Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Sept 25, 2009 15:17:17 GMT -6
*The scene opens on Curtis walking down the hall, drinking something out of a plastic cup.*
Curtis: Stupid cheap delicious concession stand beer.
Carly Robins: Hey Curtis! Long time no see! Are you drinking beer this early?
Curtis: Yeah, big whoop, wanna fight about it?
Carly: No, I know to not get physical with you. Or Ron. Though that Amber lap dance was kind of...interesting.
Curtis: Oh yeah, that was hot.
Carly: Yeah...well, anyway, I'm here to ask you about your match tonight. You're fighting three other guys.
Curtis: Let me stop you right there sexy bitch. Tonight, I'm going to be maiming three other guys.
Carly: Oh, right. Well, I guess I don't need to ask what your plans are. Although I have to say, AJ...I mean, Alex, has been pretty quiet about the match so far.
Curtis: Probably because he's seen me from across the ring before, and he fell before Ron and my feet with whoever his partner was at the time a couple times. He knows he doesn't stand a chance with me, so he doesn't bother to talk smack, because he knows it's pointless.
Carly: Strong words. With strong muscles to back them up. Mmmmm.
Curtis: HEY! This isn't turning into an Unsexy Jason promo. Besides I have a wife. She at least has to watch.
Carly: Um...
Curtis: Just continue with the interview.
Carly: Well, Freakke thinks all four of you are gonna have a hard time.
Curtis: Well, if he thinks that, he's gonna have a bad time. Because I know I'm going in there, destroying all three of these boobs, and walking out without breaking a sweat. I have a tag team partner, but that doesn't mean I need a tag team partner to get the job done. I've won singles belts at other places. I've beaten a few notable names here in singles action. I just prefer to have a partner in crime, but I don't need one.
Carly: Well, Terminus seems to think you do. In fact, he seems to think you need your partner from last week as well in the Xtreme champion.
Curtis: Xavier? He got the luck of the draw teaming with Ron and I. We carried his ass and everyone knows it. We're the ones that hit the Filthy Compromise on Corvis to set him up. And Ron's going to prove later tonight that it is in fact Dirty Deal who won that match, because we are the best champions in the NCW today. We've beaten half the champs here in one match, and Ron's going to repeat beating the national champ tonight.
Carly: I'm sure he hopes to.
Curtis: Hopes to? Hope is for losers. Only guys like Terminus hope. We know. Ron knows. I knows. The American people knows. Terminus may have been a big fish in a small pond somewhere else, but here, he's nothing. Nothing that a kick ass mother ****er like myself will beat to hell. If I'm lucky, I'm going to get to deliver the Dirty Demolition to all three of these punk asses tonight, but I'll damn sure be aiming for Terminus tonight. My shoulder is going to pierce his stomach and knock him out! And no one is going to save him.
Carly: Well I'd hope not, it's everyone for themselves.
Curtis: Everyone for themselves, but all a sacrifice to me. Management wanted to humiliate us against the world champ and his lackeys, and it backfired. Management wanted to shove us to Friday and once again, it's going to backfire. Tonight's Suspense ratings are going to be the highest ever, and Ron and I will be standing tall. We tarnished the suits, and they want to give it back, but they can't touch us because we're too damn good. And tonight, Dirty Deal proves it again, this time separated by matches, but still together in spirit. We will not break. And you can bet on that, because I am the real ****ing deal.
Carly: Thanks. So...where's your wife?
Curtis: Wow, you are such a slut.
Carly: WHAT? I was just asking.
Curtis: I'm leaving your diseased presence.
*Curtis walks off. Carly stands there bemused. The scene fades.*
Curtis: Stupid cheap delicious concession stand beer.
Carly Robins: Hey Curtis! Long time no see! Are you drinking beer this early?
Curtis: Yeah, big whoop, wanna fight about it?
Carly: No, I know to not get physical with you. Or Ron. Though that Amber lap dance was kind of...interesting.
Curtis: Oh yeah, that was hot.
Carly: Yeah...well, anyway, I'm here to ask you about your match tonight. You're fighting three other guys.
Curtis: Let me stop you right there sexy bitch. Tonight, I'm going to be maiming three other guys.
Carly: Oh, right. Well, I guess I don't need to ask what your plans are. Although I have to say, AJ...I mean, Alex, has been pretty quiet about the match so far.
Curtis: Probably because he's seen me from across the ring before, and he fell before Ron and my feet with whoever his partner was at the time a couple times. He knows he doesn't stand a chance with me, so he doesn't bother to talk smack, because he knows it's pointless.
Carly: Strong words. With strong muscles to back them up. Mmmmm.
Curtis: HEY! This isn't turning into an Unsexy Jason promo. Besides I have a wife. She at least has to watch.
Carly: Um...
Curtis: Just continue with the interview.
Carly: Well, Freakke thinks all four of you are gonna have a hard time.
Curtis: Well, if he thinks that, he's gonna have a bad time. Because I know I'm going in there, destroying all three of these boobs, and walking out without breaking a sweat. I have a tag team partner, but that doesn't mean I need a tag team partner to get the job done. I've won singles belts at other places. I've beaten a few notable names here in singles action. I just prefer to have a partner in crime, but I don't need one.
Carly: Well, Terminus seems to think you do. In fact, he seems to think you need your partner from last week as well in the Xtreme champion.
Curtis: Xavier? He got the luck of the draw teaming with Ron and I. We carried his ass and everyone knows it. We're the ones that hit the Filthy Compromise on Corvis to set him up. And Ron's going to prove later tonight that it is in fact Dirty Deal who won that match, because we are the best champions in the NCW today. We've beaten half the champs here in one match, and Ron's going to repeat beating the national champ tonight.
Carly: I'm sure he hopes to.
Curtis: Hopes to? Hope is for losers. Only guys like Terminus hope. We know. Ron knows. I knows. The American people knows. Terminus may have been a big fish in a small pond somewhere else, but here, he's nothing. Nothing that a kick ass mother ****er like myself will beat to hell. If I'm lucky, I'm going to get to deliver the Dirty Demolition to all three of these punk asses tonight, but I'll damn sure be aiming for Terminus tonight. My shoulder is going to pierce his stomach and knock him out! And no one is going to save him.
Carly: Well I'd hope not, it's everyone for themselves.
Curtis: Everyone for themselves, but all a sacrifice to me. Management wanted to humiliate us against the world champ and his lackeys, and it backfired. Management wanted to shove us to Friday and once again, it's going to backfire. Tonight's Suspense ratings are going to be the highest ever, and Ron and I will be standing tall. We tarnished the suits, and they want to give it back, but they can't touch us because we're too damn good. And tonight, Dirty Deal proves it again, this time separated by matches, but still together in spirit. We will not break. And you can bet on that, because I am the real ****ing deal.
Carly: Thanks. So...where's your wife?
Curtis: Wow, you are such a slut.
Carly: WHAT? I was just asking.
Curtis: I'm leaving your diseased presence.
*Curtis walks off. Carly stands there bemused. The scene fades.*