Post by emokid on Aug 30, 2009 19:11:24 GMT -6
(Ricky Blair sits in a club with a girl kissing his neck. Ricky Blair wears a white button up shirt, with a white New York Yankees hat on. Since he's sitting at a table, it's really hard to determine what kind of pants he's wearing. The girl is a brunette caucasian girl. She's wearing a black low cut dress. The girls moves from his neck to his mouth, where they do use tounge.)
RICKY BLAIR: Hey, baby. I'd love to continue, but I've got a video to shoot. Okay, baby.
GIRL: Ok, sexy. (Licks his nose)
RICKY BLAIR: Damn, you know that's hot. Ok, I'll catch up with you in a little bit. (He kisses her, sends her off, pats her on the butt) Keep that warm for me, baby.
Oh, hi. I'll bet you're wondering why I'm notdancing in front of a green screen, and cracking jokes, like the nice old Rick Roll I was before. I said it once, and if you didn't get it befor, it bears repeating. Rick Roll is dead.
(Picks up the old black unitard he wore as Rick Roll)
And it's only promising that I bury him here.
(Spits on the unitard, and throws it on the floor)
I don't need to dance like a retard on heroin to get noticed, I'm Ricky Blair, I can get noticed by myself. I don't need the help of a stupid, nonsense gimmick to get by. Did you see that girl on my lap? That brunette score over there. the one that gave me a ride.
(Camera pans the club)
That one over there. I got her number. I didn't ask for it, because I don't prefer easy, but I couldn't help it. She has the ass of a winner, and she was all over me. GODDAMN, it was great. That just proves something, I'm better than you. You wish you were me. you wish you had the reputation I had, but you don't. You're probably sitting around on the computer looking at internet porn, only wishing you could get girls like I could get. You look at me with the perfect 10 I was with, and point your finger, and say,"Damn, that Ricky Blair is lucky." Luck has nothing to do with it. I'm Ricky Blair. Women fall for me.
Cyanide wishes he were me. He wishes he could wrestle as well as I could. Cyanide wishes he could pick up the kind of score I pick up. But the truth is, Cyanide, and people like Cyanide, are losers, and they can never compare to real people like me. People that get what they want, when they want. And, that my friends, is the ever loving truth of the world. I get what I want because I'm better than you.
(Grabs the girl by the hip, and she sits on his lap. She licks his neck, as cameras fade to black.)
RICKY BLAIR: Hey, baby. I'd love to continue, but I've got a video to shoot. Okay, baby.
GIRL: Ok, sexy. (Licks his nose)
RICKY BLAIR: Damn, you know that's hot. Ok, I'll catch up with you in a little bit. (He kisses her, sends her off, pats her on the butt) Keep that warm for me, baby.
Oh, hi. I'll bet you're wondering why I'm notdancing in front of a green screen, and cracking jokes, like the nice old Rick Roll I was before. I said it once, and if you didn't get it befor, it bears repeating. Rick Roll is dead.
(Picks up the old black unitard he wore as Rick Roll)
And it's only promising that I bury him here.
(Spits on the unitard, and throws it on the floor)
I don't need to dance like a retard on heroin to get noticed, I'm Ricky Blair, I can get noticed by myself. I don't need the help of a stupid, nonsense gimmick to get by. Did you see that girl on my lap? That brunette score over there. the one that gave me a ride.
(Camera pans the club)
That one over there. I got her number. I didn't ask for it, because I don't prefer easy, but I couldn't help it. She has the ass of a winner, and she was all over me. GODDAMN, it was great. That just proves something, I'm better than you. You wish you were me. you wish you had the reputation I had, but you don't. You're probably sitting around on the computer looking at internet porn, only wishing you could get girls like I could get. You look at me with the perfect 10 I was with, and point your finger, and say,"Damn, that Ricky Blair is lucky." Luck has nothing to do with it. I'm Ricky Blair. Women fall for me.
Cyanide wishes he were me. He wishes he could wrestle as well as I could. Cyanide wishes he could pick up the kind of score I pick up. But the truth is, Cyanide, and people like Cyanide, are losers, and they can never compare to real people like me. People that get what they want, when they want. And, that my friends, is the ever loving truth of the world. I get what I want because I'm better than you.
(Grabs the girl by the hip, and she sits on his lap. She licks his neck, as cameras fade to black.)
