Post by sick on Sept 21, 2013 20:39:53 GMT -5
OOC: I actually had this finished last week. Unfortunately I didn't count on GTA 5 being addictive.
{Pain? Yeah I know all about it. I’ve experienced it in every form from when I started my journey into this profession. I knew from when I made the decision to be in professional wrestling that I would be hurt. That I would suffer aches and pains in my body from the physical toll. I knew that as I grew older in age it would be harder and harder to have one hundred mobility. That I knew. But I never thought that I would suffer emotionally and mentally as well. Now all of you at home are probably thinking that I am talking nonsense. But let me elaborate on this for all of you watching.
Let me start with the emotional pain first. From a very early age I learnt that I was a very emotional individual. I wore my heart on my sleeve as many would say. That’s why at an early age I was proud to display affection. I was a naive kid to think that it wouldn’t cause me any issues. Heh. That all changed when through my early career I was the target of a Marine who stopped at nothing to make me miserable. He made me so paranoid and upset that I drove a lot of people away from me. Including my girlfriend. Who in the end would become my wife after having many emotionally charged conversations about trust. Because that person pushed me so far emotionally. I found it hard to find people trustworthy and I still do in a way find it hard.
Mentally I have been tested too. About a year or two ago. I made a decision to quit smoking which was more or less a stress reliever for me. It is also has been hard lately to look at the bright side of things with where I am progressing in terms of my career. Being Elite means the world to me. Yet, when I fail in backing up my words, I feel nothing like an Elite sportsmen. I feel like a failure. I feel like I have accomplished so much and have little to show for it. My win streak I was on earlier this year, I thought things would look up for me, maybe I had done enough to convince the boys in head office that I was ready for a shot at a title. Yet, nothing was granted to me. Nothing. Beating legend after legend and I got nothing. Think of it as being in a workplace for ten to fifteen years and not receiving a promotion for your hard work. Yet those who did nothing but whinge and bitch got rewarded. Son’t tell me that you wouldn’t be sitting at home wondering where your life has taken a turn.
This past week. I had a chair wedged into my back and the pain was excruciating. I have never felt such pain like that before. If it wasn’t for the fact that my back was so messed up. I would’ve put Jones down for good. Yet I can’t say that I did. Now I have to live with the pain that I am experiencing in my back. The pain of being humiliated by Jerry and his Deacon. The pain of knowing I am being shafted further and further from the prize that I seek. The World Heavyweight title.
And that might be the most painful thing I have ever felt at this point in time}.
Curtis: I failed.
(Those are the words that are first heard as we open up to the inside of Aurora’s St Luke Medical Centre in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on a early Sunday morning. In amongst the many of the injured drunkards of the Saturday night variety. In amongst the sick and injured. The voice can be heard coming behind a white sheet that conceals a hospital bed containing Curtis Wilkes. Our cameras go to venture in. But are met with a hand of a nurse).
Nurse: I’m sorry gentlemen. But I can’t have you filming here.
(A shout from the curtain can be heard).
Curtis: Nurse it’s fine. They’re documenting my life for a biographical film. Let them inside.
(The nurse shakes her head and let’s them through. As the white sheet is peeled back. We see Curtis Wilkes laying in a hospital bed. The head rest propped up so he is semi up right. His shirt has been removed as to help the medical team with their assessment of Curt’s back injury. Soon after the camera team has arrived. Another person pops through the curtain. A person that brings a smile to Curt’s face. The camera shifts to the right to show his wife, Emma, standing there. She walks over to Curtis and gives him a hug, which through great effort, Curtis’s reciprocates).
Emma: I come to visit you and this is the place I find you in? I thought you would be warming the hot tub at the hotel.
Curtis: Yeah well, I probably wouldn’t have been able to bend down to turn on the taps. Sorry Emma, I didn’t think I would be here to be quite honest.
Emma: Neither did I. Are you okay?
Curtis: Not really.
Emma: Oh Curt.
