Post by Ron Gibson on Sept 18, 2010 21:28:55 GMT -6
*Ron is standing outside of NCW HQ. He's got a hardhat on with some kind of liquid on his face. Ron picks up his megaphone and starts yelling for the workers to move faster.*
Ron: Come on... we don't have until next week. If we don't get this done by tomorrow, I will be docking all your pay and this job will be for nothing.
Russell: You can't do that. You made a contract with them.
Ron: Pfft.... like my checks are legit in the first place russell. Plus, I will make and break any contract I want at will. Just look at the ppv this sunday. I specifically wrote in the contract that I would be wearing a front office t-shirt. Instead.... I went to the thrift store and bought a blue coat.
Russell: For what reason?
Ron: Because the revolution is nothing but backstabbing red coats. Who is better to kick a red coats ass but blue blood.
Russell: You're not british though.
Ron: SO!!!! What does that have to do with it. The fact is, you go out and leave a group that makes you what you are. People like me, well I won't stand up for that. It's not until right now, that I get to make that statement. That I am the most deadly unforgiving force front office has to offer. I will not disappoint my brothers in blue.
Russell: I don't think they're going to wear blue coats. What the hell is on your face?
Ron: like I said russell. Those stripped down the block, well that are even more pathetic than you would think. They do anything for alittle sweet talking....
Russell: You mean money.
Ron: WATCH YOUR TONE! Let's just say, I find myself in a jungle of vagi....
Russell: No. You can't say that.
Ron: ......I can say what I want. Remember most... deadly destructive force they have to offer. Who is going to stop me? WHO SHALL DARE PUT ME IN MY PLACE!
Russell: Falcon.... Brad Kane.... Andrew Jacobsen... Will Washington.... Joe Everyman....
Ron: Joe's on my team.
Russell: How the hell am I to know? You all look alike to me.
Ron: You obviously haven't smelled the other four. They are some of the most vile humans to walk this earth. Their stench, is probably as worse as my feet or amber's you know....
Russell: But.... I never got a whiff of that.
Ron: Of her what?
Russell: Her you know...
Ron: .....you sick bastard. I meant her underarms. That bitch is pure or something. She rubs pinetree car fresheners on them.
*As ron says that, he takes his shoes off and does just that. Scraping dead skin off with a piece of cardboard with a good smell to it. Russell just stares at him.*
Ron: Like I said last time. You know what sunday means more money, more power but more importantly more notice for me. I love my team, they're all great and such. It's a mixed bag but I'm the weirdest nut of them all. None of the guys across can match up with me. The ones that have.... I beat with little to no help from curtis kanyon.
Russell: You're essentially the wild card.
Ron: You get me russell. You really do.... just a bad thing. A person like me, could never get along with you.
Russell: the last 4 months say otherwise.
Ron: Right. After some very discouraging remarks from mr. washington. He seems to know my career well. You can say he's kind of stalks me. He knows every move I made and every failed attempt that came after it. I'm a book with all the pages falling out. Even russell thinks he can read me but the last few months. We find out he's in that 90% that have the can't read or write gene. I pity you but I pity will washington. Even though he looks like me, he surely isn't doing our race any justice. He's stupid... dumb.... and lacks the smarts of my race. He's just hiding in the shell of a white man, probably nothing more than a bug underneath.
Russell: ouch...
Ron: Ouch? More like squish. You seem happy with your believes will. I will not huddle and create a shield around steve awesome. I will not take a bullet for steve awesome. I will not patch up his skimmed knee and wipe his tears away. I will fight. I will destroy. I will make sure you're the very first person to eat all the negativity you have spread nancy. It's people like you will, that accidents happen on purpose. Where there is no excuse, no mistake what transpired is from sheer hate. I didn't think I hated you, until words started to form from your lips. You decided to spit out more than spit. You formed words in the wrong sentences and threw them out in the faces who didn't care to hear. YOU WILL WASHINGTON ARE A PIECE OF ****!!!
Russell: I would normally cut you off....
Ron: But you have no say over me. That entire backstabbing revolution is filled with scum like him. Even my team, has one sour grape that doesn't even belong. It sticks out like a thumb just because of how bruised and sour it is. He has the same tone, the same threats. He's the missing stooge of the revolution. He's literally the JOE of their stooges. Except he's on our side. I be sad because of this. I do have to agree with one thing you guys said....
