Post by sick on May 6, 2011 6:37:34 GMT -5
{Dear My Wrestling Network.
It has come to my attention that a few issues have popped up in the last couple of days that has not only seen our television show cut off the air. But also the true display of pure disdain that you executives held us in regard. Now little old me don’t talk much when it comes to other parts of the network. Let alone our show. I just hand my tape in once or twice a week for you to air and that’s my business done for the day as far as I am concerned. I did that for both CWF and PCW respectively and no one batted an eyelid as it was just business as usual for me and the network.
Then that changed one day.
You hired some uppity t.v manager to watch over certain proceedings in the television department. That’s all well and good. But he was also eager to please with his so called ‘wrestling’ ability. So the bigwigs gave him a shot and he did all right, thus we kept him on board. I personally didn’t give two shits about him. He was at best average compared to me, so I wasn’t exactly sweating on him taking my spot anytime soon. The thing is though is he had a big mouth on him. Not afraid to shoot off his mouth at the most inopportune time. That is when a certain incident started. You see, he took time to rip off another group’s idea. Plagiarize to put it simply. Now while I myself have beef with the Warrens, I don’t go stealing their ideas. Neither do I go making some less than inappropriate comments about ones preference in love. Even I. The most despicable human being, Curtis ‘Sickboy’ Wilkes wouldn’t stoop so low. Because unlike ‘your boy’. I respect the lives and choices of human beings around me.
You had the Warrens removed off site, along with Mariano Fernandez for some reason of abusing some dipstick who shouldn’t have been on site to begin with. The Warrens then sent their legal team, which ‘your boy’ graciously informed us of on a public intercom. Against workplace policy. Draven called out ‘your boy’. Who immediately tried to kiss Draven’s ass. Only Draven saw through the bullshit of a two faced ass and rebuked it. So the Saint decided to move operations to another network. Then conveniently, ‘your boy’ had his promotion moved over to replace us. What’s worse. All the tapes of me telling the gospel truth over the last year. Have been erased. Breach of contract and breach of trust M.W.N. And to think ‘your boy’ had to ask the silly question if I was going to leave too.
The answer to that question is fuck yes. I’m leaving.
See I rather be with the real professionals who can you know do a promo. Can excite the fans. Not be with a bunch hacks who can’t fit my fucking shoes when it comes to having natural talent. Not to be with a whiny little bitch like ‘your boy’. If I am going to be anywhere, it’s with my extended family here in the PCW. So congratulations, in getting rid of the real talent, you’ve doomed you network to failure. Crushing the dream of a great man Mark Xamin to have some real wrestling on network television.
I guess it answers the question of “Who can you trust anymore”.
That being “Not the MWN
Kiss my ass.
Curtis ‘Sickboy’ Wilkes.
P.S. My lawyer has sent you a legal summons via Fed Ex. See your asses in court.}
(With the fallout with former network MWN. Sickboy has been quietly seething. So much so that he has refused to speak for fear that he would be sued while still be contracted under the network. Now that his contract has been nulled and voided. It may appear to be an opportunity for Sickboy to further vent his frustrations. Which brings us to Sickboy’s home city of New York. Where deep inside the law office of his legal rep Len. We see Sickboy, his wife Emma and his legal rep Len sitting around a big oak table with several pieces of paper, documents and contracts strewn all over the table. It is soon that the camera’s sound recording finally kicks in, that we finally get to hear the conversation going on.)
Emma: There is nothing you can do?
Sickboy: I can’t believe this.
Len: There is literally nothing I can do. Last I heard from the office of MWN. They told me they had no recollection of tapes being ever given to them.
Emma and Sickboy: That’s bullshit!!!
Len: Hey, I know there are tapes around. I saw the tapes being made. I saw the physical tapes being handed over to the office every week. Something tells me that it is nothing but a lie to cover up something that I fear has happened.
Sickboy: Like what?
(Len takes a deep breath, knowing full well that this is going to cause an almighty shit storm.)
Len: I think the tapes have been destroyed
(As expected, this makes Sickboy snap to attention. Who gets up and begins to slowly pace around the room)
Emma: Surely they didn’t destroy them. I mean they’re Curtis’s personal property.
Len: That is true...
Sickboy: But?
Len: But...they can always claim that when shit hit the fan with management that an agreement has been broken between parties.
(This all too much for Sickboy to take who finally snaps.)
