Post by Zombie DankMorris on Dec 9, 2015 22:02:44 GMT -5
Rp1
Slam!
Must Be some sorta Strange Bedfellows match, or sunthin’
Preecha k-k-k-kommon/ Patrilli-manilli
vs.
Dat Double Champ of Hawt American Darkness / LOLPunkin again? Fa Serious?
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Chapter I: Return to Conquer
Airport Hilton Hotel conference room
Indian-apple-lust, Indiana
:: Channel 5, 10, Fox News, W-Sea-Ef were snappin pics like the Lindsey Lohan poon just spilled over the table at an all you can eat buffet. Sure, you’ve seen it, but this time, you knew it was special. There were 5 rows of those fancy red velvet backed chairs and a banner above a conference table that read: “ Dat Hawt American Darkness.” Vinny Mac Roman and Mike Triple- XL-Streme where sittin at the table. Extreme on the end, Roman in the middle and me, myself and the mother fuckin Honey Badger one and only sittin on the other end. I could go on and on about that style and that cheddar that is the Paris Hilton express poon that’s been oozing from the walls like the blood and sweat of fallen warriors.
So many THICK have fallen from that poon. Jam Willy bless you, you brave souls. You just didn’t know what you were getting into. You just didn’t KNOW!But Vincent knew. He knows. Yah, its been a long time since you’ve seen or heard from Vincent but he’s back and he’s ready to do what he always does. Lets listen in. ::
“Hello, my children.” Vincent smiles that deep painful smile. The one where he purses his lips together like his about to slip the world a hawt Cosby. And he is.
“ Have you missed me? I’ve, I’ve missed you. I know that it has been a long, long time but I’ve been…” Vincent looks at Extreme and pats him on the back before returning his attention to the cameras.
“ I’ve been scouting for talent. The Lawful Chaotic. The Dark Prince of Darkness, the Champion of Dark-Merica, Michael Extreme-Roman! And I have called this press conference because, lets face it. The world needs me. The world needs law, order.. it needs leadership. Where was Jim Thuggin when WCF was attacked by VERB-VERB, formally IS-IS, but I’m not going to give them the satisfaction. Jim Thuggin has failed WCF. He has failed as a leader, as a manager and as a man- or alien thing, whatever his gimmick is; it is not working. So I ask you this: Why put your faith in a devil that you don’t know when you could put your faith in that Jew-eyed Devil that you DO know? Exactly. Exactly. So I have put together a team, a team that can and will rise to the challenge. Dat Hawt American Darkness and they will exterminate the VERB-VERB, threat that faces both WZF and Dark-Merica. We are coming into the biggest Pay Per View in WZF history and where is Hash Tag Beach Krew Faggotry? I do not mean Wade Moor, Godnilla, our lord, who are though under da sea.. No, I mean Hash Tag Beach Krew Faggotry? Da Tag Team Titles? Let me tell you something. The Tag Team Titles ain’t worth shit. They not been worth a damn since Robert Hercules Cairo held them some six plus months ago. That is why we are here.
Beach Krew has two belts. One of which does not even matter. Wheres the dominance I ask you, where the fear? Where is the Conquer? Where is the Hate? This is a travesty of Tweener Bullshit is what it is! Heel’in out is not a damn hashtag! It’s a way of life! MY life, their life, our life! Its that Hawt American Darkness, joint! Questions!?”
:: One reporter raises her hand. ::
“ Yes, you in the red with the tits and the lipstick.” Pure class, by Roman.
“ So are these two an official tag team?” Asks the reporter, thinkin she got the scoop. But the bitch clear don’t listen.
“ Yes. They are. They are because WZF needs them. WZF needs cohesion, and coordinated –coordination. It needs what Beach Krew cannot be. It needs what Rabid and Kemp cant do. It needs what The Peoples Choice cant do. WZF needs what only Vincent Buddy Roman can do and that is lead, from the front. Now what I want you all to do is stand up and put your hands over your heart and in a loud clear voice exclaim with pride: WE! THE DARKNESS!
At One, The Dark Prince of Dark-Merica goes one on one with ..bleek, Chelsea Armstrong. Who, who we beat two weeks ago. Now she gets a chance for the Dark-Merica championship? This is more of that drunk Seth booking than anything else. And MY client, Zombie McMorris? He done crippled the emotional cripple. He got lobotomized the idiot. He done Annihilated the Arch Duke of Dumb bullshit, Alex Richards. Now he stands at ONE without an opponent. The man who holds twenty five percent of the WZF gold, is without an opponent. But I’m glad that Greybeard and Stampy are on the card. I’m glad that Bonnie Blue has a match. Hell, Preecha Kamon and Patrilla have a tag team title match after this week? And what have they done as of late except for this week when they get wrecked by Dat Hawt American Darkness..”
