Post by sick on Jun 24, 2011 8:30:52 GMT -5
{For every story there is a beginning, middle and end. Some like a happy ending. Some like a twist in the ending. Some endings are somewhat confusing and some are just downright sad in emotional kind of a way. A tearjerker as we would like to say it is in movies. But all stories must end at some point in time. The PCW started as company merged in by two smaller companies. The ICW and YCW. It brought in many of the CWF castaways. Myself included. From the first show we proved that mistakes of the past could not repeat themselves. Despite many occasions where it looked like the foundations would crumble. We stood together like a family. Like an army facing the enemies trying to destroy what we believed in.
This past week though. It was announced that PCW was closing it’s doors.
All through the week, I have been quiet on my words. There is no cockiness in me at the moment due to overwhelming sadness that I feel. That sadness comes from the realization that it’s all going to be over. The shows, the wrestlers, the fans. The life that comes with it. Now with the PCW closing it’s doors. There is one thing I know I have to do now. With Cataclysm on the horizon I know that I must cement my legacy for one. But there is one more important thing that must happen when the final bell rings.
And when I finally do that. Then I can finally end the latest chapter in the book.}
(Down in New York City. We open up to inside of what appears to be a conference room filled with empty chairs. In front of the chairs is a stage with a speaking podium emblazoned with the logo of PCW. Our cameras move forward to climb the stage where it leads to a door. Opening the door we see Sickboy sitting on a chair with the world title resting on his lap. The Sickboy in front of us now, seems to more sombre. His face etched with a grave look as leans back in the chair letting out a deep sigh. Soon his wife, Emma, walks into the room. Wrapping her arms around his neck in embrace before giving him a peck on the cheek.)
Sickboy: I didn’t think it would be this quick.
Emma: I don’t think anybody knew Curtis.
Sickboy: Maybe you’re right. Sadly though it is now time to do something I should’ve done a long time ago.
Emma: You’re ready to do it now? Remember that there is no turning back now if you make the choice.
Sickboy: I’m sure Emma.
Emma: There are going to be a lot of wrestling media here today. This is going to be big news in many wrestling circles.
Sickboy: Well, we’ll soon see.
Emma: I also have some news to tell you.
Sickboy: And what might that be?
Emma: Well. You know how you and I have been on the road for so many years. How you said to me that Len and I were the only family you had in your life. Well that’s not true anymore.
Sickboy: Why is that?
Emma: Because Curtis, I found out that I am pregnant. You’re going to be a dad.
(Sickboy gets up from the chair and immediatly hugs his wife tightly.)
Sickboy: That’s wonderful news. Oh god, now that means I’m officially considered an old man.
Emma: I wouldn’t go that far. You may be pushing thirty. But you still act like a reckless teen at times.
Sickboy: Guilty. But that’s going to change.
Emma: Promise?
Sickboy: I promise.
Michael Morrison. You and I have reached a boiling point. Over the last few months my friend you have been the most annoying thorn in my side. Not just only my side. But also the side of the Elite. Yoshiru, Steve, The Heathers. We’ve all been sick to the death of the arrogance that seeps out of you like the thick stench of methane. You think that you deserve so much out of your career . When in fact, you have done nothing to deserve what you have recieved. Easy matches, title shots, main event spots. It makes me sick to my stomach that you have been given a chance to have the last ever title shot ahead of someone like Yoshiru. It actually blows my mind that you are the person who gets recognition of being my final opponent in the PCW. You also will be the final man who fall to me in defeat.
I hate to burst the proverbial bubble for you my boy. But you will never and I mean never amount to anything while I am still alive and kicking. I am the world champion. A goddamn Hall of Famer in many wrestling circles. Multiple time champion with many different belts and titles to my name that has spanned over 10 long years. Something you could only dream about in that ego filled head of yours.Yet you think that you’re some kind of chance against the years of experience I have over you. Oh Michael, I must say that you do have a career in comedy if you truly believe that you are going to topple me in the last ever match for the PCW. I have come to far to have you ruin my glory. Not to mention tarnish the history of the belt by having your record in the history books.
It’s over Morrison. You couldn’t beat the Elite. You vowed to do it. As did everyone here in the PCW and we came out in the end. We raped and pillaged this company. We gave it the ratings that the network needed and yet you wanted to kill us off. You made it your goal and you failed miserably and as Mariano would say. Justice, Elite style, has prevailed in the end
So Morrison. Come the night of the PPV. You may come close. You may even come within a whisker of winning the world title from around my waist. But you will just end up like all the rest before us. A sniveling, quivering loser who got beaten badly. Because as we have said on many occasions and now I get to say the same to you. I am the Elite.
