Post by sick on Jul 31, 2013 7:00:23 GMT -5
Elite
A group or class of persons or a member of such a group or class, enjoying superior intellectual, social, or economic status.
{Okay. A show of hands everybody. Who was fooled this past few months about the status of Elite? Who were the ones crowing that The Elite were done, finished, kaput, after Yoshiru was taken out by Syn several months ago? Who were ready to write off Elite as being finished forever? Well to all of you who doubted. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. So the question is. Who’s going to stop the reformed Elite players. Let’s look at the other potential players in this war who we’re likely to face and who will be our targets. Just so we’re being totally honest with one another.
The Disciples- We have some unfinished business with them all. Yoshiru and I want to topple Syn’s empire in the worst way possible
Team Lethality- They say ‘He who holds the gold, holds the power’. This case is true with this team. three of the four major titles in PCW. Tag, Platinum and World titles. So automatically they have a target on each of their backs. They laughed about the Lone Ranger making threats, deservedly so. However, if the threats start coming from us. I doubt anyone of them will be laughing it off.
So with all that in mind. I hope that each and everyone of you in PCW in the inner circle will rest peacefully. Because no more will you be forced to accept mediocrity. No more will you have to accept people that are not pure in their ability. No more will you be bored.
For the new age of the Elite. Has officially begun}.
(Our scene opens up to in front of a wide screen television just as it is being switched on. Firstly there is loud static. Then the channel is switched over. Just in time it appears for a breaking news announcement. As evidenced by the words “Breaking News’ plastered on the screen. After the expensive graphic. It disappears. Leaving us with the vision of a news desk in darkness before the lights come on to show Curtis Wilkes dressed almost like Bill O Reily of Fox News fame).
Announcer: And now. Live from Elite Network Television studios in New York. It’s Curt O'Reily with this special bulletin.
Curt O'Reily: Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight, I want to talk to you about wrestling. Now, I know that many of you, including I. Think that wrestling is full of sex, violence and vulgarity. That it’s full of buffoons, scantily clad women and mindless announcers. That is until I came across the Premium Championship Wrestling company. One of the men that I met, along with his friend by the name of Yoshiru Long. Changed my mind about that stereotype. His name is Curtis Wilkes. A man who through my dealings. Has proven to me that he is a man of highest integrity. As this interview will show. He is a man full of pride and has a lot of plans for what he calls ‘The Elite’ to breakthrough the oppression of PCW.
(The cameras now cuts to a room with Curtis Wilkes sitting on the right side of the screen and Curt O'Reily sitting on the left side. Both looking at each other with smiles on their faces).
Curt O'Reily: Mr. Wilkes thank you for your time.
Curtis: Thank you for having me on your program
Curt O'Reily: Curtis, You have spoken many times in the past and even so recently about the injustice that you suffer in the PCW. What is this injustice that you speak of
Curtis: The injustices that I have suffered in the company Curt is unspeakable. A company such as PCW supposedly prides itself on showcasing the best talent in the world. Yet it is full of corruption. Favoritism to those who suck up and kiss ass.
Curt O'Reily: Pretty interesting allegation. Care to back it up?
Curtis: Certainly. You see. I pride myself in being the best wrestler in the business today and if you look at my record I think that it proves my claim right. Yet, time after time I am overlooked. Discriminated against you might say in favor of the suck ups and people who make threats like little children.
Curt O'Reily: If I may interrupt here Curtis. Discrimination. What discrimination do you face
Curtis: They discriminate against me because I am Elite Curt. That I am better than the average dip[Bleep]s who wrestle in this company. Yet look at what I am put up against. I have thedeck stacked up against me each time. Why? To promote a level playing field. Which looks fine from the outside to the untrained eye. Only when you see it through my eyes, it is unfair. Not to mention that I am seen as a bad person for doing my business the way I see fit. Yet a team called Lethality assaults, bloodies and injures PCW superstars to cheers.
Curt O'Reily: And that eats you up inside?
Curtis: [Bleep]ing oath it does. I have done nothing wrong in what I do. Sure, I can go a little overboard in my actions. But I am pure of heart. I am not corrupt, nor one of the snakes feeding off the fame of the companies World Champ.
