Post by sick on Jun 2, 2012 4:52:00 GMT -5
(Our cameras open up to the inside of the Wilkes household where it is very early evening. Inside the house we find a new room that we have never seen before, pink and feminine in style. Standing above a new arrival in the Wilkes family, a little girl name Jane, is Emma and Curtis 'Sickboy' Wilkes. They watch from above as she sleeps soundly feeling a sense of pride. That all they went through in their lives, they now have a child that they can see grow up in front of them before their eyes.)
Emma: She looks so adorable. Hard to believe we're parents to this beautiful girl. Through all the pain, emotional heartache and struggles. Jane Wilkes is our proudest achievement.
Sickboy: Yeah. Although she's got more of your looks than mine.
Emma: She may have my looks. But I'll bet she'll have your daredevil attitude or stubbornness.
Sickboy: Oh, it will be the daredevil attitude. I can see it already.
(The two of them switch off the light and walk out of the room. Emma and Sickboy walk into the lounge room where Emma sits on the couch. While Sickboy lays his head down across Emma's lap to look up at her.)
Emma: Can I ask you a question?
Sickboy: Shoot.
Emma: When you said you would retire from wrestling. Did you do it for yourself or for our family?
(Sickboy answers without hesitation.)
Sickboy: Us.
Emma: You, me and Jane I'm assuming.
Sickboy: Yes. I meant every word when I made the decision I made last year. I don't want to put you and Jane in danger like I did with you in the past. The mental and physical duress that I put us through. Jane doesn't need it, you don't need it and I don't want it anymore.
(There is minute or so of silence before Emma speaks up again.)
Emma: I can tell you miss it though. The first few months you were alright, yet lately you've been very antsy and can't sit still. Curtis, I appreciate that you put us first in this situation, I really do, however I want you to be happy and do what you love.
Sickboy: Which is?
Emma: Bungee Jumping. Wrestling Is what I'm talking about here. That is your passion and I don't believe for one second you're finished with it.
Sickboy: So you my angel. Are giving me your blessing to go back to wrestle.
Emma: Yes.
(Sickboy clicks his tongue before looking up at Emma.)
Sickboy: What's the catch?
Emma: The catch is that you don't bring me and Jane onto camera. I don't want our family harmed in any way. Oh and I don't want to be on camera after you finish filming this piece for whatever reason you're filming.
Sickboy: That I can do. I don't want to bring anymore of the bad stuff into our household. Trust me on that one. I want Jane to at least have a normal life growing up in this scary world. Promise me you'll be alright with me doing this. I'm only one call away if you require me to be here for you and Jane.
Emma: I'm fine with it and if I need you, I'll make sure to call you right away. Know this though. If you screw with any woman while....
Sickboy: You'll kill me and...
Emma: You'll do likewise if I do the same. Gotcha.
(Sickboy sits up from lying position and gives Emma a quick kiss before standing up from the couch.)
Emma: Where are you going now?
Sickboy: Off to pack my gear, then I'll order some pizza for us to eat for dinner. Afterwards I'm going to book a return airfare to go get some training in.
(Emma gives a quizzical look to Sickboy.)
Emma: A return airfare to where?
Sickboy: Tokyo, Japan. I have someone who is going to teach me a new style of combat.
(Emma then gets up from the couch. She then shares a tight embrace with her husband.)
Emma: Be careful.
Sickboy: I will, I promise.
(Our scene then fades to black only for a second. It then opens up to the outside of the Tokyo Dome in Japan. It is night time in the city but busy in the city. Outside the dome it is quiet. Eerily silent. That is until we hear the rustle of boots walking on grass. Our cameras now pick up the figure of Sickboy, clad in tattered blue denim jeans with a black NIN logo shirt under a black leather jacket. His black hair is long and free flowing in the wind as he walks. As he strolls past the camera, he soon begins to speak.)
Sickboy: All paths lead to here. Tokyo, Japan. A place that honors the tradition of professional wrestling. A place where no matter how times change. It has kept the tradition of the sport the same. It has never shunned it, never spat on it's past. That, that is something that gives me hope of the sport going even further into future. The United States however has done the opposite. Fans are turning away because they're embarrassed to be associated with the sport. And sadly I am becoming one of them. I happen to watch Rapture this past week and felt like I was watching a circus than a wrestling show. Werewolves, a man playing the part of chameleon and not one. Not two but three clowns all under the rule of Terrell Ryder the assistant to the ring master known as Mr. Baker. But whatever. I actually wish to speak to one of the clowns, that I know will be watching.
(Sickboy stops his walking and now turns to the camera.)
