Post by sick on Jun 29, 2013 1:28:54 GMT -5
The Victim- Ryan ‘The Reaper’ Robinson
His Crime- No crime really. I just think he needs to be taken down a peg or two.
His punishment- A beating that will be so savage. I think he will get to see the true reaper himself afterwards.
His Crime- No crime really. I just think he needs to be taken down a peg or two.
His punishment- A beating that will be so savage. I think he will get to see the true reaper himself afterwards.
{Another one bites the dust. Another one who tried to take me down a peg or two fails to even make a dent in my armor. But did it surprise anyone other than my many doubters out there? The same ones who without fail. Seem to always heap shit on me whenever they feel like doing so. I couldn’t seem to make the doubters shut up about my failings in the past. Yet, after tonight. What can I hear from their mouths now? What is the sound I can hear now?
Silence. Absolute silence.
It didn’t take long to do so. After all. These doubters are merely armchair experts. Who have no idea of what it is like to be an athlete in the sport that I love. That sometimes I must take a step back to progress forward. Look at how the Brytain Montgomery situation turned out. I lose and everyone of the ‘experts’ were quick to heap on the laughs and ridicule. Conveniently forgetting that she was one out of the twelve matches I had the misfortune of losing. What happened next? Dante was soundly beaten and then Leon Lonewolf was outwrestled throughly. So where are all of my doubters now? Oh I know where they are now. Already clamoring to see that this masked individual destroy me. Or so they think he will. But people think that I don’t know who this person is. I know who it is and if this person is foolish to try and turn on me. Then the consequences for this person will be dire indeed.
So the question is. Will this person cross my path and try to upset me or will he fight alongside me as my brother? If he doesn’t. Then he will effectively signaling to me that he wants to meet his maker.
If so. I will personally grant him an appointment to meet the Grim Reaper}.
(Our scene opens up to the outside of Hyatt Regency in Albuquerque, New Mexico. A short drive north from Rio Rancho of the same state. Many of the PCW staff and talent has turned to this Hotel as a place to stay before making the trip to Houston, Texas, for the next show which is PCW’s Rapture. Inside the hotel is a beautiful restaurant with many diners having dinner with friends and family. In amongst the tables of patrons is Curtis Wilkes. Who surprisingly is dressed in smart casual attire to fit into the dress code for the restaurant. As we venture closer. Curtis is in conversation with the waiter as he is about to order his meal).
Curtis: I would like a nice steak. Medium well. I would also like a Pepsi. Don’t serve me Coke. For some reason the Coke tastes terrible in this country compared to Australia. Ok?
(The waiter nods and goes to fetch Curtis his meal. This is something that Curtis has never seem to do as often as he should. But he justifies doing this as he feels that he deserves to do it after accomplishing the challenge of defeating Leon Lonewolf. That and it’s the end of Slamathon thus starting the cycle to Slamathon V. Curtis takes a sip of water just as he sees his friend Len appear in front of him. Curtis smiles and rises from his chair greeting his friend almost like two mafioso’s would. With a handshake and a hug they both take their respective seats. Len is dressed in a black button up shirt with neat jeans. With both of them seated they now begin to converse with each other).
Len: So Yoshiru is not the masked individual?
Curtis: Of course not. What made you think that he was though Len? After all. I made no statement to the contrary.
Len: I just thought it would be.
Curtis: Many people did. Yo, Waiter. Steak for my good man over here.
Len: So the question I ask. Do you know yourself?
(Curtis looks up almost annoyed by the question posed to him by his friend).
Curtis: You saying I don’t Len?
Len: Of course not Curtis. I just figure that this is some sort of act to throw people off the scent.
Curtis: That is true. However I do know who it is. They showed me their face. I will say this though. This person is now looking to play mind games now. Which for them is very foolish thing to do. Unexpected of them to do.
Len: Are they a threat?
Curtis: Len. Everyone in the PCW is a threat to me. I don’t take anyone lightly. Yes, I make fun, joke and mock people in the lead up to matches. But I take all superstars as a threat.
(They are soon interrupted by the waiter who has brought their meal of steak and veggies along with their drinks of Pepsi. After the waiter has gone. The two men continue their conversation between feasting on their meal).
Len: How do you feel about Dannielle winning the PCW World title?