Sickboy: It is my personal tapes for fucks sakes! I spent hour upon hour preaching the truth to the uninformed masses. I break my back for that fucking network, wrestling my heart out to pop up those ratings for that goddamn channel to raise revenues and this is what I get in return? My tapes, my precious tapes, destroyed all because the network can put some small time piece of crap company on the air. All because some scummy little ass sucker has his lips deep within the network president rectum. A president who I thought I could trust. Yet he destroys my tapes without notifying me about it. I want something done Len. I want the bastard sued.
Len: Well I can do that.
Sickboy: Good. Mail out the court order to them ASAP. I want my royalties.
(Len gathers up the loose bits of papers and assembles them all into one neat pile before placing it into the briefcase he has brought to the meeting.)
Sickboy: Goddamn it....my tapes destroyed....hard work gone.
Emma: Don’t worry Curtis. Everyone will still remember those promo’s. It’s hard to forget your words of truth.
(Those words bring a small smile on Sickboy’s face as he kisses his wife on he lips.)
Sickboy: Thanks for cheering me up. At least I know you and Len won’t betray me. Which is something I have confidence in knowing.
Len (under his breath just so Sickboy can hear him): Only for money.
Sickboy: The day you would attempt to do that. Would be your last day breathing Len.
It seems that trust is a serious issue at the moment. With the My Wrestling Network breaking our t.v agreement, throwing us to the curb like discarded trash all to bring in a traitor’s wrestling company. We trusted a snake known as simply RT and we got burnt badly for it We put all our trust, like money into a thing that turned out to be nothing but a sham. But as many have said, it is now letting us get to be more creative. More courageous and more extreme. Yet, there is still a question that involves me at the moment going into my match this week. At Rapture with my brother in arms Yoshiru Long, we face Draven and Night train. The questiong leading into this match is, can I trust my partner Yoshiru. Seeing as though I am the rightful next contender for his title. While I believe I can trust my partner. I wonder if the same can be said for Draven and Night train respectively.
Night train. Or I would like to call you, the anchor. Because it seems you like to pull people down. In fact lately your personal career has sunk like an anchor. You had so much going for you. A world title match with Yoshiru Long that you did not deserve. You had the crowd on your side, believing that you would be the one to take down the Elite. But like all the people that have stood up to us, you crashed and burned spectacularly. Maybe it was the weight of the world on your shoulders becoming too much. Maybe it was just bad luck. Or maybe it is because you just plainly suck as a wrestler. Which one would it be Night train? As much as I hate Draven, I do feel a little sympathy for him, for having to be tasked with having to carry your backside. Personally Night train, you are not worth my sweat or time. So I’ll just say this. I am in already in a foul mood, so if you cross me at any point, just be prepared to be taken out for good.
With those words, we move on to Draven. You just do not know when to quit do you? It is making me wonder whether you are being brave or downright foolish. See Draven, I have beaten you so many times that it is getting boring for me. You know deep down in your heart that your crusade in taking over the PCW has failed. Yes I remember the words so well. You claimed that the Dawn of The New Age was going to have a stranglehold on the PCW. Yet months on from that statement, nothing has happened. You have not held a title. You have not beat anyone of worth. You are a dud. Plain and simple. So yet again we get a chance to tussle. The thing is Draven. You know in your heart that I am always going to be better than you.
Now before you decide to pull out the trust card within the Elite and Morrison. Let me put your mind at rest. Morrison, Long and I are all on the same page. There is no tension between the three of us. You see Draven, we can separate personal matters and business matters into two different areas. The same can’t really be said for you and Train. I know for a fact that the Train is thinking about making a move to get himself back in the spotlight. In fact. Let’s just say my phone has been ringing off the hook with him on the other end. He is begging to be part of the Elite. Now while we can’t induct him into the group. We did hire him to be our luggage bitch. Our personal assistant if you want me to be clear. Can you trust the Train Draven? Can you trust a man who is attracted to the power like a fly smelling the odor of shit? Or for that matter, can he trust you?
With the Elite at it’s peak boys. We are poised to takeover the PCW on it’s new home network. To give the ratings a huge boost yet again. We will continue our path of destruction until there is nothing left. So Draven and Train get ready for a huge night of hell for your careers and let me leave a question that you should be asking yourselves during the Rapture and that is “Who can I trust?”
