Post by sick on Nov 26, 2012 6:15:45 GMT -5
{Let's rewind the clock and travel to the past for some importance sake.
The year was 2010, or close to it. CWF had been in grips or in the choking position with The Horsemen running around and calling the shots. Doing whatever the hell they wanted, picking the fights, running roughshod. I was holding the CWF National title and breaking records in the process. But on the horizon loomed a man named Keith Daniels who not only humiliated me but took my title on the upcoming PPV. But that's a story for another day. For at the same event, the leader of the Horsemen <censored> was facing a person by the name of Magnus Thunder. A huge behemoth of a man. I listened as a person went on about his confidence about beating Thunder to bring the World title back to the Horsemen. The time seemed right, he had the confidence, the skill.
He failed.
Maybe it's just me. But it seemed to set the wheels in motion for several events. I saw many try and defeat the beast. I listened of tales of how people came so close to placing an L in the record of the giant Viking. They all came. They all failed. One by one they fell. Even my leader at the time couldn't get the job done. He got so engrossed in trying that it led to his downfall. Yet during those three months in the Horsemen. The question on my mind always seemed to be on the tip of my tongue until business came first.
Where was my chance?
In all the time I spent in the CWF. Magnus Thunder faced me only once and while I did fail in trying to get the win, I took the fight to him. Which can't be said for many that stood in front of him and failed. Yet, I had to take a back seat due to the decisions of one. Wether it was me being loyal or secretly hoping for a chance. I never got my opportunity to fight Magnus a second time when I was at my peak and for some strange reason. I felt I could bring the big man down to his knees and take what he held dear at the time. The World Heavyweight Title. Alas, I was placed in the back seat of the Horsemen car and told to shut up, for dad would do it instead. That was the past.
The future can potentially be different.
For I am no longer under the instruction of one person. No longer a minion, lackey, goon. I am my own person with my own rules and agenda to go with it. I am also no longer living under the lie of being American. For I am proud to show my Australian heritage to the uneducated pricks in this land of America. People say I am not tough enough.
I'm Australian, built tough to last.
Something you people will get a chance to see for yourselves}.[/i]
(It's been a while. But we open to the awe inspiring scenery of the city known as New York City. The former hometown of one Curtis Wilkes before he migrated back to his birth country of Australia. In amongst the crowd of early morning arrivals from Portland is Curtis Wilkes. His long hair tied back in a pony tail with a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. He"s dressed in a black t-shirt with a picture of the Australian flag with the words 'Aussie Pride' below the flag. Along with the shirt. He wears a pair of Levi jeans with Doc Marten boots on his feet. He walks in amongst the average joe's with relative ease. After all, he has always prided himself on not being a spotlight magnet. A person who tries to avoid it at all costs until he walks out through the curtain on event night. After gathering his gear bag from the baggage claim, he walks to the front entrance of JFK airport. Where leaning against a black Mercedes Benz dressed in a suit is his legal advisor and best friend Len. Upon seeing his best friend. The two exchange a warm handshake).
Len: Good to see you again Curtis.
Curtis: Likewise Len. Good to see the law firm treats you well.
Len: This thing? Eh, I prefer a corvette personally. But I'll take it over the shit heap I first drove to work with.
Curtis: Ah yes, the old sloppy jalopy. Happy days.
Len: Now, get in. I have to take you to your hotel. That's still a weird thing to say even though it's been a month or so since you flew out of the country to live in Australia.
(As both get in the Mercedes and it heads off with the smooth silent roar of the motor going. We join the both of them inside the car as the conversation continues).
Curtis: I had to take the chance in doing so Len. Not just for me. But for my family and my little girl. She should not be exposed to all the bad stuff that happened in my past. The violence, the dirty tricks, the men I associated with.
Len: Know all about chances and decisions Curtis. I took a chance representing your friends after our little fall out. Never again. Especially after your nemesis tried to bury me under six feet of dirt. All for some stupid case full of stupid twists and turns. Never found out who was responsible in the end.
(Curtis pulls out his phone to text his wife that he has arrived safe from his trip from Portland. As he does nearly every time he travels. After all. He doesn't want to take the chance of having something bad happening to him without telling his wife that he loves her very much. Especially considering on what is set out in front of him in a fortnight's time).
Len: Shame about the situation you've been put in.
Curtis: Sorry?
Len: With fighting twice. It was bad enough being in the battle royal. But with the reveal that you're being put in a match with Magnus Thunder early in the night? Wow, that is cold on James Baker's part.
