Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Nov 18, 2009 22:51:56 GMT -6
*We see only darkness.*
Disembodied Male Voice: I believe...in Dirty Deal...
Female Voice that's also disembodied: You should believe too...
*Footage from Dirty Deal's matches are shown. We see stills of them kicking ass as the voices go on.*
Male: Dirty Deal is forever...
Female: Dirty Deal is the ones...
Male: Dirty Deal doesn't take no for an answer...
Female: And they don't take crap from anyone...
Male: ...believe...
Female: ...believe...
Male: Believe in Dirty Deal...
Female: It's your only choice...
*The images fade and we pull out to see a TV screen. In front of it, are Curtis and Ron. They look at each other.*
Curtis: ...
Ron: ...
*They then look back and the camera pulls back to reveal Russell.*
Russell: What? You didn't like it? I think that was a way better "promo" then the stuff you guys normally do. It gets the point across and there's nothing that needs to be censored.*
Curtis: The censoring is the best smurfing part! That's the point of Dirty Deal!
Ron: You smurfed up! You just...you smurfed up!
Curtis: How could you! You don't know us at all!
Russell: I do know you, that's why I went to make this, cause with Adam and Gib you need all the help you can ge--
*Ron slaps Russell.*
Ron: HOW DARE YOU!
Curtis: Did you just question us?
Russell: Well...former world and national champions are running after you. The polls show a majority of the fans think your number is finally up.
Curtis: Screw the fans!
Russell: I'm just telling you the facts.
Ron: Here's a fact!
Curtis: Shut up!
Ron: Grab the camera Curt.
Curtis: No problem.
*Curtis goes up to the camera man and pulls him away from Russell.*
Curtis: Cut the damn feed, when this restarts, we're doing it right. We're doing it the Dirty Deal way!
*The feed cuts to static. We shortly re-open to see Dirty Deal at the local bar.*
Curtis: You see camera dude...this is our natural habitat. Booze, babes, and if we're lucky, brawls!
Ron: And if everyone else is lucky, then there ain't no brawls.
Curtis: But Dirty Deal always makes luck go on our side, always.
Ron: That's how we roll!
Curtis: You see, Adam and Gib have all there accolades, and good for them, but see, Ron and I believe in quality over quantity. So Adam and Gib have held some belts. Are they holding them now? No. Guess what, Dirty Deal is holding some belts right now. And how many times have we won them? Once. How many times have we retained them? Many. We broke up, destroyed, or scared off all our competition! They had to pull some dregs from the bottom of the barrel last month just to give us competition willing to fight. Willing only because they barely knew us. And where have they been since? Bad idea NCW. So they changed directions and sent their top dogs after us. Is that the new plan? Are we pissing off Grampa Leo so much he sends his new son-in-law after us? And he brings his butt buddy along? Well we weren't going to sit around and let you come to us. That's not how Dirty Deal works. We do two things well.
Ron: We drink and we fight!
Curtis: Hell yeah! So we brought the fight to you. We couldn't contain ourselves, so we even brought it to the prego slut. We told you ahead of time what it was about, and you didn't believe us. We wanted to see how you fight. What you're made of. How far your willing to go. Because however far you want to go...Dirty Deal goes that much further. You want to get dirty, we'll get dirtier. And we just wanted to have some fun and have fists flying. But guess what boys, that time is over. Now the belts are on the line, now we get serious. We had our fun. We turned Gib inside out last Sunday, but when our gold is up for grabs, it's time to lace up the boots, tighten the belts, and get down to serious business. You thought we were a handful before? You thought we were trouble all month? You ain't seen nothing yet.
Ron: Trust me, you don't want to see. You don't want to, but you will.
*Ron and Curtis cheer to that and take a drink.*
Curtis: So I hope your wedding was fun Adam, but the honeymoon will be short, because you won't be working after Sunday. You messed with the wrong team Adam. When we're done with you, you won't be able to hold that baby of yours when he comes out. That's not some threat, that's a guarantee. You keep after us, you keep trying to take whats ours, that's what happens. We take away everything from you. Ask Krueger. Ask the Super Fans. Ask Terminus.
Ron: If he can even speak yet.
Curtis: Right. And Gib, you walked around like a homeless monster for a few months. Now you're unmasked and you still scare children. And beating up homeless people? Please, we were doing that before it was the cool thing to do. You act like your hard or some ****, your just a big ass baby.
Ron: Damn that's an ugly baby!
Curtis: We had our way with you in that four on four match. We could and will easily do it again this Sunday Gib. Most might look at your team and think Adam's the weak link, but it's obvious to the both of us that it's you Mr. Gib. Sure you're big and menacing, but it's all for show. All sizzle, no steak. All fluff, no tough. You just work out the glamor muscles. You have no core strength. You're weak sauce.
*Russell staggers in.*
Russell: We're so 2008, he's so 2000 and late! *hick!*
*Russell falls over.*
Ron: Drunk ass idiot.
Curtis: Not even the right year.
Ron: Well, his kind are uneducated as such.
Curtis: His kind. Same as Gib and Adam's kind. The lame kind. Just a bunch of losers.
Ron: He can't hold his liquor for ****.
*Ron kicks Russell.*
Curtis: Homeless Knight, you stepped out of the singles frying pan and into the tag team fire. That was a fatal move. And that's the truth. When I say that, you can believe in Dirty Deal.
