Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jan 5, 2013 21:00:47 GMT -6
*We open upon the locker room of Curtis D. Kanyon. He walks in with Criminal Intent in tow.*
Curtis: Here my brethren is your new place of worship.
Cyrus: Cool chair.
*Cyrus points to the throne.*
Curtis: That's mine! I sit there. Anywhere else is all yours, but that's my spot.
Stephen: All...right. That's fine.
Curtis: Get settled in gents, we are about to take an epic journey. It has been deemed by the mighty one that we start the revolution! We take it to the max! The Church of Thor has it's first official outing this Sunday at Mind Games, and we will dominate!
Stephen: Yes, for Thor, we will bring a heavy battle down upon these two heathens.
*Curtis sits in his throne and hoists his sledgehammer onto his lap.*
Curtis: Gentlemen, we stand on the precipice of greatness. We stand at the gate of a new era, and we are opening the doors. The Odin-son will rule this land again, and we are the harbingers. We will gain more followers, and more followers, and yet even more. Every battle, every war, every fight, we will sway more minds. We will make them believe in our Thunder God.
*Curtis tosses the hammer and it makes a loud thud on the ground. Curtis gets up.*
Curtis: In fact, this deserves a toast.
*Curtis goes to the kitchen area and some clanging is heard as well as some pouring. He returns with steins full of ale and hands them to his cohorts.*
Curtis: I made sure to get Fosters.
*Curtis gives a thumbs up to Stephen and Cyrus. They shrug.*
Curtis: To the Church of Thor! To humble beginnings, and the glorious road ahead!
Stephen and Cyrus: Cheers mate!
*They clink cups and the scene fades.*
*We fade in later to see Curtis snoring on the couch. GQ walks in and looks around.*
GQ: Looks like a freakin' tornado ran through here.
*GQ walks through some cans of beer on the floor. He sees the throne and tip toes over to it, looking it over. He then sits on it.*
GQ: Oh...this is nice...this is real nice...
*GQ sits up proper and tries to feel manly.*
Curtis: Rah! Na...sa...frazza...
*GQ jumps out of the chair. He kicks some cans around and the noise awakens Curtis.*
Curtis: What the!?
GQ: Hey dude, wassup? Sorry to wake you. Must have had a hell of a party.
Curtis: Oh yeah, just celebrating with my parish. We are going to reek some major havoc this Sunday.
GQ: At least you have a match.
Curtis: What?
GQ: Nothing, go on.
Curtis: Yeah, we're facing Caleb Lockwood and Will Washington. I mean, we just beat the hel out of Lockwood this past week, so we get to do that all over again. And Washington I know can bring a most excellent fight. So this will be a great war, a great and dangerous war. On a grand stage we will make an impact! We will cast Washington and Lockwood down like dogs until they grovel at our feet and know the word of our lord, the all mighty one.
GQ: That's kinda dark.
Curtis: It is what must be done. For we are the worthy. We are the breakers. Lockwood and Washington are not worthy, and they will feel our lord's wrath. To everything there is a beginning, a middle, and an end. Trust me my friend, this has only just begun.
*Curtis stands up and stumbles over to his throne. He sits and smiles.*
Curtis: Just...begun...
*Curtis falls back asleep, GQ, looks around, the scene fades out.*
Curtis: Here my brethren is your new place of worship.
Cyrus: Cool chair.
*Cyrus points to the throne.*
Curtis: That's mine! I sit there. Anywhere else is all yours, but that's my spot.
Stephen: All...right. That's fine.
Curtis: Get settled in gents, we are about to take an epic journey. It has been deemed by the mighty one that we start the revolution! We take it to the max! The Church of Thor has it's first official outing this Sunday at Mind Games, and we will dominate!
Stephen: Yes, for Thor, we will bring a heavy battle down upon these two heathens.
*Curtis sits in his throne and hoists his sledgehammer onto his lap.*
Curtis: Gentlemen, we stand on the precipice of greatness. We stand at the gate of a new era, and we are opening the doors. The Odin-son will rule this land again, and we are the harbingers. We will gain more followers, and more followers, and yet even more. Every battle, every war, every fight, we will sway more minds. We will make them believe in our Thunder God.
*Curtis tosses the hammer and it makes a loud thud on the ground. Curtis gets up.*
Curtis: In fact, this deserves a toast.
*Curtis goes to the kitchen area and some clanging is heard as well as some pouring. He returns with steins full of ale and hands them to his cohorts.*
Curtis: I made sure to get Fosters.
*Curtis gives a thumbs up to Stephen and Cyrus. They shrug.*
Curtis: To the Church of Thor! To humble beginnings, and the glorious road ahead!
Stephen and Cyrus: Cheers mate!
*They clink cups and the scene fades.*
*We fade in later to see Curtis snoring on the couch. GQ walks in and looks around.*
GQ: Looks like a freakin' tornado ran through here.
*GQ walks through some cans of beer on the floor. He sees the throne and tip toes over to it, looking it over. He then sits on it.*
GQ: Oh...this is nice...this is real nice...
*GQ sits up proper and tries to feel manly.*
Curtis: Rah! Na...sa...frazza...
*GQ jumps out of the chair. He kicks some cans around and the noise awakens Curtis.*
Curtis: What the!?
GQ: Hey dude, wassup? Sorry to wake you. Must have had a hell of a party.
Curtis: Oh yeah, just celebrating with my parish. We are going to reek some major havoc this Sunday.
GQ: At least you have a match.
Curtis: What?
GQ: Nothing, go on.
Curtis: Yeah, we're facing Caleb Lockwood and Will Washington. I mean, we just beat the hel out of Lockwood this past week, so we get to do that all over again. And Washington I know can bring a most excellent fight. So this will be a great war, a great and dangerous war. On a grand stage we will make an impact! We will cast Washington and Lockwood down like dogs until they grovel at our feet and know the word of our lord, the all mighty one.
GQ: That's kinda dark.
Curtis: It is what must be done. For we are the worthy. We are the breakers. Lockwood and Washington are not worthy, and they will feel our lord's wrath. To everything there is a beginning, a middle, and an end. Trust me my friend, this has only just begun.
*Curtis stands up and stumbles over to his throne. He sits and smiles.*
Curtis: Just...begun...
*Curtis falls back asleep, GQ, looks around, the scene fades out.*