Like that one movie! Con Air, I think? (NOC AXW RP #1)
Jul 15, 2018 21:52:56 GMT -5
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Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jul 15, 2018 21:52:56 GMT -5
Previously, on "As the President Turns," Curtis Kanyon became president (Inauguration). Meanwhile and kinda unrelated, someone's been trying to kill him by his own means or by hiring mercenaries, most famously Dylan White (Anom-O-ly's Twin). The President has been kept alive mostly through his top secret service man Jim keeping him alive. He also hired the guy who plays Lucifer from the show of the same name, and the guy who plays Jake Peralta from "Brooklyn 99" to find his would be assassin. And then he visited his dad, who informed him he had a secret nephew when his late brother Chris was {No Means No} by Hardcore Harry's ex-wife Terry many years ago (Seeing the Old Man). And now... on with the show...
**The Mall of America. Parking lot. Dusk.**
*President Curtis D. Kanyon is finishing up some sort of speaking engagement, that part doesn’t matter. He leaves the podium and is walking back to his limo, when someone runs out and starts shooting in his direction. Secret service pushes him into the limo.*
: Get down Mr. President!
*Other secrect service charge at the guy and take him to the ground.*
Crazed Assassin: Jodie will love me!
**Cut.**
**Broadway. Hamilton.**
*President Kanyon sits with Esmerelda in a balcony seat, watching George Washington rap. The guy playing James Madison grabs a rope and unties it from the stage, using it to pull him up to the balcony. He pulls a gun out of his coat.*
James Madison: Sic sempe—
*Secret service tackle the president to the floor while another dives off the balcony and spears the actor assassin off the rope and crashing into the set.*
: Damnit!
**Cut.**
**Dallas, Texas. The Grassy Knoll. Afternoon.**
*Curtis is in a motorcade, waving at the people. You see where this is going. Shots are fired, and something ricochets off the bullet proof glass surrounding the car. It was very clean, so you couldn’t see it before. The car quickly drives off and secret service immediately fan out to look for the sniper.*
**Fade in. Ronald Reagan National Airport. Washington D.C. Tarmac.**
*Curtis & Esmerelda Kanyon are standing outside of Air Force One. Secret Service Officer Jim is escorting them to the plane.*
: I’m tired of this shit man! I’m going to England until we find this assassin! Too many mother fuckers are trying to kill me!
: Sir, you can take vacation. But, Night of Champions is back in the U.S. In Minneapolis.
: Damnit! That’s right, there’s no fighting for me until then. Maybe I don’t need to go to Europe. In fact, assassins may be predicting that. Okay. Fine. We’ll go somewhere they don’t expect. But where?
*While Curtis has been talking, Jake and Lucifer have been running up to him in the background.*
: MIIISSTERR PRESIDEEENT! MIIISSTERR PRESIDEEENT!
*Everyone turns to look. Jim is on guard until he realizes who it is. They arrive and Jake doubles over, huffing and puffing. Lucifer looks to have good cardio.*
: Mis… ter… Pres… i…
: I’ll handle this, Mr. President. We need to go to Quebec, Canada.
: Why the hell would I go to that foo foo place?
: To visit your nephew.
: SAAAAAY WHAAAAAT!?
**Fade out.
Fade in. Air Force One. Interior. 40,000 feet.**
*We see President Curtis Kanyon sitting in a chair on the plane. He has one shoe off, holding it upside down, and smacking the sole, with dust coming out and falling into a pouch. He puts the shoe back on and grabs the pouch.*
: Stewardess, can you add this to my bag of sand? Looks like I don’t need it yet.
*A flight attendant walks over and takes the pouch away.*
: Okay, we got some time to get to Canada. So, I suppose I should take this time to talk some smack. “Price,” we seem to be locked in another duel. A duel for the ages… Ha, no, I'm kidding. You're a piece of trash and I will throw you out as such. You always show glimmers of hope, glimmers of the real Price, but then you fail miserably. Why V even granted this match for you, I'll never know. You have been a thorn in my side for too long. You tried every underhanded tactic to win back at Supremacy. To try to get into my brain? Do you know how insane that is! Do you know how dangerous my mind is! The labyrinth of insanity that's been built up over the years? You pissed on my brother's grave, you insulted me, and worst of all, you stole my wig!
