Post by Yoshiru Long on Oct 9, 2012 19:51:07 GMT -5
A *CENSORED* ENCOUNTER
Yoshiru Long, Paul Blair, and the Life-Sized Animatronic Model (L.A.M.) of Curtis Wilkes all are sitting in leather recliners with dark walls surrounding them.
YOSHIRU LONG: The following material may be inappropriate for children.
PAUL BLAIR: And cats...
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: And homosexuals...
YOSHIRU LONG: Presidential hopefuls...
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Girl Scouts...
PAUL BLAIR: Bigfoot...or for you Canadians...Sasquatch...
YOSHIRU LONG: The French...
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Michael Morrison's mom...
YOSHIRU LONG: Paul Blair's mom...
PAUL BLAIR: That peeping tom looking in through your window as you take a shower...
YOSHIRU LONG: And of course, midget lesbians.
PAUL BLAIR: Midget lesbians?
YOSHIRU LONG: Well, yeah. You never know when we're going to whip out a midget lesbian joke, Pauly!
PAUL BLAIR: Good point.
YOSHIRU LONG: If at any point you find yourself offended by us kicking little children...
PAUL BLAIR: Licking shaved cats...
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Egging homosexuals...
YOSHIRU LONG: Spitting on Presidential hopefuls...
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Eating that little Girl Scout's tasty cookie...
YOSHIRU LONG: You mean cookies.
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: What's the difference?
YOSHIRU LONG: Paul?
PAUL BLAIR: If you say that you ate the Girl Scout's cookies, they'll think that you ate their cookies that they sell door to door. If you say that you ate the Girl Scout's cookie...you're going to be arrested for statutory rape and pedophilia
YOSHIRU LONG: Yep, that sounds about right. Continuing on...
PAUL BLAIR: Messing with Bigfoot...or as you Canadians call him...Sasquatch...
YOSHIRU LONG: Pissing on the French...
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Sleeping with Michael Morrison's mom...
PAUL BLAIR: You know, that is one big woman...but she's always fair to Blair!
YOSHIRU LONG: Taking Paul Blair's mom for a “test drive”...
PAUL BLAIR: She did tell me that she really enjoyed the stick-shift during that test drive, Yosh.
YOSHIRU LONG: Yes...yes she did...
PAUL BLAIR: Peeping on that peeping tom that is looking at you through your window as you take a shower...
YOSHIRU LONG: Or watching midget lesbians mud-wrestle, then you can simply fuck off. Because we're not here to censor ourselves to make you feel better. You don't like us, then don't listen to us.
PAUL BLAIR: Isn't this supposed to be a disclaimer, Yosh?
YOSHIRU LONG: Good point. Ladies and gentlemen, viewer disgression is advised.
Paul, Yoshiru and and the Curtis Wilkes L.A.M. all give reassuring smiles as the scene fades.
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*CENSORED*, Yoshiru, and Paul stand in *CENSORED*'s front yard, looking at a giant refrigerator box resting at the end of the yard near the street.
YOSHIRU LONG: How long has the box been there, *CENSORED*?
*CENSORED*: Three days I think.
YOSHIRU LONG: Interesting.
*CENSORED*: Sorry, Yoshiru. I wouldn't have called you, but we let the dog out yesterday and he hasn't came back to the house. I'm afraid that whatever is inside that box has done something to him.
PAUL BLAIR: Have you see the box move at all?
*CENSORED*: No, but we do hear strange noises at night.
YOSHIRU LONG: I have an idea. Give me that platter of gator.
*CENSORED* hands over the platter of alligator crisps that he was holding. Yoshiru makes his way over to the front of the box, noticing what appears to be a makeshift door with a little pull-open cardboard window on it. Yoshiru knocks on the window.
YOSHIRU LONG: Hello? Is anybody in there? I have some gator crisps if you're hungry.
Yoshiru grabs a piece of gator off the platter and holds it near the window. The window suddenly opens and with lightning speed, the gator crisp is gone. Yoshiru quickly pulls his hand back as the window shuts.
YOSHIRU LONG: Motherfucker almost took my hand off!
*CENSORED*: Did you get a look at him?
YOSHIRU LONG: No, fucker is too quick! But I have another idea.
Yoshiru brings the full platter near the window for a quick moment before pulling it away. The door to the cardboard quickly opens as two beady eyes look back at him.
YOSHIRU LONG: You want more gator, boy? Come on out. We're not going to hurt you.
