Post by Zombie DankMorris on Mar 6, 2016 16:11:41 GMT -5
RP 2
WCF- Slam
Hardcore Title Match
Kat Phoenix
vs
Zombie McMorris
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Chapter I: Fat Mans Kingdom
Camp Crystal Buddy. Mcloughlin, Maine.
:: The Shapes administration cabin rested at the edge of the facility with everything centralized around ‘the square’ in the middle of the camp. The great hall was the crown jewel of the square, flanked by a common area and the infirmary. Four bunk houses were dotted around that, all of which had paths leading down towards the square and from that, to lake Cunningham Lake. The campers were lead to believe everything was fine, as children normally are but it was the Shape who had other ideas. He held a meeting in his cabin with the head counselors; Dream Killer and Bedtime Bob. ::
“ How are the children?” asks The Shape with a caring voice. “ Are they comfortable?” The Shape pretends to be busy with blank paper work but takes a moment to inquire the men with his eyes.
“ The Children-“ Rasps Bob, “ The children, ooh, yes, they’re good.”
“ All except that little Pheonix kid. He’s been wearing a dress and throwing mud on his face. First he was calling everyone a boudle but now he has flocked to familiar forms.” Dream Killer glances over towards the corner where the Evil Incarnate was standing; just a void darkness.
“ Good.” Smiles the Shape. “ Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery AND faggotry. “
“ You want us to kill her?” Asks Bob.
“ No.” Replies the Shape. “ We’ll take care of it.”
_______________________
Chapter II: A Hardcore Gambit : Bro-ny Edition, LOL
:: It was the weekly meeting of the Bronie Fan club at Colorado Springs community college. Oh, boi. Ain’t nothing nobody likes better than a bunch of 18 year old faggots who feel that they more about politics than anyone and even worse, otaku faggotry because they are so Hawaii? Kah-Y-EE? Whatevs. Ain’t nobody got time for google today; lol. It was that Bronie blackslash/ anime club meeting. The kind that game with MNT DEW, homemade Betty Crocker, the lusty musing of Inuyasha and the smell of cat piss. SRSLY. All these bitches smelled like cat piss. You white bitches are fat, ugly and have white PPL homes- Christ, take a fucking shower.
If’n you be thinkin ‘ who am I to judge;’ well ol’ Z has made a life choice. These bitches are just custy and lazy. Hwll, every dud up in the dub save for Fag Riddick and the Pride knows that bitches don’t take care of the poon till the early twenties. Right now these bitches smell like cat piss, fish and sour milk. They all sat cross legged on the floor around a large flat screen that hung on the wall. Some in socks, other in bare feet because its all ‘ nature’ N’ shit. Some looked like they were ready to much the soggy box but then ol’ Z stepped on the scene, classic style. Ripped jeans, Doc Martins, Griffins skull around my neck ( cuz lets face it, that match is won). They look at me like “ who the fuck are you?” ::
Zombie McMorris: Fuck you. I’m ZMAC!
* Say it loud and say it proud.*
:: They turn and giggle. ::
“ Zombie DickMorris, is more like it.” One of them says, giggling behind her hand, eyes fixated on my thick like KROD to so many trannys.
“ Are you a bronie?” asks another. “ We need more guys like you.”
Zombie McMorris: Nah, you bitches are just a backdrop for a brutal face fucking of some cheap pretender whose been tryin to ride up on my cock for years now.
:: I step out from the scene as the background greys out, like a theatre monologue. Its kinda what I do now. My days of killin it the way Dune days, for now, are over. ::
Eat
Sleep
Smoke rocks
Repeat
Zombie McMorris: So where in this loop are we now? The ‘ smoke rocks,’ part. The hawt fyah part. Hey, Pride, you sure I cant drop hawt fyah? You got people imitating me, trying to be Ol’ Z and yet here we are, one DUDE, one CHICK, tryin to come up to get his blackslash/ her azz whooped in a hardcore match for a hardcore title in the fact that maybe, just A MAYBE, that the fact that ya boi ( dats me ) is doubled book so that:
‘ HEY! Maybe I can steal a quick belt while ZMAC spreads himself thin’
Well, that would be a decent assumption, KP but to tell you the truth ( and LOL I AM). You’re wrong. Its you against me and me against you and me against ALL OF THE PRIDE.