*Curtis tries to stand in anger, but realize he’s still seat belted in.*
: Oh, right. I can’t move about the cabin yet. Anyway, I don't know how a phony like you would even know what that wig means to me. The real Price new. The real Price saw it all when I was DDK. When I was running around like a mad man BANG!ing everything that moved. That wig has been through a lot, and not just with me. Also with my brother. I wore it the same way that he wore it when he was DDK. That wig has seen more battles and more ferocious wars than you could ever imagine. That wig has many memories in it, a lot of momento value in it. And for you to just carry it around in your duffel bag or wherever the hell you're keeping it and tarnishing its essence just makes me sick to my stomach! That wig is coming home. It’s coming back to me and will be passed down generation to generation of Kanyon. And I will not let you ruin the legacy that I am leaving for my children!
*The flight attendant returns with a Coca Cola, in a nice cold refreshing bottle. She opens it for him an dit has that air snap that just lets you know it’s fresh and bubbly. Curtis makes sure to hold the bottle so that the logo is clearly seen by the camera for some unknown reason. So go out and buy some Coca Cola! They created Santa Claus you know!*
: “Price,” I beat you before, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to make you subservient to the President of the United States and just give me my wig back. So now we are going to settle it in this hardcore match. I am going to beat you down and then I'm going to make you suffer. You will feel the agony for every prank you pulled on me! For every time you made me miss a cash in! For the fact that I am not even in the X*Crown match at Night of Champions because of you. You, phony “Price” man who claims to be Price, but you couldn’t lace the real dead Price’s boots.
*Curtis pours a little bit of his cola out on the floor of the plane and does the sign of the cross.*
: RIP the Price that was the real Price. You are a terrible imitation and I'm not even talking skin color because I don't see color. I'm talking everything else. That attitude… well not so much the attitude part since you are a dick like the real Price. But the body language, the anger issues, totally different. I don't know how you tricked all these are the people into thinking your Price, but I'm gonna prove to everyone that there is no way you can hang in the hardcore atmosphere like the old Price could. If you think you've ever met your limits, I am about to surpass you're hardcore limit-ness, because I am hardcore limit-less! The amount of hardcore you think you have cred in will not compare to the hardcore levels that I will be taking you to on Night of Champions. I know you're not the real Price, so do you, but you'll wish you were dead just like him when I am through with you! Actually before I’m done. Somewhere in the middle. Somewhere in the middle of the match you will wish you were just as dead as the real Price. But I'm not gonna give you that much of a reprieve. I'll break stuff, smash your face, other things, but I won't kill you. This isn’t AWF. We don't just murder people here.
*Curtis pours a little bit of his cola out on the floor of the plane and does the sign of the cross. Again.*
: RIP Micheal Storm. Well, he’s not dead yet, but he might be by the time I land, who knows. But there was also the other three guys that have died there. You get what I’m saying. But what I am also saying “Price” is that I will beat you sooo bad you bastard! I will—
*The plane starts shaking, is it turbulence?*
: What the hell!?
Intercom: Mr. President! We have taken over your plane. Stay seated and we will be over shortly to murder you.
: Oh that’s not good….
**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Air Force One. 35,000 feet. Minutes later.**
*Secret Service Jim has lead the President, Jake, and Lucifer to the back of the plane with some other secret service.*
: We're getting you off this thing Mr. President!
: How Jim?
: We've got an escape pod back here.
: Fantastic! Let's rock and roll!
: I don't want to be near them, my show got picked up on Netflix, I have something to live for now!
: I always believed in you pal.
: Thanks.
*Secret service push them into the pod.*
: Wait! Jim! Where's Esmerelda and the kids?
: I'm sorry sir, but they've been taken hostage. Don't worry though, I'll stay behind and make sure they are safe.
: You won't be the only one. I ain't leavin' without my family!
: Sir, I can't in good conscience let you sta--
*As Jim is talking, Curtis hits the release button shutting the door to the escape pod with the psuedo detectives and other secret service inside. It then shoots out of the plane.*
: Damnit Mr. President!
: Let's go beat up some terrorists! Oh but first...
: No don--
*Too late! Curtis goes over to a lever marked "emergency fuel dump." I assume they have that on planes, at least this one. Because Air Force One is special. He pulls it.*
: I saw them do this on a movie once. I think it was Con Air?
: Oh, great....
**Cut.**
*We now find Jim and Curtis sneaking through the cabin of the plane. We see a bunch of hostages tied up. Curtis hurries over and tells them to keep quiet with charades. Jim starts untying the first person he finds. Curtis is looking through the hostages, but seems unhappy.*
: I don't see my wife or kids.