Yoshiru begins to walk back toward *CENSORED* and Paul as the figure in the box crawls after him on all fours.
PAUL BLAIR: Damn! He looks just like you, *CENSORED*!
*CENSORED*: What the hell is going on here?!
YOSHIRU LONG: I think I have an idea of who this might be.
Yoshiru grabs a gator crisp off the platter and holds it in the air.
YOSHIRU LONG: Sit boy!
The *CENSORED* look-a-like growls at Yoshiru before sitting. Yoshiru smiles and slowly brings the crisp to the look-a-like's mouth. The look-a-like quickly bites the crisp out of Yoshiru's hand.
*CENSORED*: So what the hell do we do with him?
YOSHIRU LONG: Well, we can ask him to get off of your property.
The look-a-like growls at Yoshiru again as he shakes his head “no”.
PAUL BLAIR: Yosh, I have a brilliant idea!
YOSHIRU LONG: Let's hear it, Pauly.
PAUL BLAIR: Remember how you were looking for a subject to use in the first webcast?
YOSHIRU LONG: Yeah.
PAUL BLAIR: How about *CENSORED* and the *CENSORED* look-a-like in a wrestling match!
YOSHIRU LONG: Well, neither of them are really wrestlers, Blair.
PAUL BLAIR: Come on! It's perfect! *CENSORED* told you that he's always wanted to be a wrestler. And this thing here looks like he has no problems with brawling. So it's perfect!
YOSHIRU LONG: What do you think, *CENSORED*? You up for it?
*CENSORED*: You kidding me! Of course!
YOSHIRU LONG: It really doesn't solve *CENSORED*'s problem though...or does it... How about it. How about we have a match between the two of you. If you win, *CENSORED*...this look-a-like takes his cardboard box and gets off of your front lawn. And you, you freaky little *CENSORED* look-a-like...if you win, you can live in this nice, warm house with *CENSORED* and his family!
*CENSORED*: Hey, wait a minute! I don't want that thing in my house!
Yoshiru leans in to whisper in *CENSORED*'s ear.
YOSHIRU LONG: Don't worry, man. Do you really think it would hold up in court? If you lose, we'll just call the cops and have him escorted off of your property.
*CENSORED*: Alright, I'm in!
YOSHIRU LONG: Blair, make the calls! Have the arena set up! We're going to have ourselves a match!
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The arena is filled with cardboard cut-outs of fans in the seats. A cardboard box shaped like an announcer's table is set up near ringside with Yoshiru Long and Paul Blair sitting at it. The Curtis Wilkes L.A.M. stands in the ring, microphone in hand along with Ralphie who is dressed in the referee stripes.
YOSHIRU LONG: Hello everybody and welcome to the first edition of the EliteTV webcast! I am Yoshiru Long, and alongside me on commentary is the one and only Paul Blair!
PAUL BLAIR: This is going to be an excellent first webcast, Yosh! For those of you who missed the first part of this webcast, we found out that a *CENSORED* look-a-like that we are now dubbing Hobo *CENSORED* was residing on *CENSORED*'s lawn! As a result, we have convinced the two of them to have a match tonight!
YOSHIRU LONG: It should be a great match, although I did have to tell Hobo *CENSORED* before we arrived at the arena that there is no biting...he's definitely a biter!
PAUL BLAIR: Enough of the small talk! Let's get this thing started!
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! If *CENSORED* is victorious, the Hobo *CENSORED* must leave his property! If the Hobo *CENSORED* is victorious, he will move in with *CENSORED* and his family! Introducing first...
The lights in the arena go out, before turning purple as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold plays. The crowd pops (obviously recorded sounds over the P.A.) as the lyrics begin and Hobo *CENSORED* steps out to the stage.
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Making his way to the ring, from the cardboard box outside of *CENSORED*'s house! Weighing in at one hundred ninety-eight pounds...HOBO *CENSORED*!!!
Hobo *CENSORED* walks down the aisle, playing to the cardboard crowd like he's God's gift to wrestling. He climbs in to the ring and poses for the crowd as his music fades out.
YOSHIRU LONG: Hobo *CENSORED* looks fired up for this match, Paul! I think he actually has a chance of getting the victory here tonight!
PAUL BLAIR: Is it just me, or did he wink in this direction?
YOSHIRU LONG: I believe you're right, Paul!
PAUL BLAIR: Thank God I never leave home without a few RPDs!
