Post by sick on Apr 19, 2013 23:24:44 GMT -5
OOC: Okay Ladies And Gentlemen. Before you start reading, I just want to outline what will be covered. Just so that there is no issue from it. Those that have been here from the beginning will know what event I am covering by reading what is said by Curtis. In a way I was dragged into this situation before the whole blowup happened. Anyways, just have a read and know that what is said by Curtis the character is his views and doesn't reflect what I feel to this day in real life. With that said, I wish Mariano the best of luck and it was awesome to feud with him again.
{I think it has been nearly three years or so since an event in the PCW began to chisel out the human being you see today. Many of the newer PCW faithful will probably not realize this. But several years ago we teetered on the edge of the abyss. I'm not bullshitting when I say it either. On the surface things looked okay. Business as normal. Yet under the surface tensions were boiling over factions that had formed in the back. Threats were made, egos were crushed and people left. Seems like a normal thing though to many of you. Except many of you weren't there. Now, why would I say something like that? What would I know?
Who do you think was trying to play the peacemaker on one end?
I make no secret of my association with certain people and many know of my association that still exists with those gentlemen. In fact it is the reason I am so pissed with the whole situation even to this day. It is the very reason that I have taken the path I am on in fighting against the injustice that has been shown to me through my associations past and present. I am through being silent. I am through trying to play the peacemaker and be everybody's friend. Now, it's time to not only exorcise the memories of the shitstorm I was dragged into. But it is also time to put an exclamation point on my journey towards the World Title.
May the truth set Mariano and I free}.[/i][/center]
(It's late night in the city of angels known as Los Angeles. A city known for the best of both worlds. On one side of the coin we have the region of Hollywood. Home of the stars, the big wigs and studios. The sign is always prominent as you arrive by plane from your destination. On the otherside there is Compton. The oldest region in LA, yet it is mostly known for it's crime. So we have glitz on one side and violence on the other. For one night though it was in one spot. The Staples Centre. The last stop before Battle Finale III. While many of the fans have exited the arena. One man is just making his way out of the arena after another night of fighting and coming out victorious
Curtis Wilkes, PCW superstar, makes his way out of the arena with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. His body racked with pain as he walks. He knows he's not getting younger, with his age going higher, so is the pain in his joints. As he walks decked out in his black hoodie, tattered jeans and Converse sneakers, he soon notices as he walks he can spot a cop car parked on the side. As he approaches, two officers exit the car and start to approach Curtis. Who sighs to himself).
Curtis: Here we go, knew this was coming.
(Soon they are face to face with each other. One of the officers, probably in his early thirties by a guess from this narrator. Holds a clipboard in his right hand as he speaks).
Officer: Mr Curtis Wilkes?
Curtis: That's me officer. What's the problem?
Officer: Well son. It appears that we have a bulletin from New York seeking your arrest.
(Curtis knows where this is heading. Still he keeps calm).
Curtis: And what would be the charge?
Officer: Kidnapping and keeping hold of a captive.
Curtis: That honestly doesn't help me in figuring out what I'm being charged for. Who did I kidnap?
Officer: A female.
Curtis: Doesn't really narrow it down for me.
Officer: A female named Rei. Apparently a close friend of Mr. Fernandez.
(Curtis takes a deep breath. One might think that he is scared of what's coming. Yet, he smiles. He had a plan just in case this would happen).
Curtis: Officers of the LAPD. The accusation you make is right. I did keep Rei captive. So I am guilty.
(Curtis holds out his hands, seemingly to be arrested. The officer goes to put cuffs on his wrists but Curtis isn't finished speaking yet).
Curtis: But I am also a professional wrestler. Who from time to time has to partake in things that the boss says to gain ratings. I am merely an athlete who acts. This Rei girl. She knew it was going to happen because the boss told her it was all part of a storyline. She knew it was fake. So I don't know who thought it was really real. Maybe it was this Fernandez fellow who took his part seriously.
(The officers look skeptical).
