Post by Ron Gibson on May 30, 2009 22:05:52 GMT -6
**Different scene from once. Ron Gibson standing against the mobile locker room is shown staring at Gold's Gym. As he leans back chugging down on some chocolate milk, he takes notice of every muscle bound freak that heads in and comes out. Some small... many big.... few freakish abnormal.... he just stares at each of these. Curtis is inside doing god knows what, while amber peaks out the window as her hands can't be seen. Ron tosses his bottle of chocolate milk at the front doors of gold's gym. Then watches as the angry muscle men with loose tank tops stare him down. He doesn't make a motion at them, instead he blinks and tries not to care if he's about to be pounded in two.**
Ron: Well... I figured jason might be here. He's still into this kind of thing. He has to be ready for that camera to focus on his perfectly toned body. No imperfections... his wrestling game may be **** but he can't have any imperfections in the way he looks. I figured I catch him in overtime here at gold's gym. Since last time he still had a few pounds to shed but then again to shed those ugly pounds all he needs to do is punch his new doll jade in her ugly vagina and all will be good but not forgotten. As whenever dirty deal gets a look at her ugly mug.... we just have the sudden urge to purge the night away. Wasting all that alcohol which is a damn shame. That's why I'm drinking this ****, get on some pounds and if something happen my beer money won't be wasted. So jason... since you're not here? Where exactly are you? What box did you decide to crawl under and wait out the rest of the weekend man? Maybe have an accident... drop a dumbbell on your head? Possibly did you maybe hit the wrong vei....
Russell: No.
Ron: You're right... totally traceable their probably up the...
Russell: No.
Ron: Nonetheless... it's shame you haven't come back to say much anything to get my hopes down for sunday. Afterall you still think you're going to win. You still think that you're walking out with our titles? Right. Again it's possible you came to your senses and know that the only thing you leaving sunday with is probably the most satisfyingly beatdown in ncw history. We won a trophy from you already.... one that is satisfying in each and every way. You replaced that instantly. I'm guessing as soon as you lose this match jason. You're just going to go get a replacement title. World Title? Nah.... National? Maybe. I kind of see you as the guy that goes out of his way to make his own title. Not something that everyone else wants to win.
**Curtis pops out as he loves the name game**
Ron: Just not sure where you would go with that one...
Curtis: NCW most rockin' abs championship.
Ron: NCW Balding Championship.... you know he's balding but tries to hide it.
Curtis: good one... how about.... NCW Juice Abuse Championship.
Ron: Let's go with the obvious choice curtis. NCW Nothing Ever Accomplished Championship. You never will accomplish anything, until you decide to go on your merry way and find other people to beat on. Maybr the up and comers... the guys that have nothing to loose. You have had no extended luck streak against us, jason. You don't give up.... you keep giving... and giving... and giving... WE TAKE!!!!
Curtis: He never gives up.
Ron: He will give up. His career will go nowhere until he stops trying to get revenge on us. This beating that we have saved up will finally knock him free of his love for us. It will send him on the straight and narrow path into other matches... other opponents.... You just need to follow the yellow brick road.
Amber: Follow the yellow brick road?
Curtis: FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD!
Russell: Follow the colored road?
Ron: Follow the yellow brick road.... FOLLOW... FOLLOW... FOLLOW... FOLLOW... FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD!
Russell: Ah... follow the yell...
Ron: Shut up you colored. Just incase jason, you don't know what yellow is. If you're not familiar with that color. Just go into a bathroom or maybe grab that mirror from jade if she has one. Honestly no amount of makeup will cover up that face. She don't need it... you do. Take that thing.... put it above your head. If you hold it right, I know your pecs go all the day to your back. It may be difficult... so bare with me. If you angle it just right.... you will see it.
Curtis: See what?
Ron: I know you have a color blindness curtis. So let me tell you this.... if he holds that mirror just right. He will see the streak of yellow that runs up and down his back. Only then will he know how to... Follow the yellow brick road.
Russell: Follow.... Follow...
Ron: Yeah we're not doing that dumb song anymore. Good attempt. Now that i have jason out of the way, I kind of forgot about the odd man out. Who probably is the brains of lords of destruction. Which you wouldn't know because he shows his face about as often as bin laden.
Curtis: Who is jackhammer?
Amber: Correct for 1000 points.
Ron: Jackhammer... I know you are an angry man. You have that face. One that people are afraid of.... that woman... hookers to be exact aren't too sure if they're going to be stabbed tonight. You have the build of a man that would most likely kill you with his barehands. I know... you're angry and we get it. This anger is going to far. It's fogging up your head.... You're not thinking right. Otherwise you would know lords of destruction are dead just by the smell alone. You probably kill small animals for fun so you're probably used to the smell. It boggles my mind why.... you can't connect the dots.
Russell: My kitty has been missing for a week... is it possible...
Curtis: He probably ate it, if you left it anywhere near his scent range.
Russell: aww....
