Post by Gib on Nov 21, 2009 6:08:05 GMT -6
Tell me it isn’t so.
The biggest challenge of the worthless piles of nothing they call careers and they are standing around wearing nothing but their championship belts to cover up.
Note to self, bring some antibacterial spray to put on the titles before accepting them from the timekeeper after winning them. I wouldn’t want to catch whatever Gibson got from cornpiping Kanyon.
To think the only things you have to say, to reflect on are the very brief moments where you had a chance of dominance, the few moments where your opponents have shown momentary seconds of weakness. And once again after hearing you speak, after seeing that what we see on the outside of your two beings is really and truly exactly what you are.
I act stupid, I play it up and it is all part of a strategy to try and take my opponents out of their game, I have admitted this for years and yet it still works. I show points of suspected idiocy and weakness and my opponents still to this day believe it. They think I am feeble, past my prime middle aged and mentally retarded.
But you two, there is no act is there, there are no games. You two really and truly are complete and total idiots. And the two of you have soiled the sanctity of this great federation for the final time. Sure, the jesters have ruled the court, but now two true kings have arrived to claim the thrown, and we will take the throne by force. There is no other option, this story doesn’t have any possible ending other then the two kings reclaiming the thrones for the people, for the people who have followed them and have forgiven them for the previous deed.
Because that is truly what it is all about.
Adam and I, we haven’t always been the best of people. We haven’t always been good. I was a raging maniac for nearly a year, I did horrible things to people, I hurt not only wrestlers but I also hurt their families and their fans. I hear about this and I think about this almost constantly.
Yet Dirty Deal, you throw it around like I don’t already know it. Yeah, I was homeless and like a couple of 6th grade bullies you continue talking about it. The major problem you face is that the guy you are trying to bully is no small boy, is no weakling without a spine. The person you jest is the most physically strong person in this place, the person you mock is a man that will likely take the dreaded lariat across the chest and smile after receiving it.
The man you are facing is one that can incapacitate either one of you in the most minor fraction of a second, with a simply movement. It is sad to think that your powerful lariat has caused no fear, no lost sleep for as long as you have used it. But my simple right hand has gone down as one of the most deadly and debilitating moves this federation has ever watched.
A move that when done by most people is considered the norm… When performed by me requires EMTS.
So, mock away. Poke fun, pretend you hold no fear.
Build yourself up on a pedestal
Because the higher the build yourself, the more powerful you think you are the more miraculous you talk over your obvious winning then the longer that fall from grace will be and the more damage that fall will cause to your career.
And hopefully, for the benefit of everyone, the closer the two of you will be to hanging up the boots, and not making us sit through your befuddled speech and moronic attempts at puns anymore.
(Scene opens, Gib’s ass shows through some sheets in a hotel room you don’t recognize. A woman sits in a chair, fixing stockings an attractive woman; certainly not model hot but definitely above average. She looks to be in her mid to late 30’s)
(The sheets begin to move and rustling from underneath is your hero, the man that crashed his buddies honeymoon. He stands up and instantly a blur covers his manly area, apparently Ron Gibson isn’t the only person who can hand their junk out on national television. He looks to the left and right as if expecting some scary discovery, some hideous beast with little to no sensual desire to have taken up resident in his room, he looks at the woman and smiles)
Gib: Why, I didn’t expect you to be this hot this morning.
(The woman blushes)
Woman: I didn’t realize you were so big.
(Gib smiles and lifts his leg onto the bed in an apparent Captain Morgan pose the woman laughs)
Woman: Not that way, I just mean you’re a huge guy…
(He blushes and quickly picks up a sheet to cover himself… The uncomfortable laughter continues)
Woman: So about last night…
Gib: Yeah, about that…
(a silence follows, a fleeting moment where you think something may evolve, something may happen and a look of hope crosses Gib’s face, until she speaks moments later)
Woman: Well, let’s not drag this on any further, had fun… Blah, Blah, Blah, call me… you know the normal speech followed by the not calling…
(Gib lowers his head)
Gib: Can I get your number?
