Post by Ron Gibson on Oct 16, 2009 21:47:03 GMT -6
**Ron is shown walking in slow motion. Carrying the ncw title belt, dragging it across the ground waiting. He looks as people approach to his right. He stares at those coming from the left. He takes his title and throws it up, pretending it's a gun and shooting at them. They stare at him.... he winks back. A test... to scare them and show him he isn't afraid at what they truly are. He returns to the mobile locker room, the door is busted wide open and he sits. He pulls out a pack of smokes, whips out a single and starts to light it up.**
Curtis: When the hell do you smoke?
Ron: I don't smoke. In these days, you have to be ready to take chances. Cancer is the least of my concerns, defending america and holding on to these championships is what I care about. You have kids to worry about and a wife sitting at home knitting you a christmas sweater, curtis. While someone like willy has a kid on the streets selling himself...
Russell: Whoa... you can't say that.
Curtis: You didn't let him finish.
Ron: A kid on the streets selling himself.... boxes a girl scout cookies because he doesn't know what sex he is. A regular buffalo bill in the making. It's sad.... it's really sad is when you marry some bitch that outperforms you on every level. That wins the one match you can't win. What happens with you? You fade into the shadows, becoming a myth of existence. Lying around on the sofa bed, watching blues clues with your sexually disturbed kid. Collecting money you got from a divorce, from the only success in your life. What happen? Why are you here now? Stumble across us? "Hey those are the guys from that other company.... look they're successful there. Maybe I can be too?" Is that the question that was asked over and over again.... Nothing you can tarnish. Just more blood... sweat... and tears to pour out for a quick buck.
Curtis: There is no such thing as a quick buck... We take those dreams and turn them into nightmares of rape. You may escape quick but not without getting ****ed.
Ron: He would be better off. Sitting at home. Watching his son prance around in his mothers wrestling gear. Why would he imitate a loser? When the real winner has nice tits, smoking ass, and a pus...
Russell: NO DAMNIT!!!!!
Ron: I hope.... I truly hope this is what you want willy. You probably can turn a few bucks here and there. Look at wrestling great charlie haas.
Curtis: You mean joe.
Ron: Who?
Curtis: Whoa... nevermind.
Ron: You can be the haas of ncw. You can gain a huge fanbase that celebrates and cheers on failure. You can get paid for that.... which I guess is better than taking alimony from "the ex". You can sample this out first willy. Just be sure to show up on sunday. Put on that angry face of yours, sell it to the people that you want these belts and you will stop at nothing to gain them. Sell the people that.... and I will....
Curtis: We will...
Ron: Give you the beating only the best deserve.... free of charge.
Curtis: Tax free.
Ron: Give alittle sweat... tears... maybe some blood and the people will be with you. They will buy that you tried your hardest to overcome the odds of dirty dealing. They will buy that you just missed capturing the big one. They will buy that you actually are a formidable opponent for anyone who walks through the curtain. The only downside to this willy, your son never respects you. Which again is not a concern. Seeing as he will trade a sporting bra for tights anyday.
Russell: I'm not sure speaking of a child is wise.
Ron: Why? It's easy... makes me look tough... pisses people off... basically makes us more money. Which in turn pays off your costs.
Russell: But I never receive money....
Ron: Oh... we put it in the bank. We know your kind... you will probably go out and buy some smack. Dirty Deal Investments is here for you russell.
Russell: .....
Ron: As for you, terminus. I know you're off the radar right now. YOu figured two southern boys like us couldn't figure the plan out. We must be dumb fools.... I NOTICED YOUR PATH OF DESTRUCTION!!! Trailers just don't tip down in the south for nothing... someone did it. Something not of this nature.... nothing made by mother earth. The future...
Curtis: Do the trons have anything to do with this?
Ron: We pissed them off in the past. They very well could have something to do with this but it's not them that is here. Not them that threaten us.... it's him.... it's a machine. Not a human, no feelings or emotions. A machine.... he doesn't care about these belts. He's a machine.... man always beats machine.
Curtis: Aside from robocop.
Ron: Ofcourse.... robocop is badass. We can't even beat robocop, he's out to destroy scum like us. Terminus.... well... he's about to go obsolete.
Curtis: Hell of a tag team name that would be for two guys like them... err... guy and machine.