Curtis: Why do you ask that Len?
Len: I don’t know. Maybe seeing as though you’ve been doing anything and everything to get in the title picture. This might be something that could throw the planning you’ve done into chaos.
(Curtis looks up from his dinner swallowing the bit of meat in his mouth before speaking).
Curtis: It changes nothing Len. Nothing at all. Dannielle deserved to have her moment in the sun. Just so happens to be tonight against a guy who from what I’m reading on the news feed. Is deep inside the hospital having emergency surgery for whatever his fucking problem is. However when he comes back. His ass and my boot have a rendezvous coming. Dannielle and her cohorts are going get theirs as well. No one and I mean no one is exempt from my mission of destroying those who dare to stand in my way.
Len: Even Ryan Robinson?
Curtis: What’s he got to do with this?
Len: He’s your opponent this week. Check your phone.
(Curtis pulls his phone from his pocket to check the PCW website. Sure enough he sees that he is part of the main event against the newly crowned Platinum champion. Ryan ‘The Reaper’ Robinson. Curtis smirks a little before pocketing his phone).
Curtis: I don’t get it Len.
Len: What don’t you get?
Curtis: Why exactly is he called ‘The Reaper’. I have always found that confusing. I have always associated the word reaper with the word grim before it. Or soul. But what does Ryan reap? I do know that he has psychotic tendencies and is a violent individual. Yet I was the same way when I was young and moody and I was originally a hardcore fighter as well. Remember what my nickname was back in the past as I was going through that phase?
Len: Lame as it could be back then. Mr. Hardcore.
Curtis: Exactly and look where it got me. Nowhere. Look at where I was being that. Treated as a joke and suffered so many injuries that I was on so many painkillers that I made irrational, ill thought out ideas. Remember when I disappeared for nearly four or so years before turning up to the CWF? I was heavily in debt after my separation with Emma and you were heavily into cocaine addiction. I don’t know about you Len. But there was something I wished for everyday.
Len: Death?
Curtis: Exactly. I wanted the old Grim Reaper to take my life and I was denied every time. Why? Because he told me I had so much to give, he told me not to waste his time. After begging him to save my life from the gunshot wounds. He gave me the chance. So I have no fear of him anymore. So the thing I ponder aloud is why should I fear Ryan? The answer is he’s determined, young and has no fear.
Len: You sound like you’re doubting yourself already.
(Curtis looks disgusted and immediately Len picks up the signal that it was a poor choice of words on his part).
Len: Sorry it just came out.
Curtis: No I understand Len. But it’s not doubt you pick up from my words. It’s weariness about him. A lot of people wrote him off like they did with Dannielle and look at how things turned out. Both became champions in one night. So I am weary of Ryan. That’s not to say that he is going to walk over me like some rookie. He is facing a legend in his own right and I’ll be damned if he gets a notch on his belt at my expense.
(Curtis takes another bite of his steak with a nod of his head, savoring the flavor).
Curtis: Damn this beef is good.
Len: So you have no issues going into this?
Curtis: Should I Len?
(Len thinks about it before answering the question).
Len: No, I think you should be fine. Now, let’s toast to your victory for tonight. One down and one step closer we hope to that well deserved title shot.
(Len raises his glass of Pepsi as does Curtis with his drink and clink the glasses together).
Curtis: Don’t worry. It will come soon enough.
(The scene fades to black as the two men continue to eat their meal in amongst the hundreds of patrons in the dining area).
XXX
Ryan. You will savor the night you won the PCW Platinum at Slamathon. Sadly it will be the only thing you can take pride in as I rip you apart into a mess of flesh and bone
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Ryan. You will savor the night you won the PCW Platinum at Slamathon. Sadly it will be the only thing you can take pride in as I rip you apart into a mess of flesh and bone
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(Filmed later on in the darkness outside the city limits in the bush land. The night is still and while there is the occasional sound of wildlife, it is deathly quiet. Soon a figure in a black hood and robe with a long wooden handle along with sickle attached at the end comes into view and slowly approaches. Soon he reveals by pulling off the hood that it is Curtis Wilkes but with his face painted to resemble a white skull. He looks at the camera and gives a slight grin before speaking).
