Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Aug 4, 2009 23:00:23 GMT -6
*The scene opens in on what looks to be the outsides of Dirty Deal's mobile locker room. They seem to be at a truck stop. Curtis has a beer in his hand as he leans back against the trailer while Ron is filling the gas tank. Ron too has a beer.*
Curtis: Does Leo know what he did to us?
Ron: He stabbed us in the back.
Curtis: Oh, he did more than that. You know why we do what we do?
Ron: Hello, I'm here, of course I do. We love to kick ass.
Curtis: We do. We have fun and make a profit whoopin' ass. Nothing feels better than hitting your knuckles into someones face. Making someone expel the air from their lungs by ramming my shoulder into their stomach. Clobbering them over the back of the head at break neck speed!
Ron: I do love that.
Curtis: But not everybody gets it. And we like it that way. We have fun when the morons of the world believe we do what we do for fun. But we need someone to get it. We thought that someone was Leo. But now he denies us. He wants us to stop. NO ONE TELLS US TO STOP! That mother ****er has stripped us of our love of the game. His backstabbing has made this no longer fun. But his turncoat ways aren't going to make us shut up and conform like his prissy little daughter. We're taking it to the ring. We're not backing down. When we beat people for fun, it's fun as hell. We even had a bit too much fun with Burning Angels when we made up the rules, and it cost us. But now, we're not going into a match for fun. And that, that is a dangerous thing.
Ron: Now we have something to prove. We were already going to win the belts anyway, but now we have to maim our opponents. And not in the fun way.
Curtis: Because they don't want the fun way. So I guess it sucks to be the Burning Angels now.
*Suddenly, about 20 puttyies teleport into scene! They're jumping all over the place.*
Putties: Blue la la lu lu la lu!
Ron: What the...?
*One dances up and down in front of Ron.*
Curtis: Oh son of a bitch! I forgot!
Ron: Oh ****, that's right!
Curtis: We were going to parody they stupid yacht ride of our loser opponents, but now it's pointless.
*All the putties stop dancing around. One goes up to Curtis. He half-hazardly jumps around.*
Curtis: I said no! We're not doing this anymore! We're being serious now!
*All the putties hang there heads low.*
Ron: And tell Tokka and Rahzor not to show up while your at it.
Curtis: We didn't get Super Shredder?
Ron: He works for another fed.
Curtis: Oh well, we're not using them anyway.
*All the putties walk away.*
Ron: See what they did!
Curtis: Burning Angels are lame. They don't deserve what they have. But we haven't gotten what we deserve. Burning Angels think its a big deal they're the longest reigning tag champs? We already did that in "the other fed." And we're going to do it here. They think they're some kind of wrestling legacy? **** that. Burning Angels are to wrestling what St. Anger is to Metallica. Part of its history, but pure crap.
Ron: Who makes a CD with no guitar solos?
Curtis: Idiots, that's who.
Ron: Now we've got these idiots where we want them.
Curtis: Oh yeah. And don't think we don't know what's going to happen after we win. Everyone's going to say we won because we were the only team left and we had to win sooner or later. Well it ain't our damn fault we scared off all the other tag teams with our viciousness. Then they're going to say we only got our shot because of our power. Well, no ****ing duh!
Ron: It's like the people don't understand who we are yet.
Curtis: We got title shots in our first tag team match. They stacked the deck against us in a gauntlet where we were first. We still went through everyone and lost only thanks to a kick in the balls. And that set the standard for us to get screwed from our shots every time we got close. So we took things into our own hands. We gained power. We've made sure no one is going to throw a wrench into our machine this time! We're going to win those belts on Sunday because we want to, because we need to, and quite frankly, because no one is going to stop us!
*Ron finishes with the gas and Curtis finishes with his beer as the scene fades out.*
Curtis: Does Leo know what he did to us?
Ron: He stabbed us in the back.
Curtis: Oh, he did more than that. You know why we do what we do?
Ron: Hello, I'm here, of course I do. We love to kick ass.
Curtis: We do. We have fun and make a profit whoopin' ass. Nothing feels better than hitting your knuckles into someones face. Making someone expel the air from their lungs by ramming my shoulder into their stomach. Clobbering them over the back of the head at break neck speed!
Ron: I do love that.
Curtis: But not everybody gets it. And we like it that way. We have fun when the morons of the world believe we do what we do for fun. But we need someone to get it. We thought that someone was Leo. But now he denies us. He wants us to stop. NO ONE TELLS US TO STOP! That mother ****er has stripped us of our love of the game. His backstabbing has made this no longer fun. But his turncoat ways aren't going to make us shut up and conform like his prissy little daughter. We're taking it to the ring. We're not backing down. When we beat people for fun, it's fun as hell. We even had a bit too much fun with Burning Angels when we made up the rules, and it cost us. But now, we're not going into a match for fun. And that, that is a dangerous thing.
Ron: Now we have something to prove. We were already going to win the belts anyway, but now we have to maim our opponents. And not in the fun way.
Curtis: Because they don't want the fun way. So I guess it sucks to be the Burning Angels now.
*Suddenly, about 20 puttyies teleport into scene! They're jumping all over the place.*
Putties: Blue la la lu lu la lu!
Ron: What the...?
*One dances up and down in front of Ron.*
Curtis: Oh son of a bitch! I forgot!
Ron: Oh ****, that's right!
Curtis: We were going to parody they stupid yacht ride of our loser opponents, but now it's pointless.
*All the putties stop dancing around. One goes up to Curtis. He half-hazardly jumps around.*
Curtis: I said no! We're not doing this anymore! We're being serious now!
*All the putties hang there heads low.*
Ron: And tell Tokka and Rahzor not to show up while your at it.
Curtis: We didn't get Super Shredder?
Ron: He works for another fed.
Curtis: Oh well, we're not using them anyway.
*All the putties walk away.*
Ron: See what they did!
Curtis: Burning Angels are lame. They don't deserve what they have. But we haven't gotten what we deserve. Burning Angels think its a big deal they're the longest reigning tag champs? We already did that in "the other fed." And we're going to do it here. They think they're some kind of wrestling legacy? **** that. Burning Angels are to wrestling what St. Anger is to Metallica. Part of its history, but pure crap.
Ron: Who makes a CD with no guitar solos?
Curtis: Idiots, that's who.
Ron: Now we've got these idiots where we want them.
Curtis: Oh yeah. And don't think we don't know what's going to happen after we win. Everyone's going to say we won because we were the only team left and we had to win sooner or later. Well it ain't our damn fault we scared off all the other tag teams with our viciousness. Then they're going to say we only got our shot because of our power. Well, no ****ing duh!
Ron: It's like the people don't understand who we are yet.
Curtis: We got title shots in our first tag team match. They stacked the deck against us in a gauntlet where we were first. We still went through everyone and lost only thanks to a kick in the balls. And that set the standard for us to get screwed from our shots every time we got close. So we took things into our own hands. We gained power. We've made sure no one is going to throw a wrench into our machine this time! We're going to win those belts on Sunday because we want to, because we need to, and quite frankly, because no one is going to stop us!
*Ron finishes with the gas and Curtis finishes with his beer as the scene fades out.*