(Emma takes a seat next Curtis and rests her head on his chest. Curtis just strokes her long silky black hair which feels like silk through his fingers).
Curtis: I think I’m nearly done with this Emma.
Emma: With what honey?
Curtis: Being a wrestler. I’m starting to think it’s not worth it anymore.
Emma: That’s why you retired the first time if I remember and for the sake of our daughter too.
Curtis: Yeah and because of that man with the golden tongue James Baker, I came back and look at what has happened now. I have jumped hoops and climbed mountains for that man. Yet I have nothing to show for it. No title shot’s at any title after the initial one against James Morrison. Now i’m being punished for my beliefs as well.
Emma: Yeah, well, not many people have understood our lifestyle choices Curt. I’ve known you since we were both sixteen. Both of us weren’t perfect. You and I bonded over the fact of our choice to have no religion in our lives. We saw with both of our eyes what happened to one our best friends thanks to her parents views based by their religion. She has never recovered from it and still has nightmares over her parent’s choice for her. Thanks to that religion.
Curtis: I’ve haven’t heard much from her. Fuck, thinking about her and what her life has possibly become now is horrifying to think of. Made me glad I didn’t follow the parent’s beliefs. That being said though Emma. I came to a decision on what I am going to do though about my career.
(Emma raises her head and looks at Curtis curiously).
Curtis: That big battle royal. Struggle for Power number four. I am officially entering myself into the match. The same match that made Syn into the main event player that he is now. I’ll even make the the bold statement now. That if I enter that match and don’t come out on top. I will officially hang up my boots.
Emma: Is that what you really want? You’re not trying to do this to hotshot your way into the picture.
Curtis: I promise you it’s not. It’s obvious that from both sides of the management spectrum. whether it was James Baker or Morgan Simmons. I, no longer matter in this company. All the talk about a level playing field, balance, integrity. It’s all a bunch of garbage. I’ve waited too long and I can’t wait any longer or waste anymore strength on a company that doesn’t give a shit about me. I want to go back to my homeland and enjoy my life with you and our daughter in peace. Something I should've said when I was first given an opportunity to come back to an ungrateful workplace.
(Curtis sighs. Hearing those words come from his own mouth hurts him even more inside. He loved PCW. This was a company that gave him a new start after his name was almost tainted by the events of CWF. Even when he broke all ties with his past associations. PCW then stood by him. They forgave him for his transgressions. That was then though. Now, he was seen as the enemy for voicing his somewhat controversial views).
Emma: You know that whatever you decide Curtis, I will stand by you. I love you no matter what.
Voice: As does any harlot would do with a sinner.
(Both Emma And Curt's eyes turn the entrance of the white sheet. There stands a young man in his early thirties dressed in a black suit with white collar. A gold Christian cross hang prominently from his neck).
Curtis: Mate...If I were you. I would vamoose before I throw you out.
Man: My name is not Mate. It is Matthew and I am here on behalf of Reverend Jerry Matthews congregation. His Wisconsin parish.
Emma: You mean there is more nut bags like him out there. The more you learn everyday. Now as my husband said. If he was you. I would kindly fuck off.
Matthew: Ah. I see you also have a filthy tongue too harlot.
(Curtis is seen getting even more furious as evidenced by his face becoming redder and redder).
Curtis: What brings you here God boy?
Matthew: I told you my name is...
Curtis: I honestly couldn't give more of a fuck what your name is right now. I may have a bad back at the moment. But it's not going to stop me from beating the snot out of you, if you do not state your business now.
(Matthew pulls out an envelope with a red seal).
Matthew: My dear Reverend has asked me to hand this to you.
(Emma snatches it out of Matthews hand and hands it to Curtis who opens it cautiously. It is a single letter directed to Curtis. Who reads it to himself).
Matthew: The letter from our good Reverend Jerry. States that he is now willing to forgive you for your sins of being an Atheist. If you are willing to forfeit your match against him at the Anarchy PPV.
