Post by Yoshiru Long on Aug 4, 2013 3:00:35 GMT -5
SEXAME STREET
Yoshiru Long, Curtis Wilkes, and Paul Blair stand, arms folded in front of them. Yoshiru and Paul both wear black suits as Curtis wears a black suit that is torn and tattered, the sleeves ripped off the jacket and shirt. Darkness surrounds them.
YOSHIRU LONG: The following is a public service announcement. The material presented by The Elite might not be suitable for children...or for adults. If you are offended by lesbians or hookers...
CURTIS WILKES: By homosexuals or transvestites...
PAUL BLAIR: By blacks or Arabs...
CURTIS WILKES: African-Americans mate.
PAUL BLAIR: I thought they were black?
CURTIS WILKES: They are, but it's best to stay politically correct. People are sue-crazy these days.
PAUL BLAIR: Fine. African-Americans or Arabs...
YOSHIRU LONG: Japs or spics...
PAUL BLAIR: Wouldn't Japs be offensive?
YOSHIRU LONG: It can't be offensive. I'm Japanese. It'd be like an African-American calling another African-American a nigga. Their own race, so it's not offensive.
PAUL BLAIR: Are you sure?
YOSHIRU LONG: Let's just continue...
CURTIS WILKES: By aliens or unicorns...
PAUL BLAIR: By Barney or Dora The Explorer...
YOSHIRU LONG: By porn stars or politicians...
CURTIS WILKES: If you take offense from any of these things, then this material is not suitable for you.
PAUL BLAIR: Viewer discretion is advised.
After a moment of silence, everything goes to static.
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Music begins to play. Children run toward a playground. They crouch down, drawing on the cement with chalk. A sun is drawn within the blue sky on the pavement.
--Can you tell me how to get... Can you tell me how to get...--
Big Bird suddenly floats by in a hot air balloon. Down at street level, chalk drawn buildings set the background as traffic drives by. Grover drives a taxi with a child in the back seat.
--Sunny days...sweepin' the clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweet...--
Near the buildings, Muppets walk the sidewalk. One walks over to a drop-box for mail to deposit a letter and is attacked by another Muppet jumping out of the drop slot.
--Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?--
A chalk drawing of a plate of cookies and a carton of milk appear. The Cookie Monster grabs a cookie off of the plate and devours it like it's a crack fix.
--Can you tell me how to get...--
A chalk drawing of flowers rests on the pavement with a hand drawing in a bubble blower. The girl picks up the blower blowing bubbles with a chalk-drawn fountain, skyscrapers, trees, flowers, and a butterfly in the background. Elmo rides past on a big-wheel as two children play in the distance. Elmo laughs.
--Come and play, everything's A-Okay.--
A hand draws a plant as a Muppet-fairy flies by.
--Friendly neighbors there. That's where we meet. Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street.--
The fairy flies over to a chalk-drawn window for a building with a flower planter full of flowers on the ledge. Ernie looks out the window, admiring the flowers. Down below, kids play near the front steps as Oscar pops out of his garbage can and Big Bird watches on. Another Muppet dances around. Grove flies by.
--Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street.--
Grover flies past the building and crashes in to the Sesame Street street sign, dropping to the ground as the music fades and kids begin to laugh. A chalk-drawn Sesame Street street sign appears on the pavement. A woman and a man stand in front of a series of old brick buildings each with a broom in hand, sweeping off the sidewalk.
WOMAN: Hi. Welcome to Sesame Street. Look at this.
MAN: What a mess!
A whole community of people are helping clean up near the buildings. A door to the front of one of the buildings opens. Yoshiru Long followed by Big Bird step out of the building, and walk down the steps.
BIG BIRD: We're so glad we could have you come and visit Sesame Street, Yoshiru.
YOSHIRU LONG: It's my pleasure, Big Bird.
BIG BIRD: Look at the community. Hard at work cleaning up!
YOSHIRU LONG: It's a great thing to see, Big Bird.
BIG BIRD: Speaking of things to see...do you want to go see my nest?!
