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Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jan 25, 2024 23:59:13 GMT -5
**Kanyon Secret Laboratory. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.**
*A Secret Service agent wheels Curtis D. Kanyon onto a darkened stage. A spotlight turns on.*
Curtis: Gentlemen! You have asked of me a favor. I have agreed, signed the documents, and all that jazz. And now I show you why I am so confident! But first… a flashback!
**Wavey cut. Kanyon Estates. New Jersey. Two Weeks Ago.**
*Curtis in wheelchair rolls himself into the kitchen, where his wife Esmerelda is fixing up some sandwiches.*
Curtis: Babe! I just got a call from Magnus. The GUNS want me to represent them in the Supremacy X*Crown match!
Esmerelda: Why? You haven't wrestled in over a year. You're still handicapped after what Zoran did to you. Why would they consider you?
Curtis: Because I'm a former champion and would bring great prestige to the title. I may have also overheard that no one else answered their phones, but that just proves its Thor's will.
Esmerelda: Honey, I don't think it's a good idea.
Curtis: Sweetie, it's only the best idea! What better way to get out and get off my.ass than by taking a match. I'm tired of sitting on the side and watching my Bang Bros brothers do all the cool stuff.
Esmerelda: Oh really? Then get off your ass right now.
*Curtis pushes up on his wheelchair and strains to get out, but his legs are not having it.*
Curtis: Fuck you legs!
*Curtis punches his legs.*
Esmerelda: Told you.
Curtis: Woman, I'll figure it out!
*Curtis slowly wheels backward out of the kitchen.*
Esmerelda: While you do, your sandwich is ready.
*Curtis slowly wheels back in, scowling at his wife. He grabs the sandwich from the counter and puts it on his lap, not breaking eye contact. Them he slowly wheels back out again.*
Esmerelda: Love you!
Curtis: Love you too!
**Wavey cut. Kanyon Secret Laboratory. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.**
*Back again at the lab with Curtis under the spotlight.*
Curtis: And figure it out I did! You think the Annihilation Chamber can hinder me? You think the monstrosity can restrict my rage and wanton destruction even more than my injuries already do? The steel in my veins is stronger than the steel that will surround us. And yes, the steel under my ass. ButnI give you my solution! Surround my already steel resolve, and wrap that up in titanium!
*The spotlight shifts, revealing a hulking humanoid robot, its metallic muscles gleaming under the harsh light. Curtis wheels over and onto some sort of platform, and pushes a button on one of his arm rests, then the platform and he slowly raise up.*
Curtis: I will replace my dysfunctional legs with this robot! I pulled some strings and gotten NASA's finest scientific minds–
*The platform elevator screeches to a quick halt. Curtis fumbles around and looks a little embarrassed.*
Curtis: –the finest…sorry about this…
*Curtis pushes the button on his chair again and again, trying to to get it to work.*
Curtis: –the finest scien– damn you!
*Curtis slams his fist onto the button, then rapidly pushes it with said fist. Finally, it starts moving again.*
Curtis: Sorry, –supposedly finest scientists they could lend me.
*The lift finally delivers Curtis into the cockpit, and slips his arms into sleeves connected to a network of wires snaking into the machine's control panel.*
Curtis: I was forged in the most xtreme side of the XHF. A champion carved from the sweat and blood of a thousand fallen foes, a million weapon shots, and endless list of injuries. Then fate, that fickle mistress, dealt me a hand that I couldn't overcome. A hand with a knife in Zoran Sankovandowich, or whatever. My body, once a temple of fury, became a brittle cage, trapping the beast within… but now!
*Curtis flexes and the mecha lights up and the robot arms move in synchronization.*
Curtis: I didn’t surrender! Thanks to your call, I channeled the inferno into something new, something stronger, something... colder. I built this, this avatar of vengeance, this walking testament to my unyielding spirit!
*The robot clenches its metallic fists, sparks erupting from its knuckles.*
Curtis: This metal menagerie has never seen something like this! And by proxy, the world will see the most violent and sadistic Annihilation Chamber ever! This ring will be my forge, and my opponents, the anvils upon which I'll hammer out my redemption! Every slam, every suplex, every ounce of punishment I inflict will be a gift to Thor, a tribute to the warrior who still burns within!
*Curtis shakes his fists and the robot does the same, then flames shoot out of the fists.*
Curtis: So, what do you think?