Hostage 1: They took them to the cockpit.
: Sons of bitches!
*Jim has half the hostages free already. He's fast. Some of them are helping him free the others. Curtis starts to leave.*
: Mr. President, we have to free these people first.
: But my kids...and my kid maker...I mean, wife.
: We will get them sir. But one thing at a time. Everyone is getting out safe. Everyone.
: Fine, fine.
*The door to the cabin jiggles.*
: Everyone, pretend like you're still cuffed!
*Curtis and Jim dive behind a couch. The terrorist enters.*
: All right everyone. Just checking if you're doing okay. Anyone need anything, water, bathroom break, perhaps some peanuts.
Hostage 2: I'll take a water.
: Too bad! Ha ha ha ha! We will find your President, we know he's somewhere on this plane! And we will get what we want.
: (Speaking in a high pitch voice) What do you want from him?
: Who said that...that was a weird voice. No more talking from you. But we want him dead! Dead!
*Curtis pops up holding a nearby potted plant.*
: NEVER!
*Curtis tosses the plant at the terrorist and it shatters as it smacks into his head. Curtis then jumps over the couch, pushing hostages aside, and hits the BANG! on the terrorist.*
: Damnit President Kanyon! You're brash actions could have gotten someone killed!
: I just imagined he was Price, you know. I think it helped. All in a days work.
: NO! This is not your work. Now we have no choice but to get these people out of here ASAP.
: I got this!
*Curtis opens the nearby closet full of parachutes and starts distributing them to the hostages.*
: Remember pull the cord as some point before you hit the ground. Now go go go!
*Curtis opens the door and the hostages look scared.*
: This is an order from your President, GO! Don't worry, I saw this in a movie. I think it was Con Air.
*They shrug and start jumping out of the plane. Once they are all out, Curtis closes the door.*
: All right, we need to get to the cockpit.
: Tee hee, cock...pit.
: How are you president?
**Cut.**
*We see both Jim and Curtis standing over multiple knocked out terrorists. Curtis wipes the sweet off his brow.*
: Wow, that was a work out. But now all that's left is the leader. Through that door is him, and my wife, and my kids. And I assume the pilot. Otherwise we would have crashed by now. I mean, they could have killed him and are piloting themselves, which now that I think about it would make more sense.
: Just knock on the door sir.
: Right, right.
*Curtis knocks on the door and he and Jim stand ready to fight. The door opens and out comes Esmerelda. She's got on arm around her neck and the leader of the terrorists walk out behind her.*
: Unhand my lady!
: Only if you are ready to die!
: Why!?
: Because I was paid by a tranny to do so!
: Oh, right, I knew that. But who is the tranny!
: If I tell you, I have to kill you.
: You're going to kill me anyway.
: Oh right, actually, he told me not to tell you. So nevermind.
: Ha! "He!" Wait, but was he a he pre-op, or is he a "he" now? That's important.
: I'm not a filthy disrespectful American. He is now a he. But...I've already said too much....
*The leader points his gun at Curtis.*
: Why did you do all this? Why did you Con Air me?
: Con Air? What? I obviously stole the blue print from the Harrison Ford classic "Air Force One."
: Ooooooh! That's right! I got my movies mixed up. Thanks!
*The leader cocks his gun.*
: Don't shoot him, please! He's the president, he can get you anything you want!
: Hmmmm. Your disgraceful wife has a point. I'm sorry, you've actually been really nice as a hostage, but I must talk this way to be the alpha in this negotiation.
: What do you want pal?
: I would like some of my brethren free from your prisons.
: Oh don't tell me your related to Dylan White are you?
: You captured Dylan White? Even I'm scared of him. No, members of my cabal. They were caught planning schemes, and I wish them freed to come back to our country.
: Sure, sure, we can do that. If you want, we can even send them your way with some Salsa Atomica, made personally by my wife.
: Salsa Atomica! Available in stores nation wide!
*The leader looks at the camera to promote the salsa, giving Esmerelda the opportunity to step on his foot. He drops his gun from the shock of the pain and loosens his grip. Esmerelda slips away from him and Curtis charges with the BANG!*
: BANG! Sucka chump! Price is going to get sooooo many of those at Night of Champions.
: Sir, now is not the time.
: Don't worry, that's always going to be on his mind until the match. It's just his way.
: How did you know that would work Mr. President?
: He spent hours with my wife, there's no way she wouldn't have given him the salsa spiel a few times.
: You're so smart.
