Post by Ron Gibson on May 27, 2009 20:30:52 GMT -6
**Ron is shown pacing around the Dirty Deal mobile locker room. Which is still parked outside the arena from sunday's show. Amber stands there, as ron just shakes his head every time he passes her. This time he raises his hand to her....**
Amber: No... please don't....
**Ron huffs and lowers his hand. He continues to pace, as he picks up a rock and busts a window on the mobile locker room. We hear a black man cry in pain, as the glass most likely lands in his face.**
Amber: I just...
Ron: Please stop.
**Ron stops and puts his head against the vehicle. Shaking his head.... he looks at amber and sweat begins to pour down the right side of his face. Amber's makeup begins to run down her face, as she is fearful of what could happen. Ron who seems to have his anger under control, as he's only laying in inanimate objects. Aside from the cat he punted but that can't be seen on tv. Yet we can still hear the yeowing sound it made in the far distance. Ron picks his head up.... blood leaks down it. Straight down over his eye and into his mouth, as he tastes it. Yet he doesn't wipe it away. Ron looks at amber again and begins his stalk walk towards her. As he gets closer, the belt is removed from his waste. As he's arm's length away from her, it has been wrapped around his fist. He winds up, pulls back, and is ready to launch a fist in the face of amber. But he stops, actually he was stopped. As curtis steps in front of him and catches the flying fist, which had amber's name written all over it. Ron looks at curtis, he smiles and drops his arm. The belt slips off his fist and buckle making a clanging sound as it hits the ground.**
Ron: Thanks. I know what's wrong and what's right. If I unleashed my hell upon our pretty faced mascot... that would be wrong. It wasn't her fault. She was not the close of my demise on collision. Jason did it... jason's actions almost caused me to ground and pound the face of daytime innocence but nighttime naughtiness. I thank you curtis. You're always there and stopping from doing foolish things. Amber... wrong place and wrong time. I already hurt you once, perhaps I blocked that out of my mind. You didn't hurt us.... jason's actions did.
Curtis: How is that even legal? Corrupt system if you ask me, considering it wasn't a fair pinfall by any measure.
Ron: Amber's three count would have lasted about 15 seconds... his lasted about six seconds. Not at all fair, but then again when you look at jason. When you look up and down his body, search his locker, rummage through his house.... it's obvious that he's not about being fair. He found a way to exploit the special referee and he took full advantage of it. Is he shameful? No. Happy? Yes. He helped earn his team a title shot. He helped earn him a title shot, as it will be dirty deal against jason. Jackhammer has been proven to be no less of a threat than a fat kid running a race. He can and will be taken care of quickly and quietly. He will not leave kicking and screaming... he will leave unconscious and reaking of death.
Curtis: Just a taste jackhammer... just a taste of what a beating from us is like. Make like a good partner, do what you normally do.... Nothing.
Ron: Jason.... I listened to what you said for once. Trust me, jackhammer doesn't want any of this. He's better off sitting in the corner, letting you do the work. As artificial made body is the best you have at winning. You exploit nature on a daily basis... you exploited the dirty deal queen.... you will not exploit us, as a tag team. You will not exploit the fans of this company by taking away our belt. Your out of options jason.... you simply need to show up and take what is meant for you.
Curtis: THE BEATING OF YOUR LIFE!!!! Trust me jason.... trust us jason. This defeat will fail to compare to the rest of the timeless beatings we have laid on you.
Ron: They can't trust each other. Jason comments about his loser partner all the time. He rags on him but then he expects him to be with him. Jackhammer he's not going to allow you to win this belt... you're simply going to be used. You're going to try and hurt us then jason's going to exploit you. Like he exploits everything else in his life.
Curtis: Try and hurt... good choice of words.
Ron: Yeah I'm not giving him credit at all. Afterall he thinks what we did on collision wasn't going to happen again. Didn't jason come out aswell? Yet we still delivered the pain to him.
Curtis: Exactly.
