Post by Ron Gibson on Sept 12, 2009 21:36:18 GMT -6
**Dirty Deal pulls up to the american airlines arena. As they sit in the mobile locker room, they just stare at the structure in awe.**
Ron: Ah.... it's such a beautiful structure. Just think about it curtis... all the people that have gone down in there. You know like... him.... and him...
Curtis: Not to forget the team of them and him.
Ron: Awesome memories. Not to mention that time took dwayne wade in her mou...
Russell: No.
Curtis: It's a shame though. Sunday.... the destruction of this place will be heart breaking to witness.
Ron: We are going to literally tear this place down. Brick....
Curtis: by brick. Using our barehands to demolish such ****.
Ron: It's sucks... everyone who wrestles here is ****. Plays here... is ****. Sings here.... is ****. Dirty Deal however is going to give it one last memory. A smile as it falls down in the distance. The forever image of dirty deal hoisting up the tag team titles. The imprinted souls of the dykes and zainy jimmy. The one good will be able to erase years of suckage. While thinking of this, I have that promo of zainy jimmy running through my head.
IT ANNOYS ME!!!!!
That he doesn't give us any recognition.
Curtis: I find it hard to swallow, that he believes all of the above will happen except.
DIRTY DEAL PINNING HIS SOUR ASSHOLE!
But I guess that's what happens when your inzane in the membrane.
**Ron takes a rock.... he chucks it as far as he can. Hoping that it hits the building and knocks it down. Except his aim sucks, his arm blows, and well it slams into the face of some senior citizen. Considering she is blind, there is no repercussions.**
Ron: Jimmy Inzane, I understand you're sad. I understand you have a life that isn't worth living anymore. Dirty Deal is good for this. We help to put people like you to rest. So you don't bother or harm those around you. I can only imagine the harm you will cause to your former friends, when they drop the ball in helping you gain the x-division title. I can only hope, you stand back and wonder.... where's my motorbike? But don't worry.... mac or logan will let you ride them. But you get to ride like a bitch, holding on to their wastes wondering what happened. It's ok jimmy.... win or lose. Riding bitch is only happy ending which will come of sunday night.
Curtis: He's not even worth wasting a thought on. Mac Bane.... different story.
**Ron takes his title off the windshield. Breathes on it, then cleans the dirty bugs off it. Curtis watches, as russell takes the other belt. He goes up to the senior and tries picking her up....**
Russell: Hey baby. Feel this.... it's hard alright but it's also gold.
Senior: RAPIST!!!!!!!!!
**She starts smacking him with her handbag. Russell fights his inner black man.... holding back all tempt to smack her with a title. Curtis looks on excited, ron glances over and smirks.**
Ron: Pain? Pain from striking me with a cage... a chair.... a weapon of mass destruction? Strike us once... shame on you. Strike us twice.... shame on me. It will be more shameful when we turn your life of wrestling into a life on the street. Using the skills you crafted in this ring to smurf off people on the street. It's not bad at all. Look at amber, her mouthing skills she put to very good use. When we got her out of a deadend job. No complaints..... easy job.... good pay.... good hours. It will be my honor to churn your skill into a street job. Just don't compete with amber, she will shank a bitch.
Curtis: WHIP THAT OLD WRINKLED ASS!!!!!
Ron: I guarentee.... with the life amber has been living. She can cause more pain to someone like us. Then some guys refereed to as syndicate. Sin? It's what you're living in, if you think that you can hit the ball out of the park. That you can stand here.... call your shot... and deliver in front of the fans. You think we're going to throw something for you to hit? No. When you feel that pain across your face.... as you stiffen up and frighten. Not knowing where you are. Remember.... you may have call your shot but I have ultimate control as the ball defaces you and you eat dirt.....
Curtis: DO IT!!!!
**Russell walks away, not putting his inherited abilities to test. He pussies out because he is afraid of looking cool because lame is the only thing he is good at.**
Ron: Just like your buddy....