YOSHIRU LONG: Umm, I'm not sure how to respond to that Big Bird.
BIG BIRD: What do you mean?
YOSHIRU LONG: Well, I've never actually known if you were a boy or a girl... And in the case that you're a boy, I don't swing that way.
BIG BIRD: Swing? You want to go to the swings?
YOSHIRU LONG: Nevermind. Let's go to the nest. I have an RPD with me, so we're good.
Yoshiru follows Big Bird down the sidewalk. They stop at Big Bird's “nest”.
BIG BIRD: Here it is!
Yoshiru examines it for a moment.
YOSHIRU LONG: This is a kid-friendly show, right?
BIG BIRD: Of course!
YOSHIRU LONG: Yeah, look. The only thing that would scream stranger danger worse than this is a windowless white van parked in an alley where children walk near to go to and from school.
BIG BIRD: Oh, that's where Elmo lives!
YOSHIRU LONG: That's a little creepy.
Members of the community approach. A woman steps forward.
WOMAN: Have either of you seen little Mikey?
BIG BIRD: Mikey?
WOMAN: He's missing, Big Bird, and I'm a little scared. He's the fifth child this week that's went missing!
BIG BIRD: I haven't seen him...
YOSHIRU LONG: Missing child? Does that happen a lot here?
WOMAN: Recently, yes.
YOSHIRU LONG: Hmm.
WOMAN: Can you help us?
YOSHIRU LONG: Me? No. But I might know someone who can. Excuse me for a moment.
Yoshiru steps in to Big Bird's next, hiding himself from the community. After a few moments, a man in a white spandex outfit with a white mask steps out of the nest, a big “C” on his chest.
WOMAN: Whoa! Who are you?
C-MAN: I am C-Man!
Big Bird appears giddy.
BIG BIRD: I like semen!
C-Man looks at Big Bird confused.
C-MAN: Not semen...C-Man!
WOMAN: Can you help us find the missing children?
C-MAN: Of course, Ma'am! Big Bird...how would you like to be my sidekick?
BIG BIRD: Oh, would I!
C-Man pulls Big Bird in to his nest for a moment. As they step out, Big Bird has a red handkerchief with eye-holes cut out of it on his face. A red sheet is tied around his neck, dropping behind him like a cape. The red letters “BJ” rest on his chest, made out of pieces of a sheet that is taped to him.
WOMAN: BJ?
C-MAN: Big Justice.
WOMAN: Ahh, a little misleading...
C-MAN: Come on, BJ! We have some kids to find!
C-Man and BJ fly off. They look down toward the sidewalk as Snuff walks along, eying at the passing children.
C-MAN: BJ! That fluffy bastard there! He could be our guy!
C-Man and BJ fly down to the sidewalk, planting themselves right in front of Snuff.
C-MAN: Alright you red elephant! Where the hell are the children?!
SNUFF: The children? They're walking down the sidewalk. See?
C-MAN: I see. A smart-ass. BJ, show him that we mean business!
BJ: Me?
C-MAN: Yes you! Come on now! You're a superhero, remember?
BJ: Right... RIGHT!
BJ swings a wing at Snuff, smacking him upside the head.
SNUFF: Did you just hit me?! Why in the hell did you hit me?!
C-MAN: Tell us where the children are before BJ shoves that trunk of yours straight up your ass!
Snuff, angered, grabs BJ with his trunk and flings him viciously at a building. BJ crashes to the ground.
SNUFF: You want a piece of me too, whitey?!
C-MAN: Fuck! You're a little stronger than I thought!
Snuff wraps his trunk around C-Man's torso and lifts him in to the air. He squeezes C-Man.
C-MAN: Damn, you're strong! Let's see how you like a little drizzle of goo in the eye!
C-Man launches his white goo right in to Snuff's eye. Snuff stumbles back as he releases C-Man. C-Man slowly regains composure.
C-MAN: Let's see how you like being drenched!
C-Man unleashes a stream of goo, completely frosting Snuff in sticky whiteness.
C-MAN: BJ, I got him!
