Post by Zombie DankMorris on Feb 19, 2012 13:17:03 GMT -5
KMDC
Part 5
Zombie McMorris stands in front of the WCF promo backdrop in the WCF arena to give his growing fans and cowardly opponents another piece if his mind, weather they want it or not.
Zombie McMorris: We’re gonna play this little game again, aren’t we? The game where it takes my opponents the whole week to show up on WCF television. This is something that I’ come to expect from John Holms big nose because it’s the same shit he pulled last week, only to keep subjecting us to his ninety-nine percenter Pro wrestling attitude where they all think they’re the best and shit don’t stink. Well, I’m the one percent. I’m the bar room brawler who some half wit promoter thought he could make a buck on. I’m the lazy, drunk, out of shape guy that wrestles in high school gyms but ya know what, I made it to the big time. Zombie McMorris has risen to the same level as all these ninety-nine percenters that come in with a chip on their shoulders. So Fear, are you still kicking back with your lady boy wife in your upper east side apartment pretending that you’re confident, knowing that in just a few hours you’ll be in that ring again with a man that’s clearly better then you even though I have half the talent an experience? What about you Vagina-ble? Are you out right now in the streets on Reading pretending to be batman?
That’s what ya’ll are doing. Ya’ll a bunch of punk ass, fake ass, bitches. Fear, if you were anything of what you claimed you were, you woulda shut my mouth last fucking week but you can’t. Vagina-ble, how long did it take you to win you’re first US championship? A lot longer then it took me to get a match with you? Well listen up queer bears cuz’ ya little play time fantasy has come to a motha fuckin end! Where two are the generic pieces of shit that clog the bowl worse then I do after eating Mexican. I’m that genuine asshole that’s gonna walk right up to you and knock your face in regardless of what may happen. You look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you aren’t the least bit fucking intimidated! Go on, Just show the world how much of your idiotic lives are a fucking lie!
This is the week, this is the time for Zombie McMorris to be recognized as the man that he really is. Not just some promotional champion but the champion of the common man whose got vices and problems. The guys who beat their wives, yell at their children and drink their lives away at the strip clubs. You are looking into the eyes of the ultimate American man where he does what he wants and when he wants because he has the balls to back it up! So enjoy your little title reign while you can Vagina-ble after you defeated the American Hero but you ain’t gonna defeat a strong willed red blooded asshole that is a truly free man. I’m the guy that Clint Eastwood has on his mantelpiece. I’m true anarchy, apathy and selfishness. You two fuckin chumps just pretend to be for fifteen minutes a week but Zombie McMorris is twenty-four seven, three sixty five! Boots to asses, fist to faces and coke to nose, baby! After tonight, WCF will see a new US Champion, one they can be proud of because deep down their just like me. A smelly, dirty, pissed off, fuck society mentality that wishes that they had the nut sack to speak their fuckin minds. So why don’t the both of you fuck ‘tards speak before you act because Zombies got you on mother fuckin’ lock! There’s a new change to the World Tour 69’ line up. Next stop is the US championship an we ain’t fucki leavin till the cokes all gone, the world lit on fuckin fire and the disease of the honey badger as gone nation wide!
And pussy ass pretenders like you and ripped a new axe wound when your trampled by the World tour 69’ Revolution when I curb stomp both your asses into the mat and you’ll know that my shits for fucking real when I walk into Time Bomb for my third fucking match in WCF as the US Champion.
Deuces Bitch!