The lights in the arena go out again, before turning purple as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold plays. The crowd pops again (obviously recorded sounds over the P.A.) as the lyrics begin and *CENSORED* steps out to the stage, accompanied by Junior and Clitzy.
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Clitzy and Junior! From Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds...*CENSORED*!!!
*CENSORED* walks down the aisle, playing to the cardboard crowd like he's God's gift to wrestling, followed by Junior and Clitzy. Junior and Clitzy make their way around the ring. Clitzy sits in a chair near the announcer's table as Junior puts on a headset and sits on Clitzy's lap. *CENSORED* climbs in to the ring and poses for the crowd as his music fades out. The Curtis Wilkes L.A.M. climbs out of the ring and sits in a chair near the announcer's table, ring bell next to him.
YOSHIRU LONG: Damn! What I wouldn't give to be Junior right now!
PAUL BLAIR: Clitzy is definitely looking good tonight!
*DING! DING! DING!*
YOSHIRU LONG: There's the opening bell, and this match is underway!
JUNIOR: That's my Daddy!
PAUL BLAIR: Yes, Junior...we know. That's your Daddy.
JUNIOR: That's my Daddy!
YOSHIRU LONG: Do you think he knows which one is his Daddy?
PAUL BLAIR: I have troubles believing that he knows what letter comes after B in the alphabet!
YOSHIRU LONG: Collar-and-elbow tie-up, and *CENSORED* takes the quick advantage as he forces Hobo *CENSORED* back to the corner.
PAUL BLAIR: *CENSORED* has the weight advantage here, but Hobo *CENSORED* appears to be insane, so the playing field is even in my estimation!
YOSHIRU LONG: Ralphie is asking for *CENSORED* to break the hold, and *CENSORED* does. He backs off to the center of the ring as Hobo *CENSORED* steps out from the corner. Another collar-and-elbow...no! Hobo *CENSORED* with a grapefruit grip, and Ralphie quickly demands him to release!
PAUL BLAIR: Very effective move, but you would never see me grabbing that!
Hobo *CENSORED* finally lets go of *CENSORED*'s grapes as Ralphie admonishes him. He smirks as the irate *CENSORED* rushes at him with a lariat, damn near decapitating him.
PAUL BLAIR: Brutal lariat!
JUNIOR: GO DADDY GO!
YOSHIRU LONG: Junior with his amazing contribution here...and it looks like *CENSORED* is going to apply a side headlock on the mat.
PAUL BLAIR: This is a great move for neutralizing your opponent, Yosh!
YOSHIRU LONG: Definitely!
Yoshiru, Blair, Clitzy, and Junior continue to look on as *CENSORED* keeps the side headlock locked in.
YOSHIRU LONG: I think that this is the longest I've ever seen a side headlock applied!
PAUL BLAIR: You're telling me! It looks like Ralphie is nearly asleep in the ring!
YOSHIRU LONG: Hold up, Paul! We have movement!
Hobo *CENSORED* makes it back to his feet as *CENSORED* continues to hold him with a side headlock. Hobo *CENSORED* pushes *CENSORED* off, sending him in to the ropes. *CENSORED* on the rebound, and Hobo *CENSORED* catches him with a standing dropkick!
YOSHIRU LONG: Dropkick right on the money!
PAUL BLAIR: It's amazing that Hobo *CENSORED* can even move! *CENSORED* had him in that side headlock for at least twenty minutes!
YOSHIRU LONG: I think that we better let our viewers know that since this is not a live webcast, and since this match could go on for God knows how long, we will be editing it down a bit before we make this webcast public.
PAUL BLAIR: That's probably a good idea, Yosh.
YOSHIRU LONG: Hobo *CENSORED* has *CENSORED* back to his feet, and he floats behind with a rear waist lock.
Blair takes off his headset and makes his way to the ring apron.
YOSHIRU LONG: I'm not sure what's happening here, but my broadcast partner has left our table and is now on the ring apron.
Blair pulls a RPD out of his pocket and hands it to Ralphie, insisting that Ralphie offer it to *CENSORED* for protection. Blair hops down from the apron and makes it back over to the announcer's table, putting his headset back on as he sits down.
YOSHIRU LONG: Good call, Paul!
PAUL BLAIR: If you don't mind, I'd like to take a moment to speak about my RPDs. They've been selling like hot-cakes you know. But this here, this is a perfect example of why everyone should have their own RPD. You never know when you're going to run in to a man that lives in a cardboard box. Look at him...he totally has rapist hair!
