Post by sick on Sept 7, 2013 4:02:11 GMT -5
Arrogant.
adj.
1. Having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or self-importance.
2. Marked by or arising from a feeling or assumption of one's superiority toward others: an arrogant contempt for the weak. See Synonyms at proud.
adj.
1. Having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or self-importance.
2. Marked by or arising from a feeling or assumption of one's superiority toward others: an arrogant contempt for the weak. See Synonyms at proud.
{I get the feeling that a lot of you out there in the PCW universe just don't like the Elite. As hard as it is to stomach that we could be unlikable. I try to be nice about things. I try to accommodating to my American brethren. I compliment them on their hospitality, their food and them as a people. Yet I am constantly told I am unlikable. That we, The Elite are something that I despise. A word that I constantly used to describe the meatheads that walked around my high school, a word that describes certain people that I have displeasure of sharing space with in this company. A word that, when people call me it. I just want to scream and snap in anger at them.
The word I talk about. Is the word arrogant.
Now I can imagine that a lot of people are probably scoffing at that. I mean, a man who walks around with his buddy, constantly talking about how they're Elite would hate being called arrogant. The thing is though. I don't see any of us being arrogant. No. You see Yoshiru and I have basically conducted ourselves the same way we always have. Only people's views have been swayed by others to view Yoshiru and I as the arrogant ones. We may be arrogant to some people. I don't see it as that though. I see it as us being supremely confident in our abilities that both of us have no fear of being defeated. Of being beaten. Because those that are put in front of us have nothing for us to be fearful of. They're losers, deadbeats, scum and proof is on display for every one to see and it just so happens I get the chance to beat one of the scumbags that I once associated with. An association that I am more or less now ashamed of being a part of. No matter though. Seeing as though we're no longer a team. I finally get to tear the skin and flesh off of his arrogant face.
After all. I already did it to his bitch}.
Len: Curtis, it's Len here.
(The scene opens to the inside of a luxurious black Limo as it pulls away from the Humphrey Coliseum in Starkville, Mississippi. Inside the limo is a thing of beauty, neon lighting, drinks cabinet filled with Pepsi bottles, a big t.v. It is something that only a person with a substantial amount of money would have. Inside the limo. Sitting in his all too accustomed grungy attire on the phone with his friend Len. His name is Curtis Wilkes, the same guy who exorcised a loss to Brian Stryker by choking him out tonight. It was a long time to redeem himself from losing to him by his own actions after kicking Stryker in the testicles last time).
Curtis: Of course it is. Who else would be calling me in the late night hours? I take it that this is about the so called nature lesson I gave.
Len: Oh yes. That lesson. Yeah, I happen to get a few complaints directed my way about your conduct with the hamster and the snake.
Curtis: Bet that was fun.
Len: Especially with the PETA representatives on the blower. Many laughs were had. Strangely I have not received any legal action papers yet and it's been nearly four days now.
Curtis: Probably can't argue that what I showed on television is just simply nature in action.
Len: Still was kind of cruel. Forget about that though. Did the limo I sent to the arena pick you up.
Curtis: Yeah, of course.
Len: Okay, now I've asked the driver to take you to the airport for your flight to Memphis.
Curtis: Memphis? I thought I was heading Milwaukee next.
Len: Ah yes, but there is business that you need to attend to in Memphis. Something to do with an old friend of yours and a company that he had. Apparently his people want to talk to you about acquiring it.
(Curtis sighs).
Curtis: How many times have I told you Len. I don't want to have any dealings with my past. That includes business propositions.
Len: Look, just go over to this meeting and if you don't like what they're offering. Then you have my permission to walk away from it.
Curtis: Gee, thanks. I will make sure to give you a call after this meeting. Regardless of the result.
(Curtis ends the call and relaxes in his seat as he gets taken to the airport).
-Monday Morning 9AM, The former PWN network building. Memphis, Tennessee-.
(Our camera starts rolling again as Curtis walks into the former Professional Wrestling Network building. It is a building that Curtis has a lot of dealings. Some good and some bad. It had been several years since the figurehead of the company was killed and the associates left the network go to shit. So it makes him wonder why he is being called to this meeting. Maybe it was to acquire tapes or acquire documents. He has no idea as he walks into the board room. Sitting at the head of a mahogany table is a middle aged gentleman in a black suit and tie. In front of him is a piece of paper along with a pen).
