A meeting with myself...And my personas (Slamathon RP)

[sick]

Victim: Leon Lonewolf

His Crime: Same as his buddy Mariano. Stuck his nose into my business and has been a pain in my ass for several weeks.

The Punishment- I will add him to a long list of superstars from the past. Who tried. But ultimately failed in trying to beat this tough bastard down

{Two weeks ago after Brytain Montgomery had 'defeated' me in a match. One by one people were lining up to say that Curtis Wilkes's career was dead in the water. After all. I had my eleven match win streak broken without one consideration of a title shot. Heck it could've been any title. Broadcast title, no dice. Platinum title? No such luck. World Title? Ha, you've got to be fucking kidding. We are nearing almost a year. Yes my fans. A year since I've had a shot at the World Title. The last match I was involved in that had the World title at stake was a four person match. Yoshiru, Myself, Heather Monroe and the man who would become the World champ a year later. Syn. What pisses me off even more is that each World champion could not beat me. Heather couldn't, Syn knows he sure as shit can't, Adrien Cochrane didn't have the balls to even try and who can't forget that I wiped my arse with Jay Thunder before his one and only defense.

Yet. Not one opportunity.

Instead I have been fighting every has been and special attraction wrestler that has been put in front of me. Magnus Thunder? Electrocuted him. Mariano? He picked away at me and payed for it when I took his girlfriend right from under his nose. Thus turning him into a sniveling mess. He was sent packing within two months and everything went back to normal. Oh so I thought. It seemed that Baker in his last act of being the PCW owner. Decided to set the last line of attack upon me. Someone he had confidence in being able to take me down. Which got me thinking that he had someone tough. Instead it was Leon Lonewolf.

It's okay people. I can feel your disappointment and I can relate.

It annoys me. Here is a guy who shows up whenever he fucking likes and is immediately thrusted into the spotlight. Meanwhile I have been busting my arse. Show after show for five to six years. Wrestling in matches that took physical and emotion tolls on myself. Yet I'm reduced to fighting guys like him because he whines like a little bitch about me hurting his friend? People. You have no idea how much this pisses me off having to fight over someone who is pissy about an issue that has nothing to do with him. Unfortunately he has now got his wish to get his hands on me.

It's unfortunate. For he is going to suffer pain in the most violent way I can come up with}

(Our scene opens inside a beautiful Hotel complex in Sacramento California as the sun rises on a brand new day in the city. It's around seven A.M in the morning just outside the conference room of the Hotel. Rumor has it that there is a big meeting about to go down and one of the people involved is Curtis Wilkes. While Curtis is nowhere to be seen. We see a young female assistant with a clipboard waiting outside of the room. Soon she is approached by a male. Although we can't tell who it is, as the camera people have been asked to keep the identities secret. After a muffled conversation. The gentlemen is allowed in.

Once inside. The gentlemen realizes he is not alone. There are others sitting around a table. Some dressed in grungy attire. Some dressed in suits. One dressed in bloody hospital scrubs. One person even has a Christian cross around his neck. Each one of them are masked though and as the gentlemen takes a seat at the table. He notices there is a black mask for him to wear. He places it over his head and prepares for what is about to happen. A couple minutes later. We see someone enter and take position at the head of the table. The camera focuses on the person and it is revealed to be Curtis Wilkes. Who looks upon the group with a smile).

Curtis: Gentlemen. I am glad that we have decided to come together for this meeting. It has been long overdue in my opinion. Too long in fact. I have called you here to discuss some ideas as to how I can overcome some obstacles with the PCW. More importantly. How I can destroy that 'Special Attraction' wrestler known as Leon Lonewolf. I believe that all of you hold the key to his destruction and I believe if we can all come together. He will have no chance. So before we go further into this discussion. I ask that you reveal yourselves to the other people in the room).

(Upon this instruction. Each of the men take off their masks. Which reveals their faces. All of them are Curtis Wilkes yet some look vastly different from each other. Some are the past incarnations of Sickboy, some grungy, some neatly dressed, one dressed in bloody scrubs, one dressed in tie dye and one dressed with a white kabuki mask. These men were all Curtis at one point and it seems that the different personas have come together).

Early 20's Sick: I never seen so many versions of me. Are they seriously me in the future?

Horsemen Sick: You bet your ass kid. Shame you turn into this fiasco before you become what I am.

(He points over to the figure dressed in tie dye clothing. The person is known as Sickdude.

Sickdude: Dude, chill alright. I can't help it if the hostile people hated me.

Dr 'Sick' Psycho: Maybe it was because you were shit.

Sickdude: You can talk dude. You lasted only one event before you got canned.

(Curtis claps his hands loudly to stop the meeting from deteriorating into chaos).

Curtis: Look I blame myself for creating so many personas. But that is not the point. I need your help guys in coming together. At one time I was you and you were all unique in your styles and personality. Even mute Sickboy with the white mask over there in that seat was unique.

