Post by Ron Gibson on Sept 8, 2009 20:32:50 GMT -6
**Ron Gibson is shown playing a videogame, mortal kombat 3 to be exact. He continues to whip on a dumbed down AI, though then again it's actually a second controller with no one playing. Though he's acting like he's the best.**
Ron: **** yeah... another flawless victory.
Curtis: Why are you playing this old ass game?
Ron: I need to distract myself... keybo and sampson got one over on us. You pointed that out clear enough.... so I have to clear my head and distract it with being the best MK player in the world.
**Russell comes by and steps on the controller.... thus ending ron gibsons streak of flawless victories.**
Ron: WAT DID YOU DOOOOOO!!!!?!?!?!?!
Curtis: He just purposely ruined the game for you.
Russell: I did.... I did.... not.... not my fault you leave your video pads laying around on the floor.
Ron: You saying I'm messy? Dirty? Unorganized? So what if I leave amber lying around the same way. She's better that way.... on her back already and ready to turn out the cash. Huh....
Russell: I'm sorry.
Ron: I demand you fight me in this game and try to defeat my awesomeness.
**Russell picks up the pad. As ron walks in to strike, russell breaks out a 70 hit combo with a fatality.**
Curtis: .....
Ron: .....
Russell: Good match.
Ron: You son of a bitch.
**Ron rips the system out of the tv and whips it across the room. He starts huffing and puffing.... while curtis tries to calm him down.**
Ron: Just when I needed a distraction. Just when I thought it was working and I was awesome at a game. This black asshole whips out some cheat code using game genie. I'm pissed to say the least.... now I have to piss but I'm going to hold it. Because it hurts and it pisses me off more damnit. Eat **** keybo.... suck an egg sampson.... You may have taken that job from us but guess what. You can't take these from us. We only took your jobs to finally get our break, on our terms. It worked now we wash our hands of that power, work on soaking them in the blood of all those who oppose us. Which is why I put that game in. To get my animated blood fix, to get my animated violence pleasure, which will help me on the road to battle grounds.
Curtis: What I don't get about the videogame world. How come they can rip people spines out and all we can do is break people's spines. If we just took the competition.... rammed our arm's down their throat and ripped out the thing that makes them fight. It would be more pleasurable....
Ron: They make games like that, so you go running around in real life trying to mimic it. I don't think anyone has successfully frozed someone and punched them in pieces though.
Curtis: Giant freezer.... russell. Get on it.
Ron: He needs to work on not screwing me over next time. Then we will get to do our chores. The good stuff.... washing me, filing your fingernails, and sucking the lint our of amber's belly.
**Russell shakes and shivers....**
Russell: I need to tongue her lint and play with it in my mouth.
Curtis: Creepy.....
Ron: Right.... well I think I have more important serious issues to address to not only the public but the entire world of america of the united states. It's really a big one because we have to rely on rob diamond to not be a total emo pirate douchebag and not screw us over. Jason.... ring a bell? We relied on his sexiness, we relied that our opponents would fall in love with him and just fall head over heels for the loss. Didn't happen.... Syndykeate pulled one over us at that time. To pull that **** again... we have to be drunk or rob diamond would have to get pinned. Then again for them to pull that ****..... they would have to dark prophet.
Curtis: I just don't agree with this decision. We could lose because diamond isn't at his best.... considering 99% of the time he isn't. Well... we may be in trouble. We be best to keep him on the apron, he can be the official break up the pin guy.
Ron: Leave the actual work to us. Maybe later amber will help work out any issues you are having in your life. Handle that **** under the table... behind the curtain.... in the dark.... in front of the blind.....
Curtis: She will smurf you.
Ron: Sounds painful. Logan what annoys me, you and mac take credit for a mistake.... a mishap. Dark Prophet bored me to sleep with one of his poems.... I dozed off and he pinned me. That's it. Yet you guys are already throwing down money in vegas against the odds. That sunday is the story book nightmare ending to dirty deal's title demise? Right..... it's as simple as that.