Curtis: You two believe pro wrestling is fake right?
Officer: Yeah.
Curtis: So there you go. How can a fake sport have a real kidnapping? Why would it be filmed on television if it was real? You can take me in officers. But the fact is there is a huge shade of grey if you think my profession is fake but a kidnapping in a fake sport is real. Now if you'll excuse me gentlemen.
(Curtis walks by the two dumbfounded officers with a small smile on his face as he continues down street to his hotel. He dodged a bullet with a blurred line between truth and fantasy. He is and always was Curtis Wilkes behind the persona of Sickboy. He never claimed to be holier than thou and it annoyed him to no end when people claimed he was acting that way. Though at times he questions whether the life he leads is a lie. Yet as he approaches the Hotel he is staying at, he pushes those questions aside. He has a wife, a daughter, a fair amount of money put away as a little golden nest egg. As far as he knew. He was living by his means. Soon his mobile phone buzzes in his pocket, which he retrieves quickly. Without looking at the screen he answers).
Curtis: Is that you Len?
Len: How did you know?
Curtis: I had the cops questioning me over something that we may or may not have been involved in. With that in mind, I knew you would ring in a panic because of a tip off.
Len: Don't worry though, just keep your mouth shut until I get to the precinct.
Curtis: Precinct? Len, I'm not at the cop shop.
Len: Then where are you then?
Curtis: At my Hotel about to go to my room for the night.
Len: But...
Curtis: I basically blurred the line between reality and fantasy. That's how I got away from them. In all honesty I'm starting to question if this life I live is a lie that is all conjured up in my head. Sometimes I think someone else has conjured me up in their head.
Len: Nah. I'm pretty sure that you exist. You can always stab yourself and find out.
Curtis: Pass.
Len: Either way, I'm glad your safe in your hotel room. Just make sure your careful and remember that your salvation is only a phone call to me. I will make sure you get off the hook.
Curtis: Cheers mate.
(The panicked Len has now been assured everything is peachy. So with that in mind he ends the call. Leaving Curtis in peace to figure everything out in his head. While he is not ashamed in his actions by holding Rei in the warehouse. He isn't exactly bragging about it either. It was literally the last resort to prove to Mariano that he could get to him. In fact it was something out of a certain Marine's play book. Much to his shame. Yet, he had him exactly where he wanted him now, vulnerable, stressed and pissed off. Perfect mix for a man prone to make a mistake. So as he enters his room on the upper floors of the hotel. He lays down on his bed and almost on instinct turns on the television before he is interrupted by a text from Len which reads 'R U Ready 2 Tell The Truth'. That message brings a smile to his face, he now had free reign to speak his mind.
And as Curtis types the message in reply of simply 'yes' he knows that soon, his golden silence on matters are about to be broken as our scene fades to black).
It's been two to three long years since there was a certain occurrence that happened in our great company. Some will claim it was unavoidable, some will say that without it happening PCW would not have become the powerhouse it is today. That it made us grow. Which it did. I'm not debating that point for one second. It was how the shit that hit the fan before and after it was done. It personally pissed me off because I was put in a position where I was damned if I do or damned if don't. Now, you may ask why I am bringing it up, this event that nearly tore apart the PCW. Well folks, I am here to shed some light for you because it will fill in some gaps as to why I am not exactly the biggest fan of Mariano's
To which I hope Mariano takes notice and learns from it. So that he is a better person after I brutalize him.
Mariano in the past I had a little bit of respect for you. I may not have shown it outwardly but inside I respected you. Even after you spat in my face during the dying days of the CWF for I know that you were under the influence of one Mr. Addams and Daniels at the time after you lost your freedom because of your damn pride. I admired your spirit, your fight, your never say die attitude. You were the definition of a hero that we could look up to. I was even ecstatic when you were revealed as the white knight against the Nitemare in debuting in the PCW. We actually had a good guy standing up to the bad guys. Little did I know, you began believing in your bullshit, got cocky and thought you were invincible. The hero then believed he could fuck with anybody.