(Curtis continues reading and it pretty much states just that. Curtis looks up at both his wife and Matthew, giving a little bit of a chuckle).
Curtis: Matthew huh? Reverend Jerry Matthews sent you in here to hand me a letter. Basically saying that if I surrender. He will leave me alone. Is this assumption of mine be correct?
(Matthew nods his head and Curtis sighs).
Curtis: Fine. How do you want me to prove that I have said yes? Would you like me to sign it on the bottom of the page?
Matthew: That would be much appreciated.
Curtis: But I don't seem to have a pen on me. Do you have one by chance?
Matthew: Of course.
(Matthew eagerly pulls a gold plated pen out of his front pocket and goes over to Curt's bed side pushing past Emma in eagerness. Curtis looks to take the pen. Instead though he looks at Matthew with a smile).
Curtis: Do you know what probably hurts worse than an injured back and hurt pride Matthew?
Matthew: What would that be?
(An evil smile forms on Curt's lips).
Curtis: A female Doc Marten going full force between your legs.
(Matthew has no time to stop what happens next. As Emma kicks him right between the legs in a way that would make Brett Favre proud. The sound echoes as Matthew's yells in pain before falling to the ground. Curtis swings his legs to the side of the bed and stands up in front of Matthew. He proceeds to pick him up and hunch him over on the gurney. Pushing his head forcefully down on the bed, he leans in closely to Matthew's face holding the letter in front of him with a snarl on his face).
Curtis: You're lucky Matthew that we're in a hospital and the last thing I want to do is cause a scene. You take this letter back to your Reverend and tell him the day I give up my beliefs is when I lay dead in the ground. You can also tell him that I am going to do to him what his God loves best. That is sacrificing him to his God. Now, with that said. Do me a favor and fuck off.
(Curtis places the letter into the Matthew's pants pocket before he pulls Matthew's up by his shirt collar and the seat of his pants, he then proceeds to throw him out of the area. A nurse noticing a man being thrown from the area of a patient before running off, goes to check on the patient. She finds Curtis and Emma standing up with their arms crossed and smiles on their faces).
Nurse: Is everything alright in here?
Emma: Sure. Don't mind the yell. My husband's back is a little sore is all.
Curtis: And that man who left was a crazy relative of mine. He always likes to make a scene.
(The nurse looks skeptical of this explanation but shrugs her shoulders and leaves the two alone. Both of them smile at each other).
Curtis: Nice kick.
Emma: I learnt from you teaching me how to play Aussie rules. Seems I learn from the best right.
Curtis: You could say that.
Emma: I can imagine that Jerry's going to be pretty pissed off over this.
Curtis: And you know what? I couldn't fucking care less if he is. Because I am going show him just a little preview of what he has coming to him at Anarchy.
(Curtis walks back over to his hospital bed and lays back down on it).
Curtis: I still need to be here overnight for observation, if you want to go back to the hotel and get some sleep then that's alright with me. I understand.
(Emma shakes her head no).
Emma: Not going to happen. I'm staying with you until you're cleared to go back to the hotel.
(She then sits back on the chair near Curt's bedside and holds his left hand in hers and smiles at Curtis as the scene fades).
(Several days have passed as our scene opens up to the inside of an industrial warehouse in an undisclosed location. Inside there is a lot of noise with a faint hint of welding equipment from the welders in the building. Sparks can be seen flying in every direction from grinders being used on steel. As we venture further into the warehouse. A room with a door is noticeably opened. Inside the room on the floor appears to be a large object covered in a black cloth. Soon the door can be heard closing. Our cameras sharply turn around to see Curtis is the one who has entered dressed in black Punisher Skull t-shirt and jeans with his black hair flowing freely in the air conditioned room. He walks over to the front of the cloth and faces the camera ready to speak).
