Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Mar 9, 2010 20:17:54 GMT -6
*We open to see Curtis and Ron pacing around the cafeteria area. Ron flips a table full of food. Curtis shoves the Gatorade cooler off the counter and its contents spill over the floor. Russell is just dodging food left and right.*
Russell: Guys, this is going to cost a lot.
Curtis: This is bull crap!
Ron: Insanity!
Curtis: We could run this place better!
Ron: We did!
Curtis: We get screwed out of our belts! And when we want to use our rematch clause, they tell us we can't, we have to earn our rematch in a tournament. And before the tournament is officially declared, we're taken out of it! What kind of crap is that! We are the real tag team champions. And now, this week, we're not even in a tag team match!
Ron: We've been down right screwed!
Curtis: Down right!
Ron: Magically delicious gets a shot and we don't?
Curtis: That's just unfair. What do we get instead? I get a one on one match with a has been! Jack Hammond. The Hamster? The Haminator. Hammerama. The Ham Man... you know, I could go for a ham sandwich.
Russell: I think they're somewhere under this table.
Ron: He wasn't talking to you.
Curtis: So fine, I'll fight Jackie boy. I'm pissed! I need to get my aggression out somewhere. So it's the wrong place at the right time for Jack, because I'm going to pound him into mush until I'm happy! And I...am no where...NEAR HAPPY!
*Curtis punches the sneeze guard over the salad bar, shattering it into the salad and cutting Curtis's hand all over.*
Russell: Damnit Curtis! We better take you to the doctor.
Curtis: NO! Screw you! Screw the doc!
Ron: Yeah! ...wait, you sure? That does look like it hurts.
Curtis: Oh it hurts, you're damn right it hurts. But I don't care!
*Curtis makes a fist near his face and pulls the camera in close, the blood visibly gushing out of his hand and down his arm.*
Curtis: The pain is...NOTHING! I'm going to go out there and I'm going to fight. I promise to fight until my arms are too exhausted to throw a punch. I guarantee to continue until my last breath if I have to. I'm going to show the higher ups and the world that Dirty Deal will not be pushed around for another second. We are the biggest, baddest wrestlers in NCW. We are ratings...we are ass kickers...and we will SUCCEED! The screw jobs are over! Hammond is going down. This tournament won't happen. We will get our belts back, and we start this Friday. You've been warned!
*Curtis kicks the camera man and pulls the camera away from him, then tosses the camera in to the wall and the scene cuts to fuzz.*
Russell: Guys, this is going to cost a lot.
Curtis: This is bull crap!
Ron: Insanity!
Curtis: We could run this place better!
Ron: We did!
Curtis: We get screwed out of our belts! And when we want to use our rematch clause, they tell us we can't, we have to earn our rematch in a tournament. And before the tournament is officially declared, we're taken out of it! What kind of crap is that! We are the real tag team champions. And now, this week, we're not even in a tag team match!
Ron: We've been down right screwed!
Curtis: Down right!
Ron: Magically delicious gets a shot and we don't?
Curtis: That's just unfair. What do we get instead? I get a one on one match with a has been! Jack Hammond. The Hamster? The Haminator. Hammerama. The Ham Man... you know, I could go for a ham sandwich.
Russell: I think they're somewhere under this table.
Ron: He wasn't talking to you.
Curtis: So fine, I'll fight Jackie boy. I'm pissed! I need to get my aggression out somewhere. So it's the wrong place at the right time for Jack, because I'm going to pound him into mush until I'm happy! And I...am no where...NEAR HAPPY!
*Curtis punches the sneeze guard over the salad bar, shattering it into the salad and cutting Curtis's hand all over.*
Russell: Damnit Curtis! We better take you to the doctor.
Curtis: NO! Screw you! Screw the doc!
Ron: Yeah! ...wait, you sure? That does look like it hurts.
Curtis: Oh it hurts, you're damn right it hurts. But I don't care!
*Curtis makes a fist near his face and pulls the camera in close, the blood visibly gushing out of his hand and down his arm.*
Curtis: The pain is...NOTHING! I'm going to go out there and I'm going to fight. I promise to fight until my arms are too exhausted to throw a punch. I guarantee to continue until my last breath if I have to. I'm going to show the higher ups and the world that Dirty Deal will not be pushed around for another second. We are the biggest, baddest wrestlers in NCW. We are ratings...we are ass kickers...and we will SUCCEED! The screw jobs are over! Hammond is going down. This tournament won't happen. We will get our belts back, and we start this Friday. You've been warned!
*Curtis kicks the camera man and pulls the camera away from him, then tosses the camera in to the wall and the scene cuts to fuzz.*