Nitemare and Marine found that out the hard way.
What pissed me off was not only did I lose people I classified as people I held a bit of respect for professionally. But I was painted with the same black brush as those two by you Mariano. While not directly, it was done in such a way that I was guilty by association. You bragged that you destroyed the cancer and maybe you did. In doing so, your pride overtook you and you bragged about a private matter on public television. I seethed inside Mariano. Because of you I was put in a position where I had to disassociate myself with them to keep my job or keep my friendship and be blackballed from wrestling. Why do you think I took a sabbatical in the month or so leading up to the battle royal event on that faithful January month? Because I was pissed off at having a gun pointed to my head and told to choose. So in the wake of all that, I took my ball and went home for a little while. I tried to play peacemaker in trying to get the personal bullshit to stop and it was thrown back in my face, thus why I left.
That led up to me sending a message during your match with Lonewolf, Long and yourself.
I wanted to ruin your reputation to others. That's why I made claims that you were in cahoots with me. That's why I dressed up like a comic con reject, to get you to react. All you did was deny, deny and deny. You didn't seek revenge on me trying to ruin you. All you did was talk. Remember how you filmed a mock trial trying to discredit my costume claim? I figured that you came to realization that people were going to turn away from you. So like a drug addict looking for his next fix, you begged, pleaded and cried to the fans not to leave your side. Because without them Mariano, you're weak. You're nothing. But you lost their respect by not taking actions against me for the lies I spread. You then were taken out by me slamming your head on the concrete during a backstage fight and then left the company with a whimper. Your reputation all gone to shit. But hey according to my friends,you were still fighting your battle against injustice on the two people I mentioned and I hear that it is probably still going. So is that how you want to be remembered? As not a champion, but as a man who blackballed two others from the business. Thus leaving them struggling to find work to make ends meet.
Sounds like something a villain would do personally.
It's because of this that I despise you. I wanted to keep it silent and locked away from the public. But....you just pushed and pushed to the point that I have to expose the bullshit that you propagate. I gave you warning after warning to back off and mind your own business. Yet you kept coming at me claiming that I am the bad guy. Well I suggest you look in the mirror once and a while Mariano to see who looks back at you. You were the cause of the PCW nearly falling at the first hurdle. Not Yoshiru and I. You. Am I the bad guy for kidnapping your girl Rei? No, you are for placing her at risk by your stupid pride. If you heeded my warning I wouldn't have done it. Thank your lucky stars that I have a conscience to realize what is right and what's wrong. If I didn't. Well, let's just say that Rei wouldn't be in your embrace right now. Rather it would've been the Marine's way. Dead. I know that you find me the cause of your anger. All I suggest is you look at yourself and ask yourself if your the cause for this shit happening to you. Something I am sure will enlighten you when you learn of the answer.
Soon though Mariano. This crusade that Baker asked you to be a part of in ridding all of the so called unpure things in PCW. It is going to come to a stop, a screeching halt in one night. Because your not just dealing with a normal person. Your dealing with a Horsemen, a Fed Killer and an Elitist all combined in one body. You may be a superhero in your own delusional mind. But all superheroes have a weakness and I have exploited yours on more than one occasion. I have the momentum Mariano. There is nothing you, or anyone else who wants to try, can do to stop me. At Battle Finale. I will no longer play games with you or show an ounce of mercy. When that night comes I go for the kill, no questions asked. You have lived on borrowed time with your second chance. On the night of Battle Finale. I put you out of commission for good.
For I am Australian, the definition of whoop ass mate.
For my name is Curtis Wilkes. The definition of Elite.
And lastly I am Elite. Which means forever and always Mariano. I will be fucking better than you.
(FTB).
xxx
The Victim- Mariano Fernandez
The crime- Claims to be a fighter of truth and justice. When he is just as corrupt as a common criminal. Believes too much in his own bullshit.
