Post by sick on Aug 25, 2013 5:56:07 GMT -5
Nature-
1. The material world and its phenomena.
2. The forces and processes that produce and control all the phenomena of the material world: the laws of nature.
1. The material world and its phenomena.
2. The forces and processes that produce and control all the phenomena of the material world: the laws of nature.
{So the new reign. Old reign. Same, same reign. Either way we have a reign that has come into force. Some may call it a victory for Syn. A loss for Dannielle and a bloody nightmare either way you look at the result of this stupid game of pass the parcel. Don't you people understand what this means for what was our proud company? It means we're a laughing stock, a joke, in many ways a disgrace of a company. I couldn't imagine that we could go any lower in terms of respectability. But the events of our network special seemed to have pointed otherwise. Then again Morgan Simmons, a person who I don't see eye to eye with on her best days, did the right thing in stopping the match. That is of course if that match wasn't the fucking main event. The match that is supposed to send the fans happy. The match that is supposed to be the most heart stopping match that we can deliver. Yoshiru and I did that. Yet the powers that be had the cheek to put us two matches below the travesty that took place.
It can be summed up in one word. Insane.
Why would you put the two greatest wrestlers in today's modern era against each other? Why wouldn't you put them against wrestlers who need to the chance to shine? To show the world what they can do against Elite. I get it though. Morgan would rather do everything in her power to shove us into the background to let her 'associates' shine. Similar to how Baker did his business with his 'associates'. Placing their useless, talentless bodies in high profile matches while doing everything to shove the true stars out of the spotlight. Yes, it's stupid, it's petty, it's business suicide. But we've got to have those superstar Disciples at the forefront so we can target the all important 18 to 34 year old 'fat goth and skinny meth heads' demographic. Because the parents of those under in that demographic have failed to raise their kids to follow real heroes.
It's all right folks. Soon, Yoshiru and I, will fix the mistakes of the parents. Why? Because it is our duty to set your kids on the right path.
The path of the 'Eliteness}.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen. What you are about to view is an accurate portrayal on how a television show is put together while we wait to go on live to your screens. Some think it's all flowers and harmony. But dear viewer we will show you behind the scenes. That is not the case with some people who run it like a dictat....
(A loud slap is heard just as our cameras roll to show Curtis standing beside a voice over guy, who seems to be the recipient of the slap, as evidenced by him rubbing his right cheek).
Curtis: Always wait before I'm out of earshot before speaking ill of me.
VO Guy: Jesus Chr.....
(Curtis slaps the man again sending him off his seat).
Curtis: And don't speak that name. He doesn't exist in this rehearsal for Elite T.V
(The camera pans out to show the inside of the Humphries arena where it is being set up for the next edition of Rapture. Only the PCW banners have been replaced with a single uppercase letter in gold. That letter is 'E' the insignia of the Elite. Rumors have been circling based on a teasing twitter message by Yoshiru Long that we would see the Elite T.V return and upon his insistence. Curtis is looking after the technical side along with the set up. Curtis believes it is simply him taking control. The crew however believe he is nothing more than a pain in the ass).
Curtis: You may think in your little mind that your running some little shitty sitcom at the moment. But you're not. You're part of our show running smoothly. You should be glad in a way that I've pulled you from potentially ruining your ability through some shitty sitcom. That slap isn't meant to mean harm. It is merely to set you on a straight path.
(Curtis cups his hands and turns to the other crew members).
Curtis: And don't any of you forget that. I am one of the creative engineers behind this. Just because Yoshiru isn't here, doesn't give any of you an excuse to drop your standards.
(Curtis now turns back to the sound guy, who is just getting back to his feet).
Curtis: Sass me like you did again and I won't just slap you. I'll put you in a coma.
(The sound guy nods his head and begins working furiously. Control. Curtis enjoyed this sort of control with people. He was a perfectionist and always wanted everything he touched to be in his control. One error though would anger him to no end and at times it drove him mad that this trait was in his blood. That was in the past though. He knew to be defined as an Elite sportsmen, he had to be perfect. He would never forgive himself if he let things get out of his control. As Curtis continues to survey the work being done. The all too familiar ring of his cell phone can be heard. With the pressure that is building to make the broadcast a success. Curtis is in no mood to talk as he answers).
Curtis: Who the fuck is this and what do you want!?!?!?
Len: This is your fucking lawyer and he needs to fucking know what is coming up on your fucking spending accounts. That's who's fucking talking to you.
(Curtis let's out a sigh before speaking to his buddy).
Curtis: Sorry about that outburst Len. I'm just a little highly strung at the moment.
