Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on May 9, 2012 22:35:31 GMT -6
Last Friday...
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon standing in the hallway of a hospital. He's standing in front of a window. On the other side of the window is GQ, laying in a hospital bed, his head bandaged. Obsidian hobbles up next to Curtis using crutches. Curtis keeps his eyes on GQ, with rage filling them up.*
Obsidian: It's not your fault bro.
*Curtis tightens up his fist.*
Obsidian: The Ace attacked us from out of nowhere. He bamboozled us! I was just eating nachos like any normal day. GQ got whacked first and right in the head. Then he hit me all over. Then he went back and hit GQ a few times. It was vicious. It was painful. But GQ's coma is his fault, not yours.
Curtis: Attacking me was one thing. That was business. But this...this is bull****. This is not right. I'd rather it was me in there. I've put people in comas, full time wrestlers, for business. Due unto others as they would do unto you. Not do unto your friends. Attacking you and GQ, that was personal.
Obsidian: We're in the wrestling business, we're likely to get hurt, we knew the risks.
Curtis: But it still ain't right. Ace want's to go this far? Time for me to even things up.
Obsidian: What do you mean, where are you going?
*Curtis storms off.*
Obsidian: Damn.
*Obsidian looks at the camera.*
Obsidian: Oh hi, um, I became good buddies with Team Mexico, they wanted me to tell you that despite their bad ass-itude, they needed a personal vacation before they could return, so I'm just letting you know that they told me they weren't going to be around for a little bit.
*Obsidian looks at GQ.*
Obsidian: Maybe a long little bit.
*The scene fades.*
Sunday...
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon barging into a gym. A man behind the check in counter stands up and starts to ask him for his membership when Kanyon decks him with a punch. All the exercise people stop and stare.*
Curtis: Follow me...tell me when we're live.
*The camera follows Curtis as he storms his way through the gym. He grabs a man that was exercising.*
Curtis: Where is the basketball court?
Man: D-d-down the hall and to the left.
*Curtis shoves the man and walks away.*
Camera Man: We're live in three...two...
*Curtis goes down the hall and to the left. He looks at the camera.*
Curtis D. Kanyon: I hope you appreciate this Acey, I had to travel a long way just to send this message. You see, I want to beat you Ace. For what you did to GQ and Obsidian, I want to bet the hell out of you. In fact, I don't want to just beat you once, I want to beat you twice, once for each of my fallen friends. So I want you in a two out of three falls match. But I also want you to know, that I'm not some loser that can stand by and just accept what you did and fight you. Don't forget I'm one of the dirtiest sons of bitches this company has ever seen, and I've always said that if anyone wants to go dirty against me, I'll go dirtier. Well, sorry to say Acey, but what's about to happen...it's your fault.
*Curtis pushes open a door and emerges on a basketball court where we see Jason Conway practicing some b-ball moves. The crowd gets excited while The Ace looks very upset. Curtis charges at Jason who turns around and gets hit with a BANG!*
Curtis: BANG! Now I can't be sure that'll make it personal enough. IS IT PERSONAL ENOUGH YET ACEY? Well, just to be sure...
*Curtis reaches down and pulls Jason up off the floor. He grabs Jason by the head and slams it into the basket ball hoop pole. Jason falls down to the floor. Curtis kicks Jason a few times, causing Jason to roll until he's blocked by the wall. Curtis kneels down and grabs Jason by the hair. He pull's Jason's head up and we see that Jason has been busted open. Curtis just looks into the camera and smiles. He points at the camera with his finger and mimics a gun being shot.*
Camera man: And we are clear.
*Curtis drops Jason's head and it falls to the floor. He sits against the wall as Jason groans in agony.*
Curtis: Sorry lil' brudda, but you're related to the wrong guy at the wrong time. I almost feel bad for you. Almost.
*Curtis wipes blood off of his cheek.*
Curtis: Guess you didn't inherit your bro's fortitude and vicious fighting skills huh? I mean, with a brother as skilled as The Ace, I figured some of it would have rubbed off on ya, but I guess not. Too busy focusing on basketball? Didn't your brother ever tell you, that's not a real sport. I was hoping beating you up would make him enraged, but maybe I did him a favor, because you put up no fight at all. But I guess the point wasn't really to fight you anyway, was it? The message has been sent, your job is done.
*Curtis gets up and pats Jason Conway on the chest. He continues to lay on the ground in pain. Curtis stands and brushes himself off.*
Curtis: Hit the showers kid. You look like a mess.
*Curtis walks off and the camera focuses in on the bloody Jason as the scene fades.*
Today...