The punishment- I am going to take him on a journey of truth. One I think he will not recover from mentally.
The Victim- Mariano Fernandez
The crime- Claims to be a fighter of truth and justice. When he is just as corrupt as a common criminal. Believes too much in his own bullshit.
The punishment- I am going to take him on a journey of truth. One I think he will not recover from mentally.
{I think it has been nearly three years or so since an event in the PCW began to chisel out the human being you see today. Many of the newer PCW faithful will probably not realize this. But several years ago we teetered on the edge of the abyss. I'm not bullshitting when I say it either. On the surface things looked okay. Business as normal. Yet under the surface tensions were boiling over factions that had formed in the back. Threats were made, egos were crushed and people left. Seems like a normal thing though to many of you. Except many of you weren't there. Now, why would I say something like that? What would I know?
Who do you think was trying to play the peacemaker on one end?
I make no secret of my association with certain people and many know of my association that still exists with those gentlemen. In fact it is the reason I am so pissed with the whole situation even to this day. It is the very reason that I have taken the path I am on in fighting against the injustice that has been shown to me through my associations past and present. I am through being silent. I am through trying to play the peacemaker and be everybody's friend. Now, it's time to not only exorcise the memories of the shitstorm I was dragged into. But it is also time to put an exclamation point on my journey towards the World Title.
May the truth set Mariano and I free}.[/i][/center]
(It's late night in the city of angels known as Los Angeles. A city known for the best of both worlds. On one side of the coin we have the region of Hollywood. Home of the stars, the big wigs and studios. The sign is always prominent as you arrive by plane from your destination. On the otherside there is Compton. The oldest region in LA, yet it is mostly known for it's crime. So we have glitz on one side and violence on the other. For one night though it was in one spot. The Staples Centre. The last stop before Battle Finale III. While many of the fans have exited the arena. One man is just making his way out of the arena after another night of fighting and coming out victorious
Curtis Wilkes, PCW superstar, makes his way out of the arena with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. His body racked with pain as he walks. He knows he's not getting younger, with his age going higher, so is the pain in his joints. As he walks decked out in his black hoodie, tattered jeans and Converse sneakers, he soon notices as he walks he can spot a cop car parked on the side. As he approaches, two officers exit the car and start to approach Curtis. Who sighs to himself).
Curtis: Here we go, knew this was coming.
(Soon they are face to face with each other. One of the officers, probably in his early thirties by a guess from this narrator. Holds a clipboard in his right hand as he speaks).
Officer: Mr Curtis Wilkes?
Curtis: That's me officer. What's the problem?
Officer: Well son. It appears that we have a bulletin from New York seeking your arrest.
(Curtis knows where this is heading. Still he keeps calm).
Curtis: And what would be the charge?
Officer: Kidnapping and keeping hold of a captive.
Curtis: That honestly doesn't help me in figuring out what I'm being charged for. Who did I kidnap?
Officer: A female.
Curtis: Doesn't really narrow it down for me.
Officer: A female named Rei. Apparently a close friend of Mr. Fernandez.
(Curtis takes a deep breath. One might think that he is scared of what's coming. Yet, he smiles. He had a plan just in case this would happen).
Curtis: Officers of the LAPD. The accusation you make is right. I did keep Rei captive. So I am guilty.
(Curtis holds out his hands, seemingly to be arrested. The officer goes to put cuffs on his wrists but Curtis isn't finished speaking yet).
Curtis: But I am also a professional wrestler. Who from time to time has to partake in things that the boss says to gain ratings. I am merely an athlete who acts. This Rei girl. She knew it was going to happen because the boss told her it was all part of a storyline. She knew it was fake. So I don't know who thought it was really real. Maybe it was this Fernandez fellow who took his part seriously.
(The officers look skeptical).
Curtis: You two believe pro wrestling is fake right?
Officer: Yeah.