(Her face is covered by shock)
Woman: Seriously, I know your type. Big famous guy, yadda yadda, we all have a role in these things. You don’t have to ask for that I am a big girl and I know how these things work.
Gib: But I seriously had a good time, like, I wouldn’t mind doing it again, and again, and again, and then maybe eat some fried chicken but then like do it again.
(she laughs, extending her hand)
Woman: My name is Ione.
Gib: Nice to meet you I am…
(She interrupts)
Ione: Gib, I know. I have watched you on TV, my ex husband had a bit of a man crush on you, wanted to live his life like you did a few years ago.
Gib: Heh, and to think I probably would have rather had his life.
Ione: I told him the grass is always greener, and he decided to test that theory.
Gib: Well, it was his loss…
(you can’t believe the seriousness in this promo)
Ione: Well, I will get…
Gib: Hey, do you want to go to breakfast?
(She is taken aback, she doesn’t respond obviously not expecting this type of situation)
Ione: Uhhh… Sure.
Gib: Great, we can go and meet up with my friends, they are on their honeymoon.
Ione: And why are you here?
Gib: Because I don’t like being without them, and I was really bored.
Ione: So they were ok with you tagging along?
Gib: Well, I just kind of showed up.
Ione: That’s there gain, you seem fun enough.
Gib: You know that from last night.
Ione: Actually, I am going to be honest I was so drunk that I barely remember anything about it.
Gib: Yeah, me either…
(She walks over kissing Gib on the cheek)
Ione: I will meet you down there ok?
Gib: Yeah, just go sit with Adam Knite and Kelly Fox… Tell them you are with me
Ione: Seriously? Adam Knite? Are you kidding I thought you guys hated each other.
Gib: Times change, and people change.
(she smiles, giving him another kiss as she leaves the room, Gib puts his slacks on and the scene fades)
(Moments later the scene opens again and Gib arrives at a table sitting both Kelly, Adam and Ione, Kelly and Ione are deep in conversation and Adam looks at Gib with a half smile, Gib who has gone unnoticed from the eye of Kelly speaks loudly)
Gib: Kelly, how was that full body massage last night? I know you loved it.
Kelly: Actually, it was great. Once I close my eyes and think it isn’t you rubbing your hands all over my body I love it.
Gib: For some reason Adam tried to maintain eye contact the entire time…
(Adam throws a punch at Gib’s arm and replies)
Adam: Fag…
(Gib reaches over grabbing a pancake off Kelly’s plate and ramming it into his mouth Kelly just laughs, Adam starts conversation with Gib)
Adam: So, are you leaving today man?
Gib: Hells no man, I am sticking it out here…
(he gets close and whispers in Adam’s ear)
Gib: You should see what this girl can do with a pitching wedge, some ice cubes and a deep fryer.
(Adam starts laughing uncontrollably until he gets an elbow from Kelly he stifles his laughter immediately)
Gib: Bitch….
Adam: **** off…. Dude, seriously you have to leave. This isn’t going to work, this is my honeymoon for Christ’s sake.
(Kelly looks towards Adam and Gib and she smiles, then addresses the two of them)
Kelly: Well, your quarrel is going to have to wait because I have invited my friend Ione here to scuba dive with us today.
Adam: But that means….
Kelly: Yes, Gib is invited as well.
(In one motion Gib pushes his chair back jumping in the air and pumping his fist)
Gib: **** yeah mother ****er!
(Adam shakes his head as Kelly whispers to him)
Kelly: He did fly all this way…
(Gib grabs Ione around the waist and lifts her carrying her outside)
Adam: Wow she is cool.
Kelly: I know right? I wonder how long she will put up with Gib…
Adam: Let’s hope until this weekend, if he gets pissed even though I hate them I will feel bad for those two.
Kelly: Well, shall we scuba Mr. Knite?
Adam: We shall Mrs. Knite.