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon standing in his locker room.*
Curtis: Understand this Acey boy. You have five foot seven, two-hundred sixty pounds of rage coming at you this Sunday! Not just once, but twice. Once for Obsidian, and once for GQ, my friend that you put in a coma! I want to beat you. I want to maim you and destroy you so badly. I want to end you Acey. Usually...usually I want an opponent that's competent, an opponent that can fight back, an opponent that gives me a challenge! But not this time. This time, I want you to stand there and take it. I want to beat the **** out of you, trample on you like Simba's dad. I want you to just take a beating like a piece of meat. The one time I want that, and I know I won't get it. Because I know you, I know you're talented, I know you'll bring your best, and normally, that's exactly what I want, but not this time. I just want revenge, pure and simple. But you're not going to make it easy.
*Curtis laughs ironically. Can someone laugh like that? If so, he's totally doing it.*
Curtis: We're going to go the distance, we're going to go back and forth and beat the hell out of each other. I knew this the moment I wanted to challenge you. But I only wanted you to stand there and suffer. So if I had to work to get my revenge, then damnit, I had to make sure you would too! This started out as business. I work for Kelly, you work for Zelda, and that's all well and good, I was fine with that. I was out to prove my worth to Kelly and pay her back for not being there when Zelda initially attacked her. You got hired to come after me for helping out Kelly, fantastic! Attack me all you want, I'll get ya right back! But when you took out my brothers in arms, I took out your brother in blood! I made sure you were as deeply involved in this as I was, because it's only fair. It's only fair.
*Curtis runs his hand through his hair.*
Curtis: So now the stage is set, the two hired assassins going at it not as a matter of business, but for personal vendettas. I know your a gambling man Acey, but I wouldn't bet on you walking out of the ring when the night is over. I'm coming to A Night to Remember to give you a beating you will never forget. I'm going to give you a beating like none seen before, a beating that will go on record as the most vile, the most sadistic, the most chaotic damn thing anyone has ever seen anywhere! Children will be crying, begging me to make it stop. The adults will be vomiting up their beers from the graphic beating I give you. This Sunday night, we may be in a place you feel at home, we may be surrounded by the games you love to put money on, but it will be me who's up ahead. You may have implemented "House Rules" but the house will not be in your favor. You won't have to worry about what happens to you when Zelda's out of the company, because you'll be to injured to care. I will not just Lance you Acey boy, I'm going to make what I did to Lance look like a cake walk compared to what I do to you. I'm going to beat you so bad, I'll get to start using your name as a verb!
*Curtis looks angrily into the camera. He storms off as the scene fades out.*
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon standing in the hallway of a hospital. He's standing in front of a window. On the other side of the window is GQ, laying in a hospital bed, his head bandaged. Obsidian hobbles up next to Curtis using crutches. Curtis keeps his eyes on GQ, with rage filling them up.*
Obsidian: It's not your fault bro.
*Curtis tightens up his fist.*
Obsidian: The Ace attacked us from out of nowhere. He bamboozled us! I was just eating nachos like any normal day. GQ got whacked first and right in the head. Then he hit me all over. Then he went back and hit GQ a few times. It was vicious. It was painful. But GQ's coma is his fault, not yours.
Curtis: Attacking me was one thing. That was business. But this...this is bull****. This is not right. I'd rather it was me in there. I've put people in comas, full time wrestlers, for business. Due unto others as they would do unto you. Not do unto your friends. Attacking you and GQ, that was personal.
Obsidian: We're in the wrestling business, we're likely to get hurt, we knew the risks.
Curtis: But it still ain't right. Ace want's to go this far? Time for me to even things up.
Obsidian: What do you mean, where are you going?
*Curtis storms off.*
Obsidian: Damn.
*Obsidian looks at the camera.*
Obsidian: Oh hi, um, I became good buddies with Team Mexico, they wanted me to tell you that despite their bad ass-itude, they needed a personal vacation before they could return, so I'm just letting you know that they told me they weren't going to be around for a little bit.
*Obsidian looks at GQ.*
Obsidian: Maybe a long little bit.
*The scene fades.*
Sunday...
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon barging into a gym. A man behind the check in counter stands up and starts to ask him for his membership when Kanyon decks him with a punch. All the exercise people stop and stare.*
Curtis: Follow me...tell me when we're live.
*The camera follows Curtis as he storms his way through the gym. He grabs a man that was exercising.*
Curtis: Where is the basketball court?
Man: D-d-down the hall and to the left.
*Curtis shoves the man and walks away.*
Camera Man: We're live in three...two...
*Curtis goes down the hall and to the left. He looks at the camera.*
Curtis D. Kanyon: I hope you appreciate this Acey, I had to travel a long way just to send this message. You see, I want to beat you Ace. For what you did to GQ and Obsidian, I want to bet the hell out of you. In fact, I don't want to just beat you once, I want to beat you twice, once for each of my fallen friends. So I want you in a two out of three falls match. But I also want you to know, that I'm not some loser that can stand by and just accept what you did and fight you. Don't forget I'm one of the dirtiest sons of bitches this company has ever seen, and I've always said that if anyone wants to go dirty against me, I'll go dirtier. Well, sorry to say Acey, but what's about to happen...it's your fault.