Curtis: So there you go. How can a fake sport have a real kidnapping? Why would it be filmed on television if it was real? You can take me in officers. But the fact is there is a huge shade of grey if you think my profession is fake but a kidnapping in a fake sport is real. Now if you'll excuse me gentlemen.
(Curtis walks by the two dumbfounded officers with a small smile on his face as he continues down street to his hotel. He dodged a bullet with a blurred line between truth and fantasy. He is and always was Curtis Wilkes behind the persona of Sickboy. He never claimed to be holier than thou and it annoyed him to no end when people claimed he was acting that way. Though at times he questions whether the life he leads is a lie. Yet as he approaches the Hotel he is staying at, he pushes those questions aside. He has a wife, a daughter, a fair amount of money put away as a little golden nest egg. As far as he knew. He was living by his means. Soon his mobile phone buzzes in his pocket, which he retrieves quickly. Without looking at the screen he answers).
Curtis: Is that you Len?
Len: How did you know?
Curtis: I had the cops questioning me over something that we may or may not have been involved in. With that in mind, I knew you would ring in a panic because of a tip off.
Len: Don't worry though, just keep your mouth shut until I get to the precinct.
Curtis: Precinct? Len, I'm not at the cop shop.
Len: Then where are you then?
Curtis: At my Hotel about to go to my room for the night.
Len: But...
Curtis: I basically blurred the line between reality and fantasy. That's how I got away from them. In all honesty I'm starting to question if this life I live is a lie that is all conjured up in my head. Sometimes I think someone else has conjured me up in their head.
Len: Nah. I'm pretty sure that you exist. You can always stab yourself and find out.
Curtis: Pass.
Len: Either way, I'm glad your safe in your hotel room. Just make sure your careful and remember that your salvation is only a phone call to me. I will make sure you get off the hook.
Curtis: Cheers mate.
(The panicked Len has now been assured everything is peachy. So with that in mind he ends the call. Leaving Curtis in peace to figure everything out in his head. While he is not ashamed in his actions by holding Rei in the warehouse. He isn't exactly bragging about it either. It was literally the last resort to prove to Mariano that he could get to him. In fact it was something out of a certain Marine's play book. Much to his shame. Yet, he had him exactly where he wanted him now, vulnerable, stressed and pissed off. Perfect mix for a man prone to make a mistake. So as he enters his room on the upper floors of the hotel. He lays down on his bed and almost on instinct turns on the television before he is interrupted by a text from Len which reads 'R U Ready 2 Tell The Truth'. That message brings a smile to his face, he now had free reign to speak his mind.
And as Curtis types the message in reply of simply 'yes' he knows that soon, his golden silence on matters are about to be broken as our scene fades to black).
XXX
The battle between the two has been waging for several weeks in what has been highly regarded as a possible match of the year for the PCW. Mariano, unfortunately for you. Your stay of execution has run out. Thanks to the Elite.
XXX
The battle between the two has been waging for several weeks in what has been highly regarded as a possible match of the year for the PCW. Mariano, unfortunately for you. Your stay of execution has run out. Thanks to the Elite.
XXX
It's been two to three long years since there was a certain occurrence that happened in our great company. Some will claim it was unavoidable, some will say that without it happening PCW would not have become the powerhouse it is today. That it made us grow. Which it did. I'm not debating that point for one second. It was how the shit that hit the fan before and after it was done. It personally pissed me off because I was put in a position where I was damned if I do or damned if don't. Now, you may ask why I am bringing it up, this event that nearly tore apart the PCW. Well folks, I am here to shed some light for you because it will fill in some gaps as to why I am not exactly the biggest fan of Mariano's
To which I hope Mariano takes notice and learns from it. So that he is a better person after I brutalize him.
Mariano in the past I had a little bit of respect for you. I may not have shown it outwardly but inside I respected you. Even after you spat in my face during the dying days of the CWF for I know that you were under the influence of one Mr. Addams and Daniels at the time after you lost your freedom because of your damn pride. I admired your spirit, your fight, your never say die attitude. You were the definition of a hero that we could look up to. I was even ecstatic when you were revealed as the white knight against the Nitemare in debuting in the PCW. We actually had a good guy standing up to the bad guys. Little did I know, you began believing in your bullshit, got cocky and thought you were invincible. The hero then believed he could fuck with anybody.
