Post by Ron Gibson on Mar 20, 2009 23:08:16 GMT -6
**Inside Lucky Mckee's Gentleman Club. Dirty Deal sits at the bar and watches as amber is forced to dance for hundreds of dirty old fat men. They sit back and laugh. Amber tries to leave but ron pulls out a sawed off shotgun, he points it in her direction and sways her back.**
Curtis: umm... where the hell did you get that?
Ron: Don't worry. It's just one of those guns that shoot air pellets. Only harmful if you shoot it directly in someone eye. Hold this russell...
**Ron passes it off to russell and keeps his finger on the trigger, it gets pulled as he hands it off, sending a 200 mph air ball in his eye.**
Russell: MAH EYE!!!!!!
Ron: oops...
Curtis: That's going to hurt... alot.... ouch...
Ron: He'll be fine, he just need to run some water on it.
Russell: oooh mah gawd... it feels like my cornea is gone....
Ron: stop being a baby. Else I'm just going to name you sexy jason, that's how your acting now. Boooohoooooooo I want amber back. When you didn't even treat her right when you had her. Just look at all the money we're making right now. She shakes what god gave her and we earn 10%... plus 89% tax.
Curtis: I never see any of this money....
Ron: don't worry. I'm putting it all in the bank under the ron kanyon.
Curtis: I think I have a cousin named ron...
Ron: son of a bitch better not try taking my money.
Curtis: If I do... I think he's one of those tards we stick in the corner and never talk to. Should be safe.
Ron: Good... good.... now to business. Not that what she's doing isn't business but sexually repressed jason. Said something thoughtful. He said that if he didn't win sunday night, he will never get amber back. I honestly think that's good news for us. Ever since she came in the picture, we had to keep dealing with this asshole. Hence putting our tag team title dream on hold. It's getting a bit annoying. Sure she's hot... a bit chunky but hot but no team should be forced out of their true dream in life. If we win and he still continues this... I'm thinking we send her to china to work in a sweatshop. It's honestly the only way to to solve the problem but still be winner in the end.
Curtis: yeah. She can be used to massively produce children for resale.
Ron: even better.
Russell: Noooooo...ooowwww....
Ron: Now this mysterious stranger. What was the point of even cutting a promo? ooooh.... hyping up your match. Buddy you just ruined the element of surprise.
Curtis: you figured it out?
Ron: yes... It took me awhile but after thinking about all the names you named I figured it out. It didn't take me long... but I sat her and analyzed the dialogue. The tone of his voice gave it away instantly after hearing him speak over and over. You see curtis... we're facing none other than.... Skeletor. It makes perfect sense if you think about it. Think about it.... who is else is boneheaded enough to team with him?
Curtis: ....
Russell: ooowwww.... that's retarded... OUCH!!!!!
Curtis: ....brillant. You figured it out. So what is he going to come out with a sketch of him or the actual skeletor?
Ron: duh... skeletor in person. A sketch of him would just be plain silly, curtis.
Curtis: good point.
**Russell is really hurting on the floor.... but actually he's watching amber shake her ass by pretending his eye hurts.**
Ron: so yeah man... probably the dumbest move by him. Though technically him being on television didn't really help. If I would've thought of it in the first place, it would've been easy to figure out. Jason... don't worry. The crowd here gets pretty rough. Last week a girl got shot... amber will be lucky if she escape with a few bruises on her face. Which is alot worse than skimmed knees, even though she's used to it.
Curtis: I really enjoyed his threat. You're going to wish... we never were in the same ring as you.
Ron: Yeah. Must be the roid rage. Must be hitting the juice pretty hard... getting more determined than ever to win slutty slut slut back. We've beat him from normal to retarded to upright braindead. Yet he thinks... that with a partner now that it's going to change? That with finally someone watching his back... the end is going to be different? Come on. You're just killing brain cells by doing that stuff man. You know what is even sadder, curtis.
Curtis: what?
Ron: that this is taking place at madison square garden. A building where the best ever have performed. Now jason gets to be part of that history... up there with the jordans, ali's, hogan's, and everyone else. Jason's name will forever betold in the history of madison square garden. Curtis... it's our duty to make it is his last stay in new york city. To haunt him so much that he never wants to step foot in the city itself. Else... we will be the ones who have to live with such disgust.
Curtis: shouldn't be a problem.
