Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Sept 12, 2009 15:31:56 GMT -6
*We open to see Dirty Deal and Russell walking out of their mobile locker room.*
Curtis: You sure we can afford this set up Ron?
Ron: I think so. Wait...give me a second.
*Ron goes over and knocks on a window. It opens and a female hand comes out of the window with a wad of cash. Ron takes it. He counts the money.*
Ron: This should cover it, thanks Amber.
*The window closes and the three men continue on there journey. As they leave, the locker room starts rocking. They get to the front of what looks like a cemetery.*
Curtis: Jeez, this is spooky.
Russell: I don't think we should be here.
Ron: No, it's cool. Let's go in...
*They open the gate and start to enter, Curtis, Ron, then Russell. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the other side of the gate, however, it looks like a completely different gate now. And Now Ron is in the lead, followed by Russel, then Curtis. There is a visible wall behind them as they enter. They walk in to what looks to be a dirt patch as smoke fills the floor area. A smoke machine can be heard in the background.*
Curtis: Man, this is one scary cemetery. And obviously real, cause we weren't kicked out of the other one.
*Curtis looks at Russell.*
Russell: She looked alive to me!
Ron: I hate you.
Curtis: It's okay, here at this obviously real cemetery, we can strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. Like we need to have any more, but why not? We just need to--
*Curtis trips over a tombstone that falls over way too easily. Curtis sits up holding his knee.*
Curtis: Hhhh...aaaahh...hhhhh...aaaahhh...hhhhh...aaahh.
Ron: Watch where you're going man!
Russell: That's desecration.
Curtis: It's okay, it was just...
*Curtis looks at the tombstone.*
Curtis: Some guy named Punisher.
Ron: Oh, well...the grave looks empty to me.
Curtis: Huh, wonder what that means?
*Curtis gets up and they continue on.*
Curtis: We work hard, we fight all the time you know. And that punk ass Jimmy Wang doesn't even acknowledge us.
Ron: It might just be severe hate for Rob.
Curtis: That's true. But then again, the guy does have problems. Apparently he wrestles in his dad's shadow. Well we can help him with that. I can spear him out of his fathers shadow on Sunday, whether he wants it or not. Or we can just beat him black and blue so he can hide in the shadow easier.
Ron: I say both.
Curtis: Sounds good.
Russell: So, were we in the cemetery just to make a not so dead dad joke?
Curtis: No no no, Russell, you think to small. You gotta see the connections buddy.
Ron: It's not his fault, he has smaller brains than us.
Curtis: Right, right. Let's explain it for you Russ. We're also here for a dead coach manager whatever joke.
*Ron and Curtis walk up to a tombstone that reads "JW."*
Ron: The boys mentor is missing. And that's funny to us. And we're pretty sure he's dead.
Curtis: Because surely that would be better than having to still be the manager of the Syndykeate.
Ron: Yes it would, and don't call me Shirley.
Curtis: So you boys used an undead monster man to help you beat us and a retard in a six man earlier this month, good for you. And you beat two douche bags that gut a fluke win over us. Good for you again. And see, we're not two little boys who still spend there time Saturday mornings watching cartoons in there onesy pajamas, so we don't insert "smurf" instead of grown up words. The editors of our promos might, and if we were still CEOs, we wouldn't let them, but not us. We use the real ****ing words.
Ron: So grow up bitches.
Curtis: Seriously.
*Russell sits on JW's tombstone, and it breaks in half, obviously being made of styrofoam now.*
Curtis: Wow, way to just destroy those boy's mentor's tombstone, you jerk.
Russell: I didn't know it was--
Ron: Don't say it!
Curtis: Oh well. I think they might have a deal, buy three get the fourth free. We'll just replace it when we're getting the tombstones for our opponents this weekend. Because they will need them after Sunday, and it's the least we can do. They hope to gain belts, but instead, they'll be gaining everlasting peace. Of course that's after we put them through hell.
Ron: And to hell we will go.
Curtis: Because now the boys want to bring the pain. Now they want to hurt us and maim us. Well we've been wanting to do that to every one all the time, so it's about time they stepped up. But we're no stranger to a cage. We're no stranger to danger. Our blood will be spilled. They're blood will be spilled. If we're lucky, even ref blood will be spilled. That's how vicious we plan to be. And having that anger and hatred caged up with no where to go but into our opponents? That's just a recipe for disaster. A disaster they cannot survive.
Ron: It shall be sweet.
Russell: So are we done in this stage that's an obvious rip off of the Unde--
Ron: DON'T YOU SAY IT!
Curtis: WHY DO YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!?
Russell: I'm sorry, but c'mon.
Curtis: I hate you.
Ron: Me too.
Russell: C'mon guys, this is such a fake stage.
*They start to walk back to "the gate."*
Russell: I know I screwed up the real location, but this is just a horribly cheap se--
*Ron shoves Russell into the Punisher's open grave.*
Ron: Ass.
