Post by Ricky Johnson on Oct 29, 2011 2:24:45 GMT -6
Let's get the obvious out of the way: You don't like me. I don't like you. We all get it. And guess what, nothing I say will change your opinion between now and Sunday.
Ricky - I still don't see why we're doing this.
Roxi - Why not?
Ricky - You could have just called.
Roxi - We don't visit enough.
Ricky - There's a reason for that.
Roxi - What? My parent love you.
Ricky - Yeah, okay. Whatever
Roxi - They do.
Ricky - I'm surprised we can even have kids with the amount of times I've had my junk checked by your old man.
Roxi - Daddy is just protective.
Ricky - That's one way to describe it. Insane is another.
Roxi - You're making it out to be worse then it really is.
Ricky - Am I? I want you to watch carefully when we get there.
Roxi - I will.
Ricky - But I still don't know why I have to go.
Roxi - Because it takes two to make a baby Ricky.
Ricky - Not if you are artificially inseminated.
Roxi - Yeah, I'd rather know who's sperm gets inserted in my vagina.
Ricky - That was uncalled for.
Roxi - It's just the truth.
Ricky - Ha. Very funny.
So after beating the tag team champions and making a fool out Rob Diamond.{Although he doesn't need my help...} I find myself in a very interesting situation. A rock and a hard place so to speak. On one hand, I really, really want to kick the **** about of you, Jim. I mean, I really want to do that. A lot. I've had visions of it all way. I'm dreamed about it, I waited and wished for it. And now...I get to do just that. I don't like your jerkoff name, face or attitude.
There's just something about Jimmy Zane that makes me dislike him. So much so, that in reality, all I really want to do is BEAT him. And not in a wrestling, one one one, 1-2-3 or submission kind of way either. I mean just physically beat him. Like a dog. And that's exactly what I'm going to do this Sunday at Road to the Gold V, Jim.
I'm very simply going to beat you until I get tired.
And, I really don't know how long that's going to be. The simple fact is, unlike most of my opponents, I will enjoy beating you. No, I will THOROUGHLY enjoy beating you. I will take great pleasure in causing you pain. I mean, almost a perverse amount of pleasure. Am I making you uncomfortable? Good. I hope so. I want to fully understand what's going to happen Sunday.
Ricky - And I'm telling you that Urban VI was the rightful Pope.
Roxi - You obviously have no clue about history. The Cardinals clearly said that Clement VII was the rightful pope.
Ricky - Oh please. The cardinals were just mad that Urban wanted them to get off their lazy asses and do something.
Roxi - Well who is he to throw his weight around? He's lucky he was even around.
Ricky - Clement was just another lackey. And guess what? He was ex-communicated.
Roxi - So was Urban!
Ricky - By a pope with no authority.
Roxi - You...you are ridiculous. You can't just admit I'm right.
Ricky - You're right? That's a laugh. Next you're going to tell me that Joe Montana wouldn't be a legend if he didn't win four super bowls.
Roxi - Montana was a system Quarterback. Nothing more.
Ricky - Now, you're officially insane.
Roxi - What happened when he went to Kansas City?
Ricky - That team sucked. And he still got them to an AFC championship game. Plus he was old.
Roxi - Doesn't matter. Look at Marino.
Ricky - Marino was good no doubt. Not a winner like Joe.
Roxi - Does that matter? He had all the passing records.
Ricky - They never had a running back!
Roxi - Look. We're here.
Ricky - Good. Maybe someone sane can settle this nonsense.
Roxi - Hi dad!
John Jamison - Hello, babygirl.
Ricky - Mr. Jamison, maybe you can settle this. Best Quarterback Montana or Marino?
Roxi - Tell 'em dad. Marino.
John Jamison - Neither. It was Terry Bradshaw.
Ricky - WHAT?
Roxi - You cannot be serious!
That's one side. The other, is what is this all for? What do I get for beating you? A...National title match?
Thanks, but no thanks.
Number 1, I've already won that title, doing it again doesn't mean anything to me. Let's say hypothetically I win and then win the National title. Does that help me? No. I don't need that title. I don't WANT that title. I want the World title, and because I was bested by the eventual winner...I get some ridiculous consolation prize because you think it's funny?
Stick it.
I require the World heavyweight title. That's what I want. I beat Zane, I get that title. Since Zane is so eager to get destroyed by either the Ace...or Verona.