Curtis: But expected from his part. James wants to rid the Elite in the worst way possible. As much as I hate to admit it. James Baker has pulled out something that can be actually considered a surprise and threat to Elite. So kudos to him. It took him long enough. That said though, I hope he's fully prepared for what could potentially happen if Magnus decides to go on his crusades of eliminating people from competition.
Len: Are you scared?
(Curtis scoffs to himself).
Curtis: Why should I be Len? Sure he is big in more ways than one. Sure he has the ability to end my life by breaking every bone and organ in my body. But, Magnus has been out of the game enjoying his life in Stockholm. Until now, I don't think he has wrestled a match since 2010 or there abouts to my knowledge. He's going to have a little ring rust, one would think. That, that is going to be to my advantage. That is of course, if that's the way I want to approach it. If I get through that. Then I'll think of how to eliminate all of the people in the battle royal.
Len: It would be a hell of feat to pull of two wins in one night Curtis. If anybody can pull it off, it would be you.
Curtis: It's a fifty-fifty shot in doing so Len. Again though. If I can survive the beating that Magnus has for me. Then I may be the dark horse to win this battle royal at the end of the night.
Len: Then what about your chances to win the World Title?
(Curtis leans back into the car seat with a smile on his face).
Curtis: That Len. Is almost going to be a certainty I will win it.
Life is full of chance. We live life with many choices to make and many chances that come by. This PPV coming up though. The statistics are very interesting along with the odds that are contained. I had the opportunity to do some maths, which I always sucked at. But please stay with me people.
-Out of the people listed. Thirty four in total. I have a one in thirty four shot of reaching the final four. If that happens, I'll have a twenty five percent chance of winning the thing.
- I have a fifty percent chance of either winning or losing against Magnus Thunder.
- Ninety five percent chance though is I'll get my ass kicked by the behemoth.
So Magnus Thunder. It was you who in the darkness of the cell. Made me see the inside of my eyelids as I laid unconscious from your hand. In fact, I can still feel the pain in my head from it. Can't say that from my actions with the Elite that I do not deserve it. Some say that it was a long time coming. But if you think for one second that I am going to have some sort of epiphany and come to seek salvation from you to fight for justice. Then I will say it outright now. Don't waste your breath. I chose the path on which I wish to walk on and follow. I do find it interesting though that with your debut in PCW. I get the first chance to fight you. Interesting in the fact that in the past, you made little, actually no attempt to even give me a chance to fight you one on one. People remember that in the whole time we were employed in the CWF, you only faced me once. You won, that much is known. But why stop there? Can you remember your words to me afterwards? That you were glad to have a break from Brian Addams by facing me. As if I was nothing but a stepping stone, a warm up for you. But hey, I thought that possibly we would have a rematch in the future. So I waited and waited and waited.
You gave that lightweight bag of shit Mariano a chance. You gave that son of a bitch Addams a chance. You gave Mr. Ulv a chance and you gave <censored> a chance. Yet, you didn't have the balls to even offer me the chance. Do you know how many months I busted my ass to not be put into the background with the Horsemen? I mean mate. At Season Beatings, I was hoping for a champion vs champion to end the year with giving CWF fans what they wanted. But no, I was left off the show. Then forgotten. But you had no problem in facing Keith Daniels when he was national champ. So that got me to thinking. Was there a chance that the big, bad, Viking. Scared that a six foot two New Yorker at the time would do him in? Because unlike those in the past. He had no fear in taking a beating and giving one in return? Indications all say yes. You may have a hearty chuckle to yourself and think I'm kidding. If that is the case, then you are in for a long night of frustration.
Make no mistake about it though Magnus. I actually have a little respect for you. Keyword being little. While I respect what you've done in the past. It don't mean shit now. You may think the same way you did in the past that I am the proverbial step in the journey of a thousand miles. I'm here to tell you mate. You won't get through the first step unscathed. There is no question of chance in it. That is a promise. When I get the opportunity I will chop you down like a tree, dismantle you and if the chance arises. Pin you after spiking your head like a javelin. Know this Magnus. You will have to kill me or incapacitate me to get what you want. Because as a proud Australian, my people never give up and I sure as hell won't give up either.
So Magnus. Pick up your hammer. Put on the leather and wool boots. Walk down to the ring and be prepared for a battle of epic proportions. For I will not run from you, I will run at you and do what others in the past had so much trouble in doing. That is beating you down to submission and then I will march on to throw all the mediocre competitors out later and get the title shot I deserve. Eighth of December, New York City. Magnus. PCW superstars. You will learn these fundamental words.
I am Australian built tough to last.
I am Elite and I'm better than you.
And Elite in my country means whoop ass mates.
(FTB).
