Post by Ron Gibson on Jun 5, 2010 22:43:06 GMT -6
**We open up to the nice cozy office of ron gibson. Which happens to be located on the top floor, executive level of NCW HQ. Ron is filing his papers in his cabinet, while downing a diet pepsi drink. He walks back to his desk and eats a carrot. Fully nourished and in good health, he jumps on his treadmill and starts running. This is what we watch for about 2 hours.... nonstop him running in place. Keeping the company of himself.**
Ron: Ah... definetly in shape this week. If it wasn't for a mishap from that misguided foolish brain damaged ddk. I would have been undefeated since returning to ncw. Since seeing the light, learning hate is not what he expected from us. A black man is just a more special gift from god himself. A black man is here to be loved, what I did over those years was wrong. Prison didn't even straighten me out... but my family did. My wives... mother... brother.... without them I would still be running around. Having to look over my shoulder every second of every day. Wondering if someone was out to get me.
**Ron goes to wipe the sweat from his head but he's in excellent shape. He doesn't sweat, sweating is for people who worry. Ron has nothing to worry about.**
Ron: My family took the hate out of me. I took the hate out of ncw. I'm doing my part with petty little jobs to earn respect to those I hurt for a couple of years. Making up for lost wages and fines that company had to deal with. I sit in this fancy office, letting them know if they need me for anything other than this. I will be there for them. Until then I sorta out these messes and get in the ring when I have to. Sunday... I guess I sorta have to get in that ring.
**Ron walks over to the large closet in his office. Pulls out a slick suit and begins disrobing. Surely not remembering the camera's are on, as he gets fully naked. He lifts his leg to put his sock on, letting it all hang down. Same with the next sock.**
Ron: So what do I really need to compete against? Another great booking decision by ncw. Sticking me in another tag match because honestly that's where I belong. Even if it's with some deadbeat partner. Nathan, surely we can understand I'm not your friend. My friends are my family. My friends work in this building. All those boys busting their asses in the back trying to make a living... not my friends. I am alone when I go out there, you help me... fine. I help you, unlikely. But we will not take defeat lightly. If we're going to lose, it will be since you dropped the ball.
**Speaking of dropped balls, ron has finally made himself decent for America again.**
Ron: Not me. These guys opposite of us, are not a match for me. Destructor, immanotfat?
**Ron pulls in his gut and flexes his guns.**
Ron: This body makes sexy jason cry. I didn't sit on my ass for weeks... I trained my ass off. I'm no longer puffy and jiggly. SOLID MUSCLE! Test me camera man.
**he camera man pokes his stomach. Ron pays no attention as the ripples of fat rumble his entire body.**
Ron: Solid. When I take this suit off come sunday, you will wish your words were more bland. You wish your threats were less conflicted with my anger. You'll wish.... this was old ron because me hay have slipped up and wrestled a bottle before the match. Instead he's coming to wrestle you.... fight you.... Take you out of any contention ncw is even thinking of putting you in.
**As the ripples finally stop, ron puts a shirt on. Walks over to his desk and inhales a can of natural air.**
Ron: Working for this company has it's perks. No longer do you have to inhale that smog out there. Which guys such as joe everyman pollute with his stank. Come on joe.... you beat me? You must be inhaling some strong, maybe the pollution has rotted your mind out. You're not thinking clearly, your mind is all fogged up. Your getting paid to get your ass beat, I don't think you should be getting cocky. Before long someone will hurt you, then you won't even have to show up to get a check. But you'll be hurting day and night. You honestly want that? You honestly want that tomorrow night? I'm an honest man, I plan to put an honest day's work.
**Ron jumps aboard the treadmill again. This time we pan out, as something seems off. Ron is wearing a suit, the legs we see on the treadmill are bare. As he starts running, clearly he just swings his arms back and forth. While a complex set of mirrors are on some guy across the street at a gym running. Rallying the image back to ron's office.... how? Who knows, don't ask.**
Ron: You may think you have the heart for this kinda beating. You may think whatever I throw at you, you can survive on your will alone. Remember... destructor is your partner. It doesn't really count now if he gets the pin. You may have the heart but you still have the loser image. Unless you do something about it.... then again I'm probably going to take you both out easily anyways. So **** your heart and **** whatever destructor big seller is.... I'm going to lob both your heads off with a deal breaker.