**Amber whispers in ron's ear. He looks around and laughs.**
Ron: Ooooh really
**She whispers again, as curtis gets close to listen.**
Curtis: You ran over his cat...
Amber: WHY!
Russell: YOU BITCH!!!!
**Russell runs away crying while throwing his hands up in the air**
Ron: Jackhammer.... all you have to do is smell. Take down your angry tone and sniff.... it won't take long. It will hit you strong and be with you for long. Follow it.... you will find the bodies of lords of destruction. They will be on the contract for sunday's match. That you two willingly threw your signatures on without hesitation.
**Ron smiles and curtis looks dumbfounded into the camera then passes his angry grin across his face.**
Ron: This belt.... the one that curtis is holding up. Is our property... no matter who holds it. Him... me... or us both.... we will do what is needed without remorse or shame to retain the title. When it comes to lords of destruction that won't be enough. Enough will not be enough.... until their team no longer breathes life. Until they no longer like each other. We will drive the stake through lords of destruction, doing so will give that title to one of us.
**Curtis isn't holding the belt of this entire time....**
Curtis: What? Oooo wait... I don't have it?
Amber: Don't look at me.
Ron: ......Why do those kids have our belt?
**Russell is shown in the background.... peaking around the front of the mobile locker room. He's rubbing his hands together as a genius plan has come into fold, those kids will surely ruin the belt and cause dirty deal to shame ncw.... Ron walks up to kid shoves him down and takes the belt. Or... it won't. Russell slides his head back, so he isn't noticed. This is when one of those freakishly huge jacked up guys comes out from gold's gym. It was his kid ron shoved down, he stares a hole right between his eyes. Ron walks backwards, as curtis is inside already. Ron tosses him the belt, as amber goes up front to start it. Ron jumps in and slams the door, as the freakish large angry guy bangs on the door. Ron laughs, as amber gets it starts and hits the gas. Though it's not going anywhere but that might be because it's on a slant. The FLAMM has lifted up the mobile locker room. Ron sticks his face against the back window... as he grimaces in pain from lifting it.**
Ron: The hell do we do....
Curtis: Better think of something quick... as more of those freakish large guys are now headed toward the mobile locker room.
Ron: Damnit.
**Ron kicks out the back window.... then pops open more chocolate milk. He pours it down the open guys mouth and he drops it. They speed off....**
Curtis: How the hell did you think of that?
Ron: Well... I thought of jason. Figured guys like him wouldn't want stuff like that in their body. They would probably freak out and in our case.... let go of our bumper. Now he will be in the gym working all those calories off, just incase a little bit dripped in his mouth. This **** isn't fat-free either, infact it says containing 90% more chocolate and less milk. So yeah... We win.
**The scene fades out, as amber drives recklessly down the middle of the street. Dirty Deal's next stop.... The Kohl Center.**
Ron: Well... I figured jason might be here. He's still into this kind of thing. He has to be ready for that camera to focus on his perfectly toned body. No imperfections... his wrestling game may be **** but he can't have any imperfections in the way he looks. I figured I catch him in overtime here at gold's gym. Since last time he still had a few pounds to shed but then again to shed those ugly pounds all he needs to do is punch his new doll jade in her ugly vagina and all will be good but not forgotten. As whenever dirty deal gets a look at her ugly mug.... we just have the sudden urge to purge the night away. Wasting all that alcohol which is a damn shame. That's why I'm drinking this ****, get on some pounds and if something happen my beer money won't be wasted. So jason... since you're not here? Where exactly are you? What box did you decide to crawl under and wait out the rest of the weekend man? Maybe have an accident... drop a dumbbell on your head? Possibly did you maybe hit the wrong vei....
Russell: No.
Ron: You're right... totally traceable their probably up the...
Russell: No.
Ron: Nonetheless... it's shame you haven't come back to say much anything to get my hopes down for sunday. Afterall you still think you're going to win. You still think that you're walking out with our titles? Right. Again it's possible you came to your senses and know that the only thing you leaving sunday with is probably the most satisfyingly beatdown in ncw history. We won a trophy from you already.... one that is satisfying in each and every way. You replaced that instantly. I'm guessing as soon as you lose this match jason. You're just going to go get a replacement title. World Title? Nah.... National? Maybe. I kind of see you as the guy that goes out of his way to make his own title. Not something that everyone else wants to win.
**Curtis pops out as he loves the name game**
Ron: Just not sure where you would go with that one...
Curtis: NCW most rockin' abs championship.
Ron: NCW Balding Championship.... you know he's balding but tries to hide it.
Curtis: good one... how about.... NCW Juice Abuse Championship.
Ron: Let's go with the obvious choice curtis. NCW Nothing Ever Accomplished Championship. You never will accomplish anything, until you decide to go on your merry way and find other people to beat on. Maybr the up and comers... the guys that have nothing to loose. You have had no extended luck streak against us, jason. You don't give up.... you keep giving... and giving... and giving... WE TAKE!!!!