BJ slowly returns to his feet and walks over to C-Man.
BJ: What do we do now?
C-MAN: I have an idea...
C-Man grabs Snuff by his rear legs.
C-MAN: Grab his head. We're going to bring him in to the alley.
BJ grabs Snuff's head and the two drag Snuff in to the alley. C-Man grabs a towel and wipes off Snuff's face as BJ holds Snuff down.
C-MAN: I'm only going to ask you this one more time...where are the missing children?
SNUFF: I don't know what you're talking about.
C-Man shakes his head. He grabs Snuff's trunk and tugs on it, positioning it at Snuff's back side as Snuff screams in pain.
C-MAN: You asked for it.
C-Man forcefully shoves Snuff trunk in to his ass. He forces more and more of the trunk inside before Snuff finally speaks up.
SNUFF: Alright! Alright! I'm not sure where the children are...but Oscar might know!
C-MAN: Oscar you say? Where can we find Oscar?
BJ: I know! Follow me!
C-Man releases Snuff's trunk as Snuff struggles to tug it out of his ass. C-Man and BJ fly off. The look down upon the streets.
BJ: There! That garbage can!
C-Man and BJ land near the garbage can.
C-MAN: Oscar?
Oscar pops out of the can.
OSCAR: What the hell do you want?!
C-MAN: What can you tell us about the missing children?
OSCAR: Nothing... That is, unless you're willing to...pay me for the information...
C-MAN: What do you want?
BJ: He loves garbage. Anything dirty really.
C-MAN: Garbage? Hmmm...
C-Man hesitates as he thinks.
C-MAN: Give me a moment. I'll be right back.
C-Man enters the building that Oscar's can is in front of. After a few moments, he walks out of the building with a South American baby in hand. He tosses the baby in to Oscar's can.
C-MAN: Is that good enough garbage for you?
OSCAR: That'll do.
C-MAN: So, the children...
OSCAR: Word on the street is that Sesame Street has it's very own sex ring. I'm not sure who's in charge of it, but I've heard Count Von Count counting up a storm lately.
C-MAN: You think he's counting the children collected for the sex ring?
OSCAR: I'm not sure. But he'd be the one that I'd check out...if I cared.
C-MAN: You heard the monster! Let's go find Count Von Count!
BJ: But he's spooky.
C-MAN: You're a superhero! Spooky never stops a superhero, BJ!
C-Man and BJ fly off. On the outskirts of Sesame Street, they find Count Von Count's castle. The Count stands on top of the castle, looking toward Sesame Street. C-Man and BJ land next to him on the castle.
COUNT VON COUNT: Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.
C-MAN: What are you counting?
COUNT VON COUNT: Nothing in particular. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two.
C-MAN: Can you tell me anything about the Sesame Street sex ring?
COUNT VON COUNT: Sex ring? I don't know anything about a sex ring. But I was offered a job to count inventory.
C-MAN: For who?
COUNT VON COUNT: The Cookie Monster.
C-MAN: Did he tell you what for?
COUNT VON COUNT: I assumed it was to count cookies.
C-MAN: BJ, do you know where to find this Cookie Monster?
BJ: I know where he goes to get his fix.
C-Man and BJ fly off. The slow down as they come to a darkened alley with a dumpster in it. The two land next to the dumpster.
C-MAN: Where is he?
BJ: I'm not sure. This is where he comes to get his fix though. I see him here all the time.
A shadowy Muppet approaches wearing a fedora and a trench coat.
MUPPET: Hey...you guys looking for a fix? I have the finest cookie dough in Sesame Street. It will straight up fuck you up!
The Muppet opens his trench coat to reveal tubes of cookie dough taped to the inside.
MUPPET: What do ya say?
C-MAN: We're not here for a fix. We're hear to talk to The Cookie Monster.
MUPPET: That low-life?! If you see him, tell him he still owes me fifty bucks. I'd hate to have to take action like last time. Only so many times you can break a monster's leg before you resort to “other methods”...
C-MAN: We'll let him know.
The Muppet walks off.
