A legendary interview! (EOD Legends Showcase RP 1 of 1)
Oct 12, 2018 20:05:02 GMT -5
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Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Oct 12, 2018 20:05:02 GMT -5
**Fade in. White House Hallway.**
*We see Nelly Angel walking the halls of the White House.*
: Wow, this is so cool, I've never been in the White House before!
*Nelly walks up to a door and knocks on it.*
: Come in!
*Nelly enters the Oval Office, where Curtis is sitting at his desk.*
: Curtis, I am here to interview you for the legends match for End of Days: Witching Hour.
: Oh cool.
: Yeah, I know it's a little weird they still have me interviewing, even though I've told them I'm not an interview her anymore. Mongo just will not take no for an answer.
: He’s kinda rapey. But it is what it is man, so what you wanna know?
: Well, how does it feel to be the only full time participant in this legends match?
: I feel honored to be considered a legend while also still being active, but it is weird to put the most powerful man in the world figuratively and the best wrestler in XHF literally in this match with these four other scrubs.
: What do you mean four scrubs!?
: Well, look at the tale of the tape here. We've got Triple Quake, a guy who tried to be relevant I guess? He has tag titles for a federation with, what, three shows?
: He’s just not being utilized right now by any promotion, so that’s not his fault. He still wrestles.
: Then we've got Death Trap, the guy doesn't know whether to shit or wind his watch! I don't think he can even wear boots with shoelaces anymore! They have to be velcro. I mean, it's just kind of sad. Why are we letting him still wrestle?
: Yeah, that's a little weird.
: And speaking of people who shouldn't be in a ring! I mean isn't Michael storm dead?
: No, Storm is still alive, he’s just in a coma.
: Still, my point, he shouldn’t be wrestling. I mean, what are they gonna do? “Weekend at Bernie's” style wrestling with Michael Storm? This isn't Japan!
: Now that you mention it, those two should not really be anywhere near a ring.
: But then there's my buddy Randy Angel. I mean he’s okay, he can put on a decent fight at least. I like partying with the guy, so I'll try not to hurt him too much, but he still can't hold a candle to me.
: My brother Randy is not in this match.
: Wait, if hes not in it, than who is?
: I am. Nelly Angel is in the match. I mean, I didn't want to be, but then my brother--
: Oh! Nelly Angel is in the match? I hate that guy. He’s the drizzling shits. Oh man, this’ll be more of a cakewalk than I thought!
: Hey! What the hell man? I'm right here, show me a little respect.
: You are, but you’re interviewer Nelly right now. Interview Nelly Angel is fantastic at his job. Wrestler Nelly Angel though… sucks. But you already know that right?
: Hey! I do not suck, and for you to say that really grinds my gears!
: Don't be a sour puss Nelly! When it comes to interviewing, you are great. But your skills inside the ring are pretty lackluster bro.
: You son of a bitch! I will show you who is fu--
: Woah Nelly! Watch the language, you're on national broadcast television bro!
: What?!
*The camera zooms out to reveal Curtis sitting at his desk with a bunch of cameras focused on him and reporters standing behind them.*
: Yeah man, I'm in the middle of a national address.
: Oh then… why did you let me in?
: I don't wanna be rude!
: Wait, so I'm on national television right now?
: Yeah, say hi to the world man!
: Well-- that is—um-- to say-- Hi Mom?
: Oh you are such a sweet boy! Too bad I’m going to beat the shit out of you.
: Dude! Language!
: I'm the President, and so I don't have to worry about it.
: But, the national television?
: Shit cock ass fuck bitch.
: Ok… well…
: See you Sunday buddy!
: Wait, aren’t you already in Los Angeles for AXW?
: I was. But I forgot I had to do this match with these losers the night before, so I came back to the East Coast.
: Makes sense. Shouldn’t you be in Massachusetts then?
: For one, Massachusetts blows. Not as bad as Ohio, but it does. For two, we are!
: But we’re in the White House.
: Are we!?
*Curtis pushes a button and the Oval Office walls fall to the wayside and we turn out to be in a film studio lot warehouse.*
: So the national address? The cameras? The press?
: Cardboard.
*Curtis stands up and lifts up his desk, which we can now tell is made out of foam. He tosses it at the cameras and press. They all fall over like cardboard cut outs, because they are!*
: What is happening!? How was I deceived!?
: Remember that movie Inception? You've been Incepted! Remember? Remember!?!?
: Seriously?
: No, actually, it's more like Memento and you're remembering everything backward.
: That doesn't even make sense.
: Fine, you got me, I had Randy and Jim team up to slightly drug you.
: Of course... Randy keeps teaming up with people to do terrible things.
: Yep. Also, Funaki is a way better interviewer than you! Sucka!
