Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Apr 19, 2013 22:13:36 GMT -6
*We open hearing Ace Hood's "Bugatti" thumping with mad bass and we see Curtis driving and bobbing his head.*
Curtis: Yeah dawg, uh huh. Feel that bass!
*Curtis continues to drive and makes a few turns.*
Curtis: You see, I ain't feelin' too grand right now. I ain't doin' to good, I feel like I might...I don't know...snap? I lost...again. I lost to ring rusted Phillip Burns, I lost to old man Gib, I lost to guy who's been gone Rob Diamond, but they're all former world champions. That's fine, I mean it sucks, but it's fine. They are warriors. Warriors! But attached to Rob was Lord Dominicus! That pissant piece of crap! I lost to fraking Lord Dominicus! There is a "W" over me with Lord Dominicus' name on it. Hell naw! That cannot stand, that will not stand!
*The chorus kicks in and Curtis dips his head to the beat.*
Curtis: I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI! I don't even know what that means, but I feel it. I feel what he's saying. He will not be held down under the oppressive thumb of his peers! He will not just lay down and watch them walk all over him! He will wake up in his new Bugatti! And damnit, so will I! Lord Dominicus McHappy Pants is no threat to me, nor to the mighty one. I appreciate some fun and games, and all, but Lord Dominicus has taken it too far. I know I'm going to have to work my ass off to make this a good fight for Thor to appreciate. But I will make it so. I refuse, straight up, to suffer two losses in a row to Lord freakkn' Dominicus!
*Curtis drives a little faster with the anger burning in his eyes.*
Curtis: But that is not enough. Beating Lord Dominicus, or Valhalla forbid, losing to Lord Dominicus will not be my last impression on NCW before the doors close on this company and my career. It's game time, it's fourth quarter, fourth down, less than two minutes on the clock, and time for that hail mary pass. Drastic measures must be taken. I've heard the word of Thor whispered to me in my sleep. I know what I must do, I know how to appease him and to achieve my goals. I will have my new Bugatti, and ain't no one going to stop me!
*Curtis screeches to a stop and, parks the car. The song ends and "Call Me Maybe" starts to play. Curtis quickly scrambles to unhook the ipod from the car.*
Curtis: Whoops, eh heh, my uh, my wife's songs must have gotten mixed in here.
*Curtis puts down the ipod and exits the car, and we see has arrived at...a dojo? Curtis enters the doors and is looking around. He sees a long haired, 5'oclock shadowed elderly teenager practicing some tai kwan do.*
Curtis: Sonny boy!
*Upon closer inspection, it is indeed Curtis Kanyon's son Pedro Kanyon.*
Curtis: A few weeks out from your twentieth birthday! Time goes by so fast. When I started wrestling, you were only ten. My how times have changed. You've grown into a man! A buff, awesome looking man!
Pedro: Thanks pops. Please don't embarrass me here.
Curtis: Oh, can't embarrass my baby boy in front of all his friends, huh? C'mere you!
*Curtis puts Pedro in a headlock and gives him a noogie.*
Pedro: Dad, Dad, stop.
*Curtis lets him go and pats him on the back.*
Curtis: All right, all right, you loveable scamp you! I'm just so proud you're out and being all athletic and stuff and not some computer nerd who spends all his time at home in the basement.
Pedro: Well, it's in the blood you know.
Curtis: Damn right I know! And Thor knows too! And he'll be watching over you just as he watches over me.
Pedro: Dad, you know I don't believe in Thor. How's it going with your group.
Curtis: Well, I can't find Howdy, but I got in touch with Kingsley and Daniels, and we'll be having a beer tonight and talking things out. And you will believe in Thor some day. Anyway, I'm here to support my boy! See you in action in this little tournament thingy.
Pedro: Thanks Dad. Mom and Pepito are already over in the stands, where the spectators are supposed to be. And can you have the cameras not film me fighting please?
Curtis: Don't be shy of the camera boy, ratings equals money, and you need a camera to have something to rate. But I'll make sure I'm done before you start.
Pedro: Thanks pops.
*Curtis pats his son on the shoulder and starts walking away. He looks into the camera.*
Curtis: See that, that's my boy! Now, I don't have to tell you that I need to win matches to put money on the table. We all know I already have an iron clad contract and will be making money long after NCW's doors close. Hmmm...maybe that has something to do with it going away? Naw. Anyway, I don't need to win anything for my family, my family is safe and set for the rest of my grand kids lives. I'm about winning for my legacy. I'm about making an impact for my legacy. Because when NCW is dead, I'm retired. And when people look back, what will they remember? A crazy SOB who was the world champion for a few minutes? The best tag team wrestler the world has ever seen? Or some guy on a losing streak all the way to the end? I ain't going out like that. When I'm dead and gone and some wrestling company that buys the NCW library is playing my highlight reel, they will surely be putting in what happens in this last month. Whatever I make happen, it will cement my legacy, it will be remembered forever. I ain't going out like a chump, you better believe that. And it starts with Dominicus. I'm not going to bull**** any of you, right now, I'm just going to straight up tell you, I will be beating the **** out of Lord Dominicus. I will have my Bugatti! So deal with it. For I am the worthy, and I am worthy of greatness.
