Post by Ron Gibson on Apr 22, 2009 23:37:28 GMT -6
**Just outside a gas station in the middle of nowhere, ron gibson jumps out of the mobile rv locker room. He holds a bucket in his hand and curtis shoves amber out to the ground. Ron walks over and gets the some of the water inside the windshield cleaner. Then he pulls out his rag... looks at the squeegee... looks at amber... looks at curtis... looks at the squeegee. Then he walks over to her... he takes the squeegee and starts cleaning up her face. He dumps the dirty water all over her clean sexy body and then squeegee's her face... arms... back... ass... and lower. Curtis smiles, as ron gets the job done**
Ron: Yeah... we may have made a mistake. Russell jenkins was way to fair last week in the tag team match. We had it won, he just didn't go over the rules with the referee when burns and angel were trying sneaky stuff. Hence... why they were able to get away with more then the eye could see. That's ok...
Curtis: ok?
Ron: It's definetly ok. We win some... we lose some. It's probably just faiths way of making us more angry then usual, for the next time we cross paths someone is going to die. I'd like to bring this up.... for once.... when we lose.... CAN I STOP BEING PINNED? I mean honestly... it's unfair. You give me a near concussion, the least you could do is give curtis a full concussion and pin him for once...
**Ron spits on amber's forehead and shines it up all nice for her. She doesn't look happy but ron and curtis give her thumbs up for top notch beauty**
Ron: That's why we need her... we need to make her all pretty. Make her a distraction in our match, just for the added comfort. Seeing as I don't stick around to see any of these other losers. So I know nothing about Kristoff. Though I do take your words into consideration curtis. You actually have had a successful singles career... while I haven't. The difference between this match and other matches. I can just pick up what I want. Why use a fist.... when I could use a cinder block?
Curtis: Maybe even a block of ice?
Ron: Freezing the competition... i see the symbolism there.
Amber: Doesn't matter... even if jason doesn't get the job done. The rest of the men in that ring can get it done. This is what you always do.... underestimate the talent.
Ron: Actually... that's what I always do... and I lose because of it. This is different... I can use weapons. I already trained by watching the fitness channel.
Amber: I was the only one working out....
Ron: But I complemented you when you were. That's got to add something to my strength or stamina. Maybe speed? Vision defintely, as I seen everything that was going on. So i know how to work out right, just I lacked in the physical part of that.
Amber: You should...
**Dumps more dirty water on her....**
Ron: yeah.. drink that dirty water bitch. I want you to poison those who try and steal from us sunday with your nasty whore breathe. So lethal, you can smell the taste of millions of men.
Curtis: I smell chicken....
Russell: ......
Ron: Don't do it...
Curtis: NO!!!
Russell: ......where?
Ron: GAWD!!!! Let's get down to it... Xtreme title. We are stuck competing with each other in friendly competition. We are stuck acting as if we care enough to hurt one another.... maybe get alittle angry at you?
Curtis: You got pinned... LOSAH!!
Ron: Harsh...
Curtis: Ok... yeah I'm sorry. Just wanted to...
Ron: Curtis Kanyon.... more like Curtis Crotch crabs.
Curtis: What?
Ron: Yeah sorry... we don't need to fight. We don't need to maim each other. We merely need to take what they give and return with alot more. bang. Who knows.... maybe you will win or maybe I will win. Honestly I would put my money on you.
Curtis: No dude... I would put this mobile locker room on you. You're money in these big matches.... aside from the last few.
Ron: Huh...
Curtis: Nothing.
**Ron looks at curtis. Straight into his eyes, he tries to read him but curtis just gives him the blankest stare ever. It vibes ron gibson that nothing is there, nothing is going on in his mind. He looks at russell and read his mind immediately but when he tries to read curtis, he slams into a brick wall.**
Ron: ouch...
Curtis: what?
**A brick wall figuratively speaking.... idiot.**
Ron: So in a bit of uninteresting news.... Jason? Sexually Assailed Jason, yeah.... him. He thinks amber gives us 10%. I liked to see where he gets that **** from. Just as though he thinks I give her ****? Jason... honestly? I treat her like a queen. I think it's just you treated her like trash that she expected otherwise when reverting to dirty deal property. She thought she would sit on her ass all day... while we brought the bacon in. We had to.... show her that's now how it works. We have to makee her pay for having such an easy stay. We have to teach her how you broke her, expecting that everything is handed to her because she is pretty. Well look at her... she is pretty but pretty dirty deal style. Her clothes are ripped... hair smell like a shirt use to dump human waste on... her face looks like someone threw dirt at it...
**Curtis is throwing dirt at amber.... but ron yells at him.**
Curtis: Sorry... you were running out of pg descriptive words.