Man: Curtis, I presume. My name is Jack Roth. I am currently in charge of PWN's operations.
(Jack rises from his chair and gives Curtis a firm handshake before he and Curtis take a seat at the table. Curtis shakes his head in disbelief at the realization of how far this network has fallen over the years).
Curtis: Jesus Jack. What on earth has happened to this place? It used to be like the Mecca of professional wrestling networks. The one and only one might I add.
(Jack clears his throat in preparation to explain).
Jack: Once upon a time Curtis. It was just that. Christina, God rest her soul, ran this company superbly. With her, there was direction, vision, leadership. Now we all know how her lover killed her. That left a void to fill. Which her husband in his somewhat unstable state took over. Of course when the 'Liftoff' incident happened, he went over the edge and withdrew our network from the company that we were signed to. He then said that we were no longer to broadcast any company unless it had him on payroll.
Curtis: The final one being PCW.
Jack: Exactly. That killed us as being financially viable. He then took his share of money from the network coffers and split after that. Since then, we've tried to get back into the game. But it has been hard and we need someone who knows the business like he's a historian.
(There is a silence between the two. Soon Curtis's eyes go wide).
Curtis: You mean me don't you?
Jack: I know that we've kinda did an ambush on you by bringing this up. We in this building believe you're the man for the job.
Curtis: Based on what?
Jack: Well you did set up that delightful Elite T.V segment with Mr. Long this past week and you seem to have a grasp of what it takes to get the audience to react. You got people talking with that interview with the hamster and the snake. I can see that you can get people to react with provocative thoughts and ideas. You have vision, creativity. Something we are desperately seeking.
Curtis: It would require me to stop doing the thing I love though.
(Jack let's out a hearty laugh).
Jack: Curtis, you have access to a phone and Internet. All you need to do is type an email every so often to give orders. Certainly nothing that would take you away from your schedule. From the sport that you're passionate about.
(Jack pushes the piece of paper towards Curtis).
Jack: We can't offer you a million dollar salary as there is still much more to do in getting this network started up again. Think of this as an investment in your future Curtis. I remember seeing you work when you were in your early twenties. You must be pushing past thirty now and not getting any younger. Once you retire, this resurgent empire could help you keep a fairly substantial windfall in your later years.
(Curtis picks up the paper and looks at the figures and wording. His eyes can be seen going left to right as he reads carefully the outline of his responsibilities in the role. Curtis looks up at Jack after he finishes reading).
Curtis: Jack, this looks really inviting. The thing is that I wouldn't know the first thing about running a television network. You'd be taking a huge risk if you asked me to do it.
Jack: Business is based on risk Curtis. After all, you risked life and limb to get where you are today. I bet you also think that when you see those three or four bullet scars that are on your body when you faced that crazy marine all those years ago. You only got small satisfaction from that victory. This, this is something that can set you up for life when your body can stand no more punishment. Guaranteed money Curtis.
(Curtis leans back in his chair and is silent in thinking about his decision. It seems like hours have passed by, when in actual fact it's only thirty seconds before Curtis answers).
Curtis: I'll sign it on two conditions.
Jack: Name them.
Curtis: First thing. My lawyer has a look at the finer details. He's the legal expert, not me.
Jack: Of course. That is no issue.
Curtis: Secondly. We are to be no longer called PWN. That name has been tarnished enough and needs to be buried in the dirt. It needs a new name, a new beginning
Jack: Do you have something in mind?
Curtis: Of course. It's a word that describes what people should be striving to be. That every waking moment they should be working towards being.
(Curtis leans back in his seat with a smile).
Curtis: Elite. From this day forth if I am to be running this ship. This network should be known as the EWN, the 'Elite Wrestling Network'.
(Curtis and Jack sit in silence to let the name sink in. Jack then let's a huge smile form on his face).
Jack: I like it. Definitely an improvement from the old name. So with that being said. If I offer you my hand for a handshake agreement will you take the deal?
