Post by sick on Feb 10, 2013 20:43:21 GMT -5
The Offender- Magnus Thunder.
The Crime- Being hired as nothing more than hit man to take me out to take me out. Burning a portion of my hair through theatrics. Pissing me off immensely.
Punishment- Fitting for a man like himself. Electrocution.
The Crime- Being hired as nothing more than hit man to take me out to take me out. Burning a portion of my hair through theatrics. Pissing me off immensely.
Punishment- Fitting for a man like himself. Electrocution.
{I think it's safe to say that we all love a thunderstorm. It is one of Mother Nature's true spectacles. It's amazing how we evolve in our lives when it comes to it. I am sure that when we were knee high to a grasshopper that we nearly collectively shit ourselves each thunder crack and lightning strike hit. We cried because of the noise, we got scared because of the darkness and the shadows that the lightning created. Along with the wind that would blow a gale. Over time though. People like me have been mesmerized over it's beauty, sometimes even cackle like mad men for what it could mean. Sort of like me when a huge storm hit on New Years Eve and I was thinking the Apocalypse had come early. Here in my homeland of Australia, many fear lightning. Not for the lightning itself. But for what it actually can result in.
Fire.
Australia is and will forever be a country of varying climate. Summer over here though is , not to put a too finer point on it, fucking hot on a consistent basis. Which with varying moisture can cause storms. So when a lightning strike hits the dry ground or trees, fire is often a result. Just recently. A Tasmanian town of Dunalley was wiped out by fire even though twenty three fire crews fought to try and save it. The point I am trying to make is that while lightning and thunder can cause little damage. Fire can destroy livelihoods, dreams, life.
Magnus Thunder struck me down with lightning two weeks ago. Causing my hair to be singed to the roots. Leaving me to change my look and in the process, pissing me off royally. He struck me with lightning.
In turn, he has lit a fire that is going to burn him.}[/i]
(It's early Monday morning and after a long red eye flight back from North America back to Australia, his true homeland. Curtis Wilkes can finally feel at ease with his feet back on solid earth. All throughout his flight, he has stewed, seethed and pondered at what his future holds. To what he is going to do to those who have put him in such a mood. First it was Magnus placing his hands on him after he 'tried' to help Magnus. Then some young upstart stuck his nose into business that he wasn't involved in. To make matters worse. He has been put in a first ever Lightning Bolt match, where to win, you must electrocute your opponent. If he wasn't sure that there was a plan to get rid of him out of PCW, he is sure now.
So with his gear bag slung over his shoulder along with a luggage bag trailing behind him as he walks. Curtis walks through the crowd of arrivals. Dressed in his jeans with a white Metallica ...And Justice For All shirt under his leather jacket. Not to mention a beanie with the words 'bite me' in full view as he was frightening the people on the plane with his new style of cut. Soon he finds who he is looking for. Ready to meet him is his friend and legal advisor Len. As Curtis approaches Len greets him with a handshake while looking at him curiously).
Curtis: Believe me. It's a long story.
Len: Ah. Well that's good. Maybe it can be told with exactly what you have gotten yourself into.
Curtis: So you know about the match?
Len: Know about it? I watched it on t.v for Christ sakes. No matter what you do, you always seem to stir up shit. One would think you're out of your mind.
(Curtis smiles at the last observation. Out of his mind? Him? Ha!).
Curtis: I promise you I am not Len. You need to not worry about me so much. Yes, I admit in the past I have been somewhat off the rails in my thinking. But I can assure you it's much different. Lead the way and I'll explain.
Len: Fine.
(A quick cut in proceedings. You know, to get rid of the boring stuff. Shows both of the men inside Len's car traveling down the highway towards the city in the direction of Bondi Beach deep in conversation).
Curtis: I can't fathom why you are so worried about this.
Len: Well Jesus, I'll explain it to you. First off as my client, it is my job to worry abut you. Can you imagine the shit storm it would cause if you were to die from your foolishness? Your wife and kid would be devastated, I'd lose bloody income from the bills. But also secondly. You're my best friend as well, so I have a bit of a right to show or express worry. This is madness what you are being put through.
Curtis: Yes, you're right. The thing is though Len. To put Magnus Thunder out of commission permanently would be a huge feather in the cap of not only myself, but for the Elite. I have done what so many others have failed. Mariano, he tried and failed. Keith Daniels, tried and failed. Rob, had many attempts. But fell short. I have literally achieved legendary status in what I have done. Unlike the Triple M's, The Syn's, The Cockroach clan. They have done sweet fuck all to warrant the status they hold.
Len: With the Cockroach clan. You mean Cochrane's buddies right?
Curtis: Ding, ding, ding. That's exactly who I'm talking about. Who was that little shit who jumped me?
Len: Michael Alexander I believe.
Curtis: See this is exactly what I meant about people getting involved in things they have no business in. In fact, Adrien and his slag of the group Aurora were almost laughing at the fact that Marks was going to get what he deserved. Yet this Michael fellow saves Mark by dressing up in some Slipknot knock off band's mask.
Len: Hollywood Undead I believe.
Curtis: Retract my earlier words then. Replace it with this. A shitty Slipknot knock off band. Anyway, if he is that damn antsy to get his hands on me. Then he should hear my next words. After I am done with Magnus, he should grow a set balls and face me one on one. He wants to act like a jacked up bastard. Then at Rapture he should some honor and fight me like a man. Then that'll be about three of them I have dealt with. Whoever Adrien wants to send, I will lay them to waste. He is only delaying the time that I get my hands on him to end him.
(Curtis pauses a second before continuing).