Curtis: what buddy?
Ron: The one that lives in the earth.... the one who is home to worms and maggots..... the one who smells worse than russell and amber. The one who they cry about when they reflect.
Curtis: But he was there friend..... their soul mate.... the cream to their all white oreo.....
Ron: I know... sad. I wish he was still alive and walking around this world. He could see the mistake he made, when we humiliate the syndicates. Pretenders and not contenders to the best tag team in this company. As for logan.... you need to stop being greedy. You will settle for what dirty deal gives you. I see a room... ugly mole faced nurse in her 70's. Smoking on a cigarette... blowing smoke in your face.... as you lay there. Going no where....
Curtis: Kind of hot....
Ron: She locks the door.... she hops aboard.... and slowly takes away the life that dirty deal left you with. RIDE!!!!!! RIDE HIM LIKE A COWBOY!!!!
Curtis: When you awake.... when you see this is all you have....
Ron: I hope your ready to settle for it because she will not be getting off the saddle anytime soon. She will ride it until a nub is left... grinding that **** into little pieces like the maggots that chew away at what's left of jw.
Amber: .....
Russell: .....
Curtis: Bravo.
Ron: Not sure what they're looking at. I thought it was quite rude and lived up to what dirty deal is all about... being dirty ruthless bastards who maim those who aim for these belts. We are in control.....
Curtis: You settle with what we decide to give you.
Ron: it surely will not be these ncw tag team titles. Let's get ready to grind the syndicates out of tag team contention.
Curtis: I am ready....
Ron: so am I.... I think rob is ready too. What's stopping us now?
Curtis: Nothing.
**Dirty Deal head up to the front door. They look at each other and then push in the front doors. Locked. Ron looks at russell....**
Ron: Hey.... you need to use those inherited skills of yours to get us in. We can't be late.
Russell: The show isn't until tomorrow.
Ron: .....GET US IN YOU BLACK SMURFING SMURFFER!!!!!
**Russell just stands there looking at them.... we fade out as they look to strike down on him.**
Ron: Ah.... it's such a beautiful structure. Just think about it curtis... all the people that have gone down in there. You know like... him.... and him...
Curtis: Not to forget the team of them and him.
Ron: Awesome memories. Not to mention that time took dwayne wade in her mou...
Russell: No.
Curtis: It's a shame though. Sunday.... the destruction of this place will be heart breaking to witness.
Ron: We are going to literally tear this place down. Brick....
Curtis: by brick. Using our barehands to demolish such ****.
Ron: It's sucks... everyone who wrestles here is ****. Plays here... is ****. Sings here.... is ****. Dirty Deal however is going to give it one last memory. A smile as it falls down in the distance. The forever image of dirty deal hoisting up the tag team titles. The imprinted souls of the dykes and zainy jimmy. The one good will be able to erase years of suckage. While thinking of this, I have that promo of zainy jimmy running through my head.
IT ANNOYS ME!!!!!
That he doesn't give us any recognition.
Curtis: I find it hard to swallow, that he believes all of the above will happen except.
DIRTY DEAL PINNING HIS SOUR ASSHOLE!
But I guess that's what happens when your inzane in the membrane.
**Ron takes a rock.... he chucks it as far as he can. Hoping that it hits the building and knocks it down. Except his aim sucks, his arm blows, and well it slams into the face of some senior citizen. Considering she is blind, there is no repercussions.**
Ron: Jimmy Inzane, I understand you're sad. I understand you have a life that isn't worth living anymore. Dirty Deal is good for this. We help to put people like you to rest. So you don't bother or harm those around you. I can only imagine the harm you will cause to your former friends, when they drop the ball in helping you gain the x-division title. I can only hope, you stand back and wonder.... where's my motorbike? But don't worry.... mac or logan will let you ride them. But you get to ride like a bitch, holding on to their wastes wondering what happened. It's ok jimmy.... win or lose. Riding bitch is only happy ending which will come of sunday night.
