Post by sick on Aug 10, 2012 3:07:51 GMT -5
(A black and white video package begins to play, the first still image shows Sickboy standing with his arms crossed staring directly at us while the first strains of Surgery by Charlie Clouser begins to play. Every so often the image blacks out before coming back to focus more on the eyes of Curtis Wilkes).
{I am a psychopath}.
(A still image now shows Sickboy drenched in blood from what appears to be a forehead cut).
{I enjoy pain and misery. Either through receiving it, or giving it}.
(Now the screen goes into full color showing highlights of Sickboy giving and receiving pain. Among the highlights includes, Sickboy breaking Chemical X's fingers in CWF, Sickboy having his leg broken at the hands of Astro in IOA, Falling through a table from a height of 15 feet at the top of a cage to defeat Keith Daniels. Numerous chair shots taken and received in the past before slowing down to show several shots of Sickboy's face etched in pain, anger, sadistic smiles, sadness. As the video plays, Sickboy's voice continues to narrate).
{From age twenty three through to the current age of thirty one. I have had my marriage tested, my bones broken, my loyalties questioned. I've suffered defeat, I basked in glory. In the nearly ten years of my career I've been laughed at, been cheered, been booed at. Feared, respected, disrespected, liked, loathed. Challenger and champion. There is one thing though that I want to be more than anything in the world. That is the best there is in wrestling. There is one thing though that has stopped from that goal}.
(A picture of Michael Morrison is shown holding the PCW World title with a huge smile on his face).
{Soon the picture you see will be erased and be replaced with a picture that shows what a legacy truly should look like and what a supposed legacy looks like when destroyed}.
(A final picture shows Sickboy holding the World Title over an unconscious Michael Morrison).
{It will be then that I will shake off the shame I have felt for nearly a year. And complete the journey in becoming the World Champion. Again}.
(Several hours have passed since the latest edition of Rapture went to air, with the buzz of Wrestle extravaganza now at a fever pitch. In many ways there will be some huge scores to settle amongst some of the PCW superstars. None more so than in the highly anticipated main event of the evening with Michael Morrison facing what could be his toughest challenge to date in Curtis Sickboy Wilkes. A man who has been somewhat of a thorn in his side. Who time and time again has been breathing down his neck. Now the time for games are over. In one way or another, the PCW will never be the same again. The only winners out of this match will be the PCW fans and PCW management. With the fans getting to see a knockdown drag them out fight and PCW management getting a fair slice of the profits from a reported sold out event. This is going to be one hell of an event.
But our scene opens up curiously to the inside of the Baton Rouge medical centre. In particular a check up room where we see a doctor in his mid thirties appearing to check up on a patient. As the camera moves around, it reveals the person being checked up on is PCW interviewer Michelle Silva. Who tonight was the victim of a Triple M assault. With cameras coming closer, we can see the marks on her neck where Triple M's hand grip was. She appears to be still shaken up from the ordeal).
Doc: Well Mrs. Silva. There appears to be a fair bit of bruising around the neck area, but no signs of physical injury. Are you sure you don't want to spend the night for observation?
MS: No I should be fine. I'm just a little shaken up that's all.
Doc: Are you going to report this to the police?
MS: Maybe I don't know. All I know is I have to go to Boston as soon as possible for our next show. I just hope nothing happens like that again.
Doc: You take care now alright.
(After checking out on her own accord, she walks outside the front of the hospital. As she walks we see leaning against the brick wall smoking a cigarette. The man they call Curtis Wilkes or Sickboy as we know him affectionately. He sees Michelle walking and briskly walks up to her from behind).
Sickboy: He hurt you?
(Michelle seems shocked to see Sickboy near her).
MS: A bit.
(Sickboy looks at the marks on her neck).
Sickboy: Bastards going to pay for that.
MS: Why do you care?
Sickboy: Because a man should never harm a woman.
MS: Sort of like you did with Dannielle Lopez?
Sickboy: Well see Dannielle I know from experience can take as good as she gives. You're not a wrestler though. You're a journalist who shouldn't be assaulted and choked because you want to do your job. I may be a prick, but I never stoop that low to prove it.
MS: Desiree Miles though?
Sickboy: Look at the tape. I never touched her, Yoshiru did.
(Michelle turns to look at Sickboy).
MS: Look, what exactly do you want from me? Apart from doing a check up?
Sickboy: I want to thank you for what you have done for me.
MS: Well the extra money was good, that's all I can say. I don't know if I was effective though.