Sickboy: Just in case you didn't get the hint, I'm talking about you Morrison. Bravo in being really committed to your act of an obnoxious, arrogant, smart ass. Not to mention you seem to never be short on words when you speak. Again though you did not heed my warning. I was very clear in what I told you. Keep talking shit and retribution will come. You arrogantly brushed it off this past week. So my hand has been forced by you. Though it seems you took a little insurance policy. Because I actually have a letter saying that because of the Elites actions, part done by you of course to be fair. Yoshiru and I being ringleaders in the crusade are banned from signing a contract to PCW. It wasn't so long ago, I actually was offered a contract on a clean slate. Yet now I'm banned? Hmm. Someone I think has been crying to Baker about his pants turning brown and yellow from fear and I'm guessing it would be you. What a bitch you are. I thought Yoshiru and I toughened you up, yet you proved us wrong. Oh, but I'm the one who needs to grow a pair. It's funny you should mention that. Because I am going to share a little story with you.
Morrison, I was once like you. Arrogant, cocky. I had a title that I held for 3 months. Then somebody came into the picture. Let's call him Keith. See Keith was a smug bastard who set out to humiliate me in front of the world. First thing he did was drug me, kidnap me and then had me placed at the mercy of transsexual strippers. A week later, he captured my title. Now did I tuck my tail between my legs before walking away? No. I actually took things further by assaulting his family in his own house on his property. Pissed off he set me alight in a car. Second match he only just beat me. Did I give up then? No. I kept coming back for more and had literally driven him insane. Third match I actually beat him in a cage to the point he never recovered mentally. I. Broke. Him.
Moral of the story Morrison. I don't give up, I don't fear defeat and I don't stop until my objective is complete. Which means that if I ever get the opportunity I will hunt you down like the scumbag that you are.
Now you may think that if you are unfortunate to lose your world title. That there may be a chance I'll leave you alone. Well let me pop that little bubble of hope for you right now. Morrison, you successfully pissed me off to no end with your arrogance of how you supposedly killed the Elite. Well you got me and Yoshiru barred from signing with the PCW because you're practically shitting yourself of what we were going to do. So your safe for now. Know this though. We have our sources giving us some info on cracking PCW security, the question is who is giving us the info? Maybe it's the lovely lass Heather Monroe, maybe it's our buddy Night train. There are a lot of people who hate you Morrison. It's a question on who wants to have the door open for us to come and get you to be maimed.
For now, you are safe my little lamb Morrison. Be warned though. Once the dust is settled I will make sure to hunt you down like a dog.
The question you must ponder to yourself is when?
(Sickboy walks off into the darkness as the scene fades to black).
Emma: She looks so adorable. Hard to believe we're parents to this beautiful girl. Through all the pain, emotional heartache and struggles. Jane Wilkes is our proudest achievement.
Sickboy: Yeah. Although she's got more of your looks than mine.
Emma: She may have my looks. But I'll bet she'll have your daredevil attitude or stubbornness.
Sickboy: Oh, it will be the daredevil attitude. I can see it already.
(The two of them switch off the light and walk out of the room. Emma and Sickboy walk into the lounge room where Emma sits on the couch. While Sickboy lays his head down across Emma's lap to look up at her.)
Emma: Can I ask you a question?
Sickboy: Shoot.
Emma: When you said you would retire from wrestling. Did you do it for yourself or for our family?
(Sickboy answers without hesitation.)
Sickboy: Us.
Emma: You, me and Jane I'm assuming.
Sickboy: Yes. I meant every word when I made the decision I made last year. I don't want to put you and Jane in danger like I did with you in the past. The mental and physical duress that I put us through. Jane doesn't need it, you don't need it and I don't want it anymore.
(There is minute or so of silence before Emma speaks up again.)
Emma: I can tell you miss it though. The first few months you were alright, yet lately you've been very antsy and can't sit still. Curtis, I appreciate that you put us first in this situation, I really do, however I want you to be happy and do what you love.
Sickboy: Which is?
Emma: Bungee Jumping. Wrestling Is what I'm talking about here. That is your passion and I don't believe for one second you're finished with it.
Sickboy: So you my angel. Are giving me your blessing to go back to wrestle.
Emma: Yes.
(Sickboy clicks his tongue before looking up at Emma.)
Sickboy: What's the catch?
Emma: The catch is that you don't bring me and Jane onto camera. I don't want our family harmed in any way. Oh and I don't want to be on camera after you finish filming this piece for whatever reason you're filming.
Sickboy: That I can do. I don't want to bring anymore of the bad stuff into our household. Trust me on that one. I want Jane to at least have a normal life growing up in this scary world. Promise me you'll be alright with me doing this. I'm only one call away if you require me to be here for you and Jane.