Len: A little huh? Could've fooled me. Why is this the case, have you committed a crime?
Curtis: No.
Len: Committed fraud.
Curtis: No, nothing like that.
Len: So, what's the problem?
Curtis: I'm setting up a show.
Len: Ah yes, Yourself and Yoshiru are supposedly bringing back Elite T.V. I forgot about that.
Curtis: Yes and I am taking some creative direction. Unfortunately these assholes that they call a crew seem immune to taking instructions properly.
Len: Darn shame about that Curtis. Now onto pressing matters. I happen to be reading your spending account list.
Curtis: Whoa, whoa, whoa. How in the hell do you access to that?
Len: It was in our agreement when I took you back on as a client all those years ago. I look into your spending habits so you're not screwing yourself financially with bad dealings. After all. When you went through your divorce, at the time, with your now wife. She nearly wiped you clean because you didn't have a tight enough prenup back then. Your current lawyer after he got clean of his problems and made amends with you. Was asked by you to make sure you were carefully watched in your finances. Hope that answered your question. Now I would like to have my question answered.
Curtis: Shoot.
Len: Why is there a charge for a pet store on your credit card?
(Curtis purses his lips trying to think of a answer).
Curtis: I was buying a pet.
Len: Great answer smart ass. What kind of pet?
Curtis: Hold on a minute Len.
(Curtis turns to the camera).
Curtis: Turn that off and don't turn it on till I say so.
(The camera goes off for at least a minute and a half before coming back on as Curtis finishes his last word).
Curtis:......why.
Len: One question.
Curtis: Yes.
Len: Are you fucking insane? Do you have any idea how much shit it will cause from certain groups by doing what you're proposing.
Curtis: But Len it's basically like teaching elementary class how the world works. How bloody nature works in the real world.
Len: Look, you can argue that it's a lesson in nature. Which you make a compelling argument for. The problem is that some groups will consider it cruel.
Curtis: Nature is supposed to be cruel Len. I can't help it that when our supposed God created this earth, he made us into the blood thirsty killers. We have to kill to survive. You don't see our food magically appear on our plates. We have to kill for our food. Same way the lion has to kill for his food. The same way cats kill mice and birds. It's nature Len. Nature sure as hell isn't perfect by any stretch of one's imagination. I am going to do this Len. You can't stop what I am going to do.
(A sigh can be heard on the other end of the phone).
Len: Fine. It seems you are content in making an example to prove a point to a certain individual. So who am I to tell you not to do it. All I am saying is this could result in some backlash for you.
Curtis: That hasn't concerned me in the past and I'm pretty sure I am not going to lose sleep over it now.
Len: Have it your way. Now on the topic at hand. I see you finally get the chance to avenge your loss against to Brian Stryker.
Curtis: Damn right I do have the opportunity to wipe a black mark from history clean. Stryker can claim he beat me all he wants. But the thing is, it wasn't by his actions, it was by me kicking a field goal between his legs that cause me to lose. Now I get to erase it. Actually I will erase that black mark clean.
(As Curtis continues to talk, a man dressed in khaki colored attire, walks into view of the camera holding a small cloth like bag in his right hand).
Curtis: Excuse me Len for a second.
(Curtis looks at the gentleman with a smile).
Curtis: You have my pet?
Man: That I do. I must warn you. This is a very dangerous....
Curtis: Mate, I live in bloody Australia, I know these bastards are dangerous.
Man: Well at least you're aware of the risks.
(The man nods, hands the cloth bag over and then walks away as Curtis goes back to his conversation with Len).
Len: Who was that I heard in the background?
Curtis: Nobody important Len. Just a crew member. Look, I've got to go back to organizing this show. Or at least trying to with these scabs that I've been left with.
Len: Yeah, good luck with that, I sure as hell don't envy you. Talk with you in a few days
(Curtis ends the call before pockets the phone and looking at the cloth bag with a smile).
Curtis: And you my cute little thing. We are going to have little fun together.
(The camera abruptly cuts to static)
XXX
Yoshiru and I tore the ring up at the Wrestle Extravaganza special. We proved to the world that we were the best. That we were Elite. Which for you Stryker, you arrogant, snot nosed, bitch. Means that quite simply you're fucked.
XXX
Yoshiru and I tore the ring up at the Wrestle Extravaganza special. We proved to the world that we were the best. That we were Elite. Which for you Stryker, you arrogant, snot nosed, bitch. Means that quite simply you're fucked.
