Post by stevengold78 on Oct 21, 2012 19:25:16 GMT -5
It's a slightly cool, yet still clear, early evening in north center Pennsylvania, and just a few miles south of Scranton is the Clayton Park RV complex, a respite for the more well-to-do recreational vehicle owner.
In a space sitting atop a small rise, overlooking a grove of trees and a small stream that runs by swiftly, sitting a solid black Winnebago 42AD motor home, with golden stripes the circle the entire vehicle. Parked near the front sits a 2012 BMW 535i luxury sedan -- not surprisingly, its painted the same way.
Outside the RV stands a black and gold pop-up canopy, under which is a picnic table and fire ring in the ground -- a small campfire is burning, the crackling audible tonight as air cools. Sitting by the fire, next to the table, we find "Stunning" Steven Gold, the newest member of the WBSW roster. He is sitting back in a outdoor chair, a tall glass half-filled with amber liquid and ice in his hand...on the table, an ice-bucket and bottle of Jack Daniels.
Adam Stryker, I want to thank you for the welcome, albeit a tad creepy. But hey, it's the Halloween season, so let us be festive and freakish, if that's your thing.
And by the way...pretty vicious looking super kick Jason Aries hit you with at Wrestlefest....how's the chin feeling?"
Adam, to lump me in with "Lumber" Jack Jackson, just because we arrived at the same time? Well, actually, that's cool. I would just say to Mr. Jackson that we newbies need to hang together for awhile to keep an eye on folks like...well, like Adam Stryker, for example. So Jack, if you hear this, welcome and I'm there if needed sir. Maybe a future tag team? How does the name "Stunning Lumber" grab ya?
Adam....can I call you Adam? Adam, I have to tell you, that whole neck-slash, blood-drink, scare-the-bajeebers out of me thing...seen it all before, it ain't new. DON"T GET ME WRONG, I'm digging the whole Fright-Night routine, seriously, but don't confuse a small amount of admiration with fear -- fear is something I do not do.
I stand 6-foot-6, I weigh 275 pounds, I am the most agile big man you're seen come along in a long time. Fear is for guys who are new to the business and haven't been in tough matches -- yeah, I've only been in the business for three years, but you see all this...the RV, the luxury vehicle. I spent three years wrestling with the Oceania Wrestling Alliance, and I was the OWA world champion, the Australian champion, I held every regional title they have, and I had a great partner who won tag belts with me.
And brutal matches? Lumberjack matches, scaffold matches, cages, cells, straps, blindfolds, hell we did it all. You ever hear of the Gauntlet of Death? A cell-style cage with two 15-foot long tunnels coming from either end, filled with weapons -- you ever been hit in the head with a didgeridoo (note..Australia musical instrument)? I have. Ever heard of the Triple Temple of Doom? Three cages stacked on top of each other, first to the top gets the belt, and I won titles four times in the Temple, including two OWA World championships.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking...if he was the great hotshot down under, what the hell is he doing in Pennsylvania? It's really quite simple. I am on my way back to the big-time, to a world-title reign in a major federation. I am the picture of a world champion...don't let the motor home fool you. The OWA flew me around in a Lear jet. I drove the best cars, I wore the finest clothes, gold and diamond jewels, stayed in the finest hotels, and was adored by some of the most beautiful women in the world.
I know about living the good life, but that's on hold for right now. I invested in a fabulous motor home, only the best and most comfortable money can buy. But don't be fooled Mr. Stryker, and the same can be said to one Mr. Gunner Hughes, the new WBSW heavyweight champion. Raising his glass... Congratulations to you Mr. Hughes.
You see, my choice to return to meager means, to go back to a simpler time, will only make me stronger, and better prepared to began my climb to the top of the WBSW.
Mr. Stryker, enjoy your nightmares, and make sure to remember that I am going to be one of those. Mr. Hughes, your are the top dog in this kennel, and I respect that...I respect your reign as champion, I respect what it took to get where you are, and I respect you...but I am coming for the title, and I look forward to the inevitable time when you and will have to meet in the ring.
I am the new Gold Standard of professional wrestling...imagine, "Stunning" Steven Gold vs. WBSW champion Gunner Hughes...my god, it will be glorious.
And as for you Mr. Stryker....
