Post by Ron Gibson on Aug 3, 2009 21:27:30 GMT -6
**Ron stands at the windows of NCW HQ. He's looking down at the crappy view that this office gives, which overlooks the nuclear power plant. He shakes his head, while hearing the words ring in his ears. Serious.... it's time to be serious, words from one curtis kanyon. Ron strikes a poser and turns around, as curtis is whispering those words in his ear.**
Ron: Damnit... I know. Serious is what it will take to finally get things done here in ncw. No screwing around, it will be taken serious all week long curtis. They may think we can't go about without making one wise crack or some distasteful jesture towards a person of color. That's what will push us.... push me and you to stay focused on the thing at hand.
**Ron picks up a noose, he raises it up high. He looks toward russell, who just walks away.**
Ron: This is what it's all about curtis. We already took out the trash last week, when we dumped those two whorenobs in the nearest trash compactor. This is different, this has been in the making for nearly.... forever. This isn't some jar of honey match.... this is serious. Change. Change for the better because that's all you stupid people think of us. Staled jokes.... stupid antics.... lame power hungry hicks.... No more. Curtis wants to be serious and I want to just hurt someone with more than my words. How do such a thing? How do I hurt such a dominant tag team? We take this..... wrap it around there neck and while they swing gasping for air on a post. In front of america.... in front of the people who boo and shout distaste towards us each week. We pummel them to death with chairs... we pummel to death with bats.... we pummel them to death cinder blocks. We put an end to the idea that is the burning angels. In the process, the lightbulb goes on and we walk out with something that is a necessity to dirty deal.
Curtis: Serious?
Ron: Lack of respect, seriously? So... since we have power and run around the company trying to make it more entertaining and fun. Lack of respect? Huh.... Just cause we book ourselves in main events and matches where we have everything to gain... lack of respect?
Curtis: Respect.... nothing. I respect myself for knowing that my personal gain is the only gain.
Ron: That our gain... is the only gain that matters. That what they may lose... whether it be the titles or something more. Something more precious.... something that allows them to get up and walk each day. Taking those titles is one thing.... taking more than their willing to lose is another. You know what, anything is possible when you're hanging by your neck at the mercy of dirtiness. To respect your wishes to go on after the ppv or show the ultimate lack of respect.... take everything away. Your titles...
Curtis: Your fans...
Ron: Your woman....
Curtis: Your livelihood.
Ron: Like taking a can... crushing it with the bottom of my foot.
Curtis: or crushing it within my hands.
Ron: The most overused aspect of this match guys. Crushing you until little pieces of skull shedding from your ears. No matter how much you prepare, you can't prepare for us. This isn't the past, this isn't the last two matches. This times we have a siding factor in this match. Our dirtiness is there but also this...
**Ron holds the noose again.... he runs off and grabs russell. Wraps it around his neck this time and pulls on it hard. As he is losing his breathe and turning all colors of the rainbow. Curtis knocks it out of his hand....**
Curtis: Too much seriousness.
Russell: Thanks.
**Curtis throws a stapler at his head then begins punching staples in his head off camera.**
Ron: Sunday.... We prove just how far one team can go without respecting those around us. Believe us if you want, we know you won't. But don't go about booing us out of the building when our thought of becoming the tag team champions.... becomes a reality for everyone to choke on.
Curtis: Always bet on dirty...
Ron: A message for you personally leo. Oh, after we get the job done. I do very well wish if your lady of the night, will give me a kiss from down under, angel. Farewell.
**We fade out.....**
Ron: Damnit... I know. Serious is what it will take to finally get things done here in ncw. No screwing around, it will be taken serious all week long curtis. They may think we can't go about without making one wise crack or some distasteful jesture towards a person of color. That's what will push us.... push me and you to stay focused on the thing at hand.
**Ron picks up a noose, he raises it up high. He looks toward russell, who just walks away.**
Ron: This is what it's all about curtis. We already took out the trash last week, when we dumped those two whorenobs in the nearest trash compactor. This is different, this has been in the making for nearly.... forever. This isn't some jar of honey match.... this is serious. Change. Change for the better because that's all you stupid people think of us. Staled jokes.... stupid antics.... lame power hungry hicks.... No more. Curtis wants to be serious and I want to just hurt someone with more than my words. How do such a thing? How do I hurt such a dominant tag team? We take this..... wrap it around there neck and while they swing gasping for air on a post. In front of america.... in front of the people who boo and shout distaste towards us each week. We pummel them to death with chairs... we pummel to death with bats.... we pummel them to death cinder blocks. We put an end to the idea that is the burning angels. In the process, the lightbulb goes on and we walk out with something that is a necessity to dirty deal.
Curtis: Serious?
Ron: Lack of respect, seriously? So... since we have power and run around the company trying to make it more entertaining and fun. Lack of respect? Huh.... Just cause we book ourselves in main events and matches where we have everything to gain... lack of respect?
Curtis: Respect.... nothing. I respect myself for knowing that my personal gain is the only gain.
Ron: That our gain... is the only gain that matters. That what they may lose... whether it be the titles or something more. Something more precious.... something that allows them to get up and walk each day. Taking those titles is one thing.... taking more than their willing to lose is another. You know what, anything is possible when you're hanging by your neck at the mercy of dirtiness. To respect your wishes to go on after the ppv or show the ultimate lack of respect.... take everything away. Your titles...
Curtis: Your fans...
Ron: Your woman....
Curtis: Your livelihood.
Ron: Like taking a can... crushing it with the bottom of my foot.
Curtis: or crushing it within my hands.
Ron: The most overused aspect of this match guys. Crushing you until little pieces of skull shedding from your ears. No matter how much you prepare, you can't prepare for us. This isn't the past, this isn't the last two matches. This times we have a siding factor in this match. Our dirtiness is there but also this...
**Ron holds the noose again.... he runs off and grabs russell. Wraps it around his neck this time and pulls on it hard. As he is losing his breathe and turning all colors of the rainbow. Curtis knocks it out of his hand....**
Curtis: Too much seriousness.
Russell: Thanks.
**Curtis throws a stapler at his head then begins punching staples in his head off camera.**
Ron: Sunday.... We prove just how far one team can go without respecting those around us. Believe us if you want, we know you won't. But don't go about booing us out of the building when our thought of becoming the tag team champions.... becomes a reality for everyone to choke on.
Curtis: Always bet on dirty...
Ron: A message for you personally leo. Oh, after we get the job done. I do very well wish if your lady of the night, will give me a kiss from down under, angel. Farewell.
**We fade out.....**