Curt O'Reily: You are a part of a group in the PCW called the Elite I understand.
Curtis: Indeed I am.
Curt O'Reily: Tell me. What is the Elite? What is their purpose and their goal in the PCW.
Curtis: The Elite was founded on the basis that Yoshiru hated seeing the mediocrity that plagued the PCW. Make no mistake about it. Yoshiru was the man who was integral in starting the Elite. He wanted people to join the cause. But not just any rag tag man or woman off the street. They had to prove they were one of a kind, above the rest, Elite. Yoshiru saw something in me and when he offered his hand, I grabbed it firmly not even thinking of letting it go.
Curt O'Reily: Some outsiders say you're a cancer to wrestling.
Curtis: Cancer? Not at all. See those people who label us as that are the ones that are jealous, bitter, disgruntled that they can't live the life of an Elite person. James Baker was one of the people who suffered from that. He too thought of us as a cancer and did everything in his power to rid of us. Placing us in situations which meant we had to fight for our lives, our career and beliefs. He more or less thought that Yoshiru was gone after Syn beat him within an inch of his life. He tried to get rid of me. But look at what has happened Mr O Reily. Those who wanted to oppress our vision are gone. One by one they've been destroyed. All their threats have been empty words. One person in particular brought this supposed cancer into the PCW through their words to me. Don't worry. That persons time is coming soon enough.
Curt O'Reily: Are there any other people that are being potentially being looked at by the Elite?
Curtis: Definitely. But first they must prove they're pure in talent and ability to be in consideration. I am sworn to secrecy though.
Curt O'Reily: Which is fair. Is there any message you want to send to the viewers who are glued to the television screens, hanging on your every word?
Curtis: The message is simple Curt. To those who are involved in the company that I work for. For several months, you've lived without fear, without the need to go that extra mile in improving yourselves. Well that time is over. That time is not going to come back. You will now have to go that extra mile. That extra step. It's time to pick up your game lads, for the Elite is back to set the benchmark once again.
Curt O'Reily: Curtis, once again, thank you for your time.
Curtis: It was a pleasure Curt.
(The scene now switches back to the studio with Curt O'Reily sitting behind the desk).
Curt O Reily: Now normally I don't advocate supporting groups of any kind folks. However, I really believe that this group, The Elite, is a group that everyone in our United States and around the world should be supporting with their heart and soul. Folks. I want you to stand up and put your hand on the television screen to pledge your allegiance to this group. Support them, cheer them and believe in them. I'm Curt O'Reily and I approve of this broadcast.
I want to start off by saying thank you to someone. A thank you to that person who opened my eyes, made me see the error, guided me to the right path. I guess it takes someone that makes you turn your stomach so much to set you right. As much as I hate to admit that I was on the wrong path. That person is Dannielle Lopez.
(After those words our scene opens up to Curtis standing out on a bridge overlooking the traffic going under him. Dressed in a black hoodie with the hood on and wearing tattered jeans with black Doc Martens. After noticing the red light on the camera flashing. He continues to talk as he turns to face the camera).
Dannielle, you were right. How blind I was to mediocrity that I associated myself with. How far I've fallen....Yadda, yadda, yadda. You thought you were so fucking smart. As did everyone else in trying to put down my associations with certain people. You and to some extent Damon thought I had crossed over into his loving embrace. That he along with Smith and I were going to be the threat. You laughed, you mocked. But in the one night that you were destroying all the 'threats'. The disciples. You lost focus on the hidden threat. Which by the time I clipped your injured knee it was too late to act on it. Congratulations Dannielle, you were the one who was responsible for the one thing that your husband never wanted to happen again. A reformation of The Elite. You know for a person who claims she knows a lot. You and a hell of a lot of other people didn't see this coming. You thought I was talking shit about knowing the identity of the unknown. Well who the fuck is laughing now folks? I, along with Yoshiru are now standing tall. While the rest of you cowards are looking for the best pair of running shoes. Because when we come for you. Your only plausible choice of action is to start running. Which, hey, that's what the rest of Dannielle's friends did when she was in trouble. It was proven on the night.