Curtis: ....
Ron: No... no.... it's as simple as that curtis. We need to start listening to him and mac. Just think if we only listened to keybo and sampson. Then we wouldn't be somewhat disappointed right now. That man speaks the truth.... no bull****, only truth. The inconvenient truth that is. Inconvenient to us because we're going to lose the titles... just at the snap of their fingers.... Obviously they are the best.
**Ron walks over to the mirror. Disappointed.... knowing that logan is indeed right. Then he looks down, he sees the title around his waist. He's confused, he turns around and sees the title around curtis waist.**
Ron: Whoa.... whoa... what is that?
Curtis: Did your father never give you the talk?
Ron: No.... that thing around the thing. That is over your pants and all shiny.
Curtis: Oh... well that's the ncw tag team championship title world belt.
Ron: Or tag team title for short. You know what that means right. It means were the best. It means we beat ass to be the best. It means were better than best of the best two through five.
Curtis: You are indeed correct.
Ron: Then why is logan and mac talking down to us? Like we're some kind of kids? It's insane.... maybe they think we won these belts on a wim. Maybe they think by talking down to us... we will believe we are nothing. We will just rollover and die then.
Curtis: Heh....
Ron: No. See Dirty Deal is not CEO's anymore. We can't fire talent for not being talented but we can send messages. I prefer sending the messages direct... face to face. Instead of that hearsay ****. They need to hear from us directly.... sadly the only cost for that is one title opportunity.
Curtis: Whoa... Whoa.... you're giving them free shipping?
Ron: Not just free shipping but hand delivered and guaranteed disappointment by night's end. If there is one thing you can count on, it's a dirty deal guarantee.
Curtis: No refunds or exchanges. All beatings final.
Russell: Do you guys ever worry?
Curtis: That emotion is not valid.
Ron: DO you ever worry?
Russell: About....
**Ron snaps his arm around the neck of russell jenkins. Curtis looks down..... and raises a cue card with a 10 on it.**
Ron: Flawless Victory.
**We fade out....**
Ron: **** yeah... another flawless victory.
Curtis: Why are you playing this old ass game?
Ron: I need to distract myself... keybo and sampson got one over on us. You pointed that out clear enough.... so I have to clear my head and distract it with being the best MK player in the world.
**Russell comes by and steps on the controller.... thus ending ron gibsons streak of flawless victories.**
Ron: WAT DID YOU DOOOOOO!!!!?!?!?!?!
Curtis: He just purposely ruined the game for you.
Russell: I did.... I did.... not.... not my fault you leave your video pads laying around on the floor.
Ron: You saying I'm messy? Dirty? Unorganized? So what if I leave amber lying around the same way. She's better that way.... on her back already and ready to turn out the cash. Huh....
Russell: I'm sorry.
Ron: I demand you fight me in this game and try to defeat my awesomeness.
**Russell picks up the pad. As ron walks in to strike, russell breaks out a 70 hit combo with a fatality.**
Curtis: .....
Ron: .....
Russell: Good match.
Ron: You son of a bitch.
**Ron rips the system out of the tv and whips it across the room. He starts huffing and puffing.... while curtis tries to calm him down.**
Ron: Just when I needed a distraction. Just when I thought it was working and I was awesome at a game. This black asshole whips out some cheat code using game genie. I'm pissed to say the least.... now I have to piss but I'm going to hold it. Because it hurts and it pisses me off more damnit. Eat **** keybo.... suck an egg sampson.... You may have taken that job from us but guess what. You can't take these from us. We only took your jobs to finally get our break, on our terms. It worked now we wash our hands of that power, work on soaking them in the blood of all those who oppose us. Which is why I put that game in. To get my animated blood fix, to get my animated violence pleasure, which will help me on the road to battle grounds.
