Post by Zombie DankMorris on Mar 26, 2016 12:49:08 GMT -5
RP 1
WCF- Explosion
Champion V Champion
Non Title
Teo Del Sol
vs
Zombie McMorris
____________________________
Chapter I: A Strange Goings on
It was a quiet night; one of the first warmer nights of the season. TJ MAXX was closed for the night but Zombie McMorris was up and enjoying the evening with a 7/11 pizza, a couple bottles of Yoohoo and his gold crack pipe. He sat ontop of his dumpster, pizza and drink by his side as he looked up at the night sky and blow rat poison smoke rings to the moon- give that bitch cancer. However out of the corner of his yellow eyes did he see mischief afoot. Not the kind that he and other like him partake in but the other kind. The shadowy government, kind of kind. ZMACs dumpster was perched slightly uphill from the Sip & Go gas station so he had the high ground and a birds eye view of the goings on that were presently going on. There were black unmarked vans and SUVS driving in and out of the parking lot, men in dark clothing bringing things in and out the closed gas station and bright lights searching the area.
“ Shee-it Gary, da fuck did jew did now?” ZMAC laughs to himself as he heel kicks the side of the dumpster while toking and taking a bite of pizza. However, in such quiet intimacies of the night, sound travels farther and faster than the pony express, and that glow from the crack pipe don’t help none either. The ants down on the government ant farm grew agitated and suspicious but Honey Badger didn’t give a shit and kept on loving life until, out of thin air- two black suited agents appeared. They looked eerily similar to one another government approved haircuts you pick out of a catalog, stone faced mugs and sun glasses too cheap looking to be anything but.
“ Nice night, isn’t it, sir?” The one of the left spoke up with a monotone voice.
“ Are you enjoying your Italian-American savory pie and illegal narcotics? How about your so called ‘chocolate drink,’ HMM, is that also, tasty?” The same exact monotone voiced emerged from the other agent as well.
“ Yo.” ZMAC toked; “ You FG’s wanna hit? Loosen ya ties up, if’n you know I mean.”
“ No sir, we do not.” They say in unison. “We suggest you refrain from partaking in that in the presence of –“ They look at each other with a brief pause. “unfamiliar acquaintances.”
“Soo.” Lingers ZMAC as he sips his drink. “ You don’t want a hit, a bite or a drink. Well, fellas, what is it you do want because I’m a busy man and I got things to do; clearly.”
The two men speak in unison again. “clearly.” The man on the left takes out a small picture from his breast pocket and shows it to ZMAC. “ Have you seen this man? His whereabouts are quite important to us."
“Us?” Rhetorical questions, surely but ZMAC continue. “ What do you two guys want with him; who is he anyway?”
“ This is one named Corey McMorris. AKA Scarecorw, AKA CrowMac.” The two men look at each other again. “ We are- big fans.”
ZMAC takes another long, close look but shakes his head. “ Sorry guys, wish I could help."
“ No. We are sorry for disturbing you, sir.”
ZMAC shrugs it off and takes a another hit, closing his eyes and exhaling towards the sky once more. ZMAC rights his gaze and looks around to notice the two men have vanished.
“ Jam Willy, Christ. What did you do, boy?” ZMAC whispers to himself as voice overs of the two men can be heard in the distance.
“ Yes sir, its him... No, the other one. “
___________________________________
Chapter II: Make the Headlines, Charlie Brown
The next morning came without incident. No further disruptions as ZMAC toked and ate his fill of 7/11 style pizza. While ZMAC stayed up till 5 AM, he opened the lid to his dumpster at 7. He looked down the hill and across the street to see that the Sip and G had been disserted again as if nothing had even happened. Now ZMAC is a man of many substances but his memory stays intact. Last night was not a figment of fan fictional delusions of cloned men coming along and asking questions of his ill-gotten son. Yet all this peaked ZMACS interests as he leaped out of dumpster bare foot. He reaches back and pulls out his boots and put them on. He walks down the hill from behind the TJ Maxx and heads towards the Sip and Go to investigate what happened, if anything.
ZMAC approaches the front door to notice that its unlocked and opens without much effort. The inside was empty, as one would imagine an empty store would be. Some shelves were broken down, a box of Twinkies sat on top of a shelf as one lone slurpee machine stayed running as the power had not yet been cut off.
“ Hmp, last night this shit was hopin’. Now it’s like nothing was even here? Da fuck is going on?” It just made no sense that there is nothing to show for what ZMAC experienced. There’s some rustling in the back room somewhere as ZMAC approached but caution; by kicking over a shelf. “Hey, YO!” ZMAC announced as a normal looking man poked his head out of the back room.