Then we move on to Smith and Damon. My two former associates. I, more or less, was a little downhearted as to how the New Era turned out. But I hear from my voice messages on my phone that Damon is somewhat annoyed that his vision has fizzled out. Well. No disrespect Damon. It was your vision, yours only, that's what is getting lost in translation. When you and Jones asked me to join. I joined with the promise that we were going to shake the PCW to it's core. So what was the one target we started off with? Night train. Not Syn, not Dannielle, bloody Night train. But you two were unaware of my dealings elsewhere. Yes, I was playing covert in your little group and to be quite honest. When the time was to arise, I was going to destroy the group from within. Yet, that bastard Smith, he ruined things for me by doing it first. No matter, his time is coming and I'm sure when I get to him. Things will be interesting. However as I wait for that opportunity. I get to destroy a piece of him that has recently been attached. His love interest, his squeeze, his crush.
Or his slag as I like to call her. Mya Denton.
My, my honey don't you like to get around? It would make a woman of ill repute weep with pride how you are jumping from man to man depending on their success. Once upon a time Kai was successful and then he had a fall from grace after losing the tag titles long ago. You couldn't stand the mediocrity that he was suffering and as soon as the next successful person darted in front of your eyes. You were on to them like a fly on shit. That person happened to be Smith Jones. Kind of fitting how he thinks of himself as the shit in his attitude. Face it Mya, you're nothing but a gold digger. But don't think I'm calling you that for the pure fun of it. I'm calling you that on what I have viewed of you. You're also very stupid as well. Did you really think Kai would welcome you back with open arms after what you displayed on public television? Did you really think that the words 'I love you' was going to fix the damage you've done? Maybe it was regret over the fact that you've alienated everybody who gave two shits about you. After all, you drew the ire of Brytain and considering how close she is to Syn and his brother, it was probably the most stupidest thing you could do. Because she took it personally. She then tried to use you as bait to get to Smith. Only one problem. Smith didn't ride in to save the day, which left you at her mercy to be destroyed.
One way love can be a bitch huh?
Don't you see it's not mutual or are you stupid enough to think he hides it well? Smith would fuck anything if it had a pulse along with a heartbeat. Your nothing to him Mya. Nothing. That word is a pretty accurate description of what you are in general though. Nothing, a nobody. Thanks to your actions, you've been left with no support, no allies and no friends. Now personally I really couldn't care less about you. I am only saying this because it is the truth. You can't deny it. You can scream, cry and whine that I don't understand anything about your situation. Yet when I see it play out in front of me. Your denying the truth or my eyes are going bad. Which last time I checked I had perfect 20/20 vision. You screwed up everything you had Mya on a false belief that Smith cares about you. That decision has left you alone and alienated from the rest of the group.
And when the lamb is separated from the herd. The wolf waits to tear it apart.
I am that wolf Mya. I personally am licking my lips in anticipation of getting my hands on you and making an example out of you. Brytain tried. But she was doing it to get Smiths attention. Which she failed. I, on the other hand, am going to inflict pain on you not as a message. But because I want to feel the enjoyment of seeing you writhe in pain. I want you to suffer, I want you to squeal like a pig being butchered. If it means that I have to damage your eyes so you can't look at Smith clearly. If it means punching you in the mouth so much that you have no feeling of his lips pressing onto yours. If it means breaking your hands so that you can't feel his body. Then trust me Mya. I will make sure it happens. So that you can feel the pain physically and cry yourself to sleep after realizing I have taken your senses away from loving Smith the way you do. You may call it harsh. I call it punishment fitting the crime.
A crime of being a leech to those more successful than you.
Saturday night Mya. You face your second big test. If you thought Brytain was tough on you. Then you are unaware of the world of hurt that awaits you. Brytain has soften you up and I am going to finish you off. The beating that I will inflict on your body will be severe enough that you will not walk under your own power. I promise that....No, I guarantee it. So Mya I suggest you make relations with Smith while you still are healthy, give him one long kiss and remember that feeling. Saturday night, that feeling will be a distant memory as I inflict pain and punishment on your mediocre self. I guarantee victory Mya.
For I am Curtis Wilkes.
For I am Australian, the definition of whoop ass, girl.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
And because I am Elite. I will always be....BETTER THAN YOU!!!!
