Post by sick on May 13, 2011 8:53:59 GMT -5
This is a do-it-yourself test for paranoia: you know you've got it when you can't think of anything that's your fault- Robert M Hutchins
{So it seems that the PCW, the company and wrestlers themselves. Have decided to grow a pair of balls in dealing with the Elite. It took them long enough. Still though it all seems the same. There is one ting that is bothering me though. One key figure’s name that has seemingly been thrown around the last few weeks by one half of the Warren brothers. Well I won’t say name. He dropped a few hints that makes the answer obvious as to who it is. In fact I know him well too. The man in question I have dealings with both with and against.
He ain’t coming folks.
Once again the PCW management is grasping at straws trying anything and everything to destroy the Elite. At Shellshock. Yoshiru beat three men in what was the most obvious display of what behind the scenes people want. They want a new champion. They want to destroy the Elite from within and on the outside as well. It’s petty. It’s pathetic, It’s disgraceful. Now it seems they want to pull the trump card or roll one last roll of the dice in bringing this ‘Nitemare’ to the PCW. To finally take out the Elite. Well all I have to say is good luck.
Because I haven’t lost sleep from the supposed Paranoia that I am to feel if ‘he’ is coming.}
(It’s Wednesday afternoon in the next destination city for the PCW. Charlotte, North Carolina. Named after the German princess Charlotte of Mecklenburg. Earning the nickname of ‘Queen City. Although another nickname was coined during the American Revolutionary war. Which is the ‘Hornet’s Nest’. After British commander general was forced out by hostile natives. And to think, it will be invaded by more hostile individuals with PCW in town. Although one person seems to be not only hostile, but paranoid. Who we soon see sitting inside his Hotel room smoking a cigarette almost like a steam train. He is Sickboy. A man who has been in a state of paranoia ever since the Warren brothers announced a possible return of a ‘Nitemare’. To Sickboy it may mean a whole lot of hell is on the horizon for him. Something he doesn’t need. As he sits on the couch, he is soon startled by a knock on the door.)
Sickboy: Who is it?
Emma: It’s your wife. Open up
(Sickboy gets up from the couch and moves to the door. Although he doesn’t open it straight away. He instead takes a second to peek through the peephole to see if is actually his wife at the door.)
Emma: I’m waiting.
(Sickboy finally opens the door to let his wife in. Who seems just a little agitated that her husband seems to be going through a paranoid phase.)
Emma: Curtis, this has got to stop.
Sickboy: What does?
Emma: This paranoia thing.
(Sickboy takes the cigarette out of his mouth and points at Emma.)
Sickboy: I am not paranoid.
Emma: Sadly I’m am not convinced that you’re telling truth. Look at you. Ever since we’ve gotten here, you’ve been pacing around this hotel room like a caged animal. You haven’t left the room since we got here. You are paranoid.
(Sickboy continues to pace around as Emma speaks to him. Only stopping to give an answer.)
Sickboy: I have every right to be paranoid if I was. Everybody is gunning for me now. I have to look over my shoulder in regards to Yoshiru, in case he decides to turn on me. I have the PCW chasing after me wanting my blood. To top all that off. I have potentially a former Fed Killer coming after me, simply known as the Nitemare.
Emma: I thought that he was barred from the PCW? So it can’t be true.
Sickboy: But the Warrens sound so damn sure of it. In fact they’re bragging about it.
Emma: And when have you ever given a crap about what they say?
Sickboy: When they brought ‘him’ back into the limelight. Which is a little ironic seeing as though they banished him from the PCW in the first place. I don’t know, something seems very fishy to me.
Emma: That’s why I say to you Curtis, that you must take what they say with a pinch of salt.
(Sickboy sighs deeply in relaxation as he goes over and sits on the couch. Stubbing out his cigarette into the ashtray in front of him Soon Emma joins him on the couch giving him a hug.)
Sickboy: I don’t know why I’m even worrying about it. It’s not like I stabbed him in the back or anything. It’s just that with the Elite running the show now. How long will it be until he wants a slice of the power? We’ve done too much to be derailed at this point in time. I’m so close to potentially being a world champ and the last thing I need is potential loose cannon hunting after me. Or you for that matter.
Emma: He’s never hurt me in the past though.
Sickboy: In the past no. Now with him thinking I turned rat, anything is possible.
Emma: Still I don’t think we have anything to worry about at this point in time. You need to focus Curtis. You’re the next in line for the world title shot, that means you need to be mentally and physically prepared for whatever challenges come into your way. You’ve dealt with Mariano, you’ve dealt with the Warrens, you’ve also dealt with Draven. You’re on a roll and if you keep the momentum going, you’ll be the champion in no time.
Sickboy: Maybe. Although I’m not exactly shouting it to the heavens yet though.
Emma: You’ll get your chance soon enough. Now come with me.
(Emma gets off the couch and Sickboy follows.)
