Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on May 4, 2013 18:18:17 GMT -6
*We open on Curtis D. Kanyon, sitting on his throne, alone in his locker room. He looks around with a scowl on his face at the emptyness around him.*
Curtis: I don't need thos fake followers anymore.
*Curtis takes a deep breath and looks at the camera.*
Curtis: I despise The Ace. He's been dodging me for too long! And now, with my good buddy Adam behind me, he's finally realized there's no where to run and finally gone on the offensive. Well touche Mr. Ace for getting the drop on Knitely Bangs. If this where a year ago, before you and I had our epic match at A Night to Remember, before the All Mighty One spoke to me in the final moments of that match, I would take this tag team match opportunity to beat you. Just lay the smackdown you know? Because you have to be there, it's a tag match, your my partner. I would have played the honorable warrior card up until the show, got you in the ring, and then broken you in half before leaving you for our opposing team to pick the bones. I would have done that, but I'm telling you all this because I'm not going to do it. I want to, with every fiber of my being, I want to so bad! But I won't. Not because you want me to, not because we have a good chance at beating our opponents, and not because I want to go against the grain of the cliche enemies on a team thing. It's because I have a different purpose since last year, and I cannot in good conscious rob Thor of a battle this good.
*Curtis smirks a little. Then he looks around the room and again turns a frown.*
Curtis: Me with my enemy, against two recent enemies, who in turn are also enemies of each other! The hatred and rage boiling over in this match is going to cause one hel of a fight, and that is just too good of an offering to the Mighty Thor.
*Curtis stands up.*
Curtis: You see Acey poo, every minute that I stand on the apron while you wrestle in the ring, I'm going to be stewing in my hatred for you, building up that rage. That fire and intensity that can only be released by punching another man in the face. And when I get that tag, as bad as I want to unload it on your cowardly ass, I'm going to destroy our opponents with that rage. And while I' in the ring and you're out on that apron, I will look over at you, and recharge my anger, only making our opponents suffer even more. Normally, I'd feel sorry for the poor saps who have to take the pain I'm dishing out in your name, but this time, I don't. We're facing Rob and Simon, two guys I used to be cool with, two guys who over the past two months, managed to piss me the hel off and then got the better of me on PPV. I get to get a little revenge here. A little retribution if you will. So while you see up close just how much rage you inspire in me, they get to feel the physical pain from a man obsessed and looking for payback. On paper, this probably looks like a ****ty scenario for everyone involved, but for me, here in my crazy brain, this all makes sense. This is all perfect. This is right where I want to be!
*Curtis balls up his fists and looks up to the heavens as he shouts. He then lowers his arms and gets somber again.*
Curtis: I'll man up for a second, I picked three warriors for Thor to help me bring honor to his name. And they failed. So in turn, I failed. I have to make it up to the thunder god, and this is the perfect opportunity.
*Curtis lowers his head and shame and shakes it before looking at the camera again.*
Curtis: Let me tell ya, Rob Diamond, I helped mold him into the man he is. When I was running with Adam, he was laying with Adam's sis, and we were all cool with it, and I showed Rob a thing or two and then he went on to be a world champ. But he left, then he came back, and now he's looking for that last burst of fame before the doors close. Well hel, I made him famous on the last PPV, and he ended up getting the better of me after a damn good fight, and I respect that. But just because I respect it don't mean I like to lose, I'm here to make a statement, and this match let's me rectify this prior loss to Rob. Beating the fluff out of Rob and reminding him just who the hel I am now that I've dropped six hundred pounds of dead weight is just what I need to get back in the right frame of mind. No Mr. Happy, no Obsidian pretending to be Thor, an arrogant and dis-likeable partner on each of our ends of the ring. Now is retribution time for me.
*Curtis waves a finger in the air.*
Curtis: But not just with Rob. His partner, that little douche nugget Simon. Being carried upon the back of Gib for over two hundred days. Don t get me wrong, Simon is a good athlete, he can go, but there is no way he would have survived our last match if it wasn't for Gib. Even with my band of hapless misfits. But alas, it did happen and Simon too holds a recent win over me. Respect it, don't like it. I will rectify that loss with this match too. If this were chess, I'd have the perfect set up. All the pieces are in the right place, I just have to make the right move for checkmate.
*Curtis walks over to the round table and brushes off the top with his hand.*
Curtis: This is go time, we now have less than a month until these doors close. I have to complete the mission I have been on for the past six months. I will make The Ace piss his pants in fear while I earn my shot at him by trouncing two of the men who recently got one over on me. I will earn my shot, I will earn my belt, and I will make the Mighty One proud. Because I am the Breaker of Worlds. I am the ****ing worthy! You will all be under my boot when this night is over!