But then again...
Taking even the opportunity for Zane away gives me a small sense of happiness. It may even be considered petty, but Yeah, that's just how I feel.
And it's how everyone else feels too.
Don't lie.
You know you want to see this piece of filth utterly destroyed so you don't have to see him anymore.
But the question truly is for me....is it worth having to sink back down to the National title. Is all the pain I inflict worth what it would do to my career?
And no, I am not saying the National title is junk. I do not disrespect titles. I loved the National title when she was mine. I treated her right. She was the whore. And seeing her again, even after all this time would just make things really awkward.
It's time for me to move on to my dream girl. Beating Zane only earns me a date with a booty call. I still have her number.
And you know what, even though she's a whore...she's far too good for you Jim. She can do so much better.
John Jamison - So do what do we owe the honor of this little visit?
Ricky - Roxi has announcement.
Roxi - WE have an announcement.
Ricky - But I'm not -
Roxi - WE. Both of us.
John Jamison - You two alright?
Ricky - Splendid.
Roxi - Daddy...I'm pregnant.
Ricky - Twins.
John Jamison - ....
Roxi - Daddy...
Ricky - Speechless I see.
John Jamison - I...I Robin, sweetheart, Our little girl is about to become a mom.
Robin - You're...gonna make us grandparents?!
Roxi - Just like you wanted...
Jim, I'll be honest here...I don't hold it against you for me not become the world champion at battlegrounds. I knew going in the odds were stacked against me.
I don't even mind that you even gave the hint that would throw the match intentionally. I'm over it. Water under the bridge so to speak.
But I did figure you would be able to pull your own weight. That you would at least put forth the effort required for me to win and keep you a tag team champion.
And sadly I was mistaken.
I'm not perfect obviously. I do make mistakes. Mistakes like believing in you, even for one night, was a huge and it ended up costing me the world heavyweight title.
And it's a mistake I will erase at Road to the Gold.
On that day, I will hold everything against you. Sun doesn't shine? Your fault. I miss my plane? your fault. I get your blood on my knuckles from repeatedly punching you in the face? your fault.
Yes, you will be my Bob Morton.
The complete destruction of Jimmy Zane?
I'd buy that for a dollar.
Ricky - I still don't see why we're doing this.
Roxi - Why not?
Ricky - You could have just called.
Roxi - We don't visit enough.
Ricky - There's a reason for that.
Roxi - What? My parent love you.
Ricky - Yeah, okay. Whatever
Roxi - They do.
Ricky - I'm surprised we can even have kids with the amount of times I've had my junk checked by your old man.
Roxi - Daddy is just protective.
Ricky - That's one way to describe it. Insane is another.
Roxi - You're making it out to be worse then it really is.
Ricky - Am I? I want you to watch carefully when we get there.
Roxi - I will.
Ricky - But I still don't know why I have to go.
Roxi - Because it takes two to make a baby Ricky.
Ricky - Not if you are artificially inseminated.
Roxi - Yeah, I'd rather know who's sperm gets inserted in my vagina.
Ricky - That was uncalled for.
Roxi - It's just the truth.
Ricky - Ha. Very funny.
So after beating the tag team champions and making a fool out Rob Diamond.{Although he doesn't need my help...} I find myself in a very interesting situation. A rock and a hard place so to speak. On one hand, I really, really want to kick the **** about of you, Jim. I mean, I really want to do that. A lot. I've had visions of it all way. I'm dreamed about it, I waited and wished for it. And now...I get to do just that. I don't like your jerkoff name, face or attitude.
There's just something about Jimmy Zane that makes me dislike him. So much so, that in reality, all I really want to do is BEAT him. And not in a wrestling, one one one, 1-2-3 or submission kind of way either. I mean just physically beat him. Like a dog. And that's exactly what I'm going to do this Sunday at Road to the Gold V, Jim.
I'm very simply going to beat you until I get tired.
And, I really don't know how long that's going to be. The simple fact is, unlike most of my opponents, I will enjoy beating you. No, I will THOROUGHLY enjoy beating you. I will take great pleasure in causing you pain. I mean, almost a perverse amount of pleasure. Am I making you uncomfortable? Good. I hope so. I want to fully understand what's going to happen Sunday.
