Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Feb 2, 2013 16:13:24 GMT -6
*We open on the interior of the Church of Thor locker room. Some handymen are installing a kick ass looking round table. When they finish, they head over to Curtis D. Kanyon, who was sitting on his throne.*
Handyman: All finished mac. Please sign here.
*Curtis signs a piece of paper.*
Curtis: Thanks fair blacksmiths.
*The handymen look at him funny, but then shrug and walk off.*
Curtis: Bring in the handmaidens!
*Women in renaissance type waitress clothing enter the room, running around the table setting up table cloths, silverware, and steins full of ale. They then leave. Curtis stands up excited.*
Curtis: Awesome!
*Curtis rushes over to the bathroom and opens the door.*
Curtis: You guys! The surprise is ready!
Stephen: Finally! We've been waiting in this bathroom for over an hour!
Captain Howdy: Not how I expected my first official meeting day to go.
Cyrus: This was not all Bobs' your uncle. Plus, I really need to use the loo.
Curtis: But you've been in here for an hour!
Cyrus: Uh...no.
Curtis: Anyway, come out and see!
*Curtis steps back and the guys come out into the room.*
Curtis: BAM!
Howdy: Niiiice. George is going to be so jealous when I tell him about this.
*They all sit at the table.*
Curtis: This is Thor's gift to us for spreading his word gentlemen. This locker room is are war room. This table is where we will make battle plans. As well as drink the finest ale!
*Curtis raises his stein in the air. The others follow suit and they cheers.*
Stephen: This is truly a table meant for the worthy!
Curtis: The maidens are out preparing our meal, so until then, let us discuss this weekend. Last Sunday, we tried to make a statement against a lot of big foes. We introduced our newest Thorite, we made a statement, we made a valiant effort, but I believe we spread ourselves too thin. Despite the fact that we suffered some losses, we let them all know we are hot on there heels and we are not to be taken lightly. This Sunday, we have an opportunity to take the number one contendership for the tag team championships. Why they didn't put Cyrus in this match, I don't know, but we'll take this contendership and give it to the members that makes the most sense. This Sunday, Kingsley and I step in the ring together again, and in the name of Thor, we will rock our opponents!
Stephen: Here here!
*The men raise their steins in the air and then drink.*
Stephen: I mean, look at our opponents! Men who claim to be second best and two guys who are as Mexican as Taco Bell.
Curtis: Yes. The masked idiots are not even worth mentioning, they are a joke. A joke on top of a joke. I know I hate people calling me a joke, so I tend not to do that, but those two, those two are just a joke. As far as the Second Rate Riders, I expected better of Joe. Joe, who could very well be with us, would rather travel around with that schmuck Davey Ortega. We will beat the tar out of them, we will show them why believing your second best makes you second best, and we will stand victorious as new number one contenders to the tag team titles. Then, we will watch as Howdy gains a shot at the X-Title! The Church of Thor is taking over NCW, we will do it title by title, fight by fight, show by show! And hot damn is this a cool table!
Howdy: I could sleep nice on this.
Cyrus: If we drink enough, we all might find out how comfy this table is.
Curtis: Whoa, I don't know what you guys do in Australia, but I don't swing that way.
Stephen: He meant passing out from drinking...right?
Cyrus: YES!
Curtis: Oh, then hell yeah! To Thor! May he bless on our battles! For we are the worthy! Our opponents will feel our fury!
*They cheer and drink again as the scene fades.*
Handyman: All finished mac. Please sign here.
*Curtis signs a piece of paper.*
Curtis: Thanks fair blacksmiths.
*The handymen look at him funny, but then shrug and walk off.*
Curtis: Bring in the handmaidens!
*Women in renaissance type waitress clothing enter the room, running around the table setting up table cloths, silverware, and steins full of ale. They then leave. Curtis stands up excited.*
Curtis: Awesome!
*Curtis rushes over to the bathroom and opens the door.*
Curtis: You guys! The surprise is ready!
Stephen: Finally! We've been waiting in this bathroom for over an hour!
Captain Howdy: Not how I expected my first official meeting day to go.
Cyrus: This was not all Bobs' your uncle. Plus, I really need to use the loo.
Curtis: But you've been in here for an hour!
Cyrus: Uh...no.
Curtis: Anyway, come out and see!
*Curtis steps back and the guys come out into the room.*
Curtis: BAM!
Howdy: Niiiice. George is going to be so jealous when I tell him about this.
*They all sit at the table.*
Curtis: This is Thor's gift to us for spreading his word gentlemen. This locker room is are war room. This table is where we will make battle plans. As well as drink the finest ale!
*Curtis raises his stein in the air. The others follow suit and they cheers.*
Stephen: This is truly a table meant for the worthy!
Curtis: The maidens are out preparing our meal, so until then, let us discuss this weekend. Last Sunday, we tried to make a statement against a lot of big foes. We introduced our newest Thorite, we made a statement, we made a valiant effort, but I believe we spread ourselves too thin. Despite the fact that we suffered some losses, we let them all know we are hot on there heels and we are not to be taken lightly. This Sunday, we have an opportunity to take the number one contendership for the tag team championships. Why they didn't put Cyrus in this match, I don't know, but we'll take this contendership and give it to the members that makes the most sense. This Sunday, Kingsley and I step in the ring together again, and in the name of Thor, we will rock our opponents!
Stephen: Here here!
*The men raise their steins in the air and then drink.*
Stephen: I mean, look at our opponents! Men who claim to be second best and two guys who are as Mexican as Taco Bell.
Curtis: Yes. The masked idiots are not even worth mentioning, they are a joke. A joke on top of a joke. I know I hate people calling me a joke, so I tend not to do that, but those two, those two are just a joke. As far as the Second Rate Riders, I expected better of Joe. Joe, who could very well be with us, would rather travel around with that schmuck Davey Ortega. We will beat the tar out of them, we will show them why believing your second best makes you second best, and we will stand victorious as new number one contenders to the tag team titles. Then, we will watch as Howdy gains a shot at the X-Title! The Church of Thor is taking over NCW, we will do it title by title, fight by fight, show by show! And hot damn is this a cool table!
Howdy: I could sleep nice on this.
Cyrus: If we drink enough, we all might find out how comfy this table is.
Curtis: Whoa, I don't know what you guys do in Australia, but I don't swing that way.
Stephen: He meant passing out from drinking...right?
Cyrus: YES!
Curtis: Oh, then hell yeah! To Thor! May he bless on our battles! For we are the worthy! Our opponents will feel our fury!
*They cheer and drink again as the scene fades.*