*The lights turn on and we see Magnus sitting almost alone in the presentation area, Beef standing close by, not using one of the many seats.*
Magnus: It’s impressive…but after the Mecha-Pagnus incident, GUNS aren’t allowed to have robots anymore. So you’re going to have to nix it.
*Curtis lowers his shoulders in sadness and defeat, and the mech does the same.*
Curtis: But… but I need it.
Magnus: Sorry bud, you’re going to have to figure out something else.
*Magnus gets up and walks out.*
Curtis: Well…shit.
*Curtis goes to rub his chin in thought and the robot arm clangs against the window, scaring Curtis, which makes him instinctively flinch backward, which makes the robot fall backwards.*
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Kanyon Estates. Two days from Supremacy.**
*We open on the garage where Curtis Kanyon is doing chest presses in a home gym as his wheelchair is parked next to the work out machine. He sits up.*
Curtis: Well, it's almost go time. People have been asking, “why would you take this match Curtis? Especially with no fanfare. You'll haven't wrestled in over a year. You're a former President. You're still in a wheelchair. Why?” It's simple really. Some debts are left to be paid.
*Curtis takes off a workout glove.*
Curtis: No not by Mistress Discipline, well actually, maybe a little for taking my tag titles with that doofus in a hat. But no, if not me, maybe it's time for a girl boss to shine. Not the robot, even though I bet I can have a good time with that one. Still not fair there fed can have a robot in the match and mine can't. Frankly, aside from Mistress, I don’t know much about most of my opponents, but after Supremacy, none of them will ever forget me.
*Curtis takes off his other glove.*
Curtis: I'm in this match for one reason and one reason only. James fucking Raymond. That man injured me on purpose four years ago, and I never for proper vengeance. Sure, some great torture in tag team action. But I saw he had a shot at the X*Crown, and I had to join and ruin it. I don't know what I can do without my legs, but I guarantee you, as long as I can move a pinky, I will keep James fucking Raymond from winning this match.
*Curtis grabs his chair and pulls it close.*
Curtis: That's why I don't need the fanfare for my return. I just need revenge. If I happen to win the X*Crown at the end of it? Then even better. I miss my babies, I won't lie that it's enticing to have them again. But more than anything, I refuse to let James fucking Raymond cuddle them. So some way, some how, James fucking Raymond will feel…the…BANG!
*Curtis starts scooting into his chair.*
**Fade out.**
*A Secret Service agent wheels Curtis D. Kanyon onto a darkened stage. A spotlight turns on.*
Curtis: Gentlemen! You have asked of me a favor. I have agreed, signed the documents, and all that jazz. And now I show you why I am so confident! But first… a flashback!
**Wavey cut. Kanyon Estates. New Jersey. Two Weeks Ago.**
*Curtis in wheelchair rolls himself into the kitchen, where his wife Esmerelda is fixing up some sandwiches.*
Curtis: Babe! I just got a call from Magnus. The GUNS want me to represent them in the Supremacy X*Crown match!
Esmerelda: Why? You haven't wrestled in over a year. You're still handicapped after what Zoran did to you. Why would they consider you?
Curtis: Because I'm a former champion and would bring great prestige to the title. I may have also overheard that no one else answered their phones, but that just proves its Thor's will.
Esmerelda: Honey, I don't think it's a good idea.
Curtis: Sweetie, it's only the best idea! What better way to get out and get off my.ass than by taking a match. I'm tired of sitting on the side and watching my Bang Bros brothers do all the cool stuff.
Esmerelda: Oh really? Then get off your ass right now.
*Curtis pushes up on his wheelchair and strains to get out, but his legs are not having it.*
Curtis: Fuck you legs!
*Curtis punches his legs.*
Esmerelda: Told you.
Curtis: Woman, I'll figure it out!
*Curtis slowly wheels backward out of the kitchen.*
Esmerelda: While you do, your sandwich is ready.
*Curtis slowly wheels back in, scowling at his wife. He grabs the sandwich from the counter and puts it on his lap, not breaking eye contact. Them he slowly wheels back out again.*
Esmerelda: Love you!
Curtis: Love you too!
**Wavey cut. Kanyon Secret Laboratory. Location Unknown. Time Unknown.**
*Back again at the lab with Curtis under the spotlight.*
Curtis: And figure it out I did! You think the Annihilation Chamber can hinder me? You think the monstrosity can restrict my rage and wanton destruction even more than my injuries already do? The steel in my veins is stronger than the steel that will surround us. And yes, the steel under my ass. ButnI give you my solution! Surround my already steel resolve, and wrap that up in titanium!
