Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Aug 15, 2012 13:41:23 GMT -6
*We open outdoors, on a beautiful day. Curtis D. Kanyon is seen walking along a grassy field, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The camera pans up to reveal he's on the lawn of the White House!*
Curtis: Ah, Washington D.C., the place where I go forth to battle Roberto Verona, in a no DQ match. I arrived a little early, I'm taking in the sights. Why not stop by the house of the leader of the free world? Hang out, have a brew, spread the word. Possibly even speak to the President, give him a few tips. I helped run NCW efficiently and effectively for a few months back in the day. But now, now it's all Kelly. And Kelly is not just my boss, but she's also my friend. I don't like everything she does, but she has to make the tough choices. She has a vision for this company, and she makes the rules. And as we all know, first and foremost, follow His rules.
*Kanyon points up to the sky.*
Curtis: And then, as long as they don't conflict, you follow the rules of the law. My opponent for A New Dawn, Roberto Verona, he doesn't seem to like following the rules of Kelly's law. That's not good. Like any good warrior, I am loyal to my queen, and Roberto, he defies her. He bites the hand that feeds him. He yells and screams and throws tantrums and that which she decrees, yet he turns around and cashes his checks with her signature on them. Well Roberto's disrespect is coming to an end. Because now he has been run up against the wall that is Curtis D. Kanyon. A Curtis D. Kanyon that is powered by my Lord, and that is a dangerous, dangerous thing.
*Curtis smells the fresh air, taking it all in. He then pulls his duffel bag off his shoulder and zips it open.*
Curtis: Throw in no DQ rules, my wheelhouse, and well...
*Curtis pulls out his shiny new sledgehammer. He slings it over his shoulder.*
Curtis: ...it becomes really dangerous. Let me remind you, I have been chosen to be the archangel of NCW. I am here to fight His battles, to glorify His name through warfare. Showcase his greatness, maybe even convert you a bit. Just batter away at you until I crack that heart of yours and let His love seep in. But I don't want to smash just to smash. Although I used to, very Hulk of me, but now, now there is reason, now there is purpose. And I don't want someone to just stand there and take it, I want a glorious battle. Roberto Verona, he's a damn fine athlete, he'd make a legendary fight. So I'm glad to be going against this guy. But I have to wonder, can he go up against me. I mean, I know he can get crazy, he can definitely beat people up and he knows his way around weapons. But really, against me? I am a master of the dirtiest, most vicious fights around. Can Verona go toe to toe with me? Maybe? Possibly? I hope so, I really do. I want a fight that people will be talking about for ages.
*Curtis looks behind him.*
Curtis: I want a fracas bigger than Kennedy vs. Nixon. I want a war bigger than Gore vs. Bush. More violent than Lincoln vs. Davis! I'm talking Jefferson Davis, the Confederacy President for those of you that didn't pay attention in school. So Verona better be ready for a beating, he better be ready to give a beating, he better be ready to put it all on the line. I realize this match was made at the zero hour, I have no reason to fight him other than that I was asked to, but I take every match seriously. I take every fight as a chance to make Him shine, which I will. This is a showcase for you, for me, for Him, and you better believe it will be a showcase of the immortals.
*Curtis gives a wide grin and then turns around. He looks back at the camera.*
Curtis: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting.
*Curtis starts walking toward the White House. When he gets a few steps away from the door, two secret service guys charge from seemingly out of nowhere and tackle him to the ground. More guys come out, surrounding CDK.*
Curtis: I just want to see the President! Hey! Don't taze me bro!
*The cackle of a tazer is heard as the scene fades.*
*We open in darkness. A light turns on, hanging over a metal table. Curtis is sitting at said table with his arms behind his back. A secret service agent leans into the light.*
Agent: So Mr. Kanyon, what did you think you were going to accomplish today?
Curtis: Just wanted to talk to my homie.
Agent: Really? You ran at the White House, with a sledgehammer, just to talk?
Curtis: ...Yeah.
Agent: You, who beats people up for a profession.
Curtis: Yeah, but I beat up people in my profession.
Agent: Right. You've stated before you love to beat people up. You wish to dish out pain. You've also got a record of multiple personality disorder, schizophrenia, possibly bipolar, and to make matters worse, a former hostile diplomat.