The answer you will find, is no one.
(Fadeto black)
It has come to my attention that a few issues have popped up in the last couple of days that has not only seen our television show cut off the air. But also the true display of pure disdain that you executives held us in regard. Now little old me don’t talk much when it comes to other parts of the network. Let alone our show. I just hand my tape in once or twice a week for you to air and that’s my business done for the day as far as I am concerned. I did that for both CWF and PCW respectively and no one batted an eyelid as it was just business as usual for me and the network.
Then that changed one day.
You hired some uppity t.v manager to watch over certain proceedings in the television department. That’s all well and good. But he was also eager to please with his so called ‘wrestling’ ability. So the bigwigs gave him a shot and he did all right, thus we kept him on board. I personally didn’t give two shits about him. He was at best average compared to me, so I wasn’t exactly sweating on him taking my spot anytime soon. The thing is though is he had a big mouth on him. Not afraid to shoot off his mouth at the most inopportune time. That is when a certain incident started. You see, he took time to rip off another group’s idea. Plagiarize to put it simply. Now while I myself have beef with the Warrens, I don’t go stealing their ideas. Neither do I go making some less than inappropriate comments about ones preference in love. Even I. The most despicable human being, Curtis ‘Sickboy’ Wilkes wouldn’t stoop so low. Because unlike ‘your boy’. I respect the lives and choices of human beings around me.
You had the Warrens removed off site, along with Mariano Fernandez for some reason of abusing some dipstick who shouldn’t have been on site to begin with. The Warrens then sent their legal team, which ‘your boy’ graciously informed us of on a public intercom. Against workplace policy. Draven called out ‘your boy’. Who immediately tried to kiss Draven’s ass. Only Draven saw through the bullshit of a two faced ass and rebuked it. So the Saint decided to move operations to another network. Then conveniently, ‘your boy’ had his promotion moved over to replace us. What’s worse. All the tapes of me telling the gospel truth over the last year. Have been erased. Breach of contract and breach of trust M.W.N. And to think ‘your boy’ had to ask the silly question if I was going to leave too.
The answer to that question is fuck yes. I’m leaving.
See I rather be with the real professionals who can you know do a promo. Can excite the fans. Not be with a bunch hacks who can’t fit my fucking shoes when it comes to having natural talent. Not to be with a whiny little bitch like ‘your boy’. If I am going to be anywhere, it’s with my extended family here in the PCW. So congratulations, in getting rid of the real talent, you’ve doomed you network to failure. Crushing the dream of a great man Mark Xamin to have some real wrestling on network television.
I guess it answers the question of “Who can you trust anymore”.
That being “Not the MWN
Kiss my ass.
Curtis ‘Sickboy’ Wilkes.
P.S. My lawyer has sent you a legal summons via Fed Ex. See your asses in court.}
(With the fallout with former network MWN. Sickboy has been quietly seething. So much so that he has refused to speak for fear that he would be sued while still be contracted under the network. Now that his contract has been nulled and voided. It may appear to be an opportunity for Sickboy to further vent his frustrations. Which brings us to Sickboy’s home city of New York. Where deep inside the law office of his legal rep Len. We see Sickboy, his wife Emma and his legal rep Len sitting around a big oak table with several pieces of paper, documents and contracts strewn all over the table. It is soon that the camera’s sound recording finally kicks in, that we finally get to hear the conversation going on.)
Emma: There is nothing you can do?
Sickboy: I can’t believe this.
Len: There is literally nothing I can do. Last I heard from the office of MWN. They told me they had no recollection of tapes being ever given to them.
Emma and Sickboy: That’s bullshit!!!
Len: Hey, I know there are tapes around. I saw the tapes being made. I saw the physical tapes being handed over to the office every week. Something tells me that it is nothing but a lie to cover up something that I fear has happened.
Sickboy: Like what?
(Len takes a deep breath, knowing full well that this is going to cause an almighty shit storm.)
Len: I think the tapes have been destroyed
(As expected, this makes Sickboy snap to attention. Who gets up and begins to slowly pace around the room)
Emma: Surely they didn’t destroy them. I mean they’re Curtis’s personal property.
Len: That is true...
Sickboy: But?
Len: But...they can always claim that when shit hit the fan with management that an agreement has been broken between parties.
(This all too much for Sickboy to take who finally snaps.)