Curtis: What I don't get about the videogame world. How come they can rip people spines out and all we can do is break people's spines. If we just took the competition.... rammed our arm's down their throat and ripped out the thing that makes them fight. It would be more pleasurable....
Ron: They make games like that, so you go running around in real life trying to mimic it. I don't think anyone has successfully frozed someone and punched them in pieces though.
Curtis: Giant freezer.... russell. Get on it.
Ron: He needs to work on not screwing me over next time. Then we will get to do our chores. The good stuff.... washing me, filing your fingernails, and sucking the lint our of amber's belly.
**Russell shakes and shivers....**
Russell: I need to tongue her lint and play with it in my mouth.
Curtis: Creepy.....
Ron: Right.... well I think I have more important serious issues to address to not only the public but the entire world of america of the united states. It's really a big one because we have to rely on rob diamond to not be a total emo pirate douchebag and not screw us over. Jason.... ring a bell? We relied on his sexiness, we relied that our opponents would fall in love with him and just fall head over heels for the loss. Didn't happen.... Syndykeate pulled one over us at that time. To pull that **** again... we have to be drunk or rob diamond would have to get pinned. Then again for them to pull that ****..... they would have to dark prophet.
Curtis: I just don't agree with this decision. We could lose because diamond isn't at his best.... considering 99% of the time he isn't. Well... we may be in trouble. We be best to keep him on the apron, he can be the official break up the pin guy.
Ron: Leave the actual work to us. Maybe later amber will help work out any issues you are having in your life. Handle that **** under the table... behind the curtain.... in the dark.... in front of the blind.....
Curtis: She will smurf you.
Ron: Sounds painful. Logan what annoys me, you and mac take credit for a mistake.... a mishap. Dark Prophet bored me to sleep with one of his poems.... I dozed off and he pinned me. That's it. Yet you guys are already throwing down money in vegas against the odds. That sunday is the story book nightmare ending to dirty deal's title demise? Right..... it's as simple as that.
Curtis: ....
Ron: No... no.... it's as simple as that curtis. We need to start listening to him and mac. Just think if we only listened to keybo and sampson. Then we wouldn't be somewhat disappointed right now. That man speaks the truth.... no bull****, only truth. The inconvenient truth that is. Inconvenient to us because we're going to lose the titles... just at the snap of their fingers.... Obviously they are the best.
**Ron walks over to the mirror. Disappointed.... knowing that logan is indeed right. Then he looks down, he sees the title around his waist. He's confused, he turns around and sees the title around curtis waist.**
Ron: Whoa.... whoa... what is that?
Curtis: Did your father never give you the talk?
Ron: No.... that thing around the thing. That is over your pants and all shiny.
Curtis: Oh... well that's the ncw tag team championship title world belt.
Ron: Or tag team title for short. You know what that means right. It means were the best. It means we beat ass to be the best. It means were better than best of the best two through five.
Curtis: You are indeed correct.
Ron: Then why is logan and mac talking down to us? Like we're some kind of kids? It's insane.... maybe they think we won these belts on a wim. Maybe they think by talking down to us... we will believe we are nothing. We will just rollover and die then.
Curtis: Heh....
Ron: No. See Dirty Deal is not CEO's anymore. We can't fire talent for not being talented but we can send messages. I prefer sending the messages direct... face to face. Instead of that hearsay ****. They need to hear from us directly.... sadly the only cost for that is one title opportunity.
Curtis: Whoa... Whoa.... you're giving them free shipping?
Ron: Not just free shipping but hand delivered and guaranteed disappointment by night's end. If there is one thing you can count on, it's a dirty deal guarantee.
Curtis: No refunds or exchanges. All beatings final.
Russell: Do you guys ever worry?
Curtis: That emotion is not valid.
Ron: DO you ever worry?
Russell: About....
**Ron snaps his arm around the neck of russell jenkins. Curtis looks down..... and raises a cue card with a 10 on it.**
Ron: Flawless Victory.
**We fade out....**
