Time to Focus, and then Party (Supremacy, X RP)
Jan 21, 2019 19:38:36 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer and 𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓸𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓯𝓯 like this
Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Jan 21, 2019 19:38:36 GMT -5
**Fade in. After Open Fight Night. Not Monday. Garage.**
*We open inside a limo. First Lady Esmerelda Kanyon enters, followed shortly by President Curtis.*
: Oh man! What a show! What an announcement! Now that the world knows that I’m in the X*Crown, and what an emphatic statement I made, the fever of my supporters will be through the roof and I will ride that wave of momentum back to the titles! Ha ha, yes!
: I’m so proud of you babe. It was an amazing show. But don’t forget, we had to pre-record the show, so it won’t air for a few days.
: Right, right. Oh man, I can’t wait until the world sees it! Ha ha! This is going to be great!
**Fade out.
Fade in. White House. Monday. After Open Fight Night aired.**
*Curtis Kanyon is on the phone.*
: This is not great!
*Curtis listens to the voice through the phone, like you do.*
: No, no, I just finished watching the show to re-see my glory! And I didn’t see it! Where was my segment? Where was my X*Crown announcement?
*Listens again.*
: What do you mean cut!? You go over your time slot and you cut out the president!? You cut out the X*Crown announcement?! You cut out the man! You are so lucky I didn’t burn this fed down to get this match you piece of trash! When I win that X*Crown, you’ll be lucky if I even come back to AXW!
*Curtis throws the phone against the wall.*
: RRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!
*Curtis shakes in anger.*
**Fade out.
Fade in. The next day. White House.**
*Curtis is sitting at his desk, mulling over some paperwork.*
: Ugh, I can’t focus. I still can’t believe they cut out the announcement of me in the X*Crown!? What are they thinking! It’s like AXW doesn’t even care about the X*Crown. Pompous bastards. It’s okay, I don’t need to focus, the government is functioning and running just fine anyway, they can survive without these orders signed for a few minutes. Not like we’re in risk of shutdown or anything any time soon. Oh man, this reality is so much better… anyway! I need to get up and get this frustration out before I go back to working on my side job of being President.
*Curtis gets up from the desk and walks over to the window.*
: Supremacy. The show I lost the X*Crown on last year. About time to regain. In a match I don’t have to worry about losing by sitting. It’s still a ridiculous stipulation of a match just so former fat boy Mongo can stroke it to wrestlers jumping through hoops, but at least it’s a test of skills in this one. No balloon popping, no Viagra on a pole, no big ass pies. Just two guys, fighting in a giant metal structure. And the winner gets to blindly pick his next opponent. Until one man is left standing. That’s the part I can get behind. If I can be one of the first and beat all six other opponents, man, that would be glorious! Valhalla would rejoice at that one, so let’s hope I get the luck of the draw on that one! I’m the King of Hardcore, I’m the President, I’m not some loser geek looking to get picked last. I’m the fucking man, and as such, I want to take on all of them!
*Curtis reaches back to his desk and grabs a mug. He sips as he continues to look out the window.*
: I’ve been dreaming of winning back my X*Crown for a year. I’m prepped. I’m ready. No not knowing my opponents this time. I mean, I still don’t give a shit about them, but I’m coming in with guns a-blazing and notes a-taken! Kikue from SSS, I’m not worried about her. Not cause she’s a girl, but because she’s frail like all of them. Also, wrestlers from SSS never talk, because they know their place. That’s cause she is girl BTW. Then we got Raiden. Does that guy wrestle in anything other than X*Crown matches? I mean, he gets more chances than “Price!” He moves like a fanciful gazelle though, so I know that when I get my hands on him, I can’t let up. Then Big Drag. Who painted up Fezzik, am I right? But seriously, there’s only one diety around here, and that’s Thor! Well… and Odin. …and Loki. …and Frigg, Baldur, Heimdall, Tyr, I can go on. But you know what I mean! Drago is no god, and I will prove that by putting his fat ass down. Then this Chris Parsons guy, looks a little fake to me. He’s got cool sun glasses though. But I’m not so much worried about this poser either.