And I am and always will be better than you.
(Our scene now cuts back to the conference room where the media has all filled the chairs with cameras flashing all around as well. The murmuring of the reporters stop as soon as Sickboy turns up on the stage and stands behind the podium. He clears his throat a little before starting proceedings.)
Sickboy: Ah, thank you for joining me people of the press, media and television as I stand here today in front of you. As many of you know or are aware. The PPV this Sunday is the last PPV for the PCW. A company that battled the odds and came out on top. I am proud to be a part of this company in the year or so that I have called it my home. But while I speak, there is a possible chance that sooner or later down the line it will come back. Which leads me to what I am about to say to all of you now. Ladies and Gentlemen. I have been in this business for ten years. I’ve seen generation after generation of stars being broken out into the spotlight on countless nights. It was a week or so ago that I toyed with a decision which today I have finally made. At this last PPV for the PCW, it will play host to being my final match of my career. Once the match is over. So is my career.
For 10 years people. I have put my body on the line. Not only my body. But also my mental state on the line as well. I’ve made bad decisions. I’ve made brash decisions. I’ve had to be caught in the middle of many battles that were around me. Each time it has taken it’s toll on me. Not only me. But my wife and my friends. There was times that I didn’t take too much concern to their well being and that is something I’m not happy about. Now though, I want to hang with them more. Be a normal person. Living life outside of a spotlight and being with two people who are considered my family.
I am also doing this as now I think it’s time for the young guns to shine.
I’m thirty years old now. The recipient of a reconstructed knee. Multiple cuts and abrasions. At least two bullet wounds in my body and a history violence with chaos left in my wake. I’ve been around the world. Wrestled in front of only 20 people when I first started, to selling out arenas here and in the world. I’ve made friends and hell of a lot of enemies. I’ve been hit with chairs, barbwire, bats, bullets. It was fun and exciting thing to do when I was in my twenties. But now I must look to the future.
So it is finally time to call it a day people. I’ve had a good career. I’ve never from memory, professionally backstab someone as ‘Curtis Wilkes’. I’ve always been quiet until the camera is on me for me to speak my mind. After the PPV. I’m going to come back here to my home of New York and live life to the fullest. Maybe even write a book about my life as a wrestler. I’m going to spend more time with my wife Emma and my buddy Len. Not to mention seeing the birth of my child in the coming months. It is time to fade away and let the new blood of wrestling come into the spotlight. So with that. Make sure you watch the PPV, see me retain the world title and realize that you have just bare witness to an above average wrestler living out his dream.
A dream he lived to the end. Thank you.
(The cameras flash wildly as Sickboy stands in front of the media as the scene fades to black.)
This past week though. It was announced that PCW was closing it’s doors.
All through the week, I have been quiet on my words. There is no cockiness in me at the moment due to overwhelming sadness that I feel. That sadness comes from the realization that it’s all going to be over. The shows, the wrestlers, the fans. The life that comes with it. Now with the PCW closing it’s doors. There is one thing I know I have to do now. With Cataclysm on the horizon I know that I must cement my legacy for one. But there is one more important thing that must happen when the final bell rings.
And when I finally do that. Then I can finally end the latest chapter in the book.}
(Down in New York City. We open up to inside of what appears to be a conference room filled with empty chairs. In front of the chairs is a stage with a speaking podium emblazoned with the logo of PCW. Our cameras move forward to climb the stage where it leads to a door. Opening the door we see Sickboy sitting on a chair with the world title resting on his lap. The Sickboy in front of us now, seems to more sombre. His face etched with a grave look as leans back in the chair letting out a deep sigh. Soon his wife, Emma, walks into the room. Wrapping her arms around his neck in embrace before giving him a peck on the cheek.)
Sickboy: I didn’t think it would be this quick.
Emma: I don’t think anybody knew Curtis.
Sickboy: Maybe you’re right. Sadly though it is now time to do something I should’ve done a long time ago.
Emma: You’re ready to do it now? Remember that there is no turning back now if you make the choice.
Sickboy: I’m sure Emma.
Emma: There are going to be a lot of wrestling media here today. This is going to be big news in many wrestling circles.
Sickboy: Well, we’ll soon see.
Emma: I also have some news to tell you.
Sickboy: And what might that be?
Emma: Well. You know how you and I have been on the road for so many years. How you said to me that Len and I were the only family you had in your life. Well that’s not true anymore.
Sickboy: Why is that?
Emma: Because Curtis, I found out that I am pregnant. You’re going to be a dad.
(Sickboy gets up from the chair and immediatly hugs his wife tightly.)
Sickboy: That’s wonderful news. Oh god, now that means I’m officially considered an old man.