Ron: It's ok.... willy makes the same mistake when he calls his kid... son.
**Ron and Curtis chuckle, while russell shakes his head in disapproval.**
Russell: I wish my dad never made that mistake. I wouldn't need to lock my door in the night....
Ron: ....
Curtis: .....
**We fade out......**
Curtis: When the hell do you smoke?
Ron: I don't smoke. In these days, you have to be ready to take chances. Cancer is the least of my concerns, defending america and holding on to these championships is what I care about. You have kids to worry about and a wife sitting at home knitting you a christmas sweater, curtis. While someone like willy has a kid on the streets selling himself...
Russell: Whoa... you can't say that.
Curtis: You didn't let him finish.
Ron: A kid on the streets selling himself.... boxes a girl scout cookies because he doesn't know what sex he is. A regular buffalo bill in the making. It's sad.... it's really sad is when you marry some bitch that outperforms you on every level. That wins the one match you can't win. What happens with you? You fade into the shadows, becoming a myth of existence. Lying around on the sofa bed, watching blues clues with your sexually disturbed kid. Collecting money you got from a divorce, from the only success in your life. What happen? Why are you here now? Stumble across us? "Hey those are the guys from that other company.... look they're successful there. Maybe I can be too?" Is that the question that was asked over and over again.... Nothing you can tarnish. Just more blood... sweat... and tears to pour out for a quick buck.
Curtis: There is no such thing as a quick buck... We take those dreams and turn them into nightmares of rape. You may escape quick but not without getting ****ed.
Ron: He would be better off. Sitting at home. Watching his son prance around in his mothers wrestling gear. Why would he imitate a loser? When the real winner has nice tits, smoking ass, and a pus...
Russell: NO DAMNIT!!!!!
Ron: I hope.... I truly hope this is what you want willy. You probably can turn a few bucks here and there. Look at wrestling great charlie haas.
Curtis: You mean joe.
Ron: Who?
Curtis: Whoa... nevermind.
Ron: You can be the haas of ncw. You can gain a huge fanbase that celebrates and cheers on failure. You can get paid for that.... which I guess is better than taking alimony from "the ex". You can sample this out first willy. Just be sure to show up on sunday. Put on that angry face of yours, sell it to the people that you want these belts and you will stop at nothing to gain them. Sell the people that.... and I will....
Curtis: We will...
Ron: Give you the beating only the best deserve.... free of charge.
Curtis: Tax free.
Ron: Give alittle sweat... tears... maybe some blood and the people will be with you. They will buy that you tried your hardest to overcome the odds of dirty dealing. They will buy that you just missed capturing the big one. They will buy that you actually are a formidable opponent for anyone who walks through the curtain. The only downside to this willy, your son never respects you. Which again is not a concern. Seeing as he will trade a sporting bra for tights anyday.
Russell: I'm not sure speaking of a child is wise.
Ron: Why? It's easy... makes me look tough... pisses people off... basically makes us more money. Which in turn pays off your costs.
Russell: But I never receive money....
Ron: Oh... we put it in the bank. We know your kind... you will probably go out and buy some smack. Dirty Deal Investments is here for you russell.
Russell: .....
Ron: As for you, terminus. I know you're off the radar right now. YOu figured two southern boys like us couldn't figure the plan out. We must be dumb fools.... I NOTICED YOUR PATH OF DESTRUCTION!!! Trailers just don't tip down in the south for nothing... someone did it. Something not of this nature.... nothing made by mother earth. The future...
Curtis: Do the trons have anything to do with this?
Ron: We pissed them off in the past. They very well could have something to do with this but it's not them that is here. Not them that threaten us.... it's him.... it's a machine. Not a human, no feelings or emotions. A machine.... he doesn't care about these belts. He's a machine.... man always beats machine.
Curtis: Aside from robocop.
Ron: Ofcourse.... robocop is badass. We can't even beat robocop, he's out to destroy scum like us. Terminus.... well... he's about to go obsolete.
Curtis: Hell of a tag team name that would be for two guys like them... err... guy and machine.
Ron: It's ok.... willy makes the same mistake when he calls his kid... son.
**Ron and Curtis chuckle, while russell shakes his head in disapproval.**
Russell: I wish my dad never made that mistake. I wouldn't need to lock my door in the night....
Ron: ....
Curtis: .....
**We fade out......**