Curtis: We all feel pain sometimes. It's inevitable that we will feel it. Not just in it's physical form. We also can feel it emotionally and mentally too. Many believe that pain is simply the mind sending signals to nerves to get you to react. It is also proven that we can withstand pain by simply swearing as we feel it. Let me tell you folks at home. I have done a lot of that in the last few days. As I'm sure everyone has seen now thanks to the magic of television. Jerry Matthews took the opportunity in the guise of being compliant to a tag team. To have his....minion? Disciple? Bitch? Whatever he wants to call him. Attack me from behind. Not only attack me from behind. But jam a chair into my spine causing me immense pain that is still going as I speak. Now. One may think that I am that I am going to call him a despicable for taking a cheap shot at me. No folks. I actually am going to say to him. Well done Jerry. Well done in getting in the first physical shot in our little spat. I hope you enjoyed getting the first lick in.
For doing so, you've committed your first mistake. Pissing me off royally.
(Curtis let's out a frustrated sigh).
Curtis: I don't get this lads. Here I was minding my own business and you have the gall to single me out to call upon. At first I wondered long and hard as to the exact reason. Then it hit me. Jerry, you wanted to have an opportunity to chase for the World title. Which is fair enough. You then had a revelation as to how you could do it and that is calling me out. My Atheism is only a little bit of fuel to the fire that burns inside of your body. But...but Jerry, I find it hypocritical that you say I am a sinner. When right by your side. You took into your congregation a thief. A home invader who wrecked so many lives of parents and children with his actions. Not only that, you failed to call the police. Now, correct me if I am wrong boys. Isn't there a commandment that states 'thou shalt not steal'. So why did you welcome him with open arms? See this is what pisses me off about religion but Christianity in general. You're quick to wave your finger at me and say I'll burn in hell. Yet. You let people who have questionable. *ahem*. Relations in terms of kids, roam free and when they get caught red handed, you protect them. No punishments. You just keep it in within the church.
See why I don't care about your religion.
You can breathe a sigh of relief though Mr Matthews. For you are not going to be the main focus of my punishment that I am going to dish out. Your execution date is already set in stone for the PPV and I have already devised a match that will make both of us happy. Something I will reveal to you at the Rapture show. I will let Yoshiru have his fun with you first.
Jeremiah though. Let's just say that you are the one who has drawn the shortest straw of the two. See, you are the one who is sworn to protect Matthews from harm. You are his right hand man. You're the one who hurt my back with that chair shot. Now, I wonder if he didn't have you by his side at the PPV if he would be full of piss and vinegar in wanting to destroy me. Probably not. For your efforts. He keeps you safe from harm. He protects you. From prosecution for robbing families of their hard earned valuables. I bet you didn't even have the guts to apologize to those you hurt either. Tell me otherwise if I am wrong Jeremiah. To me. Even though you claim to be reformed as a man of the cloth. I will always view you as your victims that you caused pain to. That is scum. You are the lowest form of life that walks.
(Curtis then chuckles a little before continuing).
Curtis: That is going to change soon enough though. Unfortunately for you. I am focused on destroying you. Matthews time is coming. You however need to be erased out of the picture first and I will do just that. See, while Yoshiru is busy fighting your trusted leader. I am going to take the opportunity to maim you in such a way that you will not be able to walk out of the Rapture without the aid of the paramedics. I am going to injure you in such a way that will make my back injury seem like a scratch in comparison. Remember Jeremiah. For every action. There is an equal or opposite reaction. You injured me and I am sure as hell going to give you a receipt for it. So if I were you and your minister. I'd be praying to whatever ghost you fucking worship to save your ass from the violence I am going to joyfully inflict on you. This time I may be short on words. But trust me. My actions will speak clearer to both of you.
For I am Australian. The definition of whoop ass fellas.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
Because I am an Atheist and Elite. It simply means I'm better than you.
May God have mercy on your souls. Because the Elite sure as hell won't.
(Curtis switches off the camera leaving us with static before fading to black).
Pain-1. An unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of injury, disease, or emotional disorder.