Sickboy: Oh you were. Without you, the revolution of Elite wouldn't have started up again. You were the perfect spy, giving me the updates on Morrison, prodding him in order to get paranoid of mine and Yoshiru's return. He always thought Baker was giving us the info, instead of looking at the one closest to him. Who was always there.
MS: Yeah, well now that Baker has seen this on footage, I might be gone now.
Sickboy: You leave him to me. Besides we can always use an interviewer to help us spread the message of the Elite. If I win at Wrestle extravaganza, he is going to have bend to my every whim and wish if he wants me to not do something extremely drastic to his pride and joy.
MS: Do you think you can beat Morrison?
Sickboy: I know, he knows and everyone knows I can. He was clutching at that title at the end of the show. Because he knows, I'm a threat to him. From this company's rebirth, he has been fearing the rematch he has to have with me. He can no longer run away from the failure that is about to be bestowed upon him. I can no longer keep a part of my legacy on hold and that is to become the greatest wrestler in the PCW.
MS: Well that being said, I better get organized to go to Boston
(Michelle turns to leave but Sickboy grasps her gently by the shoulder to turn her back around).
Sickboy: After what you have been through with Triple M or whatever his name is. I think you shouldn't be going alone without a little protection.
MS: You aren't going to try anything are you?
Sickboy: Lest I want to be killed by my wife Michelle, I think you'll be safe.
(Both of them begin to walk together, with Sickboy taking a slight lead. They soon approach a newer model Dodge Viper black in color with two red stripes running vertically from back to front. As they approach, Sickboy opens the door for Michelle to get in. To which she does. Sickboy closes her door before going over to the drivers side and getting in himself behind drivers wheel).
Sickboy: Okay Michelle, I must warn you. I love driving fast.
Michelle: I don't think I'll mind.
Sickboy: All right, here we go.
(With the key turn in the ignition, the Dodge Viper comes alive with loud revs. With a quick handbrake turn. The car's tires squeal as they turn and the car powers off into the distance as the scene momentarily goes to black).
(We come back to show the Dodge Viper parked on the side of a long stretch of road in the dead of night. The sound of the wind going through, the crickets chirping accompany the scene as the camera focuses on the long road ahead. Soon Sickboy steps into view looking at the road ahead. As he does this, he begins to speak out about what the future holds for him).
Sickboy: We all walk a path in our lifetime. We all most follow a road to travel to our destination. Some travel the road to find redemption, some travel to find answers to questions they themselves need for closure. No matter what happens in your life. You will travel a road at one point in your lives. Me though, this is my road to cementing my legacy. To being the PCW World Heavyweight champion. In my way, is the man that for two to three months has been living on borrowed time. Since I came back, he has done nothing but run his mouth about being the self proclaimed 'Greatness Personified'. I am talking about Michael Morrison. It has been a long wait, too long in fact. To finally get my hands on his neck and squeeze his neck so much that his ego along with his head will pop like a pimple full of pus.
(Sickboy turns towards the camera).
And it looks like you're already feeling the pressure Morrison, because you choked big time this past week against Dannielle Lopez. This was the match that you had to win with our match on the horizon. That was the match, that you had to show me that I must fear what is going to happen in two weeks. You didn't do any of those things. Instead you got beaten, then felt my knuckles being buried into your forehead, along with my forearms locked around your throat pulling back to choke you out into the darkness. When you were in the darkness of your unconscious mind, you must have seen a vision of your future in that split second. Next thing you know, your holding your title like a kid with a teddy bear waking from a bad dream. Claiming that it was yours and nobody can touch you. It must be sinking in that you're no longer a sure shot anymore, that our match is not going to be a foregone conclusion as you may have thought. Arrogance has a price Morrison and you're finding that out right now. That perfect glass house you have lived in, is now falling apart piece by piece. If it wasn't illustrated in your match, it would've been with that little rascals fiasco last week. Seriously, what the fuck was that about?
See that's why I never liked you Morrison. This whole arrogance of yours is annoying and what's worst is you don't see how it's letting you down. I mean if I had to face Dannielle Lopez, I would've considered her a threat and you can laugh about that all you like. After all you did just that and you lost. Because you thought a woman couldn't beat you and now it has bitten you on the ass big time. You may not have said it Morrison, it was just the vibe you gave off that made me think it. You don't believe in respect so don't preach about how you respect certain people and then make claims that they fear you. Sort of like.....Oh yeah, sort of how you did the same thing with me. That is what has led you to this point in time Morrison. You took the bait I dished out and couldn't keep your mouth shut about wanting me to fight you to back my words up. I came back and you have run away like a coward show after show. You're not a fighting champion Morrison and so far I think you've proven that point in spades.
