Post by The Hitman on May 9, 2012 21:40:30 GMT -4
Steve Stryker stayed in Kentucky, not because he enjoyed the scenery so much, but because he drank so much after his victory over Warren Peace that he took a day off to nurse his hangover. Stryker woke up a few minutes ago, but kept his eyes shut as he got a feeling for his surroundings. As he opens his eyes he starts mentally checking all of the normal trouble spots. His hands are fine, no extraneous bruises; knee is doing fine, and to the best of his knowledge, no black eye. Well, that’ at least it doesn’t seem like he got into a bar fight after his hard fought victory against Warren Peace.
Stryker had a feeling all along that he was going to beat Warren, but with it being his first match in APW he really needed to make a big impression in the first match. It was a close match sure, as it came down to one reversal of a pin to get the win. But now, Stryker has some momentum going into the final Meltdown before the Meltdown Super Show following Mayhem on May 21st. He’s found out that President Jeff is looking to bring up some talent from Meltdown to start on Overdrive after the Super Show so the next two matches are going to be incredibly important
Stryker rolls himself out of bed and stands up looking around his small hotel room. APW provided the room for Monday night but not for last night so, he decided to downgrade until he starts making some more money. He’s got a room in Charleston, WV but he was in no condition to drive yesterday. He doesn’t remember much of what happened, but, again, as there are no noticeable injuries, it’s apparently not a great story. Convincing himself out of that one.
Stryker begins to get his stuff together and looks around the room for any clothes he may have thrown about in his drunken stooper. The room is truly a modest one, twin size bed, desk and chair, small mini-bar, and a 24” TV on the desk. Hey, it’s a flat screen though! The bathroom had a stand-in shower, no tub, toilet, and a sink. Nothing spectacular about it, but it works. Stryker checks underneath the bed for anything he left. Nothing there. He loads up his bag and zips it up. Time to say goodbye to his home for the past 24 hours. He’ll do his best to not get too choked up about it.
Stryker makes his way to the front desk to drop off his key. As he approaches he notices that the woman working the front desk is very attractive. He does not remember her from last night, no way that she could’ve been working there, he would’ve made pass after pass and she would be running right now if that were the case. But she was standing there like it was her job. Oh, right.
“Hello, I’d like to check out.” Stryker; the ladies’ man.
“Yes of course sir, what was your room number?”
“Uh, 112 I believe, last name Stryker. You can call me Steve.” There he goes, laying down the big lines.
“Yes, right sir. Thank you. Ok, looks like we have some mini-bar charges and some PPV movies also.”
Everything single option started going through Stryker’s head? Pay-per-view movies? Oh good god, this woman is going to see that he watched Midget Heaven 7, or Receptionist taking it in the Rear or something like that. Mini-bar charges? He needed more to drink? Oh God.
The front desk woman, whose name tag says that her name is Ashley, prints out a list of the chargers and puts it on the desk in front of Stryker.
Stryker searches through it quickly. Nip of vodka, nip of whiskey. Alright, not a good start. Two Pabst Blue Ribbons. Ok, here we are PPV movies. Ice Age 3? What the fuck?
“Um, Ashley is it? Yes, Ashley, I don’t know about this purchase of Ice Age 3. The alcohol and beer make sense, but I don’t know why on earth I’d be watching Ice Age 3.”
“Let me take a look at what time you ordered it sir.”
“Yes please.” Ice Age 3? That’s more embarrassing than Back Door Sluts 9.
Ashley punches up a few keys on the keyboard.
“Sir, it looks like you purchased this at 8pm last night.”
“I feel like I was asleep then, I don’t remember much from yesterday.”
“Sir, could that have anything to do with the other purchases on your bill?”
Oh great, now Ashley thinks Stryker is a drunk who likes to watch little kids movies. Oh well, $7 for one night of a movie he will never remember. Can’t start arguing about money in front of a beautiful woman.
“Good point. Oh well, hopefully I enjoyed it in whatever state I was in at the time.” Oh Stryker is definitely getting laid tonight.
Stryker signs the bill and returns his key to Ashley. As he passed the key, their hands grace each other quickly, Stryker tries to stay in the moment, but Ashley is clearly not interested in being hit on before noon. Must be a policy of hers. No way that Stryker’s undeniable charm isn’t working.
Stryker walks over to his car, unlocks the door, and gets inside the car. Puke in the passenger seat. That’s a great sign. It’s about a 3 hour drive from Lexington, KY to Charleston, WV. This should be a fun three hours. He rolls down all the windows and begins the drive.