{Pain? Yeah I know all about it. I’ve experienced it in every form from when I started my journey into this profession. I knew from when I made the decision to be in professional wrestling that I would be hurt. That I would suffer aches and pains in my body from the physical toll. I knew that as I grew older in age it would be harder and harder to have one hundred mobility. That I knew. But I never thought that I would suffer emotionally and mentally as well. Now all of you at home are probably thinking that I am talking nonsense. But let me elaborate on this for all of you watching.
Let me start with the emotional pain first. From a very early age I learnt that I was a very emotional individual. I wore my heart on my sleeve as many would say. That’s why at an early age I was proud to display affection. I was a naive kid to think that it wouldn’t cause me any issues. Heh. That all changed when through my early career I was the target of a Marine who stopped at nothing to make me miserable. He made me so paranoid and upset that I drove a lot of people away from me. Including my girlfriend. Who in the end would become my wife after having many emotionally charged conversations about trust. Because that person pushed me so far emotionally. I found it hard to find people trustworthy and I still do in a way find it hard.
Mentally I have been tested too. About a year or two ago. I made a decision to quit smoking which was more or less a stress reliever for me. It is also has been hard lately to look at the bright side of things with where I am progressing in terms of my career. Being Elite means the world to me. Yet, when I fail in backing up my words, I feel nothing like an Elite sportsmen. I feel like a failure. I feel like I have accomplished so much and have little to show for it. My win streak I was on earlier this year, I thought things would look up for me, maybe I had done enough to convince the boys in head office that I was ready for a shot at a title. Yet, nothing was granted to me. Nothing. Beating legend after legend and I got nothing. Think of it as being in a workplace for ten to fifteen years and not receiving a promotion for your hard work. Yet those who did nothing but whinge and bitch got rewarded. Son’t tell me that you wouldn’t be sitting at home wondering where your life has taken a turn.
This past week. I had a chair wedged into my back and the pain was excruciating. I have never felt such pain like that before. If it wasn’t for the fact that my back was so messed up. I would’ve put Jones down for good. Yet I can’t say that I did. Now I have to live with the pain that I am experiencing in my back. The pain of being humiliated by Jerry and his Deacon. The pain of knowing I am being shafted further and further from the prize that I seek. The World Heavyweight title.
And that might be the most painful thing I have ever felt at this point in time}.
Curtis: I failed.
(Those are the words that are first heard as we open up to the inside of Aurora’s St Luke Medical Centre in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on a early Sunday morning. In amongst the many of the injured drunkards of the Saturday night variety. In amongst the sick and injured. The voice can be heard coming behind a white sheet that conceals a hospital bed containing Curtis Wilkes. Our cameras go to venture in. But are met with a hand of a nurse).
Nurse: I’m sorry gentlemen. But I can’t have you filming here.
(A shout from the curtain can be heard).
Curtis: Nurse it’s fine. They’re documenting my life for a biographical film. Let them inside.
(The nurse shakes her head and let’s them through. As the white sheet is peeled back. We see Curtis Wilkes laying in a hospital bed. The head rest propped up so he is semi up right. His shirt has been removed as to help the medical team with their assessment of Curt’s back injury. Soon after the camera team has arrived. Another person pops through the curtain. A person that brings a smile to Curt’s face. The camera shifts to the right to show his wife, Emma, standing there. She walks over to Curtis and gives him a hug, which through great effort, Curtis’s reciprocates).
Emma: I come to visit you and this is the place I find you in? I thought you would be warming the hot tub at the hotel.
Curtis: Yeah well, I probably wouldn’t have been able to bend down to turn on the taps. Sorry Emma, I didn’t think I would be here to be quite honest.
Emma: Neither did I. Are you okay?
Curtis: Not really.
Emma: Oh Curt.
(Emma takes a seat next Curtis and rests her head on his chest. Curtis just strokes her long silky black hair which feels like silk through his fingers).
Curtis: I think I’m nearly done with this Emma.
Emma: With what honey?