That Zion( add the E?) Reddington redux because he done dropped out the first time and disappeared for over a year. Well hes back ( but shhh, that’s too 4th wall ) with a gaggle of cock gaggin gagglers. But we’ll come back -> to that-> Kinda. -> Not really -> fuck ya’ll -> I done stomped you out.
But back to KP. Whats your game plan? You gonna slap ya tits against the wall and see what sticks; right. That’s kool. Dats how you fail up in this bitch. Kk-kk—kuming up in here for the hardcore strap against the guy that’s wining volcano matches, you gonna out hardcore him? You done set me on fire once, shit was like an ice batch compared to dat poon-cano, heat.
This week, it’s a proper beat down of an unproper opponent. And ILL-proper challenger. A person who is too consumed with what they want to be or wish to be than who they really are. This bitch hasn’t even found her own voice yet and she wants to beat a prolonged linguist like myself.
LOL
So go copy paste some other golden nuggets because this slam is going to be a battle, a bitch on a pike. A Kat Phoenix burning on the state. Dying in vain she both stood for and stood against. Your attempt troll has failed. Skidded into the ground and erupted into flames.
Goose, style.
Maverick done fucked you up, mentally.
# oh #wait
LOL
What are you going to do after this match; after ZMAC fucks your mouth poon? Family done left you; you gone go join the Pride next? Be the music man of the group and lead them in the big parade -> into Shia clap oblivion. Face it you’re through. You’re washed up and your career, like Twilight, is over. Like Logan, its over and like Dag, when you come up against anyone of talent and skill ( that’s me, again ) you crumble like a house of cards in a wind storm. And really, that’s just a metaphor for your entire career. Sunday night will be no different. Honey Badger is keepin hiz belts and rollin into Aftermath with 2 straps and 2 less stables tryin to suck his cock.
I’m tell you, KP. Fear that pile driver from the top rope. Its ended a lot of careers.
#YOUR_CAREER
DECUES BITCH!
WCF- Slam
Hardcore Title Match
Kat Phoenix
vs
Zombie McMorris
__________________________________
Chapter I: Fat Mans Kingdom
Camp Crystal Buddy. Mcloughlin, Maine.
:: The Shapes administration cabin rested at the edge of the facility with everything centralized around ‘the square’ in the middle of the camp. The great hall was the crown jewel of the square, flanked by a common area and the infirmary. Four bunk houses were dotted around that, all of which had paths leading down towards the square and from that, to lake Cunningham Lake. The campers were lead to believe everything was fine, as children normally are but it was the Shape who had other ideas. He held a meeting in his cabin with the head counselors; Dream Killer and Bedtime Bob. ::
“ How are the children?” asks The Shape with a caring voice. “ Are they comfortable?” The Shape pretends to be busy with blank paper work but takes a moment to inquire the men with his eyes.
“ The Children-“ Rasps Bob, “ The children, ooh, yes, they’re good.”
“ All except that little Pheonix kid. He’s been wearing a dress and throwing mud on his face. First he was calling everyone a boudle but now he has flocked to familiar forms.” Dream Killer glances over towards the corner where the Evil Incarnate was standing; just a void darkness.
“ Good.” Smiles the Shape. “ Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery AND faggotry. “
“ You want us to kill her?” Asks Bob.
“ No.” Replies the Shape. “ We’ll take care of it.”
_______________________
Chapter II: A Hardcore Gambit : Bro-ny Edition, LOL
:: It was the weekly meeting of the Bronie Fan club at Colorado Springs community college. Oh, boi. Ain’t nothing nobody likes better than a bunch of 18 year old faggots who feel that they more about politics than anyone and even worse, otaku faggotry because they are so Hawaii? Kah-Y-EE? Whatevs. Ain’t nobody got time for google today; lol. It was that Bronie blackslash/ anime club meeting. The kind that game with MNT DEW, homemade Betty Crocker, the lusty musing of Inuyasha and the smell of cat piss. SRSLY. All these bitches smelled like cat piss. You white bitches are fat, ugly and have white PPL homes- Christ, take a fucking shower.