*Curtis walks away from the camera as the scene fades out.*
Curtis: I don't need thos fake followers anymore.
*Curtis takes a deep breath and looks at the camera.*
Curtis: I despise The Ace. He's been dodging me for too long! And now, with my good buddy Adam behind me, he's finally realized there's no where to run and finally gone on the offensive. Well touche Mr. Ace for getting the drop on Knitely Bangs. If this where a year ago, before you and I had our epic match at A Night to Remember, before the All Mighty One spoke to me in the final moments of that match, I would take this tag team match opportunity to beat you. Just lay the smackdown you know? Because you have to be there, it's a tag match, your my partner. I would have played the honorable warrior card up until the show, got you in the ring, and then broken you in half before leaving you for our opposing team to pick the bones. I would have done that, but I'm telling you all this because I'm not going to do it. I want to, with every fiber of my being, I want to so bad! But I won't. Not because you want me to, not because we have a good chance at beating our opponents, and not because I want to go against the grain of the cliche enemies on a team thing. It's because I have a different purpose since last year, and I cannot in good conscious rob Thor of a battle this good.
*Curtis smirks a little. Then he looks around the room and again turns a frown.*
Curtis: Me with my enemy, against two recent enemies, who in turn are also enemies of each other! The hatred and rage boiling over in this match is going to cause one hel of a fight, and that is just too good of an offering to the Mighty Thor.
*Curtis stands up.*
Curtis: You see Acey poo, every minute that I stand on the apron while you wrestle in the ring, I'm going to be stewing in my hatred for you, building up that rage. That fire and intensity that can only be released by punching another man in the face. And when I get that tag, as bad as I want to unload it on your cowardly ass, I'm going to destroy our opponents with that rage. And while I' in the ring and you're out on that apron, I will look over at you, and recharge my anger, only making our opponents suffer even more. Normally, I'd feel sorry for the poor saps who have to take the pain I'm dishing out in your name, but this time, I don't. We're facing Rob and Simon, two guys I used to be cool with, two guys who over the past two months, managed to piss me the hel off and then got the better of me on PPV. I get to get a little revenge here. A little retribution if you will. So while you see up close just how much rage you inspire in me, they get to feel the physical pain from a man obsessed and looking for payback. On paper, this probably looks like a ****ty scenario for everyone involved, but for me, here in my crazy brain, this all makes sense. This is all perfect. This is right where I want to be!
*Curtis balls up his fists and looks up to the heavens as he shouts. He then lowers his arms and gets somber again.*
Curtis: I'll man up for a second, I picked three warriors for Thor to help me bring honor to his name. And they failed. So in turn, I failed. I have to make it up to the thunder god, and this is the perfect opportunity.
*Curtis lowers his head and shame and shakes it before looking at the camera again.*
Curtis: Let me tell ya, Rob Diamond, I helped mold him into the man he is. When I was running with Adam, he was laying with Adam's sis, and we were all cool with it, and I showed Rob a thing or two and then he went on to be a world champ. But he left, then he came back, and now he's looking for that last burst of fame before the doors close. Well hel, I made him famous on the last PPV, and he ended up getting the better of me after a damn good fight, and I respect that. But just because I respect it don't mean I like to lose, I'm here to make a statement, and this match let's me rectify this prior loss to Rob. Beating the fluff out of Rob and reminding him just who the hel I am now that I've dropped six hundred pounds of dead weight is just what I need to get back in the right frame of mind. No Mr. Happy, no Obsidian pretending to be Thor, an arrogant and dis-likeable partner on each of our ends of the ring. Now is retribution time for me.
*Curtis waves a finger in the air.*
Curtis: But not just with Rob. His partner, that little douche nugget Simon. Being carried upon the back of Gib for over two hundred days. Don t get me wrong, Simon is a good athlete, he can go, but there is no way he would have survived our last match if it wasn't for Gib. Even with my band of hapless misfits. But alas, it did happen and Simon too holds a recent win over me. Respect it, don't like it. I will rectify that loss with this match too. If this were chess, I'd have the perfect set up. All the pieces are in the right place, I just have to make the right move for checkmate.
*Curtis walks over to the round table and brushes off the top with his hand.*
Curtis: This is go time, we now have less than a month until these doors close. I have to complete the mission I have been on for the past six months. I will make The Ace piss his pants in fear while I earn my shot at him by trouncing two of the men who recently got one over on me. I will earn my shot, I will earn my belt, and I will make the Mighty One proud. Because I am the Breaker of Worlds. I am the ****ing worthy! You will all be under my boot when this night is over!
*Curtis walks away from the camera as the scene fades out.*