Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Mar 16, 2013 19:30:31 GMT -6
*We open in to see Curtis D. Kanyon pacing back and forth in his locker room as he spins his hammer before slamming the handle into his own hand.*
Curtis: Are you serious? Are you freaking serious?
*Curtis slams the hammer down through the coffee table.*
Curtis: You thought I'd hit the round table, but nope, that's too damn expensive!
*The camera pans over to see Stephen Kingsley, Cyrus Daniels, and Captain Howdy all sitting at the round table.*
Curtis: What happened on Sunday? Huh? That was pathetic! We beat the hell out of Team America. We made them suffer. We made them our bitches! Yet somehow, someway...we lost. And you know, it's not just about not winning the tag team championship, oh no. It's also about disappointing Thor. It's about making a mockery of everything he represents! It was four on two, FOUR ON TWO! And we still couldn't get it done.
Daniels: Well to be fair, you got pinned.
Curtis: To be fair? What part of "any means necessary, get dirty" didn't you understand. We're a damn stable! We are a team! When one loses, we all lose, and we have all lost too damn much! I was trying to pick up the slack for all three of you out there!
Howdy: Hey! Cyrus and I weren't in the damn match.
Curtis: No, but you were out there. I don't know if you forgot, but we're supposed to be taking over NCW. I've been on top of the mountain, I've been one of the people in charge, and I want that again! You are supposed to be my warriors three! I took three guys who should be hungry for success because you've all tasted none here in NCW. I'm trying to take you to the top with me, but it ain't workin'.
*Curtis lays his hammer on the table.*
Curtis: Kingsley, you've been my right hand man since the church started, and I appreciate that, I do, really. But you keep getting to damn wrapped up in that woman of yours. You're not focused enough on whats important. Either move the skank to the side, or drop her.
Kingsley: Don't you dare talk about Carly like that!
Curtis: It's truth, you need to hear it. Get your head in the game! And Howdy, you're out the trying to destroy someone every week, I appreciate that. You are a kind of crazy that I understand, but you're too direction-less. Get focused on the task at hand instead of some teddy bear. You should be out making men afraid of you, instead of just creeped out. And Daniels, oh Daniels, what about you.
Daniels: What about me?
Curtis: Since you joined up with the church, you've been in two matches. Two! This is a stable of war, not a social club you lazy bitch!
Daniels: Hey! How dare you, you twat faced--
*Daniels stands up out of his chair, but Kimgsley holds him back.*
Curtis: Don't deny it Cyrus. You've been coasting with us. Well, let me tell you, all of you! You boys need to shape up! I haven't decided who's fighting Helms and Awesome yet, but whichever two it is better get the job done. Because if not, before the end of the night, the number of members in the Church of Thor might change. You get me?
*Everyone at the table looks pissed. Curtis grabs his hammer and places it over his shoulder.*
Curtis: Better start prayin' boys.
*Curtis leaves the room and slams the door.*
Daniels: Bull**** man, bull****.
Kingsley: Let it be mate. We just need to prove ourselves again.
Howdy: What a real quizibuck!
*The scene cuts to Curtis D. Kanyon, outside his locker room door.*
Curtis: Well, I just handed out some tough love. Had to be said, it better light a fire under there asses. Because Thor ain't happy, and if Thor ain't happy, niether am I.
*Curtis swings his hammer around.*
Curtis: I know, we lost to Team America. Added to the longest reigning tag team champions title length because we lost. We thought we had it figured out, we had a plan, it failed. So what. We dust ourselves off, we get up, we try harder. We fight harder. We give Thor a better battle than the day before. Nothing less will make him happy. Nothing. Helms and Awesome, a legendary team back together again. Should I slow clap? Should I give three huzzahs? Or should I just kick your asses?
*Curtis stops to think about it.*
Curtis: Yeah, I'm going with option three. I'm not afraid of either of ya. You're weirdos, I used to be one, I get it. But you don't scare me. You can't confound me with your crazy talk and your freaky logic and your off the wall offense. I am the master of all that. But the question is, will I be one of the ones kicking your asses? Or will I send a couple of my warriors three to whoop your asses? You two are in for a fight, you better be at least. Or someone's got some 'splanin' to do.
*Curtis shakes his head.*
Curtis: Steve, Trent, you'll be in for a vicious battle. We are the worthy. Or we will find out who isn't. I am the breaker of worlds, and one way or another, a world will be broken this Sunday.