Curtis: Being a wrestler. I’m starting to think it’s not worth it anymore.
Emma: That’s why you retired the first time if I remember and for the sake of our daughter too.
Curtis: Yeah and because of that man with the golden tongue James Baker, I came back and look at what has happened now. I have jumped hoops and climbed mountains for that man. Yet I have nothing to show for it. No title shot’s at any title after the initial one against James Morrison. Now i’m being punished for my beliefs as well.
Emma: Yeah, well, not many people have understood our lifestyle choices Curt. I’ve known you since we were both sixteen. Both of us weren’t perfect. You and I bonded over the fact of our choice to have no religion in our lives. We saw with both of our eyes what happened to one our best friends thanks to her parents views based by their religion. She has never recovered from it and still has nightmares over her parent’s choice for her. Thanks to that religion.
Curtis: I’ve haven’t heard much from her. Fuck, thinking about her and what her life has possibly become now is horrifying to think of. Made me glad I didn’t follow the parent’s beliefs. That being said though Emma. I came to a decision on what I am going to do though about my career.
(Emma raises her head and looks at Curtis curiously).
Curtis: That big battle royal. Struggle for Power number four. I am officially entering myself into the match. The same match that made Syn into the main event player that he is now. I’ll even make the the bold statement now. That if I enter that match and don’t come out on top. I will officially hang up my boots.
Emma: Is that what you really want? You’re not trying to do this to hotshot your way into the picture.
Curtis: I promise you it’s not. It’s obvious that from both sides of the management spectrum. whether it was James Baker or Morgan Simmons. I, no longer matter in this company. All the talk about a level playing field, balance, integrity. It’s all a bunch of garbage. I’ve waited too long and I can’t wait any longer or waste anymore strength on a company that doesn’t give a shit about me. I want to go back to my homeland and enjoy my life with you and our daughter in peace. Something I should've said when I was first given an opportunity to come back to an ungrateful workplace.
(Curtis sighs. Hearing those words come from his own mouth hurts him even more inside. He loved PCW. This was a company that gave him a new start after his name was almost tainted by the events of CWF. Even when he broke all ties with his past associations. PCW then stood by him. They forgave him for his transgressions. That was then though. Now, he was seen as the enemy for voicing his somewhat controversial views).
Emma: You know that whatever you decide Curtis, I will stand by you. I love you no matter what.
Voice: As does any harlot would do with a sinner.
(Both Emma And Curt's eyes turn the entrance of the white sheet. There stands a young man in his early thirties dressed in a black suit with white collar. A gold Christian cross hang prominently from his neck).
Curtis: Mate...If I were you. I would vamoose before I throw you out.
Man: My name is not Mate. It is Matthew and I am here on behalf of Reverend Jerry Matthews congregation. His Wisconsin parish.
Emma: You mean there is more nut bags like him out there. The more you learn everyday. Now as my husband said. If he was you. I would kindly fuck off.
Matthew: Ah. I see you also have a filthy tongue too harlot.
(Curtis is seen getting even more furious as evidenced by his face becoming redder and redder).
Curtis: What brings you here God boy?
Matthew: I told you my name is...
Curtis: I honestly couldn't give more of a fuck what your name is right now. I may have a bad back at the moment. But it's not going to stop me from beating the snot out of you, if you do not state your business now.
(Matthew pulls out an envelope with a red seal).
Matthew: My dear Reverend has asked me to hand this to you.
(Emma snatches it out of Matthews hand and hands it to Curtis who opens it cautiously. It is a single letter directed to Curtis. Who reads it to himself).
Matthew: The letter from our good Reverend Jerry. States that he is now willing to forgive you for your sins of being an Atheist. If you are willing to forfeit your match against him at the Anarchy PPV.
(Curtis continues reading and it pretty much states just that. Curtis looks up at both his wife and Matthew, giving a little bit of a chuckle).