*Curtis and Ron toast again and chug the rest of their beers as the scene fades out.*
Disembodied Male Voice: I believe...in Dirty Deal...
Female Voice that's also disembodied: You should believe too...
*Footage from Dirty Deal's matches are shown. We see stills of them kicking ass as the voices go on.*
Male: Dirty Deal is forever...
Female: Dirty Deal is the ones...
Male: Dirty Deal doesn't take no for an answer...
Female: And they don't take crap from anyone...
Male: ...believe...
Female: ...believe...
Male: Believe in Dirty Deal...
Female: It's your only choice...
*The images fade and we pull out to see a TV screen. In front of it, are Curtis and Ron. They look at each other.*
Curtis: ...
Ron: ...
*They then look back and the camera pulls back to reveal Russell.*
Russell: What? You didn't like it? I think that was a way better "promo" then the stuff you guys normally do. It gets the point across and there's nothing that needs to be censored.*
Curtis: The censoring is the best smurfing part! That's the point of Dirty Deal!
Ron: You smurfed up! You just...you smurfed up!
Curtis: How could you! You don't know us at all!
Russell: I do know you, that's why I went to make this, cause with Adam and Gib you need all the help you can ge--
*Ron slaps Russell.*
Ron: HOW DARE YOU!
Curtis: Did you just question us?
Russell: Well...former world and national champions are running after you. The polls show a majority of the fans think your number is finally up.
Curtis: Screw the fans!
Russell: I'm just telling you the facts.
Ron: Here's a fact!
Curtis: Shut up!
Ron: Grab the camera Curt.
Curtis: No problem.
*Curtis goes up to the camera man and pulls him away from Russell.*
Curtis: Cut the damn feed, when this restarts, we're doing it right. We're doing it the Dirty Deal way!
*The feed cuts to static. We shortly re-open to see Dirty Deal at the local bar.*
Curtis: You see camera dude...this is our natural habitat. Booze, babes, and if we're lucky, brawls!
Ron: And if everyone else is lucky, then there ain't no brawls.
Curtis: But Dirty Deal always makes luck go on our side, always.
Ron: That's how we roll!
Curtis: You see, Adam and Gib have all there accolades, and good for them, but see, Ron and I believe in quality over quantity. So Adam and Gib have held some belts. Are they holding them now? No. Guess what, Dirty Deal is holding some belts right now. And how many times have we won them? Once. How many times have we retained them? Many. We broke up, destroyed, or scared off all our competition! They had to pull some dregs from the bottom of the barrel last month just to give us competition willing to fight. Willing only because they barely knew us. And where have they been since? Bad idea NCW. So they changed directions and sent their top dogs after us. Is that the new plan? Are we pissing off Grampa Leo so much he sends his new son-in-law after us? And he brings his butt buddy along? Well we weren't going to sit around and let you come to us. That's not how Dirty Deal works. We do two things well.
Ron: We drink and we fight!
Curtis: Hell yeah! So we brought the fight to you. We couldn't contain ourselves, so we even brought it to the prego slut. We told you ahead of time what it was about, and you didn't believe us. We wanted to see how you fight. What you're made of. How far your willing to go. Because however far you want to go...Dirty Deal goes that much further. You want to get dirty, we'll get dirtier. And we just wanted to have some fun and have fists flying. But guess what boys, that time is over. Now the belts are on the line, now we get serious. We had our fun. We turned Gib inside out last Sunday, but when our gold is up for grabs, it's time to lace up the boots, tighten the belts, and get down to serious business. You thought we were a handful before? You thought we were trouble all month? You ain't seen nothing yet.
Ron: Trust me, you don't want to see. You don't want to, but you will.
*Ron and Curtis cheer to that and take a drink.*
Curtis: So I hope your wedding was fun Adam, but the honeymoon will be short, because you won't be working after Sunday. You messed with the wrong team Adam. When we're done with you, you won't be able to hold that baby of yours when he comes out. That's not some threat, that's a guarantee. You keep after us, you keep trying to take whats ours, that's what happens. We take away everything from you. Ask Krueger. Ask the Super Fans. Ask Terminus.
Ron: If he can even speak yet.
Curtis: Right. And Gib, you walked around like a homeless monster for a few months. Now you're unmasked and you still scare children. And beating up homeless people? Please, we were doing that before it was the cool thing to do. You act like your hard or some ****, your just a big ass baby.
Ron: Damn that's an ugly baby!
Curtis: We had our way with you in that four on four match. We could and will easily do it again this Sunday Gib. Most might look at your team and think Adam's the weak link, but it's obvious to the both of us that it's you Mr. Gib. Sure you're big and menacing, but it's all for show. All sizzle, no steak. All fluff, no tough. You just work out the glamor muscles. You have no core strength. You're weak sauce.
*Russell staggers in.*
Russell: We're so 2008, he's so 2000 and late! *hick!*
*Russell falls over.*
Ron: Drunk ass idiot.
Curtis: Not even the right year.
Ron: Well, his kind are uneducated as such.
Curtis: His kind. Same as Gib and Adam's kind. The lame kind. Just a bunch of losers.
Ron: He can't hold his liquor for ****.
*Ron kicks Russell.*
Curtis: Homeless Knight, you stepped out of the singles frying pan and into the tag team fire. That was a fatal move. And that's the truth. When I say that, you can believe in Dirty Deal.
*Curtis and Ron toast again and chug the rest of their beers as the scene fades out.*
