Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Nov 26, 2011 2:12:39 GMT -6
*We open on a nice looking two story house. As the camera swoops zooms in and swoops through the window, we see a decadent, well made table, full of food. Obsidian and GQ are sitting at the table, as well as Ron Gibson, an inflatable doll, a twelver year old boy, and a baby in a high chair. Esmerelda Kanyon walks into the room putting down a bowl of mashed potatoes. Curtis D. Kanyon walks in with the turkey.*
Curtis: Ladies and gentlemen...welcome to...
A KANYON THANKSGIVING
*Curtis puts the turkey on the table and starts carving.*
Esmerelda: What a wonderful night and a wonderful meal. I am so thankful to have family and friends here to enjoy this with.
Ron: Me and my lovely lady are thankful to be here.
Curtis: It's my lovely lady and I.
Obsidian: Actually, it's just a doll.
Ron: Don't talk to her that way! She's my everything!
Curtis: Obviously. Just keep the sharp objects away from Mrs. Gibson.
Ron: Hey, we ain't that serious yet.
Pedro: The food looks so yummy papa!
Curtis: Indeed it does son. Only the best for my family, or as your mothers people would say, "familia." And you deserve the best, because you have the best papa in the world!
*As they start serving food, the scene fades and transitions to a a scene of CDK sitting in an arm chair by the fireplace. He's wearing a fine robe, and has a fine looking pipe in his mouth.*
Curtis: Does it hurt to hear that? I'm not talking to Xander mind you, I'm talking of course to Gib. The man who didn't acknowledge his son when he showed up on NCW property and took his old man's legacy, and basically out shined him. Homeless Harold 2.0 was really the better version. But it's okay now, you're chummy with your boy. You just so happen to be running the day to day of the company when Xander has managed to capture the world title. Coincidence? In wrestling, nothings a coincidence. You want to interrogate me Gib? Let's face the facts, look at who had the most to gain Gibster. It was you! You got the power, you got the control, you got it all! But did you use that power to help out your son? Any good father would. Well, he's champion, you're in charge, the math adds up. The math adds up.
*Curtis blows bubbles out of the pipe.*
Curtis: It's not just that you want your son to be champ Gibby. It's that you can't. I mean, what happened to mister bad ass Gib that I fought back in the day? Now you're just pathetic. You hide behind your role as "sheriff." I mean, if some guy wanted to beat me up to send a message to my son that he was going to beat him up, I wouldn't stand for it. I'd kick that guys ass! I'd whoop him from pillar to post! But you didn't whip me Gib. When I rolled with Adam, I hung out with you, I saw that fire in your eyes flicker and fade. Now you have to live your wrestling life through your son, and you're in a position to keep him at the top. You know me pretty well Gib, you think your son has a good chance of beating me, don't you? Well Gib, what are you going to do when you fail him as a father? What are you going to do when you see me hit him with a BANG! and you realize you put him in a match with a monster? How are you going to feel when you see my arm raised high over your son's beaten, bloody carcass? If it were me, I'd be sick to my stomach. I'd be on the verge of a breakdown. But then again, I've already fallen over the edge, and I'm enjoying it. And if it were me in your shoes, my sons opponent wouldn't have even made it to the match. But then again, my oldest is twelve, and I'm not going to go around beating up twelve year olds, that's just wrong. How dare you think such things!
*Curtis blows some more bubbles as the scene fades back to the dinner table.*
GQ: Man, this is the best time of the year. Great food, great friends, great things on the horizon for my main man CDK!
Curtis: Future two time world champion right here.
Ron: And I get the first title shot, right partner?
Curtis: ...
*Everyone but Ron busts out laughing.*
Ron: Hey! That's not funny!
*They continue laughing.*
Ron: Stop it! Especially you Debbie!
Debbie: ...
*Ron stabs his date with his fork and she makes a loud "POP!" sound and goes flying around the room as air expels from her rubber body.*
Obsidian: Wow, I just witnessed a murder!
GQ: She wasn't real.
Esmerelda: Would you stop playing around, this is a family dinner. Act nice, at least in front of the kids!
Curtis: Now now honey, they're just having some fun at Ron's experience, nothing wrong with that.