(She loops her arm through his as they follow Gib, who is kicking empty chairs over clearing the way for his princess as the scene fades)
The biggest challenge of the worthless piles of nothing they call careers and they are standing around wearing nothing but their championship belts to cover up.
Note to self, bring some antibacterial spray to put on the titles before accepting them from the timekeeper after winning them. I wouldn’t want to catch whatever Gibson got from cornpiping Kanyon.
To think the only things you have to say, to reflect on are the very brief moments where you had a chance of dominance, the few moments where your opponents have shown momentary seconds of weakness. And once again after hearing you speak, after seeing that what we see on the outside of your two beings is really and truly exactly what you are.
I act stupid, I play it up and it is all part of a strategy to try and take my opponents out of their game, I have admitted this for years and yet it still works. I show points of suspected idiocy and weakness and my opponents still to this day believe it. They think I am feeble, past my prime middle aged and mentally retarded.
But you two, there is no act is there, there are no games. You two really and truly are complete and total idiots. And the two of you have soiled the sanctity of this great federation for the final time. Sure, the jesters have ruled the court, but now two true kings have arrived to claim the thrown, and we will take the throne by force. There is no other option, this story doesn’t have any possible ending other then the two kings reclaiming the thrones for the people, for the people who have followed them and have forgiven them for the previous deed.
Because that is truly what it is all about.
Adam and I, we haven’t always been the best of people. We haven’t always been good. I was a raging maniac for nearly a year, I did horrible things to people, I hurt not only wrestlers but I also hurt their families and their fans. I hear about this and I think about this almost constantly.
Yet Dirty Deal, you throw it around like I don’t already know it. Yeah, I was homeless and like a couple of 6th grade bullies you continue talking about it. The major problem you face is that the guy you are trying to bully is no small boy, is no weakling without a spine. The person you jest is the most physically strong person in this place, the person you mock is a man that will likely take the dreaded lariat across the chest and smile after receiving it.
The man you are facing is one that can incapacitate either one of you in the most minor fraction of a second, with a simply movement. It is sad to think that your powerful lariat has caused no fear, no lost sleep for as long as you have used it. But my simple right hand has gone down as one of the most deadly and debilitating moves this federation has ever watched.
A move that when done by most people is considered the norm… When performed by me requires EMTS.
So, mock away. Poke fun, pretend you hold no fear.
Build yourself up on a pedestal
Because the higher the build yourself, the more powerful you think you are the more miraculous you talk over your obvious winning then the longer that fall from grace will be and the more damage that fall will cause to your career.
And hopefully, for the benefit of everyone, the closer the two of you will be to hanging up the boots, and not making us sit through your befuddled speech and moronic attempts at puns anymore.
(Scene opens, Gib’s ass shows through some sheets in a hotel room you don’t recognize. A woman sits in a chair, fixing stockings an attractive woman; certainly not model hot but definitely above average. She looks to be in her mid to late 30’s)
(The sheets begin to move and rustling from underneath is your hero, the man that crashed his buddies honeymoon. He stands up and instantly a blur covers his manly area, apparently Ron Gibson isn’t the only person who can hand their junk out on national television. He looks to the left and right as if expecting some scary discovery, some hideous beast with little to no sensual desire to have taken up resident in his room, he looks at the woman and smiles)
Gib: Why, I didn’t expect you to be this hot this morning.
(The woman blushes)
Woman: I didn’t realize you were so big.
(Gib smiles and lifts his leg onto the bed in an apparent Captain Morgan pose the woman laughs)
Woman: Not that way, I just mean you’re a huge guy…
(He blushes and quickly picks up a sheet to cover himself… The uncomfortable laughter continues)
Woman: So about last night…
Gib: Yeah, about that…
(a silence follows, a fleeting moment where you think something may evolve, something may happen and a look of hope crosses Gib’s face, until she speaks moments later)
Woman: Well, let’s not drag this on any further, had fun… Blah, Blah, Blah, call me… you know the normal speech followed by the not calling…
(Gib lowers his head)
Gib: Can I get your number?