Ron: i know... i just wanted to let jason think he had a chance to win. Fuc...
Russell: No.
Ron: LOSER!!!!
**The camera zooms out, as we stare at amber shaking her good for about 10 mins.**
Curtis: umm... where the hell did you get that?
Ron: Don't worry. It's just one of those guns that shoot air pellets. Only harmful if you shoot it directly in someone eye. Hold this russell...
**Ron passes it off to russell and keeps his finger on the trigger, it gets pulled as he hands it off, sending a 200 mph air ball in his eye.**
Russell: MAH EYE!!!!!!
Ron: oops...
Curtis: That's going to hurt... alot.... ouch...
Ron: He'll be fine, he just need to run some water on it.
Russell: oooh mah gawd... it feels like my cornea is gone....
Ron: stop being a baby. Else I'm just going to name you sexy jason, that's how your acting now. Boooohoooooooo I want amber back. When you didn't even treat her right when you had her. Just look at all the money we're making right now. She shakes what god gave her and we earn 10%... plus 89% tax.
Curtis: I never see any of this money....
Ron: don't worry. I'm putting it all in the bank under the ron kanyon.
Curtis: I think I have a cousin named ron...
Ron: son of a bitch better not try taking my money.
Curtis: If I do... I think he's one of those tards we stick in the corner and never talk to. Should be safe.
Ron: Good... good.... now to business. Not that what she's doing isn't business but sexually repressed jason. Said something thoughtful. He said that if he didn't win sunday night, he will never get amber back. I honestly think that's good news for us. Ever since she came in the picture, we had to keep dealing with this asshole. Hence putting our tag team title dream on hold. It's getting a bit annoying. Sure she's hot... a bit chunky but hot but no team should be forced out of their true dream in life. If we win and he still continues this... I'm thinking we send her to china to work in a sweatshop. It's honestly the only way to to solve the problem but still be winner in the end.
Curtis: yeah. She can be used to massively produce children for resale.
Ron: even better.
Russell: Noooooo...ooowwww....
Ron: Now this mysterious stranger. What was the point of even cutting a promo? ooooh.... hyping up your match. Buddy you just ruined the element of surprise.
Curtis: you figured it out?
Ron: yes... It took me awhile but after thinking about all the names you named I figured it out. It didn't take me long... but I sat her and analyzed the dialogue. The tone of his voice gave it away instantly after hearing him speak over and over. You see curtis... we're facing none other than.... Skeletor. It makes perfect sense if you think about it. Think about it.... who is else is boneheaded enough to team with him?
Curtis: ....
Russell: ooowwww.... that's retarded... OUCH!!!!!
Curtis: ....brillant. You figured it out. So what is he going to come out with a sketch of him or the actual skeletor?
Ron: duh... skeletor in person. A sketch of him would just be plain silly, curtis.
Curtis: good point.
**Russell is really hurting on the floor.... but actually he's watching amber shake her ass by pretending his eye hurts.**
Ron: so yeah man... probably the dumbest move by him. Though technically him being on television didn't really help. If I would've thought of it in the first place, it would've been easy to figure out. Jason... don't worry. The crowd here gets pretty rough. Last week a girl got shot... amber will be lucky if she escape with a few bruises on her face. Which is alot worse than skimmed knees, even though she's used to it.
Curtis: I really enjoyed his threat. You're going to wish... we never were in the same ring as you.
Ron: Yeah. Must be the roid rage. Must be hitting the juice pretty hard... getting more determined than ever to win slutty slut slut back. We've beat him from normal to retarded to upright braindead. Yet he thinks... that with a partner now that it's going to change? That with finally someone watching his back... the end is going to be different? Come on. You're just killing brain cells by doing that stuff man. You know what is even sadder, curtis.
Curtis: what?
Ron: that this is taking place at madison square garden. A building where the best ever have performed. Now jason gets to be part of that history... up there with the jordans, ali's, hogan's, and everyone else. Jason's name will forever betold in the history of madison square garden. Curtis... it's our duty to make it is his last stay in new york city. To haunt him so much that he never wants to step foot in the city itself. Else... we will be the ones who have to live with such disgust.
Curtis: shouldn't be a problem.
Ron: i know... i just wanted to let jason think he had a chance to win. Fuc...
Russell: No.
Ron: LOSER!!!!
**The camera zooms out, as we stare at amber shaking her good for about 10 mins.**