Curtis: For many. This is the picture that people get when they have visions of the Grim Reaper. The long hood. The sickle, the skull. We view the reaper as being of this image. But what if the reaper was a normal person like you and I. They often say that death walks among us. So who is to say that either you or I are death. That we are the reapers. The question is who would it be? Would it be your Doctor? After all, they hold your life in their hands with every procedure. The Police? Maybe the reaper is one of the many murderers and violent serial killers that walk our streets. After all, they take the lives that they feel deserve to die. Everyone out there could be the person who decides the fate of others. Now why do I say this? Why am I going on this little talk about death and reapers? Because I believe I am one of the reapers. Look at what I have done to three legends this year alone. I killed their careers. Magnus, Mariano, Leon. Three careers I have killed because they wanted to toy with death and they did. Look at where their career status have ended up at. Dead. I am a reaper. A dangerous one at that.
(Curtis has a little chuckle to himself before making a pointing motion at the camera and continuing).
Curtis: Ryan ‘The Reaper‘ Robinson. Let me be amongst the many to congratulate you on your victory. You accomplished what people said on numerous occasions you wouldn’t be able to do. Become a champion. That my friend is a great accomplishment. So with the victory under your belt. You may think that your going to keep that momentum going over me.
(Curtis imitates the buzzer for a wrong answer).
Curtis: Wrong. See Ryan all throughout the last fortnight I watched as your life seemingly became perfect. Your now an expectant father and it was all fucking flowers, ponies and sugar in terms of happiness. It was enough to make me sick. Then I remembered that I have seen this all played out before. Oh yes Ryan. I have experienced this and it felt like deja vu all over again. This is exactly how it happened after I won my first World Championship. I was happy, I then got married to my beautiful wife Emma for the first time, I had my friends and family. The love and support of all the public. So you may ask what happened next Ryan. Well I had my knee shattered to pieces and was never the same in what I could do physically. I had my wife divorce me through the stress my career entitled through her being a target for others. Keep that in mind Ryan. Next through backstage politics I was blackballed and didn’t return to the sport I loved for nearly four or so years. Battling depression, hopelessness and addiction. All that happened once I unlocked the pandora’s box that was what the World Title would bring. Now I’m not saying it will happen to you. But you must realize the potential obstacles that are going to be thrown your way.
(Curtis as if on cue points to himself).
Curtis: Your looking at one of the obstacles right here and one of the reasons as to why your momentum is going to come to a halt. You gave it your all on the PPV after weeks and weeks of attempting to overcome Matthews. You put so much energy and mental thinking into accomplishing this quest which in the end you accomplished. But here is the problem Ryan. You left it all in the ring and now you have no energy, no desire. Which if you were facing anybody else, you would probably be alright. Not so with me. I know for a fact that your emotionally drained and then of course you will experience the champions hangover after nights of celebration. That is a dangerous thing Ryan. You see and no disrespect to you. I want to bring you crashing down from the cloud nine that you are on. For I have a morbid desire to see someone suffer loss, pain and misery. I want to see you try and rise from despair. Besides do you really think that I am going to let you interfere in my quest to getting that World Title belt? Oh yes Ryan. Your my key to getting the head management to see that I deserve the shot I have more than earned. To say I’m seeking to make an example of you would be a huge understatement. I want to show Team Leathality that the threats to their dominance are still standing tall look at the face that is speaking to you Robinson.
(The camera zooms into the skull painted face Curtis Wilkes).
Curtis: This is the face of your death Ryan. The true Reaper of the PCW. I have killed careers, destroyed lives and broken men to sniveling messes. You my friend will be no exception to my rule of breaking you down. Your moment of triumph has come and it will go just as quickly. When the night of Rapture comes around. You will have been riding the cloud nine all during the fortnight. On Saturday night. This man, who’s face will haunt you from here til the night we face, will destroy not only your dreams, your happiness, but you as well in the process. Don’t say that I haven’t warned you Ryan.
For I am Australian, a man of my word and the definition of whoop ass mate.
Being Australian I am also Elite.
And because I am Elite. It means that I am better than you.
Because of that you will be another victim of the New Era passing you by.
Don’t fear the reaper Ryan. Embrace him and your fate. See you in two weeks.
(After those words, Curtis pulls over his black hood and walks aways as the scene fades to black).