Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Feb 24, 2010 19:07:48 GMT -6
*We open on Dirty Deal walking the streets. Ron trips an elderly lady that walks by. Curtis laughs. They continue down the street.*
Curtis: You know, we just had a four way. And we dominated. Now we're in a three way, with the belts on the line. And they think it's going to be different?
Ron: No, but what else are they going to do?
Curtis: And you know, I don't mean the usual domination of which we are used to. It was even more. I mean, our enemies were so scared, there pants so soaked in fear, that they didn't even show there faces before the match. None of them. Six guys, none of them with the guts to say something to us. You think it's going to be the same this time?
Ron: I'm sure of it. We're ****ing Dirty Deal. The ammonia coming off the four boys we didn't utterly destroy must be intense.
Curtis: So if us destroying the magic boys means we fight the losers from last month and losers to be this go around, does that mean that after this match, whichever team we don't utterly destroy we have to fight next?
Ron: I guess. So that means there's only one way to go about the match.
Curtis: Dominate both teams.
Ron: Dominate both teams.
Curtis: Sounds about right. We've been ruling the tag division, taking out every team that steps up. Making them not exist. Making them feel hurt and burned and forcing them to go on to make talk shows no one cares about and joke around about us on said talk shows.
Ron: Wow, that's incredibly specific. I don't think that happened to everyone we've beaten.
Curtis: No, just the crappier half of the teams we split up.
Ron: Really? All of them? I mean, I know the one they film at the NCW sound stage.
Curtis: Oh yeah, haven't you heard of William Spencer's show on public access, "Falling Asleep with Willy in your Ear?"
Ron: No, that's disturbing.
Curtis: Yeah, he's usually slurring and drunk during the show. Talking about how we ended his career. Just wait until Fergus Callahan has his own talk show.
*Curtis and Ron walk past a guard at a gate. He goes up to them to say something and Ron punches him in the mouth and knocks him out. They keep walking.*
Ron: Wait, you're telling me he's weaker than Joe?
Curtis: Pretty sure.
Ron: That's very bad for them.
Curtis: Indeed.
Ron: So...Joe sucks, Fergus is worse, you can tell just by the name of the team, and we already know how terrible MCM is. Although they do make good wrecking tools when slamming there head in an RV.
Curtis: Yes. Well, it's time for DDPA to get some work done.
*Dirty Deal are walking up to a giant warehouse type building. They go inside and it's dark inside. They go around the corner and the camera follows.*
Ron: This is the place?
Curtis: Looks like a talk show set, so it must be.
Ron: We'll show you Philip!
Curtis: How do you like this burning sensation!
*Curtis and Ron start kicking plants over and smashing a desk and then tossing a nearby comfy seat. Ron unzips his pants and luckily the camera is behind him as we see him peeing on the couch.*
Ron: Talk crap about this!
Curtis: See, this is domination!
*Suddenly the light turns on! Ron zips up and Curtis tries to hide behind the flipped over desk.*
Ron: Wait a minute...this isn't the right one!?
Annoying squeaky voice: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!
*Curtis and Ron are quickly confronted by Jay Leno running down to the stage.*
Jay: What are you doing destroying my new new set!?
Curtis: This is your place!?
Jay: YEAH it's me place!
Ron: We thought it was another guy.
*Ron walks behind Jay. Curtis gets up and walks in front of him.*
Curtis: Yeah, you'll have to excuse our mistake Mr. Leno. But you know, there are such things as happy accidents.
Jay: THIS is no where NEAR a happy accident! What is wrong with you two!?
Ron: We do what we want, when we want, and if we have an accident, we don't care as long as it doesn't hurt us.
Curtis: And it's happy because...well, we were with Team Coco.
*Ron and Curtis charge and hit Jay with the Filthy Compromise! Jay is laid out on the floor.*
Ron: Wrong guy, right message.
Curtis: Close enough in my book.
Ron: Nothing like a good misdemeanor to get the blood pumping!
Curtis: Oh yeah, I'm ready for a fight now.
Ron: Well, save it for Sunday, lets cheese it before the guard get here.
