Post by Ron Gibson on Apr 26, 2009 0:09:47 GMT -6
**This is different from before... as Ron Gibson sits in the dark cold and watches the sky. He throws back a bottle of whiskey, then whips the empty bottle in the air. Pulling out his gun really fast and trying to shoot it. He misses it but it hits the ground and breaks... shatters to be exact. He believes mission has been accomplished. He looks around... no amber.... no curtis... no russell jenkins.... no distractions to sway him from the words which he wishes to spill. As a racoon comes out of the woods, bleeding this distraction does not help. As he gets up and walks over to it.... looking down. Watching it breathe and die out.**
Ron: This is where I make a joke about it being a raccoon and how it relates to my race hating ways. But I'm not... I'm going to hold it in and not allow myself to be distracted like in the past. I cost us the tag team belts on a few occasions... distracted. More concerned about berating those around me then those who are going to be opposed across the other sides of the ring. While they do deserve to be beaten with hate in words which only I can say, they're aren't the focal point here. People like... sexy jason? They are.
**Ron cocks back and spats a loogie right into the exposed body of the raccoon. Who struggles and inches himself to ron's foot. Perhaps trying to snip him... take a piece of flesh for an award.**
Ron: We've been down this road so many times. I've lost count and lost the words to just snap at you jason. I've lost all creativity that I come off as said "dumb redneck". Who can't understand English at all because during his weekends... instead of studing. He was out banging his cousins to get his rocks off.... Poor redneck is what I appear to be. Dumb... retarded.... sexual hungry enough to boink my own flesh and blood. That's how you see me, jason. It wouldn't be that much of a stretch to say that's how joe and bates see me aswell. I just reak of redneck ****.... that it disgust the entire locker room and makes them want to eat their own vomit to disguise the taste. And make them ignore what they think i am. News flash guys....
**Ron shoves his boot into the chest, as the raccoon continues to gush blood**
Ron: You're wrong... you pushed me hard to this. You pushed me into doing this assholes.... Will it be my fault when your paying out the ass in debt? No. Being so simple minded and giving into to such thoughts... it's your own fault. It's your own fault you're the retarded assholes backstage. The dimwits that believe I am the typical redneck who prefers that kind of company of woman. Jason...
**Ron puts his shoe on the head of the raccoon... he's about to step down but he takes his foot off**
Ron: Jason.... it doesn't get old with you. I talk... we talk... we berate... you try and berate... in the end you're always in the middle of the ring scraping your thoughts off the mat. Trying to understand what happened. This is what happened... DIRTY DEAL IS THE REASON YOU CAN'T REMEMBER FULLY! Don't act like you care about her. She's with us... she has come to realize this and she enjoys it. She puts an act on for the world to eat right from her hand... you buy... they buy it. Especially all the low lifes in this world who actually buy her services for the night. She has no fans... she sticks a mic in her hand by day.... and a whole different tool in her hands by night. She a night woman, men appreciate that more. Then freeing her from our captivity? Worry about jade... as she may take notice at amber's lovely life and join that side. Then it would just be you again jason. Walking around paranoid. Blaming us. Cursing us. The usual hate... but makes it more enjoyable this time.
**Ron stares, as the raccoon is merely bleeding out. Ron squats... and looks directly into his eyes. Watching for life to escape**
Ron: That I don't need jade... she would be a nice coin machine prize but taking that title from the grasps of everyone else is the game we want to play this week. Watching you... drop to your knees and weep again.... that will also be worth the full admission of pain which we are willing to receive.
**Ron takes his boot... places it on the raccoon's neck and squeezes... until it struggles no more and life is dark inside those small beedy eyes**
Ron: Bates... You're right. I don't get you... i wish you would just go away and allow me the opportunity to never see you again. You confuse me... I run around in circles trying to find the secret message inside what you say. There is none... you do this to annoy people like me. You try to make a point but the point is you don't have the balls to come straight and say how you feel. Me and curtis do... we get **** on it though. When we get beat... and go back out there the next week... we say it again. We just don't believe we're better then the likes of you... or any champion. We sweat and bleed and ejaculate better talent than you. We've proven it... it's just time for it to finally pay off. No strings attached... no one will be yanking me off stage. Wrapping that cane around my neck... pulling me from my opportunity to take grasp of actual championship gold... again. I did say me... curtis and I will do it as a team. There will be no love lost whoever gets the pin. It's just....
**Ron lifts his shoe up... then scraps remains on the grass near him**
Ron: things seem to be going my way tonight. Seeing as the time has already bled over into sunday. It may just be.... the night... Joe everyman wins.
Curtis: Huh...
**Distractions.... present again. Ron smiles as his partner has risen and walks in the dead of night. Ron doesn't finish his thought, instead goes a different way**
Ron: It was a joke. Since joe everybodylovesraymond has spoken finally. Joe seems to think. That even though... we are friendly on a regular basis. That we will fight it out for the title. We would break a bond and friendship that has lasted three years... for a title that either of us deserve.
Curtis: Jason thinks that too. I think jackhammer even said it.
Ron: Foolish. I'd take an std for you brother.... I'd take a prison rape if it meant saving you from a cornholing death.
Curtis: I'd take an std for you too... not one that makes your penis burn when you make pee. The prison thing though... I'd take a shank... from the end of a prison made shiv. But not... in the behind.
Ron: I get you... FOOLISH. That's what they are. You know though... it hasn't crossed their minds once.
Curtis: Don't say it.
Ron: I don't plan on it... if we get the opportunity. It will happen....
**Ron punts the raccoon away, and continues on**
Ron: So joe... if this is what you're banking on most. I wish best of luck on your future endeavors.... BECAUSE YOU WILL NOT BECOME EXTREME CHAMPION. Instead... just another body piled straight to the heavens above. Me and curtis are going to swim through all of these fallen souls soon enough. When we emerge...