“ Um, Mr. Roman. Uh, ZMAC is teaming with punkin this week.” Interrupts a reporter.
“ Punkin? Caliban? Calibad? The Gorryville gang bang champion? He’s gotten his puss crushed so many times by so many men, that its like an elephants muddy footprint. But that does not matter. That is of no consequence. Calibad will do his part because calibad needs wins like he needs his gorryvile axe wound crushed. We all know that MY client does not like Caliban. They never got along. Now they are in this strange bedfellows match. Maybe this is a way of Seth testing the waters because is marque match, involving my client was thrown out the window when Zombie McMorris broke Alex Richards spirit and casted him out of the company. Is this what have to look forward to; Zombie McMorris verse Caliban again… why? We know whats going to happen. ZMACs going to troll him. Caliban is going to quit and we’re right back to where we started.
So let me ask you another question. Is this supposed to give Preecha and Patrilli a leg up at one? Hey, you beat two guys that hate each others guts, heres the tag team championship. Good luck in that waste of a division. Here Preecha, you remind us of John Gable, wink wink, please do what you used to do. Heres Patrilli, he’s just a warm body. Treat him well. We just don’t want you to go into ONE and shame three teams all by yourself, I mean, even though Raymond Hatcher and Adam Young don’t even count as people, let alone a team. But hey, after that match they can get a sponsorship with subway. Just as long as Hatcher keeps his dirty little secrets to himself.”
“ Did you just infer that Raymond Hatcher molests children?” Asks another report.
“ Yes. Yes I did. Because I am a blunt individual. I have the balls and the guts, and the Jewish Word for intestinal fortitude that can’t be bothered to google at this point in time! Dat Hawt American Darkness stands up and calls it like we see it and we are applauded for our courage and convictions! But that’s OK, in this fucked up world, its probably OK for Raymond Hatcher to molest children. Theres probably a civil rights group and a fund and fucking political platform and heaven fuckin-“
:: Buddy Roman flips the table and rips his tie off and begins shouting in anger, foaming at the mouth N’ shit.::
“ The fuck is going on here!? Do you see what the fuck I’m talking about? Do you see the world that you’re livin in? We livin in a world where Gemini Battle is fighting for a world title… We are living in a world where Chelsea Fucking Armstrong is seen as a legitimate contender?! What the fuck is wrong with you people! This is exactly why I came back and I’m going to start skull fuckin mother fuckers left and fuckin’ right!
Conquer. The Fuckin. Hate
Slam!
Must Be some sorta Strange Bedfellows match, or sunthin’
Preecha k-k-k-kommon/ Patrilli-manilli
vs.
Dat Double Champ of Hawt American Darkness / LOLPunkin again? Fa Serious?
_______________________________________
Chapter I: Return to Conquer
Airport Hilton Hotel conference room
Indian-apple-lust, Indiana
:: Channel 5, 10, Fox News, W-Sea-Ef were snappin pics like the Lindsey Lohan poon just spilled over the table at an all you can eat buffet. Sure, you’ve seen it, but this time, you knew it was special. There were 5 rows of those fancy red velvet backed chairs and a banner above a conference table that read: “ Dat Hawt American Darkness.” Vinny Mac Roman and Mike Triple- XL-Streme where sittin at the table. Extreme on the end, Roman in the middle and me, myself and the mother fuckin Honey Badger one and only sittin on the other end. I could go on and on about that style and that cheddar that is the Paris Hilton express poon that’s been oozing from the walls like the blood and sweat of fallen warriors.
So many THICK have fallen from that poon. Jam Willy bless you, you brave souls. You just didn’t know what you were getting into. You just didn’t KNOW!But Vincent knew. He knows. Yah, its been a long time since you’ve seen or heard from Vincent but he’s back and he’s ready to do what he always does. Lets listen in. ::
“Hello, my children.” Vincent smiles that deep painful smile. The one where he purses his lips together like his about to slip the world a hawt Cosby. And he is.
“ Have you missed me? I’ve, I’ve missed you. I know that it has been a long, long time but I’ve been…” Vincent looks at Extreme and pats him on the back before returning his attention to the cameras.
“ I’ve been scouting for talent. The Lawful Chaotic. The Dark Prince of Darkness, the Champion of Dark-Merica, Michael Extreme-Roman! And I have called this press conference because, lets face it. The world needs me. The world needs law, order.. it needs leadership. Where was Jim Thuggin when WCF was attacked by VERB-VERB, formally IS-IS, but I’m not going to give them the satisfaction. Jim Thuggin has failed WCF. He has failed as a leader, as a manager and as a man- or alien thing, whatever his gimmick is; it is not working. So I ask you this: Why put your faith in a devil that you don’t know when you could put your faith in that Jew-eyed Devil that you DO know? Exactly. Exactly. So I have put together a team, a team that can and will rise to the challenge. Dat Hawt American Darkness and they will exterminate the VERB-VERB, threat that faces both WZF and Dark-Merica. We are coming into the biggest Pay Per View in WZF history and where is Hash Tag Beach Krew Faggotry? I do not mean Wade Moor, Godnilla, our lord, who are though under da sea.. No, I mean Hash Tag Beach Krew Faggotry? Da Tag Team Titles? Let me tell you something. The Tag Team Titles ain’t worth shit. They not been worth a damn since Robert Hercules Cairo held them some six plus months ago. That is why we are here.
