Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Aug 7, 2009 14:48:11 GMT -6
*We open to see Dirty Deal all dressed up now, yet still in the mobile locker room on there way to the next show.*
Curtis: Geez, what a strain this serious stuff is. I mean, expecially with the crap we've seen spewing out of the mouths of our opponents.
Ron: I know, I just...I just want to make jokes about them.
Curtis: I do to, but that's what they want. That's why Leo doesn't want us. That's why we need to show them all who's boss. But it's tough. After seeing Burns playing games and all, I see clearly why he's not the talker and Angel is.
Ron: Yeah, he was much better as the silent one.
Curtis: Everyone knows he sucks, even his own partner. The guy who's still looking for respect, even after we told him we don't give anyone respect. We're equal opportunity un-respecters.
Russell: That's not a word.
Curtis: Would you shut it, we're trying to talk here!
Russell: ...
Ron: The things I want to hurt you with...
Curtis: Save it for Sunday Ron. See Burns and Angel can talk about there death cages and there hardcore exploits and the numbers games and all that, but we don't care. This is different. There's no pins, no count outs, no rules! We're the guys that have the boss sending unemployed schmoes after us. We're the guys that everyone hates. But we don't care. We're taking that in stride and using it to make us fight harder. We want those tag belts more than anything, and they want us. Those belts have wanted to be around our waste since day one. And this time, when we win, it will be definite. It will be clear cut. Because not only do we string one of you up for all the world to see at the top of the stage, but then, while you're gasping for air, while your fearing any second will be your last, we will be pummeling you with steal chairs. And then we win. Smacking you around like a human pinata. It will be the death of you.
Ron: But it's okay, Angel would probably like it, and the world will be better off without Burns.
Curtis: That's true. Angels and Burns, are hands have been forced. Trust us, we want to have fun, but who knew more power meant less fun? We've got people on our backs, at our fronts, and waiting around the corner for us. And we're not even tag team champs yet! If we could, we'd go out there and mess around with you boys for a good couple of minutes, hell, maybe even hours, before we would've strung you up. But now we have to go out there, strike hard, strike fast, and string you up before someone gets the wrong idea and tries to interfere with us! If any of these sick, selfish idiots would lay off us and treat us like the superstars that we are, we'd be able to do what we love and beat you. However, it's there fault that we're just going to have to beat you mercilessly and give you some of the biggest shame of your life. Trust me, wives ditching you and woman beating will be nothing to be ashamed of after the beating we give you two.
Ron: It will be glorious for us though.
Curtis: Oh yes. We don't care if you know are names or not, cause you won't be able to speak them anyway when your strung up with the lights. Leo ain't gonna stop us. Simpson and She-man, we couldn't give a crap about. Trust us, all eyes are on you Burning Angels. You can be sick of us, you can be tired of us, you can hate us, hell, you can even want to murder us! But you are not going to beat us. When we're through with you, August ninth will become known as Dirty Deal Day, in remembrance of the sheer destruction we dished out when we destroyed the Burning Angels and finally took the NCW Tag Team Titles. That isn't hype, that isn't shooting the ****, that is a fact!
*Curtis pushes the camera man away as the scene fades out.*
Curtis: Geez, what a strain this serious stuff is. I mean, expecially with the crap we've seen spewing out of the mouths of our opponents.
Ron: I know, I just...I just want to make jokes about them.
Curtis: I do to, but that's what they want. That's why Leo doesn't want us. That's why we need to show them all who's boss. But it's tough. After seeing Burns playing games and all, I see clearly why he's not the talker and Angel is.
Ron: Yeah, he was much better as the silent one.
Curtis: Everyone knows he sucks, even his own partner. The guy who's still looking for respect, even after we told him we don't give anyone respect. We're equal opportunity un-respecters.
Russell: That's not a word.
Curtis: Would you shut it, we're trying to talk here!
Russell: ...
Ron: The things I want to hurt you with...
Curtis: Save it for Sunday Ron. See Burns and Angel can talk about there death cages and there hardcore exploits and the numbers games and all that, but we don't care. This is different. There's no pins, no count outs, no rules! We're the guys that have the boss sending unemployed schmoes after us. We're the guys that everyone hates. But we don't care. We're taking that in stride and using it to make us fight harder. We want those tag belts more than anything, and they want us. Those belts have wanted to be around our waste since day one. And this time, when we win, it will be definite. It will be clear cut. Because not only do we string one of you up for all the world to see at the top of the stage, but then, while you're gasping for air, while your fearing any second will be your last, we will be pummeling you with steal chairs. And then we win. Smacking you around like a human pinata. It will be the death of you.
Ron: But it's okay, Angel would probably like it, and the world will be better off without Burns.
Curtis: That's true. Angels and Burns, are hands have been forced. Trust us, we want to have fun, but who knew more power meant less fun? We've got people on our backs, at our fronts, and waiting around the corner for us. And we're not even tag team champs yet! If we could, we'd go out there and mess around with you boys for a good couple of minutes, hell, maybe even hours, before we would've strung you up. But now we have to go out there, strike hard, strike fast, and string you up before someone gets the wrong idea and tries to interfere with us! If any of these sick, selfish idiots would lay off us and treat us like the superstars that we are, we'd be able to do what we love and beat you. However, it's there fault that we're just going to have to beat you mercilessly and give you some of the biggest shame of your life. Trust me, wives ditching you and woman beating will be nothing to be ashamed of after the beating we give you two.
Ron: It will be glorious for us though.
Curtis: Oh yes. We don't care if you know are names or not, cause you won't be able to speak them anyway when your strung up with the lights. Leo ain't gonna stop us. Simpson and She-man, we couldn't give a crap about. Trust us, all eyes are on you Burning Angels. You can be sick of us, you can be tired of us, you can hate us, hell, you can even want to murder us! But you are not going to beat us. When we're through with you, August ninth will become known as Dirty Deal Day, in remembrance of the sheer destruction we dished out when we destroyed the Burning Angels and finally took the NCW Tag Team Titles. That isn't hype, that isn't shooting the ****, that is a fact!
*Curtis pushes the camera man away as the scene fades out.*