Post by Yoshiru Long on Aug 28, 2013 22:17:42 GMT -5
GOOD MORNING, AMSTERDAM
Yoshiru Long, Curtis Wilkes, and Paul Blair stand, arms folded in front of them. Yoshiru and Paul both wear black suits as Curtis wears a black suit that is torn and tattered, the sleeves ripped off the jacket and shirt. Darkness surrounds them.
YOSHIRU LONG: The following is a public service announcement. The material presented by The Elite might not be suitable for children...or for adults. If you are offended by lesbians or hookers...
CURTIS WILKES: By homosexuals or transvestites...
PAUL BLAIR: By blacks or Arabs...
CURTIS WILKES: African-Americans mate.
PAUL BLAIR: I thought they were black?
CURTIS WILKES: They are, but it's best to stay politically correct. People are sue-crazy these days.
PAUL BLAIR: Fine. African-Americans or Arabs...
YOSHIRU LONG: Japs or spics...
PAUL BLAIR: Wouldn't Japs be offensive?
YOSHIRU LONG: It can't be offensive. I'm Japanese. It'd be like an African-American calling another African-American a nigga. Their own race, so it's not offensive.
PAUL BLAIR: Are you sure?
YOSHIRU LONG: Let's just continue...
CURTIS WILKES: By aliens or unicorns...
PAUL BLAIR: By Barney or Dora The Explorer...
YOSHIRU LONG: By porn stars or politicians...
CURTIS WILKES: If you take offense from any of these things, then this material is not suitable for you.
PAUL BLAIR: Viewer discretion is advised.
After a moment of silence, everything goes to static.
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Yoshiru Long, Trent Nelson, and Ralphie sit in the living room of Yoshiru's new mansion. Yoshiru is watching a re-broadcast of Wrestle Extravaganza, paying close attention to the match in progress, Smith Jones and Brytain Montgomery.
TRENT NELSON: I've never seen you study a match so hard, Yosh. Think this Smith Jones will be a problem?
YOSHIRU LONG: Not really. But I'd like to see what I'm up against.
TRENT NELSON: Makes sense I guess.
RALPHIE: So, is this what we're going to be doing all night?
Yoshiru pauses the recording.
YOSHIRU LONG: Do you have a problem with me studying up on my opponent?
RALPHIE: No. I just...
YOSHIRU LONG: Then shut the fuck up and let me study my fucking opponent!
TRENT NELSON: You seem a little on edge, Yosh. Maybe you should take a little break.
YOSHIRU LONG: You're probably right. I need something to relax me.
RALPHIE: So, what do we do?
TRENT NELSON: I think I have an idea. Anyone know if that Giovanni's Pizza still delivers?
YOSHIRU LONG: I believe so...
Trent pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.
YOSHIRU LONG: Pizza? Really?
TRENT NELSON: Yeah, you guys still delivering tonight?... Cool. The number is 4816... Yes, that's the address... Can I get four large meat-lovers pizzas?... Cool... No, that'll be it... Alright, sounds good.
Trent pushes a button on his phone before returning it to his pocket.
YOSHIRU LONG: So, we're making this a pizza night?
TRENT NELSON: Not exactly.
YOSHIRU LONG: Okay...
Yoshiru shakes his head as he presses play on the remote, continuing to study Smith Jones. After about thirty minutes, a buzz is heard. Yoshiru pauses the recording once again and presses another button on the TV remote. A camera view of the front gate area appears on the TV. The delivery car for Giovanni's sits outside of the gate. Yoshiru presses a button on the remote, and the gate opens. The vehicle drives in as Yoshiru switches back to the recording of Wrestle Extravaganza. Yoshiru looks toward the kitchen area.
YOSHIRU LONG: Pizza's here, Trent!
TRENT NELSON: Cool! Tell him I'll be right there!
The doorbell sounds and Yoshiru walks over to the front door. He opens it to let the delivery guy in.