*They all rush into the cockpit, where the children are sitting, safely. And the pilot is a-okay! Nobody died! Yay!*
: All right sir, lets land this sucker!
Pilot: Yes sir Mr. President! We only got as far as New Jersey though.
: But we were about to see my nephew in Canada!
: Why don't we just bring him to you sir?
: Oh yeah...let's do that. And then I can talk to my long lost nephew. Probably the hardest thing I'll ever have to do...
: Are you serious? We just fought a plane full of terrorists!
: Ya heard me!
**Fade out.**
**The Mall of America. Parking lot. Dusk.**
*President Curtis D. Kanyon is finishing up some sort of speaking engagement, that part doesn’t matter. He leaves the podium and is walking back to his limo, when someone runs out and starts shooting in his direction. Secret service pushes him into the limo.*
: Get down Mr. President!*Other secrect service charge at the guy and take him to the ground.*
Crazed Assassin: Jodie will love me!
**Cut.**
**Broadway. Hamilton.**
*President Kanyon sits with Esmerelda in a balcony seat, watching George Washington rap. The guy playing James Madison grabs a rope and unties it from the stage, using it to pull him up to the balcony. He pulls a gun out of his coat.*
James Madison: Sic sempe—
*Secret service tackle the president to the floor while another dives off the balcony and spears the actor assassin off the rope and crashing into the set.*
: Damnit!**Cut.**
**Dallas, Texas. The Grassy Knoll. Afternoon.**
*Curtis is in a motorcade, waving at the people. You see where this is going. Shots are fired, and something ricochets off the bullet proof glass surrounding the car. It was very clean, so you couldn’t see it before. The car quickly drives off and secret service immediately fan out to look for the sniper.*
**Fade in. Ronald Reagan National Airport. Washington D.C. Tarmac.**
*Curtis & Esmerelda Kanyon are standing outside of Air Force One. Secret Service Officer Jim is escorting them to the plane.*
: I’m tired of this shit man! I’m going to England until we find this assassin! Too many mother fuckers are trying to kill me!: Sir, you can take vacation. But, Night of Champions is back in the U.S. In Minneapolis.: Damnit! That’s right, there’s no fighting for me until then. Maybe I don’t need to go to Europe. In fact, assassins may be predicting that. Okay. Fine. We’ll go somewhere they don’t expect. But where?*While Curtis has been talking, Jake and Lucifer have been running up to him in the background.*
: MIIISSTERR PRESIDEEENT! MIIISSTERR PRESIDEEENT!*Everyone turns to look. Jim is on guard until he realizes who it is. They arrive and Jake doubles over, huffing and puffing. Lucifer looks to have good cardio.*
: Mis… ter… Pres… i…: I’ll handle this, Mr. President. We need to go to Quebec, Canada.: Why the hell would I go to that foo foo place?: To visit your nephew.: SAAAAAY WHAAAAAT!?**Fade out.
Fade in. Air Force One. Interior. 40,000 feet.**
*We see President Curtis Kanyon sitting in a chair on the plane. He has one shoe off, holding it upside down, and smacking the sole, with dust coming out and falling into a pouch. He puts the shoe back on and grabs the pouch.*
: Stewardess, can you add this to my bag of sand? Looks like I don’t need it yet.*A flight attendant walks over and takes the pouch away.*
: Okay, we got some time to get to Canada. So, I suppose I should take this time to talk some smack. “Price,” we seem to be locked in another duel. A duel for the ages… Ha, no, I'm kidding. You're a piece of trash and I will throw you out as such. You always show glimmers of hope, glimmers of the real Price, but then you fail miserably. Why V even granted this match for you, I'll never know. You have been a thorn in my side for too long. You tried every underhanded tactic to win back at Supremacy. To try to get into my brain? Do you know how insane that is! Do you know how dangerous my mind is! The labyrinth of insanity that's been built up over the years? You pissed on my brother's grave, you insulted me, and worst of all, you stole my wig!*Curtis tries to stand in anger, but realize he’s still seat belted in.*
: Oh, right. I can’t move about the cabin yet. Anyway, I don't know how a phony like you would even know what that wig means to me. The real Price new. The real Price saw it all when I was DDK. When I was running around like a mad man BANG!ing everything that moved. That wig has been through a lot, and not just with me. Also with my brother. I wore it the same way that he wore it when he was DDK. That wig has seen more battles and more ferocious wars than you could ever imagine. That wig has many memories in it, a lot of momento value in it. And for you to just carry it around in your duffel bag or wherever the hell you're keeping it and tarnishing its essence just makes me sick to my stomach! That wig is coming home. It’s coming back to me and will be passed down generation to generation of Kanyon. And I will not let you ruin the legacy that I am leaving for my children!*The flight attendant returns with a Coca Cola, in a nice cold refreshing bottle. She opens it for him an dit has that air snap that just lets you know it’s fresh and bubbly. Curtis makes sure to hold the bottle so that the logo is clearly seen by the camera for some unknown reason. So go out and buy some Coca Cola! They created Santa Claus you know!*