*One of the works drops off the side of the building. Ron looks over at russell and whisper*
Ron: Do we have insurance?
Russell: I'm not sure....
Ron: Go do something about that. Put him on the taco bell property and make it their fault. No one will know, plus they'll just think it was an angry mexican boycotting taco bell again. You see stooges, joe included, you think i'm the weak link. That I'm lost and basically forgotten. That the front office must be weak, if their backup is someone without any worth. You're going to be in awe. left trembling holding your members. No worth, no regret. I have all to win, statements will be dished out in punishment. Everyone is a top dog in this match except me. Everyone will be one step below me after sunday. On an endless escalator rushing to the top... only with my standing in the way clothesline anyone who gets close. Dirty Deal is dead but I'm still dirty enough to let it dealings continue. It's all over. You guys wanted a revolution? Well too bad your revolution is going to come at the cost of extinction. Not steve, charlie, or stooge joe. This time we won't have to make theories on what caused it. We'll just have to point the finger at the man. Who had just alittle faith in me. That knew I was worth something in this fight. They knew I could change the questions, to all of their answers.
WASHINGTON....
JACOBSON....
FALCON....
KANE......
Never again will they assume a guy in the ****ter can be easily covered in sand. Without grabbing a handful and throwing it in their eyes. Making their worst nightmares, so lifelike... so... where the hell are they going?
Russell: Umm... they overheard me saying their was no insurance incase they got injured. Since ncw really isn't paying for this job. Hell, I'm not sure their even here in the office.
Ron: Just because I picked a day everyone was off because of the ppv. Doesn't mean I did it on purpose or since leo said no.
*Ron blinks his eyes about 5 times.*
Russell: You're lying. We could be sued for this.
Ron: Actually... you could be sued since I used your credit card for the wrecking ball.
Russell: You son of a bitch....
*Ron smiles, as he pulls another one over on the very smart minded lawyer russell jenkins. With a evil laugh and pointing a laughing finger in his face, russell takes on a very worried face. We fade out on the huge hole in NCW HQ.*
Ron: Come on... we don't have until next week. If we don't get this done by tomorrow, I will be docking all your pay and this job will be for nothing.
Russell: You can't do that. You made a contract with them.
Ron: Pfft.... like my checks are legit in the first place russell. Plus, I will make and break any contract I want at will. Just look at the ppv this sunday. I specifically wrote in the contract that I would be wearing a front office t-shirt. Instead.... I went to the thrift store and bought a blue coat.
Russell: For what reason?
Ron: Because the revolution is nothing but backstabbing red coats. Who is better to kick a red coats ass but blue blood.
Russell: You're not british though.
Ron: SO!!!! What does that have to do with it. The fact is, you go out and leave a group that makes you what you are. People like me, well I won't stand up for that. It's not until right now, that I get to make that statement. That I am the most deadly unforgiving force front office has to offer. I will not disappoint my brothers in blue.
Russell: I don't think they're going to wear blue coats. What the hell is on your face?
Ron: like I said russell. Those stripped down the block, well that are even more pathetic than you would think. They do anything for alittle sweet talking....
Russell: You mean money.
Ron: WATCH YOUR TONE! Let's just say, I find myself in a jungle of vagi....
Russell: No. You can't say that.
Ron: ......I can say what I want. Remember most... deadly destructive force they have to offer. Who is going to stop me? WHO SHALL DARE PUT ME IN MY PLACE!
Russell: Falcon.... Brad Kane.... Andrew Jacobsen... Will Washington.... Joe Everyman....
Ron: Joe's on my team.
Russell: How the hell am I to know? You all look alike to me.
Ron: You obviously haven't smelled the other four. They are some of the most vile humans to walk this earth. Their stench, is probably as worse as my feet or amber's you know....
Russell: But.... I never got a whiff of that.
Ron: Of her what?
Russell: Her you know...
Ron: .....you sick bastard. I meant her underarms. That bitch is pure or something. She rubs pinetree car fresheners on them.