C-MAN: What the hell is that smell?!
BJ: We are next to a dumpster.
C-MAN: It smells like a raccoon's ass!
C-Man lifts the lid of the dumpster. The Cookie Monster lays on top of a pile of garbage, cookie dough oozing out of his mouth as flies swarm his body.
C-MAN: Fuck! Is he dead?!
BJ: Umm, I think so.
C-MAN: Overdose?
BJ: Looks like it.
C-MAN: Fuck! A dead end! What do we do now?
BJ: We could go talk to Elmo. He should be in his van.
C-Man and BJ fly off. They find the white van and land near it. C-Man knocks on the back door. After a moment, the door opens.
ELMO: Hi!
C-MAN: Enough of the chit-chat! Where are the children?
ELMO: Elmo don't know what you're talking about.
C-MAN: Don't bullshit me you fury, red piece of shit!
ELMO: Elmo not piece of shit. Elmo fun-loving!
C-MAN: Elmo's about to be skullfucked by a big, yellow bird if he doesn't start talking!
ELMO: Elmo no want that. Elmo jaw still in pain after last week.
C-Man looks back at BJ with a look of confusion. BJ blushes.
C-MAN: Whatever. Look, Elmo. Sesame Street has a sex ring. We need to find out who's in charge.
ELMO: Elmo no know who's in charge.
C-MAN: Have you seen anyone who has seemed suspicious lately?
ELMO: Elmo see Bert and Ernie pull shades all the time.
C-MAN: Bert and Ernie... Alright. How would you like to do us a favor, Elmo?
ELMO: Elmo help, just no big bird service this time.
C-MAN: Deal. Here's what we need you to do...
C-Man steps in to Elmo's van with BJ and closes the door. After a while, the door opens again and Elmo steps out. He walks to the building across the street from his van and enters. Elmo uses the stairs to get to the third floor. He walks down the hallway, stops, and knocks on a door.
BERT: Who is it?!
ELMO: Elmo!
ERNIE: Well gee, Bert. We haven't seen Elmo in forever!
Bert opens the door just enough for Elmo to enter the apartment.
BERT: What do you want?!
ELMO: Elmo looking for good time.
ERNIE: Another customer, Bert!
BERT: Shut the hell up, Ernie!
Bert turns to Ernie and bitch-slaps him.
BERT: Don't make me take you to the back room!
ERNIE: I'm sorry, Bert. I'll be good, I promise!
BERT: A good time you say? What are you looking for? American, Asian, African-American, Monster, Spanish...
ELMO: Elmo want Asian!
BERT: Asian...alright. What are we talking here? Six, seven, eight, twelve...
ELMO: Elmo like seven!
BERT: Alright, alright. Ernie, you taking all of this down?!
ERNIE: Sure thing, Bert! Asian, seven years old.
BERT: Are we looking for a boy or a girl?
ELMO: Elmo want girl to “tickle” him!
BERT: Well, you're in luck my fury friend. I think we have just what you're looking for!
Bert signals to Ernie. Ernie walks over to a door. He enters the room and after a moment walks out with a little seven year old girl.
BERT: This what you're looking for?
ELMO: Elmo like!
BERT: Good, good. That'll be a hundred bucks.
Elmo pulls out a hundred dollar bill and hands it to Bert. As he hands the money to Bert, a wire falls off of his chest.
BERT: FUCK! He has a wire!
C-Man and BJ suddenly burst through the front door as Bert rushes over to the dining room table. He flips the table on it's side and hides behind it. Ernie runs over and hides behind the table as well. Bert and Ernie both suddenly pop up from behind the table, Bert holding a machine gun and Ernie holding a shotgun.
C-MAN: Give it up! We have you on tape!
BERT: You'll never take us alive!
Bert begins to fire the machine gun, but C-Man quickly pulls Elmo in front of him. A spray of bullets pierce Elmo as blood sprays everywhere from his body. BJ grabs the little girl and flies out the window, taking the girl to safety.
C-MAN: Damn it you stupid bird! She was going to be my other shield!
