Striker: Statement of Intent

{The feed starts up and we find find ourselves looking at a bridge with a river running clear and deep under it with an old Dutch church sitting serenely in the background and as the camera pulls back, we see a person that stands on the side of the bridge closest to the camera is none other than Jacob Striker, the man admires the bridge in abject silence for several moments before he slowly turns to regard the camera}

Jacob: So many people think that I’m simply puffing out my chest, trying to act intimidating, and speaking ill words to try and shore up my falsehoods and even falser bravado since they just know that I’m going to fail in my quest for control over the Dominion brand because people like the “almighty” Matthew Knox says it is gospel.

The only thing that I can truly take as “gospel” is something so dark that I try not to think about it because I hate to think that I’ve become *that* jaded so quickly into my career as a professional wrestler.

But let’s take a moment and touch on something that our dear little Matty seems to be enjoying hammering into the ground is this statement of his that he had our match won had it not been for Mister Livingston restarting the match, but what Matty is choosing to forget that the reason why the match was restarted is because Banch Morgan, the man who was told to call it down the middle for the submission match, kicked the very ring ropes out of my hand when he should’ve instead ordered dear little Matty to break his precious hold.

For as much as Banch and his little fucktard peanut gallery have been harping that I’m some kind of horrendous “villain” and that Banch is this great symbol of goodness who can do no wrong...it seems that his peanut fucking gallery needs to have their collective eyes checked because I hear that looking at things through rose tinted glasses can hurt yourself in the long run.

Matty, the only reason why I won our match a couple of weeks ago is because I was the better wrestler and you are partnered with someone who was quite happy to try and break the rules for you.

His *bitch*.

Understand something, Matty, you’re not some great conquering hero who is fighting on behalf of Banch Morgan because he’ll give you whatever you want in the long run because he won’t give up his precious daughter being the Territorial champion because he thinks that by having the belt on his own children will keep him in power no matter what.

I mean seriously, Mister “Veteran”. You can’t tell me that you haven’t seen that happen before in your precious career? The promotion big wig putting the gold on the only person that he can trust or feels that he can control without any kind of issue and that being his own children?

However I am so sick and tired of seeing your little tantrums on Twitter and here on WrestleWorld television with you trying to make us care for you and yet, you act the part of the sychopathtic little child wishing to do right by “Sugar Daddy Banch"...the only thing that I want you to think upon is if you’ll be able to keep from choking on the chunks of your shattered teeth after I lay you out with a forearm to that glass jaw of your’s?

You wish to treat me like I’m a nothing in this world, Matty? Then I shall return the favor to you because I fully expect to see you gone from this company after Arcadia because I will happily hand your sorry, unconscious corpse to the Supreme Machine without a moment’s hesitation as I move onto bigger fish that I have to fry in the boiling pits of the Hells of their own making.

Speaking of which…

{Jake’s face slowly turns into a slight smirk as he turns just a little bit more to face the camera before he waves at it}

Jacob: Hello there, Emiko. How’s the leg feeling today? Don’t worry, I’m sure it will be least of your worries very shortly.

{The smirk then disappears from his face as he motions at the bridge in front of him and the camera before he starts walking towards it, the camera man close at hand. But Jake stops before he actually takes one step onto the bridge and he moves aside to allow the camera to take a full look at the location before them proper}

Jacob: Do you have any inkling of where we are? Of the singular importance of this place to so many? This is a historical location to so many Americans, because this is an actual iconic spot in the world.

This is the bridge, many centuries and forced modernizations later, that Ichabod Crane would have his encounter with the Horseman himself. My father brought me here plenty of times over the years, to tell me stories or to teach me lessons...when I step onto this bridge, I can almost feel the history of the place come alive under my feet.

But today, the Horseman steps foot on it from the opposite direction, doesn’t he?

{Jake smiles once more as he motions for the camera man to follow him onto the bridge and he does, the two walk slowly across it with the camera man looking down at the river flowing below it before it turns back to Jake who has a somewhat more somber expression on his face}

Jacob: Right now, I want to lay my intentions bare for everyone to see because I’m not walking into Arcadia playing to the script that a few of you want me to. Some of you like Emiko, Myojin, Lillie, and the others that all blindly follow Banch want me to go in there and be the villain, to be the “boring, unimportant little fuck” that they all believe that I am because that’s all that they care to see.

