Post by Zombie DankMorris on Feb 12, 2012 17:21:41 GMT -5
KMDC
Part 3
Zombie McMorris sits out in the hall, away from the rest of the roster. We can see that he just finished lacing up his boots. They look like they’ve been on this earth longer then he has. Riddled with moth holes and various stain, Zombie isn’t one to upkeep appearances. Reaching down into that burlap sack of a duffle bag, zombie pulls out his elbow pads and starts to work them up his arms, periodically looking up at the camera and talking.
Zombie McMorris: Just saw Jason fears little promo he had there. Where were you again, Jason? The Hard Rock ?That yuppie piece of shit hole in the wall that’s meant to represent what I’m all about? Good call. Where is that again, New York? Funny that you’d go all the way to the NYC at four PM on Sunday night looking for me just to show the world that I’m not there. Wow, didn’t that back fire on your punk ass.
While you’re out attempting to prove a point that I’ve already proven, I’ve been right here. Ya know, the WCF arena. The place where you should be. I know, I know, you and your high roller, three time gimmickie tag team champion ass has the money to jet yourself down here just in time to knock some sense into me. Ya know, you’re the first guy I’ve ever seen to actually make a bigger nose out of himself.. Er.. Excuse me, ASS out of himself then his opponent. Way to be a tool there Fear, way to live up to your hype. You really are one to talk. You know exactly where I am yet you’re hundreds of miles away workin off a script?
Oh yeah, now I’m really afraid of the wear. You have some internet troll writing your promos for you. Its out there now folks, the man just blew his own fucking cover. The day I give you any sort of due there Jason is the day you walk out of a WCF event as a champion. Until then, keeping having Gewitz or Russo or some douche named PS Hayes writing your material because it’s the perfect reflection of you. It fucking sucks!
I’ll give you the few hours though to get your ass down to Reading, PA and cock strut your way into the building. I’ll be in the women’s bathroom, doin coke off of a fat chicks ass. I’ll even leave the door open a jar so you that stand outside and you man rub that big ol’ nose f yours till you blow a snot rocket all over your face. If that ain’t heads up though, tell you what, I’ll be the second match on the card, figure around eight fifteen. I’ll be the guy smashing Bankmenships face into the ground. You? You’ll be the guy sitting by the turn buckle, trying to give himself a strawberry milkshake.
Zombie finishes putting his pads on and stands up with a few hops.
If you don’t know what that is, go ask NvL, he’ll tell ya.
Zombie reaches down to start taping up his wrists.
What I can tell you though is that this won’t be the greatest wrestling match of all time, the decade or even the greatest match wrestled in the forty five seconds it takes you to get your nose off. What this will be, chump stain is Zombie McMorris and the World tour 69’ giving you a new Axe Wound because you’re nothing more then an over hyped un proven, unreliable, un believable piece of shit who over stayed his welcome in a business he had no right being in an the person to rid the world of him actually ends up being more famous he was..
Now hows that sound for Kurt Cobain… you fucking pussy.
See you in the ring, if you ever fucking make it.
Dueces Bitch!
Part 3
Zombie McMorris sits out in the hall, away from the rest of the roster. We can see that he just finished lacing up his boots. They look like they’ve been on this earth longer then he has. Riddled with moth holes and various stain, Zombie isn’t one to upkeep appearances. Reaching down into that burlap sack of a duffle bag, zombie pulls out his elbow pads and starts to work them up his arms, periodically looking up at the camera and talking.
Zombie McMorris: Just saw Jason fears little promo he had there. Where were you again, Jason? The Hard Rock ?That yuppie piece of shit hole in the wall that’s meant to represent what I’m all about? Good call. Where is that again, New York? Funny that you’d go all the way to the NYC at four PM on Sunday night looking for me just to show the world that I’m not there. Wow, didn’t that back fire on your punk ass.
While you’re out attempting to prove a point that I’ve already proven, I’ve been right here. Ya know, the WCF arena. The place where you should be. I know, I know, you and your high roller, three time gimmickie tag team champion ass has the money to jet yourself down here just in time to knock some sense into me. Ya know, you’re the first guy I’ve ever seen to actually make a bigger nose out of himself.. Er.. Excuse me, ASS out of himself then his opponent. Way to be a tool there Fear, way to live up to your hype. You really are one to talk. You know exactly where I am yet you’re hundreds of miles away workin off a script?
Oh yeah, now I’m really afraid of the wear. You have some internet troll writing your promos for you. Its out there now folks, the man just blew his own fucking cover. The day I give you any sort of due there Jason is the day you walk out of a WCF event as a champion. Until then, keeping having Gewitz or Russo or some douche named PS Hayes writing your material because it’s the perfect reflection of you. It fucking sucks!
I’ll give you the few hours though to get your ass down to Reading, PA and cock strut your way into the building. I’ll be in the women’s bathroom, doin coke off of a fat chicks ass. I’ll even leave the door open a jar so you that stand outside and you man rub that big ol’ nose f yours till you blow a snot rocket all over your face. If that ain’t heads up though, tell you what, I’ll be the second match on the card, figure around eight fifteen. I’ll be the guy smashing Bankmenships face into the ground. You? You’ll be the guy sitting by the turn buckle, trying to give himself a strawberry milkshake.
Zombie finishes putting his pads on and stands up with a few hops.
If you don’t know what that is, go ask NvL, he’ll tell ya.
Zombie reaches down to start taping up his wrists.
What I can tell you though is that this won’t be the greatest wrestling match of all time, the decade or even the greatest match wrestled in the forty five seconds it takes you to get your nose off. What this will be, chump stain is Zombie McMorris and the World tour 69’ giving you a new Axe Wound because you’re nothing more then an over hyped un proven, unreliable, un believable piece of shit who over stayed his welcome in a business he had no right being in an the person to rid the world of him actually ends up being more famous he was..
Now hows that sound for Kurt Cobain… you fucking pussy.
See you in the ring, if you ever fucking make it.
Dueces Bitch!