Curtis: What?
Agent: You were in fact the governor of Puerto Rico, yes?
Curtis: Well yeah. That's where I met my wife.
Agent: And you let plenty of your people illegally enter the states!
Curtis: Not on purpose!
Agent: Just admit it Curtis! You were here to attack the president! You were trying to take over this country in the name of Puerto Rico!
Curtis: I haven't been there in years. The president is my homie! Plus, I'm a man of the Lord now, I would never wish to harm the president!
Agent: You were brandishing a sledgehammer. And your not in construction.
Curtis: Okay, so I don't think things through some times, I had it to make a point to my opponent this Sunday.
Agent: Your opponent on Sunday? Really? You want me to believe that?
Curtis: Yes, I'm facing Roberto Verona.
Agent: Oh, that guys good. He'd probably beat your ass if you could make it to the show. But since you'll be stuck behind bars until your deported, I guess that ain't happening!
Curtis: What!? You can't do that! I'm a citizen of the United States! I at least get a trial! Bail! A phone call! Something!
Agent: You seem to have us confused with the law enforcement. We're secret service son, we're above the law. Take him boys.
Curtis: You can't do this! I didn't do anything! I have a life! I'm a national treasure!
*Two agents come out of the darkness and grab CDK by both arms. They pull him away, kicking and screaming. The scene fades again.*
*We open on a set of bars blocking a window. Through the window, we see Curtis D. Kanyon sitting on a cot. The camera pulls back to see a lawn in front of the wall. It pulls back further to see a chain link fence, keeping people away from the building. We pull back further to see a van on the street. The van door opens. GQ and Obsidian step out of the van. Still in the van is still fat, still preacher Russell Jenkins!*
GQ: Are you sure we should be doing this?
Obsidian: He'd do it for us.
Russell: Now that he's a man of God, I can't leave him hanging.
Amber Ashe: I don't think he would have done it for me. Why the hell am I here?
Voice: Because Ms. Ashe, you missed us, and it was about time to put the band back together! If only for one more mission.
*The driver side door slams shut and we pan over to see chubby Ron Gibson with a big cigar in his mouth.*
Ron: Now...let's get dirty!
*The scene fades...to be continued.*
Curtis: Ah, Washington D.C., the place where I go forth to battle Roberto Verona, in a no DQ match. I arrived a little early, I'm taking in the sights. Why not stop by the house of the leader of the free world? Hang out, have a brew, spread the word. Possibly even speak to the President, give him a few tips. I helped run NCW efficiently and effectively for a few months back in the day. But now, now it's all Kelly. And Kelly is not just my boss, but she's also my friend. I don't like everything she does, but she has to make the tough choices. She has a vision for this company, and she makes the rules. And as we all know, first and foremost, follow His rules.
*Kanyon points up to the sky.*
Curtis: And then, as long as they don't conflict, you follow the rules of the law. My opponent for A New Dawn, Roberto Verona, he doesn't seem to like following the rules of Kelly's law. That's not good. Like any good warrior, I am loyal to my queen, and Roberto, he defies her. He bites the hand that feeds him. He yells and screams and throws tantrums and that which she decrees, yet he turns around and cashes his checks with her signature on them. Well Roberto's disrespect is coming to an end. Because now he has been run up against the wall that is Curtis D. Kanyon. A Curtis D. Kanyon that is powered by my Lord, and that is a dangerous, dangerous thing.
*Curtis smells the fresh air, taking it all in. He then pulls his duffel bag off his shoulder and zips it open.*
Curtis: Throw in no DQ rules, my wheelhouse, and well...
*Curtis pulls out his shiny new sledgehammer. He slings it over his shoulder.*
Curtis: ...it becomes really dangerous. Let me remind you, I have been chosen to be the archangel of NCW. I am here to fight His battles, to glorify His name through warfare. Showcase his greatness, maybe even convert you a bit. Just batter away at you until I crack that heart of yours and let His love seep in. But I don't want to smash just to smash. Although I used to, very Hulk of me, but now, now there is reason, now there is purpose. And I don't want someone to just stand there and take it, I want a glorious battle. Roberto Verona, he's a damn fine athlete, he'd make a legendary fight. So I'm glad to be going against this guy. But I have to wonder, can he go up against me. I mean, I know he can get crazy, he can definitely beat people up and he knows his way around weapons. But really, against me? I am a master of the dirtiest, most vicious fights around. Can Verona go toe to toe with me? Maybe? Possibly? I hope so, I really do. I want a fight that people will be talking about for ages.