No, my intentions are quite simple and pure.

I intend to repay Banch Morgan for all of his...kindness.

You see my father taught many lessons in life. He taught the value of a dollar, of keeping of my word, of putting the work no matter how much you hate it or how badly things go for you. He taught how to be a man and take responsibility for things.

He also taught me to remember. Every kindness, every nice or respectful gesture. To remember everyone who has ever helped you...and he also taught me in that same lesson that one also needs to remember everything on the other side of that particular coin. You repay kindness with kindness but you repay a knife in the back with a knife through the heart.

When you said that I was nothing, that I had no future in this sport. Did you stop for a moment to actually think about what you were setting in motion?

Or did you tell your common sense to go *fish*?

No, Banch, you did not and because of it you’re precious children are going to have to watch as you are dismembered in that ring by the very person that you have decreed was a nobody and there is not a damned thing that you or any of them can do to stop it because when it is all said and done, the only person that will be blamed for your suffering will be the man that you see in your own mirror.

{The two then reach the middle of the bridge and Jake slowly sinks down to one knee and looks at something in the near distance and the camera moves to look over his right shoulder and we see what Jake is looking at is an old church not too far in the distance}

Jacob: People for weeks have been asking me what would happen if it ever came down to me being in the same ring as you in a wrestling match, Banch, and I always told them that I would only dwell on that thought when and if that bridge ever came to be crossed over and sure enough here we are.

Both literally and figuratively in this case.

So allow me to be frank with you, Banch.

All of this fucking bullshit could’ve been avoided if you had simply used your job in an intelligent fucking way.

You could’ve ordered a rematch between Lillie and myself with some kind of crazy punishment stipulation if I used Katrina and I would’ve been fine with that because I had already offered a rematch, free and clear, to Lillie but already your little bunch of toadies already had their hooks into her and making her question my word...a man’s word is his fucking body or didn’t *your* father fucking teach you that?

Don’t answer that because I can already tell you that the answer is no from what I’ve seen of you thus far.

That would’ve been not only the smart thing to do, but also the *right* thing to do...but instead all you cared about is what you believed was right and that I had no place in this company despite having *EARNED* my fucking contract to be apart of WrestleWorld, that’s right Banch...unlike your little girl Emiko, I fucking *earned* my right to be here by working my ass off and not using any of the contacts that I have anywhere because I don’t play the politics game.

I *chose* WrestleWorld, just like *chose* the Dominion brand because I wanted to help this company become something bigger than the main brand of this company and I know down in the depths of my heart and soul that I can fucking still do that, but it can’t grow until the cancerous roots have been cut out.

Those cancerous roots are none other than *you*, Banch, you and everything that you stand for.

So I want you to understand something and that is when you are laying on the ground, Banch, hearing my music or Clyde’s playing in victory over you and your little bygone bitch at Arcadia. I’m going to haul you up and make you look me in the eyes, I’m going to make you see what you’ve made me do and what you’ve made me decide to do and when that realization hits you, that painful and striking realization that you have insulted the integrity and honor of a good fucking man….in that singular fucking moment of realization, I will drop you with an elbow smash to the back of your head in front of your fucking children and the rest of the goddamned world!!

And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, my intentions laid bare to the entire world with nothing for me to hide because for me at Arcadia, this isn’t about just control of the Dominion brand and over what is the healthier option for it.

This is also about my rightful retribution!

And Zane, I hope that you fucking pay really close fucking attention to this match.

{Jake then stands back up and he resumes his walk across the bridge, a fire clearly burning in those bright blue eyes of his as he walks}

Jacob: I’m not looking past your father and dear little Matty, Zane. No, but I want you to witness his suffering, I want you witness the lesson that he will be providing to you and your little...kliq.

Once a short time ago, Graham Baker taught me something in another promotion...but the truth is that he taught me *TWO* things and at Arcadia, I’m going to put both of what he taught me into its full and proper use, and there is not a damned thing that you can do to fucking stop me.

So at Arcadia, I want you to sit back...Ice up that leg of yours’s real good...and witness the last thing that you ever wanted to see in your young life, little girl.

{Jake finally comes to the other side of the bridge and moves to stand next to the sign that marks the bridge for its historical significance, at which point he turns and gives the camera one more singular dark look}

Jacob: This Horseman is due a head.

Time to collect.

{The feed then fades to black}