Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on May 29, 2009 0:04:01 GMT -6
*The scene opens on black. So I guess it doesn't open. But then it's as if the camera was an eye and it opens to a blurry scene that slowly gets visible. We look up and see a ceiling. The camera rolls over to see Curtis sleeping. He snorts as the camera rolls over and sees the bed of Amber and Ron. They are not in it. The camera rolls over and Curtis is now awake.*
Curtis: Hello...jeez did you get drunk off that coffee!
Cameraman: I didn't know it was spiked.
Curtis: Well, looks like the others are out, so lets roll!
Cameraman: Awha--
*Curtis yanks the cameraman off the floor. He drags him outside where the sun glares into the camera. It focuses and white balances and we see they're at a gas station rest stop.*
Curtis: You see camera dude, the great outdoors. Guys like Jack and Jason, they don't get to see this. They don't stop and smell the roses. No no no my friend, they take there roids and spend all day in the bland light of the gym, smelling like skank all damn day. That's what they love. Ron and I, we don't restrict ourselves. Training? I get all my training, whenever I want.
*Curtis charges at a man filling his gas tank and hits him with a Dirty Demolition! The man screams in pain for the split second before his head hits the concrete. Curtis gets up.*
Curtis: Good times, good times. I'm turning my doing up a notch! I'm what I'm doing is kicking ass with my good buddy Ron! We came into NCW together, we won Amber together, we won the xtreme title together, and we will leave this Sunday together...as the still Co-xtreme champs! Then we'll go on to be co-CEOs. You can't stop us! We're dirty and dealing!
*Curtis passes by some tourist and elbows him in the face. The screams in pain and Curtis turns and decks him.*
Curtis: Heh. Weak. Just like Jack. Jack went down like a ton of bricks! Jason was close, but then he had to go and make Ron hit a woman! What a sick bastard! We didn't think Jason would be willing to get that dirty to compete with us! Do you understand Jason that we now have to get dirtier! And we will. You set the bar low enough, we will find a way to get lower! And being in an xtreme fourway, we will find a way. We may rip Jade to pieces and use those pieces to beat the two of you. Or we'll let you two destroy each other and pick the scraps of the survivor. Or heck, maybe we'll even just hand you a blanket with small pox on it! Whatever the hell we want! Because we are Dirty ****ing Deal! The winner is the sole champion? You think we give a **** about the rules? Rules do not hold us back! Ron and I will once again get the double pin, and Ron and I will once again be co-champs. But if we can't, if somehow one of us is so filled with awesomeness that he cannot stop for 3 seconds, the other will fulfill. The Xtreme title is not leaving Dirty Deal hands. Be it both of ours or only one, Dirty Deal will be victorious.
*Curtis walks over to the market part and as a man tries to enter the door, Curtis cuts in front and opens the door viciously and hits the guys head into the door glass. Curtis then walks in.*
Curtis: I mean, in what way can we lose? I mean, we got the jolly slang giant on one side. Mr. "I don' 'no ho' 'to' s'p'ek' nr'm'ly 'aus' I'm' r'tard'." Then we've got the beefed up porn star with his latest whore. If we don't kill him Sunday, his ghono-siphyl-itis will. He will not be a two time champ. Jack won't be a champ. Dirty Deal will stay champs forever and ever until the day we die because that is just how hardcore we are! You guys had it bad enough when we had to be restricted. You had it worse in that hardcore tornado tag. With xtreme rules, we end this once and for all. We finish Jason, we finish Jack, we finish everything they think keeps them in our lives! We gave them the warm up, we gave them beating after beating, and now we break them for the rest of their lives. We Krueger them. You think I'm lying cameraman?
Cameraman: No.
Curtis: I don't give a damn about them. I care as much about the Lords of Destruction as I care about any person here. Like...that guy!
*Curtis points at a man going to get a gatoraide our of the glass fridge. Well the man turns around and Curtis delivers a Dirty Demolition through the glass! People run off screaming as the cashier yells at Curtis.*
Cashier: Hey man! What the hell? I'm calling the co--
*Curtis kicks the man in the gut, then delivers a sit-out piledriver on the floor.*
Curtis: You think you scare me! YOU THINK ANYONE SCARES ME! Nuh-uh mother ****er! Jack and Jason are going up the hill to fetch the Xtreme Title. Well Jack's gonna fall down and Jason tumbling after with broken freaking backs! You two boys will fail so damn bad, the keyboard cat is going to play you off!
Cameraman: Keyboard cat?
Curtis: Another one of those internet things my son showed me. I don't know, seemed like a hip thing to mention.
Cameraman: Oh.
Curtis: You know camera guy.
Cameraman: Steve.
Curtis: Steve. We've gotten close we drank together. I value you more than Jack and Jason. And what do you think I'll do to them...after they see what I do to you.