*Curtis pushes open a door and emerges on a basketball court where we see Jason Conway practicing some b-ball moves. The crowd gets excited while The Ace looks very upset. Curtis charges at Jason who turns around and gets hit with a BANG!*
Curtis: BANG! Now I can't be sure that'll make it personal enough. IS IT PERSONAL ENOUGH YET ACEY? Well, just to be sure...
*Curtis reaches down and pulls Jason up off the floor. He grabs Jason by the head and slams it into the basket ball hoop pole. Jason falls down to the floor. Curtis kicks Jason a few times, causing Jason to roll until he's blocked by the wall. Curtis kneels down and grabs Jason by the hair. He pull's Jason's head up and we see that Jason has been busted open. Curtis just looks into the camera and smiles. He points at the camera with his finger and mimics a gun being shot.*
Camera man: And we are clear.
*Curtis drops Jason's head and it falls to the floor. He sits against the wall as Jason groans in agony.*
Curtis: Sorry lil' brudda, but you're related to the wrong guy at the wrong time. I almost feel bad for you. Almost.
*Curtis wipes blood off of his cheek.*
Curtis: Guess you didn't inherit your bro's fortitude and vicious fighting skills huh? I mean, with a brother as skilled as The Ace, I figured some of it would have rubbed off on ya, but I guess not. Too busy focusing on basketball? Didn't your brother ever tell you, that's not a real sport. I was hoping beating you up would make him enraged, but maybe I did him a favor, because you put up no fight at all. But I guess the point wasn't really to fight you anyway, was it? The message has been sent, your job is done.
*Curtis gets up and pats Jason Conway on the chest. He continues to lay on the ground in pain. Curtis stands and brushes himself off.*
Curtis: Hit the showers kid. You look like a mess.
*Curtis walks off and the camera focuses in on the bloody Jason as the scene fades.*
Today...
*We open in on Curtis D. Kanyon standing in his locker room.*
Curtis: Understand this Acey boy. You have five foot seven, two-hundred sixty pounds of rage coming at you this Sunday! Not just once, but twice. Once for Obsidian, and once for GQ, my friend that you put in a coma! I want to beat you. I want to maim you and destroy you so badly. I want to end you Acey. Usually...usually I want an opponent that's competent, an opponent that can fight back, an opponent that gives me a challenge! But not this time. This time, I want you to stand there and take it. I want to beat the **** out of you, trample on you like Simba's dad. I want you to just take a beating like a piece of meat. The one time I want that, and I know I won't get it. Because I know you, I know you're talented, I know you'll bring your best, and normally, that's exactly what I want, but not this time. I just want revenge, pure and simple. But you're not going to make it easy.
*Curtis laughs ironically. Can someone laugh like that? If so, he's totally doing it.*
Curtis: We're going to go the distance, we're going to go back and forth and beat the hell out of each other. I knew this the moment I wanted to challenge you. But I only wanted you to stand there and suffer. So if I had to work to get my revenge, then damnit, I had to make sure you would too! This started out as business. I work for Kelly, you work for Zelda, and that's all well and good, I was fine with that. I was out to prove my worth to Kelly and pay her back for not being there when Zelda initially attacked her. You got hired to come after me for helping out Kelly, fantastic! Attack me all you want, I'll get ya right back! But when you took out my brothers in arms, I took out your brother in blood! I made sure you were as deeply involved in this as I was, because it's only fair. It's only fair.
*Curtis runs his hand through his hair.*
Curtis: So now the stage is set, the two hired assassins going at it not as a matter of business, but for personal vendettas. I know your a gambling man Acey, but I wouldn't bet on you walking out of the ring when the night is over. I'm coming to A Night to Remember to give you a beating you will never forget. I'm going to give you a beating like none seen before, a beating that will go on record as the most vile, the most sadistic, the most chaotic damn thing anyone has ever seen anywhere! Children will be crying, begging me to make it stop. The adults will be vomiting up their beers from the graphic beating I give you. This Sunday night, we may be in a place you feel at home, we may be surrounded by the games you love to put money on, but it will be me who's up ahead. You may have implemented "House Rules" but the house will not be in your favor. You won't have to worry about what happens to you when Zelda's out of the company, because you'll be to injured to care. I will not just Lance you Acey boy, I'm going to make what I did to Lance look like a cake walk compared to what I do to you. I'm going to beat you so bad, I'll get to start using your name as a verb!
*Curtis looks angrily into the camera. He storms off as the scene fades out.*
