Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Feb 10, 2009 22:56:03 GMT -6
*The scene opens on some large metal bars. The camera pulls out to show Amber Ashe standing behind said bars, looking angry.*
Amber: Get me out of here!
*The camera continues to pull back to reveal Dirty Deal's demolitioned locker room.*
Curtis: No can do girlie. We got paid for a job. We're gonna keep doing that.
Ron: Tough luck for you.
Amber: I'll match it and double it! Let me go.
Curtis: Sorry babe, we got a large sum for the kidnap, and the payment for the brutal beatdown at Crossroads is a slave. Namely you.
Ron: And we know a thing or two about slaves.
Curtis: You have a lot of work ahead of you. You're going to be in charge of moving our destroyed locker room from arena to arena. I mean, we messed up our locker room a week ago after losing to those emo kids and its expensive to get everything shipped to the next arena just as it was.
Amber: Why don't you just clean it up?
Curtis: That's a good idea...for you. We'll be sure to move it to the Canadian arena so you can start cleaning after the match.
Ron: I can't believe we have to go to Canada. Damn Canadians.
Curtis: Canadian is just another word for fa--
Russell: Don't finish that thought!
Ron: There's another job you'll have. Distracting this goof.
Russell: Hey!
Amber: So...you're not going to abuse me.
Ron: We would...
Russell: But I won't allow that.
Curtis: Yeah.
Amber: Well, it doesn't matter. You won't have your way with me because I know Jason will save me!
Ron: Ha! ...Ha ha!
Curtis & Ron: Ha ha ha ha!
Curtis, Ron, & Russell: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ron: Shut up Russell!
Russell: *Hangs head in sadness.*
Curtis: *In a robotic voice, and moving like a robot, stopping during each pause* My name is sexy Jason...my lights were out...before the arena's lights...Dirty Deal...you blindsided me...I suck...and will be brutally beaten.
Ron: That was spot on!
Amber: It was not!
Curtis: Of course it was. Not only should we beat the hell out of him, which we're getting paid to do by someone who realizes how kick ass we are, we should sue him for false advertising. "Sexy" Jason ain't sexy at all!
Ron: Ugly mother fudger!
Russell: Hey! Don't you...oh, I guess that's okay.
Curtis: Ron's sexier than Jason. I'm damn sure sexier than Jason.
Ron: I mean, we're beating chicks every night!
Russell: You mean beating them off of you?
Curtis: Sure that too. But I assure you, I am faithful to my lovely wife, the luckiest woman in the world, because she gets this sexy mother fluffer!
Russell: NO! Wait...yeah, that's fine. Stop doing that! Or don't...I need to look that up.
Amber: Jason is more of a man than either of you!
Curtis: Oh, really? Why is that? Because he means something to you? Huh? Because according to him, you don't mean anything. He was asked what you mean to him, and he brushed off the question. He acted like he didn't even hear it. He doesn't care about you at all woman! He's just using you for some face time. He's using you to get noticed by the people. Why not some arm candy to help propel his unsexy career!
Amber: THAT'S NOT TRUE!
Curtis: Look, at least we're straight up with you. You know where we're coming from. Besides, it's not like you have a choice anyway, so get used to being under the service of Dirty Deal. We're straight and to the point, not all manipulative and secret like your wanna be boy toy Jason. We're going to destroy him. And when we're done destroying him, we'll put him through a table and end his damn career. Because we're pissed off and ready to be as dirty as we want to be!
Ron: As dirty as we need to be!
Curtis: We're prepared to face a dangerous Jason. But is he prepared to face us? He's not fighting two yahoos that are out to showboat, we don't have any titles to worry about, we don't have anything to lose at all. We just want to go out and let our anger loose! And we're going to unleash that anger on Jason and the poor table that'll be crushed beneath him!
Ron: Feeding time!
*Ron throws a double cheeseburger from McDonald's at Amber.*
Amber: I don't eat fast food.
Ron: Too bad bi--
Russell: No.
Ron: female dog?
Russell: Fine.
Curtis: Well, see ya tomorrow.
*Curtis, Ron, and Russell start to leave.*
Amber: Russell! You can't allow this, you're a lawyer.
Russell: This isn't what I'm currently being paid to for, sorry.