YOSHIRU LONG: It'll just be a second.
Yoshiru invites the delivery guy to sit down while he waits for Trent.
GARY: This is a nice place, man!
YOSHIRU LONG: Thanks. It cost a bundle, but it's worth it.
Trent enters the room.
TRENT NELSON: Awesome! I was hoping it was you, Gary!
GARY: Trent! I didn't realize you were living here!
TRENT NELSON: Yeah, man. I have one of the guest rooms.
YOSHIRU LONG: I take it you two know each other?
TRENT NELSON: We went to school together.
YOSHIRU LONG: Cool. But I don't think I'm understanding why it's so important that your friend here delivered our pizzas.
TRENT NELSON: Because the pizzas aren't for us.
YOSHIRU LONG: Okay...
TRENT NELSON: How would you like to make a little extra money tonight, Gary?
GARY: They pay me shit at Giovanni's, so yeah, man. Whatever you want me to do...
TRENT NELSON: Awesome. Give me a moment, Gary.
Trent signals for Yoshiru to follow him.
TRENT NELSON: How much would you pay for an amazingly fun night?
YOSHIRU LONG: I don't know.
TRENT NELSON: How about a thousand dollars. Trust me, it'll be worth it.
Yoshiru reaches in to his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a stack of bills and begins counting. He hands the money to Trent, and the two walk back in to the living room.
TRENT NELSON: Alright, man. We're going to pay you a thousand dollars for this...
GARY: Sweet! What do I have to do?
TRENT NELSON: First things first, lets get those pizzas out on the coffee table.
Gary pulls the pizzas out of the carrier and places them side by side on the coffee table. Trent opens the four boxes. He walks over to the TV and grabs a baggy from behind it. He walks back over to the coffee table and kneels in front of it, opening the baggy. He begins to pour the contents of the baggy over the pizzas.
YOSHIRU LONG: Are those mushrooms?!
TRENT NELSON: The best that money can buy here in Orlando.
YOSHIRU LONG: Dude, I'm not sure that I'm ready to trip out tonight.
TRENT NELSON: I told you, the pizzas aren't for us...
Trent finishes pouring the mushrooms on the pizzas. He closes their boxes and places them back in their carrier. Trent grabs a piece of paper and a pen off of the coffee table and writes something down. He hands the paper to Gary.
TRENT NELSON: Deliver the pizzas to that address. If they ask, tell them that they've already been paid for. Trust me, they won't question it any further.
YOSHIRU LONG: Umm...
TRENT NELSON: Just trust me, Yosh. This is going to be awesome. By the way, Gary. What time does your shift end tonight?
GARY: Twelve.
TRENT NELSON: You should come back over after your shift.
GARY: Sounds good.
Gary grabs the carrier and is escorted to the door by Trent. Gary leaves, and Trent closes the door behind him. Trent returns to the couch.
YOSHIRU LONG: So what's going on?
TRENT NELSON: You'll see. I'll explain when Gary gets back over here.
Yoshiru shrugs as he once again presses play on the remote. He rewinds the recording back to the beginning of the Smith Jones match.
LATER THAT NIGHT...
Yoshiru and Ralphie sit on the couch as Gary and Trent each sit in a chair in the living room.
TRENT NELSON: You guys ready for this?
YOSHIRU LONG: I have to admit, Trent. This sounds like it's going to be fun.
GARY: Fuck yeah!
TRENT NELSON: Alright, let's get ready.
All four men head up stairs, each entering a different room.
EVEN LATER THAT NIGHT (SERIOUSLY, LIKE AN HOUR LATER)...
Nine figures crouch in the bushes outside of a rundown trailer house
YOSHIRU LONG: This is going to be awesome! *CENSORED* is going to shit himself!
GARY: I'd say! With all of those shrooms that Trent put on those pizzas, this family has to be tripping balls right now!
TRENT NELSON: The effects last about eight hours, so their probably right at their peak right now.