Cameraman: Wha--
*Curtis charges the camera and dives down for what looks to be a Dirty Demolition. The camera flies back and cuts to fuzz.*
Curtis: Hello...jeez did you get drunk off that coffee!
Cameraman: I didn't know it was spiked.
Curtis: Well, looks like the others are out, so lets roll!
Cameraman: Awha--
*Curtis yanks the cameraman off the floor. He drags him outside where the sun glares into the camera. It focuses and white balances and we see they're at a gas station rest stop.*
Curtis: You see camera dude, the great outdoors. Guys like Jack and Jason, they don't get to see this. They don't stop and smell the roses. No no no my friend, they take there roids and spend all day in the bland light of the gym, smelling like skank all damn day. That's what they love. Ron and I, we don't restrict ourselves. Training? I get all my training, whenever I want.
*Curtis charges at a man filling his gas tank and hits him with a Dirty Demolition! The man screams in pain for the split second before his head hits the concrete. Curtis gets up.*
Curtis: Good times, good times. I'm turning my doing up a notch! I'm what I'm doing is kicking ass with my good buddy Ron! We came into NCW together, we won Amber together, we won the xtreme title together, and we will leave this Sunday together...as the still Co-xtreme champs! Then we'll go on to be co-CEOs. You can't stop us! We're dirty and dealing!
*Curtis passes by some tourist and elbows him in the face. The screams in pain and Curtis turns and decks him.*
Curtis: Heh. Weak. Just like Jack. Jack went down like a ton of bricks! Jason was close, but then he had to go and make Ron hit a woman! What a sick bastard! We didn't think Jason would be willing to get that dirty to compete with us! Do you understand Jason that we now have to get dirtier! And we will. You set the bar low enough, we will find a way to get lower! And being in an xtreme fourway, we will find a way. We may rip Jade to pieces and use those pieces to beat the two of you. Or we'll let you two destroy each other and pick the scraps of the survivor. Or heck, maybe we'll even just hand you a blanket with small pox on it! Whatever the hell we want! Because we are Dirty ****ing Deal! The winner is the sole champion? You think we give a **** about the rules? Rules do not hold us back! Ron and I will once again get the double pin, and Ron and I will once again be co-champs. But if we can't, if somehow one of us is so filled with awesomeness that he cannot stop for 3 seconds, the other will fulfill. The Xtreme title is not leaving Dirty Deal hands. Be it both of ours or only one, Dirty Deal will be victorious.
*Curtis walks over to the market part and as a man tries to enter the door, Curtis cuts in front and opens the door viciously and hits the guys head into the door glass. Curtis then walks in.*
Curtis: I mean, in what way can we lose? I mean, we got the jolly slang giant on one side. Mr. "I don' 'no ho' 'to' s'p'ek' nr'm'ly 'aus' I'm' r'tard'." Then we've got the beefed up porn star with his latest whore. If we don't kill him Sunday, his ghono-siphyl-itis will. He will not be a two time champ. Jack won't be a champ. Dirty Deal will stay champs forever and ever until the day we die because that is just how hardcore we are! You guys had it bad enough when we had to be restricted. You had it worse in that hardcore tornado tag. With xtreme rules, we end this once and for all. We finish Jason, we finish Jack, we finish everything they think keeps them in our lives! We gave them the warm up, we gave them beating after beating, and now we break them for the rest of their lives. We Krueger them. You think I'm lying cameraman?
Cameraman: No.
Curtis: I don't give a damn about them. I care as much about the Lords of Destruction as I care about any person here. Like...that guy!
*Curtis points at a man going to get a gatoraide our of the glass fridge. Well the man turns around and Curtis delivers a Dirty Demolition through the glass! People run off screaming as the cashier yells at Curtis.*
Cashier: Hey man! What the hell? I'm calling the co--
*Curtis kicks the man in the gut, then delivers a sit-out piledriver on the floor.*
Curtis: You think you scare me! YOU THINK ANYONE SCARES ME! Nuh-uh mother ****er! Jack and Jason are going up the hill to fetch the Xtreme Title. Well Jack's gonna fall down and Jason tumbling after with broken freaking backs! You two boys will fail so damn bad, the keyboard cat is going to play you off!
Cameraman: Keyboard cat?
Curtis: Another one of those internet things my son showed me. I don't know, seemed like a hip thing to mention.
Cameraman: Oh.
Curtis: You know camera guy.
Cameraman: Steve.
Curtis: Steve. We've gotten close we drank together. I value you more than Jack and Jason. And what do you think I'll do to them...after they see what I do to you.
Cameraman: Wha--
*Curtis charges the camera and dives down for what looks to be a Dirty Demolition. The camera flies back and cuts to fuzz.*