After all, it was James Baker, God forbid. That actually had to make the match between us. Because all the while I was willing and able to make a challenge to you. You didn't have the balls to say yes to it. You stalled, fumbled, bumbled, bitched and moaned to James that I didn't deserve it. To be quite honest Morrison, as much as James hates my guts, he also loves money. That's why he booked this match. He knows that the money is going shoot PCW to the top of the Fortune 500. Tickets have been sold out for months. PPV ratings are set to go through the roof. He couldn't have cared less if you didn't want to face me. Thanks to me hyping this up, he is set to become a millionaire ten times over. Meanwhile your first match against Leon Lonewolf as the first PPV main event nearly ruined him financially because you couldn't draw flies to shit.
I have built you up Morrison. Now I'm going to tear you apart limb from limb until there is nothing left of you.
I have built you into the great white hope for the PCW against the Elite. I have successfully gotten the fans to give you some sort of notice in them cheering you and making me the villain. Which took some doing I must say. I have made you bleed, see darkness, feel pain, the underdog. There is just one thing I haven't made you feel just yet and that is loss. Hopelessness. Shame. Soon enough Morrison, I will make you feel all of it in one fell swoop. I re iterate, I have built you up to be a worthy sacrifice and it will be soon that the leader must be appeased. The leader being me. No more games, no more running. You must face the destiny that has been set for you.
(Sickboy points to the road ahead before turning back to the camera).
Sickboy: Morrison, my destiny is going to be decided once I reach the end of that road. A road that leads to every New Yorkers nightmare, that being Boston. When I reach the end of that road to face you Morrison. I promise. No, I guarantee that I will rip you apart piece by piece. Until there is nothing left but a shell of a man in place. I will destroy your will to go on, I will destroy any credibility you once had. And when it's all been said and done. I am going to stand victorious with the World Heavyweight title in my hand raised above my head.
For you cannot stop my destiny, for I am known as an Elite.
And being Elite will trump 'Greatness Personified'.
Because I know that I am better than you!!!
(With those final words Sickboy gets back into the Dodge Viper and with the tires turning in the dirt, he speeds off into the distance as the scene fades to black).
{I am a psychopath}.
(A still image now shows Sickboy drenched in blood from what appears to be a forehead cut).
{I enjoy pain and misery. Either through receiving it, or giving it}.
(Now the screen goes into full color showing highlights of Sickboy giving and receiving pain. Among the highlights includes, Sickboy breaking Chemical X's fingers in CWF, Sickboy having his leg broken at the hands of Astro in IOA, Falling through a table from a height of 15 feet at the top of a cage to defeat Keith Daniels. Numerous chair shots taken and received in the past before slowing down to show several shots of Sickboy's face etched in pain, anger, sadistic smiles, sadness. As the video plays, Sickboy's voice continues to narrate).
{From age twenty three through to the current age of thirty one. I have had my marriage tested, my bones broken, my loyalties questioned. I've suffered defeat, I basked in glory. In the nearly ten years of my career I've been laughed at, been cheered, been booed at. Feared, respected, disrespected, liked, loathed. Challenger and champion. There is one thing though that I want to be more than anything in the world. That is the best there is in wrestling. There is one thing though that has stopped from that goal}.
(A picture of Michael Morrison is shown holding the PCW World title with a huge smile on his face).
{Soon the picture you see will be erased and be replaced with a picture that shows what a legacy truly should look like and what a supposed legacy looks like when destroyed}.
(A final picture shows Sickboy holding the World Title over an unconscious Michael Morrison).
{It will be then that I will shake off the shame I have felt for nearly a year. And complete the journey in becoming the World Champion. Again}.
(Several hours have passed since the latest edition of Rapture went to air, with the buzz of Wrestle extravaganza now at a fever pitch. In many ways there will be some huge scores to settle amongst some of the PCW superstars. None more so than in the highly anticipated main event of the evening with Michael Morrison facing what could be his toughest challenge to date in Curtis Sickboy Wilkes. A man who has been somewhat of a thorn in his side. Who time and time again has been breathing down his neck. Now the time for games are over. In one way or another, the PCW will never be the same again. The only winners out of this match will be the PCW fans and PCW management. With the fans getting to see a knockdown drag them out fight and PCW management getting a fair slice of the profits from a reported sold out event. This is going to be one hell of an event.
