Post by Skyler Striker on Aug 1, 2007 6:13:22 GMT -5
Never give up, never give in.
The scene begins in a dismal Perth street. Grey clouds roll overhead and rain buckets down. Everywhere people who need to get back to work before their lunch break ends are running under cover of their newspaper or a small umbrella, or perhaps nothing at all. The coffee shops are filled to the brim with young women chatting about how horrible their love lives are, a few younger teenage couples who are holding hands and staring dreamily into the other’s eyes, and old men who are laughing about the week’s football. The waitresses bustle around, trying to make sure they give the skim mocha latte to the thirty-something businessman at table 24, and that the ham sandwich is ready on time for the elderly woman at table 3. The radio plays softly in the background, from the sounds of it and old classic: “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” by The Police. At one table, far back in the corner sits Skyler Striker, GWC Television Champion. He is dressed in his usual attire of red and white, and a new pair of Oakley sunglasses cover his eyes. The scene around, life and all its endless nuisances, stop. Nothing happens, and everything disappears. The white void is a technique that Skyler learned to control, one that was formerly not his to command, but he set his mind to controlling it instead of the other way around. Skyler’s alternate versions appear in a circle around him, and their voices ring perfect in the void.
There are five different versions of Skyler. One is the Fatebringer, Skyler’s earliest incarnation in the wrestling world, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a set of maroon pants and with spiky blond hair, much shorter than Skyler’s current cut which is white and down to his shoulders. The second Skyler is a maroon dressed and fire-eyed one, the Fury Crusader. The third incarnation is a much younger Skyler, the Skyler Striker of only twelve years old. The fourth version is an eighteen year old Skyler, ready for action and dressed in a black shirt that reads ‘Index Five’ on the front and ‘Striker’ on the back, as well as holding around his waist a belt titled ‘HVW World Champion’. And the fifth version, obviously, is today’s Skyler Striker, dressed in his red pants and white unbuttoned shirt, as well as a cross around his neck which glows blue for some reason.
Crusader: So, Skyler, why are we here?
Skyler: I don’t know.
Fatebringer: Well, we’re not here for coffee, champ. What’s the deal?
The child Striker begins humming a tune – “Fallen Angels” by Ra, if not mistaken, and even though the song was written and produced a good fifteen years after the young Striker’s current age, the notes are pitch perfect.
Skyler: I wanted to see if it still works, for one thing. Which it obviously does. I just… I’m not sure. It feels like I’m missing something.
Below where the five Strikers are standing, a picture appears in place of the white nothingness. It is a birds-eye view of a wrestling show, a GWC Assault by the looks of it. “Fallen Angels” hits the speakers of the arena but it is not the Ra version, instead the song is simply the young Striker’s humming replacing it, and instead of walking to the ring, the Striker below looks up at the five above him before the white returns.
Child: I see fallen angels when I try to go to sleep, and they’re always watching…
And the youngest Striker disappears. The teenage Striker steps forward and hands Skyler his HVW World Title belt, which turns into the GWC Television Championship when it touches the real Skyler’s hands. The teenage Striker then disappears and it is the Fury Crusader’s turn to step forward.
Crusader: Listen, Skyler, I don’t think either me or Fatebringer have anything to give you. Not this time. Index only gave you what you already have, just a reminder that someone’s on your back. I think you need to listen to Little One. He knows a lot more than his age would suggest. I don’t know what it means… but that’s your job, I suppose.
Crusader disappears and Fatebringer turns back to Skyler, distracted by something (even thought there’s nothing there to distract him). He notices the absence of the other Strikers and looks at the real Skyler before speaking.
Fatebringer: You know the drill, Skyler. You’re both physically and mentally prepared. You know that Snad and McCammon are just toys, puppets in the overall scheme. You need to make sure you use this opportunity to improve your teamwork with Cross. Later, Skyler.
And finally, the Fatebringer disappears, and Skyler brings back the real world, where the storms suddenly blow open the door and throw a violent wind through the room. Skyler finishes his coffee and departs, thinking about his comrade’s words.
