Post by Ron Gibson on Feb 25, 2010 23:39:04 GMT -6
**Dirty Deal hangs around there kind of place. Sunday NCW will come live from Memphis, southern states are always home to dirty deal. They have no issue just hanging out around local saloons or crashing trailer park parking lot parties. They usually have a good fan following around here, this is no exception.**
Ron: Yeah.... look at this.
Curtis: I hear music... when I hear music there is usually a
Russell: PARTY!!!!
Ron: Yeah... I hate to say this russell. These are the kind of people that will most likely not accept you. They probably don't even want to see your skin, it will likely frighten them. So you will have to...
Russell: I see other black folks in the party
Ron: Those are probably their slaves. You have to remember that south really hasn't forgotten and tries to live in the passed still.
Russell: They why are they dancing with white chicks?
Curtis: ....
Ron: Quit making lies.... WHAT THE HELL!!! They are...
Curtis: Not sure if we should stop.
Ron: Oh we're going to stop. There is a disgusting act going on here. Unless that man is wearing full body black pant.... he is violating the law against nature. Get his filthy black hands off that woman.
**The dirty deal mobile locker room pulls over. Ron busts out and starts yelling. People stare... people get frighten, people get mad.**
Ron: WHAT IS THIS ****?!?!?! A black man and white woman? ARGHHHH!!!!!!
Russell: I think it's quite beautiful actually.
Ron: ARGGHHHH!!!!!
Curtis: I think you should shut your mouth. Ron is already pissed and if you want your head in the microwave with tinfoil wrapped around it. I suppose you be quiet.... now....
Russell: Just sayin'
Ron: WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE ALLOWING HERE?!?!? Do you understand what kind of deformities the kid will have? HE WILL BE BLACK!!!!
**Random people shout.**
"Who the hell you think you are mister?"
"BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL"
"I think you better get back on your bus and high tail your ass out of here."
Ron: What is the matter with you people? This is a crime against god. You understand hes crying right now. You understand he's balling in pain? God.
"We don't take kindly to racists down here. You get on your bus before we blow your blows off, mister."
Curtis: Hmm.....
"You take your girlfriend with his long stringy black hair and get out of here pronto."
**Ron looks around, he sees a mixed race family tossing the football around. He sees black kids playing with white kids. He sees an asian doing math, he seems to have a black father and white mother. Ron is at a loss for words. He's about to snap, a society that is so wrong. A society that seems to have flipped over and gone against what is true southern. He gets in the mobile locker room. Helms the steering wheel.**
Curtis: What are you doing?
Ron: We can't have the world seeing this. We can't have other southern states witnessing this. We have to cut it off at the root right now.
Russell: Are you talking about mass murdering them all?
Curtis: ....
Ron: Why is it your race ultimately turns to murder first? I'm going to ruin the party. Cause mass hysteria. You're going to do it... it will make them understand that black is not beautiful. It's a mistake by god... a small deformity from a long night of drinking and popping pills.
Russell: ....
Ron: Do it. Ruin the party.
Russell: They all look nice though. Happy and gay. It would be...
Ron: I won't hit you for a week.
Russell: Done.
**Russell takes the steering wheel and begins driving through the party. He nearly hits children but accomplishes running over the food source. It's like a slaughter, ribs are all over the place. Black men are their knees crying. People take notice of a black man driving. Russell then goes for the booze source. A few guys are standing their talking about golf. Taking swings and such.... when Russell nearly runs them over and destroys their booze. In the process, he runs over their golf clubs. The white guy notices it's a black man driving aswell.**
Ron: Yes... yes.... YES!!! Fight.
**As we see in the background, a commotion is going on. White guys are comforting them and exchanging words.**
Ron: FIGHT!!!!!! Kill the dark man. It was his brother from another mother that did this.
Curtis: What the hell are they doing?
Russell: Aww... they're hugging it out. Probably happy no one got hurt.
Curtis: Why is their an angry mob coming at us?
Russell: Pitchforks and machete's.
Curtis: I think it's time.... we... go....
Ron: I can't believe this. They're hugging. WHAT THE ****?!?!?!!?
Curtis: Since we have a hole in this trailer still. I think we better...