Curtis: Matthew huh? Reverend Jerry Matthews sent you in here to hand me a letter. Basically saying that if I surrender. He will leave me alone. Is this assumption of mine be correct?
(Matthew nods his head and Curtis sighs).
Curtis: Fine. How do you want me to prove that I have said yes? Would you like me to sign it on the bottom of the page?
Matthew: That would be much appreciated.
Curtis: But I don't seem to have a pen on me. Do you have one by chance?
Matthew: Of course.
(Matthew eagerly pulls a gold plated pen out of his front pocket and goes over to Curt's bed side pushing past Emma in eagerness. Curtis looks to take the pen. Instead though he looks at Matthew with a smile).
Curtis: Do you know what probably hurts worse than an injured back and hurt pride Matthew?
Matthew: What would that be?
(An evil smile forms on Curt's lips).
Curtis: A female Doc Marten going full force between your legs.
(Matthew has no time to stop what happens next. As Emma kicks him right between the legs in a way that would make Brett Favre proud. The sound echoes as Matthew's yells in pain before falling to the ground. Curtis swings his legs to the side of the bed and stands up in front of Matthew. He proceeds to pick him up and hunch him over on the gurney. Pushing his head forcefully down on the bed, he leans in closely to Matthew's face holding the letter in front of him with a snarl on his face).
Curtis: You're lucky Matthew that we're in a hospital and the last thing I want to do is cause a scene. You take this letter back to your Reverend and tell him the day I give up my beliefs is when I lay dead in the ground. You can also tell him that I am going to do to him what his God loves best. That is sacrificing him to his God. Now, with that said. Do me a favor and fuck off.
(Curtis places the letter into the Matthew's pants pocket before he pulls Matthew's up by his shirt collar and the seat of his pants, he then proceeds to throw him out of the area. A nurse noticing a man being thrown from the area of a patient before running off, goes to check on the patient. She finds Curtis and Emma standing up with their arms crossed and smiles on their faces).
Nurse: Is everything alright in here?
Emma: Sure. Don't mind the yell. My husband's back is a little sore is all.
Curtis: And that man who left was a crazy relative of mine. He always likes to make a scene.
(The nurse looks skeptical of this explanation but shrugs her shoulders and leaves the two alone. Both of them smile at each other).
Curtis: Nice kick.
Emma: I learnt from you teaching me how to play Aussie rules. Seems I learn from the best right.
Curtis: You could say that.
Emma: I can imagine that Jerry's going to be pretty pissed off over this.
Curtis: And you know what? I couldn't fucking care less if he is. Because I am going show him just a little preview of what he has coming to him at Anarchy.
(Curtis walks back over to his hospital bed and lays back down on it).
Curtis: I still need to be here overnight for observation, if you want to go back to the hotel and get some sleep then that's alright with me. I understand.
(Emma shakes her head no).
Emma: Not going to happen. I'm staying with you until you're cleared to go back to the hotel.
(She then sits back on the chair near Curt's bedside and holds his left hand in hers and smiles at Curtis as the scene fades).
XXX
Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah. You view me as the devil for my beliefs. You attacked me and left me laying. Be careful in pissing off the devil. He shows no mercy on his tormentors.
XXX
Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah. You view me as the devil for my beliefs. You attacked me and left me laying. Be careful in pissing off the devil. He shows no mercy on his tormentors.
XXX
(Several days have passed as our scene opens up to the inside of an industrial warehouse in an undisclosed location. Inside there is a lot of noise with a faint hint of welding equipment from the welders in the building. Sparks can be seen flying in every direction from grinders being used on steel. As we venture further into the warehouse. A room with a door is noticeably opened. Inside the room on the floor appears to be a large object covered in a black cloth. Soon the door can be heard closing. Our cameras sharply turn around to see Curtis is the one who has entered dressed in black Punisher Skull t-shirt and jeans with his black hair flowing freely in the air conditioned room. He walks over to the front of the cloth and faces the camera ready to speak).