Emma: I'm fine with it and if I need you, I'll make sure to call you right away. Know this though. If you screw with any woman while....
Sickboy: You'll kill me and...
Emma: You'll do likewise if I do the same. Gotcha.
(Sickboy sits up from lying position and gives Emma a quick kiss before standing up from the couch.)
Emma: Where are you going now?
Sickboy: Off to pack my gear, then I'll order some pizza for us to eat for dinner. Afterwards I'm going to book a return airfare to go get some training in.
(Emma gives a quizzical look to Sickboy.)
Emma: A return airfare to where?
Sickboy: Tokyo, Japan. I have someone who is going to teach me a new style of combat.
(Emma then gets up from the couch. She then shares a tight embrace with her husband.)
Emma: Be careful.
Sickboy: I will, I promise.
(Our scene then fades to black only for a second. It then opens up to the outside of the Tokyo Dome in Japan. It is night time in the city but busy in the city. Outside the dome it is quiet. Eerily silent. That is until we hear the rustle of boots walking on grass. Our cameras now pick up the figure of Sickboy, clad in tattered blue denim jeans with a black NIN logo shirt under a black leather jacket. His black hair is long and free flowing in the wind as he walks. As he strolls past the camera, he soon begins to speak.)
Sickboy: All paths lead to here. Tokyo, Japan. A place that honors the tradition of professional wrestling. A place where no matter how times change. It has kept the tradition of the sport the same. It has never shunned it, never spat on it's past. That, that is something that gives me hope of the sport going even further into future. The United States however has done the opposite. Fans are turning away because they're embarrassed to be associated with the sport. And sadly I am becoming one of them. I happen to watch Rapture this past week and felt like I was watching a circus than a wrestling show. Werewolves, a man playing the part of chameleon and not one. Not two but three clowns all under the rule of Terrell Ryder the assistant to the ring master known as Mr. Baker. But whatever. I actually wish to speak to one of the clowns, that I know will be watching.
(Sickboy stops his walking and now turns to the camera.)
Sickboy: Just in case you didn't get the hint, I'm talking about you Morrison. Bravo in being really committed to your act of an obnoxious, arrogant, smart ass. Not to mention you seem to never be short on words when you speak. Again though you did not heed my warning. I was very clear in what I told you. Keep talking shit and retribution will come. You arrogantly brushed it off this past week. So my hand has been forced by you. Though it seems you took a little insurance policy. Because I actually have a letter saying that because of the Elites actions, part done by you of course to be fair. Yoshiru and I being ringleaders in the crusade are banned from signing a contract to PCW. It wasn't so long ago, I actually was offered a contract on a clean slate. Yet now I'm banned? Hmm. Someone I think has been crying to Baker about his pants turning brown and yellow from fear and I'm guessing it would be you. What a bitch you are. I thought Yoshiru and I toughened you up, yet you proved us wrong. Oh, but I'm the one who needs to grow a pair. It's funny you should mention that. Because I am going to share a little story with you.
Morrison, I was once like you. Arrogant, cocky. I had a title that I held for 3 months. Then somebody came into the picture. Let's call him Keith. See Keith was a smug bastard who set out to humiliate me in front of the world. First thing he did was drug me, kidnap me and then had me placed at the mercy of transsexual strippers. A week later, he captured my title. Now did I tuck my tail between my legs before walking away? No. I actually took things further by assaulting his family in his own house on his property. Pissed off he set me alight in a car. Second match he only just beat me. Did I give up then? No. I kept coming back for more and had literally driven him insane. Third match I actually beat him in a cage to the point he never recovered mentally. I. Broke. Him.
Moral of the story Morrison. I don't give up, I don't fear defeat and I don't stop until my objective is complete. Which means that if I ever get the opportunity I will hunt you down like the scumbag that you are.
Now you may think that if you are unfortunate to lose your world title. That there may be a chance I'll leave you alone. Well let me pop that little bubble of hope for you right now. Morrison, you successfully pissed me off to no end with your arrogance of how you supposedly killed the Elite. Well you got me and Yoshiru barred from signing with the PCW because you're practically shitting yourself of what we were going to do. So your safe for now. Know this though. We have our sources giving us some info on cracking PCW security, the question is who is giving us the info? Maybe it's the lovely lass Heather Monroe, maybe it's our buddy Night train. There are a lot of people who hate you Morrison. It's a question on who wants to have the door open for us to come and get you to be maimed.
For now, you are safe my little lamb Morrison. Be warned though. Once the dust is settled I will make sure to hunt you down like a dog.
The question you must ponder to yourself is when?
(Sickboy walks off into the darkness as the scene fades to black).