*As ron says that, he takes his shoes off and does just that. Scraping dead skin off with a piece of cardboard with a good smell to it. Russell just stares at him.*
Ron: Like I said last time. You know what sunday means more money, more power but more importantly more notice for me. I love my team, they're all great and such. It's a mixed bag but I'm the weirdest nut of them all. None of the guys across can match up with me. The ones that have.... I beat with little to no help from curtis kanyon.
Russell: You're essentially the wild card.
Ron: You get me russell. You really do.... just a bad thing. A person like me, could never get along with you.
Russell: the last 4 months say otherwise.
Ron: Right. After some very discouraging remarks from mr. washington. He seems to know my career well. You can say he's kind of stalks me. He knows every move I made and every failed attempt that came after it. I'm a book with all the pages falling out. Even russell thinks he can read me but the last few months. We find out he's in that 90% that have the can't read or write gene. I pity you but I pity will washington. Even though he looks like me, he surely isn't doing our race any justice. He's stupid... dumb.... and lacks the smarts of my race. He's just hiding in the shell of a white man, probably nothing more than a bug underneath.
Russell: ouch...
Ron: Ouch? More like squish. You seem happy with your believes will. I will not huddle and create a shield around steve awesome. I will not take a bullet for steve awesome. I will not patch up his skimmed knee and wipe his tears away. I will fight. I will destroy. I will make sure you're the very first person to eat all the negativity you have spread nancy. It's people like you will, that accidents happen on purpose. Where there is no excuse, no mistake what transpired is from sheer hate. I didn't think I hated you, until words started to form from your lips. You decided to spit out more than spit. You formed words in the wrong sentences and threw them out in the faces who didn't care to hear. YOU WILL WASHINGTON ARE A PIECE OF ****!!!
Russell: I would normally cut you off....
Ron: But you have no say over me. That entire backstabbing revolution is filled with scum like him. Even my team, has one sour grape that doesn't even belong. It sticks out like a thumb just because of how bruised and sour it is. He has the same tone, the same threats. He's the missing stooge of the revolution. He's literally the JOE of their stooges. Except he's on our side. I be sad because of this. I do have to agree with one thing you guys said....
*One of the works drops off the side of the building. Ron looks over at russell and whisper*
Ron: Do we have insurance?
Russell: I'm not sure....
Ron: Go do something about that. Put him on the taco bell property and make it their fault. No one will know, plus they'll just think it was an angry mexican boycotting taco bell again. You see stooges, joe included, you think i'm the weak link. That I'm lost and basically forgotten. That the front office must be weak, if their backup is someone without any worth. You're going to be in awe. left trembling holding your members. No worth, no regret. I have all to win, statements will be dished out in punishment. Everyone is a top dog in this match except me. Everyone will be one step below me after sunday. On an endless escalator rushing to the top... only with my standing in the way clothesline anyone who gets close. Dirty Deal is dead but I'm still dirty enough to let it dealings continue. It's all over. You guys wanted a revolution? Well too bad your revolution is going to come at the cost of extinction. Not steve, charlie, or stooge joe. This time we won't have to make theories on what caused it. We'll just have to point the finger at the man. Who had just alittle faith in me. That knew I was worth something in this fight. They knew I could change the questions, to all of their answers.
WASHINGTON....
JACOBSON....
FALCON....
KANE......
Never again will they assume a guy in the ****ter can be easily covered in sand. Without grabbing a handful and throwing it in their eyes. Making their worst nightmares, so lifelike... so... where the hell are they going?
Russell: Umm... they overheard me saying their was no insurance incase they got injured. Since ncw really isn't paying for this job. Hell, I'm not sure their even here in the office.
Ron: Just because I picked a day everyone was off because of the ppv. Doesn't mean I did it on purpose or since leo said no.
*Ron blinks his eyes about 5 times.*
Russell: You're lying. We could be sued for this.
Ron: Actually... you could be sued since I used your credit card for the wrecking ball.
Russell: You son of a bitch....
*Ron smiles, as he pulls another one over on the very smart minded lawyer russell jenkins. With a evil laugh and pointing a laughing finger in his face, russell takes on a very worried face. We fade out on the huge hole in NCW HQ.*