Ernie blasts off a shot with the shotgun, and C-Man barely dodges it. C-Man launches his sticky goo at Bert and Ernie, covering both of their guns with the white substance. Bert and Ernie toss their guns to the side and quickly leap out of the window. C-Man rushes over and blasts more of his goo, catching Bert and Ernie with it before they can touch ground. Bert and Ernie remain elevated by strings up the goo as C-Man flies out of the window and lands on the ground next to the two.
C-MAN: Looks like you two are headed to prison. You better get used to sticky goo, because you'll be getting a lot of it where you're going!
Sirens sounds as a police car pulls up. Two Muppet police walk over and detain Bert and Ernie as C-Man flies off. BJ follows C-Man as the two fly back to Big Bird's nest. Members of the community are waiting for them.
WOMAN: You did it! You found Mikey and all of the other children!
C-MAN: Just another day, ma'am. Now, if you'll excuse me.
C-Man and BJ enter the nest. After a few moments, Yoshiru Long and Big Bird come out of the nest.
WOMAN: Oh my God! I forgot all about you being here in Sesame Street, Yoshiru! Where have you been?
YOSHIRU LONG: Oh, I was just taking a little nap. What'd I miss?
WOMAN: C-Man was here! He rescued the missing children of Sesame Street!
Yoshiru smiles as he winks at Big Bird. The two continue to talk to the members of the community as everything fades.
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It feels like forever since I've said this...WE'RE BACK!!!
I leave for a few short months, and look what happens. Danielle Lopez captures the World Heavyweight Championship. Ryan Robinson captures the Platinum Championship. They form a group known as Team Lethality. They capture nearly every championship in PCW. It just goes to show you...PCW is a sad place without me around. Honestly, where exactly is the talent? I mean, aside from myself and Curt of course. You have Smith Jones who seems to think that he's on a totally different level than everyone else, but the truth is it's all talk. A new girl named Brytain Montgomery, who actually is the Broadcast Champion and is undefeated...but really, who has she beaten? I mean, if this girl can get the victory over myself or Curt, I'll give her credit. But it's not hard to remain undefeated when you're being fed jobber after jobber. We've also seen the arrival of a couple of new faces. But to be honest, I've been more impressed with the physics of a gorilla that flung a turd at me last week at the zoo than I have been by this new talent. It seems like PCW is willing to hire just about anyone these days. I wouldn't be surprised if we saw a transvestite hooker with three boobs and a set of back boobs make their debut on the next Rapture.
Speaking of transvestite hookers, I can't imagine that Danielle is too happy with my return. After all, it was at her expense. I would like to say that the attack on you, Danielle...it had nothing to do with you personally. It had nothing to do with your championship. See, the thing that these new hires...that these retards who decide to form their own little faction can't seem to grasp is that it's all about making an impact. The New Era for example. Why in the world would you target Nightrain? Seriously. It'd be like going to a sports car dealership and asking the car dealer if you can buy his Pinto from him. How hard is it for these people to figure out? Sorry, I'm getting off of the subject here. Look, Danielle. The purpose of singling you out was simply because you currently stand at the top of the mountain. And lets face it...The Elite are the ones who own that mountain, you're just simply trespassing.
When I first arrived in PCW, I won the World Heavyweight Championship. I defended the championship for four months straight. I stood on the top of that mountain for four months...FOUR MONTHS. But it wasn't enough. No matter how great I was, I knew that the rest of PCW needed to be taught a lesson, and it was a lesson that I couldn't really teach on my own. I had to find someone at my level, at my caliber. Someone with a similar attitude as me. Someone who could stand against the world, and dare them to make a move on him. Someone who could bring PCW to it's knees. That someone, it was Curtis Wilkes. I knew it from the first time that I stepped in to the ring with him. So, rather than waging war against a man who in my opinion was the ONLY one at my level, I decided that it would be better to join forces with him. After all, those who are elite should stand together.