*Curtis keeps walking as the scene fades.*
Curtis: Are you serious? Are you freaking serious?
*Curtis slams the hammer down through the coffee table.*
Curtis: You thought I'd hit the round table, but nope, that's too damn expensive!
*The camera pans over to see Stephen Kingsley, Cyrus Daniels, and Captain Howdy all sitting at the round table.*
Curtis: What happened on Sunday? Huh? That was pathetic! We beat the hell out of Team America. We made them suffer. We made them our bitches! Yet somehow, someway...we lost. And you know, it's not just about not winning the tag team championship, oh no. It's also about disappointing Thor. It's about making a mockery of everything he represents! It was four on two, FOUR ON TWO! And we still couldn't get it done.
Daniels: Well to be fair, you got pinned.
Curtis: To be fair? What part of "any means necessary, get dirty" didn't you understand. We're a damn stable! We are a team! When one loses, we all lose, and we have all lost too damn much! I was trying to pick up the slack for all three of you out there!
Howdy: Hey! Cyrus and I weren't in the damn match.
Curtis: No, but you were out there. I don't know if you forgot, but we're supposed to be taking over NCW. I've been on top of the mountain, I've been one of the people in charge, and I want that again! You are supposed to be my warriors three! I took three guys who should be hungry for success because you've all tasted none here in NCW. I'm trying to take you to the top with me, but it ain't workin'.
*Curtis lays his hammer on the table.*
Curtis: Kingsley, you've been my right hand man since the church started, and I appreciate that, I do, really. But you keep getting to damn wrapped up in that woman of yours. You're not focused enough on whats important. Either move the skank to the side, or drop her.
Kingsley: Don't you dare talk about Carly like that!
Curtis: It's truth, you need to hear it. Get your head in the game! And Howdy, you're out the trying to destroy someone every week, I appreciate that. You are a kind of crazy that I understand, but you're too direction-less. Get focused on the task at hand instead of some teddy bear. You should be out making men afraid of you, instead of just creeped out. And Daniels, oh Daniels, what about you.
Daniels: What about me?
Curtis: Since you joined up with the church, you've been in two matches. Two! This is a stable of war, not a social club you lazy bitch!
Daniels: Hey! How dare you, you twat faced--
*Daniels stands up out of his chair, but Kimgsley holds him back.*
Curtis: Don't deny it Cyrus. You've been coasting with us. Well, let me tell you, all of you! You boys need to shape up! I haven't decided who's fighting Helms and Awesome yet, but whichever two it is better get the job done. Because if not, before the end of the night, the number of members in the Church of Thor might change. You get me?
*Everyone at the table looks pissed. Curtis grabs his hammer and places it over his shoulder.*
Curtis: Better start prayin' boys.
*Curtis leaves the room and slams the door.*
Daniels: Bull**** man, bull****.
Kingsley: Let it be mate. We just need to prove ourselves again.
Howdy: What a real quizibuck!
*The scene cuts to Curtis D. Kanyon, outside his locker room door.*
Curtis: Well, I just handed out some tough love. Had to be said, it better light a fire under there asses. Because Thor ain't happy, and if Thor ain't happy, niether am I.
*Curtis swings his hammer around.*
Curtis: I know, we lost to Team America. Added to the longest reigning tag team champions title length because we lost. We thought we had it figured out, we had a plan, it failed. So what. We dust ourselves off, we get up, we try harder. We fight harder. We give Thor a better battle than the day before. Nothing less will make him happy. Nothing. Helms and Awesome, a legendary team back together again. Should I slow clap? Should I give three huzzahs? Or should I just kick your asses?
*Curtis stops to think about it.*
Curtis: Yeah, I'm going with option three. I'm not afraid of either of ya. You're weirdos, I used to be one, I get it. But you don't scare me. You can't confound me with your crazy talk and your freaky logic and your off the wall offense. I am the master of all that. But the question is, will I be one of the ones kicking your asses? Or will I send a couple of my warriors three to whoop your asses? You two are in for a fight, you better be at least. Or someone's got some 'splanin' to do.
*Curtis shakes his head.*
Curtis: Steve, Trent, you'll be in for a vicious battle. We are the worthy. Or we will find out who isn't. I am the breaker of worlds, and one way or another, a world will be broken this Sunday.
*Curtis keeps walking as the scene fades.*