If’n you be thinkin ‘ who am I to judge;’ well ol’ Z has made a life choice. These bitches are just custy and lazy. Hwll, every dud up in the dub save for Fag Riddick and the Pride knows that bitches don’t take care of the poon till the early twenties. Right now these bitches smell like cat piss, fish and sour milk. They all sat cross legged on the floor around a large flat screen that hung on the wall. Some in socks, other in bare feet because its all ‘ nature’ N’ shit. Some looked like they were ready to much the soggy box but then ol’ Z stepped on the scene, classic style. Ripped jeans, Doc Martins, Griffins skull around my neck ( cuz lets face it, that match is won). They look at me like “ who the fuck are you?” ::
Zombie McMorris: Fuck you. I’m ZMAC!
* Say it loud and say it proud.*
:: They turn and giggle. ::
“ Zombie DickMorris, is more like it.” One of them says, giggling behind her hand, eyes fixated on my thick like KROD to so many trannys.
“ Are you a bronie?” asks another. “ We need more guys like you.”
Zombie McMorris: Nah, you bitches are just a backdrop for a brutal face fucking of some cheap pretender whose been tryin to ride up on my cock for years now.
:: I step out from the scene as the background greys out, like a theatre monologue. Its kinda what I do now. My days of killin it the way Dune days, for now, are over. ::
Eat
Sleep
Smoke rocks
Repeat
Zombie McMorris: So where in this loop are we now? The ‘ smoke rocks,’ part. The hawt fyah part. Hey, Pride, you sure I cant drop hawt fyah? You got people imitating me, trying to be Ol’ Z and yet here we are, one DUDE, one CHICK, tryin to come up to get his blackslash/ her azz whooped in a hardcore match for a hardcore title in the fact that maybe, just A MAYBE, that the fact that ya boi ( dats me ) is doubled book so that:
‘ HEY! Maybe I can steal a quick belt while ZMAC spreads himself thin’
Well, that would be a decent assumption, KP but to tell you the truth ( and LOL I AM). You’re wrong. Its you against me and me against you and me against ALL OF THE PRIDE.
That Zion( add the E?) Reddington redux because he done dropped out the first time and disappeared for over a year. Well hes back ( but shhh, that’s too 4th wall ) with a gaggle of cock gaggin gagglers. But we’ll come back -> to that-> Kinda. -> Not really -> fuck ya’ll -> I done stomped you out.
But back to KP. Whats your game plan? You gonna slap ya tits against the wall and see what sticks; right. That’s kool. Dats how you fail up in this bitch. Kk-kk—kuming up in here for the hardcore strap against the guy that’s wining volcano matches, you gonna out hardcore him? You done set me on fire once, shit was like an ice batch compared to dat poon-cano, heat.
This week, it’s a proper beat down of an unproper opponent. And ILL-proper challenger. A person who is too consumed with what they want to be or wish to be than who they really are. This bitch hasn’t even found her own voice yet and she wants to beat a prolonged linguist like myself.
LOL
So go copy paste some other golden nuggets because this slam is going to be a battle, a bitch on a pike. A Kat Phoenix burning on the state. Dying in vain she both stood for and stood against. Your attempt troll has failed. Skidded into the ground and erupted into flames.
Goose, style.
Maverick done fucked you up, mentally.
# oh #wait
LOL
What are you going to do after this match; after ZMAC fucks your mouth poon? Family done left you; you gone go join the Pride next? Be the music man of the group and lead them in the big parade -> into Shia clap oblivion. Face it you’re through. You’re washed up and your career, like Twilight, is over. Like Logan, its over and like Dag, when you come up against anyone of talent and skill ( that’s me, again ) you crumble like a house of cards in a wind storm. And really, that’s just a metaphor for your entire career. Sunday night will be no different. Honey Badger is keepin hiz belts and rollin into Aftermath with 2 straps and 2 less stables tryin to suck his cock.
I’m tell you, KP. Fear that pile driver from the top rope. Its ended a lot of careers.
#YOUR_CAREER
DECUES BITCH!