Three Hours Later
It smells like puke even with the windows down. What a disgusting smell. Stryker is going to have to return this rental and get a new car. He got the insurance, didn’t he? Stryker wants to go take a look at the arena before the match on Monday against Carmen Rivera. Carmen Rivera, sexy name. This will be Stryker’s biggest challenge to date, not just the fact that she’s a solid competitor, but also that he needs to monitor himself that he doesn’t overlook her. While he knows that she’s a good wrestler and won her match last week, there is the glaring issue of her being female that is causing issues with Stryker. He had never gotten in a ring with a woman before, but obviously this is going to have to change. Stryker needs to make a name for himself while he has a chance before Mayhem. Now that he’s had his first match and has gotten into the swing of things, he’s excited to start getting working on something and making a run at a title.
Stryker was getting lost in his own head as he pulled up to the arena. Stryker noticed an APW van in the arena so he decided to pull up beside it. Well, a few spots over, no need for them to know about this puke smell. Stryker gets out of his car and walks over to the truck. There were two people unloading equipment off the truck. One looked like a slightly in better shape Artie Lange and the other more like an out of shape Adam Corolla. Very odd.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Stryker, social butterfly.
“Sorry, can’t get you backstage passes.” Artie said without looking up.
“Haha, no, I’m good, thanks bud. You guys need any help?” Chivalry isn’t dead.
“We still can’t give you a backstage pass.” Corolla clearly wasn’t looking at him. Hopefully.
“Guys, I’m Steve Stryker. I’m a Meltdown wrestler, I had my first match on Monday against Warren Peace, I won remember?” Desperate.
The two looks up at Steve for a second. The slight sense of recognition came over their faces, but still nothing concrete.
“Well, I guess you can help then.”
“Yeah sure, I’ll grab some of this stuff.” Stryker did as he said and grabbed an amplifier.
“So what got you into APW?” Artie asked.
“Odd story really, I used to be an MMA fighter, but I beat up my boss’s son. I needed a life changing event and in a matter of coincidence, APW was on the TV while I was having this life altering conversation with myself.” The two didn’t look too interested.
“Who are you up against this coming week? Even have a match?” Corolla said like he almost doesn’t believe Stryker is a wrestler.
“A girl, Carmen Rivera, you guys know her?”
“She’s new I think.”
“Pretty hot though.” Artie chimes in.
“I studied up on her match against Bulk Rogaine, she’s pretty talented. Showed that she has plenty of spunk in her.” Oh that came out wrong.
“Oh, I be she has plenty of spunk in her. We’ll see if it’s President Jeff’s spunk after the Super Show and see if she makes it to Overdrive.”
“Watch your mouth man.” Corolla suddenly being a man of the people.
“You know what I mean. She’s tough; she didn’t give up even though Bulk was huge. Had her by about 150 points and she still pulled out the win. But what’s definitely true is that Bulk has no idea what he’s doing anymore.”
“Bulk, that guy is a fool” Artie has so few good things to say about people.
“Bulk is too slow; she’s quick and knew what to do. I’m going to have to be on top of my game on Monday if I want to get another win.”
“Who is it that you beat last week?” Corolla, still skeptical.
“I beat Warren Peace, apparently he was the tag team champions for a bit up on Overdrive but he’s fallen back to reality a bit, and now I walk in and take the guy down even further.”
“Oh yeah, I know that guy. Good job getting the win man.” Corolla starting to believe now.
The three men walked into the arena and dropped the equipment off in their designated area. They started to make their way back to the van.
“You know, we have a camera in the truck if you want to cut a quick promo against Rivera.” Artie offered.
“Oh yeah, that would be great. Let’s get that thing rolling.” Finally a chance for Stryker to cut a real promo.
The three kept walking back towards the van and exchanged a few more pleasantries with each other. Stryker started to get himself mentally prepared for being in front of an official APW camera and finally working out all the things he really wants to say. Artie and Corolla set up the camera and tripod and tell Stryker to start whenever.
“Hello APW, The Hitman Steve Stryker here, live from Charleston, West Virginia. I join you on this wonderful day to introduce myself to all of you, especially Carmen Rivera. I know that last week I came into the APW unheralded and people didn’t quite know what to expect. But I’m here to let you know that what you saw on Meltdown was only the beginning of what I’m capable of. Warren Peace never really stood a chance. Sure he made it close at the end, but I think everyone is pretty damn certain that Steve Stryker was going to be taking home the W at the end of the night.