“ Oh, hi there; didn’t notice anyone come in.” The man was dressed like a national grid agent or maybe an oil worker. “ I was just, er, checking the meters; making sure everything was in proper order.” ZMAC nodded with skepticism as he took a few more steps forward and made his way into the backroom where in fact the man was checking the utilities meters.
“ Hey, wait, I know you. Yah, I knew I knew you. You were that guy in Gideon a few years back. Great to see you, funny we meeting like this again, isn’t it?”
“ Yo, straight up, I just got off that wake N’ bake, shit. I got no clue who the fuck you are. “ The meter man looks defeated but bites his lip through a sigh and carries on.
“ Well, no matter. I was good to see you again; however I gotta ask: did you know you were in the news? Yah, the Daily NewsTicker. Check it out.” The meter man reaches over and reads ZMAC the scrolling headlines:
“ ZMAC bodies Griffin, the world LOLZ”
“ Drunk Seth Bans Torture, WCF stock bottoms out to record lows”
“ Seth Lerch on suicide watch after Torture ban”
“ Dag Riddick funds neo terrorists organization under the guise of conservative homeland security”
“ Batman V Superman Sucks… CD’s Marvel Fanboner hardens. “
“ EXPLOSION TO TAKE PLACE on March, 27th”
“ Seems you’ve made the headlines, Charlie Brown. Heh.. Little peanuts humor. Love that Woodstock, so noble.” The man smiles, trying to ease the tension that he created- lost friends that ZMAC does not remember.
“ Right man, that’s cool and all, we all know I’m going to smash Teo this week.”
“ Ah yes, Teo Del Sol, some say your polar opposite. You two could have a good feud, as you do with most everyone whose career you don’t end, heh. I mean like, Steel Toe, Stewart Slane, Teo; guys that really challenge your edge with wholesome morality. Even Odin Balfore, amiright?”
# elbownudge
“ So like, do you have any plans against him? I think the last time you guys fought, it didn’t go in your favor.” The man takes out a napkin from his pocket and blows his nose. “ Sorry, bit of a cold.”
“ Teo’s a cool cat. I ain’t got much respect for many people but I’ll toss a few back with him just the same as I curb stomp his face in. Unless you’re Steve Orbit or Buddy Roman, you can go get fucked. Explosion leads into Blast and that leads into Ultimate Showdown. That’s really the next stop on the calendar year. Trilogy is just a thing to the single dudes without hope and aspirations busy till they can sit out of Ultimate Showdown. “
“ Do you say that because you’ll never actually win it? Kinda like WAR and the world title?”
ZMAC glares at the meter man.
“ I say that, nig because of all this misdirection going on, ZMAC has direction, the Internet Title just like Teo has the Peoples. We’re the faces of the brand and this match at Explosion will be epic.”
“ Heh, that’s a little Ryan Blake joke, there. I got it. I’m with you. Sucks though that these two titans of their brand are at the bottom of the card.”
ZMAC cocks his head curiously but continues anyway.
“ Top of the card, bottom of the card, that shit only matters to marks and rooks who think that because they tangle with the living undead legend, that they won themselves something. But as you can see by Griffin LOL, that shit ain’t how shit goes down. Teo v ZMAC at any point on the card is a match that everyone wants to see because as you pointed out, its like polar opposites. ZMAC got that experience trip on lock though and He gone ground that high flyer and just murder his face and nose N’ shit with my fists because ZMAC is pound for pound the best brawler in WCF. I’m a wrekless mother fucker and I’m taking Teo to school this week. But shee-it, I even worried about no Teo, we gone go in there and kill shit. Tear the house down so that FGTs like Dune and shit cant even keep up.”
The man starts laughing at ZMAC but then quickly apologizes.
“ I’m sorry, that was just funny. Can I ask you something though, would you like to see some Dan Severn fan fiction? I- I want to know if its any good and I think you’re the only one would can appreciate such.. knish work. Like in this one, Dan is having a sexual encounter with a moose while riding down splash mountain. Only Splash mountain is a tower of corpses that he’s already fornicated with and the water is really blood and anal secretions. “
“ That’s fuckin weird, dude. I think you’ve been huffin too much glue. How about you tell me if you’ve seen anything strange going on here in the last day or so?”
“ You mean beside the living undead legend, shooting on a poor Mexican boy to a meter man whose inspecting a building that’s no longer in operation?”