The year was 2010, or close to it. CWF had been in grips or in the choking position with The Horsemen running around and calling the shots. Doing whatever the hell they wanted, picking the fights, running roughshod. I was holding the CWF National title and breaking records in the process. But on the horizon loomed a man named Keith Daniels who not only humiliated me but took my title on the upcoming PPV. But that's a story for another day. For at the same event, the leader of the Horsemen <censored> was facing a person by the name of Magnus Thunder. A huge behemoth of a man. I listened as a person went on about his confidence about beating Thunder to bring the World title back to the Horsemen. The time seemed right, he had the confidence, the skill.
He failed.
Maybe it's just me. But it seemed to set the wheels in motion for several events. I saw many try and defeat the beast. I listened of tales of how people came so close to placing an L in the record of the giant Viking. They all came. They all failed. One by one they fell. Even my leader at the time couldn't get the job done. He got so engrossed in trying that it led to his downfall. Yet during those three months in the Horsemen. The question on my mind always seemed to be on the tip of my tongue until business came first.
Where was my chance?
In all the time I spent in the CWF. Magnus Thunder faced me only once and while I did fail in trying to get the win, I took the fight to him. Which can't be said for many that stood in front of him and failed. Yet, I had to take a back seat due to the decisions of one. Wether it was me being loyal or secretly hoping for a chance. I never got my opportunity to fight Magnus a second time when I was at my peak and for some strange reason. I felt I could bring the big man down to his knees and take what he held dear at the time. The World Heavyweight Title. Alas, I was placed in the back seat of the Horsemen car and told to shut up, for dad would do it instead. That was the past.
The future can potentially be different.
For I am no longer under the instruction of one person. No longer a minion, lackey, goon. I am my own person with my own rules and agenda to go with it. I am also no longer living under the lie of being American. For I am proud to show my Australian heritage to the uneducated pricks in this land of America. People say I am not tough enough.
I'm Australian, built tough to last.
Something you people will get a chance to see for yourselves}.[/i]
(It's been a while. But we open to the awe inspiring scenery of the city known as New York City. The former hometown of one Curtis Wilkes before he migrated back to his birth country of Australia. In amongst the crowd of early morning arrivals from Portland is Curtis Wilkes. His long hair tied back in a pony tail with a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. He"s dressed in a black t-shirt with a picture of the Australian flag with the words 'Aussie Pride' below the flag. Along with the shirt. He wears a pair of Levi jeans with Doc Marten boots on his feet. He walks in amongst the average joe's with relative ease. After all, he has always prided himself on not being a spotlight magnet. A person who tries to avoid it at all costs until he walks out through the curtain on event night. After gathering his gear bag from the baggage claim, he walks to the front entrance of JFK airport. Where leaning against a black Mercedes Benz dressed in a suit is his legal advisor and best friend Len. Upon seeing his best friend. The two exchange a warm handshake).
Len: Good to see you again Curtis.
Curtis: Likewise Len. Good to see the law firm treats you well.
Len: This thing? Eh, I prefer a corvette personally. But I'll take it over the shit heap I first drove to work with.
Curtis: Ah yes, the old sloppy jalopy. Happy days.
Len: Now, get in. I have to take you to your hotel. That's still a weird thing to say even though it's been a month or so since you flew out of the country to live in Australia.
(As both get in the Mercedes and it heads off with the smooth silent roar of the motor going. We join the both of them inside the car as the conversation continues).
Curtis: I had to take the chance in doing so Len. Not just for me. But for my family and my little girl. She should not be exposed to all the bad stuff that happened in my past. The violence, the dirty tricks, the men I associated with.
Len: Know all about chances and decisions Curtis. I took a chance representing your friends after our little fall out. Never again. Especially after your nemesis tried to bury me under six feet of dirt. All for some stupid case full of stupid twists and turns. Never found out who was responsible in the end.
(Curtis pulls out his phone to text his wife that he has arrived safe from his trip from Portland. As he does nearly every time he travels. After all. He doesn't want to take the chance of having something bad happening to him without telling his wife that he loves her very much. Especially considering on what is set out in front of him in a fortnight's time).
Len: Shame about the situation you've been put in.
Curtis: Sorry?
Len: With fighting twice. It was bad enough being in the battle royal. But with the reveal that you're being put in a match with Magnus Thunder early in the night? Wow, that is cold on James Baker's part.
Curtis: But expected from his part. James wants to rid the Elite in the worst way possible. As much as I hate to admit it. James Baker has pulled out something that can be actually considered a surprise and threat to Elite. So kudos to him. It took him long enough. That said though, I hope he's fully prepared for what could potentially happen if Magnus decides to go on his crusades of eliminating people from competition.