YOSHIRU LONG: I was going to ask. Who are these other three with us? I mean, it's cool that they're helping, and I'm always more than willing to hang out with Grrr and TBG. But the other three don't look that familiar.
TRENT NELSON: One is Grrr's brother. The other two are a couple of guys I went to school with. Called them up, and they were more than willing to join us. So I told them what to do and where to meet us.
YOSHIRU LONG: I can see *CENSORED* in the window. Let's do this!
One of the figures rushes out from the bushes and picks up a small stone. He throws it at the trailer house and rushes back toward the bushes. They wait as *CENSORED* opens the door. He steps out on to the front lawn looking around. One of the figures throws another stone, this time at the ground a few feet from the bushes. *CENSORED* begins walking toward the bushes as Junior and Clitzy step out of the trailer house They join in looking around the yard as another stone is thrown, this time toward the side of the trailer house The three walk toward the side of the trailer house as a few of the figures rush out from the bushes and in to the trailer house
*CENSORED*: What the fuck is going on? I swear the trailer house is melting or something!
JUNIOR: Why can't I get these spiders off of me, Daddy?
CLITZY: It's freaky out here. Let's go back inside!
The three walk back to the front of the trailer house and enter. Junior closes the door behind them.
YOSHIRU LONG: Alright guys, let's take our positions!
The group hiding in the bushes rush around the trailer house Inside the trailer house, *CENSORED* sits on the couch in the living room as Clitzy lays on her bed in the bedroom. Junior stands at the sink in the bathroom, looking down toward the drain hole. Clitzy opens her eyes and turns her head to the side, quickly screaming in horror at what she sees.
GRRR: Hi! I'm Chucky! Wanna play?
Clitzy quickly pushes Grrr who is dressed up like Chucky off of the bed. Clitzy rushes over to the bedroom door. Before she opens it she looks back, but Grrr is gone. Clitzy slowly begins to search the room. *CENSORED* still sits on the couch in the living room, starring at the blank TV. He hears a noise and looks to his side. *CENSORED* quickly pops up from the couch.
RARRR: Excuse me, friend. You haven't seen me gold lying around here, have you?
*CENSORED*: LEPRECHAUN!!! Holy shit!
*CENSORED* runs toward one of the back rooms as RARRR chases him. In the bathroom, Junior looks up from the sink. A black man's reflection is seen in the mirror behind him. Junior quickly turns around as TBG raises his hook.
JUNIOR: CANDYMAN!
Junior rushes out of the bathroom, quickly followed by Clitzy and *CENSORED*. The three rush out of the trailer house at Grrr, Rarrr, and TBG follow. The three enter the woods behind the house. As they look back toward the trailer house, they see another figure. The figure lifts a machete in to the air, as his identity is covered by a old-school hockey mask.
*CENSORED*: Ja...Ja...JASON!!!
JUNIOR: Daddy, I'm scared!
The three run deeper in to the woods, but soon realize that they are surrounded. Off to their left in the woods stands a tall figure with long, gray hair. Off to their right in the woods stands a figure wearing a William Shatner mask and wielding a knife. In front of them in the woods, off in the close distances stands three figures. One dressed in black leather, pins sticking out of it's skull. One wielding a chainsaw. And one wearing a hat and raising his hand with blades coming out of each figure.
TRENT NELSON: Ki...ki...ki...ma...ma...ma...
NICK ROBERTS: Pain...is...pleasure...
YOSHIRU LONG: Five, six, grab your crucifix... Seven, eight, better stay up late... Nine, ten, never sleep again!
*CENSORED*, Clitzy, and Junior all cower down to the ground and begin to cry as they huddle together. The eight figures come closer and closer, each dressed as something from a nightmare. The Tall Man, Pinhead, Chucky, The Leprechaun, Candyman, Leatherface, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Freddy Krueger. Trent crouched down near the family and removes his hockey mask.