Curtis: The question is whether I want to destroy him first and grab the title off of him. Leaving Baker to deal with my list of demands as his champion. Or do I want to destroy Baker so that Adrien's last lifeline can't be of help to him. Decisions, decisions. That being said. As we speak. I am devising a little plan to upset the establishment of the PCW.
Len Oh really? Do tell.
Curtis: Oh no. I can't let this slip just yet. For there is still a little planning to do and it's a question on when I want the message to be heard. So I am going to keep the PCW guessing until then. One way or another. The message that is going to be sent, will be, loud and clear.
Len: Provided you're not killed in the process of getting there.
Curtis: I'm going to be fine.
(There is a beeping from Curtis's phone coming through his pocket. To which Curtis pulls out to look at. Upon further inspection, thanks to his reliable source, it is a link to a twitter account under MLA_Phenom. Curtis smiles at what he reads).
Len: What is it?
Curtis: Someone wanting to push his execution date closer than expected. Guess I have to accommodate him after I put Magnus out of commission. How far away are we from Campbell Parade?
Len: About twenty minutes.
Curtis: Wicked.
XXX
Even without the lightning strikes potentially hitting him. He is the most electrifying wrestler in the Elite and the PCW. Here he is now about to talk to all of you. Stop, listen, learn.
XXX
Even without the lightning strikes potentially hitting him. He is the most electrifying wrestler in the Elite and the PCW. Here he is now about to talk to all of you. Stop, listen, learn.
XXX
(After a short camera cut with static. Our scene opens up to the inside of a darkened room where for a short while, we are in total darkness. Until a single spotlight is cast down on what looks like a chair. Only this is no ordinary chair, it is the symbol of death row, The Electric Chair. The idea of a dentist and a assistant of Thomas Edison. Two thousand vaults from this bad boy can kill you quick. Soon from the darkness, steps the Australian Psycho Curtis Wilkes with his new green Mohawk styled haircut. He looks over the chair, inspecting it carefully. He soon turns to direction of the filming camera and begins to speak.
Curtis: So this is where our future lays Magnus. Not so much the chair. But the electricity it can produce to kill a criminal. Or a scumbag who took a life. Although if history has taught me anything. The amount of innocent people who have died in this chair is staggering. Yet, with the possibility of injury or even death. You and I are going to fight to shock the other with electricity. I know I said I wanted to have more power. This isn't exactly what I meant. Does it surprise me that we're fighting in a match like this? Sadly no. See Magnus, I figured it out at Rapture why it was done. James Baker is not pleased with me. In fact, he doesn't like me for mouthing off about him on so many occasions and he is not happy with you. For he brought you in to shut me up. He wanted me to be humbled and crushed like a little bug. You my friend have failed him badly. In fact you have disappointed him and in a way, me as well. To the very least, your PCW tenure has been a monumental disaster.
(Curtis proceeds to take a seat in the hard wooden chair and ties the leather straps on it around his ankles tightly).
Curtis: I had to think back to the past Magnus. Back to the days of CWF where your career actually meant something. See in the CWF. You were unstoppable, you couldn't be touched or harmed. Challenger after challenger wanted your title and you vanquished them one by one. Addams, Pledge, Mariano, Roland, Rob, Jack, until Tige pinned you and sent you on your way into happy retirement. Something happened though when you did that. You became one of us. Mortal. You were no longer the immortal god like person we came to know. You became weak, vulnerable. When I saw you come back. I admit that I thought I might have a hard time in beating you. Then we came face to face at the PPV, I looked into your eyes and saw nothing. You didn't have the fire in your eyes or soul. There was nothing there in terms of spirit or fight, just someone going through the motions. Some may say that it was something I would be happy about, that he had no morale left to give it all, allowing me to easily beat him. Excuse me for a second. Assistant!
(Soon a figure walks into view wearing a balaclava over their head and begins to forcefully restrain Curtis's arms. Tightening the leather straps over his wrists before disappearing into the darkness).
Curtis: Now, one would've thought I would be happy. Alas, you pissed me off that you couldn't even muster up the respect to give me a fight. It insulted me. It was made even worse by the fact that I went out of my way to indirectly make you sound like a threat to everyone in the PCW. That you were the real deal, that you were the man. And what did you do? You let yourself, your believers, the PCW and even me down badly. Your time in the sunlight, by all rights is over and now it is time to do the honorable thing. Stop. Stop the fighting, stop the struggle that you are continuing with in that stupid fight for justice. For it does simply not exist. Please know Magnus, I am not trying to hurt you Magnus, I am trying to set you free from the chains that have weighed you down. So out of the goodness of my heart. I am going to finally put you down to rest. Assistant, if you please.
(The balaclava clad figure now comes back into view with a black mask in one hand and a wet sponge in the other. The masked figure slips the the black mask over Curtis's head, leaving only his eyes exposed. The wet sponge is then placed on top of his head before securing the charge on top of the sponge. The figure leans next Curtis's head and nods before walking into the darkness again. Now the camera focuses on the dark brown eyes Curtis as he continues to speak).
Curtis: There is an old saying Magnus. 'You live by the sword, you die by the sword'. Your sword is lightning, it is your calling card that is meant to strike fear in your opponents. I was once afraid of the lightning, that was until I turned eight years old. Now, it thrills me to see it. Some people say I have no chance in beating you and they were the exact same people who said I wouldn't beat you the first time. Well let's just say. Lightning is going to strike a second time when I burn you through the voltage of the bolts that I will send through your body. I am going to do what only one person has done in the past. That is silence the Thunder once and for all. Know this Magnus when you feel the volts pulse through your body.
I am Australian. The true definition of whoop ass mate.
I am also Elite. Which mean Magnus. I will always be fucking BETTER THAN YOU!!!!!
(The heavy clunking sound of the switch being pulled for the chair can be heard and with that. The scene fades to black).