YOSHIRU LONG: He has the same hair style as *CENSORED*.
PAUL BLAIR: And *CENSORED* has rapist hair! Be fair to Blair people. By the RPD. Save a child's life, or at least their ass.
YOSHIRU LONG: Paul Blair...actor, wrestler, commentator, humanitarian, and a child's ass-saver!
PAUL BLAIR: That's right! I like children's asses, but not in that bad, sick, need an RPD kind of way!
YOSHIRU LONG: Well, it looks like *CENSORED* has turned down the RPD, and he quickly counters with a rear waist lock of his own!
Hobo *CENSORED* quickly does a pelvic thrust, bumping in to *CENSORED*'s groin area with his ass. *CENSORED* quickly releases the hold and backs off, freaked out by the incident.
PAUL BLAIR: Another unorthodoxed but effective move by Hobo *CENSORED*!
YOSHIRU LONG: *CENSORED* looks disgusted by the action! Boot to the gut on Hobo *CENSORED*...BADD DREAM!!! *CENSORED* makes the quick cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
PAUL BLAIR: Hobo *CENSORED* kicks out!
YOSHIRU LONG: See, I tried telling *CENSORED* that using a DDT as a finishing move is pathetic! He drilled Hobo *CENSORED* with the DDT, and Hobo *CENSORED* easily kicked out!
JUNIOR: DADDY!!! DADDY!!! DADDY!!!
PAUL BLAIR: And in typical *CENSORED* fashion, *CENSORED* is trying to politic is way in to convincing Ralphie that it was a three count!
*CENSORED* finally gives up on arguing with Ralphie and once again applies a side headlock on Hobo *CENSORED*.
YOSHIRU LONG: And here we go again. Looks like I can continue my rant about Syn now.
PAUL BLAIR: I'll be taking a nap. Let me know when there's action to call.
Blair leans back in his chair, puts his feet on the announcer's table, and closes his eyes.
YOSHIRU LONG: Ladies and gentlemen, this is why wrestling should be left to professionals.
*CENSORED* brings Hobo *CENSORED* back to his feet with the side headlock and quickly floats behind. *CENSORED* attempts a German suplex, but Hobo *CENSORED* blocks it.
YOSHIRU LONG: Paul! Wake up! We have action!
Blair yawns and stretches his arms as he opens his eyes.
PAUL BLAIR: Hobo *CENSORED* with a back elbow, and *CENSORED* releases the waist lock. *CENSORED* rushes at Hobo *CENSORED*...and he's caught with a drop toe hold!
YOSHIRU LONG: Hobo *CENSORED* has the reverse hammerlock applied here. He just in the air...knee to the hammerlocked arm! And again! Hobo *CENSORED* continues to hold the hammerlock on *CENSORED* as he flips forward, bridging above *CENSORED* for a submission!
PAUL BLAIR: Nice variation of a hammerlock submission!
YOSHIRU LONG: *CENSORED* could be in trouble here! Ralphie is checking on him, but he isn't willing to give up just yet!
Hobo *CENSORED* releases the hold. He quickly picks *CENSORED* up and boots him in the gut...
YOSHIRU LONG: BADD DREAM! Hobo *CENSORED* hits the Badd Dream!
PAUL BLAIR: Out of nowhere! And he makes the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
YOSHIRU LONG: *CENSORED* rolls the shoulder!
PAUL BLAIR: And this match will continue!
YOSHIRU LONG: You see what I mean about the DDT, Paul? It's a good move for focusing on the head or neck, but if you want to finish a match, you need something a little bigger than a simple DDT!
Hobo *CENSORED* brings *CENSORED* to a seated position and applies a rear chin lock.
PAUL BLAIR: And here we go again, folks! If you were looking to take a nap, now is the time!
YOSHIRU LONG: Seriously, I'm getting ready to pay for *CENSORED* to go to a wrestling school, just so we're not subjected to something like this again!
PAUL BLAIR: Well, it looks like the action is going to pick up quicker this time as *CENSORED* has returned to his feet.
*CENSORED* connects with an elbow to the gut. And a second! *CENSORED* turns to Hobo *CENSORED* and lifts him in to the air...SPINEBUSTER!!!
YOSHIRU LONG: MY GOD! A wrestling move that was actually good! Make the cover, *CENSORED*! Make the cover!
