Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Sept 20, 2012 15:11:50 GMT -6
*We open in upon Curtis D. Kanyon standing on a rooftop, the wind blowing his hair all about. He looks out at the sunset on the horizon, red-ish clouds in the air.*
Curtis: The sky. The home of my Lord. He's up there watching, looking upon his chosen warrior, fighting the good fight. Spreading the word on his name. You want to believe, he wants you to believe. But I understand it's not as widespread as other religions, I get that. You want to believe in some other higher being, that's fine for now. Ragnarok will come and things will be reset. But inthe mean time, for a mere mortal to come along and claim himself to be a god, that he should be raised up to the level of the mighty Thor? That I cannot and will not allow!
*Curtis curls his hands into fists and raises them to the sky.*
Curtis: That damn Davison is on my mind! It's been tough to focus! I mean, I gave him a doomsday BANG!, but I wasn't the legal man to get the pin that night. Then I was beating him down with my good buddy Adam, but the match got thrown out due to bad driving. And this past week, I was facing someone else, but Davison was always on my mind. I was so happy he came out to confront me after the match, so I could bash his brains in. And now, thanks to the mighty one, I have a chance to do it again, this time on the grand stage, this time with a beautiful belt on the line, and most importantly, this time one on one.
*Curtis gives a half-smile.*
Curtis: I can give you a shpeal about a great battle honoring my god, but I already know it will be a hel of a battle. Whether you are ready and eager or not, I will be making sure this is a fight for the ages. If Davison is ready and his battle plan has been well thought out, it will be a war of legend, if not, then it'll go down as the worst beating I've ever given out!
*Curtis walks over to the ledge and looks down to the street below.*
Curtis: Davison is no god. He is part of no pantheon. He believes he is on high, but I will bring him down to earth. He will "fall from grace" and go splat on the pavement. Then I'll punch him even further down! Then, after I have torn him asunder, I will hold the X championship up high in honor of the all mighty Thor! And Ken will be banished to Hel! For what better punishment for a false idol? His tricks are lamer that Loki's and they fool no one, so it is time I put him to rest.
*Curtis looks at the camera with a burning anger in his eyes.*
Curtis: Davison has falsified his existence for the last time. I take his pride, I take his title, and maybe, I'll even take his career this Sunday. What happens to Davison after that is up to Thor. Me, I'm just doing my job, spreading his word, and clearing the way from these false idols. My rage is coming, my lightning and my thunder! Be prepared to feel the power! Bless you Ken Davison, for you have sinned.
*We fade to the gym. Obsidian is rocking out to his iPod as he does some running on a treadmill. A tray of nachos sits on his menu board. Curtis comes up to him, a towel hanging on his neck. He drinks a swig of water.*
Curtis: Yo buddy, keeping up your cardio?
Obsidian: Yeah, trying out this new thing, full stomach cardio.
*Obsidian eats a cheese covered chip.*
Curtis: Full stomach cardio? I think you got that mixed up.
Obsidian: No, you think I'm working out on an empty stomach, you must be crazy! Trust me, everyone is doing this.
*Behind the two wrestlers, Gib comes out of the locker room wearing nothing but a towel and holding a foot long sub, stacked full of meat. He eats a few bites and then sees the camera on and quickly darts out of camera view.*
Curtis: Okay, if you say so.
Obsidian: You should try it. Thor loves to eat.
Curtis: You do have a point there. Maybe I should.
Obsidian: Bring your game up for fighting that Davison guy.
Curtis: Please, like I need help with that.
*Dinero Suave walks up to Obsidian on the other side, not noticing Curtis.*
Dinero: Hola mi amigo! Are we not doing this today?
*Obsidian's eyes bug out of his head.*
Curtis: Helping with what?
Obsidian: Um...uh...helping me...figure out...how to make the ultimate nachos! He's Mehican...I mean, Mexican, so he would totally be able to give me some pointers that I, as an American, may have missed...yeah...that's the ticket.
Dinero: ...Yes. Because I'm Mexican...and love nachos...as well...
Curtis: There's a lot of awkward pausing here. Listen up chico, my buddy here is working on his cardio, it'll be a few minutes, right?
Obsidian: Right.
Curtis: I need some practice, you look kind of flabby, let's spar in the ring. What do you say?
Dinero: Uh...um...uh...
Obsidian: I think he would love to, being one of the greatest Mexican wrestlers of all time. Right Dinero?
Dinero: ...Yes?
Curtis: Let's do this!
*Curtis slaps his hands together and heads toward the ring.*
Dinero: What have you gotten me into?
Obsidian: It'll be fine. It's just sparring.
Curtis: GREAT AND MIGHTY THOR! HELP ME RELEASE THE LIGHTENING ON THIS POOR FOOL!