*Curtis walks away from the camera and climbs the stands, meeting with his lovely wife Esmeralda and there little baby Pepito in a stroller. The scene fades.*
Curtis: Yeah dawg, uh huh. Feel that bass!
*Curtis continues to drive and makes a few turns.*
Curtis: You see, I ain't feelin' too grand right now. I ain't doin' to good, I feel like I might...I don't know...snap? I lost...again. I lost to ring rusted Phillip Burns, I lost to old man Gib, I lost to guy who's been gone Rob Diamond, but they're all former world champions. That's fine, I mean it sucks, but it's fine. They are warriors. Warriors! But attached to Rob was Lord Dominicus! That pissant piece of crap! I lost to fraking Lord Dominicus! There is a "W" over me with Lord Dominicus' name on it. Hell naw! That cannot stand, that will not stand!
*The chorus kicks in and Curtis dips his head to the beat.*
Curtis: I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI! I don't even know what that means, but I feel it. I feel what he's saying. He will not be held down under the oppressive thumb of his peers! He will not just lay down and watch them walk all over him! He will wake up in his new Bugatti! And damnit, so will I! Lord Dominicus McHappy Pants is no threat to me, nor to the mighty one. I appreciate some fun and games, and all, but Lord Dominicus has taken it too far. I know I'm going to have to work my ass off to make this a good fight for Thor to appreciate. But I will make it so. I refuse, straight up, to suffer two losses in a row to Lord freakkn' Dominicus!
*Curtis drives a little faster with the anger burning in his eyes.*
Curtis: But that is not enough. Beating Lord Dominicus, or Valhalla forbid, losing to Lord Dominicus will not be my last impression on NCW before the doors close on this company and my career. It's game time, it's fourth quarter, fourth down, less than two minutes on the clock, and time for that hail mary pass. Drastic measures must be taken. I've heard the word of Thor whispered to me in my sleep. I know what I must do, I know how to appease him and to achieve my goals. I will have my new Bugatti, and ain't no one going to stop me!
*Curtis screeches to a stop and, parks the car. The song ends and "Call Me Maybe" starts to play. Curtis quickly scrambles to unhook the ipod from the car.*
Curtis: Whoops, eh heh, my uh, my wife's songs must have gotten mixed in here.
*Curtis puts down the ipod and exits the car, and we see has arrived at...a dojo? Curtis enters the doors and is looking around. He sees a long haired, 5'oclock shadowed elderly teenager practicing some tai kwan do.*
Curtis: Sonny boy!
*Upon closer inspection, it is indeed Curtis Kanyon's son Pedro Kanyon.*
Curtis: A few weeks out from your twentieth birthday! Time goes by so fast. When I started wrestling, you were only ten. My how times have changed. You've grown into a man! A buff, awesome looking man!
Pedro: Thanks pops. Please don't embarrass me here.
Curtis: Oh, can't embarrass my baby boy in front of all his friends, huh? C'mere you!
*Curtis puts Pedro in a headlock and gives him a noogie.*
Pedro: Dad, Dad, stop.
*Curtis lets him go and pats him on the back.*
Curtis: All right, all right, you loveable scamp you! I'm just so proud you're out and being all athletic and stuff and not some computer nerd who spends all his time at home in the basement.
Pedro: Well, it's in the blood you know.
Curtis: Damn right I know! And Thor knows too! And he'll be watching over you just as he watches over me.
Pedro: Dad, you know I don't believe in Thor. How's it going with your group.
Curtis: Well, I can't find Howdy, but I got in touch with Kingsley and Daniels, and we'll be having a beer tonight and talking things out. And you will believe in Thor some day. Anyway, I'm here to support my boy! See you in action in this little tournament thingy.
Pedro: Thanks Dad. Mom and Pepito are already over in the stands, where the spectators are supposed to be. And can you have the cameras not film me fighting please?
Curtis: Don't be shy of the camera boy, ratings equals money, and you need a camera to have something to rate. But I'll make sure I'm done before you start.
Pedro: Thanks pops.
*Curtis pats his son on the shoulder and starts walking away. He looks into the camera.*
Curtis: See that, that's my boy! Now, I don't have to tell you that I need to win matches to put money on the table. We all know I already have an iron clad contract and will be making money long after NCW's doors close. Hmmm...maybe that has something to do with it going away? Naw. Anyway, I don't need to win anything for my family, my family is safe and set for the rest of my grand kids lives. I'm about winning for my legacy. I'm about making an impact for my legacy. Because when NCW is dead, I'm retired. And when people look back, what will they remember? A crazy SOB who was the world champion for a few minutes? The best tag team wrestler the world has ever seen? Or some guy on a losing streak all the way to the end? I ain't going out like that. When I'm dead and gone and some wrestling company that buys the NCW library is playing my highlight reel, they will surely be putting in what happens in this last month. Whatever I make happen, it will cement my legacy, it will be remembered forever. I ain't going out like a chump, you better believe that. And it starts with Dominicus. I'm not going to bull**** any of you, right now, I'm just going to straight up tell you, I will be beating the **** out of Lord Dominicus. I will have my Bugatti! So deal with it. For I am the worthy, and I am worthy of greatness.
*Curtis walks away from the camera and climbs the stands, meeting with his lovely wife Esmeralda and there little baby Pepito in a stroller. The scene fades.*