Post by Ron Gibson on Nov 18, 2011 13:10:00 GMT -6
*A very well groomed, down to the nose hair, ron gibson heads into the main building of ncw operations. He brushes the fuzz off his finely tuned, 100 dollar sears suit. As he walks up the secretary, he smiles and greats her with the politest of welcoming.*
Ron: Sh*t, these pants make my balls feel like they be brewing in a bowl of coffee. Not to mention, i need to scratch them deep within their core. I was doing it on the way here, I just couldn't get in there. Yaknawwutimean?
Secretary: ......
Ron: It didn't help that I groomed down there last night, just incase they needed to check there for medical issues. You know whats, they might be why I'm scratching. Instead of what I figured was a bad case of the crabbies.
Secretary: Sir, is there anything I can do for you?
Ron: I came here to buy the company.
Secretary: What?
Ron: Isn't there where I come to buy the company?
Secretary: I'm not sure what you mean.
Ron: I have these brand new crisp 25 dollar bill and I would really like to buy this company.
Secretary: First off, I'm not sure your in the right place. Second, there is no such thing as a 25 dollar bill.
Ron: Silly woman. Your man doesn't let you keep your money now does he? You haven't seen anything more than a handful of change after you give him a good rubbing in the night. Haven't you?
Secretary: Why I never
Ron: not even a good rubbing? No wonder he doesn't give you the dollar bills. So where do I get the job?
Secretary: So you want a job now?
Ron: Well if your not going to let me buy the company. I might aswell apply for the CEO job and earn it for free. I can use this money on a night of PARTY!!!!
Secretary: Here's the application. But I wouldn't be too surprised when you don't get called back.
Ron: Huh.... says a woman to former ncw tag team champion.
Secretary: Right. Just sit over there and fill this out. I will make sure the highest authority gets this later.
*She hands ron the application, he grabs her hand and just drools. Like literally on her hands*
Ron: Thanks toots. And to be honest, your abusing yourself by not using these paws on something more useful.
Secretary: I don't have a man. Thanks though.
Ron: Want one?
Secretary: ......
Ron: I'll just fill this out over there.
*Ron goes over in the corner, where other people are filling out several applications. Ron makes sure to hide his answers, so no one gets a higher score, by tucking away in the corner.*
"Full Name"
Ron: Ronald Jackson Gibson. Easy.
"Sex"
Ron: Huh.... alpha male seems to be missing. I'll just select refuse to indicate, since I'm not lowering my standards.
"Address"
Ron: .....
*Ron walks back up to the secretary desk*
Ron: So where it says address, is it my address or is it asking if I have ever wore a dress before?
Secretary: I believe... the second one. Put both just to be sure.
Ron: Ah... figured it was an error. I mean why would they need to know where I live?
Secretary: Yep.
Ron: I love you.
Secretary: What?
Ron: Nothing. Be right back.
*Ron goes back into seclusion and continues to fill this out.*
"Address"
Ron: Yes..... but only for humor and not sexual frustration. I'm not a pervert.
"Zip... phone... city...."
Ron: Boring........
"What job are you applying for?"
Ron: Here we go. I'm applying for CEO of NCW. The boss... head honcho.... big shot.... the man with all the power.
"Why are you good for this job?"
Ron: First off, I know what your thinking. I have done this before. I was co-ceo in the past. But that was before I boosted my IQ to over a couple hundred. So why am I good for this job? Let me ask you something. Why wouldn't I? I am quite possibly the smartest business man in the history of business. Not to mention, I was one of the most successful wrestlers in this company. Do I see a connection? I mean how could this go wrong. What's so special about the guy in charge right now? What does he bring to the table? Look at how fancy I dress up. Huh.....
*The secretary is just staring at gibson, as he's literally cutting a promo to the job application. She gets on the phone and calls security, as his hijinks is scaring some of the other people in the building.*
Ron: Look at me. I am a stud. A 7 out of 10 on the vagina scale according to babes creeped out by me. You don't know me, you can't see who I am. Your just a piece of paper meant to judge me. Meant to make some other guy think he knows me. NO ONE KNOWS ME! No one knows who I am. One minute I'm sane, the next I'm walking out on tv without pants on and laying in a puddle of blood. Who's blood? Maybe a fans blood. Mind blown? I would bust a fan open and then lay my naked body in his blood.
Secretary: Yeah. He's talking about cutting people open and laying in their blood. He's just shouting at the piece of paper. I think he's crazy or he's possibly just still living out his day in the ring. We just need to get out out quickly. There's a kid crying. Just get down here now.
Ron: To be ceo, you have to be wreckless and put people on edge. I'm just the man to make investors weary about putting any money into this product. I'm just to man, to make people afraid to even show up to our shows. But get this, they will show up to see what I do next. To see what idea I come up with next. To see who I put against the world champion, in a iron man breakdance match. I will bring it...... most of the time. Other times I will likely be sleeping during the shows. I can't be bothered to always give this company my full attention. So why am I good for this job? Because I'm ron gibson, the destroyer of the world.
*Security comes down and here's him talking about destroying the world**
Security: TERRORIST!!!!!!
Ron: What?
Security: Secure him!
