Post by Ron Gibson on Aug 8, 2009 22:34:33 GMT -6
**We open up outside the arena where fallout will be taking place. Out there ron and curtis have taken steps to further their seriousness. They have a dummy hanging from the cross. Not that it matters but it's a black dummy. Ron stands there with a bat, as he smacks it in the belly then cracks him in the legs.**
Ron: See curtis, this is all the training we need. While angel and phillip can go around boosting their self-esteem. Spouting foul oders from their mouth and talking down on us. We can stand here.... beat the hell out of a dummy in a parking lot. This is not a joke, it's merely a training session to get ready for the big time. While Roscoe may not be able to defend himself it's ok. First off he's a dummy. Second, well he's a colored. Technically it wouldn't matter if he was real. They would cancel each other out anyways.
Curtis: See while angel may see that as a joke... a staled joke. It's not... it's serious.
Ron: That's what we do, we throw all the jokes behind us. Staled joke? Ha.... angel when we lived those days they were awesome. Their were no staleness to us, it was all hot and the people ate it up. It just people like you felt hurt when someone like us called you Flaming Tards
Curtis: Or... That Burning sensation.
Ron: See those jokes don't exist in this world. If we wanted to make a joke, we would just look right at you. Look down.... look up.... look down.... Tag Team Champions? What exactly is a champion? Superior for one. The best around.... the best in the world? Yeah. But when we look at you. When we really look at you. We see those sqiggly lines fly around those woman..... so called woman. Tag Team Champions? You would think champions could do better around here. When you guys talk, we don't buy the threat. The nation lowers it's threat level when you even try to look all forms of badass. It's just sad.
Curtis: We have the look. This is what champions look like.
**We get a look at the scene. Ron is wearing a torn t-shirt, which says I won't hesitate to kick your dog. Curtis is wearing a scarf and wife beater, rubbing his hands while looking at the dummy hang. Ron is drooling looking at the dummy.**
Ron: Two men who don't show any care in the world, ones with nothing to lose and all to gain. That's dirty deal.... We look at you, we see people clanging to you. Unimportant objects that the workplace don't need. You look at us... expendable objects which we care nothing about or care if they go away. What you guys are going right now, those titles, what you're doing with our titles. It's worse than the holocaust.
Curtis: It's like part of their image.
Ron: Probably how he... "in serious tone" gets the discount whores.
Russell: Just saying in serious tone doesn't make it serious. It was a joke...
Curtis: .....You want to be on the pole?
Russell: ....No.
Ron: When it comes down to it, when you swing back and forth. As we see your pretty little neck... leg... or arm turn pretty shades of purple. We will know it's the end. Will it be the of ncw? We will come to work the very next day and it will be closed down? No. Because while you guys are worse than the holocaust. Taking you out will be much easier than putting a bullet in hitlers head. Savior?
**Ron over talks the abuse curtis is giving the dummy in the background... we hear the stick smack the body, as ron smiles. The sound that of abuse, the sound of torture brings joy to his ears.**
Ron: We have to worry about no one saving us. We are past the flukes, we are passed the past. There is only the future, for the division that we own and sell to the world to continue... we can't allow you to push the handle down and finish off the titles. We can't allow you to overflood ncw, flush ncw with ****. **** that can't be cleaned up after it overflows. We are here to stop a mess... a messacre if one would say so. Savior? We need to say those titles. Who will save us from you? As we look at you.... we know the answer. You.... you will be engulfed in your own ****. Unconscious... coma bound.... as you take your shots with pride to the face.
Curtis: Phillip... little has been said about you.
Ron: Little? It doesn't how much we say about him. If we can sum up the scum that is angel. How far is he really behind? Angel kind of takes things seriously but you sit in your little cave. Playing pocket pool for the public to see, pretty much whoring our apple just to get free iphones up the ass. If I were you, I would just stay in your glory hole. Sunday there will be no glory, there will be a hole. The other side.... a woman will not be waiting for you. The man will not be waiting to take you in his hand.... he will be ready to punish you. What's worse than that? Nothing... aside from destroying a championship reign ofcourse.
Curtis: Serious... that's what you speak. Also very odd words.
Ron: Curtis, several times I have mentions taking the bodies of our opponents and piling them to the sky. Making our trip to top being easier. Sunday... we don't have to do that. All we have to do is string one of them and display them to the world. Admiring it... making it a mental image. Trapping it inside the titles as we force them to watch us accomplish everything at their expense. As we force feed them an image of failure. Seriously.... what is worse than that?
Curtis: hmm....
