Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jan 30, 2010 4:24:24 GMT -6
*We open on the outside of the Dirty Deal mobile.*
Curtis: So now, I could do it here, right on the ground?
Ron: Yeah you could.
Curtis: I could do it up against the RV?
Ron: Oh hell yeah.
Curtis: I could even do it on the hood of it?
Ron: That would be hot.
Curtis: I could even take it to the bathroom and do it there?
Ron: Oh that's dirty.
Russell: HEY! Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Curtis!?
Curtis: I'm only talking about where we can pin the Motor City Mafia.
Russell: I can dig it!
Ron: Shut it you filthy c--
Curtis: As I was saying! I could do it anywhere eh?
Ron: Falls count anywhere buddy!
Curtis: We're going to smash the crap out of these two. They think they know anything about me, anything about us? They don't get us. They're not down on the dirty like us. They can't sink down to our level. We're the tag team champs! We will be victorious because we are low enough to use anything and everything we can find on our opponents! We'll hit them with our fists, with the ring bell, with toilet seats, with chairs, with monitors, with Angel's make-up, and whatever else we get our hands on!
Ron: Hell yeah we will.
Curtis: I know I'm not worried about fighting Grizzly Adams and a member of the Lollipop Guild. These "Detroilet" losers don't stand a chance against us. I will fight them here and there, I will fight them everywhere. I will fight them with a mouse, I will pin them in a house! I wi--
Ron: Dude! Dude!
Curtis: Sorry, flashbacks to story time. Anyway, we will beat these two because...well...frankly, they suck. They shouldn't even be in NCW any longer as far as I know. If we were still running this place, they would never have gotten a second chance. But we'll ruin that second chance. They got a glimmer of hope by winning the number one contendership, but we will destroy their hopes and dreams and their careers come Sunday!
Ron: That last thread that holds their career up will be cut.
Curtis: And the scissors are Dirty Deal!
Ron: I'm sorry...that, that was just lame.
Curtis: Yeah...who writes this crap?
Ron: We have a writer?
Curtis: Weren't we trying out a writer? I think it was Russell's cousin...Ghost Riter?
Ron: Ghost Riter?
Russell: Who's talkin' 'bout my nephew?
Curtis: I thought it was your cousin.
Russell: Yeah...I mean...cousin? You use his lines?
Ron: Yeah, they sucked.
Curtis: Why did we even bother with his ****ty writing?
Russell: My wri--I mean, his writing isn't ****ty!
Curtis: Wait! Did you make him up to get more money out of us?
Ron: Yeah...Ghost Riter? That's a rap name isn't it!? It is you!
Russell: I--uh--I...
Curtis: You little snot nosed mother fu--
Russell: GOTTA GO!
*Russell runs off insanely fast.*
Ron: Well...they do have that.
Curtis: Anyway, the hearts of MCM's career will be stabbed with scissors!
Ron: And those scissors are Dirty Deal!
Curtis: Much better!
*Ron and Curtis high five and the scene fades out.*
Curtis: So now, I could do it here, right on the ground?
Ron: Yeah you could.
Curtis: I could do it up against the RV?
Ron: Oh hell yeah.
Curtis: I could even do it on the hood of it?
Ron: That would be hot.
Curtis: I could even take it to the bathroom and do it there?
Ron: Oh that's dirty.
Russell: HEY! Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Curtis!?
Curtis: I'm only talking about where we can pin the Motor City Mafia.
Russell: I can dig it!
Ron: Shut it you filthy c--
Curtis: As I was saying! I could do it anywhere eh?
Ron: Falls count anywhere buddy!
Curtis: We're going to smash the crap out of these two. They think they know anything about me, anything about us? They don't get us. They're not down on the dirty like us. They can't sink down to our level. We're the tag team champs! We will be victorious because we are low enough to use anything and everything we can find on our opponents! We'll hit them with our fists, with the ring bell, with toilet seats, with chairs, with monitors, with Angel's make-up, and whatever else we get our hands on!
Ron: Hell yeah we will.
Curtis: I know I'm not worried about fighting Grizzly Adams and a member of the Lollipop Guild. These "Detroilet" losers don't stand a chance against us. I will fight them here and there, I will fight them everywhere. I will fight them with a mouse, I will pin them in a house! I wi--
Ron: Dude! Dude!
Curtis: Sorry, flashbacks to story time. Anyway, we will beat these two because...well...frankly, they suck. They shouldn't even be in NCW any longer as far as I know. If we were still running this place, they would never have gotten a second chance. But we'll ruin that second chance. They got a glimmer of hope by winning the number one contendership, but we will destroy their hopes and dreams and their careers come Sunday!
Ron: That last thread that holds their career up will be cut.
Curtis: And the scissors are Dirty Deal!
Ron: I'm sorry...that, that was just lame.
Curtis: Yeah...who writes this crap?
Ron: We have a writer?
Curtis: Weren't we trying out a writer? I think it was Russell's cousin...Ghost Riter?
Ron: Ghost Riter?
Russell: Who's talkin' 'bout my nephew?
Curtis: I thought it was your cousin.
Russell: Yeah...I mean...cousin? You use his lines?
Ron: Yeah, they sucked.
Curtis: Why did we even bother with his ****ty writing?
Russell: My wri--I mean, his writing isn't ****ty!
Curtis: Wait! Did you make him up to get more money out of us?
Ron: Yeah...Ghost Riter? That's a rap name isn't it!? It is you!
Russell: I--uh--I...
Curtis: You little snot nosed mother fu--
Russell: GOTTA GO!
*Russell runs off insanely fast.*
Ron: Well...they do have that.
Curtis: Anyway, the hearts of MCM's career will be stabbed with scissors!
Ron: And those scissors are Dirty Deal!
Curtis: Much better!
*Ron and Curtis high five and the scene fades out.*