Ron: You're lucky she makes good food or I'd fly over this table right now.
Curtis: You couldn't fly five inches off the ground.
Ron: Why you--!
*Ron tosses a roll at Curtis. Curtis tosses some mashed potatoes at Ron. Everyone starts getting into it, throwing food at each other, except Esmerelda.*
Esmerelda: Stop it! Stop it all of you! Hey! Listen to me!
*They don't, and she gets hit in the face with yams. She then dumps her stuffing onto Curtis's head. They continue the food fight until the scene fades again. This time, it transitions to Curtis standing on a balcony, overlooking the city, with a glass of wine in hand.*
Curtis: You see something Xander. I've lived a hell of a life. Though I may not have shown it in the ring these past few years, I've been living the good life at that. I've saved my money well by going really cheap on the road. I provide for my family. They live like royalty. I always felt as a wrestler, I didn't need to do that on the road. I fight, I carry myself as a fighter. Meat and potatoes is all I need to get things done. But ever since I got my mind back, I've realized I need to act like a champion, carry myself like royalty. Because if you dream it, you become it. Or something like that, right? So I borrowed some suits from Ron, I've wheeled and dealed, I've done all I can. But hey, sometimes, the fighter in me just comes out. You've felt it. You'll feel it again. But I've tasted that gold before, I want it again, and I want it bad. I will do everything to get it, and everything to keep it.
*Curtis drinks from his glass.*
Curtis: As a man who's about to be champion, I thought I should let you know that. Once again, I realize I call myself a soon to be champion, and I'm sure you'll mention I'm counting my eggs before they hatch, but I realize I may come out on the losing end. You're not a bad guy. You're very capable in that ring. Then, there's the chance you could get dirty, as you've stated yourself. As a man who re-defined dirty in wrestling, I can understand that. But know that I can and will out dirty you if given the opportunity. If you don't have skill, there's always a trick, right? People say that maybe I'll walk out the champion, maybe I won't. I have to believe whole heartedly that I will, because if you don't believe, you've got nothing. I believe I'm the best in the world, and when I win that belt, I'll prove it. Right now, you can claim that yourself, and I can argue it, but you'll have that trinket to put in my face. I get that. But you won't have it for long. I will beat you, then you can go on worrying about the ladies. Maybe someday your dad will tell you about the birds and the bees and you'll untangle all those weird feelings you are feeling, but I'll give you that time to figure it out by taking the burden of that belt off of you. Though, trust me when I say, I'm not just doing it for you.
*Curtis swivels his wine around, then takes another sip.*
Curtis: Winning that belt puts more food on my table. In this crazy mixed up world, we all have to take what we can grab. Survival of the fittest. Having that belt, makes me the fittest. Winning that belt gives my kids more clothes, more food, more toys. It gives my wife more jewelry and haircuts and tampons. But above all else, getting that belt gives me pride. Especially at this moment. At this, the grand design of it all! The perfect point in time for me to take that gold. To rip it away from the Road to the Gold winner brings my head back up out of the shame of losing it to last years winner. To knock you down a few pegs after a hot winning streak, that's just icing on the cake. Xander, do you even truly realize what it is you've gotten yourself into with me?
*Curtis sips his wine again.*
Curtis: I wanted that title. I beat down Steve, but I didn't get the job done. Still, a weakened Steve lost to you. You beat Steve at his worst, thanks to me. Now I get to beat you at my best. I'm fully functional. I see the cracks in your armor, Mr. Gladiator. I'm inside your head. Deny it all you want, but I am. You talk your trash and berate me all you want, all it does is add fuel to my fire. All you're doing is running out the clock on your title reign. Tick tock...tick tock... Xander, all I can ask of you at this point, is to please...please shine that belt up real nice for me! Ha ha ha!
*Curtis points at the camera with his index finger.*
Curtis: Bang.
*The scene fades back to the Kanyon dinner table, where everyone is a mess. Curtis stands up on his chair.*
Curtis: HEY!
*Everyone stops.*
Curtis: You guys. All of you. On this day, I am thankful to have all of you here. To be re-united with friends. To have a loving family. To know I'm surrounded by people just as crazy as I am!
