Post by sick on Jun 1, 2013 23:33:28 GMT -5
My Victim: Dante
His Crime: He's just the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Punishment I will inflict?: Since I'm in a shit of a mood. I'm just going to beat the snot out of him plain and simple.
His Crime: He's just the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Punishment I will inflict?: Since I'm in a shit of a mood. I'm just going to beat the snot out of him plain and simple.
{Why?
We as humans like to question things. I admit that I am indeed one of them. I am curious as to what makes a person tick. What motives are behind the actions that they take? Why does one person who follows a path decide to deviate from it? Or why do we join a group of people that we may not have something in common with after being on our own for so long? That question is being asked of me in the past few hours. After being on my own, after being the lone wolf. Why did I do what i did this past Saturday in joining Damon Warrens and Smith Jones? The answer is simple.
I was approached and asked.
I did not seek them. They approached me with a vision.
Vision. A word that seems to not cross the minds of many. What is their purpose of being in the PCW? The New Era has the purpose of cleaning the shit that has plagued the PCW for so long. The mediocrity that has plagued the talents. Fuck, even most of the champions are so stale and old it's not funny. So many things that have been done. Are being repeated and claimed to be new again. Maybe I am showing my age, because everything I am seeing is not new. It's the same old shit being regurgitated out again and again. Nobody has a vision anymore. It's just the same old status quo being followed again and again.
I have a vision. A vision that many people will scoff at.
That vision is me. Tearing someone apart. It just so happens that person is part of a weak Pac.
His name is Dante.}
(Our scene opens up with us backstage just as Curtis Wilkes has come back from suffering his streak breaking loss to Brytain Montgomery. The look on his face says it all. He is gutted by the loss, not so much for the loss as losing to Brytain is something nobody should be ashamed of. It was because his overconfidence got to him. He got sloppy. He leans his head back against the wall with his eyes closed. He had to start again and he knew that was not going to be easy. As he rests his head back. A figure casts a shadow In front of him. Something that Curtis notices immediately. The figure wears black boots, black gloves along with a spiked hooded jacket. Curtis stands up ready to fight the person. The figure, realizing the rising tensions, begins to remove his mask. But because of the position of our cameras, we don't see who it is. Only Curtis does. When he sees who it is, he relaxes his stance).
Curtis: I didn't think I would see you again. You've caused a bit of chaos tonight.
(The figure nods as he places his mask back down).
Curtis: So. What brings you here?
(The figure begins to motion with his hands in what appears to be sign language).
Curtis: You're here to help me?
(The figure nods, as Curtis slumps back with his arms crossed).
Curtis: I already have the help that I need brother.
(The figure motions again in sign language).
Curtis: Who? The New Era. Damon and Smith.
(More sign language ensues, which seems to anger Curtis).
Curtis: Because you didn't help me in my time of need. What the fuck was I supposed to do friend? Keep playing the lone ranger until you thought of helping me?
(The figure shrugs his shoulders. Curtis sighs).
Curtis: Look friend. This is just a bit unexpected that's all. You know that you and I have history. Some good and some bad.
(The figure nods and more sign language follows).
Curtis: I just need to take this in before I can answer that for you. Look friend, whatever you do. You know I will support you. But let's not step each others toes during this process okay?
(The figure nods and begins to walk away. Leaving Curtis in the locker room alone. Boy, this had just gotten interesting for him. However he didn't want to dwell on it. There was something he wanted to do. Just to release some anger out of his system. He looks over to the other side of the room to where a lone steel chair lays opened. It brings a smile onto Curtis's face).
Curtis: Perfect.
(Curtis raises himself up from his seated position and calmly walks over to grab the chair. Once he picks it up, he folds it up and with a smile along with purpose. He walks out of the locker room as our scene fades to black for a second).
(The next scene opens up just as Curtis has come back to the locker room after finishing up his business in the main event. After the loss that he suffered tonight, crushing Lonewolf's skull with a chair more than made up for it. It also put the other two in the ring on notice that there was another person circling the waters waiting for the opportunity to pounce and kill. He just had to be patient now. Tonight was a setback and it was one he would not let happen again if he has his way. He picks up his gear bag and walks out of the locker room).