We dominated. We destroyed. We brought PCW to it's knees! Every single superstar in the back was at our mercy. We were PCW! But then the world began to question... They wanted to know if I joined forces with Curt so I could avoid having to defend my World Heavyweight Championship against him. They were painting me out to be a coward. But it didn't bother me. They could think whatever they wanted. Joining forces with Curt wasn't a way for me to avoid having to defend my title against him. I was more than willing to defend my title against him. In fact, I believed that he was the only one in PCW worthy of having a shot at my title! And at Slamathon II, he was given his shot at my title. A match that to this day is renowned as one of the best matches in PCW history, and possibly the best match in Slamathon history. Yes, I did lose my championship to Curt that night. But it didn't matter. We were always more than willing to compete against each other, and we NEVER let it get between us.
Almost a year later, PCW was introduced to a...bizarre sight. A juggling clown and a dancing werewolf began to show up on PCW television. They seemed joyful and fun, celebrating with superstars. Having a jolly good time with fans. But all good things eventually come to an end. That clown and that werewolf destroyed the fan's heroes! They left them laying in a pool of their own blood. Much to the surprise of everyone in the back...much to the surprise of the fans, The Elite had made their return. And rather than being kind-hearted toward myself and Curt, management decided that we would have to fight for a contract back in PCW. Fight each other for a contract. So, at Slamathon III, Yoshiru and Curt would battle each other once again. The winner gets hired once again, and the loser goes home. After another five-star match at Slamathon, Curt beat me. No excuses. No “he cheated” or “it was an off night for me”. He beat me. But we weren't going to let it end like that. No. That's just not the style of The Elite. So, we did what we have done time and time again...we MADE management give in to our demands! After a little bit of “convincing”, I was given a second opportunity at a contract. Beat James Baker in a steel cage match, get a contract. After a long, exhausting match, I found myself once again hired by PCW, and a new era of The Elite would begin.
We would fight through an appearance from my old nemesis, Magnus Thunder. And not too long after that, I would meet a new nemesis. One that, well, I decided to have a little fun with. Management decided that a man who was going by the name of Syn should be used in main events. His first true test, a contender's match against me. I couldn't believe it. A contender's match against someone who, quite frankly, had done NOTHING of importance within the company to date? Rather than spitting directly in the face of management, I decided that I'd just embarrass the company. Syn wasn't going to get his match against Yoshiru Long. No. Instead, Syn was going to have a match against a better version of himself. See, I knew that I could beat Syn without a problem. But I wanted to slap management in the face. And, well, what better way than to show management that this guy that they had been working with...this guy that they had built up, finally putting him in main event status...would be outperformed by a man imitating him! But of course, it didn't end there. I win the contendership, and instead of getting a one on one match for the championship, I find myself in a Fatal 4-Way match inside Hell In A Cell! Sadly, the weak link that I had pinned to EARN my contendership was the weak link that Heather Monroe pinned to win the World Heavyweight Championship.
But it wouldn't end there. I knew that I would meet Syn again. Unfortunately for me, it didn't turn out how I had hoped. I personally made Syn a star. After defeating me, he would go on to win the Battlefield match and earn himself a championship match. To add insult, he had a hand in eliminating me from the Battlefield match. To add to that, he would be the cause for my leave of absence from PCW. I had taken a man who wanted to be a monster...and I had turned him in to a vicious, uncontrollable beast. Not that that's a bad thing, but it certainly wasn't what I was expecting to happen. Syn can say whatever he wants, but he knows in his heart...the encounters that he had with me, they are what unleashed who he is today.
And now, he finds himself once again competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. A championship that is held by Danielle Lopez. And as I was saying earlier, what happened to Danielle...it wasn't because I want her championship. It was to make an impact. Or, if you will, to prove a point. See, you and your little posse seem to think that you're the biggest thing in PCW right now. That you're the biggest thing in PCW history. The fact of the matter is...you're a footnote. In the end, that's all you are. You can brag all you want about holding the majority of the gold. You can brag all you want about the “impressive” victories that your little group has gotten. But when the smoke clears, you're going to be remembered as the girl who was dropped on her head by Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long. You're going to be remembered as the girl who was tricked...who was double-crossed...who was embarrassed by The Elite. Your championship reign, it'll be forgotten. It'll be overshadowed by The Elite's dominance over you and your little posse.
