Post by gravedigger on Oct 2, 2006 16:46:20 GMT -5
My Dearest Mary,
I sit here in my hotel room before Trauama pondering the meaning of life, and pondering the meaning of this business. You my love, know exactly what this business is about. In times past you came to the ring with me and were known as the deadly Witchcraft, and together we and the rest of the Freaks took the wrestling world by storm. But that time is past. James, or Enforcer as the fans called him had to retire due to back problems. Scott... or should we call him Nemesis as well as Dave known to the people as Skulldigger went off to another promotion for charity work, otherwise, they too have retired. It is just me now Mary, myself and my pride.
Eventually it shall be myself versus Ortiz... an up and comer in wrestling. I see him someday making an impact greater then any of the other greats I've met. Better then Adrenaline, stronger then Dark Lord, more Invincible then Justin Vincible. Ortiz is just what the company needs, and I think at Trauma he'll learn the truth about the ring... the truth of what happens when you haven't got the security blanket of four or five guys that automatically respect and love you for who you are. I'll have to admit, some of the talent are very... stiff when speaking to them. PCW is a great place, and very professional, though sometimes I wonder if some folks need lightening up. Either way... Ortiz will soon learn that without friends, you are at the mercy of the business.
And what does that mean exactly? I've often wondered what it means to be at the mercy of the business. Does it mean how people percieve you? Or the toll being on the road takes? Or does it mean that people will eat you alive and make you their bitch until you cry and beg for a release from your contract? I don't know the answer, and if I did, I'd be famous. Anyway...
...I hope you have a great day Mary. I love you.
- Your Husband
Jason Striker
FON For Eternity
He clicked send and waited for the computer to load. The email was sent. Oh how he missed her... his wife. He missed her alot, but at the same time, he could never be more satisfied. Things were picking up. One win over Diehard had jumpstarted his career to a one and zero record. But that wasn't all that mattered. How he was percieved also mattered. He was sevent foot six... a freak of nature both in the ring and outside of the ring. Yes... his career was having a slow but successful beginning... but indeed there would be a splash...
... but not yet. It was strange. He figured a certain "Silent One" would never return the calls, not only because he was being managed by some... loudmouth... but because of the lack of talking. That could only be his guess. A mute... he had dealt with them before. Hell, Nemesis was a mute by choice. Not because he couldn't talk, he could, and he recalled how intimidated his opponent was when he had gotten on the microphone. He wondered if Silence was saving up for that moment, when the rage could build up and explode. He shrugged. Silence was none of his concern if the big man would be silent. No.. .Ortiz was his concern and with that, he flipped on the TV and stuck in a tape, watching the promo he had shot only an hour ago.
[[The camera fades in to the infamous graveyard of many of Gravedigger's interviews. Indeed, Gravedigger is sitting on a tombstone and holds a Silver Shovel in his hands. He smiles grimly as the words "The Graveyard Shift" appear on the screen in blood red colors.]]
Gravedigger: "Welcome... to the first ever... Graveyard Shift. Once a week... I shall bring forth the truth just before Trauma. Once a week I shall speak my mind and for those who know me... I can be quite eleborate and... morbid. The fact is... not enough people speak their minds. Not enough people focus on what is important. Now what... who am I speaking of? I am speaking of you Ortiz. I am speaking of your manners, of the way you treat others, of the way you feel. I'm sorry that your father died... I really am. Get over it. You see Ortiz.. I offered a respectful match, but then I had an epiphany. That is not the Gravedigger everyone watching on the Internet knows. That is not the Gravedigger some hate and many more love. In STW I would have never offered luck to ANYONE. In the Extreme Wrestling Alliance I was cheered, but I wasn't the goodie two shoes. I do what I want.. when I want, because when it is time for graves to be dug... I do the deed."
[[He pauses a long moment, rubbing his chin in thought before he opens his mouth to speak again.]]
Gravedigger: "I was never a comformist. When many came in claiming to be like the Freaks of Nature, I stopped and stared at them before sending them to an early grave. When many came in boasting about how they are 'genetic freaks' I looked down at them and I told them that they don't know what a freak is. No... I don't conform. I do what I want. I always have. I have my... morals. I have my virtues, but that doesn't interfere in matches. That doesn't interfere in how I do things. No... I don't cheat. No... I don't use weapons in a regular match. But I do not fight like some sort of college kid taking a major in ettiquite. No Ortiz... I offered you a respectful match. I made a mistake by doing so. I realized... there is no mercy in a fight. NO MERCY. I will not show any mercy to you when we step into the ring. I will not be treating you like a student, because frankly, if you made it to a curtain jerker, that is better then main eventing at any other federation. Ortiz... your time is up. Your debut will not go as planned. And do you know why?"
[[He pauses again, a morbid smile spreading across his lips.]]
Gravedigger: "Because I will show no mercy... no remorse... I will do what I do to win. I will not let you get up, I will not give you a chance. You'd best bring your game plan, and you'd best show some guts... or when you walk out of the arena to go to your hotel, you will lack any pride, you will have no dignity. THAT my friend... is FACT. Tune in next week for another edition of the Graveyard shift. Be prepared to be buried alive Ortiz."