(The white masked Curtis nods in agreement).

Curtis: You are all what makes me unique. So if you were in my shoes at the moment. How would you defeat Leon Lonewolf?

(The men bow their heads before they offer their suggestions).

Early 20's Sick: If I was you. I would knock him down and then hit him with my 450 leg drop.

(The men nod. Curtis however shakes his head).

Curtis: That would work if I had two good legs though. My right leg is fucked beyond belief. Astro will destroy yours in due time.

Early 20's Sick: Oh yeah that comes later doesn't it?

Sickdude: You could always share a joint with him. Become good friends with him.

Curtis: Uhhhh. Now I know why you didn't last long as a persona. Come on guys focus.

Horsemen Sick: You out wrestle him and beat him down. A good old fashion ass kicking.

Curtis: Now that's a good idea.

Dr 'Sick' Psycho: I'd also bloody him up and carve his skin up like it was meat.

Curtis: Another idea I like. Although that would have to take place after the match. How about you God boy?

(Curtis points at the Christian cross wearing version of himself).

Christian Sick: I'd forgive him. For he has no idea of what he has done.

(Curtis ponders that suggestion).

Curtis: Nah, fuck that. He is past the point of forgiveness with me. After he decided to brutalize me when my guard was down. I personally don't care about his well being to be quite honest with you.

Christian Sick: The big man won't like it.

(The rest of the group shouts "So fucking what!").

Curtis: No disrespect but we're all pretty past that stage of following his instructions. Besides. From all the shit I've done in the past. I don't think he would look too kindly on my actions.

(The others all nod their heads thoughtfully).

Early 20's Sick: Well the question I ask you sir. Do you have an idea of what you want to do?

(Curtis smiles at the question asked to him).

Curtis: I want to hurt Leon. Not only hurt him. But destroy him. The reason I have called all of you is to find out if I should revert to one of you again. Should I be the Sickboy that was a loyal Horsemen. Should I be the easy going fellow like Sickdude sitting there. Or psychotic like Dr Psycho. Maybe become dark and mysterious like my masked counterpart over here. Each one of you is in this part of my body.

(Curtis points to his head).

Curtis: You are all in my mind. But you are all going in so many directions. It's obvious that there are many conflicts between us. All wanting to be the main persona that I take on. I played the cocky asshole in trying psyche out Brytain. It failed. I was then filled with anger after being accused of being not good enough after that loss. It worked because I was determined. Look I ask of you. We need to be one. One cohesive mental unit. Not bickering amongst ourselves. So if your not down with that idea, walk back out that door and be someone else's persona.

(The personas are silent. Leaving the room silent. Soon though, one by one, they rise from their chairs and begin to walk over Curtis. Who upon seeing his personas approach. Looks to greet them in almost like an embrace).

Curtis: Come to me my personas. Embrace me and become one with me.

(And one by one they do. With each one who embraces Curtis. They seep into his body. Becoming united as one person. Leaving Curtis the only one standing in the room with an almost devilish look on his face).

Curtis: And now. It is time to wake up.

(With an abrupt cut. We see Curtis sitting on his bed cross legged. It seems that the scene we've witnessed was a result of meditation. Slowly he opens eyes, exhaling a deep breath. He looks up at the camera filming his preparation and smiles).

Curtis: And now I'm ready.

XXX
Leon Lonewolf got a small measure of revenge.But ultimately. He must face the reality that he is not Elite like others.
XXX

(Our scene opens up to the site of Slamathon IV inside the arena where the ring for the event has already been set up for the big event. An aerial view provides an insight into how big the crowds are at PPV's for PCW. In a week and a half's time this arena will be packed with a huge mass of fans and followers. As we look from the birds eye view. A figure can be seen sitting on a chair right in the center of the ring. So our camera switches to someone on the ground level. Where it is revealed the man in the ring is Curtis Wilkes. Dressed in cut off tattered jeans with black Doc Martens and a black t-shirt with the Australian flag proudly displayed on the front. Curtis looks calm and collected as he leans back in the chair with his arms crossed. Soon he motions for the camera man to approach as he prepares to speak about his match at Slamathon).

Curtis: So a year has nearly passed for the PCW. Many things have changed since the company came back from it's hiatus nearly a year ago. Superstars were made. The seemingly impossible always seemed to be trumped by a select few. We had politics, we had triumphs, we had egos crushed. We had people disappear without a trace in certain cases. But I'm sure that we must be reminded that business in the PCW didn't really take off until a great tag team consisting of a wolf and clown came out on one particular night and took apart three people in one fell swoop. Now let me answer the question that the people are asking me. "What has this got to do with anything?" and I will answer that question for all you. On the night that Yoshiru and I came back. We took out three men. Draven, Michael Morrison when he stuck his nose in and one more person. One person who was deemed at the time to be the best choice for number one contender. The so called 'Honorable Demon'. My opponent for the PPV in a week and a half's time. A man that in making me his target. Has signed his own death warrant.