Curtis: He never gives up.
Ron: He will give up. His career will go nowhere until he stops trying to get revenge on us. This beating that we have saved up will finally knock him free of his love for us. It will send him on the straight and narrow path into other matches... other opponents.... You just need to follow the yellow brick road.
Amber: Follow the yellow brick road?
Curtis: FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD!
Russell: Follow the colored road?
Ron: Follow the yellow brick road.... FOLLOW... FOLLOW... FOLLOW... FOLLOW... FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD!
Russell: Ah... follow the yell...
Ron: Shut up you colored. Just incase jason, you don't know what yellow is. If you're not familiar with that color. Just go into a bathroom or maybe grab that mirror from jade if she has one. Honestly no amount of makeup will cover up that face. She don't need it... you do. Take that thing.... put it above your head. If you hold it right, I know your pecs go all the day to your back. It may be difficult... so bare with me. If you angle it just right.... you will see it.
Curtis: See what?
Ron: I know you have a color blindness curtis. So let me tell you this.... if he holds that mirror just right. He will see the streak of yellow that runs up and down his back. Only then will he know how to... Follow the yellow brick road.
Russell: Follow.... Follow...
Ron: Yeah we're not doing that dumb song anymore. Good attempt. Now that i have jason out of the way, I kind of forgot about the odd man out. Who probably is the brains of lords of destruction. Which you wouldn't know because he shows his face about as often as bin laden.
Curtis: Who is jackhammer?
Amber: Correct for 1000 points.
Ron: Jackhammer... I know you are an angry man. You have that face. One that people are afraid of.... that woman... hookers to be exact aren't too sure if they're going to be stabbed tonight. You have the build of a man that would most likely kill you with his barehands. I know... you're angry and we get it. This anger is going to far. It's fogging up your head.... You're not thinking right. Otherwise you would know lords of destruction are dead just by the smell alone. You probably kill small animals for fun so you're probably used to the smell. It boggles my mind why.... you can't connect the dots.
Russell: My kitty has been missing for a week... is it possible...
Curtis: He probably ate it, if you left it anywhere near his scent range.
Russell: aww....
**Amber whispers in ron's ear. He looks around and laughs.**
Ron: Ooooh really
**She whispers again, as curtis gets close to listen.**
Curtis: You ran over his cat...
Amber: WHY!
Russell: YOU BITCH!!!!
**Russell runs away crying while throwing his hands up in the air**
Ron: Jackhammer.... all you have to do is smell. Take down your angry tone and sniff.... it won't take long. It will hit you strong and be with you for long. Follow it.... you will find the bodies of lords of destruction. They will be on the contract for sunday's match. That you two willingly threw your signatures on without hesitation.
**Ron smiles and curtis looks dumbfounded into the camera then passes his angry grin across his face.**
Ron: This belt.... the one that curtis is holding up. Is our property... no matter who holds it. Him... me... or us both.... we will do what is needed without remorse or shame to retain the title. When it comes to lords of destruction that won't be enough. Enough will not be enough.... until their team no longer breathes life. Until they no longer like each other. We will drive the stake through lords of destruction, doing so will give that title to one of us.
**Curtis isn't holding the belt of this entire time....**
Curtis: What? Oooo wait... I don't have it?
Amber: Don't look at me.
Ron: ......Why do those kids have our belt?
**Russell is shown in the background.... peaking around the front of the mobile locker room. He's rubbing his hands together as a genius plan has come into fold, those kids will surely ruin the belt and cause dirty deal to shame ncw.... Ron walks up to kid shoves him down and takes the belt. Or... it won't. Russell slides his head back, so he isn't noticed. This is when one of those freakishly huge jacked up guys comes out from gold's gym. It was his kid ron shoved down, he stares a hole right between his eyes. Ron walks backwards, as curtis is inside already. Ron tosses him the belt, as amber goes up front to start it. Ron jumps in and slams the door, as the freakish large angry guy bangs on the door. Ron laughs, as amber gets it starts and hits the gas. Though it's not going anywhere but that might be because it's on a slant. The FLAMM has lifted up the mobile locker room. Ron sticks his face against the back window... as he grimaces in pain from lifting it.**
Ron: The hell do we do....
Curtis: Better think of something quick... as more of those freakish large guys are now headed toward the mobile locker room.
Ron: Damnit.
**Ron kicks out the back window.... then pops open more chocolate milk. He pours it down the open guys mouth and he drops it. They speed off....**
Curtis: How the hell did you think of that?
Ron: Well... I thought of jason. Figured guys like him wouldn't want stuff like that in their body. They would probably freak out and in our case.... let go of our bumper. Now he will be in the gym working all those calories off, just incase a little bit dripped in his mouth. This **** isn't fat-free either, infact it says containing 90% more chocolate and less milk. So yeah... We win.
**The scene fades out, as amber drives recklessly down the middle of the street. Dirty Deal's next stop.... The Kohl Center.**