(Her face is covered by shock)
Woman: Seriously, I know your type. Big famous guy, yadda yadda, we all have a role in these things. You don’t have to ask for that I am a big girl and I know how these things work.
Gib: But I seriously had a good time, like, I wouldn’t mind doing it again, and again, and again, and then maybe eat some fried chicken but then like do it again.
(she laughs, extending her hand)
Woman: My name is Ione.
Gib: Nice to meet you I am…
(She interrupts)
Ione: Gib, I know. I have watched you on TV, my ex husband had a bit of a man crush on you, wanted to live his life like you did a few years ago.
Gib: Heh, and to think I probably would have rather had his life.
Ione: I told him the grass is always greener, and he decided to test that theory.
Gib: Well, it was his loss…
(you can’t believe the seriousness in this promo)
Ione: Well, I will get…
Gib: Hey, do you want to go to breakfast?
(She is taken aback, she doesn’t respond obviously not expecting this type of situation)
Ione: Uhhh… Sure.
Gib: Great, we can go and meet up with my friends, they are on their honeymoon.
Ione: And why are you here?
Gib: Because I don’t like being without them, and I was really bored.
Ione: So they were ok with you tagging along?
Gib: Well, I just kind of showed up.
Ione: That’s there gain, you seem fun enough.
Gib: You know that from last night.
Ione: Actually, I am going to be honest I was so drunk that I barely remember anything about it.
Gib: Yeah, me either…
(She walks over kissing Gib on the cheek)
Ione: I will meet you down there ok?
Gib: Yeah, just go sit with Adam Knite and Kelly Fox… Tell them you are with me
Ione: Seriously? Adam Knite? Are you kidding I thought you guys hated each other.
Gib: Times change, and people change.
(she smiles, giving him another kiss as she leaves the room, Gib puts his slacks on and the scene fades)
(Moments later the scene opens again and Gib arrives at a table sitting both Kelly, Adam and Ione, Kelly and Ione are deep in conversation and Adam looks at Gib with a half smile, Gib who has gone unnoticed from the eye of Kelly speaks loudly)
Gib: Kelly, how was that full body massage last night? I know you loved it.
Kelly: Actually, it was great. Once I close my eyes and think it isn’t you rubbing your hands all over my body I love it.
Gib: For some reason Adam tried to maintain eye contact the entire time…
(Adam throws a punch at Gib’s arm and replies)
Adam: Fag…
(Gib reaches over grabbing a pancake off Kelly’s plate and ramming it into his mouth Kelly just laughs, Adam starts conversation with Gib)
Adam: So, are you leaving today man?
Gib: Hells no man, I am sticking it out here…
(he gets close and whispers in Adam’s ear)
Gib: You should see what this girl can do with a pitching wedge, some ice cubes and a deep fryer.
(Adam starts laughing uncontrollably until he gets an elbow from Kelly he stifles his laughter immediately)
Gib: Bitch….
Adam: **** off…. Dude, seriously you have to leave. This isn’t going to work, this is my honeymoon for Christ’s sake.
(Kelly looks towards Adam and Gib and she smiles, then addresses the two of them)
Kelly: Well, your quarrel is going to have to wait because I have invited my friend Ione here to scuba dive with us today.
Adam: But that means….
Kelly: Yes, Gib is invited as well.
(In one motion Gib pushes his chair back jumping in the air and pumping his fist)
Gib: **** yeah mother ****er!
(Adam shakes his head as Kelly whispers to him)
Kelly: He did fly all this way…
(Gib grabs Ione around the waist and lifts her carrying her outside)
Adam: Wow she is cool.
Kelly: I know right? I wonder how long she will put up with Gib…
Adam: Let’s hope until this weekend, if he gets pissed even though I hate them I will feel bad for those two.
Kelly: Well, shall we scuba Mr. Knite?
Adam: We shall Mrs. Knite.
(She loops her arm through his as they follow Gib, who is kicking empty chairs over clearing the way for his princess as the scene fades)