[Tape End - Fade to PCW Logo]
I sit here in my hotel room before Trauama pondering the meaning of life, and pondering the meaning of this business. You my love, know exactly what this business is about. In times past you came to the ring with me and were known as the deadly Witchcraft, and together we and the rest of the Freaks took the wrestling world by storm. But that time is past. James, or Enforcer as the fans called him had to retire due to back problems. Scott... or should we call him Nemesis as well as Dave known to the people as Skulldigger went off to another promotion for charity work, otherwise, they too have retired. It is just me now Mary, myself and my pride.
Eventually it shall be myself versus Ortiz... an up and comer in wrestling. I see him someday making an impact greater then any of the other greats I've met. Better then Adrenaline, stronger then Dark Lord, more Invincible then Justin Vincible. Ortiz is just what the company needs, and I think at Trauma he'll learn the truth about the ring... the truth of what happens when you haven't got the security blanket of four or five guys that automatically respect and love you for who you are. I'll have to admit, some of the talent are very... stiff when speaking to them. PCW is a great place, and very professional, though sometimes I wonder if some folks need lightening up. Either way... Ortiz will soon learn that without friends, you are at the mercy of the business.
And what does that mean exactly? I've often wondered what it means to be at the mercy of the business. Does it mean how people percieve you? Or the toll being on the road takes? Or does it mean that people will eat you alive and make you their bitch until you cry and beg for a release from your contract? I don't know the answer, and if I did, I'd be famous. Anyway...
...I hope you have a great day Mary. I love you.
- Your Husband
Jason Striker
FON For Eternity
He clicked send and waited for the computer to load. The email was sent. Oh how he missed her... his wife. He missed her alot, but at the same time, he could never be more satisfied. Things were picking up. One win over Diehard had jumpstarted his career to a one and zero record. But that wasn't all that mattered. How he was percieved also mattered. He was sevent foot six... a freak of nature both in the ring and outside of the ring. Yes... his career was having a slow but successful beginning... but indeed there would be a splash...
... but not yet. It was strange. He figured a certain "Silent One" would never return the calls, not only because he was being managed by some... loudmouth... but because of the lack of talking. That could only be his guess. A mute... he had dealt with them before. Hell, Nemesis was a mute by choice. Not because he couldn't talk, he could, and he recalled how intimidated his opponent was when he had gotten on the microphone. He wondered if Silence was saving up for that moment, when the rage could build up and explode. He shrugged. Silence was none of his concern if the big man would be silent. No.. .Ortiz was his concern and with that, he flipped on the TV and stuck in a tape, watching the promo he had shot only an hour ago.
[[The camera fades in to the infamous graveyard of many of Gravedigger's interviews. Indeed, Gravedigger is sitting on a tombstone and holds a Silver Shovel in his hands. He smiles grimly as the words "The Graveyard Shift" appear on the screen in blood red colors.]]
Gravedigger: "Welcome... to the first ever... Graveyard Shift. Once a week... I shall bring forth the truth just before Trauma. Once a week I shall speak my mind and for those who know me... I can be quite eleborate and... morbid. The fact is... not enough people speak their minds. Not enough people focus on what is important. Now what... who am I speaking of? I am speaking of you Ortiz. I am speaking of your manners, of the way you treat others, of the way you feel. I'm sorry that your father died... I really am. Get over it. You see Ortiz.. I offered a respectful match, but then I had an epiphany. That is not the Gravedigger everyone watching on the Internet knows. That is not the Gravedigger some hate and many more love. In STW I would have never offered luck to ANYONE. In the Extreme Wrestling Alliance I was cheered, but I wasn't the goodie two shoes. I do what I want.. when I want, because when it is time for graves to be dug... I do the deed."
[[He pauses a long moment, rubbing his chin in thought before he opens his mouth to speak again.]]
Gravedigger: "I was never a comformist. When many came in claiming to be like the Freaks of Nature, I stopped and stared at them before sending them to an early grave. When many came in boasting about how they are 'genetic freaks' I looked down at them and I told them that they don't know what a freak is. No... I don't conform. I do what I want. I always have. I have my... morals. I have my virtues, but that doesn't interfere in matches. That doesn't interfere in how I do things. No... I don't cheat. No... I don't use weapons in a regular match. But I do not fight like some sort of college kid taking a major in ettiquite. No Ortiz... I offered you a respectful match. I made a mistake by doing so. I realized... there is no mercy in a fight. NO MERCY. I will not show any mercy to you when we step into the ring. I will not be treating you like a student, because frankly, if you made it to a curtain jerker, that is better then main eventing at any other federation. Ortiz... your time is up. Your debut will not go as planned. And do you know why?"
[[He pauses again, a morbid smile spreading across his lips.]]
Gravedigger: "Because I will show no mercy... no remorse... I will do what I do to win. I will not let you get up, I will not give you a chance. You'd best bring your game plan, and you'd best show some guts... or when you walk out of the arena to go to your hotel, you will lack any pride, you will have no dignity. THAT my friend... is FACT. Tune in next week for another edition of the Graveyard shift. Be prepared to be buried alive Ortiz."
[Tape End - Fade to PCW Logo]