Beach Krew has two belts. One of which does not even matter. Wheres the dominance I ask you, where the fear? Where is the Conquer? Where is the Hate? This is a travesty of Tweener Bullshit is what it is! Heel’in out is not a damn hashtag! It’s a way of life! MY life, their life, our life! Its that Hawt American Darkness, joint! Questions!?”
:: One reporter raises her hand. ::
“ Yes, you in the red with the tits and the lipstick.” Pure class, by Roman.
“ So are these two an official tag team?” Asks the reporter, thinkin she got the scoop. But the bitch clear don’t listen.
“ Yes. They are. They are because WZF needs them. WZF needs cohesion, and coordinated –coordination. It needs what Beach Krew cannot be. It needs what Rabid and Kemp cant do. It needs what The Peoples Choice cant do. WZF needs what only Vincent Buddy Roman can do and that is lead, from the front. Now what I want you all to do is stand up and put your hands over your heart and in a loud clear voice exclaim with pride: WE! THE DARKNESS!
At One, The Dark Prince of Dark-Merica goes one on one with ..bleek, Chelsea Armstrong. Who, who we beat two weeks ago. Now she gets a chance for the Dark-Merica championship? This is more of that drunk Seth booking than anything else. And MY client, Zombie McMorris? He done crippled the emotional cripple. He got lobotomized the idiot. He done Annihilated the Arch Duke of Dumb bullshit, Alex Richards. Now he stands at ONE without an opponent. The man who holds twenty five percent of the WZF gold, is without an opponent. But I’m glad that Greybeard and Stampy are on the card. I’m glad that Bonnie Blue has a match. Hell, Preecha Kamon and Patrilla have a tag team title match after this week? And what have they done as of late except for this week when they get wrecked by Dat Hawt American Darkness..”
“ Um, Mr. Roman. Uh, ZMAC is teaming with punkin this week.” Interrupts a reporter.
“ Punkin? Caliban? Calibad? The Gorryville gang bang champion? He’s gotten his puss crushed so many times by so many men, that its like an elephants muddy footprint. But that does not matter. That is of no consequence. Calibad will do his part because calibad needs wins like he needs his gorryvile axe wound crushed. We all know that MY client does not like Caliban. They never got along. Now they are in this strange bedfellows match. Maybe this is a way of Seth testing the waters because is marque match, involving my client was thrown out the window when Zombie McMorris broke Alex Richards spirit and casted him out of the company. Is this what have to look forward to; Zombie McMorris verse Caliban again… why? We know whats going to happen. ZMACs going to troll him. Caliban is going to quit and we’re right back to where we started.
So let me ask you another question. Is this supposed to give Preecha and Patrilli a leg up at one? Hey, you beat two guys that hate each others guts, heres the tag team championship. Good luck in that waste of a division. Here Preecha, you remind us of John Gable, wink wink, please do what you used to do. Heres Patrilli, he’s just a warm body. Treat him well. We just don’t want you to go into ONE and shame three teams all by yourself, I mean, even though Raymond Hatcher and Adam Young don’t even count as people, let alone a team. But hey, after that match they can get a sponsorship with subway. Just as long as Hatcher keeps his dirty little secrets to himself.”
“ Did you just infer that Raymond Hatcher molests children?” Asks another report.
“ Yes. Yes I did. Because I am a blunt individual. I have the balls and the guts, and the Jewish Word for intestinal fortitude that can’t be bothered to google at this point in time! Dat Hawt American Darkness stands up and calls it like we see it and we are applauded for our courage and convictions! But that’s OK, in this fucked up world, its probably OK for Raymond Hatcher to molest children. Theres probably a civil rights group and a fund and fucking political platform and heaven fuckin-“
:: Buddy Roman flips the table and rips his tie off and begins shouting in anger, foaming at the mouth N’ shit.::
“ The fuck is going on here!? Do you see what the fuck I’m talking about? Do you see the world that you’re livin in? We livin in a world where Gemini Battle is fighting for a world title… We are living in a world where Chelsea Fucking Armstrong is seen as a legitimate contender?! What the fuck is wrong with you people! This is exactly why I came back and I’m going to start skull fuckin mother fuckers left and fuckin’ right!
Conquer. The Fuckin. Hate