TRENT NELSON: Boo!
*CENSORED* precautiously looks up.
*CENSORED*: Tr...Tr...Trent?
TRENT NELSON: Yeah, man! We're just fucking with ya!
*CENSORED*: Who...who are the rest of these guys?
The group begin to remove their various masks revealing their true identity.
*CENSORED*: So, this was all a joke?
TRENT NELSON: Of course. Did it scare you?
*CENSORED*: Umm, yeah. I think I shit myself... I know that Junior shit himself, I can smell it. And there's a good chance that Clitzy shit herself too...
CLITZY: I did...
*CENSORED*: Really good job with the costumes guys. Especially that one. Who's he supposed to be?
*CENSORED* points off in to the distance where a figure holding what appears to be a machete stands.
YOSHIRU LONG: I didn't know that we had someone dressing up in a pig mask.
TRENT NELSON: Umm, yeah. We didn't. I'm not sure who that is.
*CENSORED*: You mean...
The group looks back at the figure who quickly raises his blade in the air and begins to approach. Trent quickly shoves *CENSORED*, Clitzy, and Junior over before he runs out of the woods, quickly followed by Yoshiru and the rest.
YOSHIRU LONG: Why'd you push *CENSORED*, Junior, and Clitzy over?!
TRENT NELSON: To give us more time to get away! Pig face will be busy with them for a moment!
The group run out to the street and enter a series of cars. The speed off from the trailer house
THE NEXT MORNING...
Yoshiru sits in the living room on his couch with a laptop in his lap. Trent enters the room.
TRENT NELSON: Man, that was a great night last night!
YOSHIRU LONG: Sure was!
TRENT NELSON: So, did you hear anything about what happened with Pig Face?
YOSHIRU LONG: I guess the cops showed up after we left. They arrested Pig Face, but no other information was released.
TRENT NELSON: So *CENSORED* is alright?
YOSHIRU LONG: Besides shitting himself twice? Yeah.
TRENT NELSON: So, what are you doing now?
YOSHIRU LONG: Last night was fun, but today it's back to business. I decided that I'm going to have a little meeting with Smith Jones face to face, clear the air before our match on Saturday.
TRENT NELSON: Cool. Where are you meeting him at?
YOSHIRU LONG: According to what I found on the internet, we'll have to take a trip to Amsterdam. A car will be picking us up shorty.
TRENT NELSON: Amsterdam?
YOSHIRU LONG: That's what it says.
Ralphie enters the living room.
TRENT NELSON: Pack your bags, Ralphie...we're headed to Amsterdam!
Ralphie walks out of the room confused as Trent and Yoshiru both head upstairs.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER...IN AMSTERDAM...
Yoshiru, Trent, and Ralphie stand on the sidewalk.
TRENT NELSON: So, Smith is in Amsterdam?
YOSHIRU LONG: According to Google search.
TRENT NELSON: Interesting. So how do we find him?
YOSHIRU LONG: Him and Mya go by the nickname “S&M”. From what I read online, they have many offices around the world, but a good majority of them are right here in Amsterdam. So I figure that their main headquarters is most likely based here.
RALPHIE: Where do we start?
Yoshiru smiles as he points across the street at a building that reads “S & M Genoegen”.
YOSHIRU LONG: Looks like that could be a good place to start.
The three cross the street and enter the building. The inside wreaks of sex and drugs. The three walk up to a leather-clad receptionist.
RECEPTIONIST: Welkom. Wat is uw plezier?
YOSHIRU LONG: Umm, I'm looking for Smith Jones.
RECEPTIONIST: Smith Jones?
YOSHIRU LONG: Yes. And Mya Denton. S&M.
RECEPTIONIST: Ja, ja. S & M! Een honderd vijftig Euro.
YOSHIRU LONG: Umm, what?
TRENT NELSON: I think she's asking for money.
Yoshiru pulls out his wallet. He pulls out some Euros. The receptionist quickly nabs a handful.