Ron: Russell... STEP ON IT!!! Get us out of here.
Russell: Aye... Aye... Captain.
**The angry crowd seems to disappear in the mirror. Ron is now calm but pissed. Curtis seems content.**
Curtis: So why did the chicken cross the road?
Ron: I don't know...
Curtis: So the black man wouldn't eat him.
Ron: .....HAHAHAHAHA
Russell: That isn't funny.
Ron: You know what curtis. We have been great champions and we will continue to do this. See people you may have thought we were screwed tonight but we got away. We're survivors. Things will be no different sunday night against motor city mafia and bad... bad... BAD COMPANY!!!!!
Curtis: I knew ncw was at a lose for tag teams but since when do they go out and sign rockbands from the 70's to compete with us.
Ron: It be different it was a good rockband but they ****ing blew. I can see them being the same types to mingle with black folks.
Curtis: Wait... I thought joe everyman and fergus callaghan were in this match?
Russell: Bad Company is Joe Everyman and Fergus Callaghan
Curtis: oooooh
Ron: I didn't even know joe was that old and he was in the band. The other guy maybe.... but joe? I can't see the guy taking that many tours and all. He's the kind of guy that will back out of a commitment.
Curtis: Though if he's taking the money and running.... that's not a bad thing.
Russell: It's not the rockband. Do you guys pay attention?
Ron: You see... surrounding us is this bubble. Anything that is outside the bubble we don't pay attention too. Our families may be miles and miles away but they're trusted parties. People like joe everyman and fergus callaghan are not. Thus.... we don't care. If they're an actual tag team in the company good for them. If they're the rockband from the 70's... even better. I just doubt anyone at this point can take us out. Have they ever heard the term veteran team? Yeah... that's us. We've been doing this long enough, that we can take one look at the competition and know we have it.
Curtis: We know how long the match will last to the very second. We know who will get pinned and how.
Ron: Curtis it's such a vicious spear I might add. From the looks of it, I think you end up shattering joe everyman's abdomen. Which quite frankly you haven't done before.
Curtis: Thanks. I know my wife is happy. I told her the news and she's like.... blah blah blah baby is coming soon. So you can tell she's excited.
Ron: silly women... thinking blah blah blah makes a complete sentence. Atleast she tries to do such a thing. Motor City Mafia is sitting at home wishing they could get impregnated with babies to get out of another beating. Last time it was a brawl to win it all this time it's just a triple threat. They couldn't defeat us with frying pans and car windows. I doubt actual wrestling is going to accomplish this feat.
Curtis: Just like our friend jay.
Ron: ....
Curtis: You know... the guy with eight chins who got what was coming to him?
Ron: Ah yes....
Curtis: He thought he could simply defeat coco by taking his show from under him. A simple mistake by us, were in his studio and BLAMO! We shave 8 inches off that chin.
Ron: How is this similar?
Curtis: He sucks no matter what hour he's on. Same thing with motor city mafia, no matter what match we will dominate. We could come out on our knees with broken elbows.... domination is still the future for them.
Ron: Where does this go from here? We beat three teams at once. We will beat two teams at once. I think they know we dominate just one team on a regular basis. Where does this go from here on out? I have an idea... I think ncw should start intergender tag teams. I think at this point, we will have better matches and challenges against some of that fine female tail. You don't even need to tag team.... I can just... play with them.
Russell: You sick....
Curtis: Watch your tongue.
Ron: Hey!!! I'm making a suggestion. Helping ncw create some buzz and this would do just that. They tried throwing the "best" at us at crossroads, I think next month they should throw four breasts at us instead. Needless to say, it would defintely be a step up in competition.
Curtis: I agree. Female shouldn't be force to stay within their own. Lesbian acts in the ring is cool once in awhile but then it just gets boring. Just like us... beating the same guys over and over again.
Ron: But it sure is fun. The same team failing over and over again. The same look of disappointment in their eyes. Tears... in their eyes and in the seams of the team. It's worth it. Oh boy is it worth it.