Nitemare and Marine found that out the hard way.
What pissed me off was not only did I lose people I classified as people I held a bit of respect for professionally. But I was painted with the same black brush as those two by you Mariano. While not directly, it was done in such a way that I was guilty by association. You bragged that you destroyed the cancer and maybe you did. In doing so, your pride overtook you and you bragged about a private matter on public television. I seethed inside Mariano. Because of you I was put in a position where I had to disassociate myself with them to keep my job or keep my friendship and be blackballed from wrestling. Why do you think I took a sabbatical in the month or so leading up to the battle royal event on that faithful January month? Because I was pissed off at having a gun pointed to my head and told to choose. So in the wake of all that, I took my ball and went home for a little while. I tried to play peacemaker in trying to get the personal bullshit to stop and it was thrown back in my face, thus why I left.
That led up to me sending a message during your match with Lonewolf, Long and yourself.
I wanted to ruin your reputation to others. That's why I made claims that you were in cahoots with me. That's why I dressed up like a comic con reject, to get you to react. All you did was deny, deny and deny. You didn't seek revenge on me trying to ruin you. All you did was talk. Remember how you filmed a mock trial trying to discredit my costume claim? I figured that you came to realization that people were going to turn away from you. So like a drug addict looking for his next fix, you begged, pleaded and cried to the fans not to leave your side. Because without them Mariano, you're weak. You're nothing. But you lost their respect by not taking actions against me for the lies I spread. You then were taken out by me slamming your head on the concrete during a backstage fight and then left the company with a whimper. Your reputation all gone to shit. But hey according to my friends,you were still fighting your battle against injustice on the two people I mentioned and I hear that it is probably still going. So is that how you want to be remembered? As not a champion, but as a man who blackballed two others from the business. Thus leaving them struggling to find work to make ends meet.
Sounds like something a villain would do personally.
It's because of this that I despise you. I wanted to keep it silent and locked away from the public. But....you just pushed and pushed to the point that I have to expose the bullshit that you propagate. I gave you warning after warning to back off and mind your own business. Yet you kept coming at me claiming that I am the bad guy. Well I suggest you look in the mirror once and a while Mariano to see who looks back at you. You were the cause of the PCW nearly falling at the first hurdle. Not Yoshiru and I. You. Am I the bad guy for kidnapping your girl Rei? No, you are for placing her at risk by your stupid pride. If you heeded my warning I wouldn't have done it. Thank your lucky stars that I have a conscience to realize what is right and what's wrong. If I didn't. Well, let's just say that Rei wouldn't be in your embrace right now. Rather it would've been the Marine's way. Dead. I know that you find me the cause of your anger. All I suggest is you look at yourself and ask yourself if your the cause for this shit happening to you. Something I am sure will enlighten you when you learn of the answer.
Soon though Mariano. This crusade that Baker asked you to be a part of in ridding all of the so called unpure things in PCW. It is going to come to a stop, a screeching halt in one night. Because your not just dealing with a normal person. Your dealing with a Horsemen, a Fed Killer and an Elitist all combined in one body. You may be a superhero in your own delusional mind. But all superheroes have a weakness and I have exploited yours on more than one occasion. I have the momentum Mariano. There is nothing you, or anyone else who wants to try, can do to stop me. At Battle Finale. I will no longer play games with you or show an ounce of mercy. When that night comes I go for the kill, no questions asked. You have lived on borrowed time with your second chance. On the night of Battle Finale. I put you out of commission for good.
For I am Australian, the definition of whoop ass mate.
For my name is Curtis Wilkes. The definition of Elite.
And lastly I am Elite. Which means forever and always Mariano. I will be fucking better than you.
(FTB).