Welcome, all, to curtain call…
The scene begins in a dismal Perth street. Grey clouds roll overhead and rain buckets down. Everywhere people who need to get back to work before their lunch break ends are running under cover of their newspaper or a small umbrella, or perhaps nothing at all. The coffee shops are filled to the brim with young women chatting about how horrible their love lives are, a few younger teenage couples who are holding hands and staring dreamily into the other’s eyes, and old men who are laughing about the week’s football. The waitresses bustle around, trying to make sure they give the skim mocha latte to the thirty-something businessman at table 24, and that the ham sandwich is ready on time for the elderly woman at table 3. The radio plays softly in the background, from the sounds of it and old classic: “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” by The Police. At one table, far back in the corner sits Skyler Striker, GWC Television Champion. He is dressed in his usual attire of red and white, and a new pair of Oakley sunglasses cover his eyes. The scene around, life and all its endless nuisances, stop. Nothing happens, and everything disappears. The white void is a technique that Skyler learned to control, one that was formerly not his to command, but he set his mind to controlling it instead of the other way around. Skyler’s alternate versions appear in a circle around him, and their voices ring perfect in the void.
There are five different versions of Skyler. One is the Fatebringer, Skyler’s earliest incarnation in the wrestling world, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a set of maroon pants and with spiky blond hair, much shorter than Skyler’s current cut which is white and down to his shoulders. The second Skyler is a maroon dressed and fire-eyed one, the Fury Crusader. The third incarnation is a much younger Skyler, the Skyler Striker of only twelve years old. The fourth version is an eighteen year old Skyler, ready for action and dressed in a black shirt that reads ‘Index Five’ on the front and ‘Striker’ on the back, as well as holding around his waist a belt titled ‘HVW World Champion’. And the fifth version, obviously, is today’s Skyler Striker, dressed in his red pants and white unbuttoned shirt, as well as a cross around his neck which glows blue for some reason.
Crusader: So, Skyler, why are we here?
Skyler: I don’t know.
Fatebringer: Well, we’re not here for coffee, champ. What’s the deal?
The child Striker begins humming a tune – “Fallen Angels” by Ra, if not mistaken, and even though the song was written and produced a good fifteen years after the young Striker’s current age, the notes are pitch perfect.
Skyler: I wanted to see if it still works, for one thing. Which it obviously does. I just… I’m not sure. It feels like I’m missing something.
Below where the five Strikers are standing, a picture appears in place of the white nothingness. It is a birds-eye view of a wrestling show, a GWC Assault by the looks of it. “Fallen Angels” hits the speakers of the arena but it is not the Ra version, instead the song is simply the young Striker’s humming replacing it, and instead of walking to the ring, the Striker below looks up at the five above him before the white returns.
Child: I see fallen angels when I try to go to sleep, and they’re always watching…
And the youngest Striker disappears. The teenage Striker steps forward and hands Skyler his HVW World Title belt, which turns into the GWC Television Championship when it touches the real Skyler’s hands. The teenage Striker then disappears and it is the Fury Crusader’s turn to step forward.
Crusader: Listen, Skyler, I don’t think either me or Fatebringer have anything to give you. Not this time. Index only gave you what you already have, just a reminder that someone’s on your back. I think you need to listen to Little One. He knows a lot more than his age would suggest. I don’t know what it means… but that’s your job, I suppose.
Crusader disappears and Fatebringer turns back to Skyler, distracted by something (even thought there’s nothing there to distract him). He notices the absence of the other Strikers and looks at the real Skyler before speaking.
Fatebringer: You know the drill, Skyler. You’re both physically and mentally prepared. You know that Snad and McCammon are just toys, puppets in the overall scheme. You need to make sure you use this opportunity to improve your teamwork with Cross. Later, Skyler.
And finally, the Fatebringer disappears, and Skyler brings back the real world, where the storms suddenly blow open the door and throw a violent wind through the room. Skyler finishes his coffee and departs, thinking about his comrade’s words.
Welcome, all, to curtain call…