XXX
(When we come back. Our cameras focus on a glass pet cage split into two sections by a divider sitting on a table inside the ring. First it focuses on the empty section before quickly focusing on the other section that has an inhabitant in it. A yellow hamster. It eats it's food calmly and looking cute while doing it. Soon, we hear a low laugh, which as the camera pans upwards we see Curtis dressed in a Punisher skull t-shirt and tattered jeans with black boots, his long hair slicked back. He walks up to the table and sets a small cloth on the table beside the cage. He clears his throat and begins to speak to the camera which is beaming this footage to millions around the world).
Curtis: This creature that you see on the right side of the cage. Represents what I am being told by the PCW universe I should fear. This rodent represents fun, represents cuteness, represents prey. Make no mistake fans. I use to love these things. I had one of these as a kid. I held it in my hands, I patted it, I treated it like my best friend. It made me happy. Even looking at this thing. My heart melts because it is so fucking cute. The problem I have is that now it is something I look at and I despise it. I want it to melt my heart, but it can't because it represents a man that is a disgrace to this company. A disgrace to the sport of professional wrestling. The man I am facing has come out a few weeks ago to drag our sophisticated program down to the lowest of lows by introducing shit baths and laxative laced food. He is a man who is going to be crushed under my boot like a bug. He is the self proclaimed hamster Brian Stryker.
(Curtis chuckles while shaking his head in disbelief).
Curtis: Matured physically, spiritually and mentally huh? Did I happen to hear those words come out of your mouth earlier this week? My goodness I have heard of delusional words. But my god does this take the cake. This is coming from the same man who I mentioned earlier reduced our program to toilet humor. Yeah, real mature Stryker. It also seems that mentally you've not learn a damn thing either. Not even prepared script out what is going to come out of your mouth. On the one hand you say I am going to be a tough challenge and in the next breath say that you are the man that I should fear. Two contradicting view points in one thought put to me. The question I put to you though Stryker is why? Why should I fear you? What have you done lately that should make me fear you, who have you beaten that is worth a fucking damn? The answer is nobody. But I can already sense you thumping your chest like the so called warrior that you are and screaming that you beat me. Ah, yes. Indeed you did, only it was I who was standing on my feet afterwards. With your balls buried deep in your large intestine as you laid writhing in the mat. You won the broadcast title and brought nothing to table in adding prestige to it. Brytain wiped the floor with you, yet you got another shot and the same result is going to happen again. Because my deluded warrior. It is how nature works. As I am about to show you.
(Curtis grabs the cloth bag off the table and opens it up. Upon opening it. He tips it over into the left side of the cage revealing the content of it. A brown snake, that starts to slither in the confinement of it's half of the cage).
Curtis: This snake right here is known as the Eastern Brown Snake. It is considered the second most deadliest snake in the world and it is also known as the most deadliest snake in Australia. My country Stryker. It's poison can cause the shits, convulsions, renal failure, paralysis and cardiac arrest. That's right folks. This snake can kill you in one bite if not treated straight away. Now, you people at home may be asking what I am trying to illustrate here. What do these two species represent. Well folks. The hamster represents Brian Stryker. A cute, playful, sometimes mischievous creature that everyone adores. On the right is the snake. A cold, calculated, vicious creature that if you piss it off enough. Will turn around and strike out. The snake represents how the PCW views me. I take that as a great honor. Because it shows that I am pissing each one of you off. For years ago I had praise from everyone for being an awesome athlete. Now people like you Stryker view me as scum for simply being myself. For being the most ruthless bastard. The reason your group despise me so much Stryker is because they know that what I say about being Elite is the truth. Don't believe me? Well let me give you an early preview of what is in store for you Saturday using the following display of nature.
(Curtis then pulls the divider of the cage out. As soon as that happens, the snake in a quick second sinks it's fangs into the hamster, which let's out a squeal of pain).
Curtis: Stryker. You can take all the warrior initiations that you wish. You can make these big claims that you're unbeatable. The facts however suggest otherwise. Nature suggests otherwise. You're not in my league Stryker. Not even close. You haven't grown one bit in what you claim. You're not stronger mentally, physically or emotionally. You are just a scared little hamster who seeks the protection of his family of rodents known as Team Lethality. The same group of rodents who label Yoshiru and I snakes. Which sooner or later will eat all of you for dinner. Stryker, hamster. I, Curtis Wilkes, the snake. Will hunt you down and put you down Saturday night. I will sleep peacefully, hibernate in my habitat before making the kill on you.
For it is the way of nature.
For I am Australian, the definition of whoop ass mate.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
I am Elite Stryker and will always be BETTER THAN YOU!!!!
(After those words, the last image that we are left with is the image of the snake swallowing the carcass of the hamster as the scene fades to black).