Sickboy: Where are we going?
Emma: I’m taking you out of this room and getting you some fresh air.
Sickboy: Okay, hold on.
(Sickboy begins to light up another cigarette just as he walks past his wife. Who shakes her head.)
Sickboy: What?
Emma: When I said fresh air, I didn’t mean tobacco.
Sickboy: I need the nicotine, I’m feeling stressed out.
Emma: As you wish. Just kind of defeats the purpose of going for a walk.
Sickboy: Duly noted.
I lied, I am paranoid. All this talk lately about a certain someone coming back has me turning my head to see who’s behind me from second to second. I don’t know whether it is true or straight up horseshit. But it does has me concerned. For I have to make sure that I have a clear mind going into PCW’s Slamathon event. I need to have everything go smoothly and yet with this personal vendetta the PCW superstars have against the Elite. I cannot see myself getting a fair run to Slamathon. Case in point would be perfectly displayed this coming week. When I, go one on one with....Sean Mendez.
I know...I kind of built him up a little too much didn’t I?
Sean you are a little new here. And you are obviously very excited about the fact that you are so high up in the card against the likes of me. I am what you would call the real deal in the PCW. You are what we call an upstart rookie who apparently feels he is ready to play with the real franchise players. Truth is Sean you are and never will be on my level. You come from El Barrio, Mexico. Which sounds almost like a misspelt word. Because in all honesty I think it should be El Burro, Mexico. A place inhabited by jackasses and if that is the case then you are the true definition of that. A jackass. Seeing as how you dress like a stereotypical gangbanger from L.A. How you lived in the ghetto probably selling crack to kids and destroying their lives to get you a head start in your wrestling training, I must say that it disgusts me. How you destroyed lives to help yours.
Personally dude, you ain’t worth my sweat or time. I’m only doing this because I am contractually obligated to do so. I gave you a chance to show me what you had in terms of the gift of gab and you let me down badly. I want to think that you are more than a stereotypical gangsta from the hood. I want you to prove to me that you can fight. Rather than take a good kick in the ass. Don’t make me paranoid, that I’m only facing some hack poser whose is more like a punching bag rather than a fighter
So at Rapture thirty Sean you’re only going to be another stepping stone on my way to the world title. While this may be your chance to prove yourself. This is my chance to make an example of you and send even more fear within the PCW. Mendez come Saturday. Your first match will be your last in your very short career and life. So make sure you get a good nights rest.
And try to not get paranoid about me beating the shit out of you.
(Fade To Black)
{So it seems that the PCW, the company and wrestlers themselves. Have decided to grow a pair of balls in dealing with the Elite. It took them long enough. Still though it all seems the same. There is one ting that is bothering me though. One key figure’s name that has seemingly been thrown around the last few weeks by one half of the Warren brothers. Well I won’t say name. He dropped a few hints that makes the answer obvious as to who it is. In fact I know him well too. The man in question I have dealings with both with and against.
He ain’t coming folks.
Once again the PCW management is grasping at straws trying anything and everything to destroy the Elite. At Shellshock. Yoshiru beat three men in what was the most obvious display of what behind the scenes people want. They want a new champion. They want to destroy the Elite from within and on the outside as well. It’s petty. It’s pathetic, It’s disgraceful. Now it seems they want to pull the trump card or roll one last roll of the dice in bringing this ‘Nitemare’ to the PCW. To finally take out the Elite. Well all I have to say is good luck.
Because I haven’t lost sleep from the supposed Paranoia that I am to feel if ‘he’ is coming.}
(It’s Wednesday afternoon in the next destination city for the PCW. Charlotte, North Carolina. Named after the German princess Charlotte of Mecklenburg. Earning the nickname of ‘Queen City. Although another nickname was coined during the American Revolutionary war. Which is the ‘Hornet’s Nest’. After British commander general was forced out by hostile natives. And to think, it will be invaded by more hostile individuals with PCW in town. Although one person seems to be not only hostile, but paranoid. Who we soon see sitting inside his Hotel room smoking a cigarette almost like a steam train. He is Sickboy. A man who has been in a state of paranoia ever since the Warren brothers announced a possible return of a ‘Nitemare’. To Sickboy it may mean a whole lot of hell is on the horizon for him. Something he doesn’t need. As he sits on the couch, he is soon startled by a knock on the door.)
Sickboy: Who is it?
Emma: It’s your wife. Open up
(Sickboy gets up from the couch and moves to the door. Although he doesn’t open it straight away. He instead takes a second to peek through the peephole to see if is actually his wife at the door.)
Emma: I’m waiting.
(Sickboy finally opens the door to let his wife in. Who seems just a little agitated that her husband seems to be going through a paranoid phase.)
Emma: Curtis, this has got to stop.
Sickboy: What does?
Emma: This paranoia thing.