(Jack rises from his chair as does Curtis. Jack then extends his hand out for a handshake. To which Curtis gladly accepts).
Curtis: Deal.
XXX
So ol Smith Jones thanks to his bitch got one up on my buddy Yoshiru. Something that he has probably been bragging about since Saturday night. That's alright though. In a fortnight or maybe sooner. He will get what he so justly deserves. My fist down his mouth.
XXX
So ol Smith Jones thanks to his bitch got one up on my buddy Yoshiru. Something that he has probably been bragging about since Saturday night. That's alright though. In a fortnight or maybe sooner. He will get what he so justly deserves. My fist down his mouth.
XXX
(Our scene opens to darkness. But soon we hear the sound of someone clapping which echoes in the surroundings).
*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*.
Voice: Give the man an academy award for the biggest cliched life in history.
(A spotlight then shines on the figure who made the comment. Standing in the spotlight dressed in his tattered jeans and black boots with a white t-shirt is Curtis Wilkes. He begins to walk around as the spotlight follows him).
Curtis: You know what I hate most in the world ladies and gentlemen? Do you know what has a tendency to make me shake with anger every time I am confronted with it? Well I'll tell you what it is. Arrogance. Scoff as you may and try to turn it back on me by telling me I should be last person talking about that. See people seem to get arrogance mixed up with confidence. Some think that my tendency to mock people is a whole lot of arrogance on my part. Oh contrary people. I mock people to have fun and break their mental psyche. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. The thing is ladies and gentlemen is that I don't bullshit you. I do my best to tell you the truth whether you like it or not. I do my best to inform the people that I fight of the faults they may not notice. Yet they get pissed at me about it. I can't help that they're faults are noticeable. Like how Brytain seems to have a dependence on Syn that borders on emotional alcoholism. Or how Dannielle Lopez brought feminism back into the modern era by dedicating her World title victory to all the women of the world for the sisterhood. Maybe even Jerry Matthews who believes he is doing the work of the lord, a mythical being that supposedly the truly brainwashed see. Or someone who's really fucked up on drugs.
(Suddenly the spotlight goes out).
Curtis: That Smith Jones is an arrogant, angry and delusional bullshit artist.
(The lights light up again and in front of us is a room that is replicated in the style of Smith Jones childhood bedroom. Near the bed is a chalk outline and a significant blood stain near the side of the bed. Curtis walks into the view of the spotlight and looks at the floor before turning to the camera).
Curtis: You chastised Yoshiru about talking and glorifying his past. So I figure why not look at yours, just to even the balance. According to what you like to tell us Mr Jones. This is the scene that is burnt into your mind, not wanting to be erased at all. This was your room, this was your bed that you hid under as your parents had another one of their fights. You hid under that bed and watched as the verbally fought. It took an unexpected turn when your mother aimed a pistol at your old man and at point blank range pumped him with bullets. As you claim, as you crawled out from under the bed, you crawled through his blood. Horrifying thought for a boy at your age then. It's at this point I wonder if you were truly pissed at your mother for doing it. Or even relieved that the old man was dead. Because based on tapes. I get mixed messages. Last week, you visited your mother and gave her a tongue lashing for doing the deed. Yet, past flashbacks shows that you would've given your heart and soul to do the deed yourself. After all, wasn't he the same father who busted your nose for you not following a simple instruction? He busted your nose for being two hours late home as a kid. Now I had a little anger when my old man used to belt my arse for not doing what he said or disobeying him. But he never busted my nose. So I'm kind of wondering if there is more to this story that meets the eye. If you loved your parents, if you had any fucking courage in that body of yours. You would've put yourself in front of either of them to protect them. Whoever the person was that was in danger. So already Smith, you've proven to be a coward to me.
(The spotlight goes out for a few seconds and when they come back on. Standing in view of us is several bikini clad women with Curtis standing in front of them).