Everyone: Here here!
*Curtis gets off his chair and grabs a turkey leg, ripping it off the turkey. He sits down and starts eating.*
Curtis: It's good to be the king!
*The scene fades.*
Curtis: Ladies and gentlemen...welcome to...
A KANYON THANKSGIVING
*Curtis puts the turkey on the table and starts carving.*
Esmerelda: What a wonderful night and a wonderful meal. I am so thankful to have family and friends here to enjoy this with.
Ron: Me and my lovely lady are thankful to be here.
Curtis: It's my lovely lady and I.
Obsidian: Actually, it's just a doll.
Ron: Don't talk to her that way! She's my everything!
Curtis: Obviously. Just keep the sharp objects away from Mrs. Gibson.
Ron: Hey, we ain't that serious yet.
Pedro: The food looks so yummy papa!
Curtis: Indeed it does son. Only the best for my family, or as your mothers people would say, "familia." And you deserve the best, because you have the best papa in the world!
*As they start serving food, the scene fades and transitions to a a scene of CDK sitting in an arm chair by the fireplace. He's wearing a fine robe, and has a fine looking pipe in his mouth.*
Curtis: Does it hurt to hear that? I'm not talking to Xander mind you, I'm talking of course to Gib. The man who didn't acknowledge his son when he showed up on NCW property and took his old man's legacy, and basically out shined him. Homeless Harold 2.0 was really the better version. But it's okay now, you're chummy with your boy. You just so happen to be running the day to day of the company when Xander has managed to capture the world title. Coincidence? In wrestling, nothings a coincidence. You want to interrogate me Gib? Let's face the facts, look at who had the most to gain Gibster. It was you! You got the power, you got the control, you got it all! But did you use that power to help out your son? Any good father would. Well, he's champion, you're in charge, the math adds up. The math adds up.
*Curtis blows bubbles out of the pipe.*
Curtis: It's not just that you want your son to be champ Gibby. It's that you can't. I mean, what happened to mister bad ass Gib that I fought back in the day? Now you're just pathetic. You hide behind your role as "sheriff." I mean, if some guy wanted to beat me up to send a message to my son that he was going to beat him up, I wouldn't stand for it. I'd kick that guys ass! I'd whoop him from pillar to post! But you didn't whip me Gib. When I rolled with Adam, I hung out with you, I saw that fire in your eyes flicker and fade. Now you have to live your wrestling life through your son, and you're in a position to keep him at the top. You know me pretty well Gib, you think your son has a good chance of beating me, don't you? Well Gib, what are you going to do when you fail him as a father? What are you going to do when you see me hit him with a BANG! and you realize you put him in a match with a monster? How are you going to feel when you see my arm raised high over your son's beaten, bloody carcass? If it were me, I'd be sick to my stomach. I'd be on the verge of a breakdown. But then again, I've already fallen over the edge, and I'm enjoying it. And if it were me in your shoes, my sons opponent wouldn't have even made it to the match. But then again, my oldest is twelve, and I'm not going to go around beating up twelve year olds, that's just wrong. How dare you think such things!
*Curtis blows some more bubbles as the scene fades back to the dinner table.*
GQ: Man, this is the best time of the year. Great food, great friends, great things on the horizon for my main man CDK!
Curtis: Future two time world champion right here.
Ron: And I get the first title shot, right partner?
Curtis: ...
*Everyone but Ron busts out laughing.*
Ron: Hey! That's not funny!
*They continue laughing.*
Ron: Stop it! Especially you Debbie!
Debbie: ...
*Ron stabs his date with his fork and she makes a loud "POP!" sound and goes flying around the room as air expels from her rubber body.*
Obsidian: Wow, I just witnessed a murder!
GQ: She wasn't real.
Esmerelda: Would you stop playing around, this is a family dinner. Act nice, at least in front of the kids!
Curtis: Now now honey, they're just having some fun at Ron's experience, nothing wrong with that.
Ron: You're lucky she makes good food or I'd fly over this table right now.
Curtis: You couldn't fly five inches off the ground.
Ron: Why you--!
