Post by Ron Gibson on Jan 28, 2010 13:18:26 GMT -6
**For once, Dirty Deal is out of the trailer and into the booth. The production truck that is. We zoom passed what we hope is unconscious bodies and not dead. Ron and Curtis are shown sitting with there barefeet all over the control panel. Ron uses his dirty toes to continually play the footage over and over again. Curtis eating popcorn throws it up in the air, excited everytime he sees what he sees.**
Ron: I have never been so excited over a loss before. Clearly we could have won that match. We have everything going for us but after winning that reward. We decided to not be greedy. Well you decided to not be greedy.
Curtis: I proved why these guys don't deserve ****. They can't win, we're one step ahead. Always remembering the past.
Ron: That had to be one of the dirtiest tactics I have ever seen. I mean smacking that bitch kelly was one thing. But giving an inferior team with company rejects a victory... dirty. You soiled and spoiled them forever, curtis. Then again.... they need it. We don't. We **** out success on a daily basis, they're basically constipated. They sit on the toilet.... push... push.... push.... Pain is all that comes about this. We don't need to worry about them. We need to worry about the mafia. Not really worry or focus. Not really sure what we need to do.
Curtis: Show up?
Ron: Show up. Good. That is a great idea. If we show up, this is where the downfall happens. Where the right pieces move into place. You guys realize your momma's were whores, that even when they double teamed two guys in the middle of a bar. They lost.... they passed the unlucky gene onto you. They got knocked up, you got knocked the **** out by dirty deal. You got robbed of something that doesn't belong to you in the first place. We are here to stay as champions, we aren't allowing two guys from "detroilet" steal what we earned... TWICE!
Curtis: That's what people forget. They have lived through two masterful dirty deal title reigns so far.
Ron: This time we need to beat our previously record before losing the belts. Then win them again.... beat that reigning streak. You get the idea. Sunday is nothing more than a golden opportunity for us to kick ass again.
**Curtis throws popcorn in the air.**
Curtis: You see it. Look at the expression on my face. You can literally see me say, "**** it." Then Matthews will **** his pants right about....
Ron: THERE!!! Look.... We're dirty and all but going around ****ting in your pants is just nasty. Matthews is a grown man, yet he can't handle being screwed over. So he ****s himself in the middle of the ring? GROW THE **** UP! What are you going to do sunday night. When we do the rumba around the arena. Thrashing and slashing away years of your wrestling career. Taking you from adulthood back to puberty. Basically popping your mommas titty back in your mouth, having her tell you it will be okay. Having her tell you... it will be ok.
Curtis: Bitch be lying.
Ron: Damn right. You have proved nothing to us. You know how to screw us over. This is true. You know how to win a contender match. But you don't know how to win these belts. You never will because falls count anywhere. Every chance we get, we will pin you in the most socially awkward places.
Curtis: Inside the popcorn machine.
Ron: Outside the ladies room.
Curtis: Inside the ladies room.
Ron: Inside a lady.....
Curtis: ......Oh I get it now. In the stands, on top of a fat pregnant couple.
Ron: Inside your preggo wife.
Curtis: HEY!!!! Watch it there....
Ron: My fault.
Curtis: Down the street, at Fatties Strip joint. In a dish of some fat strippers barbeque buffalo wings.
Ron: HEY!!! Watch it there.... Wasting buffalo wings is nothing to joke about.
Curtis: My fault.
**Ron rubs dirt and mud all over the controls. Sparks begin to fly and adam knites speech begins to play.**
Ron: OK you guys get the point...
Curtis: What is this?
Ron: Ah.... make it stop.
Curtis: Pound on the controls....
Ron: It's not working.
Curtis: Break all the tv's.....
Ron: There is too many. Start with this one.
**Ron smashes the camera behind him. Which is ofcourse recording this promo. We hear screaming... little kids, young woman, and cats screeching. The feed cuts out.**
Curtis:
Ron: I have never been so excited over a loss before. Clearly we could have won that match. We have everything going for us but after winning that reward. We decided to not be greedy. Well you decided to not be greedy.
Curtis: I proved why these guys don't deserve ****. They can't win, we're one step ahead. Always remembering the past.
Ron: That had to be one of the dirtiest tactics I have ever seen. I mean smacking that bitch kelly was one thing. But giving an inferior team with company rejects a victory... dirty. You soiled and spoiled them forever, curtis. Then again.... they need it. We don't. We **** out success on a daily basis, they're basically constipated. They sit on the toilet.... push... push.... push.... Pain is all that comes about this. We don't need to worry about them. We need to worry about the mafia. Not really worry or focus. Not really sure what we need to do.
Curtis: Show up?
Ron: Show up. Good. That is a great idea. If we show up, this is where the downfall happens. Where the right pieces move into place. You guys realize your momma's were whores, that even when they double teamed two guys in the middle of a bar. They lost.... they passed the unlucky gene onto you. They got knocked up, you got knocked the **** out by dirty deal. You got robbed of something that doesn't belong to you in the first place. We are here to stay as champions, we aren't allowing two guys from "detroilet" steal what we earned... TWICE!
Curtis: That's what people forget. They have lived through two masterful dirty deal title reigns so far.
Ron: This time we need to beat our previously record before losing the belts. Then win them again.... beat that reigning streak. You get the idea. Sunday is nothing more than a golden opportunity for us to kick ass again.
**Curtis throws popcorn in the air.**
Curtis: You see it. Look at the expression on my face. You can literally see me say, "**** it." Then Matthews will **** his pants right about....
Ron: THERE!!! Look.... We're dirty and all but going around ****ting in your pants is just nasty. Matthews is a grown man, yet he can't handle being screwed over. So he ****s himself in the middle of the ring? GROW THE **** UP! What are you going to do sunday night. When we do the rumba around the arena. Thrashing and slashing away years of your wrestling career. Taking you from adulthood back to puberty. Basically popping your mommas titty back in your mouth, having her tell you it will be okay. Having her tell you... it will be ok.
Curtis: Bitch be lying.
Ron: Damn right. You have proved nothing to us. You know how to screw us over. This is true. You know how to win a contender match. But you don't know how to win these belts. You never will because falls count anywhere. Every chance we get, we will pin you in the most socially awkward places.
Curtis: Inside the popcorn machine.
Ron: Outside the ladies room.
Curtis: Inside the ladies room.
Ron: Inside a lady.....
Curtis: ......Oh I get it now. In the stands, on top of a fat pregnant couple.
Ron: Inside your preggo wife.
Curtis: HEY!!!! Watch it there....
Ron: My fault.
Curtis: Down the street, at Fatties Strip joint. In a dish of some fat strippers barbeque buffalo wings.
Ron: HEY!!! Watch it there.... Wasting buffalo wings is nothing to joke about.
Curtis: My fault.
**Ron rubs dirt and mud all over the controls. Sparks begin to fly and adam knites speech begins to play.**
Ron: OK you guys get the point...
Curtis: What is this?
Ron: Ah.... make it stop.
Curtis: Pound on the controls....
Ron: It's not working.
Curtis: Break all the tv's.....
Ron: There is too many. Start with this one.
**Ron smashes the camera behind him. Which is ofcourse recording this promo. We hear screaming... little kids, young woman, and cats screeching. The feed cuts out.**
Curtis: