Post by Ron Gibson on Sept 10, 2009 15:29:03 GMT -6
**We open up. Ron Gibson and Curtis Kanyon are traveling down the road in the Dirty Deal Mobile Locker room Camper Home. As we see the front of the camper home, we notice that the NCW Tag Team Titles are right on the window. Bugs splat against the window, ron has trouble seeing out the window.**
Curtis: use the damn wipers, that's what they're there for.
Ron: But I removed the wipers.... how you think the titles are staying up on the windows.
Curtis: Well they just the titles to clean the window. It's not like it matters.... they're our belts.
Ron: They will be our belts for awhile. I guess they could go through some wear and tear....
**Ron flips the switch. Wiper fluid sprays on the window and then the titles scrape and scratch against the window.... making it more worse then better. Ron annoyed pulls over to a rest stop. He looks to the back and tries to find russell jenkins.**
Ron: Why is it when you need your windows cleaned, there is no black man around with his dirty underwear to do so? They should start some kind of roadside business or something.
Curtis: Umm... ron. I don't think this is good place to stop.
Ron: It's a rest stop... you know a place to rest to do things.
Curtis: I know but homosexuals tend to roam around here. It's notorious for that activity. Not to mention... they might be attracted to us. Since you know.... we're the sexiest men in america.
Ron: Blasphemy. You didn't see the dyke's promo did you? They stopped at a truck stop. I didn't see any homosexuals rush them and pound them into submission. So I very well.... WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!?!
Curtis: What?
Ron: I seen that bush over there move. Not just move like wind hit it.... more like two men behind it working their creative juices.
Curtis: Should we go look?
Ron: I think we should lock the doors.
**Ron stares at the bush. It starts to rock more... and more. Russell pops out and wonders what's up.**
Ron: Umm.... get your squirt bottle and go clean them windows.
Curtis: Be careful.
Jenkins: Careful?
Ron: Careful... umm... their may be werewolf and vampires out there.
Russell: ......
Ron: or ghosts. I know you black people hate ghosts.
Russell: .....
**Russell opens the side door and goes to clean the window. He doesn't seem to have a rag with him. So ron yells through the window to use his shorts. Russell stares blankly. Ron throws his dirty shorts out the window for him to use. Russell stares blankly.... sees the stain. Eyes go wide open and he runs to the bush.**
Ron: This might not end well.... but you know what. He can handle the homo's. We need to worry about the dyke's. While he may be targeted by a rogue bunch of dongs, we are be targeted for our titles. Hence it's more important. Just keep the doors locked.... incase he brings them back to us.
**Russell begins barfing behind the bush. Puking things out he never knew he ate. He stops.... looks down.... and his mouth drops. He begins running back toward the Moblie Lockerroom Camper Home. He bangs.... yells.... and screams like a little girl to be let back in.**
Ron: See guys... logan and mac. I know you're worried about what's going to go down this sunday. I know that you have fears that if you beat us..... "if" that you will be getting some disease ridden titles. You need to understand that we pride ourself with respect for these titles. While we may not respect any of the superstars here.... the owners.... CEO's.... commentators.... ring crew.... popcorn people.... We pride ourselves with treating these titles with respect. You seen how we parade these things around town. Their like our wives.
Curtis: Well... my wife is pretty then this belt. Concerning all the stains these things have.
Ron: Those are pre-dirty deal run stains. Well maybe... that one. I blew my nose into it when I couldn't find a tissue.
Curtis: What about that thick white substance there.
Ron: Well I left russell in the backroom with a locked door. So hopefully he has a drug habit.... else I will not stand for love stains on a title that isn't his.
Amber: That's when I caught him sneaking in powdered doughnuts. He was licking the drops that fell on the title. Kind of disgusting.... like maggots sticking and sucking the flesh off a dead corpse.
Ron: .....
Curtis: Sick Bastard. Doesn't he know we make love on top of these titles? Well.... only with my wife and not dirty deal groupies.
Ron: That's why I have surran wrap. I need to practice save sex.... with my title. I can't be having herpies getting between the creases and soaking into the pure snake skin. It's all good guys... but if you want to continue being afraid. Scared at what we can spread to you. Dawn the yellow containment suits come sunday because while that may keep you for attaining any said diseases we have. There is a far more deadly disease that can't be protected by some silly suit. It beats you up on the outside instead of the inside....
Curtis: Usually it results in a few cracked rips...
Ron: Strained neck.... it's far more deadly then having to worry about the sniffles or running diarrhea.
**Ron points to the front window. Where we see the nicked scratched stained stunning ncw tag team titles. They glisten even under these circumstances... we look further and see two naked guys chasing russell around in the woods. Dirty Deal ignores...**
Ron: Logan... Mac.... you think we don't take things serious? I think the burning angels thought that. Guess what... while they are on their hands and knees picking up the pieces to their careers. We are off defending these titles when we can. Losing more than we win... but the ones we do win will be the ones that count. They will be the ones that make a statement. This is one of those occasions dykates. You don't think we take things seriously? We don't. Last time we did take it serious, is when we took these titles but at the cost of fun.
Curtis: All work and no play... make us very dull good ole boys.
