Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Feb 9, 2013 19:48:33 GMT -6
*We open in on the four members of the Church of Thor sitting around their Round Table, mid-conversation.*
Curtis: Carly let you do that!? You pimp!
*Curtis and Stephen fist bump.*
Howdy: My my, even I'm not crazy enough to ask for that.
Curtis: But on to business gents. We have a hel of a task in front of us. Two guys that just had a shot against the champs. Did they earn it? No. And they lost. But if we can't beat them, how could the champs take us seriously. One is a former world champion, one is some new punk. We are the warriors of Thor. There should be no contest between us and them. We should be walking out of there with our heads held high as victors in the name of the mighty one!
Everyone: Here here!
Curtis: BUT! That kind of thinking guarantees a loss! We do not waltz in there thinking this match is over before it's won. We do not take these two fools lightly! Even if they are a brand new team! Even if we out class them in every way! One slip up, one mistake, one time we get our eye off the ball, and they could gain the three seconds they need for victory. So we will not fail, we will not falter. We go out there and we beat those boys black and blue.
Cyrus: Uh, you mean just blue. They're already...you know...
Curtis: Oh, right. Sure. I guess.
Howdy: You're tag team thing is all well and good, but what of me and Hammond.
Curtis: Please. Though Hammond is also a former world champion, he's been a shell of his former self for years. You have the same motivation, don't slip up, don't make a mistake. Study his old tapes when he was actually good if you must, and you shall be fine.
Stephen: This weekend, we make more statements in the name of our god.
Curtis: Hel yes we are.
*They cheer and clink their steins together as the scene fades.*
*We open in on Curtis, sitting in his throne.*
Curtis: We are taking over. You know that right? You can call us a joke. You can throw us to the side and look at what you think is important. But while we go unnoticed, while you don't pay attention to us, we take over. While you're busy watching Verona and Formularo and Lazlo, we are taking over. It starts with the tag team titles. We take those titles, we take the X title, we take the National title. We hold them all hostage if we have to to get that World title into the fold. Thor's will shall be done. Team America, you watch this ****. You watch intently, you see what will be your fate. You dare...you dare to take the longest reign in tag team history and gloat about it? Are you kidding me? Who have you beat? Who have you actually valiantly faced? You took the belts from the Internationals, I'll give you that one, sure. But since then, who? Can you even name them? You didn't defend against the greats like Dirty Deal or Knitely Bangs did. You don't deserve to glorify your title reign Team America. But that's fine, sit in your ivory tower and rest while the Church of Thor goes out there and tears a new one into Black Stereo. Enjoy the destruction we bring down upon them, because it is just a precursor to what we will do to you. Old man Gib, little prissy Simon. Enjoy the disaster.
*Curtis tells the camera to get closer with his finger. It zooms in.*
Curtis: Todd, A.C., understand that this will be a disaster for you. Don't blame us. Thor has put you in our path. See the light, and maybe you'll be saved. Ride the lightening. Or else it will burn you. We will smash you, we will bash you. It will not be pretty. But there is nothing you can do about it, because you are not worthy.
*Curtis smirks as the scene fades out.*
Curtis: Carly let you do that!? You pimp!
*Curtis and Stephen fist bump.*
Howdy: My my, even I'm not crazy enough to ask for that.
Curtis: But on to business gents. We have a hel of a task in front of us. Two guys that just had a shot against the champs. Did they earn it? No. And they lost. But if we can't beat them, how could the champs take us seriously. One is a former world champion, one is some new punk. We are the warriors of Thor. There should be no contest between us and them. We should be walking out of there with our heads held high as victors in the name of the mighty one!
Everyone: Here here!
Curtis: BUT! That kind of thinking guarantees a loss! We do not waltz in there thinking this match is over before it's won. We do not take these two fools lightly! Even if they are a brand new team! Even if we out class them in every way! One slip up, one mistake, one time we get our eye off the ball, and they could gain the three seconds they need for victory. So we will not fail, we will not falter. We go out there and we beat those boys black and blue.
Cyrus: Uh, you mean just blue. They're already...you know...
Curtis: Oh, right. Sure. I guess.
Howdy: You're tag team thing is all well and good, but what of me and Hammond.
Curtis: Please. Though Hammond is also a former world champion, he's been a shell of his former self for years. You have the same motivation, don't slip up, don't make a mistake. Study his old tapes when he was actually good if you must, and you shall be fine.
Stephen: This weekend, we make more statements in the name of our god.
Curtis: Hel yes we are.
*They cheer and clink their steins together as the scene fades.*
*We open in on Curtis, sitting in his throne.*
Curtis: We are taking over. You know that right? You can call us a joke. You can throw us to the side and look at what you think is important. But while we go unnoticed, while you don't pay attention to us, we take over. While you're busy watching Verona and Formularo and Lazlo, we are taking over. It starts with the tag team titles. We take those titles, we take the X title, we take the National title. We hold them all hostage if we have to to get that World title into the fold. Thor's will shall be done. Team America, you watch this ****. You watch intently, you see what will be your fate. You dare...you dare to take the longest reign in tag team history and gloat about it? Are you kidding me? Who have you beat? Who have you actually valiantly faced? You took the belts from the Internationals, I'll give you that one, sure. But since then, who? Can you even name them? You didn't defend against the greats like Dirty Deal or Knitely Bangs did. You don't deserve to glorify your title reign Team America. But that's fine, sit in your ivory tower and rest while the Church of Thor goes out there and tears a new one into Black Stereo. Enjoy the destruction we bring down upon them, because it is just a precursor to what we will do to you. Old man Gib, little prissy Simon. Enjoy the disaster.
*Curtis tells the camera to get closer with his finger. It zooms in.*
Curtis: Todd, A.C., understand that this will be a disaster for you. Don't blame us. Thor has put you in our path. See the light, and maybe you'll be saved. Ride the lightening. Or else it will burn you. We will smash you, we will bash you. It will not be pretty. But there is nothing you can do about it, because you are not worthy.
*Curtis smirks as the scene fades out.*