I know not everyone knows who I am yet, but that’s what I’m here to change right now. As I showed on Meltdown, I know how to wrestle and I especially know how to brawl, but now I’m sure you all want to get to know the man who is The Hitman. I’m Steve Stryker from Detroit, Michigan and my entire life my job has been beating the tar out of people. I’ve done it in rings and I’ve done it outside of bars. Some people may say that my career to this point is somewhat of a cliché. Security, bouncing, MMA fighting, then into the APW. While sure, I may not be the first to take this path, I’m certainly going to make the most out of my past experiences and show the entire APW family just what I’m really capable off.
It’s all going to start Monday on Meltdown against Carmen Rivera. Carmen, I saw your match last week and I won’t lie, I was impressed. You managed to take down the big man Bulk Rogaine and that’s no easy task. I mean, he’s old and has forgotten more about wrestling than he even knows, but credit must be given where credit is due. Let me warn you though Carmen, I am not some old, bald, pushover that you’re going to be able to make quick work of, oh no chance in hell.
At first I’ll admit, I was a bit concerned when I found out that I was going to be getting into the ring with a woman this week. I’ll admit I’m a bit sexist when it comes to wrestling against women. But, in the APW, that kind of attitude can’t be held on for long as obviously one of the most successful world champions of all time was Sally Talfourd. So, I know that I cannot underestimate you Carmen, or your abilities.
Also, despite all my charm and chivalry, I most certainly won’t be going easy on you. At first I thought it was going to be difficult for me to give it my all against you, you know, being concerned that I’d actually hurt you. But, I saw a video of you before your match with Bulk Rogaine, and I have to tell you Carmen, at the face of it all, you’re just a bitch. Being rude to cab drivers, insulting the people who live in the town you’re lucky enough to be wrestling it. Damn it Carmen, you’re just a rotten person. But I see where it comes from.
I see through you Carmen, because in the end, you’re just a scared little girl. The bitchiness and the bad attitude is just a front to your bigger problem of not having faith in yourself. It’s real easy to be tough and angry when you’re going up an old bag like Bulk Rogaine, but not this time Carmen. I’m not some old-bastard that is going to be lumbering around the ring trying to survive. I’m going to attack Carmen, I’m going to beat you down with every move that I have. It’s only a matter of time before I have you in the Chamber Lock and you’re screaming for the ref to call the match.
Because I don’t just want to pin you Carmen. That would be too easy. I weigh a hundred pounds more than you, if you’re shook up at all you won’t be able to get me off of you. No, the true victory would be making you tap out. Hearing the “I give” squirm out of you. That’s when the entire world would hear what a scared girl you really are. When you’re giving up you can’t put on a tough façade like you’re going to end up the better person out of this. Oh no Carmen, you’re going to be seen for what you really are, a never-was who is just dreaming of bigger and better things. You’re in my way as I make my rise to the top Carmen. And when your hand starts slapping the mat, begging the referee to end the match, I’ll be moving forward, and you’ll be stuck back.
Good luck Carmen, you’re going to need it. There’s a bounty out on your head, and the Hitman is here to collect!”
It took a bit, but Stryker liked this little catch-phrase he made for himself. He was feeling good. He looks towards Artie and Corolla to see what their responses would be.
“Good stuff man.” Artie offered up.
Stryker expected more, like ‘Inspired! Brilliant! Never seen better!’ It’s a work in progress, Stryker knew it would be. But that felt good, that felt smooth. He was going to fight his hardest on Monday, not just because he wanted to win, but because he really wanted to beat Carmen Rivera. She really was kind of a bitch. It was time to put hat woman in her place.
“Thanks guys, I’m going to get going back to the hotel. Let’s get a drink after Meltdown on Monday though.” Stryker, man of the people.
“Thanks for the help.” Corolla and Artie both kind of mouthed.
Stryker realized that he had never even gotten their names. Oh well, he probably wouldn’t meet them for drinks unless they happened to go to the bar that he was at by accident. Stryker was one of the odd few that really enjoyed drinking alone. And it wasn’t about being an alcoholic or trying to escape the world. It was mostly that he couldn’t stand listening to anyone else’s bullshit when they were drunk. He has to listen to his own voice in his head enough.
Stryker gets into his rental car. The puke smell is just far too much. Time to make a quick stop to Enterprise before the hotel. This road to Meltdown feels a lot better than it did last week leading up to his match with Warren Peace. Last week there was a lot of confusion leading up to his first match, not sure how good he was going to be or what he was capable of in the ring. This week he feels better about it, this week there is a clear confidence as he makes his way down the road away from the arena.