Ron: Sad.... another guy who's brain is one big veiny muscle. It's clouding his judgment and ultimately what we say happens will happen. Don't listen to him curtis. You broke him.... we broke him. Sunday night we destroy the lords. This victory will finally destroy a team that is hanging on it's last... string....
Curtis: Snip...snip...
**Curtis pulls out some scissors and cuts a piece of his.... then lets it drop of his hand and hit the floor. The eyes of ron and amber watch as the wind takes it away.**
Ron: As simple as ever. Jason you can remind us all you want about your 84 days of torture. You can remind us that you could be the first ever two time champion but then you would be filling us with the most useless information ever. We don't care about history... aside from the history involving us. We're co-champions... we work as a team whenever needed. When someone is down and looking at defeat... we help that man out. We stalk.... we prey upon.... WE SEEK OUT THAT VICTORY!!!! Curtis is my faithful companion...
Curtis: And ron is my faithful companion.
Amber: And I am....
Ron: ....
Curtis: .....
Ron: A team player I guess. Anyways.... we do what is right for the team. Co-champions or not, one of us will have the title in his grasp when the night is over.
Curtis: I hope you win.
Ron: No...no... I hope you win.
Amber: I hope you both win. It's key to downfall of the biggest tag team failure.
**Curtis takes the belt off and hands it to ron. Ron gives him half of it, they raise it in the air.**
Ron: We have only given you a taste... most of it a bad taste since we haven't won every match this month but we will make the big one count. We will shut jason up... we will hopefully shut jackhammer up for good since he either has a brain aneurysm or someone cut his tongue off.
Amber: maybe just an accent...
Curtis: Accent? Those aren't real.
Ron: Not much left to say.... because saying to much will get jason a bit to comfortable for my liking.
Curtis: I will get this... when I return....
Ron: from?
Curtis: You obviously didn't read the forums....
Ron: Forums?
**Russell Jenkins kicks open the door to the mobile locker room. He's screaming at the top of his lungs while glass and blood is covering his face. He trips on the stairs and smacks against the ground. Ron point to amber to take him in, this is when we fade out to amber driving like a reckless woman to the hospital**
Amber: No... please don't....
**Ron huffs and lowers his hand. He continues to pace, as he picks up a rock and busts a window on the mobile locker room. We hear a black man cry in pain, as the glass most likely lands in his face.**
Amber: I just...
Ron: Please stop.
**Ron stops and puts his head against the vehicle. Shaking his head.... he looks at amber and sweat begins to pour down the right side of his face. Amber's makeup begins to run down her face, as she is fearful of what could happen. Ron who seems to have his anger under control, as he's only laying in inanimate objects. Aside from the cat he punted but that can't be seen on tv. Yet we can still hear the yeowing sound it made in the far distance. Ron picks his head up.... blood leaks down it. Straight down over his eye and into his mouth, as he tastes it. Yet he doesn't wipe it away. Ron looks at amber again and begins his stalk walk towards her. As he gets closer, the belt is removed from his waste. As he's arm's length away from her, it has been wrapped around his fist. He winds up, pulls back, and is ready to launch a fist in the face of amber. But he stops, actually he was stopped. As curtis steps in front of him and catches the flying fist, which had amber's name written all over it. Ron looks at curtis, he smiles and drops his arm. The belt slips off his fist and buckle making a clanging sound as it hits the ground.**
Ron: Thanks. I know what's wrong and what's right. If I unleashed my hell upon our pretty faced mascot... that would be wrong. It wasn't her fault. She was not the close of my demise on collision. Jason did it... jason's actions almost caused me to ground and pound the face of daytime innocence but nighttime naughtiness. I thank you curtis. You're always there and stopping from doing foolish things. Amber... wrong place and wrong time. I already hurt you once, perhaps I blocked that out of my mind. You didn't hurt us.... jason's actions did.
Curtis: How is that even legal? Corrupt system if you ask me, considering it wasn't a fair pinfall by any measure.