PAUL BLAIR: What the hell is he hesitating for?!
*CENSORED* looks toward Yoshiru for a moment before returning his attention to Hobo *CENSORED*. Hobo *CENSORED* slowly starts to sit up as *CENSORED* hits the far ropes.
PAUL BLAIR: SAY GOODNIGHT!!! *CENSORED* stole your move!!!
YOSHIRU LONG: He totally botched it though! Hobo *CENSORED* was so close to the ropes that although *CENSORED* connected with the knee, he ended up going through the ropes and dropping to the floor outside!
PAUL BLAIR: But it wasn't that stupid DDT!
YOSHIRU LONG: I'll give you that.
Ralphie begins his count as *CENSORED* lays on the floor outside.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Hobo *CENSORED* regains a little of his composure as he rolls out of the ring. He grabs *CENSORED* and rolls him back in, quickly following behind.
YOSHIRU LONG: Hobo *CENSORED* has a huge opportunity here! *CENSORED* is still hurting from that tumble!
Hobo *CENSORED* smiles as he suddenly rips off his wrestling trunks.
PAUL BLAIR: MY GOD! Not fair to Blair...or his eyes! Hobo *CENSORED* has ripped off his trunks, and he's down to his whitey tighties!
YOSHIRU LONG: More like off-whitey tighties! It definitely looks like he's been living in that box for more than just three days! Look at all of the holes in those things!
PAUL BLAIR: Why in the world would he do this to us! I feel like this view should be censored!
YOSHIRU LONG: He has *CENSORED* by the arm, quickly applying...OH MY GOD!!! It's like an inverted version of a triangle choke!!! His crotch is right in *CENSORED*'s face!
Blair turns to the side and vomits a little at the sight.
YOSHIRU LONG: *CENSORED* TAPS!!! *CENSORED* TAPS!!! It's over, Paul! Hobo *CENSORED* has won!
*DING! DING! DING!*
CURTIS WILKES L.A.M.: Here is your winner...HOBO *CENSORED*!!!
Ralphie raises Hobo *CENSORED*'s arm in the air as *CENSORED* leans out of the ring, vomiting on the floor.
YOSHIRU LONG: Paul, a disturbing sight to say the least! With his victory, Hobo *CENSORED* now has a place to live!
PAUL BLAIR: Remind me to send the *CENSORED* family their very own set of RPDs. I'm not sure that I'd trust that Hobo *CENSORED* to not try to bury his fudge pop!
YOSHIRU LONG: Well, ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we have for this webcast! Goodnight!
PAUL BLAIR: Oh! And don't forget to administer the RPD on your children before bed tonight! There are a lot of Hobo *CENSORED*s in the world...and they like to sneak in the back door. You never can be too safe!
Yoshiru and Paul remove their headsets as we fade to black.
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-Twenty feet...five tons...a structure so brutal, so devastating, that most who enter find themselves unable to exit unassisted. Cold, twisted steel surrounding a ring, laying out a battlefield for carnage. A structure built to prevent escape from inevitable destruction. Many claim it to be the most violent kind of match that a wrestler can compete in. For myself, it becomes a new experience. In my storied past, I have competed in many kinds of contests. I have competed in steel cage matches against men such as the self-proclaimed “King Of Hardcore”. I have competed in Sacrifice matches. I have competed in battle royles. I have even competed in the first ever Last Rites match. A match that started as a Falls Count Anywhere match, continued to a Last Man Standing match, and ended as a Casket match. A match that pitted me against a brutal five hundred fifty pound, seven foot five inch tall mammoth. Everything I have done in my career...everything that I have accomplished...and never once have I stepped inside Hell In A Cell.
But it's not about the structure, it's about the competition. I have overcome EVERY single obstacle that has been thrown in front of me. Over a year ago, I was told that I could never beat the likes of Mariano Fernandez or Leon Lonewolf. I proved the world wrong when I defeated both to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I was told that I could never successfully defend the championship. But month after month...I did. I was told that I would never be seen in the same light, and that I could never make the same impact as a man such as Brian Adams. But on two different occasions, The Elite made the BIGGEST impact that PCW fans, CWF fans, wrestling fans in general have EVER seen! It didn't stop there though. I was told that Syn was the next big thing. That there was no way that I could defeat Syn. But like every other time, I defied the odds. Now, I'm being told that there is no way that I can walk out of Hell In A Cell as World Heavyweight Champion. I have overcome everything thrown at me before...and at Anarchy...I will overcome once again.
