Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Sept 22, 2012 2:22:39 GMT -6
*We open in on Curtis D Kanyon warming up in the gym ring. Dinero Suave cautiously enters.*
Curtis: Come on. Let's do this!
Dinero: This is just sparring right. No injuries...no bone breaking.
Curtis: We'll see.
Dinero: Ulp!
*Curtis and Dinero circle around the ring, and Curtis lunges in and Dinero dodges the lock up. Curtis goes to grab him again, and again he dodges.*
Curtis: Come on!
*Curtis goes for a clothesline.*
Dinero: Drop low like there's money on the flo!
*Dinero ducks. Curtis turns around and charges.*
Dinero: Birds flying high, you know how I feel.
*Dinero leapfrogs over Curtis.*
Curtis: what the hell are you gabbing about?
Dinero: I sing rap lyrics while I wrestle. Helps me think.
Curtis: Stop that, it's annoying!
*We cut to Curtis standing in the dark.*
Curtis: Davison, I don't know what to tell you, other than you suck. You absolutely suck! ...But...don't take that as me being angry. Don't take it as me being run out of words for you. Because I don't mean you suck as in your a piece of ****. On the contrary, you are a great wrestler. You've already proven that, that's why you were the belt. And I'm not being petty...I don't mean you suck in the gay way. Not that I'm condemning you if you are. What I'm trying to say is that aside from your wrestling ability and your questionable sexuality, you as a person are a bottom feeding piece of trash that sucks on garbage juice to get by! You try to feed off other people believing your hype, thinking you are some sort of deity! No no no no no! You don't play that card with me, you don't play that card when real immortals are still watching down on midgard! Thor does not like what your saying, and I don't like what your saying, and he's sending me to kick your ass!
*We cut back to the gym, Dinero gets thrown with a huge belly to belly suplex! He rolls into the ropes, where Obsidian is standing outside.*
Dinero: Help me Obsidian.
Obsidian: You're an amazing Mexican wrestler, what do you need me for?
Dinero: You know damn well!
Obsidian: Shut up and don't blow it.
*Dinero reaches for Obsidian, but quickly gets yanked back into the ring. Obsidian eats a nacho.*
*Back in the darkness.*
Curtis: A man with claims like yours, he only makes these claims because he wants to be famous. He wants to stir the pot, get people to talk about him. But the problem with that plan is that some times, you get the attention that you don't want. And Ken, you got my attention, and trust me when I say, you do not want that. You see, you wanted to be famous, you came to the right place. NCW is the premier spot, the biggest wrestling federation in the world! But the problem with that is, it's got the baddest wrestlers int world too, and your looking at the meanest, most vicious one there is. I may have recently gotten a few morals, but that doesn't change the fact that I love to fight, and I want to have the grandest, most violent battles ever seen. But now, with you on my radar, with you pissing me off, well, I'm going to make you famous Ken, I'm going to make you damn famous! Unfortunately for you, Battle Grounds will be known as the night I drastically shortened your career!
*Back at the gym, Curtis hip tosses Dinero. Dinero sits up, holding his back in pain. Obsidian jumps up to the apron.*
Obsidian: Good job, that was text book.
*Curtis pulls Dinero up off the mat and throws him into the corner nearest Obsidian.*
Dinero: Tag me out, I can't handle this sparring no more.
Obsidian: Why would I do that? We are not a tag team.
*Dinero looks at Obsidian and snarls. But suddenly Curtis avalanches Dinero. He pulls Dinero out of the corner and lifts him for a powerbomb. Dinero reverses it with a hurricanrana!*
Dinero: Flip flip flipadelphia! I mean, crap!
*Curtis gets up looking angry.*
Dinero: Remember amigo! Sparring, sparring!
Curtis: Oh, I'll spar you good!
*Curtis charges in and delivers a knee to Dinero's face.*
*Back to Curtis in the darkness.*
Curtis: You claim to be something your not, but when I tell you that I am the archangel of NCW, that is fact. I am here to fight for Thor, to glorify his name, and to punish those who wish ill will to him and his followers. You are in his cross hairs, therefore you are also in mine. With my own mjolnir at my side, I will take the fight to you hard. You think Mike was hard. You think he was the greatest X Champion before you? You know, maybe your right, maybe. But he's not the best co-champion that belt has ever had. I co-held a version of that belt, and it was a hell of a ride, and by the grace of my god, I'm getting to challenge you for that very belt. I don't need it to be there to want to kick your ass, but if I'm going to kick your ass anyway, why not kick you while your down and yank that belt away from you while I'm at it? Rub a little salt in the wound. You have a well deserved whooping coming to you Ken, and who better than the archangel to give it to you?
*Back at the gym, Dinero is running up a turnbuckle just to try and get away, but Curtis grabs him by a leg and yanks him off the top.*
Dinero: I'm done sparring. Sparring is done. Home go now.
Curtis: Just a few more minutes buddy!
*Curtis grabs him around the waist and hits a german suplex. Dinero gets up groggy and suddenly, BANG! Curtis rolls to a knee and looks down at Dinero, folded in half.*
Curtis: Hey Obsidian, ever wonder what a luchador looks like under these masks?