But our scene opens up curiously to the inside of the Baton Rouge medical centre. In particular a check up room where we see a doctor in his mid thirties appearing to check up on a patient. As the camera moves around, it reveals the person being checked up on is PCW interviewer Michelle Silva. Who tonight was the victim of a Triple M assault. With cameras coming closer, we can see the marks on her neck where Triple M's hand grip was. She appears to be still shaken up from the ordeal).
Doc: Well Mrs. Silva. There appears to be a fair bit of bruising around the neck area, but no signs of physical injury. Are you sure you don't want to spend the night for observation?
MS: No I should be fine. I'm just a little shaken up that's all.
Doc: Are you going to report this to the police?
MS: Maybe I don't know. All I know is I have to go to Boston as soon as possible for our next show. I just hope nothing happens like that again.
Doc: You take care now alright.
(After checking out on her own accord, she walks outside the front of the hospital. As she walks we see leaning against the brick wall smoking a cigarette. The man they call Curtis Wilkes or Sickboy as we know him affectionately. He sees Michelle walking and briskly walks up to her from behind).
Sickboy: He hurt you?
(Michelle seems shocked to see Sickboy near her).
MS: A bit.
(Sickboy looks at the marks on her neck).
Sickboy: Bastards going to pay for that.
MS: Why do you care?
Sickboy: Because a man should never harm a woman.
MS: Sort of like you did with Dannielle Lopez?
Sickboy: Well see Dannielle I know from experience can take as good as she gives. You're not a wrestler though. You're a journalist who shouldn't be assaulted and choked because you want to do your job. I may be a prick, but I never stoop that low to prove it.
MS: Desiree Miles though?
Sickboy: Look at the tape. I never touched her, Yoshiru did.
(Michelle turns to look at Sickboy).
MS: Look, what exactly do you want from me? Apart from doing a check up?
Sickboy: I want to thank you for what you have done for me.
MS: Well the extra money was good, that's all I can say. I don't know if I was effective though.
Sickboy: Oh you were. Without you, the revolution of Elite wouldn't have started up again. You were the perfect spy, giving me the updates on Morrison, prodding him in order to get paranoid of mine and Yoshiru's return. He always thought Baker was giving us the info, instead of looking at the one closest to him. Who was always there.
MS: Yeah, well now that Baker has seen this on footage, I might be gone now.
Sickboy: You leave him to me. Besides we can always use an interviewer to help us spread the message of the Elite. If I win at Wrestle extravaganza, he is going to have bend to my every whim and wish if he wants me to not do something extremely drastic to his pride and joy.
MS: Do you think you can beat Morrison?
Sickboy: I know, he knows and everyone knows I can. He was clutching at that title at the end of the show. Because he knows, I'm a threat to him. From this company's rebirth, he has been fearing the rematch he has to have with me. He can no longer run away from the failure that is about to be bestowed upon him. I can no longer keep a part of my legacy on hold and that is to become the greatest wrestler in the PCW.
MS: Well that being said, I better get organized to go to Boston
(Michelle turns to leave but Sickboy grasps her gently by the shoulder to turn her back around).
Sickboy: After what you have been through with Triple M or whatever his name is. I think you shouldn't be going alone without a little protection.
MS: You aren't going to try anything are you?
Sickboy: Lest I want to be killed by my wife Michelle, I think you'll be safe.
(Both of them begin to walk together, with Sickboy taking a slight lead. They soon approach a newer model Dodge Viper black in color with two red stripes running vertically from back to front. As they approach, Sickboy opens the door for Michelle to get in. To which she does. Sickboy closes her door before going over to the drivers side and getting in himself behind drivers wheel).
Sickboy: Okay Michelle, I must warn you. I love driving fast.
Michelle: I don't think I'll mind.
Sickboy: All right, here we go.
(With the key turn in the ignition, the Dodge Viper comes alive with loud revs. With a quick handbrake turn. The car's tires squeal as they turn and the car powers off into the distance as the scene momentarily goes to black).
XXX
And now the following the promo is now paid for in conjunction with the Elite
XXX
(We come back to show the Dodge Viper parked on the side of a long stretch of road in the dead of night. The sound of the wind going through, the crickets chirping accompany the scene as the camera focuses on the long road ahead. Soon Sickboy steps into view looking at the road ahead. As he does this, he begins to speak out about what the future holds for him).
