Post by Ron Gibson on Jan 9, 2009 23:04:30 GMT -6
*Ronald Gibson is sitting around thinking of a hot juicy meats to eat. In early celebration of sunday's title victory.*
Russell: You can't think that...
Ron: screw that... my thoughts aren't going to be censored. Plus only one sick pervert would take it the way I thought it. Are you a sick pervert? Are you as messed up as half the guys in this company or on to catch a predator? Huh... just answer me! Well atleast one man went balls to wall. Though me and curtis do that all the time, I'm speaking of one davey ortega. Who just decided to come from hiding after I mentioned him. He must take kindly to one speaking not in his face. He must not take kindly to one verbally slapping the taste out of both him and his partners mouth. See davey... you need the history lesson. Unlike us, we don't care about the upper anchovies. We don't care about what you did for this dump of a company because this place was a beating heart... thumping slowly.......slowly.... slowing down after each thump. When dirty deal arrived here... out of critical condition and now on it's way to a healthy recovery. The "Upper Etch-O-Sketch" is not an idea. It's a lost thought, something that didn't matter. Me and curtis have already shaken the board... erasing away any existence of you guys. It was there for a time... it was there for a short period. Now that you two don't matter anymore, the deal is set in stone. No one can change the way life is going to play out for us. No one is going to stop us from takin' dem belts.
*Ron pauses for a second*
Ron: Boys... you need to understand, curtis and I have already made a compromise. One which can't be broken.... until it gives us the victory. The rest of you, aside from davey jones and jack moonshine. Need to listen.... me and curtis can only say it so many times. No matter how many times... no matter what language... spanish... black... asian...
Russell: those aren't languages.
Ron: you speak of not truth. No matter what language, you still go on making empty claims and broken promises to fans around the world. You eat your words no matter if you speak them or not. If you're thinking it, the migraines just eat you alive. You fool no one but yourselves. I guess it's worth it though... otherwise you would have nothing to work for. You would get no satisfaction from even showing up. Just to eat our boots over and over again... am i right nazi's? Does that sounds like entertainment for anyone but us? Is it eating you alive freedom fighters, just knowing dirty deal can climb that ladder so ***damn easy just to knock you off with little energy? Aside from that holiday fluke ofcourse. Rednecks... well you know already but we don't mind proving it again. Afterall.... they couldn't even air the beatdown we gave you boys.
*Ron proudly wearing his White "Powder" t-shirt. Snickering like a child... keeping himself from crying on the outside*
Ron: we really don't have to wait much longer. Walk about your every day lives with your head in the air boys.... confident only in thought. Dirty Deal... will fulfill the filthy compromise we set out to, after signing on that dotted line. Ready?
*Ron just walks away, camera turns to see him take his sweet ass time down the street.**
Russell: You can't think that...
Ron: screw that... my thoughts aren't going to be censored. Plus only one sick pervert would take it the way I thought it. Are you a sick pervert? Are you as messed up as half the guys in this company or on to catch a predator? Huh... just answer me! Well atleast one man went balls to wall. Though me and curtis do that all the time, I'm speaking of one davey ortega. Who just decided to come from hiding after I mentioned him. He must take kindly to one speaking not in his face. He must not take kindly to one verbally slapping the taste out of both him and his partners mouth. See davey... you need the history lesson. Unlike us, we don't care about the upper anchovies. We don't care about what you did for this dump of a company because this place was a beating heart... thumping slowly.......slowly.... slowing down after each thump. When dirty deal arrived here... out of critical condition and now on it's way to a healthy recovery. The "Upper Etch-O-Sketch" is not an idea. It's a lost thought, something that didn't matter. Me and curtis have already shaken the board... erasing away any existence of you guys. It was there for a time... it was there for a short period. Now that you two don't matter anymore, the deal is set in stone. No one can change the way life is going to play out for us. No one is going to stop us from takin' dem belts.
*Ron pauses for a second*
Ron: Boys... you need to understand, curtis and I have already made a compromise. One which can't be broken.... until it gives us the victory. The rest of you, aside from davey jones and jack moonshine. Need to listen.... me and curtis can only say it so many times. No matter how many times... no matter what language... spanish... black... asian...
Russell: those aren't languages.
Ron: you speak of not truth. No matter what language, you still go on making empty claims and broken promises to fans around the world. You eat your words no matter if you speak them or not. If you're thinking it, the migraines just eat you alive. You fool no one but yourselves. I guess it's worth it though... otherwise you would have nothing to work for. You would get no satisfaction from even showing up. Just to eat our boots over and over again... am i right nazi's? Does that sounds like entertainment for anyone but us? Is it eating you alive freedom fighters, just knowing dirty deal can climb that ladder so ***damn easy just to knock you off with little energy? Aside from that holiday fluke ofcourse. Rednecks... well you know already but we don't mind proving it again. Afterall.... they couldn't even air the beatdown we gave you boys.
*Ron proudly wearing his White "Powder" t-shirt. Snickering like a child... keeping himself from crying on the outside*
Ron: we really don't have to wait much longer. Walk about your every day lives with your head in the air boys.... confident only in thought. Dirty Deal... will fulfill the filthy compromise we set out to, after signing on that dotted line. Ready?
*Ron just walks away, camera turns to see him take his sweet ass time down the street.**