(Curtis Wilkes then turns around, walking away from camera as it fades to black).
A group or class of persons or a member of such a group or class, enjoying superior intellectual, social, or economic status.
{Okay. A show of hands everybody. Who was fooled this past few months about the status of Elite? Who were the ones crowing that The Elite were done, finished, kaput, after Yoshiru was taken out by Syn several months ago? Who were ready to write off Elite as being finished forever? Well to all of you who doubted. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. So the question is. Who’s going to stop the reformed Elite players. Let’s look at the other potential players in this war who we’re likely to face and who will be our targets. Just so we’re being totally honest with one another.
The Disciples- We have some unfinished business with them all. Yoshiru and I want to topple Syn’s empire in the worst way possible
Team Lethality- They say ‘He who holds the gold, holds the power’. This case is true with this team. three of the four major titles in PCW. Tag, Platinum and World titles. So automatically they have a target on each of their backs. They laughed about the Lone Ranger making threats, deservedly so. However, if the threats start coming from us. I doubt anyone of them will be laughing it off.
So with all that in mind. I hope that each and everyone of you in PCW in the inner circle will rest peacefully. Because no more will you be forced to accept mediocrity. No more will you have to accept people that are not pure in their ability. No more will you be bored.
For the new age of the Elite. Has officially begun}.
(Our scene opens up to in front of a wide screen television just as it is being switched on. Firstly there is loud static. Then the channel is switched over. Just in time it appears for a breaking news announcement. As evidenced by the words “Breaking News’ plastered on the screen. After the expensive graphic. It disappears. Leaving us with the vision of a news desk in darkness before the lights come on to show Curtis Wilkes dressed almost like Bill O Reily of Fox News fame).
Announcer: And now. Live from Elite Network Television studios in New York. It’s Curt O'Reily with this special bulletin.
Curt O'Reily: Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight, I want to talk to you about wrestling. Now, I know that many of you, including I. Think that wrestling is full of sex, violence and vulgarity. That it’s full of buffoons, scantily clad women and mindless announcers. That is until I came across the Premium Championship Wrestling company. One of the men that I met, along with his friend by the name of Yoshiru Long. Changed my mind about that stereotype. His name is Curtis Wilkes. A man who through my dealings. Has proven to me that he is a man of highest integrity. As this interview will show. He is a man full of pride and has a lot of plans for what he calls ‘The Elite’ to breakthrough the oppression of PCW.
(The cameras now cuts to a room with Curtis Wilkes sitting on the right side of the screen and Curt O'Reily sitting on the left side. Both looking at each other with smiles on their faces).
Curt O'Reily: Mr. Wilkes thank you for your time.
Curtis: Thank you for having me on your program
Curt O'Reily: Curtis, You have spoken many times in the past and even so recently about the injustice that you suffer in the PCW. What is this injustice that you speak of
Curtis: The injustices that I have suffered in the company Curt is unspeakable. A company such as PCW supposedly prides itself on showcasing the best talent in the world. Yet it is full of corruption. Favoritism to those who suck up and kiss ass.
Curt O'Reily: Pretty interesting allegation. Care to back it up?
Curtis: Certainly. You see. I pride myself in being the best wrestler in the business today and if you look at my record I think that it proves my claim right. Yet, time after time I am overlooked. Discriminated against you might say in favor of the suck ups and people who make threats like little children.
Curt O'Reily: If I may interrupt here Curtis. Discrimination. What discrimination do you face
Curtis: They discriminate against me because I am Elite Curt. That I am better than the average dip[Bleep]s who wrestle in this company. Yet look at what I am put up against. I have thedeck stacked up against me each time. Why? To promote a level playing field. Which looks fine from the outside to the untrained eye. Only when you see it through my eyes, it is unfair. Not to mention that I am seen as a bad person for doing my business the way I see fit. Yet a team called Lethality assaults, bloodies and injures PCW superstars to cheers.
Curt O'Reily: And that eats you up inside?
Curtis: [Bleep]ing oath it does. I have done nothing wrong in what I do. Sure, I can go a little overboard in my actions. But I am pure of heart. I am not corrupt, nor one of the snakes feeding off the fame of the companies World Champ.
Curt O'Reily: You are a part of a group in the PCW called the Elite I understand.
