Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Sept 23, 2009 1:16:59 GMT -6
*We open to see Curtis walking around the moving Dirty Deal mobile locker room. Ron is driving like a mad man and swerving around, so Curtis is trying to keep his balance.*
Curtis: You know Ron, this is BS man! BS!
Ron: Tell me about it.
Curtis: We just beat the World champion, National champion, and X-Division champion in one match! With some other guy we carried. And now that three of us have proven we are kings among kings. So what do they do? They throw me in a match with three losers and you take on one of the losers we just beat.
Ron: You're so negative.
Curtis: What? It's true. Mister high and mighty world champ said we were jokes, and we kicked his ass, and what do we get? Regulated to the C show. We've decimated our tag division and taken out every team except the one that's too dumb to run away from us in NAZI. And they reward us with this crap?
Ron: Dude? Don't you get it. We're not on the C show as punishment. We're there to make some money.
Curtis: How do you figure dawg?
Ron: We get the ratings. We kick the ass. We're on the lame show to improve it. And we're in all the matches. It's the Dirty Deal Kick Ass Hour!
Curtis: Hmmm...you know, you might be right.
*Ron makes a hard right. Curtis holds on to a bolted down dresser. Russell comes tumbling out of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles, but lands so you can't see anything.*
Russell: What the hell is going on?
Curtis: Shut up, we're talking.
Ron: Sorry Curt.
Curtis: I'm fine, Russell's the one on the floor.
Ron: Oh, well, all good then.
Curtis: So if this is just us helping the show, then I guess we should help the show. I mean, I do get to beat up three other guys, that is kind of awesome. A lot of bones to break. Some clown guy, some terminator type guy, and some dude named Alex.
Ron: Terminator? I thought the machines supported us!
*Russell stands up and pulls up his pants.*
Russell: Terminus, not terminator. The clown guy is actually a little scary. And Alex is AJ, as in the Phoenix.
Curtis: What? Really? You mean Phoenix isn't his last name? And AJ stands for Alex Jones? What a lame name.
Ron: That is lame.
Curtis: Almost as lame as the wrestler himself.
Ron: Seriously.
Curtis: Well, whatever, I can take out those three losers. I mean, I just beat half the champions of the NCW, who the hell are these guys compared to me? Along with you buddy, we've proven that we're the best tag team of all time and the best champions in the NCW today. So taking down a guy that never wins the big one, a freaking clown, and some terminator wannabe should be a problem.
Russell: He's not a terminator wannabe! But he does want to be known as a punisher.
Curtis: Holy crap, he's the Punisher!? A Terminator Punisher!? That's hardcore!
Ron: I would not want to face that. I would destroy it, and it'd be too cool to destroy.
Curtis: That's true. But if I must destroy a Terminator Punisher, skull chested and all, then so be it. Because I'm there to make the ratings, and the only way to make the ratings is to kick ass. Which is what we do best.
Russell: *Sigh*
Curtis: Oh shut up.
Ron: Seriously, no one likes you!
Curtis: You're as bad of a clown as the one I'm going to fight. Doink...I mean...Freakke, can bring his bag of tricks, but it won't stop me from making him bleed. Making a whole arena full of children cry for the clown instead of laugh with him. Because that's how I roll. Because I'm the real f'ing deal! I'm going to destroy three lives on Friday, and continue to dominate the NCW.
Ron: Hell yeah!
*Ron takes another sharp turn, to the left. Curtis braces himself, but Russell tumbles back into the bathroom.*
Russell: Ewww! My hand fell in the toilet!
Curtis: Gross bastard.
*The scene fades out.*
Curtis: You know Ron, this is BS man! BS!
Ron: Tell me about it.
Curtis: We just beat the World champion, National champion, and X-Division champion in one match! With some other guy we carried. And now that three of us have proven we are kings among kings. So what do they do? They throw me in a match with three losers and you take on one of the losers we just beat.
Ron: You're so negative.
Curtis: What? It's true. Mister high and mighty world champ said we were jokes, and we kicked his ass, and what do we get? Regulated to the C show. We've decimated our tag division and taken out every team except the one that's too dumb to run away from us in NAZI. And they reward us with this crap?
Ron: Dude? Don't you get it. We're not on the C show as punishment. We're there to make some money.
Curtis: How do you figure dawg?
Ron: We get the ratings. We kick the ass. We're on the lame show to improve it. And we're in all the matches. It's the Dirty Deal Kick Ass Hour!
Curtis: Hmmm...you know, you might be right.
*Ron makes a hard right. Curtis holds on to a bolted down dresser. Russell comes tumbling out of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles, but lands so you can't see anything.*
Russell: What the hell is going on?
Curtis: Shut up, we're talking.
Ron: Sorry Curt.
Curtis: I'm fine, Russell's the one on the floor.
Ron: Oh, well, all good then.
Curtis: So if this is just us helping the show, then I guess we should help the show. I mean, I do get to beat up three other guys, that is kind of awesome. A lot of bones to break. Some clown guy, some terminator type guy, and some dude named Alex.
Ron: Terminator? I thought the machines supported us!
*Russell stands up and pulls up his pants.*
Russell: Terminus, not terminator. The clown guy is actually a little scary. And Alex is AJ, as in the Phoenix.
Curtis: What? Really? You mean Phoenix isn't his last name? And AJ stands for Alex Jones? What a lame name.
Ron: That is lame.
Curtis: Almost as lame as the wrestler himself.
Ron: Seriously.
Curtis: Well, whatever, I can take out those three losers. I mean, I just beat half the champions of the NCW, who the hell are these guys compared to me? Along with you buddy, we've proven that we're the best tag team of all time and the best champions in the NCW today. So taking down a guy that never wins the big one, a freaking clown, and some terminator wannabe should be a problem.
Russell: He's not a terminator wannabe! But he does want to be known as a punisher.
Curtis: Holy crap, he's the Punisher!? A Terminator Punisher!? That's hardcore!
Ron: I would not want to face that. I would destroy it, and it'd be too cool to destroy.
Curtis: That's true. But if I must destroy a Terminator Punisher, skull chested and all, then so be it. Because I'm there to make the ratings, and the only way to make the ratings is to kick ass. Which is what we do best.
Russell: *Sigh*
Curtis: Oh shut up.
Ron: Seriously, no one likes you!
Curtis: You're as bad of a clown as the one I'm going to fight. Doink...I mean...Freakke, can bring his bag of tricks, but it won't stop me from making him bleed. Making a whole arena full of children cry for the clown instead of laugh with him. Because that's how I roll. Because I'm the real f'ing deal! I'm going to destroy three lives on Friday, and continue to dominate the NCW.
Ron: Hell yeah!
*Ron takes another sharp turn, to the left. Curtis braces himself, but Russell tumbles back into the bathroom.*
Russell: Ewww! My hand fell in the toilet!
Curtis: Gross bastard.
*The scene fades out.*