(A little while later. Curtis is sitting on a chair on the outside balcony of his hotel room over looking the city as he dials a number in his phone. After a few rings. The person on the other end of the phone picks up. His wife Emma).
Emma: Hey Curt.
Curtis: Hey Ems. How's things back home?
Emma: It's all going well. Cold as the arctic down here lately. So I've just been on the couch snuggled up in a blanket watching the AFL. How are you feeling after being beaten tonight?
(Curtis sighs heavily to himself. That was the one word that was ringing in his ears at the moment and it was like a thorn in his foot. Hurtful and annoying him to no end).
Curtis: Low.
Emma: Awww. Look on the bright side, you didn't go down without a fight. Breaking a submission hold and surviving her finisher before she had to do it again is no easy feat.
Curtis: That is the one positive I took out of it. She struggled to put me down. Tough as she was. She couldn't put me out immediately. Still doesn't take away the fact I got beaten.
Emma: It was a minor setback Curtis. Nothing more. You've been through a lot worse before. Let her have her moment in the spotlight. After all, she is going to be brought undone by the glass ceiling she has created for herself. Now, what's with you joining up with the New Era.
(Curtis scratches his chin as he thinks of the answer for his wife).
Curtis: You know of my harping on about justice and such?
Emma: Of course.
Curtis: Well, Damon and Smith have the same vision that I do. We're bonded by cleaning up the shit that has stained the PCW and some members of it's roster. We want to set the PCW on the straight and narrow road to respectability. That means eliminating the corrupt, the scum, the evil that infests inside it's confines. By any means necessary. It seems that we are not the only ones who feel that way either.
Emma: Who else?
Curtis: I can't say the name or reveal the person. They have asked me not to do it as it will ruin the surprise.
Emma: Which I guess is fair enough. There is one more question I need to ask.
Curtis: Yes?
Emma: You don't seriously have a man crush on Syn like Brytain said you have?
(This question brings a smile on Curtis's face before he begins to howl with laughter. If there was something he could compliment his wife on. It was the ability to make him laugh).
Curtis: Seriously Emma, I wouldn't touch the both of them with a ten foot pole and that's being generous. Still though I understand Brytain was a bit jealous that Syn might decide to turn to me. After all, I am a very attractive man.
(Now both of them have the giggles, it lasts a few seconds before Curtis begins to speak again).
Curtis: Thanks Emma. You always seem to bring me out of the shit moods I am in.
Emma: It's why I'm here Curtis. I'm your wife and best friend after all. You take care and know that I love you very much.
Curtis: And I love you the same way.
(The conversation ends and Curtis continues to overlook the traffic zoom by on the road just before he begins to read a message on his phone. A message that seems to turn his happy expression into anger as we cut to black for a second).
XXX
So has the momentum gone? Ha. You wish it has. You can strip him of everything. But he'll always be an Elite part of the New Era in PCW.
XXX
So has the momentum gone? Ha. You wish it has. You can strip him of everything. But he'll always be an Elite part of the New Era in PCW.
XXX
(A little while later. We see Curtis standing in the middle of a park area. Dressed in tattered jeans, Doc Marten Boots with Punisher t-shirt underneath a leather jacket. His hair, which has grown back a little still has a tinge of green as it hangs mopishly around his face. He also has slung over his shoulder his gear bag as he paces back and forth. He sees the camera rolling and begins to speak).
I'm angry....no screw that, I'm more than angry. I am pissed off so much that I can't control my body because of the anger I am feeling. So that's it huh? I lose to Brytain and already people think I'm not good enough. That because I lost to a woman. I should hang up my boots along with my gear and quit. You know what? That sounds like an idea. Fuck all of you I don't need you.
(Curtis turns to walk away but comes back shaking his finger mockingly).