RECEPTIONIST: Goed, goed. Een escort brengt u naar uw kamer. Geniet van de S & M!
YOSHIRU LONG: The asshole actually charges people to see him?
RECEPTIONIST: Verkiest u zwepen, elektriciteit, naalden of speelgoed?
YOSHIRU LONG: Zwepen...elektriciteit?
RECEPTIONIST: Goed, goed.
TRENT NELSON: Naalden?
RECEPTIONIST: Ja, ja!
RALPHIE: What the hell is speelgoed?
RECEPTIONIST: Goed. Als u wilt.
Three escorts clad in leather walk in from a back hallway. The receptionist hands the three escorts each a card. They escort Yoshiru, Trent, and Ralphie down the hallway. One of the escorts stops at a door and opens it. He signals to Ralphie.
ESCORT ONE: Hier.
Ralphie enters the room confused. The escort closes the door behind Ralphie as the other escorts, Yoshiru, and Trent continue down the hallway. The second escort stops at a door and opens it. He signals to Trent.
ESCORT TWO: Hier.
Trent enters the room. The escort shuts the door behind him. The final escort and Yoshiru walk down the hallway. The escort stops at a door and opens it.
ESCORT THREE: Hier.
Yoshiru enters the room. The door slams shut behind him as another leather-clad woman approaches him in the room. She pulls out a blindfold and puts it on him. She grabs his arm and walks him over to the far side of the room.
YOSHIRU LONG: What exactly is happening here?
As Yoshiru faces the wall, the woman lifts Yoshiru's arm in to the air and cuffs it to the wall. She grabs his other arm and cuffs it to the wall.
YOSHIRU LONG: Handcuffs? Smith must be afraid that I'll attack him. Lady. Tell Smith that I am only here to talk!
The woman approaches Yoshiru and pulls off the blindfold. She pulls back his head by his hair and kisses him on the lips, ending it by biting the bottom lip. She backs off with a smirk on her face.
DOMINATRIX: Uw veilige woord is dat ik ben uw teef.
YOSHIRU LONG: I can't understand you. Just bring in Smith already.
The dominatrix walks over to a table on the side of the room. She grabs a short, multi-tailed whip and approaches Yoshiru once again.
YOSHIRU LONG: Tell that S&M coward to get in here!
The dominatrix smiles as she cracks the whip across Yoshiru's back, leaving a red welt.
YOSHIRU LONG: Son of a bitch! What the hell was that for?!
The dominatrix whips him again.
YOSHIRU LONG: God damn it! Stop! Just because Smith isn't confident that he could compete against a man of my stature doesn't mean he needs to resort to this thug-like tactic!
The dominatrix whips Yoshiru again, leaving a third welt.
YOSHIRU LONG: You better hope I don't get out of these cuffs! I'll fucking kill you!
The dominatrix walks over to the table and sets the whip down. She grabs a small prod off of the table and once again approaches Yoshiru. She touches the prod to Yoshiru's back, forcing him to twitch in pain.
YOSHIRU LONG: Fuck! Electricity! Really?! You're going to use shock torture on me?!
The dominatrix touches Yoshiru with the prod again.
YOSHIRU LONG: Damn it, Smith! Come face me like a man!
The dominatrix continues the torture as the focus turns to the reception area. After some time, Yoshiru, Trent, and Ralphie are escorted out to the reception area by their escorts. Yoshiru approaches the receptionist.
YOSHIRU LONG: Tell Smith that that was TOTALLY uncalled for! Come Saturday, I am going to break him!
Yoshiru, Trent, and Ralphie walk out of the building. They stand on the sidewalk.
YOSHIRU LONG: Sick bastard! He must be scared!
TRENT NELSON: That was horrible, Yosh!
YOSHIRU LONG: Bitch was shocking me and whipping me in there! Did they torture you too?