**Ron looks out in the open road. Nodding his head in approval, as russell digs in his nose. Ron looks at him in disgust, as he wipes it on the window of the mobile locker room. He calls on curtis who smacks him. Ron continues looking down the open road, as a pickup of crazed mixed race rednecks gain on their tail. We fade out....**
Ron: Yeah.... look at this.
Curtis: I hear music... when I hear music there is usually a
Russell: PARTY!!!!
Ron: Yeah... I hate to say this russell. These are the kind of people that will most likely not accept you. They probably don't even want to see your skin, it will likely frighten them. So you will have to...
Russell: I see other black folks in the party
Ron: Those are probably their slaves. You have to remember that south really hasn't forgotten and tries to live in the passed still.
Russell: They why are they dancing with white chicks?
Curtis: ....
Ron: Quit making lies.... WHAT THE HELL!!! They are...
Curtis: Not sure if we should stop.
Ron: Oh we're going to stop. There is a disgusting act going on here. Unless that man is wearing full body black pant.... he is violating the law against nature. Get his filthy black hands off that woman.
**The dirty deal mobile locker room pulls over. Ron busts out and starts yelling. People stare... people get frighten, people get mad.**
Ron: WHAT IS THIS ****?!?!?! A black man and white woman? ARGHHHH!!!!!!
Russell: I think it's quite beautiful actually.
Ron: ARGGHHHH!!!!!
Curtis: I think you should shut your mouth. Ron is already pissed and if you want your head in the microwave with tinfoil wrapped around it. I suppose you be quiet.... now....
Russell: Just sayin'
Ron: WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE ALLOWING HERE?!?!? Do you understand what kind of deformities the kid will have? HE WILL BE BLACK!!!!
**Random people shout.**
"Who the hell you think you are mister?"
"BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL"
"I think you better get back on your bus and high tail your ass out of here."
Ron: What is the matter with you people? This is a crime against god. You understand hes crying right now. You understand he's balling in pain? God.
"We don't take kindly to racists down here. You get on your bus before we blow your blows off, mister."
Curtis: Hmm.....
"You take your girlfriend with his long stringy black hair and get out of here pronto."
**Ron looks around, he sees a mixed race family tossing the football around. He sees black kids playing with white kids. He sees an asian doing math, he seems to have a black father and white mother. Ron is at a loss for words. He's about to snap, a society that is so wrong. A society that seems to have flipped over and gone against what is true southern. He gets in the mobile locker room. Helms the steering wheel.**
Curtis: What are you doing?
Ron: We can't have the world seeing this. We can't have other southern states witnessing this. We have to cut it off at the root right now.
Russell: Are you talking about mass murdering them all?
Curtis: ....
Ron: Why is it your race ultimately turns to murder first? I'm going to ruin the party. Cause mass hysteria. You're going to do it... it will make them understand that black is not beautiful. It's a mistake by god... a small deformity from a long night of drinking and popping pills.
Russell: ....
Ron: Do it. Ruin the party.
Russell: They all look nice though. Happy and gay. It would be...
Ron: I won't hit you for a week.
Russell: Done.
**Russell takes the steering wheel and begins driving through the party. He nearly hits children but accomplishes running over the food source. It's like a slaughter, ribs are all over the place. Black men are their knees crying. People take notice of a black man driving. Russell then goes for the booze source. A few guys are standing their talking about golf. Taking swings and such.... when Russell nearly runs them over and destroys their booze. In the process, he runs over their golf clubs. The white guy notices it's a black man driving aswell.**
Ron: Yes... yes.... YES!!! Fight.
**As we see in the background, a commotion is going on. White guys are comforting them and exchanging words.**
Ron: FIGHT!!!!!! Kill the dark man. It was his brother from another mother that did this.
Curtis: What the hell are they doing?
Russell: Aww... they're hugging it out. Probably happy no one got hurt.
Curtis: Why is their an angry mob coming at us?
Russell: Pitchforks and machete's.
Curtis: I think it's time.... we... go....
Ron: I can't believe this. They're hugging. WHAT THE ****?!?!?!!?
Curtis: Since we have a hole in this trailer still. I think we better...
Ron: Russell... STEP ON IT!!! Get us out of here.
Russell: Aye... Aye... Captain.
