Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Oct 12, 2009 19:29:02 GMT -6
*We fade into the Dirty Deal mobile. Ron and Curtis are playing rockem sockem robots. After a minute, Curtis's robots head pops up and Ron wins.*
Curtis: Son of a...
Ron: I win again. I am on a roll.
Curtis: You! You need to tell me your strategy, it is amazing!
Ron: Kick ass all the time every time.
Curtis: Oh, just like the ring, and how we kicked ass. We destroyed Crossdix this past week. And now we must face Terminus and Willy. A masked loser and a drunken fool. This month I basically won a match and Terminus took the win out from under me. My singles career this week was less than stellar. But that doesn't matter. Because we are a team. And as a team this month, we proved that the tag team titles in our hands are bigger than the world title, bigger than the national, bigger than the x-division, and even bigger than the xtreme title! We are the best damn champions in NCW today! We've proven it. And the mere idea that we could lose our top titles to some hodge-podge random tag team that has never won a match together, but damn sure lost one, is laughable! Purely laughable!
Ron: They don't stand a chance against our awesomeness.
Russell: Damn right they don't.
Ron: Hey Russell, want to play rockem sockem?
Russell: Sure!
*Ron gives Russell an uppercut! Russell goes down.*
Curtis: He didn't say robots.
Ron: Damn, his head didn't pop off.
Curtis: Of course, Terminus and the other guy will talk about how great they are separately and how they'll fuse that knowledge together to make some great tag team. Well, we both know that ain't true Ron. You can't just meet some guy and be a team. We're thick as thieves. We're tight. We have a mental connection that takes years of working together to get. These two are opposite ends of the wrestling spectrum, and they just don't make sense together. They're like peanut butter and sour cream!
Ron: Actually, that's kind of good.
Curtis: Ew, gross. Anyway, we know Willy. We've met Willy. In "the other fed," that xtreme one, what's its name?
*Ron shrugs.*
Curtis: Well, in that place, Willy couldn't get it done. He always failed to capture the big one. I mean, c'mon, his wife is a better wrestler than him! That's hilarious! I beat her by the way. But that's the past. And as we all know, the past is doomed to repeat itself, and Willy will once again fail to capture the big one. So, now, with this knowledge, Terminus will come out and tell us how he'll carry the team and be the best tag team champion all by himself. For one, he's a masked freak, for two, no man is a team alone and can't qualify for tag champions, and for three, no one man can beat Dirty Deal. So if all my math is correct, and I think that it is, their is no way that Dirty Deal can lose. It's impossible!
Ron: Sweet. Then when we kick there asses, it'll basically just be for fun.
Curtis: All our ass kickings are for fun.
Ron: Right.
Curtis: Well then, lets get ready for some fun!
*Ron and Curtis go back to rockem sockem robots. The scene fades.*
Curtis: Son of a...
Ron: I win again. I am on a roll.
Curtis: You! You need to tell me your strategy, it is amazing!
Ron: Kick ass all the time every time.
Curtis: Oh, just like the ring, and how we kicked ass. We destroyed Crossdix this past week. And now we must face Terminus and Willy. A masked loser and a drunken fool. This month I basically won a match and Terminus took the win out from under me. My singles career this week was less than stellar. But that doesn't matter. Because we are a team. And as a team this month, we proved that the tag team titles in our hands are bigger than the world title, bigger than the national, bigger than the x-division, and even bigger than the xtreme title! We are the best damn champions in NCW today! We've proven it. And the mere idea that we could lose our top titles to some hodge-podge random tag team that has never won a match together, but damn sure lost one, is laughable! Purely laughable!
Ron: They don't stand a chance against our awesomeness.
Russell: Damn right they don't.
Ron: Hey Russell, want to play rockem sockem?
Russell: Sure!
*Ron gives Russell an uppercut! Russell goes down.*
Curtis: He didn't say robots.
Ron: Damn, his head didn't pop off.
Curtis: Of course, Terminus and the other guy will talk about how great they are separately and how they'll fuse that knowledge together to make some great tag team. Well, we both know that ain't true Ron. You can't just meet some guy and be a team. We're thick as thieves. We're tight. We have a mental connection that takes years of working together to get. These two are opposite ends of the wrestling spectrum, and they just don't make sense together. They're like peanut butter and sour cream!
Ron: Actually, that's kind of good.
Curtis: Ew, gross. Anyway, we know Willy. We've met Willy. In "the other fed," that xtreme one, what's its name?
*Ron shrugs.*
Curtis: Well, in that place, Willy couldn't get it done. He always failed to capture the big one. I mean, c'mon, his wife is a better wrestler than him! That's hilarious! I beat her by the way. But that's the past. And as we all know, the past is doomed to repeat itself, and Willy will once again fail to capture the big one. So, now, with this knowledge, Terminus will come out and tell us how he'll carry the team and be the best tag team champion all by himself. For one, he's a masked freak, for two, no man is a team alone and can't qualify for tag champions, and for three, no one man can beat Dirty Deal. So if all my math is correct, and I think that it is, their is no way that Dirty Deal can lose. It's impossible!
Ron: Sweet. Then when we kick there asses, it'll basically just be for fun.
Curtis: All our ass kickings are for fun.
Ron: Right.
Curtis: Well then, lets get ready for some fun!
*Ron and Curtis go back to rockem sockem robots. The scene fades.*