Post by emokid on Sept 11, 2009 20:27:13 GMT -6
(Ricky Blair is at City Streets in Downtown Fort Worth, in the dancing room. Blair has four very beautiful girls dancing around him. One is making out with Ricky, two are making out with each other. Ricky Blair is wearing a white button up shirt, a backwards Anaheim Angels hat, Jeans, and white K-Swiss. Before he goes to the camera, the one making out with him licks his nose. He pats her on the butt.)
RICKY BLAIR: (Walking around) Hi, I'm Ricky Blair. Pretty boy, ladies man, man you wish you could be, and SNW VIP. I was looking at the schedule for this weeks Onslaught, and found out I wasn't on the schedule. No match, no appearance, not even time in the announcer's booth. Absolutely nothing.
Now, I understnd why, because I should come with a warning saying "Ricky Blair will cause panties to come off women." Why? Well, did you see me with those women over there, begging for a piece of the Ricky Blair casserole? Mmmmm. Goddamn, the best score of my life. but, as in life, you love 'em, and then you leave 'em. Any guy in their right mind would want to trade places with me. It'll never happen, you know why? Because, I'm Ricky Blair, and you're a loser. you're common. You are absolutely nothing compared to me.
Yet, somehow, I was left off. Hmmm. Well, I guess it's a lack of a fair match. I guess they know that I'm the best. I mean, after all I'm the reason that Cyanide's gone, I'm the reason Chris Angel is still champion. I get nothing? No, no, no, no, no. I'm going to be at Onslaught this Saturday. I'm going to be there with bells on
(Arrives at bar)
BARTENDER: What can I get you?
RICKY BLAIR: The Ricky Blair special, a mojito.
BARTENDER: (Annoyed) Ok, coming right up. (Rolls eyes)
RICKY BLAIR: Whoa. Wait. What the hell was that look all about? Did you roll your eyes at me?
BARTENDER: Ummm
RICKY BLAIR: DID YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME?
BARTENDER: No.
RICKY BLAIR: Don't lie to me. Make my Mojito.
BARTENDER: (Annoyed) Ok, coming up.
RICKY BLAIR: I don't even know why your making my mojito. You're way beneath me. Not even worthy of kissing my ass. This Mojito better be the tastiest thing I have ever drank. I don't settle for less.
BARTENDER: (Saddened, hurt) $11.95
RICKY BLAIR: This better be good.
(Takes a sip of his mojito)
SNW, I'm going to be there whether you like it or not. This mojito ain't half bad.Still ain't better than.....me.
(Smirks, as he sips his mojito, as the camera fades to black)
RICKY BLAIR: (Walking around) Hi, I'm Ricky Blair. Pretty boy, ladies man, man you wish you could be, and SNW VIP. I was looking at the schedule for this weeks Onslaught, and found out I wasn't on the schedule. No match, no appearance, not even time in the announcer's booth. Absolutely nothing.
Now, I understnd why, because I should come with a warning saying "Ricky Blair will cause panties to come off women." Why? Well, did you see me with those women over there, begging for a piece of the Ricky Blair casserole? Mmmmm. Goddamn, the best score of my life. but, as in life, you love 'em, and then you leave 'em. Any guy in their right mind would want to trade places with me. It'll never happen, you know why? Because, I'm Ricky Blair, and you're a loser. you're common. You are absolutely nothing compared to me.
Yet, somehow, I was left off. Hmmm. Well, I guess it's a lack of a fair match. I guess they know that I'm the best. I mean, after all I'm the reason that Cyanide's gone, I'm the reason Chris Angel is still champion. I get nothing? No, no, no, no, no. I'm going to be at Onslaught this Saturday. I'm going to be there with bells on
(Arrives at bar)
BARTENDER: What can I get you?
RICKY BLAIR: The Ricky Blair special, a mojito.
BARTENDER: (Annoyed) Ok, coming right up. (Rolls eyes)
RICKY BLAIR: Whoa. Wait. What the hell was that look all about? Did you roll your eyes at me?
BARTENDER: Ummm
RICKY BLAIR: DID YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME?
BARTENDER: No.
RICKY BLAIR: Don't lie to me. Make my Mojito.
BARTENDER: (Annoyed) Ok, coming up.
RICKY BLAIR: I don't even know why your making my mojito. You're way beneath me. Not even worthy of kissing my ass. This Mojito better be the tastiest thing I have ever drank. I don't settle for less.
BARTENDER: (Saddened, hurt) $11.95
RICKY BLAIR: This better be good.
(Takes a sip of his mojito)
SNW, I'm going to be there whether you like it or not. This mojito ain't half bad.Still ain't better than.....me.
(Smirks, as he sips his mojito, as the camera fades to black)