: “Price,” I beat you before, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to make you subservient to the President of the United States and just give me my wig back. So now we are going to settle it in this hardcore match. I am going to beat you down and then I'm going to make you suffer. You will feel the agony for every prank you pulled on me! For every time you made me miss a cash in! For the fact that I am not even in the X*Crown match at Night of Champions because of you. You, phony “Price” man who claims to be Price, but you couldn’t lace the real dead Price’s boots.*Curtis pours a little bit of his cola out on the floor of the plane and does the sign of the cross.*
: RIP the Price that was the real Price. You are a terrible imitation and I'm not even talking skin color because I don't see color. I'm talking everything else. That attitude… well not so much the attitude part since you are a dick like the real Price. But the body language, the anger issues, totally different. I don't know how you tricked all these are the people into thinking your Price, but I'm gonna prove to everyone that there is no way you can hang in the hardcore atmosphere like the old Price could. If you think you've ever met your limits, I am about to surpass you're hardcore limit-ness, because I am hardcore limit-less! The amount of hardcore you think you have cred in will not compare to the hardcore levels that I will be taking you to on Night of Champions. I know you're not the real Price, so do you, but you'll wish you were dead just like him when I am through with you! Actually before I’m done. Somewhere in the middle. Somewhere in the middle of the match you will wish you were just as dead as the real Price. But I'm not gonna give you that much of a reprieve. I'll break stuff, smash your face, other things, but I won't kill you. This isn’t AWF. We don't just murder people here.*Curtis pours a little bit of his cola out on the floor of the plane and does the sign of the cross. Again.*
: RIP Micheal Storm. Well, he’s not dead yet, but he might be by the time I land, who knows. But there was also the other three guys that have died there. You get what I’m saying. But what I am also saying “Price” is that I will beat you sooo bad you bastard! I will—*The plane starts shaking, is it turbulence?*
: What the hell!?Intercom: Mr. President! We have taken over your plane. Stay seated and we will be over shortly to murder you.
: Oh that’s not good….**Fade out.**
**Fade in. Air Force One. 35,000 feet. Minutes later.**
*Secret Service Jim has lead the President, Jake, and Lucifer to the back of the plane with some other secret service.*
: We're getting you off this thing Mr. President!: How Jim?: We've got an escape pod back here.: Fantastic! Let's rock and roll!: I don't want to be near them, my show got picked up on Netflix, I have something to live for now!: I always believed in you pal.: Thanks.*Secret service push them into the pod.*
: Wait! Jim! Where's Esmerelda and the kids?: I'm sorry sir, but they've been taken hostage. Don't worry though, I'll stay behind and make sure they are safe.: You won't be the only one. I ain't leavin' without my family!: Sir, I can't in good conscience let you sta--*As Jim is talking, Curtis hits the release button shutting the door to the escape pod with the psuedo detectives and other secret service inside. It then shoots out of the plane.*
: Damnit Mr. President!: Let's go beat up some terrorists! Oh but first...: No don--*Too late! Curtis goes over to a lever marked "emergency fuel dump." I assume they have that on planes, at least this one. Because Air Force One is special. He pulls it.*
: I saw them do this on a movie once. I think it was Con Air?: Oh, great.... **Cut.**
*We now find Jim and Curtis sneaking through the cabin of the plane. We see a bunch of hostages tied up. Curtis hurries over and tells them to keep quiet with charades. Jim starts untying the first person he finds. Curtis is looking through the hostages, but seems unhappy.*
: I don't see my wife or kids.Hostage 1: They took them to the cockpit.
: Sons of bitches!*Jim has half the hostages free already. He's fast. Some of them are helping him free the others. Curtis starts to leave.*
: Mr. President, we have to free these people first.: But my kids...and my kid maker...I mean, wife.: We will get them sir. But one thing at a time. Everyone is getting out safe. Everyone.: Fine, fine.*The door to the cabin jiggles.*
: Everyone, pretend like you're still cuffed!*Curtis and Jim dive behind a couch. The terrorist enters.*
: All right everyone. Just checking if you're doing okay. Anyone need anything, water, bathroom break, perhaps some peanuts.Hostage 2: I'll take a water.