**The angry crowd seems to disappear in the mirror. Ron is now calm but pissed. Curtis seems content.**
Curtis: So why did the chicken cross the road?
Ron: I don't know...
Curtis: So the black man wouldn't eat him.
Ron: .....HAHAHAHAHA
Russell: That isn't funny.
Ron: You know what curtis. We have been great champions and we will continue to do this. See people you may have thought we were screwed tonight but we got away. We're survivors. Things will be no different sunday night against motor city mafia and bad... bad... BAD COMPANY!!!!!
Curtis: I knew ncw was at a lose for tag teams but since when do they go out and sign rockbands from the 70's to compete with us.
Ron: It be different it was a good rockband but they ****ing blew. I can see them being the same types to mingle with black folks.
Curtis: Wait... I thought joe everyman and fergus callaghan were in this match?
Russell: Bad Company is Joe Everyman and Fergus Callaghan
Curtis: oooooh
Ron: I didn't even know joe was that old and he was in the band. The other guy maybe.... but joe? I can't see the guy taking that many tours and all. He's the kind of guy that will back out of a commitment.
Curtis: Though if he's taking the money and running.... that's not a bad thing.
Russell: It's not the rockband. Do you guys pay attention?
Ron: You see... surrounding us is this bubble. Anything that is outside the bubble we don't pay attention too. Our families may be miles and miles away but they're trusted parties. People like joe everyman and fergus callaghan are not. Thus.... we don't care. If they're an actual tag team in the company good for them. If they're the rockband from the 70's... even better. I just doubt anyone at this point can take us out. Have they ever heard the term veteran team? Yeah... that's us. We've been doing this long enough, that we can take one look at the competition and know we have it.
Curtis: We know how long the match will last to the very second. We know who will get pinned and how.
Ron: Curtis it's such a vicious spear I might add. From the looks of it, I think you end up shattering joe everyman's abdomen. Which quite frankly you haven't done before.
Curtis: Thanks. I know my wife is happy. I told her the news and she's like.... blah blah blah baby is coming soon. So you can tell she's excited.
Ron: silly women... thinking blah blah blah makes a complete sentence. Atleast she tries to do such a thing. Motor City Mafia is sitting at home wishing they could get impregnated with babies to get out of another beating. Last time it was a brawl to win it all this time it's just a triple threat. They couldn't defeat us with frying pans and car windows. I doubt actual wrestling is going to accomplish this feat.
Curtis: Just like our friend jay.
Ron: ....
Curtis: You know... the guy with eight chins who got what was coming to him?
Ron: Ah yes....
Curtis: He thought he could simply defeat coco by taking his show from under him. A simple mistake by us, were in his studio and BLAMO! We shave 8 inches off that chin.
Ron: How is this similar?
Curtis: He sucks no matter what hour he's on. Same thing with motor city mafia, no matter what match we will dominate. We could come out on our knees with broken elbows.... domination is still the future for them.
Ron: Where does this go from here? We beat three teams at once. We will beat two teams at once. I think they know we dominate just one team on a regular basis. Where does this go from here on out? I have an idea... I think ncw should start intergender tag teams. I think at this point, we will have better matches and challenges against some of that fine female tail. You don't even need to tag team.... I can just... play with them.
Russell: You sick....
Curtis: Watch your tongue.
Ron: Hey!!! I'm making a suggestion. Helping ncw create some buzz and this would do just that. They tried throwing the "best" at us at crossroads, I think next month they should throw four breasts at us instead. Needless to say, it would defintely be a step up in competition.
Curtis: I agree. Female shouldn't be force to stay within their own. Lesbian acts in the ring is cool once in awhile but then it just gets boring. Just like us... beating the same guys over and over again.
Ron: But it sure is fun. The same team failing over and over again. The same look of disappointment in their eyes. Tears... in their eyes and in the seams of the team. It's worth it. Oh boy is it worth it.
**Ron looks out in the open road. Nodding his head in approval, as russell digs in his nose. Ron looks at him in disgust, as he wipes it on the window of the mobile locker room. He calls on curtis who smacks him. Ron continues looking down the open road, as a pickup of crazed mixed race rednecks gain on their tail. We fade out....**