Ron: Now I have to wash it again.... We have treated her like every woman of the south is treated. Like an angel. Look...
**Ron squeezes her face....**
Ron: LOOK AT THAT!!!! That is what you fought so long at regaining but failed. Thankfully because of that she still has her innocence. You're just going to live with it jason, failed opportunity after opportunity does not give you the right to bring up her name anymore. Leave her out of this... let her swim in filth we give put her through. Let you flop around in the beatings we put into you.
**Ron looks at the list of opponents, since memory is not on his side. The concussion from last collision is possibly still effecting him.**
Ron: Joe Sexwitheveryman... skip....
Curtis: good one.
Ron: Jackhammer... that's who I wanted to touch upon. This guy is harsh. Sure I've lost a few matches, sure I have no credibility. What credibility do I need when i swing a pipe at your head? Huh... who cares about the past when you yourself will soon be having issues remembering such events. Little to no talent? How is it going to feel... I want to remember that. Put it in the back of your head because that statement... little to no talent. I will not forget, I will not forgive. As you lie motionless... maybe twitching... depends on how much hate I deliver with my blow to your skull. Little to no skill.... Xtreme rules. Thankfully it doesn't take any skills to crush your skull into a thick powdery substance. Lastly... Bates.
Curtis: Yes.... kristoff to be exact.
Ron: Yeah... I may be alittle off my rocker. As I still hear the ringing in my ears... after that cripple kicked me with either his bum leg or his good leg. Then made me get pinned to the mat by that usa tv show.... You sir. You are the only one that thinks me and curtis would fight over a title. Take our partnership... flush it down the drain for a title we aren't guaranteed to win. Well we will win it... but it doesn't matter. Either... he or I win, it still pushes us up to the high office where we get paid the big bucks. It's just nice, that a person like you bates would help a woman like jason. Afterall you have your dead mother locked up in your house overlooking bates motel.
Curtis: .....
Amber: ....
Russell: .....still looking for that chicken.
Curtis: Kristoff... not norman.
Ron: What? Yeah... yeah.... Ruin my damn spiel asshole. Jason is womanly and he can't exact revenge by himself but lowering yourself to help someone that is lower than everyone in this match? Sadness. He doesn't need confidence... he needs to go home. Permanently because he never gains anything by being in our matches. Hell even that time he tried to attack us after a match... still backfired. He's a lost cause.... soon you will be too. We've washed out hands in ncw filth for too long. We fully expect it to pay off this sunday. The Xtreme championship is welcomed substitution for the time being.
**Ron crumbles his list. Then digs his hand in the bucket, cups the water, drinks it, and then spits it in amber's hair. As we fade out to him squeegeeing her hair.**
Ron: Yeah... we may have made a mistake. Russell jenkins was way to fair last week in the tag team match. We had it won, he just didn't go over the rules with the referee when burns and angel were trying sneaky stuff. Hence... why they were able to get away with more then the eye could see. That's ok...
Curtis: ok?
Ron: It's definetly ok. We win some... we lose some. It's probably just faiths way of making us more angry then usual, for the next time we cross paths someone is going to die. I'd like to bring this up.... for once.... when we lose.... CAN I STOP BEING PINNED? I mean honestly... it's unfair. You give me a near concussion, the least you could do is give curtis a full concussion and pin him for once...
**Ron spits on amber's forehead and shines it up all nice for her. She doesn't look happy but ron and curtis give her thumbs up for top notch beauty**
Ron: That's why we need her... we need to make her all pretty. Make her a distraction in our match, just for the added comfort. Seeing as I don't stick around to see any of these other losers. So I know nothing about Kristoff. Though I do take your words into consideration curtis. You actually have had a successful singles career... while I haven't. The difference between this match and other matches. I can just pick up what I want. Why use a fist.... when I could use a cinder block?
Curtis: Maybe even a block of ice?
Ron: Freezing the competition... i see the symbolism there.
Amber: Doesn't matter... even if jason doesn't get the job done. The rest of the men in that ring can get it done. This is what you always do.... underestimate the talent.
Ron: Actually... that's what I always do... and I lose because of it. This is different... I can use weapons. I already trained by watching the fitness channel.
Amber: I was the only one working out....
Ron: But I complemented you when you were. That's got to add something to my strength or stamina. Maybe speed? Vision defintely, as I seen everything that was going on. So i know how to work out right, just I lacked in the physical part of that.
Amber: You should...
**Dumps more dirty water on her....**
Ron: yeah.. drink that dirty water bitch. I want you to poison those who try and steal from us sunday with your nasty whore breathe. So lethal, you can smell the taste of millions of men.
Curtis: I smell chicken....
Russell: ......
Ron: Don't do it...