: Too bad! Ha ha ha ha! We will find your President, we know he's somewhere on this plane! And we will get what we want.: (Speaking in a high pitch voice) What do you want from him?: Who said that...that was a weird voice. No more talking from you. But we want him dead! Dead!*Curtis pops up holding a nearby potted plant.*
: NEVER!*Curtis tosses the plant at the terrorist and it shatters as it smacks into his head. Curtis then jumps over the couch, pushing hostages aside, and hits the BANG! on the terrorist.*
: Damnit President Kanyon! You're brash actions could have gotten someone killed!: I just imagined he was Price, you know. I think it helped. All in a days work.: NO! This is not your work. Now we have no choice but to get these people out of here ASAP.: I got this!*Curtis opens the nearby closet full of parachutes and starts distributing them to the hostages.*
: Remember pull the cord as some point before you hit the ground. Now go go go!*Curtis opens the door and the hostages look scared.*
: This is an order from your President, GO! Don't worry, I saw this in a movie. I think it was Con Air.*They shrug and start jumping out of the plane. Once they are all out, Curtis closes the door.*
: All right, we need to get to the cockpit.: Tee hee, cock...pit.: How are you president?**Cut.**
*We see both Jim and Curtis standing over multiple knocked out terrorists. Curtis wipes the sweet off his brow.*
: Wow, that was a work out. But now all that's left is the leader. Through that door is him, and my wife, and my kids. And I assume the pilot. Otherwise we would have crashed by now. I mean, they could have killed him and are piloting themselves, which now that I think about it would make more sense.: Just knock on the door sir.: Right, right.*Curtis knocks on the door and he and Jim stand ready to fight. The door opens and out comes Esmerelda. She's got on arm around her neck and the leader of the terrorists walk out behind her.*
: Unhand my lady!: Only if you are ready to die!: Why!?: Because I was paid by a tranny to do so!: Oh, right, I knew that. But who is the tranny!: If I tell you, I have to kill you.: You're going to kill me anyway.: Oh right, actually, he told me not to tell you. So nevermind.: Ha! "He!" Wait, but was he a he pre-op, or is he a "he" now? That's important.: I'm not a filthy disrespectful American. He is now a he. But...I've already said too much....*The leader points his gun at Curtis.*
: Why did you do all this? Why did you Con Air me?: Con Air? What? I obviously stole the blue print from the Harrison Ford classic "Air Force One.": Ooooooh! That's right! I got my movies mixed up. Thanks!*The leader cocks his gun.*
: Don't shoot him, please! He's the president, he can get you anything you want!: Hmmmm. Your disgraceful wife has a point. I'm sorry, you've actually been really nice as a hostage, but I must talk this way to be the alpha in this negotiation.: What do you want pal?: I would like some of my brethren free from your prisons.: Oh don't tell me your related to Dylan White are you?: You captured Dylan White? Even I'm scared of him. No, members of my cabal. They were caught planning schemes, and I wish them freed to come back to our country.: Sure, sure, we can do that. If you want, we can even send them your way with some Salsa Atomica, made personally by my wife.: Salsa Atomica! Available in stores nation wide!*The leader looks at the camera to promote the salsa, giving Esmerelda the opportunity to step on his foot. He drops his gun from the shock of the pain and loosens his grip. Esmerelda slips away from him and Curtis charges with the BANG!*
: BANG! Sucka chump! Price is going to get sooooo many of those at Night of Champions.: Sir, now is not the time.: Don't worry, that's always going to be on his mind until the match. It's just his way.: How did you know that would work Mr. President?: He spent hours with my wife, there's no way she wouldn't have given him the salsa spiel a few times.: You're so smart.*They all rush into the cockpit, where the children are sitting, safely. And the pilot is a-okay! Nobody died! Yay!*
: All right sir, lets land this sucker!Pilot: Yes sir Mr. President! We only got as far as New Jersey though.
: But we were about to see my nephew in Canada!: Why don't we just bring him to you sir?: Oh yeah...let's do that. And then I can talk to my long lost nephew. Probably the hardest thing I'll ever have to do...: Are you serious? We just fought a plane full of terrorists!: Ya heard me!**Fade out.**