Curtis: I guess to feel something Smith. To feel anything in terms of love and emotion. You turn to this sort of thing and that is fucking anything that breathes or has a pulse. Now before you throw a fit and give me some bullshit excuse that it's how you live your life. Please remember that we've seen the tape and the interviews. You have a weakness for women. How many women have you been through Smith? On television about two. You longed for this Jane chick in high school. So we have three on record that you have or had feelings for. Plus public one night stands all documented in promo tapes. After that number was added. Well, I literally had no fingers left to count on. Something you sure as hell outnumber me on, so congratulations on that achievement, gold star performance. If it's not that you are doing this to feel comfort in yourself Smith. Then what exactly is it? Maybe it's a sex addiction for all I know. Either way, this was your kryptonite. Women set off that sexual lust in that brain of yours and when you find the right one on a certain night. It's like hunting game for you. A game of sexual conquest. That shit belongs in high school and college Smith. Not in the grown up world. You may be able to bag women at the drop of at hat. But you sure as shit can't control that dick of yours which like the proverbial water stick. Wander around long enough and you will find something wet right Smith?
(The spotlight cuts out again for a few seconds before coming back on. Only now there's a portrait of a photograph with Smith Jones and Mya Denton kissing which sits on an easel. Above each of their heads reads the word Slag written in red).
Curtis: Oh Jones. How's it feel to be a fucking big hypocrite too? Once upon a time you cursed and carried on that love was fake, that all it led to was heartbreak. That love is not enough. So what do you do knowing that you said something to that effect? You start getting involved with Mya Denton. Kai's squeeze at the time. Now at first I thought it was going to be you acting out that all too famous song of Hump her, dump her. Similar to a blond's famous song hump me, dump me. But no, there is an actual relationship blossoming here. You've even gone to the extraordinary length of calling your partnership as S&M. Not surprising though. You probably still long for your childhood days where you get beaten with a belt and chains. Only this time you get off from it you sick bastard. Probably call Mya Mommy dearest as she beats you with a wire coat hanger. That's a story for another day though. The question I ask though is who is playing who here? Smith, you're a notorious player with the ladies as evidenced in promo tapes that you put out and Mya is willing to stab anyone in the back as long as it means being in a successful person's spotlight. She did it to Kai after all. So I'm more or less waiting to see who is going to plunge the knife in the others back. I can see why you want her though Smith as was evidenced the previous Rapture. You know you're not good enough to hang with the real athlete's and need someone's help to do so. Case in point. You knew you couldn't beat Brytain, you knew that she was simply better than you. Hell, she was better than me, at least I can admit that. You wanted every little edge you could get and so you wooed Mya thinking she could give you some inside info. Guess what though. You still lost. All you have done Smith is piss off Brytain further and put a target on your girls back. Not only that. You've made yourself emotionally weak. When Mya gets hurt, you fall to your knees in a sobbing mess. Which you will be again if she dares stick her nose in my match against you. For I will have no trouble in kicking her ass again if she wants to try me.
(The light goes off and then back on. Revealing Curtis standing by himself. Only now there appears to be blood stains on his white shirt. As we pan up. We see a gash on Curtis's forehead. An old wound opened from scar tissue. Curtis smiles as the crimson drips down his face).
Curtis: You may want to have red paint poured over you to simulate blood, I am showing that I , am prepared to go further to prove my point. To spill my own blood for image you can remember. Don't you see Smith. Whatever you do, whatever you say, whatever you can think of. I will do better than you every time without fail. For I am willing to go the extra mile to prove that I am superior to all. Which is why every fortnight people wait for me to talk first. They anticipate my every word and actions. Something that can't be said for you. There is a reason why I am known as the wolf of the Elite. I thrive on the thrill of the kill. At Rapture. I am going to prove that you are merely a mediocre wrestler who will never reach my level. So come out on television. Scream to me that I am wrong. Make your childish threats about how you'll do the same to me as you did to Yoshiru. Because on the fourteenth of September. It will be your darkest day as I choke you out and leave you in a heap. Possibly for Brytain to pick at your bones later. You know it's the truth Smith.
For I am Australian. The definition of whoop ass boyo.
Because I am Australian, it also means I am Elite.
I am Elite because I am better than you.
(Curtis spreads his arms out with his palms facing upwards).
And because you are seeing a future champion. Right here.
(The light goes out for a final time as we fade to black).