I may have been gone for a while, Danielle...but I've heard every single word that you've had to say. Every pathetic syllable that fell off of that dirty, Mexican tongue. Every boring message that you spewed out of that taco munching mouth of yours. You try to sound tough. You try to sound like a “badass”, but instead, you sound like a prissy little bitch that's on the rag every day of the year. You don't sound intimidating. You don't even sound remotely threatening. Every time I would hear your voice screeching out the dumbest words, I would pray that you would suddenly have a stroke. Something, anything to keep from having to hear you speak. It was torture to see how far PCW had fallen after you became champion. That's why when we attacked you on Rapture, it was such a joyous occasion. I didn't have to hear you open your mouth. I didn't have to listen to you brag about covering Morgan Simmons in shit. I didn't have to listen to you threaten people with a “spiked out baseball bat”. It was a beautiful moment, Danielle, having your mouth shut for you. And trust me when I say...there will be more beautiful moments like that to follow...
But enough about that. I think that it's time that we talk about my in-ring return. Apparently myself and Curt pissed off management. After Rapture, a tweet was sent out by Morgan Simmons stating that due to our interruption of a match on Rapture, myself and Curt would compete against each other at Wrestle Extravaganza. In our defense, we didn't realize that that was actually being considered a match. I mean, usually you want TALENT in the ring for a match to take place. So, we felt it was as good of time as any to tell the fans how we really felt about them. If anything, I think that we should be rewarded for our appearance on Rapture. I mean, we did keep the fans awake during what must have been a boring match if we didn't realize that there was a match going on. In any case, what's done is done. And now, it appears as if myself and Curt will once again meet in the ring. It's funny, management acts as if The Elite having to face each other is a punishment. We don't see it as a punishment. We see it as management needing a match that the fans will actually enjoy. A match that has TALENT involved. We see it as management's way of saying that they want to keep the viewership high for the show.
The truth is Yoshiru Long against Curtis Wilkes will ALWAYS be a high draw. When myself and Curt get in to that ring, we put it all on the line. We pull out all of the stops. We showcase everything that makes us who we are. We prove to the world that we are Elite. So, at Wrestle Extravaganza, I have absolutely no problem stepping back in to the ring with Curt. I have no problem showing the world that myself and Curt claiming to be the greatest of all time...that it's not just a claim, it's a fact! PCW has seen many come and many go. They have seen the likes of Mariano Fernandez. The likes of Leon Lonewolf. The likes of Michael Morrison. And as great as the world will claim those superstars to be, they're nothing compared to Yoshiru Long and Curtis Wilkes. I know it, Curt knows it, Mariano, Leon, and Morrison know it, the fans know it, and most importantly, management knows it.
It seems like a yearly tradition, Curt. Me and you stepping in to the ring against each other. Showing the world why we're a step above everyone else. But it's fitting. The world deserves to see the best competing against the best. And with us, that's exactly what it is. Myself, a former World Heavyweight Champion. You, a former World Heavyweight Champion and Platinum Champion. Both of us hold victories over the biggest names in the industry. And of course, both of us are what has been collectively referred to as The Elite. We have done a lot in PCW. We have stood by each other, dominating every single person who dared cross our path. And I can honestly say...there is nobody else that I'd rather stand next to. We understand each other. We realize each others potential. And we know that together, we have no limits. Team Lethality, they're nothing compared to us. The Disciples Of Syn, a pathetic waste of space. We are by far what every group strives to become. And at Wrestle Extravaganza, even though we stand across the ring from each other, we still are The Elite. This marks the third time in three years that we have stepped in to the ring against each other one on one. And just like the last two years, our match will stand above the rest. And at the end of the night, The Elite will continue to stand tall. The world has to remember that...
WE ARE ELITE...AND WE'RE STILL BETTER THAN ALL OF THEM!