TRENT NELSON: They were sticking needles in me and putting clamps on parts of my body that should NEVER have clamps on them!
YOSHIRU LONG: What about you, Ralphie? What kind of sick shit did Smith's henchmen do to you?
Ralphie looks down in shame.
RALPHIE: They did unspeakable things to me...
YOSHIRU LONG: Like?
RALPHIE: It hurts to walk...
Yoshiru and Trent look at Ralphie in confusion as he continues to look down at the sidewalk.
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For fifteen years, I have watched as the lambs have been brought to slaughter. I have stood in the ring with the greats. The likes of Paul Blair. The likes of Brian Adams. Of Magnus Thunder. Of Jeff Jericho. Of Mariano Fernandez. The list goes on and on. I have listened to the fans cheer me. I have listened to them boo me. I have bled, night after night, all to show why I am the best at what I do. Some people would like to believe that I am past my prime while others believe that I am the pedestal that other superstars strive to reach. It's the years that I've been in this industry that have made me who I am. Those who believe in me, they know that I am at the top of my game. Those that don't believe in me live by the false illusion that I can't compete at the same level as the “younger” guys. The truth is, when I step in to the ring, I make the match nothing short of amazing.
But this is nothing new to me. A few years back in another company, I was told that I would never be considered as one of the greatest. And to prove their point, management decided to put me in the ring with the man that they felt would carry their company in to the new era. Others had stepped in to the ring with this man and became a prime example of how great he truly was. With ease, this man defeated these opponents. So it was set. Yoshiru Long would compete against Brian Adams. In our first encounter, he defeated me. I can admit it. But you better believe that our match was nothing short of incredible. Of course, while I knew that I had a large part in how great the match was, management believed that Adams carried me through the match. Despite that, I was given one more chance to prove that “their guy” wasn't the future of the company. With the company's World Heavyweight Championship on the line, I stepped in to the ring one last time with Brian Adams. And after another incredible performance, I proved to management...I proved to the world that “their guy” could be defeated, and that I was far from being past my prime!
It was in that same company that I stepped in to the ring with the behemoth that had plagued me most of my career. The biggest show of the year for that company, and I was in the opening match. The match that should have been “mediocre” in their opinion. But I just couldn't settle for mediocre. I fell in defeat, but after all was said and done, the match was claimed to be “one of the greatest ever seen at SuperCard”. But again, it's greatness wasn't credited to me...it was credited to my opponent, Magnus Thunder. I was fine with that though. Because in the end, I knew that I still was at the top of my game. And no matter how much the company wanted to hold me down, I would continue to stand back up, to rise from the ashes.
Fast forward to Premium Championship Wrestling. A new company, and a new era for myself. After striking a deal for a contract from management, I set my sights on one goal. I would prove that I was still at the top of my game by competing against their top competitors, and taking their top prize. Those competitors at the time were Mariano Fernandez and Leon Lonewolf. That prize at the time, as it still is now, was the World Heavyweight Championship. And in barely any time, I defeated both of these top competitors and I won that top prize. The thing is, my legacy had already been defined before I came to PCW. With everything I had already accomplished in my career, the things that I accomplished in PCW were a given. I never once felt like I had something to prove in PCW. I knew what I was capable of, and so did the management in PCW.
If you need proof, look a little further forward in to my PCW career. After The Elite ran roughshod over PCW, it became a challenge for myself and Curt to get contracts with the company again. But, like we always do, we overcame the odds, and both of us officially were signed to compete for PCW once again. And like before, we turned PCW upside-down with our destruction. It even led to myself competing against a man that went by the name of Syn. The winner would get a World Heavyweight Championship match. Syn was basically thrown to the wolves. On that night, I won myself a championship match. But, PCW management couldn't have that. They couldn't have a member of The Elite holding the top prize in PCW. Maybe they thought that it would make our egos too big. In any case, management decided that the World Heavyweight Championship match would be a Fatal 4-Way inside Hell In A Cell. So, there I was, once again screwed over by management. Rather than facing one opponent, I would face three. And of course, when all was said and done, Syn being pinned cost me a second championship reign.