*The spotlight shifts, revealing a hulking humanoid robot, its metallic muscles gleaming under the harsh light. Curtis wheels over and onto some sort of platform, and pushes a button on one of his arm rests, then the platform and he slowly raise up.*
Curtis: I will replace my dysfunctional legs with this robot! I pulled some strings and gotten NASA's finest scientific minds–
*The platform elevator screeches to a quick halt. Curtis fumbles around and looks a little embarrassed.*
Curtis: –the finest…sorry about this…
*Curtis pushes the button on his chair again and again, trying to to get it to work.*
Curtis: –the finest scien– damn you!
*Curtis slams his fist onto the button, then rapidly pushes it with said fist. Finally, it starts moving again.*
Curtis: Sorry, –supposedly finest scientists they could lend me.
*The lift finally delivers Curtis into the cockpit, and slips his arms into sleeves connected to a network of wires snaking into the machine's control panel.*
Curtis: I was forged in the most xtreme side of the XHF. A champion carved from the sweat and blood of a thousand fallen foes, a million weapon shots, and endless list of injuries. Then fate, that fickle mistress, dealt me a hand that I couldn't overcome. A hand with a knife in Zoran Sankovandowich, or whatever. My body, once a temple of fury, became a brittle cage, trapping the beast within… but now!
*Curtis flexes and the mecha lights up and the robot arms move in synchronization.*
Curtis: I didn’t surrender! Thanks to your call, I channeled the inferno into something new, something stronger, something... colder. I built this, this avatar of vengeance, this walking testament to my unyielding spirit!
*The robot clenches its metallic fists, sparks erupting from its knuckles.*
Curtis: This metal menagerie has never seen something like this! And by proxy, the world will see the most violent and sadistic Annihilation Chamber ever! This ring will be my forge, and my opponents, the anvils upon which I'll hammer out my redemption! Every slam, every suplex, every ounce of punishment I inflict will be a gift to Thor, a tribute to the warrior who still burns within!
*Curtis shakes his fists and the robot does the same, then flames shoot out of the fists.*
Curtis: So, what do you think?
*The lights turn on and we see Magnus sitting almost alone in the presentation area, Beef standing close by, not using one of the many seats.*
Magnus: It’s impressive…but after the Mecha-Pagnus incident, GUNS aren’t allowed to have robots anymore. So you’re going to have to nix it.
*Curtis lowers his shoulders in sadness and defeat, and the mech does the same.*
Curtis: But… but I need it.
Magnus: Sorry bud, you’re going to have to figure out something else.
*Magnus gets up and walks out.*
Curtis: Well…shit.
*Curtis goes to rub his chin in thought and the robot arm clangs against the window, scaring Curtis, which makes him instinctively flinch backward, which makes the robot fall backwards.*
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Kanyon Estates. Two days from Supremacy.**
*We open on the garage where Curtis Kanyon is doing chest presses in a home gym as his wheelchair is parked next to the work out machine. He sits up.*
Curtis: Well, it's almost go time. People have been asking, “why would you take this match Curtis? Especially with no fanfare. You'll haven't wrestled in over a year. You're a former President. You're still in a wheelchair. Why?” It's simple really. Some debts are left to be paid.
*Curtis takes off a workout glove.*
Curtis: No not by Mistress Discipline, well actually, maybe a little for taking my tag titles with that doofus in a hat. But no, if not me, maybe it's time for a girl boss to shine. Not the robot, even though I bet I can have a good time with that one. Still not fair there fed can have a robot in the match and mine can't. Frankly, aside from Mistress, I don’t know much about most of my opponents, but after Supremacy, none of them will ever forget me.
*Curtis takes off his other glove.*
Curtis: I'm in this match for one reason and one reason only. James fucking Raymond. That man injured me on purpose four years ago, and I never for proper vengeance. Sure, some great torture in tag team action. But I saw he had a shot at the X*Crown, and I had to join and ruin it. I don't know what I can do without my legs, but I guarantee you, as long as I can move a pinky, I will keep James fucking Raymond from winning this match.
*Curtis grabs his chair and pulls it close.*
Curtis: That's why I don't need the fanfare for my return. I just need revenge. If I happen to win the X*Crown at the end of it? Then even better. I miss my babies, I won't lie that it's enticing to have them again. But more than anything, I refuse to let James fucking Raymond cuddle them. So some way, some how, James fucking Raymond will feel…the…BANG!
*Curtis starts scooting into his chair.*
**Fade out.**