Sickboy: We all walk a path in our lifetime. We all most follow a road to travel to our destination. Some travel the road to find redemption, some travel to find answers to questions they themselves need for closure. No matter what happens in your life. You will travel a road at one point in your lives. Me though, this is my road to cementing my legacy. To being the PCW World Heavyweight champion. In my way, is the man that for two to three months has been living on borrowed time. Since I came back, he has done nothing but run his mouth about being the self proclaimed 'Greatness Personified'. I am talking about Michael Morrison. It has been a long wait, too long in fact. To finally get my hands on his neck and squeeze his neck so much that his ego along with his head will pop like a pimple full of pus.
(Sickboy turns towards the camera).
And it looks like you're already feeling the pressure Morrison, because you choked big time this past week against Dannielle Lopez. This was the match that you had to win with our match on the horizon. That was the match, that you had to show me that I must fear what is going to happen in two weeks. You didn't do any of those things. Instead you got beaten, then felt my knuckles being buried into your forehead, along with my forearms locked around your throat pulling back to choke you out into the darkness. When you were in the darkness of your unconscious mind, you must have seen a vision of your future in that split second. Next thing you know, your holding your title like a kid with a teddy bear waking from a bad dream. Claiming that it was yours and nobody can touch you. It must be sinking in that you're no longer a sure shot anymore, that our match is not going to be a foregone conclusion as you may have thought. Arrogance has a price Morrison and you're finding that out right now. That perfect glass house you have lived in, is now falling apart piece by piece. If it wasn't illustrated in your match, it would've been with that little rascals fiasco last week. Seriously, what the fuck was that about?
See that's why I never liked you Morrison. This whole arrogance of yours is annoying and what's worst is you don't see how it's letting you down. I mean if I had to face Dannielle Lopez, I would've considered her a threat and you can laugh about that all you like. After all you did just that and you lost. Because you thought a woman couldn't beat you and now it has bitten you on the ass big time. You may not have said it Morrison, it was just the vibe you gave off that made me think it. You don't believe in respect so don't preach about how you respect certain people and then make claims that they fear you. Sort of like.....Oh yeah, sort of how you did the same thing with me. That is what has led you to this point in time Morrison. You took the bait I dished out and couldn't keep your mouth shut about wanting me to fight you to back my words up. I came back and you have run away like a coward show after show. You're not a fighting champion Morrison and so far I think you've proven that point in spades.
After all, it was James Baker, God forbid. That actually had to make the match between us. Because all the while I was willing and able to make a challenge to you. You didn't have the balls to say yes to it. You stalled, fumbled, bumbled, bitched and moaned to James that I didn't deserve it. To be quite honest Morrison, as much as James hates my guts, he also loves money. That's why he booked this match. He knows that the money is going shoot PCW to the top of the Fortune 500. Tickets have been sold out for months. PPV ratings are set to go through the roof. He couldn't have cared less if you didn't want to face me. Thanks to me hyping this up, he is set to become a millionaire ten times over. Meanwhile your first match against Leon Lonewolf as the first PPV main event nearly ruined him financially because you couldn't draw flies to shit.
I have built you up Morrison. Now I'm going to tear you apart limb from limb until there is nothing left of you.
I have built you into the great white hope for the PCW against the Elite. I have successfully gotten the fans to give you some sort of notice in them cheering you and making me the villain. Which took some doing I must say. I have made you bleed, see darkness, feel pain, the underdog. There is just one thing I haven't made you feel just yet and that is loss. Hopelessness. Shame. Soon enough Morrison, I will make you feel all of it in one fell swoop. I re iterate, I have built you up to be a worthy sacrifice and it will be soon that the leader must be appeased. The leader being me. No more games, no more running. You must face the destiny that has been set for you.
(Sickboy points to the road ahead before turning back to the camera).
Sickboy: Morrison, my destiny is going to be decided once I reach the end of that road. A road that leads to every New Yorkers nightmare, that being Boston. When I reach the end of that road to face you Morrison. I promise. No, I guarantee that I will rip you apart piece by piece. Until there is nothing left but a shell of a man in place. I will destroy your will to go on, I will destroy any credibility you once had. And when it's all been said and done. I am going to stand victorious with the World Heavyweight title in my hand raised above my head.
For you cannot stop my destiny, for I am known as an Elite.
And being Elite will trump 'Greatness Personified'.
Because I know that I am better than you!!!
(With those final words Sickboy gets back into the Dodge Viper and with the tires turning in the dirt, he speeds off into the distance as the scene fades to black).