Gold presses his thumb to his throat to start the slash motion, then stops...he raises his hand and offers a salute instead, then settles back an takes a long draw off his drink and the night grows quiet and the fire crackles....
In a space sitting atop a small rise, overlooking a grove of trees and a small stream that runs by swiftly, sitting a solid black Winnebago 42AD motor home, with golden stripes the circle the entire vehicle. Parked near the front sits a 2012 BMW 535i luxury sedan -- not surprisingly, its painted the same way.
Outside the RV stands a black and gold pop-up canopy, under which is a picnic table and fire ring in the ground -- a small campfire is burning, the crackling audible tonight as air cools. Sitting by the fire, next to the table, we find "Stunning" Steven Gold, the newest member of the WBSW roster. He is sitting back in a outdoor chair, a tall glass half-filled with amber liquid and ice in his hand...on the table, an ice-bucket and bottle of Jack Daniels.
Adam Stryker, I want to thank you for the welcome, albeit a tad creepy. But hey, it's the Halloween season, so let us be festive and freakish, if that's your thing.
And by the way...pretty vicious looking super kick Jason Aries hit you with at Wrestlefest....how's the chin feeling?"
Adam, to lump me in with "Lumber" Jack Jackson, just because we arrived at the same time? Well, actually, that's cool. I would just say to Mr. Jackson that we newbies need to hang together for awhile to keep an eye on folks like...well, like Adam Stryker, for example. So Jack, if you hear this, welcome and I'm there if needed sir. Maybe a future tag team? How does the name "Stunning Lumber" grab ya?
Adam....can I call you Adam? Adam, I have to tell you, that whole neck-slash, blood-drink, scare-the-bajeebers out of me thing...seen it all before, it ain't new. DON"T GET ME WRONG, I'm digging the whole Fright-Night routine, seriously, but don't confuse a small amount of admiration with fear -- fear is something I do not do.
I stand 6-foot-6, I weigh 275 pounds, I am the most agile big man you're seen come along in a long time. Fear is for guys who are new to the business and haven't been in tough matches -- yeah, I've only been in the business for three years, but you see all this...the RV, the luxury vehicle. I spent three years wrestling with the Oceania Wrestling Alliance, and I was the OWA world champion, the Australian champion, I held every regional title they have, and I had a great partner who won tag belts with me.
And brutal matches? Lumberjack matches, scaffold matches, cages, cells, straps, blindfolds, hell we did it all. You ever hear of the Gauntlet of Death? A cell-style cage with two 15-foot long tunnels coming from either end, filled with weapons -- you ever been hit in the head with a didgeridoo (note..Australia musical instrument)? I have. Ever heard of the Triple Temple of Doom? Three cages stacked on top of each other, first to the top gets the belt, and I won titles four times in the Temple, including two OWA World championships.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking...if he was the great hotshot down under, what the hell is he doing in Pennsylvania? It's really quite simple. I am on my way back to the big-time, to a world-title reign in a major federation. I am the picture of a world champion...don't let the motor home fool you. The OWA flew me around in a Lear jet. I drove the best cars, I wore the finest clothes, gold and diamond jewels, stayed in the finest hotels, and was adored by some of the most beautiful women in the world.
I know about living the good life, but that's on hold for right now. I invested in a fabulous motor home, only the best and most comfortable money can buy. But don't be fooled Mr. Stryker, and the same can be said to one Mr. Gunner Hughes, the new WBSW heavyweight champion. Raising his glass... Congratulations to you Mr. Hughes.
You see, my choice to return to meager means, to go back to a simpler time, will only make me stronger, and better prepared to began my climb to the top of the WBSW.
Mr. Stryker, enjoy your nightmares, and make sure to remember that I am going to be one of those. Mr. Hughes, your are the top dog in this kennel, and I respect that...I respect your reign as champion, I respect what it took to get where you are, and I respect you...but I am coming for the title, and I look forward to the inevitable time when you and will have to meet in the ring.
I am the new Gold Standard of professional wrestling...imagine, "Stunning" Steven Gold vs. WBSW champion Gunner Hughes...my god, it will be glorious.
And as for you Mr. Stryker....
Gold presses his thumb to his throat to start the slash motion, then stops...he raises his hand and offers a salute instead, then settles back an takes a long draw off his drink and the night grows quiet and the fire crackles....