Dinero: Ulp!
*To be continued? Yeah, probably.*
Curtis: The sky. The home of my Lord. He's up there watching, looking upon his chosen warrior, fighting the good fight. Spreading the word on his name. You want to believe, he wants you to believe. But I understand it's not as widespread as other religions, I get that. You want to believe in some other higher being, that's fine for now. Ragnarok will come and things will be reset. But inthe mean time, for a mere mortal to come along and claim himself to be a god, that he should be raised up to the level of the mighty Thor? That I cannot and will not allow!
*Curtis curls his hands into fists and raises them to the sky.*
Curtis: That damn Davison is on my mind! It's been tough to focus! I mean, I gave him a doomsday BANG!, but I wasn't the legal man to get the pin that night. Then I was beating him down with my good buddy Adam, but the match got thrown out due to bad driving. And this past week, I was facing someone else, but Davison was always on my mind. I was so happy he came out to confront me after the match, so I could bash his brains in. And now, thanks to the mighty one, I have a chance to do it again, this time on the grand stage, this time with a beautiful belt on the line, and most importantly, this time one on one.
*Curtis gives a half-smile.*
Curtis: I can give you a shpeal about a great battle honoring my god, but I already know it will be a hel of a battle. Whether you are ready and eager or not, I will be making sure this is a fight for the ages. If Davison is ready and his battle plan has been well thought out, it will be a war of legend, if not, then it'll go down as the worst beating I've ever given out!
*Curtis walks over to the ledge and looks down to the street below.*
Curtis: Davison is no god. He is part of no pantheon. He believes he is on high, but I will bring him down to earth. He will "fall from grace" and go splat on the pavement. Then I'll punch him even further down! Then, after I have torn him asunder, I will hold the X championship up high in honor of the all mighty Thor! And Ken will be banished to Hel! For what better punishment for a false idol? His tricks are lamer that Loki's and they fool no one, so it is time I put him to rest.
*Curtis looks at the camera with a burning anger in his eyes.*
Curtis: Davison has falsified his existence for the last time. I take his pride, I take his title, and maybe, I'll even take his career this Sunday. What happens to Davison after that is up to Thor. Me, I'm just doing my job, spreading his word, and clearing the way from these false idols. My rage is coming, my lightning and my thunder! Be prepared to feel the power! Bless you Ken Davison, for you have sinned.
*We fade to the gym. Obsidian is rocking out to his iPod as he does some running on a treadmill. A tray of nachos sits on his menu board. Curtis comes up to him, a towel hanging on his neck. He drinks a swig of water.*
Curtis: Yo buddy, keeping up your cardio?
Obsidian: Yeah, trying out this new thing, full stomach cardio.
*Obsidian eats a cheese covered chip.*
Curtis: Full stomach cardio? I think you got that mixed up.
Obsidian: No, you think I'm working out on an empty stomach, you must be crazy! Trust me, everyone is doing this.
*Behind the two wrestlers, Gib comes out of the locker room wearing nothing but a towel and holding a foot long sub, stacked full of meat. He eats a few bites and then sees the camera on and quickly darts out of camera view.*
Curtis: Okay, if you say so.
Obsidian: You should try it. Thor loves to eat.
Curtis: You do have a point there. Maybe I should.
Obsidian: Bring your game up for fighting that Davison guy.
Curtis: Please, like I need help with that.
*Dinero Suave walks up to Obsidian on the other side, not noticing Curtis.*
Dinero: Hola mi amigo! Are we not doing this today?
*Obsidian's eyes bug out of his head.*
Curtis: Helping with what?
Obsidian: Um...uh...helping me...figure out...how to make the ultimate nachos! He's Mehican...I mean, Mexican, so he would totally be able to give me some pointers that I, as an American, may have missed...yeah...that's the ticket.
Dinero: ...Yes. Because I'm Mexican...and love nachos...as well...
Curtis: There's a lot of awkward pausing here. Listen up chico, my buddy here is working on his cardio, it'll be a few minutes, right?
Obsidian: Right.
Curtis: I need some practice, you look kind of flabby, let's spar in the ring. What do you say?
Dinero: Uh...um...uh...
Obsidian: I think he would love to, being one of the greatest Mexican wrestlers of all time. Right Dinero?
Dinero: ...Yes?
Curtis: Let's do this!
*Curtis slaps his hands together and heads toward the ring.*
Dinero: What have you gotten me into?
Obsidian: It'll be fine. It's just sparring.
Curtis: GREAT AND MIGHTY THOR! HELP ME RELEASE THE LIGHTENING ON THIS POOR FOOL!
Dinero: Ulp!
*To be continued? Yeah, probably.*