Curtis: We all feel pain sometimes. It's inevitable that we will feel it. Not just in it's physical form. We also can feel it emotionally and mentally too. Many believe that pain is simply the mind sending signals to nerves to get you to react. It is also proven that we can withstand pain by simply swearing as we feel it. Let me tell you folks at home. I have done a lot of that in the last few days. As I'm sure everyone has seen now thanks to the magic of television. Jerry Matthews took the opportunity in the guise of being compliant to a tag team. To have his....minion? Disciple? Bitch? Whatever he wants to call him. Attack me from behind. Not only attack me from behind. But jam a chair into my spine causing me immense pain that is still going as I speak. Now. One may think that I am that I am going to call him a despicable for taking a cheap shot at me. No folks. I actually am going to say to him. Well done Jerry. Well done in getting in the first physical shot in our little spat. I hope you enjoyed getting the first lick in.
For doing so, you've committed your first mistake. Pissing me off royally.
(Curtis let's out a frustrated sigh).
Curtis: I don't get this lads. Here I was minding my own business and you have the gall to single me out to call upon. At first I wondered long and hard as to the exact reason. Then it hit me. Jerry, you wanted to have an opportunity to chase for the World title. Which is fair enough. You then had a revelation as to how you could do it and that is calling me out. My Atheism is only a little bit of fuel to the fire that burns inside of your body. But...but Jerry, I find it hypocritical that you say I am a sinner. When right by your side. You took into your congregation a thief. A home invader who wrecked so many lives of parents and children with his actions. Not only that, you failed to call the police. Now, correct me if I am wrong boys. Isn't there a commandment that states 'thou shalt not steal'. So why did you welcome him with open arms? See this is what pisses me off about religion but Christianity in general. You're quick to wave your finger at me and say I'll burn in hell. Yet. You let people who have questionable. *ahem*. Relations in terms of kids, roam free and when they get caught red handed, you protect them. No punishments. You just keep it in within the church.
See why I don't care about your religion.
You can breathe a sigh of relief though Mr Matthews. For you are not going to be the main focus of my punishment that I am going to dish out. Your execution date is already set in stone for the PPV and I have already devised a match that will make both of us happy. Something I will reveal to you at the Rapture show. I will let Yoshiru have his fun with you first.
Jeremiah though. Let's just say that you are the one who has drawn the shortest straw of the two. See, you are the one who is sworn to protect Matthews from harm. You are his right hand man. You're the one who hurt my back with that chair shot. Now, I wonder if he didn't have you by his side at the PPV if he would be full of piss and vinegar in wanting to destroy me. Probably not. For your efforts. He keeps you safe from harm. He protects you. From prosecution for robbing families of their hard earned valuables. I bet you didn't even have the guts to apologize to those you hurt either. Tell me otherwise if I am wrong Jeremiah. To me. Even though you claim to be reformed as a man of the cloth. I will always view you as your victims that you caused pain to. That is scum. You are the lowest form of life that walks.
(Curtis then chuckles a little before continuing).
Curtis: That is going to change soon enough though. Unfortunately for you. I am focused on destroying you. Matthews time is coming. You however need to be erased out of the picture first and I will do just that. See, while Yoshiru is busy fighting your trusted leader. I am going to take the opportunity to maim you in such a way that you will not be able to walk out of the Rapture without the aid of the paramedics. I am going to injure you in such a way that will make my back injury seem like a scratch in comparison. Remember Jeremiah. For every action. There is an equal or opposite reaction. You injured me and I am sure as hell going to give you a receipt for it. So if I were you and your minister. I'd be praying to whatever ghost you fucking worship to save your ass from the violence I am going to joyfully inflict on you. This time I may be short on words. But trust me. My actions will speak clearer to both of you.
For I am Australian. The definition of whoop ass fellas.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
Because I am an Atheist and Elite. It simply means I'm better than you.
May God have mercy on your souls. Because the Elite sure as hell won't.
(Curtis switches off the camera leaving us with static before fading to black).