Obsidian: Yeah I kinda--NO! No, you have to leave his mask on!
*Obsidian rushes into the ring and quickly gets between Curtis and Dinero.*
Obsidian: It's a heritage thing. You know how it is.
Curtis: I guess I can respect that. My brother-in-law is Mexican, so I know how crazy they can get about traditions and what not.
Obsidian: I thought he was Puerto Rican, like your lady?
Curtis: No, they're both ethnically half Puerto Rican, half Mexican. She was born in uerto Rico, he was born in Mexico.
Obsidian: Oh, cool. So after that sparring, you all ready for Ken Davison?
Curtis: For him? Please, I've been ready. This was just for fun. I know I can take Ken, I don't sweat him. Besides, I just don't like the guy, so no matter the out come, he's going to get the snot beat out of him. He tries to run, he tries to get out on a DQ, he's still going to feel the pain, trust me on that one.
Obsidian: I say--I say, that is indeed one right and might fine idea ya got there.
Curtis: Why are you talking like Foghorn Leghorn?
Obsidian: That wasn't Foghorn, I was talking old-timey Norse.
Curtis: That was totally Foghorn.
Obsidian: Oh. I'll need to watch Thor again.
Curtis: Good movie.
Obsidian: Quite right, cheerio!
Curtis: That's British.
Obsidian: Damn.
Curtis: Well, when he wakes up, tell him thanks for the sparring. Later buddy. I gotta find GQ.
Obsidian: ...all right...later.
*Curtis exits the ring. Obsidian turns to Dinero Suave.*
Obsidian: Dude. Wake up. You feeling all right?
Dinero: You suck. You're friendship is bad and you should feel bad.
Obsidian: Let me help you up. You look terrible and you need to look less terrible quicker.
Dinero: Okay, after this message.
*Dinero's head falls back to the mat. Obsidian slaps his face a few times as we fade out.*
*We go back to the dark room one more time!*
Curtis: I noticed your looking a little worse for wear lately Ken. Not so "godly" eh? I like to give pain, I like to get pain. I live with injuries every day. It's the wrestling business, who doesn't? But only a select few truly embrace it. I do, you do. When two men who embrace the pain meet up in the ring, damn does it get epic. Now, if you're lying to me, I'll find out very quickly. But if you're not, this will be a battle for the ages. A battle Thor can be proud of, whether you like it or not. Enjoy your days before Battle Grounds, because after the night is over, you will never be the same again. You suck as a person Ken, the archangel is going to make you famous and beat you within an inch of your life. BANG!
*The scene fades out.*
Curtis: Come on. Let's do this!
Dinero: This is just sparring right. No injuries...no bone breaking.
Curtis: We'll see.
Dinero: Ulp!
*Curtis and Dinero circle around the ring, and Curtis lunges in and Dinero dodges the lock up. Curtis goes to grab him again, and again he dodges.*
Curtis: Come on!
*Curtis goes for a clothesline.*
Dinero: Drop low like there's money on the flo!
*Dinero ducks. Curtis turns around and charges.*
Dinero: Birds flying high, you know how I feel.
*Dinero leapfrogs over Curtis.*
Curtis: what the hell are you gabbing about?
Dinero: I sing rap lyrics while I wrestle. Helps me think.
Curtis: Stop that, it's annoying!
*We cut to Curtis standing in the dark.*
Curtis: Davison, I don't know what to tell you, other than you suck. You absolutely suck! ...But...don't take that as me being angry. Don't take it as me being run out of words for you. Because I don't mean you suck as in your a piece of ****. On the contrary, you are a great wrestler. You've already proven that, that's why you were the belt. And I'm not being petty...I don't mean you suck in the gay way. Not that I'm condemning you if you are. What I'm trying to say is that aside from your wrestling ability and your questionable sexuality, you as a person are a bottom feeding piece of trash that sucks on garbage juice to get by! You try to feed off other people believing your hype, thinking you are some sort of deity! No no no no no! You don't play that card with me, you don't play that card when real immortals are still watching down on midgard! Thor does not like what your saying, and I don't like what your saying, and he's sending me to kick your ass!
*We cut back to the gym, Dinero gets thrown with a huge belly to belly suplex! He rolls into the ropes, where Obsidian is standing outside.*
Dinero: Help me Obsidian.
Obsidian: You're an amazing Mexican wrestler, what do you need me for?
Dinero: You know damn well!
Obsidian: Shut up and don't blow it.
*Dinero reaches for Obsidian, but quickly gets yanked back into the ring. Obsidian eats a nacho.*
*Back in the darkness.*
Curtis: A man with claims like yours, he only makes these claims because he wants to be famous. He wants to stir the pot, get people to talk about him. But the problem with that plan is that some times, you get the attention that you don't want. And Ken, you got my attention, and trust me when I say, you do not want that. You see, you wanted to be famous, you came to the right place. NCW is the premier spot, the biggest wrestling federation in the world! But the problem with that is, it's got the baddest wrestlers int world too, and your looking at the meanest, most vicious one there is. I may have recently gotten a few morals, but that doesn't change the fact that I love to fight, and I want to have the grandest, most violent battles ever seen. But now, with you on my radar, with you pissing me off, well, I'm going to make you famous Ken, I'm going to make you damn famous! Unfortunately for you, Battle Grounds will be known as the night I drastically shortened your career!