-Syn...it appears as if you're going to get yet another chance to prove yourself. But let me ask you something. Do you really think that you're worthy of stepping in to the same ring as The Elite? Let's face it, Syn...it wasn't that long ago that you were given the biggest opportunity of your career. And after an impressive attempt if I may say so myself, one knee to the jaw took you out. So, where was the hunger? Where was the drive? When I was put in the same position as you...I did EVERYTHING to ensure that I made it to that next pedestal. You can make any excuse that you want, Syn...but the bottom line is when it came time for you to step up, you were knocked right back down! In fact, the ONLY reason that you are seeing yourself in the main event at Anarchy is because James Baker has a vendetta against me. He doesn't want to see me with that World Heavyweight Championship around my waist again. He knows what it would mean for PCW if I were the champion once again. It's the same reason why Curtis was added to the match. Don't get me wrong, Curtis is more deserving of being in the match than you. After all, he never technically lost to Morrison at Wrestle Extravaganza. But I assure you, Baker sees Curtis being in the match as a way to cause decention in The Elite.
Not that I have any worries of you being in the match. After all, I did defeat you a few weeks ago. To make things SO much better, if I recall...I defeated you as I portrayed a version of you! See Syn, this character...this persona that you are, it's a lot like who I used to be. And who knows, maybe it was mind games that I was going for, or maybe you just happened to trigger old memories that led to me becoming the man that you see in front of you right now. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to prove that I'm not only better than you...but that I'm better than you...when I AM you. But in all honesty, it won't matter if I'm “Syn”...or if I'm Blood...or if I'm Yoshiru Long. When we're locked inside that cell, it all boils down to one thing. Who is the most calculating. Do you really think being the most brutal is key? Or that being the strongest is key? It isn't. It's about strategy, Syn. And according to my past, I can be rather strategic. I have taken down the best in the world. I have taken down those who are stronger...those who are more brutal...those who are bigger stars. And it's never been because I was better than them, Syn...it's been because I know what my strengths are, and I play to that. I know that doing things the smart way get better results than doing things through emotion. At Anarchy, Syn...are you going to let your emotions take over...or are you going to play to your strengths? I guess we'll just have to wait and find out.
-Michael Morrison...the World Heavyweight Champion. You have no idea how fitting it is to finally meet you in the ring once again. See, I can't seem to forget what happened over a year ago. You know, my rematch against Curtis. The one where you intentionally attacked the referee. The one that costed me my World Heavyweight Championship. The thing is, I'm not upset, nor was I ever upset about you costing me the match. I'm upset that you beat me at my own game. You did EXACTLY what I would have done in the same position. And look what it did for you. You earned yourself a contender's match against me later that night, and again, I was outdone. Just remember, Michael. The ONLY reason why you won that match is because Mariano stuck his nose in my business. If it wasn't for me having to beg and plead with the referee to not disqualify me...which would have been a wrongful disqualification, then you never would have walked in to Cataclysm as the number one contender.
And now, Michael. Now you're in a difficult position. You're not defending your championship against just one man, but rather, against three men. One of which wants to break every bone in your body. Myself, well, I'd settle for just watching you bleed. And unlike at Wrestle Extravaganza...you won't have the luxury of attacking one of your opponents with a weapon to secure your championship. This time around, Michael...you're actually going to have to get the victory in order to keep that precious championship. So, Michael...can you do it? Can you prove to the world that there truly is a reason why you are the World Heavyweight Champion? Can you prove that you really are deserving of being called “True Greatness”? The truth is, Michael...whether it be a one on one match like it was originally supposed to be, or a fatal four-way match which the match is now, you wouldn't have walked out as the World Heavyweight Champion. You may have gotten the victory over me a year ago to earn your championship match, but this is different Michael. You won't have the luxury of using a distraction such as Mariano. You won't have a referee threatening to disqualify me. Michael, come Anarchy, Hell will be unleashed!
