Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Apr 29, 2010 4:27:11 GMT -6
*We open in on a hospital waiting room. DDK is arguing with a male nurse as his entourage stands by.*
DDK: I demand to see my friend!
Nurse: Visiting hours are over sir. Please come back later.
DDK: I don't care if you know the title of the promo, you let me in!
Nurse: What the hell are you talking about?
DDK: I DEMAND ENTRY!
Nurse: Then I will call security.
DDK: You son of a--
*DDK charges and hits the nurse with the Bang!*
DDK: BANG!
GQ: Damnit Curtis! Now we need to run.
Obsidian: Yay, cardio!
*They run like hell as security gives chase. The scene fades out.*
*We fade back in and see a darkened hospital room. We see Ron Gibson laying in bed with tubes put in him and a machine monitoring his heart with those annoying beeps. Suddenly, there's a tap at the window. Then a loud screeching noise. A giant glass cutter circles the glass. Then the circle is pulled out and DDK crawls in through the window. He sneaks up to Ron.*
DDK: Seems a lot easier when Batman does it. Heh.
*DDK looks down at Ron.*
DDK: Oh my friend. Look at you. What have they done to you? I'll get them for you buddy. I'll take them all down for you. I will take those nappy headed n*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* and *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* and then those slanty eyed *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* And I do mean RIGHT UP THERE. Just for you man, just for you. I got you man, I got you. Curtis wanted to high tail it. Go home and rest with the kids. Don't worry though, I give him some time. I let him go home. I make sure when he wakes up, he has a beer in hand, so he doesn't care why he doesn't remember. But me, I couldn't just "take my ball and go home." You're hurt, and I get that. And if you think I'll sit around as the world goes by, you're thinking like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die. Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had, you think I'll let it go? You're mad. You've got another thing comin'!
*DDK cracks a smile. Ron just lies there, breathing.*
DDK: I can't wait for you man! I have a chance to get a title shot of my choice! I could go out and fight for the Womens World Championship! That Zelda is a hottie. Or I could go and take the TV Title, that'd be great. I only have to face five guys. Five looney people. They think I'm the looney one! Ha ha! They're the crazy ones. I'm the people's champ! The king of xtreme! If I've got five guys to worry about, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing. I've got five ways to win. There's more than one way to skin a cat as it were. I've been in enough bar fights with you to know how to handle fighting more than one man at a time. Hell, we won the xtreme title in a multi-man. You remember? Right? Right?
*DDK nudges Ron. Ron just lies there.*
DDK: You 'member. You may also remember, like Brad does, he's never beaten me or my kin. And not even the better him. The old, better him. The more reckless him. He's got a little bit of crazy inside him, but he hides it well. Curtis used to, but you see where that got him. I'm Curt's better, and Brad's keeping his better down. So the man in that ring on Sunday is a nobody. Sure, he beat Angel, as he's spent ninety percent of his air time telling us, but that doesn't make him the best. We've beaten Angel. And I mean, even Gib beat Angel, and we've beaten Gib. Some people just don't realize how damn great we were buddy. But they'll see, oh they'll see. I will show them. I will be a leaf in the wind, watch how I soar!
*DDK takes a deep breath.*
DDK: Ah, that rank hospital air. Now, we've got some other punks I have to mow down. Like Nathan Doe. Long winded mother ****er, I tell you what. Seems pretty serious. Looks like ten pounds of crap in a five pound bag though. Did you know he actually had a camera crew following him since he was a child!? Now that's crazy. Got the crew to cue up some childhood memory of his. He was a cute kid. But damn, I would have smacked the crap out of that brat too. So annoying. Well, I'll get to smack him around a bit on Sunday. That is a memory he will never forget. Like that time we messed up Krueger. I mean, it was mostly Curtis, but I was there too. I popped out a little. Good times. Ha ha.
*DDK looks at Ron.*
DDK: Laugh with me damnit! Don't make me cut off that life support!
*DDK stares at Ron. He slowly reaches for the plug. Ron still just lies there. DDK puts his hand on the cord. He yanks his hand away, but doesn't pull the cord out.*
DDK: Just messing with ya! That look on your face was priceless!
*DDK mocks his face by trying to look like he's a vegetable. However that works.*
DDK: Anyway, then there's Chris Payne, some hack second generation wrestler riding the coat tails of his lack luster father. Tommy Victor whom we may or may not have already beaten up, and frankly he's a waste of space that shouldn't be in NCW to begin with. And Jason Blair, talk about a terrible name. That's...all I can really say about him at the moment, I have no idea who the hell he is. Sounds like a real loser. Capital "L." Well friend, that's the 411. I guess I'll go.
*DDK heads toward the door.*
DDK: Oh right...the other way.
*DDK then heads toward the window. He stops short.*
DDK: Oh dude, I forgot to tell you...Thank you for being a friend, traveled down the road and back again, your heart is true your a pal and a confidant... No no no, don't stop me. Don't ruin this. Shhhh. Let me finish... And if you through a party, invited everyone you ever knew, you would see the biggest gift would be from me, and the card attached would say thank you for being a friend...
*Silence.*
DDK: ...You too buddy, you too.
*DDK dives out the window. We see Ron lying motionless still as the hospital machines continue to function like normal. A strong gust of wind blows through the giant hole in the window. The scene fades out.*
DDK: I demand to see my friend!