*Curtis looks behind him.*
Curtis: I want a fracas bigger than Kennedy vs. Nixon. I want a war bigger than Gore vs. Bush. More violent than Lincoln vs. Davis! I'm talking Jefferson Davis, the Confederacy President for those of you that didn't pay attention in school. So Verona better be ready for a beating, he better be ready to give a beating, he better be ready to put it all on the line. I realize this match was made at the zero hour, I have no reason to fight him other than that I was asked to, but I take every match seriously. I take every fight as a chance to make Him shine, which I will. This is a showcase for you, for me, for Him, and you better believe it will be a showcase of the immortals.
*Curtis gives a wide grin and then turns around. He looks back at the camera.*
Curtis: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting.
*Curtis starts walking toward the White House. When he gets a few steps away from the door, two secret service guys charge from seemingly out of nowhere and tackle him to the ground. More guys come out, surrounding CDK.*
Curtis: I just want to see the President! Hey! Don't taze me bro!
*The cackle of a tazer is heard as the scene fades.*
*We open in darkness. A light turns on, hanging over a metal table. Curtis is sitting at said table with his arms behind his back. A secret service agent leans into the light.*
Agent: So Mr. Kanyon, what did you think you were going to accomplish today?
Curtis: Just wanted to talk to my homie.
Agent: Really? You ran at the White House, with a sledgehammer, just to talk?
Curtis: ...Yeah.
Agent: You, who beats people up for a profession.
Curtis: Yeah, but I beat up people in my profession.
Agent: Right. You've stated before you love to beat people up. You wish to dish out pain. You've also got a record of multiple personality disorder, schizophrenia, possibly bipolar, and to make matters worse, a former hostile diplomat.
Curtis: What?
Agent: You were in fact the governor of Puerto Rico, yes?
Curtis: Well yeah. That's where I met my wife.
Agent: And you let plenty of your people illegally enter the states!
Curtis: Not on purpose!
Agent: Just admit it Curtis! You were here to attack the president! You were trying to take over this country in the name of Puerto Rico!
Curtis: I haven't been there in years. The president is my homie! Plus, I'm a man of the Lord now, I would never wish to harm the president!
Agent: You were brandishing a sledgehammer. And your not in construction.
Curtis: Okay, so I don't think things through some times, I had it to make a point to my opponent this Sunday.
Agent: Your opponent on Sunday? Really? You want me to believe that?
Curtis: Yes, I'm facing Roberto Verona.
Agent: Oh, that guys good. He'd probably beat your ass if you could make it to the show. But since you'll be stuck behind bars until your deported, I guess that ain't happening!
Curtis: What!? You can't do that! I'm a citizen of the United States! I at least get a trial! Bail! A phone call! Something!
Agent: You seem to have us confused with the law enforcement. We're secret service son, we're above the law. Take him boys.
Curtis: You can't do this! I didn't do anything! I have a life! I'm a national treasure!
*Two agents come out of the darkness and grab CDK by both arms. They pull him away, kicking and screaming. The scene fades again.*
*We open on a set of bars blocking a window. Through the window, we see Curtis D. Kanyon sitting on a cot. The camera pulls back to see a lawn in front of the wall. It pulls back further to see a chain link fence, keeping people away from the building. We pull back further to see a van on the street. The van door opens. GQ and Obsidian step out of the van. Still in the van is still fat, still preacher Russell Jenkins!*
GQ: Are you sure we should be doing this?
Obsidian: He'd do it for us.
Russell: Now that he's a man of God, I can't leave him hanging.
Amber Ashe: I don't think he would have done it for me. Why the hell am I here?
Voice: Because Ms. Ashe, you missed us, and it was about time to put the band back together! If only for one more mission.
*The driver side door slams shut and we pan over to see chubby Ron Gibson with a big cigar in his mouth.*
Ron: Now...let's get dirty!
*The scene fades...to be continued.*