*The security tackles gibson and they crash through the window. They begin beating him down, as we fade out to a bloody beaten ron gibson. His face scratched up, his suit ripped to shreads, and a shoe being violently slapped across his face. The secretary picks up the application ron was filling out. Only to find out, it was mainly scribbles and pictures of women with big boobs. She takes it to the shredder and does everyone a pleasure of never seeing it*
Ron: Sh*t, these pants make my balls feel like they be brewing in a bowl of coffee. Not to mention, i need to scratch them deep within their core. I was doing it on the way here, I just couldn't get in there. Yaknawwutimean?
Secretary: ......
Ron: It didn't help that I groomed down there last night, just incase they needed to check there for medical issues. You know whats, they might be why I'm scratching. Instead of what I figured was a bad case of the crabbies.
Secretary: Sir, is there anything I can do for you?
Ron: I came here to buy the company.
Secretary: What?
Ron: Isn't there where I come to buy the company?
Secretary: I'm not sure what you mean.
Ron: I have these brand new crisp 25 dollar bill and I would really like to buy this company.
Secretary: First off, I'm not sure your in the right place. Second, there is no such thing as a 25 dollar bill.
Ron: Silly woman. Your man doesn't let you keep your money now does he? You haven't seen anything more than a handful of change after you give him a good rubbing in the night. Haven't you?
Secretary: Why I never
Ron: not even a good rubbing? No wonder he doesn't give you the dollar bills. So where do I get the job?
Secretary: So you want a job now?
Ron: Well if your not going to let me buy the company. I might aswell apply for the CEO job and earn it for free. I can use this money on a night of PARTY!!!!
Secretary: Here's the application. But I wouldn't be too surprised when you don't get called back.
Ron: Huh.... says a woman to former ncw tag team champion.
Secretary: Right. Just sit over there and fill this out. I will make sure the highest authority gets this later.
*She hands ron the application, he grabs her hand and just drools. Like literally on her hands*
Ron: Thanks toots. And to be honest, your abusing yourself by not using these paws on something more useful.
Secretary: I don't have a man. Thanks though.
Ron: Want one?
Secretary: ......
Ron: I'll just fill this out over there.
*Ron goes over in the corner, where other people are filling out several applications. Ron makes sure to hide his answers, so no one gets a higher score, by tucking away in the corner.*
"Full Name"
Ron: Ronald Jackson Gibson. Easy.
"Sex"
Ron: Huh.... alpha male seems to be missing. I'll just select refuse to indicate, since I'm not lowering my standards.
"Address"
Ron: .....
*Ron walks back up to the secretary desk*
Ron: So where it says address, is it my address or is it asking if I have ever wore a dress before?
Secretary: I believe... the second one. Put both just to be sure.
Ron: Ah... figured it was an error. I mean why would they need to know where I live?
Secretary: Yep.
Ron: I love you.
Secretary: What?
Ron: Nothing. Be right back.
*Ron goes back into seclusion and continues to fill this out.*
"Address"
Ron: Yes..... but only for humor and not sexual frustration. I'm not a pervert.
"Zip... phone... city...."
Ron: Boring........
"What job are you applying for?"
Ron: Here we go. I'm applying for CEO of NCW. The boss... head honcho.... big shot.... the man with all the power.
"Why are you good for this job?"
Ron: First off, I know what your thinking. I have done this before. I was co-ceo in the past. But that was before I boosted my IQ to over a couple hundred. So why am I good for this job? Let me ask you something. Why wouldn't I? I am quite possibly the smartest business man in the history of business. Not to mention, I was one of the most successful wrestlers in this company. Do I see a connection? I mean how could this go wrong. What's so special about the guy in charge right now? What does he bring to the table? Look at how fancy I dress up. Huh.....
*The secretary is just staring at gibson, as he's literally cutting a promo to the job application. She gets on the phone and calls security, as his hijinks is scaring some of the other people in the building.*
Ron: Look at me. I am a stud. A 7 out of 10 on the vagina scale according to babes creeped out by me. You don't know me, you can't see who I am. Your just a piece of paper meant to judge me. Meant to make some other guy think he knows me. NO ONE KNOWS ME! No one knows who I am. One minute I'm sane, the next I'm walking out on tv without pants on and laying in a puddle of blood. Who's blood? Maybe a fans blood. Mind blown? I would bust a fan open and then lay my naked body in his blood.
Secretary: Yeah. He's talking about cutting people open and laying in their blood. He's just shouting at the piece of paper. I think he's crazy or he's possibly just still living out his day in the ring. We just need to get out out quickly. There's a kid crying. Just get down here now.
Ron: To be ceo, you have to be wreckless and put people on edge. I'm just the man to make investors weary about putting any money into this product. I'm just to man, to make people afraid to even show up to our shows. But get this, they will show up to see what I do next. To see what idea I come up with next. To see who I put against the world champion, in a iron man breakdance match. I will bring it...... most of the time. Other times I will likely be sleeping during the shows. I can't be bothered to always give this company my full attention. So why am I good for this job? Because I'm ron gibson, the destroyer of the world.
*Security comes down and here's him talking about destroying the world**
Security: TERRORIST!!!!!!
Ron: What?
Security: Secure him!
*The security tackles gibson and they crash through the window. They begin beating him down, as we fade out to a bloody beaten ron gibson. His face scratched up, his suit ripped to shreads, and a shoe being violently slapped across his face. The secretary picks up the application ron was filling out. Only to find out, it was mainly scribbles and pictures of women with big boobs. She takes it to the shredder and does everyone a pleasure of never seeing it*