Ricky - And I'm telling you that Urban VI was the rightful Pope.
Roxi - You obviously have no clue about history. The Cardinals clearly said that Clement VII was the rightful pope.
Ricky - Oh please. The cardinals were just mad that Urban wanted them to get off their lazy asses and do something.
Roxi - Well who is he to throw his weight around? He's lucky he was even around.
Ricky - Clement was just another lackey. And guess what? He was ex-communicated.
Roxi - So was Urban!
Ricky - By a pope with no authority.
Roxi - You...you are ridiculous. You can't just admit I'm right.
Ricky - You're right? That's a laugh. Next you're going to tell me that Joe Montana wouldn't be a legend if he didn't win four super bowls.
Roxi - Montana was a system Quarterback. Nothing more.
Ricky - Now, you're officially insane.
Roxi - What happened when he went to Kansas City?
Ricky - That team sucked. And he still got them to an AFC championship game. Plus he was old.
Roxi - Doesn't matter. Look at Marino.
Ricky - Marino was good no doubt. Not a winner like Joe.
Roxi - Does that matter? He had all the passing records.
Ricky - They never had a running back!
Roxi - Look. We're here.
Ricky - Good. Maybe someone sane can settle this nonsense.
Roxi - Hi dad!
John Jamison - Hello, babygirl.
Ricky - Mr. Jamison, maybe you can settle this. Best Quarterback Montana or Marino?
Roxi - Tell 'em dad. Marino.
John Jamison - Neither. It was Terry Bradshaw.
Ricky - WHAT?
Roxi - You cannot be serious!
That's one side. The other, is what is this all for? What do I get for beating you? A...National title match?
Thanks, but no thanks.
Number 1, I've already won that title, doing it again doesn't mean anything to me. Let's say hypothetically I win and then win the National title. Does that help me? No. I don't need that title. I don't WANT that title. I want the World title, and because I was bested by the eventual winner...I get some ridiculous consolation prize because you think it's funny?
Stick it.
I require the World heavyweight title. That's what I want. I beat Zane, I get that title. Since Zane is so eager to get destroyed by either the Ace...or Verona.
But then again...
Taking even the opportunity for Zane away gives me a small sense of happiness. It may even be considered petty, but Yeah, that's just how I feel.
And it's how everyone else feels too.
Don't lie.
You know you want to see this piece of filth utterly destroyed so you don't have to see him anymore.
But the question truly is for me....is it worth having to sink back down to the National title. Is all the pain I inflict worth what it would do to my career?
And no, I am not saying the National title is junk. I do not disrespect titles. I loved the National title when she was mine. I treated her right. She was the whore. And seeing her again, even after all this time would just make things really awkward.
It's time for me to move on to my dream girl. Beating Zane only earns me a date with a booty call. I still have her number.
And you know what, even though she's a whore...she's far too good for you Jim. She can do so much better.
John Jamison - So do what do we owe the honor of this little visit?
Ricky - Roxi has announcement.
Roxi - WE have an announcement.
Ricky - But I'm not -
Roxi - WE. Both of us.
John Jamison - You two alright?
Ricky - Splendid.
Roxi - Daddy...I'm pregnant.
Ricky - Twins.
John Jamison - ....
Roxi - Daddy...
Ricky - Speechless I see.
John Jamison - I...I Robin, sweetheart, Our little girl is about to become a mom.
Robin - You're...gonna make us grandparents?!
Roxi - Just like you wanted...
Jim, I'll be honest here...I don't hold it against you for me not become the world champion at battlegrounds. I knew going in the odds were stacked against me.
I don't even mind that you even gave the hint that would throw the match intentionally. I'm over it. Water under the bridge so to speak.
But I did figure you would be able to pull your own weight. That you would at least put forth the effort required for me to win and keep you a tag team champion.
And sadly I was mistaken.
I'm not perfect obviously. I do make mistakes. Mistakes like believing in you, even for one night, was a huge and it ended up costing me the world heavyweight title.
And it's a mistake I will erase at Road to the Gold.
On that day, I will hold everything against you. Sun doesn't shine? Your fault. I miss my plane? your fault. I get your blood on my knuckles from repeatedly punching you in the face? your fault.
Yes, you will be my Bob Morton.
The complete destruction of Jimmy Zane?
I'd buy that for a dollar.