Ron: We won't punish everyone again by doing that.
**Russell can be crawling by his nails.... being pulled into the darkness by the two dudes. Again.... dirty deal ignores.**
Ron: While it may gross you out. It grosses us out more. That you can be so blind by faith. You think faith is you claiming these belts? Well it turns my stomach... we have been champions for about a month and people already want it off us. Makes no damn sense.
Curtis: Alot of the people in this company are nuts to even imagine us without the belts.
Ron: How could anyone allow us to lose these belts? God is even on our sides. I have it on good authority that he has good money on us. He wears a mask, he knows he made a mistake when he created the dark ones. It was us that turned him, that made it ok to be one of us.
Curtis: God is the number one dirty deal fan. He won't allow such an act to take place in this company.
Ron: These guys continue to insert random angry threatful distasteful hope in their promo's. They want us to believe this is the end of the road.... that we will be flying off the cliff and to our demise. You guys would have a better chance convincing us that aliens exist.
Curtis: Or that vampires sleep in caskets
Ron: Or that you can see midgets hanging from the trees in wizard of oz.
Curtis: You can.
Ron: You can't.
Curtis: I have the new HDDVD Version.... you can clearly see a midget hanging by his neck.
Ron: That's silly. Unless he's black, that's a cruel thing to do to a white midget.
Curtis: Probably those apple throwing trees that did it.
Ron: Damn Triggers. There nothing I can say to these guys. They clearly won't understand. This title run is too new.... it's still has that new baby smell to it. You guys can't just come in here and put your foot in the door, as we shut it without worrying about what you bring. Listen... Feel.... and understand what we say. Then you can live with failure. Just throw the pills down your throat.... swallow. Then you can live without failure.
Curtis: What happens if they continue their rantings and try to make believers out of bull****?
Ron: Well... they're only hurting themselves. Not us.... not amber.... not russell.
Amber: Speaking of russell.... I think getting hurt is beyond his issue.
Curtis: What are you talking about woman?
**Russell runs into the mobile locker room. He has an apple shoved in his mouth. He's crying.... screaming.... YELLING to be let in. Ron looks at curtis...**
Ron: Do we need him still?
Curtis: Amber, should we....
Amber: Yes... yes.... geez.....
**Amber is given the key. Russell is let in. Ron looks at him.... curtis stares at him.... Amber moves away.**
Ron: So..... did you clean them windows?
Curtis: I still see 'sploded bugs on the window.
Ron: The hell were you doing out there?
**Russell cries... Amber takes the the apple out of his mouth and gives it to ron.**
Ron: Those.... son of a bitchin' trees got him.
Curtis: We're coming back later and burning this entire forest down.
Ron: Well after sunday.... I think starting forest fires should come second to ncw business.
**We fade out....**
Curtis: use the damn wipers, that's what they're there for.
Ron: But I removed the wipers.... how you think the titles are staying up on the windows.
Curtis: Well they just the titles to clean the window. It's not like it matters.... they're our belts.
Ron: They will be our belts for awhile. I guess they could go through some wear and tear....
**Ron flips the switch. Wiper fluid sprays on the window and then the titles scrape and scratch against the window.... making it more worse then better. Ron annoyed pulls over to a rest stop. He looks to the back and tries to find russell jenkins.**
Ron: Why is it when you need your windows cleaned, there is no black man around with his dirty underwear to do so? They should start some kind of roadside business or something.
Curtis: Umm... ron. I don't think this is good place to stop.
Ron: It's a rest stop... you know a place to rest to do things.
Curtis: I know but homosexuals tend to roam around here. It's notorious for that activity. Not to mention... they might be attracted to us. Since you know.... we're the sexiest men in america.
Ron: Blasphemy. You didn't see the dyke's promo did you? They stopped at a truck stop. I didn't see any homosexuals rush them and pound them into submission. So I very well.... WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!?!
Curtis: What?
Ron: I seen that bush over there move. Not just move like wind hit it.... more like two men behind it working their creative juices.
Curtis: Should we go look?
Ron: I think we should lock the doors.
**Ron stares at the bush. It starts to rock more... and more. Russell pops out and wonders what's up.**
Ron: Umm.... get your squirt bottle and go clean them windows.
Curtis: Be careful.
Jenkins: Careful?
Ron: Careful... umm... their may be werewolf and vampires out there.
Russell: ......
Ron: or ghosts. I know you black people hate ghosts.
Russell: .....
**Russell opens the side door and goes to clean the window. He doesn't seem to have a rag with him. So ron yells through the window to use his shorts. Russell stares blankly. Ron throws his dirty shorts out the window for him to use. Russell stares blankly.... sees the stain. Eyes go wide open and he runs to the bush.**
Ron: This might not end well.... but you know what. He can handle the homo's. We need to worry about the dyke's. While he may be targeted by a rogue bunch of dongs, we are be targeted for our titles. Hence it's more important. Just keep the doors locked.... incase he brings them back to us.