Nurse: Visiting hours are over sir. Please come back later.
DDK: I don't care if you know the title of the promo, you let me in!
Nurse: What the hell are you talking about?
DDK: I DEMAND ENTRY!
Nurse: Then I will call security.
DDK: You son of a--
*DDK charges and hits the nurse with the Bang!*
DDK: BANG!
GQ: Damnit Curtis! Now we need to run.
Obsidian: Yay, cardio!
*They run like hell as security gives chase. The scene fades out.*
*We fade back in and see a darkened hospital room. We see Ron Gibson laying in bed with tubes put in him and a machine monitoring his heart with those annoying beeps. Suddenly, there's a tap at the window. Then a loud screeching noise. A giant glass cutter circles the glass. Then the circle is pulled out and DDK crawls in through the window. He sneaks up to Ron.*
DDK: Seems a lot easier when Batman does it. Heh.
*DDK looks down at Ron.*
DDK: Oh my friend. Look at you. What have they done to you? I'll get them for you buddy. I'll take them all down for you. I will take those nappy headed n*beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* and *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* and then those slanty eyed *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* And I do mean RIGHT UP THERE. Just for you man, just for you. I got you man, I got you. Curtis wanted to high tail it. Go home and rest with the kids. Don't worry though, I give him some time. I let him go home. I make sure when he wakes up, he has a beer in hand, so he doesn't care why he doesn't remember. But me, I couldn't just "take my ball and go home." You're hurt, and I get that. And if you think I'll sit around as the world goes by, you're thinking like a fool 'cause it's a case of do or die. Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had, you think I'll let it go? You're mad. You've got another thing comin'!
*DDK cracks a smile. Ron just lies there, breathing.*
DDK: I can't wait for you man! I have a chance to get a title shot of my choice! I could go out and fight for the Womens World Championship! That Zelda is a hottie. Or I could go and take the TV Title, that'd be great. I only have to face five guys. Five looney people. They think I'm the looney one! Ha ha! They're the crazy ones. I'm the people's champ! The king of xtreme! If I've got five guys to worry about, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing. I've got five ways to win. There's more than one way to skin a cat as it were. I've been in enough bar fights with you to know how to handle fighting more than one man at a time. Hell, we won the xtreme title in a multi-man. You remember? Right? Right?
*DDK nudges Ron. Ron just lies there.*
DDK: You 'member. You may also remember, like Brad does, he's never beaten me or my kin. And not even the better him. The old, better him. The more reckless him. He's got a little bit of crazy inside him, but he hides it well. Curtis used to, but you see where that got him. I'm Curt's better, and Brad's keeping his better down. So the man in that ring on Sunday is a nobody. Sure, he beat Angel, as he's spent ninety percent of his air time telling us, but that doesn't make him the best. We've beaten Angel. And I mean, even Gib beat Angel, and we've beaten Gib. Some people just don't realize how damn great we were buddy. But they'll see, oh they'll see. I will show them. I will be a leaf in the wind, watch how I soar!
*DDK takes a deep breath.*
DDK: Ah, that rank hospital air. Now, we've got some other punks I have to mow down. Like Nathan Doe. Long winded mother ****er, I tell you what. Seems pretty serious. Looks like ten pounds of crap in a five pound bag though. Did you know he actually had a camera crew following him since he was a child!? Now that's crazy. Got the crew to cue up some childhood memory of his. He was a cute kid. But damn, I would have smacked the crap out of that brat too. So annoying. Well, I'll get to smack him around a bit on Sunday. That is a memory he will never forget. Like that time we messed up Krueger. I mean, it was mostly Curtis, but I was there too. I popped out a little. Good times. Ha ha.
*DDK looks at Ron.*
DDK: Laugh with me damnit! Don't make me cut off that life support!
*DDK stares at Ron. He slowly reaches for the plug. Ron still just lies there. DDK puts his hand on the cord. He yanks his hand away, but doesn't pull the cord out.*
DDK: Just messing with ya! That look on your face was priceless!
*DDK mocks his face by trying to look like he's a vegetable. However that works.*
DDK: Anyway, then there's Chris Payne, some hack second generation wrestler riding the coat tails of his lack luster father. Tommy Victor whom we may or may not have already beaten up, and frankly he's a waste of space that shouldn't be in NCW to begin with. And Jason Blair, talk about a terrible name. That's...all I can really say about him at the moment, I have no idea who the hell he is. Sounds like a real loser. Capital "L." Well friend, that's the 411. I guess I'll go.
*DDK heads toward the door.*
DDK: Oh right...the other way.
*DDK then heads toward the window. He stops short.*
DDK: Oh dude, I forgot to tell you...Thank you for being a friend, traveled down the road and back again, your heart is true your a pal and a confidant... No no no, don't stop me. Don't ruin this. Shhhh. Let me finish... And if you through a party, invited everyone you ever knew, you would see the biggest gift would be from me, and the card attached would say thank you for being a friend...
*Silence.*
DDK: ...You too buddy, you too.
*DDK dives out the window. We see Ron lying motionless still as the hospital machines continue to function like normal. A strong gust of wind blows through the giant hole in the window. The scene fades out.*