**Ron waves then tells the camera crew to please leave. While he continues to "workout". We fade out.**
Ron: Ah... definetly in shape this week. If it wasn't for a mishap from that misguided foolish brain damaged ddk. I would have been undefeated since returning to ncw. Since seeing the light, learning hate is not what he expected from us. A black man is just a more special gift from god himself. A black man is here to be loved, what I did over those years was wrong. Prison didn't even straighten me out... but my family did. My wives... mother... brother.... without them I would still be running around. Having to look over my shoulder every second of every day. Wondering if someone was out to get me.
**Ron goes to wipe the sweat from his head but he's in excellent shape. He doesn't sweat, sweating is for people who worry. Ron has nothing to worry about.**
Ron: My family took the hate out of me. I took the hate out of ncw. I'm doing my part with petty little jobs to earn respect to those I hurt for a couple of years. Making up for lost wages and fines that company had to deal with. I sit in this fancy office, letting them know if they need me for anything other than this. I will be there for them. Until then I sorta out these messes and get in the ring when I have to. Sunday... I guess I sorta have to get in that ring.
**Ron walks over to the large closet in his office. Pulls out a slick suit and begins disrobing. Surely not remembering the camera's are on, as he gets fully naked. He lifts his leg to put his sock on, letting it all hang down. Same with the next sock.**
Ron: So what do I really need to compete against? Another great booking decision by ncw. Sticking me in another tag match because honestly that's where I belong. Even if it's with some deadbeat partner. Nathan, surely we can understand I'm not your friend. My friends are my family. My friends work in this building. All those boys busting their asses in the back trying to make a living... not my friends. I am alone when I go out there, you help me... fine. I help you, unlikely. But we will not take defeat lightly. If we're going to lose, it will be since you dropped the ball.
**Speaking of dropped balls, ron has finally made himself decent for America again.**
Ron: Not me. These guys opposite of us, are not a match for me. Destructor, immanotfat?
**Ron pulls in his gut and flexes his guns.**
Ron: This body makes sexy jason cry. I didn't sit on my ass for weeks... I trained my ass off. I'm no longer puffy and jiggly. SOLID MUSCLE! Test me camera man.
**he camera man pokes his stomach. Ron pays no attention as the ripples of fat rumble his entire body.**
Ron: Solid. When I take this suit off come sunday, you will wish your words were more bland. You wish your threats were less conflicted with my anger. You'll wish.... this was old ron because me hay have slipped up and wrestled a bottle before the match. Instead he's coming to wrestle you.... fight you.... Take you out of any contention ncw is even thinking of putting you in.
**As the ripples finally stop, ron puts a shirt on. Walks over to his desk and inhales a can of natural air.**
Ron: Working for this company has it's perks. No longer do you have to inhale that smog out there. Which guys such as joe everyman pollute with his stank. Come on joe.... you beat me? You must be inhaling some strong, maybe the pollution has rotted your mind out. You're not thinking clearly, your mind is all fogged up. Your getting paid to get your ass beat, I don't think you should be getting cocky. Before long someone will hurt you, then you won't even have to show up to get a check. But you'll be hurting day and night. You honestly want that? You honestly want that tomorrow night? I'm an honest man, I plan to put an honest day's work.
**Ron jumps aboard the treadmill again. This time we pan out, as something seems off. Ron is wearing a suit, the legs we see on the treadmill are bare. As he starts running, clearly he just swings his arms back and forth. While a complex set of mirrors are on some guy across the street at a gym running. Rallying the image back to ron's office.... how? Who knows, don't ask.**
Ron: You may think you have the heart for this kinda beating. You may think whatever I throw at you, you can survive on your will alone. Remember... destructor is your partner. It doesn't really count now if he gets the pin. You may have the heart but you still have the loser image. Unless you do something about it.... then again I'm probably going to take you both out easily anyways. So **** your heart and **** whatever destructor big seller is.... I'm going to lob both your heads off with a deal breaker.
**Ron waves then tells the camera crew to please leave. While he continues to "workout". We fade out.**