Post by Ron Gibson on Mar 25, 2010 20:15:56 GMT -6
**NO DIRTY, NO DEAL. Dirty Deal is in deep south florida, just where NCW plans to be running the ppv this sunday. Ron places that sign on all the doors and drapes yellow caution tape around the building.... the entire building.... The phrase that has swept america, it's being used and abused by just about everyone today. But we are at the origin right now, dirty deal seems like they don't want anyone wrestling this sunday night.**
Ron: There... that should do it. No more of this bull****. We don't have to worry about number one contenders being crowned because there is no way they can get in the building.
Russell: Haven't number one contenders been crowned already.....
Ron: NO!!! There were no contenders crowned. I would have noticed it, so would curtis.
Curtis: But there was number one contenders crowned. Infact, they're taking on the motor city mafia this sunday.
Ron: They... were taking them on. But I have taken care of it. Magically.
**Russell looks at ron. He walks over to the door and pushes it in. The door opens out instead of in. He looks in the direction of ron gibson who just stares in disgust.**
Ron: You couldn't help yourself. You just had to go about breaking into the arena and steal something. Chairs.... popcorn at the concession stand.... beer....
Russell: I merely revealed the flaw in your system. The door opens in... so anyone could still get in. Plus, this caution tape really isn't secure. Anyone could just tear it down with their barehands.
Ron: .....Bull. It says caution.... any halfwit re-tard knows not to touch or enter any place that says caution. They would be putting their life at risk. The plan is perfect, hence the PPV will be called off and we can go about doing other important things.
Curtis: Don't we have a match?
Ron: Doubtful. Like you said, if we're not in the tag team title match then what's the point. They gonna pay us to wrestle some nickle and dime opponents.
Russell: Magically Delicious.
Ron: Huh....
Curtis: Who is that?
Russell: The guys you have been losing to each week. You know... the clowns?
Ron: What about?
Russell: Payperview match against them.
Ron: Ha.... they would never be booked against us.
Curtis: I told you to stop going to those wrestling rumor sites. They just give you false hope. Remember when you read the one about "Russell Jenkins gangbang pics and video. Click here." Then you were infected with computer aids.
Ron: What an idiot. We're not facing anyone, unless we're in the world tag team title match. I don't care what ncw says or threatens to do. No Dirty, No Deal. It's as simple as that and doesn't need to be ignored. Think about it russell, what does ncw gain from us facing magically delicious? Did you see what they did to us? I know you were lurking around in the shadows. I know you were scared and peed your pants because the cops were backstage looking for a suspicious black man that was caught spying on the ncw whores.
Curtis: Wait... they through us in a dumpster. Which is used to dispose of trash. Are they saying we're trash? Are they saying we belong in the garbage?
Ron: .....Wait a second. You're on to something curtis. They were trying to embarrass us and if I didn't find over a grand in unmarked bills we probably would've realized this. They put one over on us.... we didn't see it coming. Now there here, now there not. Maybe sunday is a good thing. Maybe we deserve to get in that ring in something other than a tag team title match. They're clowns, so how hard could they actually be?
Curtis: Not to mention they did screw us over last month. Basically costing us our belts.
Ron: Yeah... they did damnit. I forgot all about this, we allowed them to get away with so much until now? Why?
**Ron begins ripping down the tape and signs. We stores them in the back of the mobile locker room. A box clearly labeled backup toilet paper. We tucks it under the seat.**
Ron: Everything is changed now. We will win the belts again, there is no doubt about that. But we need to boot these two clowns on of this company. They are not only wrecking the image of dirty deal but terrorizing the youth. They're freaks!!! Disfigured freaks!!!! We can't have freaks running about ncw scaring up our customers.
Russell: I'm not sure they're disfigured. They wear facepaint for a reason....
Ron: Because without it they couldn't scare the dickens out of charles. It's the only way to come off as "hard nosed" in this company. Unlike them, we don't rely on magic. We don't pamper our faces up with paint to make us look tough. We don't draw designs with stencils to be artistic. No... what we do in that ring is tough. We reak of tough. Yesterday I farted in russell's face, honestly it knocked him out cold. That is tough... you can't become that by making afew adjustments. You can't be artistic by scribbling on your face.... what we do. The methods we take to tear you apart...
Curtis: Modern day Picasso. It's brilliant.
Ron: Picasso was a pussy. He wishes he had the talent you had. He couldn't paint the way you could drain pain from them. It's an art. It's one of the things that make you.... you. I'm glad I have that in my corner sunday. While they just have balloons.... cotton candy... tricks.... big red noses.... their "act" as I will call it. But unless you guys have any real magic in the bag. Your hope, your desires are nothing more than an illusion. Just like when amber tells her clients they did a good job and smiles at them... AN ILLUSION!!!!
Curtis: Quit lying to yourself guys. Just lay on your back and take it like whores.
Ron: Horses?
Curtis: Whores.
Ron: Sarah Jessica Parker?
Curtis: WHORES!!!!! Not horsefaces....
Ron: ....Still don't see the difference.
Curtis: By the way, russell you just pulled community service for breaking an entering.
Russell: You're not a judge.
Curtis: But I am.