**As curtis thinks hard, he smacks the dummy again. This time it moves though. It's struggling to get off the pole. Ron looks at curtis, curtis looks at the camera. Ron smiles... we fade out.**
Ron: See curtis, this is all the training we need. While angel and phillip can go around boosting their self-esteem. Spouting foul oders from their mouth and talking down on us. We can stand here.... beat the hell out of a dummy in a parking lot. This is not a joke, it's merely a training session to get ready for the big time. While Roscoe may not be able to defend himself it's ok. First off he's a dummy. Second, well he's a colored. Technically it wouldn't matter if he was real. They would cancel each other out anyways.
Curtis: See while angel may see that as a joke... a staled joke. It's not... it's serious.
Ron: That's what we do, we throw all the jokes behind us. Staled joke? Ha.... angel when we lived those days they were awesome. Their were no staleness to us, it was all hot and the people ate it up. It just people like you felt hurt when someone like us called you Flaming Tards
Curtis: Or... That Burning sensation.
Ron: See those jokes don't exist in this world. If we wanted to make a joke, we would just look right at you. Look down.... look up.... look down.... Tag Team Champions? What exactly is a champion? Superior for one. The best around.... the best in the world? Yeah. But when we look at you. When we really look at you. We see those sqiggly lines fly around those woman..... so called woman. Tag Team Champions? You would think champions could do better around here. When you guys talk, we don't buy the threat. The nation lowers it's threat level when you even try to look all forms of badass. It's just sad.
Curtis: We have the look. This is what champions look like.
**We get a look at the scene. Ron is wearing a torn t-shirt, which says I won't hesitate to kick your dog. Curtis is wearing a scarf and wife beater, rubbing his hands while looking at the dummy hang. Ron is drooling looking at the dummy.**
Ron: Two men who don't show any care in the world, ones with nothing to lose and all to gain. That's dirty deal.... We look at you, we see people clanging to you. Unimportant objects that the workplace don't need. You look at us... expendable objects which we care nothing about or care if they go away. What you guys are going right now, those titles, what you're doing with our titles. It's worse than the holocaust.
Curtis: It's like part of their image.
Ron: Probably how he... "in serious tone" gets the discount whores.
Russell: Just saying in serious tone doesn't make it serious. It was a joke...
Curtis: .....You want to be on the pole?
Russell: ....No.
Ron: When it comes down to it, when you swing back and forth. As we see your pretty little neck... leg... or arm turn pretty shades of purple. We will know it's the end. Will it be the of ncw? We will come to work the very next day and it will be closed down? No. Because while you guys are worse than the holocaust. Taking you out will be much easier than putting a bullet in hitlers head. Savior?
**Ron over talks the abuse curtis is giving the dummy in the background... we hear the stick smack the body, as ron smiles. The sound that of abuse, the sound of torture brings joy to his ears.**
Ron: We have to worry about no one saving us. We are past the flukes, we are passed the past. There is only the future, for the division that we own and sell to the world to continue... we can't allow you to push the handle down and finish off the titles. We can't allow you to overflood ncw, flush ncw with ****. **** that can't be cleaned up after it overflows. We are here to stop a mess... a messacre if one would say so. Savior? We need to say those titles. Who will save us from you? As we look at you.... we know the answer. You.... you will be engulfed in your own ****. Unconscious... coma bound.... as you take your shots with pride to the face.
Curtis: Phillip... little has been said about you.
Ron: Little? It doesn't how much we say about him. If we can sum up the scum that is angel. How far is he really behind? Angel kind of takes things seriously but you sit in your little cave. Playing pocket pool for the public to see, pretty much whoring our apple just to get free iphones up the ass. If I were you, I would just stay in your glory hole. Sunday there will be no glory, there will be a hole. The other side.... a woman will not be waiting for you. The man will not be waiting to take you in his hand.... he will be ready to punish you. What's worse than that? Nothing... aside from destroying a championship reign ofcourse.
Curtis: Serious... that's what you speak. Also very odd words.
Ron: Curtis, several times I have mentions taking the bodies of our opponents and piling them to the sky. Making our trip to top being easier. Sunday... we don't have to do that. All we have to do is string one of them and display them to the world. Admiring it... making it a mental image. Trapping it inside the titles as we force them to watch us accomplish everything at their expense. As we force feed them an image of failure. Seriously.... what is worse than that?
Curtis: hmm....
**As curtis thinks hard, he smacks the dummy again. This time it moves though. It's struggling to get off the pole. Ron looks at curtis, curtis looks at the camera. Ron smiles... we fade out.**