ZMAC hesitates… “ Yah..”
A crash can be heard from the man room of the building. ZMAC turns and then looks back to see the meter man is gone. Vanished, never there, including the tablet.
ZMAC looks around but there’s no clues. Somewhere in another part of the building a shadowy figure can be seen sitting on a chair in front of a monitor. It is watching ZMAC with microphone just off to the side.All of this is unbeknownst to ZMAC who shakes his head and heads towards the entrance of the store as he is confronted by the same two men from the other night.
“ Sorry to bother you , sir. But do you mind if we ask you more questions about Corey McMorris?”
WCF- Explosion
Champion V Champion
Non Title
Teo Del Sol
vs
Zombie McMorris
____________________________
Chapter I: A Strange Goings on
It was a quiet night; one of the first warmer nights of the season. TJ MAXX was closed for the night but Zombie McMorris was up and enjoying the evening with a 7/11 pizza, a couple bottles of Yoohoo and his gold crack pipe. He sat ontop of his dumpster, pizza and drink by his side as he looked up at the night sky and blow rat poison smoke rings to the moon- give that bitch cancer. However out of the corner of his yellow eyes did he see mischief afoot. Not the kind that he and other like him partake in but the other kind. The shadowy government, kind of kind. ZMACs dumpster was perched slightly uphill from the Sip & Go gas station so he had the high ground and a birds eye view of the goings on that were presently going on. There were black unmarked vans and SUVS driving in and out of the parking lot, men in dark clothing bringing things in and out the closed gas station and bright lights searching the area.
“ Shee-it Gary, da fuck did jew did now?” ZMAC laughs to himself as he heel kicks the side of the dumpster while toking and taking a bite of pizza. However, in such quiet intimacies of the night, sound travels farther and faster than the pony express, and that glow from the crack pipe don’t help none either. The ants down on the government ant farm grew agitated and suspicious but Honey Badger didn’t give a shit and kept on loving life until, out of thin air- two black suited agents appeared. They looked eerily similar to one another government approved haircuts you pick out of a catalog, stone faced mugs and sun glasses too cheap looking to be anything but.
“ Nice night, isn’t it, sir?” The one of the left spoke up with a monotone voice.
“ Are you enjoying your Italian-American savory pie and illegal narcotics? How about your so called ‘chocolate drink,’ HMM, is that also, tasty?” The same exact monotone voiced emerged from the other agent as well.
“ Yo.” ZMAC toked; “ You FG’s wanna hit? Loosen ya ties up, if’n you know I mean.”
“ No sir, we do not.” They say in unison. “We suggest you refrain from partaking in that in the presence of –“ They look at each other with a brief pause. “unfamiliar acquaintances.”
“Soo.” Lingers ZMAC as he sips his drink. “ You don’t want a hit, a bite or a drink. Well, fellas, what is it you do want because I’m a busy man and I got things to do; clearly.”
The two men speak in unison again. “clearly.” The man on the left takes out a small picture from his breast pocket and shows it to ZMAC. “ Have you seen this man? His whereabouts are quite important to us."
“Us?” Rhetorical questions, surely but ZMAC continue. “ What do you two guys want with him; who is he anyway?”
“ This is one named Corey McMorris. AKA Scarecorw, AKA CrowMac.” The two men look at each other again. “ We are- big fans.”
ZMAC takes another long, close look but shakes his head. “ Sorry guys, wish I could help."
“ No. We are sorry for disturbing you, sir.”
ZMAC shrugs it off and takes a another hit, closing his eyes and exhaling towards the sky once more. ZMAC rights his gaze and looks around to notice the two men have vanished.
“ Jam Willy, Christ. What did you do, boy?” ZMAC whispers to himself as voice overs of the two men can be heard in the distance.
“ Yes sir, its him... No, the other one. “
___________________________________
Chapter II: Make the Headlines, Charlie Brown
The next morning came without incident. No further disruptions as ZMAC toked and ate his fill of 7/11 style pizza. While ZMAC stayed up till 5 AM, he opened the lid to his dumpster at 7. He looked down the hill and across the street to see that the Sip and G had been disserted again as if nothing had even happened. Now ZMAC is a man of many substances but his memory stays intact. Last night was not a figment of fan fictional delusions of cloned men coming along and asking questions of his ill-gotten son. Yet all this peaked ZMACS interests as he leaped out of dumpster bare foot. He reaches back and pulls out his boots and put them on. He walks down the hill from behind the TJ Maxx and heads towards the Sip and Go to investigate what happened, if anything.