Curtis: Indeed I am.
Curt O'Reily: Tell me. What is the Elite? What is their purpose and their goal in the PCW.
Curtis: The Elite was founded on the basis that Yoshiru hated seeing the mediocrity that plagued the PCW. Make no mistake about it. Yoshiru was the man who was integral in starting the Elite. He wanted people to join the cause. But not just any rag tag man or woman off the street. They had to prove they were one of a kind, above the rest, Elite. Yoshiru saw something in me and when he offered his hand, I grabbed it firmly not even thinking of letting it go.
Curt O'Reily: Some outsiders say you're a cancer to wrestling.
Curtis: Cancer? Not at all. See those people who label us as that are the ones that are jealous, bitter, disgruntled that they can't live the life of an Elite person. James Baker was one of the people who suffered from that. He too thought of us as a cancer and did everything in his power to rid of us. Placing us in situations which meant we had to fight for our lives, our career and beliefs. He more or less thought that Yoshiru was gone after Syn beat him within an inch of his life. He tried to get rid of me. But look at what has happened Mr O Reily. Those who wanted to oppress our vision are gone. One by one they've been destroyed. All their threats have been empty words. One person in particular brought this supposed cancer into the PCW through their words to me. Don't worry. That persons time is coming soon enough.
Curt O'Reily: Are there any other people that are being potentially being looked at by the Elite?
Curtis: Definitely. But first they must prove they're pure in talent and ability to be in consideration. I am sworn to secrecy though.
Curt O'Reily: Which is fair. Is there any message you want to send to the viewers who are glued to the television screens, hanging on your every word?
Curtis: The message is simple Curt. To those who are involved in the company that I work for. For several months, you've lived without fear, without the need to go that extra mile in improving yourselves. Well that time is over. That time is not going to come back. You will now have to go that extra mile. That extra step. It's time to pick up your game lads, for the Elite is back to set the benchmark once again.
Curt O'Reily: Curtis, once again, thank you for your time.
Curtis: It was a pleasure Curt.
(The scene now switches back to the studio with Curt O'Reily sitting behind the desk).
Curt O Reily: Now normally I don't advocate supporting groups of any kind folks. However, I really believe that this group, The Elite, is a group that everyone in our United States and around the world should be supporting with their heart and soul. Folks. I want you to stand up and put your hand on the television screen to pledge your allegiance to this group. Support them, cheer them and believe in them. I'm Curt O'Reily and I approve of this broadcast.
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I want to start off by saying thank you to someone. A thank you to that person who opened my eyes, made me see the error, guided me to the right path. I guess it takes someone that makes you turn your stomach so much to set you right. As much as I hate to admit that I was on the wrong path. That person is Dannielle Lopez.
(After those words our scene opens up to Curtis standing out on a bridge overlooking the traffic going under him. Dressed in a black hoodie with the hood on and wearing tattered jeans with black Doc Martens. After noticing the red light on the camera flashing. He continues to talk as he turns to face the camera).
Dannielle, you were right. How blind I was to mediocrity that I associated myself with. How far I've fallen....Yadda, yadda, yadda. You thought you were so fucking smart. As did everyone else in trying to put down my associations with certain people. You and to some extent Damon thought I had crossed over into his loving embrace. That he along with Smith and I were going to be the threat. You laughed, you mocked. But in the one night that you were destroying all the 'threats'. The disciples. You lost focus on the hidden threat. Which by the time I clipped your injured knee it was too late to act on it. Congratulations Dannielle, you were the one who was responsible for the one thing that your husband never wanted to happen again. A reformation of The Elite. You know for a person who claims she knows a lot. You and a hell of a lot of other people didn't see this coming. You thought I was talking shit about knowing the identity of the unknown. Well who the fuck is laughing now folks? I, along with Yoshiru are now standing tall. While the rest of you cowards are looking for the best pair of running shoes. Because when we come for you. Your only plausible choice of action is to start running. Which, hey, that's what the rest of Dannielle's friends did when she was in trouble. It was proven on the night.