This week, Stryker was going to enter that ring knowing that he could win. This week, Stryker was the one to beat, he was the favorite. Time to step up for the Hitman. Time to show the world what he’s made of.
Stryker had a feeling all along that he was going to beat Warren, but with it being his first match in APW he really needed to make a big impression in the first match. It was a close match sure, as it came down to one reversal of a pin to get the win. But now, Stryker has some momentum going into the final Meltdown before the Meltdown Super Show following Mayhem on May 21st. He’s found out that President Jeff is looking to bring up some talent from Meltdown to start on Overdrive after the Super Show so the next two matches are going to be incredibly important
Stryker rolls himself out of bed and stands up looking around his small hotel room. APW provided the room for Monday night but not for last night so, he decided to downgrade until he starts making some more money. He’s got a room in Charleston, WV but he was in no condition to drive yesterday. He doesn’t remember much of what happened, but, again, as there are no noticeable injuries, it’s apparently not a great story. Convincing himself out of that one.
Stryker begins to get his stuff together and looks around the room for any clothes he may have thrown about in his drunken stooper. The room is truly a modest one, twin size bed, desk and chair, small mini-bar, and a 24” TV on the desk. Hey, it’s a flat screen though! The bathroom had a stand-in shower, no tub, toilet, and a sink. Nothing spectacular about it, but it works. Stryker checks underneath the bed for anything he left. Nothing there. He loads up his bag and zips it up. Time to say goodbye to his home for the past 24 hours. He’ll do his best to not get too choked up about it.
Stryker makes his way to the front desk to drop off his key. As he approaches he notices that the woman working the front desk is very attractive. He does not remember her from last night, no way that she could’ve been working there, he would’ve made pass after pass and she would be running right now if that were the case. But she was standing there like it was her job. Oh, right.
“Hello, I’d like to check out.” Stryker; the ladies’ man.
“Yes of course sir, what was your room number?”
“Uh, 112 I believe, last name Stryker. You can call me Steve.” There he goes, laying down the big lines.
“Yes, right sir. Thank you. Ok, looks like we have some mini-bar charges and some PPV movies also.”
Everything single option started going through Stryker’s head? Pay-per-view movies? Oh good god, this woman is going to see that he watched Midget Heaven 7, or Receptionist taking it in the Rear or something like that. Mini-bar charges? He needed more to drink? Oh God.
The front desk woman, whose name tag says that her name is Ashley, prints out a list of the chargers and puts it on the desk in front of Stryker.
Stryker searches through it quickly. Nip of vodka, nip of whiskey. Alright, not a good start. Two Pabst Blue Ribbons. Ok, here we are PPV movies. Ice Age 3? What the fuck?
“Um, Ashley is it? Yes, Ashley, I don’t know about this purchase of Ice Age 3. The alcohol and beer make sense, but I don’t know why on earth I’d be watching Ice Age 3.”
“Let me take a look at what time you ordered it sir.”
“Yes please.” Ice Age 3? That’s more embarrassing than Back Door Sluts 9.
Ashley punches up a few keys on the keyboard.
“Sir, it looks like you purchased this at 8pm last night.”
“I feel like I was asleep then, I don’t remember much from yesterday.”
“Sir, could that have anything to do with the other purchases on your bill?”
Oh great, now Ashley thinks Stryker is a drunk who likes to watch little kids movies. Oh well, $7 for one night of a movie he will never remember. Can’t start arguing about money in front of a beautiful woman.
“Good point. Oh well, hopefully I enjoyed it in whatever state I was in at the time.” Oh Stryker is definitely getting laid tonight.
Stryker signs the bill and returns his key to Ashley. As he passed the key, their hands grace each other quickly, Stryker tries to stay in the moment, but Ashley is clearly not interested in being hit on before noon. Must be a policy of hers. No way that Stryker’s undeniable charm isn’t working.
Stryker walks over to his car, unlocks the door, and gets inside the car. Puke in the passenger seat. That’s a great sign. It’s about a 3 hour drive from Lexington, KY to Charleston, WV. This should be a fun three hours. He rolls down all the windows and begins the drive.