*Curtis sips again from his mug.*
: Ah, thats good Puerto Rican rum. Then this Chris Parsons guy, looks a little fake to me. He’s got cool sun glasses though. But I’m not so much worried about this poser either. On to Anthony Craig. Hot damn, dude gives me hoy flashes! Sexy mother fucker! Holy crap. Can I hire him to be the new White House Chef? I mean, wrestling wise, I'mma kick his ass, but afterward, he can make me a sammich. Then, oh yeah, the crème of the top. Bobby Barratt double global champ. I mean, for now. If Supremacy wasn't happening, their'd be a new champ on AWF's show next week. Fucking hot potato mother fuckers.
*Curtis sips again.*
: Diamond, coma guy, Diamond again, somebody else, and now Bobby. It's about time a true man takes that X*Crown and holds it again. You punk asses can't have nice this. Sure Bob, you "quit" that bitch, but we all know its just a power play. Contract coming up? Want more money as a double champ? Who knows, but you're going to be a moron and head back to that podunk fed with your tail between your legs. Because you're not leaving that ship with the titles. Not on my watch...
*Curtis sips his cup again. Slurps it as well this time. For like, a minute. It gets kinda gross.*
: I hope I get to start, I hope I get a chance... To BANG! 'Em All!
*Curtis sips again, long and slow like...*
**Fade out.
Fade in. Later that day. West Virginia.**
*Curtis is at a podium. The fans are in a tizzy.*
Crowd: BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All!
: Thank you, thank you. Now that the political stuff is out of the way... Let's talk about what you've been chanting for the last half hour, me winning the X*Crown!
Crowd: (Huge pop)
: By Thor's good graces, I will BANG! 'Em All!
Crowd: BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All!
: The cool guy, the frail girl, the sexy chef, the false idol, the forever number one contender, and the soon to be former champion. They're all going down. They're all getting broken in half! And you know what, to celebrate... I'm throwing the biggest fucking party on the beach and you're all invited!
Crowd: (Huge pop)
: I just thought of it right now! It's gonna be huge! The best party ever! Absolutely nothing can go wrong!
*Curtis gives a thumbs up.*
**Fade out. To be continued...**
*We open inside a limo. First Lady Esmerelda Kanyon enters, followed shortly by President Curtis.*
: Oh man! What a show! What an announcement! Now that the world knows that I’m in the X*Crown, and what an emphatic statement I made, the fever of my supporters will be through the roof and I will ride that wave of momentum back to the titles! Ha ha, yes!: I’m so proud of you babe. It was an amazing show. But don’t forget, we had to pre-record the show, so it won’t air for a few days.: Right, right. Oh man, I can’t wait until the world sees it! Ha ha! This is going to be great!**Fade out.
Fade in. White House. Monday. After Open Fight Night aired.**
*Curtis Kanyon is on the phone.*
: This is not great!*Curtis listens to the voice through the phone, like you do.*
: No, no, I just finished watching the show to re-see my glory! And I didn’t see it! Where was my segment? Where was my X*Crown announcement?*Listens again.*
: What do you mean cut!? You go over your time slot and you cut out the president!? You cut out the X*Crown announcement?! You cut out the man! You are so lucky I didn’t burn this fed down to get this match you piece of trash! When I win that X*Crown, you’ll be lucky if I even come back to AXW!*Curtis throws the phone against the wall.*
: RRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!*Curtis shakes in anger.*