*They leave and Ron turns the light off. Amber is alone in the dark in the cage. The sound of a wrapper being messed with is heard as the scene fades out.*
Amber: Get me out of here!
*The camera continues to pull back to reveal Dirty Deal's demolitioned locker room.*
Curtis: No can do girlie. We got paid for a job. We're gonna keep doing that.
Ron: Tough luck for you.
Amber: I'll match it and double it! Let me go.
Curtis: Sorry babe, we got a large sum for the kidnap, and the payment for the brutal beatdown at Crossroads is a slave. Namely you.
Ron: And we know a thing or two about slaves.
Curtis: You have a lot of work ahead of you. You're going to be in charge of moving our destroyed locker room from arena to arena. I mean, we messed up our locker room a week ago after losing to those emo kids and its expensive to get everything shipped to the next arena just as it was.
Amber: Why don't you just clean it up?
Curtis: That's a good idea...for you. We'll be sure to move it to the Canadian arena so you can start cleaning after the match.
Ron: I can't believe we have to go to Canada. Damn Canadians.
Curtis: Canadian is just another word for fa--
Russell: Don't finish that thought!
Ron: There's another job you'll have. Distracting this goof.
Russell: Hey!
Amber: So...you're not going to abuse me.
Ron: We would...
Russell: But I won't allow that.
Curtis: Yeah.
Amber: Well, it doesn't matter. You won't have your way with me because I know Jason will save me!
Ron: Ha! ...Ha ha!
Curtis & Ron: Ha ha ha ha!
Curtis, Ron, & Russell: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ron: Shut up Russell!
Russell: *Hangs head in sadness.*
Curtis: *In a robotic voice, and moving like a robot, stopping during each pause* My name is sexy Jason...my lights were out...before the arena's lights...Dirty Deal...you blindsided me...I suck...and will be brutally beaten.
Ron: That was spot on!
Amber: It was not!
Curtis: Of course it was. Not only should we beat the hell out of him, which we're getting paid to do by someone who realizes how kick ass we are, we should sue him for false advertising. "Sexy" Jason ain't sexy at all!
Ron: Ugly mother fudger!
Russell: Hey! Don't you...oh, I guess that's okay.
Curtis: Ron's sexier than Jason. I'm damn sure sexier than Jason.
Ron: I mean, we're beating chicks every night!
Russell: You mean beating them off of you?
Curtis: Sure that too. But I assure you, I am faithful to my lovely wife, the luckiest woman in the world, because she gets this sexy mother fluffer!
Russell: NO! Wait...yeah, that's fine. Stop doing that! Or don't...I need to look that up.
Amber: Jason is more of a man than either of you!
Curtis: Oh, really? Why is that? Because he means something to you? Huh? Because according to him, you don't mean anything. He was asked what you mean to him, and he brushed off the question. He acted like he didn't even hear it. He doesn't care about you at all woman! He's just using you for some face time. He's using you to get noticed by the people. Why not some arm candy to help propel his unsexy career!
Amber: THAT'S NOT TRUE!
Curtis: Look, at least we're straight up with you. You know where we're coming from. Besides, it's not like you have a choice anyway, so get used to being under the service of Dirty Deal. We're straight and to the point, not all manipulative and secret like your wanna be boy toy Jason. We're going to destroy him. And when we're done destroying him, we'll put him through a table and end his damn career. Because we're pissed off and ready to be as dirty as we want to be!
Ron: As dirty as we need to be!
Curtis: We're prepared to face a dangerous Jason. But is he prepared to face us? He's not fighting two yahoos that are out to showboat, we don't have any titles to worry about, we don't have anything to lose at all. We just want to go out and let our anger loose! And we're going to unleash that anger on Jason and the poor table that'll be crushed beneath him!
Ron: Feeding time!
*Ron throws a double cheeseburger from McDonald's at Amber.*
Amber: I don't eat fast food.
Ron: Too bad bi--
Russell: No.
Ron: female dog?
Russell: Fine.
Curtis: Well, see ya tomorrow.
*Curtis, Ron, and Russell start to leave.*
Amber: Russell! You can't allow this, you're a lawyer.
Russell: This isn't what I'm currently being paid to for, sorry.
*They leave and Ron turns the light off. Amber is alone in the dark in the cage. The sound of a wrapper being messed with is heard as the scene fades out.*