*Back at the gym, Curtis hip tosses Dinero. Dinero sits up, holding his back in pain. Obsidian jumps up to the apron.*
Obsidian: Good job, that was text book.
*Curtis pulls Dinero up off the mat and throws him into the corner nearest Obsidian.*
Dinero: Tag me out, I can't handle this sparring no more.
Obsidian: Why would I do that? We are not a tag team.
*Dinero looks at Obsidian and snarls. But suddenly Curtis avalanches Dinero. He pulls Dinero out of the corner and lifts him for a powerbomb. Dinero reverses it with a hurricanrana!*
Dinero: Flip flip flipadelphia! I mean, crap!
*Curtis gets up looking angry.*
Dinero: Remember amigo! Sparring, sparring!
Curtis: Oh, I'll spar you good!
*Curtis charges in and delivers a knee to Dinero's face.*
*Back to Curtis in the darkness.*
Curtis: You claim to be something your not, but when I tell you that I am the archangel of NCW, that is fact. I am here to fight for Thor, to glorify his name, and to punish those who wish ill will to him and his followers. You are in his cross hairs, therefore you are also in mine. With my own mjolnir at my side, I will take the fight to you hard. You think Mike was hard. You think he was the greatest X Champion before you? You know, maybe your right, maybe. But he's not the best co-champion that belt has ever had. I co-held a version of that belt, and it was a hell of a ride, and by the grace of my god, I'm getting to challenge you for that very belt. I don't need it to be there to want to kick your ass, but if I'm going to kick your ass anyway, why not kick you while your down and yank that belt away from you while I'm at it? Rub a little salt in the wound. You have a well deserved whooping coming to you Ken, and who better than the archangel to give it to you?
*Back at the gym, Dinero is running up a turnbuckle just to try and get away, but Curtis grabs him by a leg and yanks him off the top.*
Dinero: I'm done sparring. Sparring is done. Home go now.
Curtis: Just a few more minutes buddy!
*Curtis grabs him around the waist and hits a german suplex. Dinero gets up groggy and suddenly, BANG! Curtis rolls to a knee and looks down at Dinero, folded in half.*
Curtis: Hey Obsidian, ever wonder what a luchador looks like under these masks?
Obsidian: Yeah I kinda--NO! No, you have to leave his mask on!
*Obsidian rushes into the ring and quickly gets between Curtis and Dinero.*
Obsidian: It's a heritage thing. You know how it is.
Curtis: I guess I can respect that. My brother-in-law is Mexican, so I know how crazy they can get about traditions and what not.
Obsidian: I thought he was Puerto Rican, like your lady?
Curtis: No, they're both ethnically half Puerto Rican, half Mexican. She was born in uerto Rico, he was born in Mexico.
Obsidian: Oh, cool. So after that sparring, you all ready for Ken Davison?
Curtis: For him? Please, I've been ready. This was just for fun. I know I can take Ken, I don't sweat him. Besides, I just don't like the guy, so no matter the out come, he's going to get the snot beat out of him. He tries to run, he tries to get out on a DQ, he's still going to feel the pain, trust me on that one.
Obsidian: I say--I say, that is indeed one right and might fine idea ya got there.
Curtis: Why are you talking like Foghorn Leghorn?
Obsidian: That wasn't Foghorn, I was talking old-timey Norse.
Curtis: That was totally Foghorn.
Obsidian: Oh. I'll need to watch Thor again.
Curtis: Good movie.
Obsidian: Quite right, cheerio!
Curtis: That's British.
Obsidian: Damn.
Curtis: Well, when he wakes up, tell him thanks for the sparring. Later buddy. I gotta find GQ.
Obsidian: ...all right...later.
*Curtis exits the ring. Obsidian turns to Dinero Suave.*
Obsidian: Dude. Wake up. You feeling all right?
Dinero: You suck. You're friendship is bad and you should feel bad.
Obsidian: Let me help you up. You look terrible and you need to look less terrible quicker.
Dinero: Okay, after this message.
*Dinero's head falls back to the mat. Obsidian slaps his face a few times as we fade out.*
*We go back to the dark room one more time!*
Curtis: I noticed your looking a little worse for wear lately Ken. Not so "godly" eh? I like to give pain, I like to get pain. I live with injuries every day. It's the wrestling business, who doesn't? But only a select few truly embrace it. I do, you do. When two men who embrace the pain meet up in the ring, damn does it get epic. Now, if you're lying to me, I'll find out very quickly. But if you're not, this will be a battle for the ages. A battle Thor can be proud of, whether you like it or not. Enjoy your days before Battle Grounds, because after the night is over, you will never be the same again. You suck as a person Ken, the archangel is going to make you famous and beat you within an inch of your life. BANG!
*The scene fades out.*