*Ron tosses a roll at Curtis. Curtis tosses some mashed potatoes at Ron. Everyone starts getting into it, throwing food at each other, except Esmerelda.*
Esmerelda: Stop it! Stop it all of you! Hey! Listen to me!
*They don't, and she gets hit in the face with yams. She then dumps her stuffing onto Curtis's head. They continue the food fight until the scene fades again. This time, it transitions to Curtis standing on a balcony, overlooking the city, with a glass of wine in hand.*
Curtis: You see something Xander. I've lived a hell of a life. Though I may not have shown it in the ring these past few years, I've been living the good life at that. I've saved my money well by going really cheap on the road. I provide for my family. They live like royalty. I always felt as a wrestler, I didn't need to do that on the road. I fight, I carry myself as a fighter. Meat and potatoes is all I need to get things done. But ever since I got my mind back, I've realized I need to act like a champion, carry myself like royalty. Because if you dream it, you become it. Or something like that, right? So I borrowed some suits from Ron, I've wheeled and dealed, I've done all I can. But hey, sometimes, the fighter in me just comes out. You've felt it. You'll feel it again. But I've tasted that gold before, I want it again, and I want it bad. I will do everything to get it, and everything to keep it.
*Curtis drinks from his glass.*
Curtis: As a man who's about to be champion, I thought I should let you know that. Once again, I realize I call myself a soon to be champion, and I'm sure you'll mention I'm counting my eggs before they hatch, but I realize I may come out on the losing end. You're not a bad guy. You're very capable in that ring. Then, there's the chance you could get dirty, as you've stated yourself. As a man who re-defined dirty in wrestling, I can understand that. But know that I can and will out dirty you if given the opportunity. If you don't have skill, there's always a trick, right? People say that maybe I'll walk out the champion, maybe I won't. I have to believe whole heartedly that I will, because if you don't believe, you've got nothing. I believe I'm the best in the world, and when I win that belt, I'll prove it. Right now, you can claim that yourself, and I can argue it, but you'll have that trinket to put in my face. I get that. But you won't have it for long. I will beat you, then you can go on worrying about the ladies. Maybe someday your dad will tell you about the birds and the bees and you'll untangle all those weird feelings you are feeling, but I'll give you that time to figure it out by taking the burden of that belt off of you. Though, trust me when I say, I'm not just doing it for you.
*Curtis swivels his wine around, then takes another sip.*
Curtis: Winning that belt puts more food on my table. In this crazy mixed up world, we all have to take what we can grab. Survival of the fittest. Having that belt, makes me the fittest. Winning that belt gives my kids more clothes, more food, more toys. It gives my wife more jewelry and haircuts and tampons. But above all else, getting that belt gives me pride. Especially at this moment. At this, the grand design of it all! The perfect point in time for me to take that gold. To rip it away from the Road to the Gold winner brings my head back up out of the shame of losing it to last years winner. To knock you down a few pegs after a hot winning streak, that's just icing on the cake. Xander, do you even truly realize what it is you've gotten yourself into with me?
*Curtis sips his wine again.*
Curtis: I wanted that title. I beat down Steve, but I didn't get the job done. Still, a weakened Steve lost to you. You beat Steve at his worst, thanks to me. Now I get to beat you at my best. I'm fully functional. I see the cracks in your armor, Mr. Gladiator. I'm inside your head. Deny it all you want, but I am. You talk your trash and berate me all you want, all it does is add fuel to my fire. All you're doing is running out the clock on your title reign. Tick tock...tick tock... Xander, all I can ask of you at this point, is to please...please shine that belt up real nice for me! Ha ha ha!
*Curtis points at the camera with his index finger.*
Curtis: Bang.
*The scene fades back to the Kanyon dinner table, where everyone is a mess. Curtis stands up on his chair.*
Curtis: HEY!
*Everyone stops.*
Curtis: You guys. All of you. On this day, I am thankful to have all of you here. To be re-united with friends. To have a loving family. To know I'm surrounded by people just as crazy as I am!
Everyone: Here here!
*Curtis gets off his chair and grabs a turkey leg, ripping it off the turkey. He sits down and starts eating.*
Curtis: It's good to be the king!
*The scene fades.*