But like always, I continued forward. I returned to PCW after recovering from injury to join forces with Curt once again. And like before, we made an impact by taking out the top competitor. This, of course, eventually led to management deciding to teach us a lesson. And for the third year in a row, myself and Curt would compete in a match against each other. A “punishment” from management, but one that we really could care less about. We're competitors. We're the best at what we do. We live for the moment that we get to step in to that ring and show the world that we are elite. And that's exactly what we did. We took a show that was destined to be mediocre and we made it extraordinary. Curt mentioned at one point that we should have been the main event. We may not have ended the show...but we WERE the main event of Wrestle Extravaganza! Week in and week out, regardless of whether we open the show or we end the show...as long as we're on the show, we ARE the main event!
Which brings me to Rapture. In my absence, a new faction was formed. One that called themselves the “New Era”. I have the utmost respect for Curt, but this is a faction that would ride on the coat-tails of Curt. He would have had to carry them. What makes it worse is that they had no direction. Rather than making a big impact, this group decided that going after the likes of Nightrain was setting their sights high. This is what's funny, Smith. I made one call to Curt and told him that I would be making my return. His response...it wasn't “Well, I'm with this faction called the New Era now”. It wasn't “Join us, Yoshiru”. The response was “Finally...”. There was no mention from Curt about having Damon Warrens or Smith Jones join The Elite. The reason...Curt knew that both Damon and Smith were no where NEAR the level that myself or Curt are at! He knew that only two men currently in PCW could be proven to be elite.
Did you hear me, Smith? Curt knew that you weren't worthy of being a part of The Elite. He knew that no matter how good others believe you are in the ring, you would never be on the same level as us. And he's right. You might be talented...but you would have been riding on our coat-tails. And that, Smith...that is something that we just couldn't have. You see, there's a big different between us and you. You think that you're talented. You think that you're a show stealer. Myself and Curt, we KNOW that we're talented. We KNOW that we steal the show! If you need proof, just take a look back at our histories. Take a look at my World Heavyweight Championship defenses. Take a look at my matches with Syn. Take a look at Curt's matches against Mariano. His matches against Michael Morrison. Take a look at the matches that Curt and myself had against each other. As much as you want to Smith, you will never reach that level!
But that's the point, isn't it Smith? You can't reach the same level as us, but you could still ride off of our success. Win or lose on Rapture, you'll get noticed. And in the end, that's what it's all about. Success isn't always about winning or losing. It's about people seeing what you are capable of. For me, this is nothing more than another match against another competitor who thinks that he has what it takes to compete at my level. I've been in this position many times before, and I'm sure I'll be in this position many times in the future. You want to make a name for yourself, Smith? You're stepping in the right direction. There's just one little problem. I am not the man to hold back. This isn't going to be a simple walk in the park for you, Smith. This is going to be a challenge, quite possibly the biggest challenge that you have ever faced. You are stepping in to the ring with a former World Heavyweight Champion. With a Hall Of Famer. With a man who is a part of the most DOMINANT faction to ever exist in PCW. You are stepping in to the ring with the elite of PCW.
So, I guess the question you would have to ask yourself is do you have what it takes? Can you step in to the ring with me and hold your own? Can you live up to your hype? Or will you flop? Will you walk in to the match overconfident and find yourself staring up at the lights? Will you let other matters lead to your fall? These are all questions that you need to ask yourself, Smith. While you have been on the rise as of late...I have never fallen from the rise that I've been on since arriving in PCW. Some may believe otherwise, but like I have said before, it's not about winning or losing, it's about every action that you take. And my actions, well, they speak volumes. But you'll see that on Saturday. Just remember, Smith. We are Elite and...
WE'RE JUST BETTER THAN YOU!!!