*Curtis runs away.*
: Hey! Don’t run from me! Come back! I don’t want to go back to the hotel and hang out with my brother…
*Nelly just stands there as Curtis continues to run in this gigantic warehouse. Nelly looks down at the ground dejected.*
**Fade out.**
*We see Nelly Angel walking the halls of the White House.*
: Wow, this is so cool, I've never been in the White House before! *Nelly walks up to a door and knocks on it.*
: Come in! *Nelly enters the Oval Office, where Curtis is sitting at his desk.*
: Curtis, I am here to interview you for the legends match for End of Days: Witching Hour.: Oh cool. : Yeah, I know it's a little weird they still have me interviewing, even though I've told them I'm not an interview her anymore. Mongo just will not take no for an answer.: He’s kinda rapey. But it is what it is man, so what you wanna know? : Well, how does it feel to be the only full time participant in this legends match? : I feel honored to be considered a legend while also still being active, but it is weird to put the most powerful man in the world figuratively and the best wrestler in XHF literally in this match with these four other scrubs.: What do you mean four scrubs!?: Well, look at the tale of the tape here. We've got Triple Quake, a guy who tried to be relevant I guess? He has tag titles for a federation with, what, three shows? : He’s just not being utilized right now by any promotion, so that’s not his fault. He still wrestles.: Then we've got Death Trap, the guy doesn't know whether to shit or wind his watch! I don't think he can even wear boots with shoelaces anymore! They have to be velcro. I mean, it's just kind of sad. Why are we letting him still wrestle?: Yeah, that's a little weird.: And speaking of people who shouldn't be in a ring! I mean isn't Michael storm dead?: No, Storm is still alive, he’s just in a coma.: Still, my point, he shouldn’t be wrestling. I mean, what are they gonna do? “Weekend at Bernie's” style wrestling with Michael Storm? This isn't Japan!: Now that you mention it, those two should not really be anywhere near a ring.: But then there's my buddy Randy Angel. I mean he’s okay, he can put on a decent fight at least. I like partying with the guy, so I'll try not to hurt him too much, but he still can't hold a candle to me. : My brother Randy is not in this match.: Wait, if hes not in it, than who is?: I am. Nelly Angel is in the match. I mean, I didn't want to be, but then my brother--: Oh! Nelly Angel is in the match? I hate that guy. He’s the drizzling shits. Oh man, this’ll be more of a cakewalk than I thought!: Hey! What the hell man? I'm right here, show me a little respect. : You are, but you’re interviewer Nelly right now. Interview Nelly Angel is fantastic at his job. Wrestler Nelly Angel though… sucks. But you already know that right? : Hey! I do not suck, and for you to say that really grinds my gears!: Don't be a sour puss Nelly! When it comes to interviewing, you are great. But your skills inside the ring are pretty lackluster bro. : You son of a bitch! I will show you who is fu--: Woah Nelly! Watch the language, you're on national broadcast television bro! : What?!*The camera zooms out to reveal Curtis sitting at his desk with a bunch of cameras focused on him and reporters standing behind them.*
: Yeah man, I'm in the middle of a national address.: Oh then… why did you let me in?: I don't wanna be rude!: Wait, so I'm on national television right now?: Yeah, say hi to the world man!: Well-- that is—um-- to say-- Hi Mom?: Oh you are such a sweet boy! Too bad I’m going to beat the shit out of you.: Dude! Language!: I'm the President, and so I don't have to worry about it.: But, the national television?: Shit cock ass fuck bitch.: Ok… well…: See you Sunday buddy!: Wait, aren’t you already in Los Angeles for AXW?: I was. But I forgot I had to do this match with these losers the night before, so I came back to the East Coast.: Makes sense. Shouldn’t you be in Massachusetts then?: For one, Massachusetts blows. Not as bad as Ohio, but it does. For two, we are!: But we’re in the White House.: Are we!?*Curtis pushes a button and the Oval Office walls fall to the wayside and we turn out to be in a film studio lot warehouse.*
: So the national address? The cameras? The press?: Cardboard.*Curtis stands up and lifts up his desk, which we can now tell is made out of foam. He tosses it at the cameras and press. They all fall over like cardboard cut outs, because they are!*
: What is happening!? How was I deceived!?: Remember that movie Inception? You've been Incepted! Remember? Remember!?!?: Seriously?: No, actually, it's more like Memento and you're remembering everything backward.: That doesn't even make sense.: Fine, you got me, I had Randy and Jim team up to slightly drug you.: Of course... Randy keeps teaming up with people to do terrible things.: Yep. Also, Funaki is a way better interviewer than you! Sucka!*Curtis runs away.*
: Hey! Don’t run from me! Come back! I don’t want to go back to the hotel and hang out with my brother…*Nelly just stands there as Curtis continues to run in this gigantic warehouse. Nelly looks down at the ground dejected.*
**Fade out.**
