Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Aug 22, 2019 16:04:23 GMT -5
Apparently Mongo challenged Nicole Bass to an arm wrestling match. I have no recollection of this. But... a Kanyon-less Kanyon Inc. promo seems to show off my decent into madness.
*The scene fades into the Kanyon Inc. locker room. What frickin' show is this on? I mean, do we have a show everyday where we can do promos? Why didn't I ever ask this before? Who has seen the muffin man? Anyway, Bass is seen doing chin-ups using the door to the bathroom. Obsidian and GQ walk in.*
GQ: Bass, baby, what are you still doing training? Seriously, you gotta relax hun. Training is good and all, but you can't push yourself too far.
Bass: Push it? I have to push it. I must win!
Obsidian: What number you on?
Bass: 1,078. 1,079. 1,080.
*As she counts, Obsidian starts to count as well, but faster.*
Obsidian: 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Bass: Damnit Obsidian! I lost count.
*Bass drops off the door and walks up to Obsidian. He shrinks back.*
Obsidian: I am sorry. I am so sorry. I thought it would be funny. Please don't hurt me.
*GQ gets between them and puts his arm out in a stop gesture.*
GQ: He did it for your own good. You need to relax babe. Don't push yourself too much. You're going to win tomorrow, we all know it.
*Bass grabs GQ's arm.*
GQ: Please don't break arm, please don't break my arm.
*He continues to mutter the phrase over and over.
Bass: I well beat Mongo tomorrow. And hopefully he likes it rough, because that is exactly how I'm going to be.
*Suddenly the big buff dude from yesterdays promo waddles (yes, waddles) out of the bathroom.*
Buff dude: *After every step* Ow, ow, ow. Please, please help me. Please. For the love of all that is holy, help me!
*Bass turns around.*
Bass: Did I say you could talk! They want me to relax, I only know one way how.
*Bass pushes the buff guy back into the bathroom and closes the door.*
Obsidian: Merciful Minerva!
GQ: Uh...
*The door starts banging.*
Buff dude: Help me! Please! Oh, the pain!
*GQ and Obsidian look at each other. Then they slowly back out of the room. Once outside they run away and the scene fades out with the buff dude screaming.*
*The scene fades into the Kanyon Inc. locker room. What frickin' show is this on? I mean, do we have a show everyday where we can do promos? Why didn't I ever ask this before? Who has seen the muffin man? Anyway, Bass is seen doing chin-ups using the door to the bathroom. Obsidian and GQ walk in.*
GQ: Bass, baby, what are you still doing training? Seriously, you gotta relax hun. Training is good and all, but you can't push yourself too far.
Bass: Push it? I have to push it. I must win!
Obsidian: What number you on?
Bass: 1,078. 1,079. 1,080.
*As she counts, Obsidian starts to count as well, but faster.*
Obsidian: 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4.
Bass: Damnit Obsidian! I lost count.
*Bass drops off the door and walks up to Obsidian. He shrinks back.*
Obsidian: I am sorry. I am so sorry. I thought it would be funny. Please don't hurt me.
*GQ gets between them and puts his arm out in a stop gesture.*
GQ: He did it for your own good. You need to relax babe. Don't push yourself too much. You're going to win tomorrow, we all know it.
*Bass grabs GQ's arm.*
GQ: Please don't break arm, please don't break my arm.
*He continues to mutter the phrase over and over.
Bass: I well beat Mongo tomorrow. And hopefully he likes it rough, because that is exactly how I'm going to be.
*Suddenly the big buff dude from yesterdays promo waddles (yes, waddles) out of the bathroom.*
Buff dude: *After every step* Ow, ow, ow. Please, please help me. Please. For the love of all that is holy, help me!
*Bass turns around.*
Bass: Did I say you could talk! They want me to relax, I only know one way how.
*Bass pushes the buff guy back into the bathroom and closes the door.*
Obsidian: Merciful Minerva!
GQ: Uh...
*The door starts banging.*
Buff dude: Help me! Please! Oh, the pain!
*GQ and Obsidian look at each other. Then they slowly back out of the room. Once outside they run away and the scene fades out with the buff dude screaming.*