Len: Are you scared?
(Curtis scoffs to himself).
Curtis: Why should I be Len? Sure he is big in more ways than one. Sure he has the ability to end my life by breaking every bone and organ in my body. But, Magnus has been out of the game enjoying his life in Stockholm. Until now, I don't think he has wrestled a match since 2010 or there abouts to my knowledge. He's going to have a little ring rust, one would think. That, that is going to be to my advantage. That is of course, if that's the way I want to approach it. If I get through that. Then I'll think of how to eliminate all of the people in the battle royal.
Len: It would be a hell of feat to pull of two wins in one night Curtis. If anybody can pull it off, it would be you.
Curtis: It's a fifty-fifty shot in doing so Len. Again though. If I can survive the beating that Magnus has for me. Then I may be the dark horse to win this battle royal at the end of the night.
Len: Then what about your chances to win the World Title?
(Curtis leans back into the car seat with a smile on his face).
Curtis: That Len. Is almost going to be a certainty I will win it.
XXX
And now. PCW's only resident Aussie Curtis Wilkes.
XXX
And now. PCW's only resident Aussie Curtis Wilkes.
XXX
Life is full of chance. We live life with many choices to make and many chances that come by. This PPV coming up though. The statistics are very interesting along with the odds that are contained. I had the opportunity to do some maths, which I always sucked at. But please stay with me people.
-Out of the people listed. Thirty four in total. I have a one in thirty four shot of reaching the final four. If that happens, I'll have a twenty five percent chance of winning the thing.
- I have a fifty percent chance of either winning or losing against Magnus Thunder.
- Ninety five percent chance though is I'll get my ass kicked by the behemoth.
So Magnus Thunder. It was you who in the darkness of the cell. Made me see the inside of my eyelids as I laid unconscious from your hand. In fact, I can still feel the pain in my head from it. Can't say that from my actions with the Elite that I do not deserve it. Some say that it was a long time coming. But if you think for one second that I am going to have some sort of epiphany and come to seek salvation from you to fight for justice. Then I will say it outright now. Don't waste your breath. I chose the path on which I wish to walk on and follow. I do find it interesting though that with your debut in PCW. I get the first chance to fight you. Interesting in the fact that in the past, you made little, actually no attempt to even give me a chance to fight you one on one. People remember that in the whole time we were employed in the CWF, you only faced me once. You won, that much is known. But why stop there? Can you remember your words to me afterwards? That you were glad to have a break from Brian Addams by facing me. As if I was nothing but a stepping stone, a warm up for you. But hey, I thought that possibly we would have a rematch in the future. So I waited and waited and waited.
You gave that lightweight bag of shit Mariano a chance. You gave that son of a bitch Addams a chance. You gave Mr. Ulv a chance and you gave <censored> a chance. Yet, you didn't have the balls to even offer me the chance. Do you know how many months I busted my ass to not be put into the background with the Horsemen? I mean mate. At Season Beatings, I was hoping for a champion vs champion to end the year with giving CWF fans what they wanted. But no, I was left off the show. Then forgotten. But you had no problem in facing Keith Daniels when he was national champ. So that got me to thinking. Was there a chance that the big, bad, Viking. Scared that a six foot two New Yorker at the time would do him in? Because unlike those in the past. He had no fear in taking a beating and giving one in return? Indications all say yes. You may have a hearty chuckle to yourself and think I'm kidding. If that is the case, then you are in for a long night of frustration.
Make no mistake about it though Magnus. I actually have a little respect for you. Keyword being little. While I respect what you've done in the past. It don't mean shit now. You may think the same way you did in the past that I am the proverbial step in the journey of a thousand miles. I'm here to tell you mate. You won't get through the first step unscathed. There is no question of chance in it. That is a promise. When I get the opportunity I will chop you down like a tree, dismantle you and if the chance arises. Pin you after spiking your head like a javelin. Know this Magnus. You will have to kill me or incapacitate me to get what you want. Because as a proud Australian, my people never give up and I sure as hell won't give up either.
So Magnus. Pick up your hammer. Put on the leather and wool boots. Walk down to the ring and be prepared for a battle of epic proportions. For I will not run from you, I will run at you and do what others in the past had so much trouble in doing. That is beating you down to submission and then I will march on to throw all the mediocre competitors out later and get the title shot I deserve. Eighth of December, New York City. Magnus. PCW superstars. You will learn these fundamental words.
I am Australian built tough to last.
I am Elite and I'm better than you.
And Elite in my country means whoop ass mates.
(FTB).