-Curtis Wilkes, a man who I know very well. The world can say what they want about us, Curtis, but they have to face the facts...we are the most dominant group to ever grace a PCW ring. Over a year ago, myself and you decided that it was better to join forces and decimate everyone who crossed our paths than it was to have a bitter rivalry of egos and one-upsmanship. We saw something in each other, Curtis. We saw that the two of us...we're alike in a lot of ways. We both know just how good we are in the ring. We both know that we're better than everyone else when it comes to competing in the ring. But look what it did for us, Curtis. We dominated...we destroyed everyone that we encountered! In just a few short months, PCW fell to our wrath. Nobody in the company could stand up to us. We took out the likes of SJ Funk, Mariano Fernandez, and Leon Lonewolf. Then, a few short months ago...The Elite returned. And just like our first appearance in PCW, we dominated the competition! We made the world see why we consider ourselves The Elite, and why we're better than them!
But maybe you're right. Maybe I've been getting a little off-track as of late. Maybe I've become so obsessed with the similarities between Syn and Blood, that I've lost sight of the greater picture. You are absolutely right. This shouldn't have ever been about Syn. It should have been about one thing...getting PCW to drop to their knees when they're within our presence! Showing them that they are not worthy of being in our company. But maybe you've lost sight as well, friend. It seems while I have found myself obsessed with Syn, you have found yourself obsessed with Morrison. Only, it doesn't seem that your obsession is as much about taking away his championship as it's about destroying him for his actions at Wrestle Extravaganza. He embarrassed you, Curtis. He beat you at OUR game. And obviously, he's gotten in your head. Are you going to let that control you? Is that going to be your drive inside the cell? Vengeance against Morrison. Because if that's the case, Curtis, I'm afraid that you've already lost.
Here's the thing, Curtis. I could tell you that your defining moment was last year at Slamathon when you defeated me to win the World Heavyweight Championship. Don't get me wrong, it was a huge accomplishment. But beating me for the title didn't define who you are. Most people don't realize this, but it was some time before myself or you even arrived in PCW that I knew we could form the most dominant group ever seen. I remember this man that nobody thought could rise up when needed. A man who found himself in a bitter war with another man named Keith Daniels. If you would have asked ANYONE else at the time if Sickboy...if Curtis Wilkes could get the victory over Keith Daniels, they probably would have laughed in your face. Anyone except me. I saw the potential inside of you, Curtis...and I knew that given the right push, the right drive, you could defeat Daniels. And guess what...you did. And it was in that moment...that moment where you defeated Keith Daniels that I realized that your potential was higher than even I could imagine. You used your strengths to overcome a man who was a bigger star than you. But now, now you're letting your hatred for Morrison take over. With the World Heavyweight Championship on the line, it'll be every man for himself. I'm just hoping that you can see that Morrison isn't the only threat. You need to open your eyes to EVERYONE involved in this match, Curtis. And win or lose, it won't change who I think you are. You are better than them, as long as you concentrate on them as a whole, and not just one man. Best of luck at Anarchy, Curtis.
-There is one more thing to address. It appears that there has been some speculation as to the stability of my current mental state. It's no secret that my career has had it's controversial points. Starting with a gimmick that mimicked my father's in CWF. Growing in to my gimmick, to the point where it no longer was a gimmick, but rather, who I had become. I did let myself get consumed by the dark heart that I portrayed, and because of that, I fell in to an abyss that I felt I would never escape. Pain and torment overtook me. I was lost, and I couldn't find my way. But I overcame that. And now my mental stability is yet again in question. This time, it's for becoming what Michael Rollins couldn't become. It's for becoming a better version of this persona that he so desperately grips on to. It doesn't surprise me that my mental stability is once again in question. What surprises me is that my own friend is the one who questions me. Curtis, with all due respect, it doesn't matter if I'm Blood. It doesn't matter if I'm Syn. It doesn't matter if I'm Yoshiru Long. The bone mask that I wear. The facepaint that I wear. The staff that I carry. Anything that has made me in to these personas that are brought in to question, they hold absolutely no bearing over what I am inside that ring.
You can question who I was or who I am becoming all that you want. But just keep in mind, friend...I am the former World Heavyweight Champion. I am the man who held that championship for a record four months before losing it to you. I am the man who defeated Michael Rollins a few weeks ago to EARN my spot in this Hell In A Cell match! Curtis, you may have walked away with the victory in every match that we've had, but it doesn't change the success that I have seen since arriving in PCW. So, whether it's Yoshiru Long who arrives at Anarchy...or if it's Blood who arrives at Anarchy...or if it's “Syn” who arrives at Anarchy...rest assured, whichever of those three it is, they will be ready for EACH AND EVERY one of you.
Because I am Elite, and...
I'M JUST BETTER THAN YOU!!!
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