Ron: Yeah who are you to judge him, asshole darkie. Clean up the mess you made. Take all the signs and tape down. Now... no resting or water. RUN!!! DAMNIT.... RUN!!!!
**Ron pulls out a whip and snaps it at russell. We fade out before it gets offensive.**
Ron: There... that should do it. No more of this bull****. We don't have to worry about number one contenders being crowned because there is no way they can get in the building.
Russell: Haven't number one contenders been crowned already.....
Ron: NO!!! There were no contenders crowned. I would have noticed it, so would curtis.
Curtis: But there was number one contenders crowned. Infact, they're taking on the motor city mafia this sunday.
Ron: They... were taking them on. But I have taken care of it. Magically.
**Russell looks at ron. He walks over to the door and pushes it in. The door opens out instead of in. He looks in the direction of ron gibson who just stares in disgust.**
Ron: You couldn't help yourself. You just had to go about breaking into the arena and steal something. Chairs.... popcorn at the concession stand.... beer....
Russell: I merely revealed the flaw in your system. The door opens in... so anyone could still get in. Plus, this caution tape really isn't secure. Anyone could just tear it down with their barehands.
Ron: .....Bull. It says caution.... any halfwit re-tard knows not to touch or enter any place that says caution. They would be putting their life at risk. The plan is perfect, hence the PPV will be called off and we can go about doing other important things.
Curtis: Don't we have a match?
Ron: Doubtful. Like you said, if we're not in the tag team title match then what's the point. They gonna pay us to wrestle some nickle and dime opponents.
Russell: Magically Delicious.
Ron: Huh....
Curtis: Who is that?
Russell: The guys you have been losing to each week. You know... the clowns?
Ron: What about?
Russell: Payperview match against them.
Ron: Ha.... they would never be booked against us.
Curtis: I told you to stop going to those wrestling rumor sites. They just give you false hope. Remember when you read the one about "Russell Jenkins gangbang pics and video. Click here." Then you were infected with computer aids.
Ron: What an idiot. We're not facing anyone, unless we're in the world tag team title match. I don't care what ncw says or threatens to do. No Dirty, No Deal. It's as simple as that and doesn't need to be ignored. Think about it russell, what does ncw gain from us facing magically delicious? Did you see what they did to us? I know you were lurking around in the shadows. I know you were scared and peed your pants because the cops were backstage looking for a suspicious black man that was caught spying on the ncw whores.
Curtis: Wait... they through us in a dumpster. Which is used to dispose of trash. Are they saying we're trash? Are they saying we belong in the garbage?
Ron: .....Wait a second. You're on to something curtis. They were trying to embarrass us and if I didn't find over a grand in unmarked bills we probably would've realized this. They put one over on us.... we didn't see it coming. Now there here, now there not. Maybe sunday is a good thing. Maybe we deserve to get in that ring in something other than a tag team title match. They're clowns, so how hard could they actually be?
Curtis: Not to mention they did screw us over last month. Basically costing us our belts.
Ron: Yeah... they did damnit. I forgot all about this, we allowed them to get away with so much until now? Why?
**Ron begins ripping down the tape and signs. We stores them in the back of the mobile locker room. A box clearly labeled backup toilet paper. We tucks it under the seat.**
Ron: Everything is changed now. We will win the belts again, there is no doubt about that. But we need to boot these two clowns on of this company. They are not only wrecking the image of dirty deal but terrorizing the youth. They're freaks!!! Disfigured freaks!!!! We can't have freaks running about ncw scaring up our customers.
Russell: I'm not sure they're disfigured. They wear facepaint for a reason....
Ron: Because without it they couldn't scare the dickens out of charles. It's the only way to come off as "hard nosed" in this company. Unlike them, we don't rely on magic. We don't pamper our faces up with paint to make us look tough. We don't draw designs with stencils to be artistic. No... what we do in that ring is tough. We reak of tough. Yesterday I farted in russell's face, honestly it knocked him out cold. That is tough... you can't become that by making afew adjustments. You can't be artistic by scribbling on your face.... what we do. The methods we take to tear you apart...
Curtis: Modern day Picasso. It's brilliant.
Ron: Picasso was a pussy. He wishes he had the talent you had. He couldn't paint the way you could drain pain from them. It's an art. It's one of the things that make you.... you. I'm glad I have that in my corner sunday. While they just have balloons.... cotton candy... tricks.... big red noses.... their "act" as I will call it. But unless you guys have any real magic in the bag. Your hope, your desires are nothing more than an illusion. Just like when amber tells her clients they did a good job and smiles at them... AN ILLUSION!!!!
Curtis: Quit lying to yourself guys. Just lay on your back and take it like whores.
Ron: Horses?
Curtis: Whores.
Ron: Sarah Jessica Parker?
Curtis: WHORES!!!!! Not horsefaces....
Ron: ....Still don't see the difference.
Curtis: By the way, russell you just pulled community service for breaking an entering.
Russell: You're not a judge.
Curtis: But I am.
Ron: Yeah who are you to judge him, asshole darkie. Clean up the mess you made. Take all the signs and tape down. Now... no resting or water. RUN!!! DAMNIT.... RUN!!!!
**Ron pulls out a whip and snaps it at russell. We fade out before it gets offensive.**