Post by Ron Gibson on Jul 9, 2010 22:09:23 GMT -6
**Ron Gibson has his back to the camera, as he looks out his window. Which seems to be self-made and not of quality. As it really look as if someone took a sledgehammer and broke through the wall. Then proceeded to take chewed bubble gum, stuck a piece of Plexiglas on the wall. Thus giving him the ultimate view.... of the alley and ncw trashcans. But ron is living the life and he knows it. He turns in his desk chair. Now seeing as this was a janitors closet and there is not much room, he knocks over various cabinets that were in the way of his leg span. Ignores it though... gets back to the problem.**
Ron: Oooooh.... it feels so goooood......
**Ron closes his eyes, maybe he's in pain from being barefoot and knocking over the cabinets. This is when amber comes up from below the desk.**
Ron: I know why your customers came back. OOOH MY GOD!!!! Your hands.... magic. I've never felt this relaxed... ever. You went to work on it like no one else could.
Amber: Thanks. It's nice to be appreciated for once without having to lower myself to unknown men. Atleast I did good, gave you some good pleasure without having to worry about being stabbed afterwards.
Ron: You never have to worry about that again.... the only stabbing that you're going to get. Is if you take that screwdriver and accidently jab yourself in the hand. I can't believe how great this chair feels now. It reclines.... it never did that before.
Amber: Well you had to pull this little bar out....
Ron: OOOOOH!!!! You're smart too. If only we used your brain before. You know when I was part of dirty deal. We might retained our titles. We might be still champions but then again. I would be bitter and be in a place where my career is going no where. Thank you.
Amber: Thank you. It's nice to feel apprei....
Ron: Now get off your knees and get the hell out. I have business to take care of.
Amber: .....
Ron: Please?
Amber: Ok.
**Amber exits. Russell stands in the corner and ron just stares at him.**
Ron: Why are you still here? Did you get the hint that I wanted no one here?
Russell: Well I figured that just applied to the lady. We brothers now. I scratch your back, you scratch my back by not getting sued by television stations around the world.
Ron: I love you like god loved you enough to make you different. But get your ass out of here too. I need to have a faceoff with ddk.... curtis.... loser.... mr. I carry my sack in my hands because god wasn't kind enough to grant me big enough ones to compete with ron gibson.
**Russell exits. In walks steve guttenberg....**
Ron: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR GUEST APPEARANCES!!!! All distractions are gone. Get out. I need my privacy, so I can have my last final heart to heart with ddk. Who's lost his own way. He's plague by the death of his brother. He's being haunted by the ghost of a dead sibling. He needs setting free. This is where I would have the ghostbusters come in for a lame joke.... BUT THERE NOT HERE!!!
**The crew from ghost hunters walks in. They start unloading their sutff on the desk. And begin taking readings around the area. Ron just stares at them....**
Ron: NO GUESTS!!!! THIS IS FACEOFF!!!!! NO DISTRACTIONS!!!! We went up and down the road, we went down back alley's, took short cuts, and ran into some strange people. I was always there to help you get out of the sticky situation you landed us in. If was always you, that got us hated. It was always you, that got us hunted. It was always you, especially when my prized possession the dirty deal mobile locker room got destroyed. Things change. The gold bond we had wore off... we slid apart. How do i know this?
**Ron gets up, walks to his cabinet and pulls out a file. He throws it on the desk. Puts his head down and sheds alittle bit of tears onto the folder. Enough to smear the writing on it.**
Ron: This right here.... this is proof.
**Ron opens up the folder. Where we are instantly hit with acts of violence and mistreatment to a human being. Blood... trauma... body.... it's a mess. It's ron gibson's mess. It's ron gibson laying on cold hard concrete.... barely breathing. If it were for a cold night and expert camera skills, we wouldn't see the breathe in the air.**
Ron: I never brought this up. I have been keeping it hidden inside. My shrink told me.... fully paid by the people who really care about me. NCW ofcourse. They told me, this match will hit me big. It's better to let it all out right now. I wanted to bury it.... keep it from you.... But april 19th. The bond we had, that kept our dentures in place. IT WORE OFF!!!! I got attacked and no one was around. No curtis to fend off the villians. No amber to give blowies to them for distraction. No russell with his excellant skills in the black arts. NO ONE WAS THERE!!!! The guys and woman, I called my friends. Huh.... they were off doing other stuff then watching my back. Especially since you were likely the reason I got attacked. Your racist attitude, sure I hated on people of color alittle but you always took it far. ENOUGH FOR THEM TO GET ME!!!!
**Ron takes the pictures and begins whipping them at the window. Throws the entire folder at the window and flips his desk.**
Ron: I forgave them because likely you had them do non-important stuff anyways. It wasn't there fault. It's your fault. I'm up here in this fancy office with new friends. You're down there with a wig on your head, being haunted by a ghost. Which I originally thought was the ghost of chris. Now we know... that's just an excuse. It's your fault I'm like this. It's your fault I'm better off now. It's your fault, I get to walk next to people I hated for years and find out that I don't hate them. I love them. Change was the best for me but you're still walking about with broken morals. Walking around in a past that is not fit for you....
**The door is kicked in again.... smoke arises from the bottom. In walks Dr. Emmett Brown.**
Ron: OH MY GOD WHY!!!!
Dr. Emmett Brown: Ron!
Ron: WHY!!!
Dr. Emmett Brown: I know you don't know me but I have been sent from the future. To bring you back, to bring you back to when times were simple.
Ron: .....AAAAAHHHHHHHHH NO DISTRACTIONS!!!!!
Dr. Emmett Brown: In precisely two days, events will be put into action that cause the extinction of the human race. I need to extract....
Ron: You from this promo!!!!!
**Ron pushes Christopher Lloyd out of his office.**
Dr. Emmett Brown: Great... Sc.....
**Ron slams the door and this time places his desk in front of it.**
Ron: It's an overload from the past. Unless I fix this situation will these losers stop popping up. I need to fix your morals, I need to bring you over into the good. But sadly.... just like I was left laying in a puddle of my own blood drowning. You.... will have to be left hanging. Clenching for a finale breathe. Hoping those retards can pull you down before the lights go out for good. I'm hoping they don't, I hope you just sway back and forth. The sweat pours down your face, the noose gets tighter and tighter at every attempt you try to escape. Every wiggle... every flinch... every thought that crosses your mind.... I'm hoping for the worst because even though a refined ddk would be good for all. I really just want to rummage your sack and take the title opportunity I deserve. So in short... incase you misses the big picture through all the distractions.
**Ron takes a wad of cash from his pocket. He walks out of his office and bangs on the door of Leonard Fox. He's busy, on the phone going over important business decisions before the ppv. He takes the wad of cash and politely lays it on the desk. He gets a weird eyebrow raise from his boss. Turns around....**
Ron: Letting you survive is not really an option....
**Ron looks back at leonard and apologizes ahead of time.**
Ron: I really just want you to **** off.... and DIE!!!
**Leonard looks shocked at those words but goes about counting the money. As gibson leaves and closes his door politely. We fade out.**