Emma: I wouldn’t go that far. You may be pushing thirty. But you still act like a reckless teen at times.
Sickboy: Guilty. But that’s going to change.
Emma: Promise?
Sickboy: I promise.
XXX
Michael Morrison. You and I have reached a boiling point. Over the last few months my friend you have been the most annoying thorn in my side. Not just only my side. But also the side of the Elite. Yoshiru, Steve, The Heathers. We’ve all been sick to the death of the arrogance that seeps out of you like the thick stench of methane. You think that you deserve so much out of your career . When in fact, you have done nothing to deserve what you have recieved. Easy matches, title shots, main event spots. It makes me sick to my stomach that you have been given a chance to have the last ever title shot ahead of someone like Yoshiru. It actually blows my mind that you are the person who gets recognition of being my final opponent in the PCW. You also will be the final man who fall to me in defeat.
I hate to burst the proverbial bubble for you my boy. But you will never and I mean never amount to anything while I am still alive and kicking. I am the world champion. A goddamn Hall of Famer in many wrestling circles. Multiple time champion with many different belts and titles to my name that has spanned over 10 long years. Something you could only dream about in that ego filled head of yours.Yet you think that you’re some kind of chance against the years of experience I have over you. Oh Michael, I must say that you do have a career in comedy if you truly believe that you are going to topple me in the last ever match for the PCW. I have come to far to have you ruin my glory. Not to mention tarnish the history of the belt by having your record in the history books.
It’s over Morrison. You couldn’t beat the Elite. You vowed to do it. As did everyone here in the PCW and we came out in the end. We raped and pillaged this company. We gave it the ratings that the network needed and yet you wanted to kill us off. You made it your goal and you failed miserably and as Mariano would say. Justice, Elite style, has prevailed in the end
So Morrison. Come the night of the PPV. You may come close. You may even come within a whisker of winning the world title from around my waist. But you will just end up like all the rest before us. A sniveling, quivering loser who got beaten badly. Because as we have said on many occasions and now I get to say the same to you. I am the Elite.
And I am and always will be better than you.
XXX
(Our scene now cuts back to the conference room where the media has all filled the chairs with cameras flashing all around as well. The murmuring of the reporters stop as soon as Sickboy turns up on the stage and stands behind the podium. He clears his throat a little before starting proceedings.)
Sickboy: Ah, thank you for joining me people of the press, media and television as I stand here today in front of you. As many of you know or are aware. The PPV this Sunday is the last PPV for the PCW. A company that battled the odds and came out on top. I am proud to be a part of this company in the year or so that I have called it my home. But while I speak, there is a possible chance that sooner or later down the line it will come back. Which leads me to what I am about to say to all of you now. Ladies and Gentlemen. I have been in this business for ten years. I’ve seen generation after generation of stars being broken out into the spotlight on countless nights. It was a week or so ago that I toyed with a decision which today I have finally made. At this last PPV for the PCW, it will play host to being my final match of my career. Once the match is over. So is my career.
For 10 years people. I have put my body on the line. Not only my body. But also my mental state on the line as well. I’ve made bad decisions. I’ve made brash decisions. I’ve had to be caught in the middle of many battles that were around me. Each time it has taken it’s toll on me. Not only me. But my wife and my friends. There was times that I didn’t take too much concern to their well being and that is something I’m not happy about. Now though, I want to hang with them more. Be a normal person. Living life outside of a spotlight and being with two people who are considered my family.
I am also doing this as now I think it’s time for the young guns to shine.
I’m thirty years old now. The recipient of a reconstructed knee. Multiple cuts and abrasions. At least two bullet wounds in my body and a history violence with chaos left in my wake. I’ve been around the world. Wrestled in front of only 20 people when I first started, to selling out arenas here and in the world. I’ve made friends and hell of a lot of enemies. I’ve been hit with chairs, barbwire, bats, bullets. It was fun and exciting thing to do when I was in my twenties. But now I must look to the future.
So it is finally time to call it a day people. I’ve had a good career. I’ve never from memory, professionally backstab someone as ‘Curtis Wilkes’. I’ve always been quiet until the camera is on me for me to speak my mind. After the PPV. I’m going to come back here to my home of New York and live life to the fullest. Maybe even write a book about my life as a wrestler. I’m going to spend more time with my wife Emma and my buddy Len. Not to mention seeing the birth of my child in the coming months. It is time to fade away and let the new blood of wrestling come into the spotlight. So with that. Make sure you watch the PPV, see me retain the world title and realize that you have just bare witness to an above average wrestler living out his dream.
A dream he lived to the end. Thank you.
(The cameras flash wildly as Sickboy stands in front of the media as the scene fades to black.)
