance one-on-one against me…So, I step into the ring this Sunday to establish the pecking order once again… And if it means I obsess over success for one more night, so be it… Stryker shakes his head a bit, reaching into his gear bag on the other side of the camcorder. Lifting it up and slinging it over his shoulder, a knock comes at the door. Cage opens the door revealing the man…the mouse…the legend…El Pablo. EP: Come on now. You can’t leave before your partner gets to put Ryan in his place too. Cage smiles. Cage: You’re right…I enjoy watchin the El Pablo experiences. I wouldn’t miss it. Maybe you can hit Ronnie and Justin more where it hurts than I did. EP: Heh, I’ll try to make the champ proud. Both men laugh as they return to where Ryan still waits…gaped mouth and wide eyed.. Cage: Go get em Five Star. Hopefully they're warmed up for ya. EP gives him a thumbs up and walks over to Ryan Lewis. |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · RP Archives · Next Topic » |
| Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
2:22 PM Jul 11
|
powered by podcast garden
Hosted for free by ZetaBoards · Privacy Policy






2:22 PM Jul 11