*The scene fades out as they leave.*
Curtis: You sure we can afford this set up Ron?
Ron: I think so. Wait...give me a second.
*Ron goes over and knocks on a window. It opens and a female hand comes out of the window with a wad of cash. Ron takes it. He counts the money.*
Ron: This should cover it, thanks Amber.
*The window closes and the three men continue on there journey. As they leave, the locker room starts rocking. They get to the front of what looks like a cemetery.*
Curtis: Jeez, this is spooky.
Russell: I don't think we should be here.
Ron: No, it's cool. Let's go in...
*They open the gate and start to enter, Curtis, Ron, then Russell. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the other side of the gate, however, it looks like a completely different gate now. And Now Ron is in the lead, followed by Russel, then Curtis. There is a visible wall behind them as they enter. They walk in to what looks to be a dirt patch as smoke fills the floor area. A smoke machine can be heard in the background.*
Curtis: Man, this is one scary cemetery. And obviously real, cause we weren't kicked out of the other one.
*Curtis looks at Russell.*
Russell: She looked alive to me!
Ron: I hate you.
Curtis: It's okay, here at this obviously real cemetery, we can strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. Like we need to have any more, but why not? We just need to--
*Curtis trips over a tombstone that falls over way too easily. Curtis sits up holding his knee.*
Curtis: Hhhh...aaaahh...hhhhh...aaaahhh...hhhhh...aaahh.
Ron: Watch where you're going man!
Russell: That's desecration.
Curtis: It's okay, it was just...
*Curtis looks at the tombstone.*
Curtis: Some guy named Punisher.
Ron: Oh, well...the grave looks empty to me.
Curtis: Huh, wonder what that means?
*Curtis gets up and they continue on.*
Curtis: We work hard, we fight all the time you know. And that punk ass Jimmy Wang doesn't even acknowledge us.
Ron: It might just be severe hate for Rob.
Curtis: That's true. But then again, the guy does have problems. Apparently he wrestles in his dad's shadow. Well we can help him with that. I can spear him out of his fathers shadow on Sunday, whether he wants it or not. Or we can just beat him black and blue so he can hide in the shadow easier.
Ron: I say both.
Curtis: Sounds good.
Russell: So, were we in the cemetery just to make a not so dead dad joke?
Curtis: No no no, Russell, you think to small. You gotta see the connections buddy.
Ron: It's not his fault, he has smaller brains than us.
Curtis: Right, right. Let's explain it for you Russ. We're also here for a dead coach manager whatever joke.
*Ron and Curtis walk up to a tombstone that reads "JW."*
Ron: The boys mentor is missing. And that's funny to us. And we're pretty sure he's dead.
Curtis: Because surely that would be better than having to still be the manager of the Syndykeate.
Ron: Yes it would, and don't call me Shirley.
Curtis: So you boys used an undead monster man to help you beat us and a retard in a six man earlier this month, good for you. And you beat two douche bags that gut a fluke win over us. Good for you again. And see, we're not two little boys who still spend there time Saturday mornings watching cartoons in there onesy pajamas, so we don't insert "smurf" instead of grown up words. The editors of our promos might, and if we were still CEOs, we wouldn't let them, but not us. We use the real ****ing words.
Ron: So grow up bitches.
Curtis: Seriously.
*Russell sits on JW's tombstone, and it breaks in half, obviously being made of styrofoam now.*
Curtis: Wow, way to just destroy those boy's mentor's tombstone, you jerk.
Russell: I didn't know it was--
Ron: Don't say it!
Curtis: Oh well. I think they might have a deal, buy three get the fourth free. We'll just replace it when we're getting the tombstones for our opponents this weekend. Because they will need them after Sunday, and it's the least we can do. They hope to gain belts, but instead, they'll be gaining everlasting peace. Of course that's after we put them through hell.
Ron: And to hell we will go.
Curtis: Because now the boys want to bring the pain. Now they want to hurt us and maim us. Well we've been wanting to do that to every one all the time, so it's about time they stepped up. But we're no stranger to a cage. We're no stranger to danger. Our blood will be spilled. They're blood will be spilled. If we're lucky, even ref blood will be spilled. That's how vicious we plan to be. And having that anger and hatred caged up with no where to go but into our opponents? That's just a recipe for disaster. A disaster they cannot survive.
Ron: It shall be sweet.
Russell: So are we done in this stage that's an obvious rip off of the Unde--
Ron: DON'T YOU SAY IT!
Curtis: WHY DO YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!?
Russell: I'm sorry, but c'mon.
Curtis: I hate you.
Ron: Me too.
Russell: C'mon guys, this is such a fake stage.
*They start to walk back to "the gate."*
Russell: I know I screwed up the real location, but this is just a horribly cheap se--
*Ron shoves Russell into the Punisher's open grave.*
Ron: Ass.
*The scene fades out as they leave.*