Ron: Amber's three count would have lasted about 15 seconds... his lasted about six seconds. Not at all fair, but then again when you look at jason. When you look up and down his body, search his locker, rummage through his house.... it's obvious that he's not about being fair. He found a way to exploit the special referee and he took full advantage of it. Is he shameful? No. Happy? Yes. He helped earn his team a title shot. He helped earn him a title shot, as it will be dirty deal against jason. Jackhammer has been proven to be no less of a threat than a fat kid running a race. He can and will be taken care of quickly and quietly. He will not leave kicking and screaming... he will leave unconscious and reaking of death.
Curtis: Just a taste jackhammer... just a taste of what a beating from us is like. Make like a good partner, do what you normally do.... Nothing.
Ron: Jason.... I listened to what you said for once. Trust me, jackhammer doesn't want any of this. He's better off sitting in the corner, letting you do the work. As artificial made body is the best you have at winning. You exploit nature on a daily basis... you exploited the dirty deal queen.... you will not exploit us, as a tag team. You will not exploit the fans of this company by taking away our belt. Your out of options jason.... you simply need to show up and take what is meant for you.
Curtis: THE BEATING OF YOUR LIFE!!!! Trust me jason.... trust us jason. This defeat will fail to compare to the rest of the timeless beatings we have laid on you.
Ron: They can't trust each other. Jason comments about his loser partner all the time. He rags on him but then he expects him to be with him. Jackhammer he's not going to allow you to win this belt... you're simply going to be used. You're going to try and hurt us then jason's going to exploit you. Like he exploits everything else in his life.
Curtis: Try and hurt... good choice of words.
Ron: Yeah I'm not giving him credit at all. Afterall he thinks what we did on collision wasn't going to happen again. Didn't jason come out aswell? Yet we still delivered the pain to him.
Curtis: Exactly.
Ron: Sad.... another guy who's brain is one big veiny muscle. It's clouding his judgment and ultimately what we say happens will happen. Don't listen to him curtis. You broke him.... we broke him. Sunday night we destroy the lords. This victory will finally destroy a team that is hanging on it's last... string....
Curtis: Snip...snip...
**Curtis pulls out some scissors and cuts a piece of his.... then lets it drop of his hand and hit the floor. The eyes of ron and amber watch as the wind takes it away.**
Ron: As simple as ever. Jason you can remind us all you want about your 84 days of torture. You can remind us that you could be the first ever two time champion but then you would be filling us with the most useless information ever. We don't care about history... aside from the history involving us. We're co-champions... we work as a team whenever needed. When someone is down and looking at defeat... we help that man out. We stalk.... we prey upon.... WE SEEK OUT THAT VICTORY!!!! Curtis is my faithful companion...
Curtis: And ron is my faithful companion.
Amber: And I am....
Ron: ....
Curtis: .....
Ron: A team player I guess. Anyways.... we do what is right for the team. Co-champions or not, one of us will have the title in his grasp when the night is over.
Curtis: I hope you win.
Ron: No...no... I hope you win.
Amber: I hope you both win. It's key to downfall of the biggest tag team failure.
**Curtis takes the belt off and hands it to ron. Ron gives him half of it, they raise it in the air.**
Ron: We have only given you a taste... most of it a bad taste since we haven't won every match this month but we will make the big one count. We will shut jason up... we will hopefully shut jackhammer up for good since he either has a brain aneurysm or someone cut his tongue off.
Amber: maybe just an accent...
Curtis: Accent? Those aren't real.
Ron: Not much left to say.... because saying to much will get jason a bit to comfortable for my liking.
Curtis: I will get this... when I return....
Ron: from?
Curtis: You obviously didn't read the forums....
Ron: Forums?
**Russell Jenkins kicks open the door to the mobile locker room. He's screaming at the top of his lungs while glass and blood is covering his face. He trips on the stairs and smacks against the ground. Ron point to amber to take him in, this is when we fade out to amber driving like a reckless woman to the hospital**