(Sickboy takes the cigarette out of his mouth and points at Emma.)
Sickboy: I am not paranoid.
Emma: Sadly I’m am not convinced that you’re telling truth. Look at you. Ever since we’ve gotten here, you’ve been pacing around this hotel room like a caged animal. You haven’t left the room since we got here. You are paranoid.
(Sickboy continues to pace around as Emma speaks to him. Only stopping to give an answer.)
Sickboy: I have every right to be paranoid if I was. Everybody is gunning for me now. I have to look over my shoulder in regards to Yoshiru, in case he decides to turn on me. I have the PCW chasing after me wanting my blood. To top all that off. I have potentially a former Fed Killer coming after me, simply known as the Nitemare.
Emma: I thought that he was barred from the PCW? So it can’t be true.
Sickboy: But the Warrens sound so damn sure of it. In fact they’re bragging about it.
Emma: And when have you ever given a crap about what they say?
Sickboy: When they brought ‘him’ back into the limelight. Which is a little ironic seeing as though they banished him from the PCW in the first place. I don’t know, something seems very fishy to me.
Emma: That’s why I say to you Curtis, that you must take what they say with a pinch of salt.
(Sickboy sighs deeply in relaxation as he goes over and sits on the couch. Stubbing out his cigarette into the ashtray in front of him Soon Emma joins him on the couch giving him a hug.)
Sickboy: I don’t know why I’m even worrying about it. It’s not like I stabbed him in the back or anything. It’s just that with the Elite running the show now. How long will it be until he wants a slice of the power? We’ve done too much to be derailed at this point in time. I’m so close to potentially being a world champ and the last thing I need is potential loose cannon hunting after me. Or you for that matter.
Emma: He’s never hurt me in the past though.
Sickboy: In the past no. Now with him thinking I turned rat, anything is possible.
Emma: Still I don’t think we have anything to worry about at this point in time. You need to focus Curtis. You’re the next in line for the world title shot, that means you need to be mentally and physically prepared for whatever challenges come into your way. You’ve dealt with Mariano, you’ve dealt with the Warrens, you’ve also dealt with Draven. You’re on a roll and if you keep the momentum going, you’ll be the champion in no time.
Sickboy: Maybe. Although I’m not exactly shouting it to the heavens yet though.
Emma: You’ll get your chance soon enough. Now come with me.
(Emma gets off the couch and Sickboy follows.)
Sickboy: Where are we going?
Emma: I’m taking you out of this room and getting you some fresh air.
Sickboy: Okay, hold on.
(Sickboy begins to light up another cigarette just as he walks past his wife. Who shakes her head.)
Sickboy: What?
Emma: When I said fresh air, I didn’t mean tobacco.
Sickboy: I need the nicotine, I’m feeling stressed out.
Emma: As you wish. Just kind of defeats the purpose of going for a walk.
Sickboy: Duly noted.
XXX
I lied, I am paranoid. All this talk lately about a certain someone coming back has me turning my head to see who’s behind me from second to second. I don’t know whether it is true or straight up horseshit. But it does has me concerned. For I have to make sure that I have a clear mind going into PCW’s Slamathon event. I need to have everything go smoothly and yet with this personal vendetta the PCW superstars have against the Elite. I cannot see myself getting a fair run to Slamathon. Case in point would be perfectly displayed this coming week. When I, go one on one with....Sean Mendez.
I know...I kind of built him up a little too much didn’t I?
Sean you are a little new here. And you are obviously very excited about the fact that you are so high up in the card against the likes of me. I am what you would call the real deal in the PCW. You are what we call an upstart rookie who apparently feels he is ready to play with the real franchise players. Truth is Sean you are and never will be on my level. You come from El Barrio, Mexico. Which sounds almost like a misspelt word. Because in all honesty I think it should be El Burro, Mexico. A place inhabited by jackasses and if that is the case then you are the true definition of that. A jackass. Seeing as how you dress like a stereotypical gangbanger from L.A. How you lived in the ghetto probably selling crack to kids and destroying their lives to get you a head start in your wrestling training, I must say that it disgusts me. How you destroyed lives to help yours.
Personally dude, you ain’t worth my sweat or time. I’m only doing this because I am contractually obligated to do so. I gave you a chance to show me what you had in terms of the gift of gab and you let me down badly. I want to think that you are more than a stereotypical gangsta from the hood. I want you to prove to me that you can fight. Rather than take a good kick in the ass. Don’t make me paranoid, that I’m only facing some hack poser whose is more like a punching bag rather than a fighter
So at Rapture thirty Sean you’re only going to be another stepping stone on my way to the world title. While this may be your chance to prove yourself. This is my chance to make an example of you and send even more fear within the PCW. Mendez come Saturday. Your first match will be your last in your very short career and life. So make sure you get a good nights rest.
And try to not get paranoid about me beating the shit out of you.
(Fade To Black)