Curtis: Oh right.
*Curtis and Ron run off as Jay lays unmoving. The scene fades out.*
Curtis: You know, we just had a four way. And we dominated. Now we're in a three way, with the belts on the line. And they think it's going to be different?
Ron: No, but what else are they going to do?
Curtis: And you know, I don't mean the usual domination of which we are used to. It was even more. I mean, our enemies were so scared, there pants so soaked in fear, that they didn't even show there faces before the match. None of them. Six guys, none of them with the guts to say something to us. You think it's going to be the same this time?
Ron: I'm sure of it. We're ****ing Dirty Deal. The ammonia coming off the four boys we didn't utterly destroy must be intense.
Curtis: So if us destroying the magic boys means we fight the losers from last month and losers to be this go around, does that mean that after this match, whichever team we don't utterly destroy we have to fight next?
Ron: I guess. So that means there's only one way to go about the match.
Curtis: Dominate both teams.
Ron: Dominate both teams.
Curtis: Sounds about right. We've been ruling the tag division, taking out every team that steps up. Making them not exist. Making them feel hurt and burned and forcing them to go on to make talk shows no one cares about and joke around about us on said talk shows.
Ron: Wow, that's incredibly specific. I don't think that happened to everyone we've beaten.
Curtis: No, just the crappier half of the teams we split up.
Ron: Really? All of them? I mean, I know the one they film at the NCW sound stage.
Curtis: Oh yeah, haven't you heard of William Spencer's show on public access, "Falling Asleep with Willy in your Ear?"
Ron: No, that's disturbing.
Curtis: Yeah, he's usually slurring and drunk during the show. Talking about how we ended his career. Just wait until Fergus Callahan has his own talk show.
*Curtis and Ron walk past a guard at a gate. He goes up to them to say something and Ron punches him in the mouth and knocks him out. They keep walking.*
Ron: Wait, you're telling me he's weaker than Joe?
Curtis: Pretty sure.
Ron: That's very bad for them.
Curtis: Indeed.
Ron: So...Joe sucks, Fergus is worse, you can tell just by the name of the team, and we already know how terrible MCM is. Although they do make good wrecking tools when slamming there head in an RV.
Curtis: Yes. Well, it's time for DDPA to get some work done.
*Dirty Deal are walking up to a giant warehouse type building. They go inside and it's dark inside. They go around the corner and the camera follows.*
Ron: This is the place?
Curtis: Looks like a talk show set, so it must be.
Ron: We'll show you Philip!
Curtis: How do you like this burning sensation!
*Curtis and Ron start kicking plants over and smashing a desk and then tossing a nearby comfy seat. Ron unzips his pants and luckily the camera is behind him as we see him peeing on the couch.*
Ron: Talk crap about this!
Curtis: See, this is domination!
*Suddenly the light turns on! Ron zips up and Curtis tries to hide behind the flipped over desk.*
Ron: Wait a minute...this isn't the right one!?
Annoying squeaky voice: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!
*Curtis and Ron are quickly confronted by Jay Leno running down to the stage.*
Jay: What are you doing destroying my new new set!?
Curtis: This is your place!?
Jay: YEAH it's me place!
Ron: We thought it was another guy.
*Ron walks behind Jay. Curtis gets up and walks in front of him.*
Curtis: Yeah, you'll have to excuse our mistake Mr. Leno. But you know, there are such things as happy accidents.
Jay: THIS is no where NEAR a happy accident! What is wrong with you two!?
Ron: We do what we want, when we want, and if we have an accident, we don't care as long as it doesn't hurt us.
Curtis: And it's happy because...well, we were with Team Coco.
*Ron and Curtis charge and hit Jay with the Filthy Compromise! Jay is laid out on the floor.*
Ron: Wrong guy, right message.
Curtis: Close enough in my book.
Ron: Nothing like a good misdemeanor to get the blood pumping!
Curtis: Oh yeah, I'm ready for a fight now.
Ron: Well, save it for Sunday, lets cheese it before the guard get here.
Curtis: Oh right.
*Curtis and Ron run off as Jay lays unmoving. The scene fades out.*