Curtis: He's not even worth wasting a thought on. Mac Bane.... different story.
**Ron takes his title off the windshield. Breathes on it, then cleans the dirty bugs off it. Curtis watches, as russell takes the other belt. He goes up to the senior and tries picking her up....**
Russell: Hey baby. Feel this.... it's hard alright but it's also gold.
Senior: RAPIST!!!!!!!!!
**She starts smacking him with her handbag. Russell fights his inner black man.... holding back all tempt to smack her with a title. Curtis looks on excited, ron glances over and smirks.**
Ron: Pain? Pain from striking me with a cage... a chair.... a weapon of mass destruction? Strike us once... shame on you. Strike us twice.... shame on me. It will be more shameful when we turn your life of wrestling into a life on the street. Using the skills you crafted in this ring to smurf off people on the street. It's not bad at all. Look at amber, her mouthing skills she put to very good use. When we got her out of a deadend job. No complaints..... easy job.... good pay.... good hours. It will be my honor to churn your skill into a street job. Just don't compete with amber, she will shank a bitch.
Curtis: WHIP THAT OLD WRINKLED ASS!!!!!
Ron: I guarentee.... with the life amber has been living. She can cause more pain to someone like us. Then some guys refereed to as syndicate. Sin? It's what you're living in, if you think that you can hit the ball out of the park. That you can stand here.... call your shot... and deliver in front of the fans. You think we're going to throw something for you to hit? No. When you feel that pain across your face.... as you stiffen up and frighten. Not knowing where you are. Remember.... you may have call your shot but I have ultimate control as the ball defaces you and you eat dirt.....
Curtis: DO IT!!!!
**Russell walks away, not putting his inherited abilities to test. He pussies out because he is afraid of looking cool because lame is the only thing he is good at.**
Ron: Just like your buddy....
Curtis: what buddy?
Ron: The one that lives in the earth.... the one who is home to worms and maggots..... the one who smells worse than russell and amber. The one who they cry about when they reflect.
Curtis: But he was there friend..... their soul mate.... the cream to their all white oreo.....
Ron: I know... sad. I wish he was still alive and walking around this world. He could see the mistake he made, when we humiliate the syndicates. Pretenders and not contenders to the best tag team in this company. As for logan.... you need to stop being greedy. You will settle for what dirty deal gives you. I see a room... ugly mole faced nurse in her 70's. Smoking on a cigarette... blowing smoke in your face.... as you lay there. Going no where....
Curtis: Kind of hot....
Ron: She locks the door.... she hops aboard.... and slowly takes away the life that dirty deal left you with. RIDE!!!!!! RIDE HIM LIKE A COWBOY!!!!
Curtis: When you awake.... when you see this is all you have....
Ron: I hope your ready to settle for it because she will not be getting off the saddle anytime soon. She will ride it until a nub is left... grinding that **** into little pieces like the maggots that chew away at what's left of jw.
Amber: .....
Russell: .....
Curtis: Bravo.
Ron: Not sure what they're looking at. I thought it was quite rude and lived up to what dirty deal is all about... being dirty ruthless bastards who maim those who aim for these belts. We are in control.....
Curtis: You settle with what we decide to give you.
Ron: it surely will not be these ncw tag team titles. Let's get ready to grind the syndicates out of tag team contention.
Curtis: I am ready....
Ron: so am I.... I think rob is ready too. What's stopping us now?
Curtis: Nothing.
**Dirty Deal head up to the front door. They look at each other and then push in the front doors. Locked. Ron looks at russell....**
Ron: Hey.... you need to use those inherited skills of yours to get us in. We can't be late.
Russell: The show isn't until tomorrow.
Ron: .....GET US IN YOU BLACK SMURFING SMURFFER!!!!!
**Russell just stands there looking at them.... we fade out as they look to strike down on him.**