No. That's something I will never do and if you people thought I would walk away. Then you need to readjust your eyes. This past Saturday I lost my first match in eleven or so outings and like I mentioned earlier. You write me off because some jumped up little bitch got the better of me. Look at what she had to fucking do to put me down. She couldn't make me scream I quit. She couldn't knock me out the first time. Only after trying a third time did she managed to beat me. She proved nothing and yet I'm supposed to walk away with my tail between my legs because I lost to a woman? Yeah. Typical of you chauvinistic assholes who make fun of my misfortunes. Yet when you get home. All of you like the whipped bitches that you are. Let the woman ride you in bed and are dependent on the women to put food on your table. Yet you have the gall to laugh and question whether my career is at a cross roads. Oh ye of little faith my followers. If anything. Me losing this past week has not put me in the spiral of despair and depression as many would be hoping it would. In fact it has done the opposite. It's made me more determined than ever to chase the prize that I seek.
(A smile finds it's way on Curtis's face. But his eyes still give the impression that he is determined as he walks while the camera follows).
I am just astounded that many doubt that I am good enough. I even heard rumors that I joined the New Era because I was doubting myself and needed protection.
(Curtis let's out a brief and sarcastic laugh).
You know. That's probably what my opponent Dante Deavin thinks as well. That I have seen myself as too weak to fight by myself. That I need the help of Damon and Smith to gain an edge. To which I say that him. Along with the rest. You are deluded in your thinking. Damon, Smith and I, are bonded by one common aim or goal. To purge the PCW of the unpure. Which is why I think fate has brought me Dante to be my opponent this coming Rapture. It's interesting that two Raptures ago I faced the bible thumper in Sjin Drako. This week I face a Satan worshipper. I get the best of both world all within a span of three fortnights. The chance to eradicate the scum that infest this company, including the religious and demonic nut bags. So I'm getting the chance to kill two birds with one stone. See Dante I have no issues with you. In fact I admire that you follow the dark one that bears the name of Satan. I must say that I dabbled in being a follower of the red bastard himself, something that got my deeply religious friends so worked up. Then one day. One faithful day. Something amazing happened
I aged past sixteen, turned to Atheistism and thanks to world events. Satan seemed like a pussy in comparison to someone like Ivan Milat.
Yet it is idiots like you who try to be edgy and claim that you follow his advice. Dante, the voice in your head is not Satan's. Nor is the vision of him extending his hand out to you real. Your a man who is showing the classic signs of schizophrenia. Claiming the voice of Satan is telling you to do his work. Which already puts you in the same category as Sjin Drako of being nothing more than a bitch to a mythical being. A slave. A minion. You need Satan to live like a junkie needs a shot in the arm to live. Me? I'm not a slave to anyone. I don't fight for anyone except for one person and one person only. Myself. I don't need any God or mythical being to justify my vision to hurt you or anyone for that matter. For it is my own idea to hurt people.It is my vision to see those who dare stand in my way to stop me. Be dealt a harsh lesson in punishment and pain. To which in the event that I get severely pissed off. Sort of like I am at the moment. I must act in making my vision come true.
And if it has to be done at your expense. If I have to hurt you to make my vision come true. Then so fucking be it. Now let the camera focus on my eyes to give you an idea of how serious I am.
(As if on cue. The camera focuses on the dark brown eyes of Curtis Wilkes which captures the emotion of what he feels inside his brain. Cold, anger and determination).
Look into my eyes Dante. Understand that I am in no mood for games. No mood for mercy. These are the same eyes you will see in your thoughts from the time you watch this video until you stand across from me in the ring. In that same ring you will not only see the darkness in my eyes, you will feel the darkness of my thoughts that are brought forward by my actions. I am going to hurt you Dante plain and simple. Satan will not be able to save you. Nobody will want to save you when they see my violent visions come to the forefront on Rapture. Where not only will I maul you to death, I will make an example of you for everyone to see that I am more determined than ever to get the thing I truly deserve. My vision is to be the best and already I can tell you it will come to fruition.
For I am The Australian Psycho. The definition of whoop ass. Mate.
Because I am Australian. I am therefore Elite.
Being Elite means I am and always be fucking better than you.
And there is no room for mediocrity in the New Era of PCW.
(The camera fades to black with the determined eyes of Curtis Wilkes the last image we see).