Three Hours Later
It smells like puke even with the windows down. What a disgusting smell. Stryker is going to have to return this rental and get a new car. He got the insurance, didn’t he? Stryker wants to go take a look at the arena before the match on Monday against Carmen Rivera. Carmen Rivera, sexy name. This will be Stryker’s biggest challenge to date, not just the fact that she’s a solid competitor, but also that he needs to monitor himself that he doesn’t overlook her. While he knows that she’s a good wrestler and won her match last week, there is the glaring issue of her being female that is causing issues with Stryker. He had never gotten in a ring with a woman before, but obviously this is going to have to change. Stryker needs to make a name for himself while he has a chance before Mayhem. Now that he’s had his first match and has gotten into the swing of things, he’s excited to start getting working on something and making a run at a title.
Stryker was getting lost in his own head as he pulled up to the arena. Stryker noticed an APW van in the arena so he decided to pull up beside it. Well, a few spots over, no need for them to know about this puke smell. Stryker gets out of his car and walks over to the truck. There were two people unloading equipment off the truck. One looked like a slightly in better shape Artie Lange and the other more like an out of shape Adam Corolla. Very odd.
“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Stryker, social butterfly.
“Sorry, can’t get you backstage passes.” Artie said without looking up.
“Haha, no, I’m good, thanks bud. You guys need any help?” Chivalry isn’t dead.
“We still can’t give you a backstage pass.” Corolla clearly wasn’t looking at him. Hopefully.
“Guys, I’m Steve Stryker. I’m a Meltdown wrestler, I had my first match on Monday against Warren Peace, I won remember?” Desperate.
The two looks up at Steve for a second. The slight sense of recognition came over their faces, but still nothing concrete.
“Well, I guess you can help then.”
“Yeah sure, I’ll grab some of this stuff.” Stryker did as he said and grabbed an amplifier.
“So what got you into APW?” Artie asked.
“Odd story really, I used to be an MMA fighter, but I beat up my boss’s son. I needed a life changing event and in a matter of coincidence, APW was on the TV while I was having this life altering conversation with myself.” The two didn’t look too interested.
“Who are you up against this coming week? Even have a match?” Corolla said like he almost doesn’t believe Stryker is a wrestler.
“A girl, Carmen Rivera, you guys know her?”
“She’s new I think.”
“Pretty hot though.” Artie chimes in.
“I studied up on her match against Bulk Rogaine, she’s pretty talented. Showed that she has plenty of spunk in her.” Oh that came out wrong.
“Oh, I be she has plenty of spunk in her. We’ll see if it’s President Jeff’s spunk after the Super Show and see if she makes it to Overdrive.”
“Watch your mouth man.” Corolla suddenly being a man of the people.
“You know what I mean. She’s tough; she didn’t give up even though Bulk was huge. Had her by about 150 points and she still pulled out the win. But what’s definitely true is that Bulk has no idea what he’s doing anymore.”
“Bulk, that guy is a fool” Artie has so few good things to say about people.
“Bulk is too slow; she’s quick and knew what to do. I’m going to have to be on top of my game on Monday if I want to get another win.”
“Who is it that you beat last week?” Corolla, still skeptical.
“I beat Warren Peace, apparently he was the tag team champions for a bit up on Overdrive but he’s fallen back to reality a bit, and now I walk in and take the guy down even further.”
“Oh yeah, I know that guy. Good job getting the win man.” Corolla starting to believe now.
The three men walked into the arena and dropped the equipment off in their designated area. They started to make their way back to the van.
“You know, we have a camera in the truck if you want to cut a quick promo against Rivera.” Artie offered.
“Oh yeah, that would be great. Let’s get that thing rolling.” Finally a chance for Stryker to cut a real promo.
The three kept walking back towards the van and exchanged a few more pleasantries with each other. Stryker started to get himself mentally prepared for being in front of an official APW camera and finally working out all the things he really wants to say. Artie and Corolla set up the camera and tripod and tell Stryker to start whenever.
“Hello APW, The Hitman Steve Stryker here, live from Charleston, West Virginia. I join you on this wonderful day to introduce myself to all of you, especially Carmen Rivera. I know that last week I came into the APW unheralded and people didn’t quite know what to expect. But I’m here to let you know that what you saw on Meltdown was only the beginning of what I’m capable of. Warren Peace never really stood a chance. Sure he made it close at the end, but I think everyone is pretty damn certain that Steve Stryker was going to be taking home the W at the end of the night.