**Fade out.
Fade in. The next day. White House.**
*Curtis is sitting at his desk, mulling over some paperwork.*
: Ugh, I can’t focus. I still can’t believe they cut out the announcement of me in the X*Crown!? What are they thinking! It’s like AXW doesn’t even care about the X*Crown. Pompous bastards. It’s okay, I don’t need to focus, the government is functioning and running just fine anyway, they can survive without these orders signed for a few minutes. Not like we’re in risk of shutdown or anything any time soon. Oh man, this reality is so much better… anyway! I need to get up and get this frustration out before I go back to working on my side job of being President.*Curtis gets up from the desk and walks over to the window.*
: Supremacy. The show I lost the X*Crown on last year. About time to regain. In a match I don’t have to worry about losing by sitting. It’s still a ridiculous stipulation of a match just so former fat boy Mongo can stroke it to wrestlers jumping through hoops, but at least it’s a test of skills in this one. No balloon popping, no Viagra on a pole, no big ass pies. Just two guys, fighting in a giant metal structure. And the winner gets to blindly pick his next opponent. Until one man is left standing. That’s the part I can get behind. If I can be one of the first and beat all six other opponents, man, that would be glorious! Valhalla would rejoice at that one, so let’s hope I get the luck of the draw on that one! I’m the King of Hardcore, I’m the President, I’m not some loser geek looking to get picked last. I’m the fucking man, and as such, I want to take on all of them!*Curtis reaches back to his desk and grabs a mug. He sips as he continues to look out the window.*
: I’ve been dreaming of winning back my X*Crown for a year. I’m prepped. I’m ready. No not knowing my opponents this time. I mean, I still don’t give a shit about them, but I’m coming in with guns a-blazing and notes a-taken! Kikue from SSS, I’m not worried about her. Not cause she’s a girl, but because she’s frail like all of them. Also, wrestlers from SSS never talk, because they know their place. That’s cause she is girl BTW. Then we got Raiden. Does that guy wrestle in anything other than X*Crown matches? I mean, he gets more chances than “Price!” He moves like a fanciful gazelle though, so I know that when I get my hands on him, I can’t let up. Then Big Drag. Who painted up Fezzik, am I right? But seriously, there’s only one diety around here, and that’s Thor! Well… and Odin. …and Loki. …and Frigg, Baldur, Heimdall, Tyr, I can go on. But you know what I mean! Drago is no god, and I will prove that by putting his fat ass down. Then this Chris Parsons guy, looks a little fake to me. He’s got cool sun glasses though. But I’m not so much worried about this poser either.*Curtis sips again from his mug.*
: Ah, thats good Puerto Rican rum. Then this Chris Parsons guy, looks a little fake to me. He’s got cool sun glasses though. But I’m not so much worried about this poser either. On to Anthony Craig. Hot damn, dude gives me hoy flashes! Sexy mother fucker! Holy crap. Can I hire him to be the new White House Chef? I mean, wrestling wise, I'mma kick his ass, but afterward, he can make me a sammich. Then, oh yeah, the crème of the top. Bobby Barratt double global champ. I mean, for now. If Supremacy wasn't happening, their'd be a new champ on AWF's show next week. Fucking hot potato mother fuckers.*Curtis sips again.*
: Diamond, coma guy, Diamond again, somebody else, and now Bobby. It's about time a true man takes that X*Crown and holds it again. You punk asses can't have nice this. Sure Bob, you "quit" that bitch, but we all know its just a power play. Contract coming up? Want more money as a double champ? Who knows, but you're going to be a moron and head back to that podunk fed with your tail between your legs. Because you're not leaving that ship with the titles. Not on my watch...*Curtis sips his cup again. Slurps it as well this time. For like, a minute. It gets kinda gross.*
: I hope I get to start, I hope I get a chance... To BANG! 'Em All!*Curtis sips again, long and slow like...*
**Fade out.
Fade in. Later that day. West Virginia.**
*Curtis is at a podium. The fans are in a tizzy.*
Crowd: BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All!
: Thank you, thank you. Now that the political stuff is out of the way... Let's talk about what you've been chanting for the last half hour, me winning the X*Crown!Crowd: (Huge pop)
: By Thor's good graces, I will BANG! 'Em All!Crowd: BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All! BANG! Em All!
: The cool guy, the frail girl, the sexy chef, the false idol, the forever number one contender, and the soon to be former champion. They're all going down. They're all getting broken in half! And you know what, to celebrate... I'm throwing the biggest fucking party on the beach and you're all invited!Crowd: (Huge pop)
: I just thought of it right now! It's gonna be huge! The best party ever! Absolutely nothing can go wrong!*Curtis gives a thumbs up.*
**Fade out. To be continued...**