His name is Leon Lonewolf.

(Curtis stands from his chair folding it up in the process before continuing).

Curtis: Let's rewind the clock a bit for minute Leon to truly understand this situation. Because you make up this bullshit that the reason you targeted me was because I put Mariano out of action. While it is a reason you're supposedly pissed at me, it's not the true reason is it? No, the real reason stems from the rebirth of PCW. Back then you were on top of the world. In my absence you became by default the number one contender to the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. An odd choice by the then owner James Baker. Yet, I was interested to see if you would be a cut above the rest. After all. I am willing to give people a chance to prove me wrong. Needless to say Leon. You turned out to be a huge disappointment. In fact the PPV that you two were scheduled to face each other was heading for such a disaster in terms of buy rates that Baker had push the panic button. That's where I come into this story.

(Curtis points down to the ring canvas).

Curtis: In the middle of this ring. Yoshiru and I gave you the biggest beating of your life along with Draven and Morrison. Who do you think was negotiating with us to come into the picture? Why it was James Baker of course. He went so far as to call me on my personal phone number to personally ask me to come back to work for him. He needed the star power. Morrison, yeah he was alright. But he was so repetitive that people got sick of him. Baker had to do something or lose the people’s interests. So after having failed in being a drawcard, you were cast aside. Naturally you got pissed off and decided to really stick to Baker by staging. Yes, staging a fight with Morrison to have an excuse when I cost Baker his chance of keeping Yoshiru out of PCW. Your excuse was that Morrison took your attention away. I beg to differ though. You needed something to stick it to Baker without it looking obvious. Thus why that fight was elaborately staged. Still though. You never reached the heights of the main event again until just recently. Which pisses me off immensely because I had to work bloody hard to get even a consideration to a World Heavyweight title shot. You come back after a year and have one match with Baker before making the bold statement that you should be considered for a title shot.

(Curtis let’s out an exaggerated laugh).

Curtis: You, a special attraction wrestler at best, wants to be the number one contender ahead of someone who has busted his ass for the better part of nearly a year. Someone who from day one of the rebirth. Has not missed a day of competition. Has had to put up with test after test from Baker to see if I can stop the legends and demons he puts in front of me. Remember Magnus? The man that you couldn’t stop in your heyday? Yeah he lasted about two events and I banished him from the business. Mariano? Your best buddy? He lasted one event. But not before I broke him mentally and emotionally. All because he left the door open for the opportunity to cripple him that way. I have beaten nearly everyone who has been placed in front of me. Brytain being the exception, but her time will come soon enough. So what makes you think that you can leapfrog me in being the man who fights for the prestigious strap? Baker can’t do that for you now, seeing as though he was ousted. Which by the way was your fault. You threaten Morgan Simmons with violence. Yet she is in the position of power because you injured Baker. If Baker hadn’t been injured by you. Maybe he could’ve stopped Terrell Ryder from screwing team PCW and thus letting him stay in power. But because you put him in the hospital. Baker lost his company along with the control of something he created. Maybe if you used some of your fucking brains and foresight that could’ve been averted.

(Curtis upon saying that just shrugs his shoulders before raising his right arm with the chair in hand).

Curtis: In my hand is a steel chair. It is similar to the one that I brained you with about two or so fortnights ago as a message to not fuck with me. Alas though, you did not heed the message behind it. You decided to come at me again to lay me out. Can’t say I’m really surprised about it. For you are a man of little judgement and intelligence. See by attacking me this past Rapture. You officially have decided that you want to suffer further punishment. The question is though. Will beating you senseless in a match be enough for me? Will I be tempted to take this chair that I hold in my hand after the match and scramble your brains even further. Maybe even carve you up like a butcher does with meat. Whatever I decide to do Leon Lonewolf, it will not be pretty, it will hurt and you will suffer the worst pain I can inflict on your body. You must suffer the consequences of your actions Leon. It is the way of life and sometimes life can be a bitch.

(Curtis drops the chair to the ground and smiles).

Slamathon IV. It is the event that Dannielle looks to dethrone the disrespectful Syn. The night that Brytain looks to destroy a little hamster. The night that Smith Jones beats Night Train senseless to send him to the hospital. The night that I, Leon Lonewolf, will destroy you and end your career for good. Leon, I will hurt you, I will make you bleed, I will make you see the darkness of the inside of your eyelids. But most of all I exorcise the ‘Honorable Demon’ out of my life. Why do I think that Leon?

Because I am Australian. The definition of Whoop Ass Mate.

It is because I am Elite. Meaning, I will always simply be better than you.

And you will just be another victim of the New Era in PCW.

22nd of June. Your career ends permanently

(And with those final words. The scene fades to black).