I know not everyone knows who I am yet, but that’s what I’m here to change right now. As I showed on Meltdown, I know how to wrestle and I especially know how to brawl, but now I’m sure you all want to get to know the man who is The Hitman. I’m Steve Stryker from Detroit, Michigan and my entire life my job has been beating the tar out of people. I’ve done it in rings and I’ve done it outside of bars. Some people may say that my career to this point is somewhat of a cliché. Security, bouncing, MMA fighting, then into the APW. While sure, I may not be the first to take this path, I’m certainly going to make the most out of my past experiences and show the entire APW family just what I’m really capable off.
It’s all going to start Monday on Meltdown against Carmen Rivera. Carmen, I saw your match last week and I won’t lie, I was impressed. You managed to take down the big man Bulk Rogaine and that’s no easy task. I mean, he’s old and has forgotten more about wrestling than he even knows, but credit must be given where credit is due. Let me warn you though Carmen, I am not some old, bald, pushover that you’re going to be able to make quick work of, oh no chance in hell.
At first I’ll admit, I was a bit concerned when I found out that I was going to be getting into the ring with a woman this week. I’ll admit I’m a bit sexist when it comes to wrestling against women. But, in the APW, that kind of attitude can’t be held on for long as obviously one of the most successful world champions of all time was Sally Talfourd. So, I know that I cannot underestimate you Carmen, or your abilities.
Also, despite all my charm and chivalry, I most certainly won’t be going easy on you. At first I thought it was going to be difficult for me to give it my all against you, you know, being concerned that I’d actually hurt you. But, I saw a video of you before your match with Bulk Rogaine, and I have to tell you Carmen, at the face of it all, you’re just a bitch. Being rude to cab drivers, insulting the people who live in the town you’re lucky enough to be wrestling it. Damn it Carmen, you’re just a rotten person. But I see where it comes from.
I see through you Carmen, because in the end, you’re just a scared little girl. The bitchiness and the bad attitude is just a front to your bigger problem of not having faith in yourself. It’s real easy to be tough and angry when you’re going up an old bag like Bulk Rogaine, but not this time Carmen. I’m not some old-bastard that is going to be lumbering around the ring trying to survive. I’m going to attack Carmen, I’m going to beat you down with every move that I have. It’s only a matter of time before I have you in the Chamber Lock and you’re screaming for the ref to call the match.
Because I don’t just want to pin you Carmen. That would be too easy. I weigh a hundred pounds more than you, if you’re shook up at all you won’t be able to get me off of you. No, the true victory would be making you tap out. Hearing the “I give” squirm out of you. That’s when the entire world would hear what a scared girl you really are. When you’re giving up you can’t put on a tough façade like you’re going to end up the better person out of this. Oh no Carmen, you’re going to be seen for what you really are, a never-was who is just dreaming of bigger and better things. You’re in my way as I make my rise to the top Carmen. And when your hand starts slapping the mat, begging the referee to end the match, I’ll be moving forward, and you’ll be stuck back.
Good luck Carmen, you’re going to need it. There’s a bounty out on your head, and the Hitman is here to collect!”
It took a bit, but Stryker liked this little catch-phrase he made for himself. He was feeling good. He looks towards Artie and Corolla to see what their responses would be.
“Good stuff man.” Artie offered up.
Stryker expected more, like ‘Inspired! Brilliant! Never seen better!’ It’s a work in progress, Stryker knew it would be. But that felt good, that felt smooth. He was going to fight his hardest on Monday, not just because he wanted to win, but because he really wanted to beat Carmen Rivera. She really was kind of a bitch. It was time to put hat woman in her place.
“Thanks guys, I’m going to get going back to the hotel. Let’s get a drink after Meltdown on Monday though.” Stryker, man of the people.
“Thanks for the help.” Corolla and Artie both kind of mouthed.
Stryker realized that he had never even gotten their names. Oh well, he probably wouldn’t meet them for drinks unless they happened to go to the bar that he was at by accident. Stryker was one of the odd few that really enjoyed drinking alone. And it wasn’t about being an alcoholic or trying to escape the world. It was mostly that he couldn’t stand listening to anyone else’s bullshit when they were drunk. He has to listen to his own voice in his head enough.
Stryker gets into his rental car. The puke smell is just far too much. Time to make a quick stop to Enterprise before the hotel. This road to Meltdown feels a lot better than it did last week leading up to his match with Warren Peace. Last week there was a lot of confusion leading up to his first match, not sure how good he was going to be or what he was capable of in the ring. This week he feels better about it, this week there is a clear confidence as he makes his way down the road away from the arena.
This week, Stryker was going to enter that ring knowing that he could win. This week, Stryker was the one to beat, he was the favorite. Time to step up for the Hitman. Time to show the world what he’s made of.