Then we move on to Smith and Damon. My two former associates. I, more or less, was a little downhearted as to how the New Era turned out. But I hear from my voice messages on my phone that Damon is somewhat annoyed that his vision has fizzled out. Well. No disrespect Damon. It was your vision, yours only, that's what is getting lost in translation. When you and Jones asked me to join. I joined with the promise that we were going to shake the PCW to it's core. So what was the one target we started off with? Night train. Not Syn, not Dannielle, bloody Night train. But you two were unaware of my dealings elsewhere. Yes, I was playing covert in your little group and to be quite honest. When the time was to arise, I was going to destroy the group from within. Yet, that bastard Smith, he ruined things for me by doing it first. No matter, his time is coming and I'm sure when I get to him. Things will be interesting. However as I wait for that opportunity. I get to destroy a piece of him that has recently been attached. His love interest, his squeeze, his crush.
Or his slag as I like to call her. Mya Denton.
My, my honey don't you like to get around? It would make a woman of ill repute weep with pride how you are jumping from man to man depending on their success. Once upon a time Kai was successful and then he had a fall from grace after losing the tag titles long ago. You couldn't stand the mediocrity that he was suffering and as soon as the next successful person darted in front of your eyes. You were on to them like a fly on shit. That person happened to be Smith Jones. Kind of fitting how he thinks of himself as the shit in his attitude. Face it Mya, you're nothing but a gold digger. But don't think I'm calling you that for the pure fun of it. I'm calling you that on what I have viewed of you. You're also very stupid as well. Did you really think Kai would welcome you back with open arms after what you displayed on public television? Did you really think that the words 'I love you' was going to fix the damage you've done? Maybe it was regret over the fact that you've alienated everybody who gave two shits about you. After all, you drew the ire of Brytain and considering how close she is to Syn and his brother, it was probably the most stupidest thing you could do. Because she took it personally. She then tried to use you as bait to get to Smith. Only one problem. Smith didn't ride in to save the day, which left you at her mercy to be destroyed.
One way love can be a bitch huh?
Don't you see it's not mutual or are you stupid enough to think he hides it well? Smith would fuck anything if it had a pulse along with a heartbeat. Your nothing to him Mya. Nothing. That word is a pretty accurate description of what you are in general though. Nothing, a nobody. Thanks to your actions, you've been left with no support, no allies and no friends. Now personally I really couldn't care less about you. I am only saying this because it is the truth. You can't deny it. You can scream, cry and whine that I don't understand anything about your situation. Yet when I see it play out in front of me. Your denying the truth or my eyes are going bad. Which last time I checked I had perfect 20/20 vision. You screwed up everything you had Mya on a false belief that Smith cares about you. That decision has left you alone and alienated from the rest of the group.
And when the lamb is separated from the herd. The wolf waits to tear it apart.
I am that wolf Mya. I personally am licking my lips in anticipation of getting my hands on you and making an example out of you. Brytain tried. But she was doing it to get Smiths attention. Which she failed. I, on the other hand, am going to inflict pain on you not as a message. But because I want to feel the enjoyment of seeing you writhe in pain. I want you to suffer, I want you to squeal like a pig being butchered. If it means that I have to damage your eyes so you can't look at Smith clearly. If it means punching you in the mouth so much that you have no feeling of his lips pressing onto yours. If it means breaking your hands so that you can't feel his body. Then trust me Mya. I will make sure it happens. So that you can feel the pain physically and cry yourself to sleep after realizing I have taken your senses away from loving Smith the way you do. You may call it harsh. I call it punishment fitting the crime.
A crime of being a leech to those more successful than you.
Saturday night Mya. You face your second big test. If you thought Brytain was tough on you. Then you are unaware of the world of hurt that awaits you. Brytain has soften you up and I am going to finish you off. The beating that I will inflict on your body will be severe enough that you will not walk under your own power. I promise that....No, I guarantee it. So Mya I suggest you make relations with Smith while you still are healthy, give him one long kiss and remember that feeling. Saturday night, that feeling will be a distant memory as I inflict pain and punishment on your mediocre self. I guarantee victory Mya.
For I am Curtis Wilkes.
For I am Australian, the definition of whoop ass, girl.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
And because I am Elite. I will always be....BETTER THAN YOU!!!!
(Curtis Wilkes then turns around, walking away from camera as it fades to black).