Sickboy: It is my personal tapes for fucks sakes! I spent hour upon hour preaching the truth to the uninformed masses. I break my back for that fucking network, wrestling my heart out to pop up those ratings for that goddamn channel to raise revenues and this is what I get in return? My tapes, my precious tapes, destroyed all because the network can put some small time piece of crap company on the air. All because some scummy little ass sucker has his lips deep within the network president rectum. A president who I thought I could trust. Yet he destroys my tapes without notifying me about it. I want something done Len. I want the bastard sued.
Len: Well I can do that.
Sickboy: Good. Mail out the court order to them ASAP. I want my royalties.
(Len gathers up the loose bits of papers and assembles them all into one neat pile before placing it into the briefcase he has brought to the meeting.)
Sickboy: Goddamn it....my tapes destroyed....hard work gone.
Emma: Don’t worry Curtis. Everyone will still remember those promo’s. It’s hard to forget your words of truth.
(Those words bring a small smile on Sickboy’s face as he kisses his wife on he lips.)
Sickboy: Thanks for cheering me up. At least I know you and Len won’t betray me. Which is something I have confidence in knowing.
Len (under his breath just so Sickboy can hear him): Only for money.
Sickboy: The day you would attempt to do that. Would be your last day breathing Len.
XXX
It seems that trust is a serious issue at the moment. With the My Wrestling Network breaking our t.v agreement, throwing us to the curb like discarded trash all to bring in a traitor’s wrestling company. We trusted a snake known as simply RT and we got burnt badly for it We put all our trust, like money into a thing that turned out to be nothing but a sham. But as many have said, it is now letting us get to be more creative. More courageous and more extreme. Yet, there is still a question that involves me at the moment going into my match this week. At Rapture with my brother in arms Yoshiru Long, we face Draven and Night train. The questiong leading into this match is, can I trust my partner Yoshiru. Seeing as though I am the rightful next contender for his title. While I believe I can trust my partner. I wonder if the same can be said for Draven and Night train respectively.
Night train. Or I would like to call you, the anchor. Because it seems you like to pull people down. In fact lately your personal career has sunk like an anchor. You had so much going for you. A world title match with Yoshiru Long that you did not deserve. You had the crowd on your side, believing that you would be the one to take down the Elite. But like all the people that have stood up to us, you crashed and burned spectacularly. Maybe it was the weight of the world on your shoulders becoming too much. Maybe it was just bad luck. Or maybe it is because you just plainly suck as a wrestler. Which one would it be Night train? As much as I hate Draven, I do feel a little sympathy for him, for having to be tasked with having to carry your backside. Personally Night train, you are not worth my sweat or time. So I’ll just say this. I am in already in a foul mood, so if you cross me at any point, just be prepared to be taken out for good.
With those words, we move on to Draven. You just do not know when to quit do you? It is making me wonder whether you are being brave or downright foolish. See Draven, I have beaten you so many times that it is getting boring for me. You know deep down in your heart that your crusade in taking over the PCW has failed. Yes I remember the words so well. You claimed that the Dawn of The New Age was going to have a stranglehold on the PCW. Yet months on from that statement, nothing has happened. You have not held a title. You have not beat anyone of worth. You are a dud. Plain and simple. So yet again we get a chance to tussle. The thing is Draven. You know in your heart that I am always going to be better than you.
Now before you decide to pull out the trust card within the Elite and Morrison. Let me put your mind at rest. Morrison, Long and I are all on the same page. There is no tension between the three of us. You see Draven, we can separate personal matters and business matters into two different areas. The same can’t really be said for you and Train. I know for a fact that the Train is thinking about making a move to get himself back in the spotlight. In fact. Let’s just say my phone has been ringing off the hook with him on the other end. He is begging to be part of the Elite. Now while we can’t induct him into the group. We did hire him to be our luggage bitch. Our personal assistant if you want me to be clear. Can you trust the Train Draven? Can you trust a man who is attracted to the power like a fly smelling the odor of shit? Or for that matter, can he trust you?
With the Elite at it’s peak boys. We are poised to takeover the PCW on it’s new home network. To give the ratings a huge boost yet again. We will continue our path of destruction until there is nothing left. So Draven and Train get ready for a huge night of hell for your careers and let me leave a question that you should be asking yourselves during the Rapture and that is “Who can I trust?”
The answer you will find, is no one.
(Fadeto black)