Curtis: You...
Ron: Or... you. Shall be sporting something that catches the eyes of many. Hate us if you want...
Curtis: doing so would make you anti-american... thus you hate america.
**Ron and curtis, head off as the sun rises in the background**
Ron: This is where I make a joke about it being a raccoon and how it relates to my race hating ways. But I'm not... I'm going to hold it in and not allow myself to be distracted like in the past. I cost us the tag team belts on a few occasions... distracted. More concerned about berating those around me then those who are going to be opposed across the other sides of the ring. While they do deserve to be beaten with hate in words which only I can say, they're aren't the focal point here. People like... sexy jason? They are.
**Ron cocks back and spats a loogie right into the exposed body of the raccoon. Who struggles and inches himself to ron's foot. Perhaps trying to snip him... take a piece of flesh for an award.**
Ron: We've been down this road so many times. I've lost count and lost the words to just snap at you jason. I've lost all creativity that I come off as said "dumb redneck". Who can't understand English at all because during his weekends... instead of studing. He was out banging his cousins to get his rocks off.... Poor redneck is what I appear to be. Dumb... retarded.... sexual hungry enough to boink my own flesh and blood. That's how you see me, jason. It wouldn't be that much of a stretch to say that's how joe and bates see me aswell. I just reak of redneck ****.... that it disgust the entire locker room and makes them want to eat their own vomit to disguise the taste. And make them ignore what they think i am. News flash guys....
**Ron shoves his boot into the chest, as the raccoon continues to gush blood**
Ron: You're wrong... you pushed me hard to this. You pushed me into doing this assholes.... Will it be my fault when your paying out the ass in debt? No. Being so simple minded and giving into to such thoughts... it's your own fault. It's your own fault you're the retarded assholes backstage. The dimwits that believe I am the typical redneck who prefers that kind of company of woman. Jason...
**Ron puts his shoe on the head of the raccoon... he's about to step down but he takes his foot off**
Ron: Jason.... it doesn't get old with you. I talk... we talk... we berate... you try and berate... in the end you're always in the middle of the ring scraping your thoughts off the mat. Trying to understand what happened. This is what happened... DIRTY DEAL IS THE REASON YOU CAN'T REMEMBER FULLY! Don't act like you care about her. She's with us... she has come to realize this and she enjoys it. She puts an act on for the world to eat right from her hand... you buy... they buy it. Especially all the low lifes in this world who actually buy her services for the night. She has no fans... she sticks a mic in her hand by day.... and a whole different tool in her hands by night. She a night woman, men appreciate that more. Then freeing her from our captivity? Worry about jade... as she may take notice at amber's lovely life and join that side. Then it would just be you again jason. Walking around paranoid. Blaming us. Cursing us. The usual hate... but makes it more enjoyable this time.
**Ron stares, as the raccoon is merely bleeding out. Ron squats... and looks directly into his eyes. Watching for life to escape**
Ron: That I don't need jade... she would be a nice coin machine prize but taking that title from the grasps of everyone else is the game we want to play this week. Watching you... drop to your knees and weep again.... that will also be worth the full admission of pain which we are willing to receive.
**Ron takes his boot... places it on the raccoon's neck and squeezes... until it struggles no more and life is dark inside those small beedy eyes**
Ron: Bates... You're right. I don't get you... i wish you would just go away and allow me the opportunity to never see you again. You confuse me... I run around in circles trying to find the secret message inside what you say. There is none... you do this to annoy people like me. You try to make a point but the point is you don't have the balls to come straight and say how you feel. Me and curtis do... we get **** on it though. When we get beat... and go back out there the next week... we say it again. We just don't believe we're better then the likes of you... or any champion. We sweat and bleed and ejaculate better talent than you. We've proven it... it's just time for it to finally pay off. No strings attached... no one will be yanking me off stage. Wrapping that cane around my neck... pulling me from my opportunity to take grasp of actual championship gold... again. I did say me... curtis and I will do it as a team. There will be no love lost whoever gets the pin. It's just....
**Ron lifts his shoe up... then scraps remains on the grass near him**
Ron: things seem to be going my way tonight. Seeing as the time has already bled over into sunday. It may just be.... the night... Joe everyman wins.
Curtis: Huh...
**Distractions.... present again. Ron smiles as his partner has risen and walks in the dead of night. Ron doesn't finish his thought, instead goes a different way**
Ron: It was a joke. Since joe everybodylovesraymond has spoken finally. Joe seems to think. That even though... we are friendly on a regular basis. That we will fight it out for the title. We would break a bond and friendship that has lasted three years... for a title that either of us deserve.
Curtis: Jason thinks that too. I think jackhammer even said it.
Ron: Foolish. I'd take an std for you brother.... I'd take a prison rape if it meant saving you from a cornholing death.
Curtis: I'd take an std for you too... not one that makes your penis burn when you make pee. The prison thing though... I'd take a shank... from the end of a prison made shiv. But not... in the behind.
Ron: I get you... FOOLISH. That's what they are. You know though... it hasn't crossed their minds once.
Curtis: Don't say it.
Ron: I don't plan on it... if we get the opportunity. It will happen....
**Ron punts the raccoon away, and continues on**
Ron: So joe... if this is what you're banking on most. I wish best of luck on your future endeavors.... BECAUSE YOU WILL NOT BECOME EXTREME CHAMPION. Instead... just another body piled straight to the heavens above. Me and curtis are going to swim through all of these fallen souls soon enough. When we emerge...
Curtis: You...
Ron: Or... you. Shall be sporting something that catches the eyes of many. Hate us if you want...
Curtis: doing so would make you anti-american... thus you hate america.
**Ron and curtis, head off as the sun rises in the background**