Curtis: NO!!!
Russell: ......where?
Ron: GAWD!!!! Let's get down to it... Xtreme title. We are stuck competing with each other in friendly competition. We are stuck acting as if we care enough to hurt one another.... maybe get alittle angry at you?
Curtis: You got pinned... LOSAH!!
Ron: Harsh...
Curtis: Ok... yeah I'm sorry. Just wanted to...
Ron: Curtis Kanyon.... more like Curtis Crotch crabs.
Curtis: What?
Ron: Yeah sorry... we don't need to fight. We don't need to maim each other. We merely need to take what they give and return with alot more. bang. Who knows.... maybe you will win or maybe I will win. Honestly I would put my money on you.
Curtis: No dude... I would put this mobile locker room on you. You're money in these big matches.... aside from the last few.
Ron: Huh...
Curtis: Nothing.
**Ron looks at curtis. Straight into his eyes, he tries to read him but curtis just gives him the blankest stare ever. It vibes ron gibson that nothing is there, nothing is going on in his mind. He looks at russell and read his mind immediately but when he tries to read curtis, he slams into a brick wall.**
Ron: ouch...
Curtis: what?
**A brick wall figuratively speaking.... idiot.**
Ron: So in a bit of uninteresting news.... Jason? Sexually Assailed Jason, yeah.... him. He thinks amber gives us 10%. I liked to see where he gets that **** from. Just as though he thinks I give her ****? Jason... honestly? I treat her like a queen. I think it's just you treated her like trash that she expected otherwise when reverting to dirty deal property. She thought she would sit on her ass all day... while we brought the bacon in. We had to.... show her that's now how it works. We have to makee her pay for having such an easy stay. We have to teach her how you broke her, expecting that everything is handed to her because she is pretty. Well look at her... she is pretty but pretty dirty deal style. Her clothes are ripped... hair smell like a shirt use to dump human waste on... her face looks like someone threw dirt at it...
**Curtis is throwing dirt at amber.... but ron yells at him.**
Curtis: Sorry... you were running out of pg descriptive words.
Ron: Now I have to wash it again.... We have treated her like every woman of the south is treated. Like an angel. Look...
**Ron squeezes her face....**
Ron: LOOK AT THAT!!!! That is what you fought so long at regaining but failed. Thankfully because of that she still has her innocence. You're just going to live with it jason, failed opportunity after opportunity does not give you the right to bring up her name anymore. Leave her out of this... let her swim in filth we give put her through. Let you flop around in the beatings we put into you.
**Ron looks at the list of opponents, since memory is not on his side. The concussion from last collision is possibly still effecting him.**
Ron: Joe Sexwitheveryman... skip....
Curtis: good one.
Ron: Jackhammer... that's who I wanted to touch upon. This guy is harsh. Sure I've lost a few matches, sure I have no credibility. What credibility do I need when i swing a pipe at your head? Huh... who cares about the past when you yourself will soon be having issues remembering such events. Little to no talent? How is it going to feel... I want to remember that. Put it in the back of your head because that statement... little to no talent. I will not forget, I will not forgive. As you lie motionless... maybe twitching... depends on how much hate I deliver with my blow to your skull. Little to no skill.... Xtreme rules. Thankfully it doesn't take any skills to crush your skull into a thick powdery substance. Lastly... Bates.
Curtis: Yes.... kristoff to be exact.
Ron: Yeah... I may be alittle off my rocker. As I still hear the ringing in my ears... after that cripple kicked me with either his bum leg or his good leg. Then made me get pinned to the mat by that usa tv show.... You sir. You are the only one that thinks me and curtis would fight over a title. Take our partnership... flush it down the drain for a title we aren't guaranteed to win. Well we will win it... but it doesn't matter. Either... he or I win, it still pushes us up to the high office where we get paid the big bucks. It's just nice, that a person like you bates would help a woman like jason. Afterall you have your dead mother locked up in your house overlooking bates motel.
Curtis: .....
Amber: ....
Russell: .....still looking for that chicken.
Curtis: Kristoff... not norman.
Ron: What? Yeah... yeah.... Ruin my damn spiel asshole. Jason is womanly and he can't exact revenge by himself but lowering yourself to help someone that is lower than everyone in this match? Sadness. He doesn't need confidence... he needs to go home. Permanently because he never gains anything by being in our matches. Hell even that time he tried to attack us after a match... still backfired. He's a lost cause.... soon you will be too. We've washed out hands in ncw filth for too long. We fully expect it to pay off this sunday. The Xtreme championship is welcomed substitution for the time being.
**Ron crumbles his list. Then digs his hand in the bucket, cups the water, drinks it, and then spits it in amber's hair. As we fade out to him squeegeeing her hair.**