**Russell begins barfing behind the bush. Puking things out he never knew he ate. He stops.... looks down.... and his mouth drops. He begins running back toward the Moblie Lockerroom Camper Home. He bangs.... yells.... and screams like a little girl to be let back in.**
Ron: See guys... logan and mac. I know you're worried about what's going to go down this sunday. I know that you have fears that if you beat us..... "if" that you will be getting some disease ridden titles. You need to understand that we pride ourself with respect for these titles. While we may not respect any of the superstars here.... the owners.... CEO's.... commentators.... ring crew.... popcorn people.... We pride ourselves with treating these titles with respect. You seen how we parade these things around town. Their like our wives.
Curtis: Well... my wife is pretty then this belt. Concerning all the stains these things have.
Ron: Those are pre-dirty deal run stains. Well maybe... that one. I blew my nose into it when I couldn't find a tissue.
Curtis: What about that thick white substance there.
Ron: Well I left russell in the backroom with a locked door. So hopefully he has a drug habit.... else I will not stand for love stains on a title that isn't his.
Amber: That's when I caught him sneaking in powdered doughnuts. He was licking the drops that fell on the title. Kind of disgusting.... like maggots sticking and sucking the flesh off a dead corpse.
Ron: .....
Curtis: Sick Bastard. Doesn't he know we make love on top of these titles? Well.... only with my wife and not dirty deal groupies.
Ron: That's why I have surran wrap. I need to practice save sex.... with my title. I can't be having herpies getting between the creases and soaking into the pure snake skin. It's all good guys... but if you want to continue being afraid. Scared at what we can spread to you. Dawn the yellow containment suits come sunday because while that may keep you for attaining any said diseases we have. There is a far more deadly disease that can't be protected by some silly suit. It beats you up on the outside instead of the inside....
Curtis: Usually it results in a few cracked rips...
Ron: Strained neck.... it's far more deadly then having to worry about the sniffles or running diarrhea.
**Ron points to the front window. Where we see the nicked scratched stained stunning ncw tag team titles. They glisten even under these circumstances... we look further and see two naked guys chasing russell around in the woods. Dirty Deal ignores...**
Ron: Logan... Mac.... you think we don't take things serious? I think the burning angels thought that. Guess what... while they are on their hands and knees picking up the pieces to their careers. We are off defending these titles when we can. Losing more than we win... but the ones we do win will be the ones that count. They will be the ones that make a statement. This is one of those occasions dykates. You don't think we take things seriously? We don't. Last time we did take it serious, is when we took these titles but at the cost of fun.
Curtis: All work and no play... make us very dull good ole boys.
Ron: We won't punish everyone again by doing that.
**Russell can be crawling by his nails.... being pulled into the darkness by the two dudes. Again.... dirty deal ignores.**
Ron: While it may gross you out. It grosses us out more. That you can be so blind by faith. You think faith is you claiming these belts? Well it turns my stomach... we have been champions for about a month and people already want it off us. Makes no damn sense.
Curtis: Alot of the people in this company are nuts to even imagine us without the belts.
Ron: How could anyone allow us to lose these belts? God is even on our sides. I have it on good authority that he has good money on us. He wears a mask, he knows he made a mistake when he created the dark ones. It was us that turned him, that made it ok to be one of us.
Curtis: God is the number one dirty deal fan. He won't allow such an act to take place in this company.
Ron: These guys continue to insert random angry threatful distasteful hope in their promo's. They want us to believe this is the end of the road.... that we will be flying off the cliff and to our demise. You guys would have a better chance convincing us that aliens exist.
Curtis: Or that vampires sleep in caskets
Ron: Or that you can see midgets hanging from the trees in wizard of oz.
Curtis: You can.
Ron: You can't.
Curtis: I have the new HDDVD Version.... you can clearly see a midget hanging by his neck.
Ron: That's silly. Unless he's black, that's a cruel thing to do to a white midget.
Curtis: Probably those apple throwing trees that did it.
Ron: Damn Triggers. There nothing I can say to these guys. They clearly won't understand. This title run is too new.... it's still has that new baby smell to it. You guys can't just come in here and put your foot in the door, as we shut it without worrying about what you bring. Listen... Feel.... and understand what we say. Then you can live with failure. Just throw the pills down your throat.... swallow. Then you can live without failure.
Curtis: What happens if they continue their rantings and try to make believers out of bull****?
Ron: Well... they're only hurting themselves. Not us.... not amber.... not russell.
Amber: Speaking of russell.... I think getting hurt is beyond his issue.
Curtis: What are you talking about woman?
**Russell runs into the mobile locker room. He has an apple shoved in his mouth. He's crying.... screaming.... YELLING to be let in. Ron looks at curtis...**
Ron: Do we need him still?
Curtis: Amber, should we....
Amber: Yes... yes.... geez.....
**Amber is given the key. Russell is let in. Ron looks at him.... curtis stares at him.... Amber moves away.**
Ron: So..... did you clean them windows?
Curtis: I still see 'sploded bugs on the window.
Ron: The hell were you doing out there?
**Russell cries... Amber takes the the apple out of his mouth and gives it to ron.**
Ron: Those.... son of a bitchin' trees got him.
Curtis: We're coming back later and burning this entire forest down.
Ron: Well after sunday.... I think starting forest fires should come second to ncw business.
**We fade out....**