ZMAC approaches the front door to notice that its unlocked and opens without much effort. The inside was empty, as one would imagine an empty store would be. Some shelves were broken down, a box of Twinkies sat on top of a shelf as one lone slurpee machine stayed running as the power had not yet been cut off.
“ Hmp, last night this shit was hopin’. Now it’s like nothing was even here? Da fuck is going on?” It just made no sense that there is nothing to show for what ZMAC experienced. There’s some rustling in the back room somewhere as ZMAC approached but caution; by kicking over a shelf. “Hey, YO!” ZMAC announced as a normal looking man poked his head out of the back room.
“ Oh, hi there; didn’t notice anyone come in.” The man was dressed like a national grid agent or maybe an oil worker. “ I was just, er, checking the meters; making sure everything was in proper order.” ZMAC nodded with skepticism as he took a few more steps forward and made his way into the backroom where in fact the man was checking the utilities meters.
“ Hey, wait, I know you. Yah, I knew I knew you. You were that guy in Gideon a few years back. Great to see you, funny we meeting like this again, isn’t it?”
“ Yo, straight up, I just got off that wake N’ bake, shit. I got no clue who the fuck you are. “ The meter man looks defeated but bites his lip through a sigh and carries on.
“ Well, no matter. I was good to see you again; however I gotta ask: did you know you were in the news? Yah, the Daily NewsTicker. Check it out.” The meter man reaches over and reads ZMAC the scrolling headlines:
“ ZMAC bodies Griffin, the world LOLZ”
“ Drunk Seth Bans Torture, WCF stock bottoms out to record lows”
“ Seth Lerch on suicide watch after Torture ban”
“ Dag Riddick funds neo terrorists organization under the guise of conservative homeland security”
“ Batman V Superman Sucks… CD’s Marvel Fanboner hardens. “
“ EXPLOSION TO TAKE PLACE on March, 27th”
“ Seems you’ve made the headlines, Charlie Brown. Heh.. Little peanuts humor. Love that Woodstock, so noble.” The man smiles, trying to ease the tension that he created- lost friends that ZMAC does not remember.
“ Right man, that’s cool and all, we all know I’m going to smash Teo this week.”
“ Ah yes, Teo Del Sol, some say your polar opposite. You two could have a good feud, as you do with most everyone whose career you don’t end, heh. I mean like, Steel Toe, Stewart Slane, Teo; guys that really challenge your edge with wholesome morality. Even Odin Balfore, amiright?”
# elbownudge
“ So like, do you have any plans against him? I think the last time you guys fought, it didn’t go in your favor.” The man takes out a napkin from his pocket and blows his nose. “ Sorry, bit of a cold.”
“ Teo’s a cool cat. I ain’t got much respect for many people but I’ll toss a few back with him just the same as I curb stomp his face in. Unless you’re Steve Orbit or Buddy Roman, you can go get fucked. Explosion leads into Blast and that leads into Ultimate Showdown. That’s really the next stop on the calendar year. Trilogy is just a thing to the single dudes without hope and aspirations busy till they can sit out of Ultimate Showdown. “
“ Do you say that because you’ll never actually win it? Kinda like WAR and the world title?”
ZMAC glares at the meter man.
“ I say that, nig because of all this misdirection going on, ZMAC has direction, the Internet Title just like Teo has the Peoples. We’re the faces of the brand and this match at Explosion will be epic.”
“ Heh, that’s a little Ryan Blake joke, there. I got it. I’m with you. Sucks though that these two titans of their brand are at the bottom of the card.”
ZMAC cocks his head curiously but continues anyway.
“ Top of the card, bottom of the card, that shit only matters to marks and rooks who think that because they tangle with the living undead legend, that they won themselves something. But as you can see by Griffin LOL, that shit ain’t how shit goes down. Teo v ZMAC at any point on the card is a match that everyone wants to see because as you pointed out, its like polar opposites. ZMAC got that experience trip on lock though and He gone ground that high flyer and just murder his face and nose N’ shit with my fists because ZMAC is pound for pound the best brawler in WCF. I’m a wrekless mother fucker and I’m taking Teo to school this week. But shee-it, I even worried about no Teo, we gone go in there and kill shit. Tear the house down so that FGTs like Dune and shit cant even keep up.”
The man starts laughing at ZMAC but then quickly apologizes.
“ I’m sorry, that was just funny. Can I ask you something though, would you like to see some Dan Severn fan fiction? I- I want to know if its any good and I think you’re the only one would can appreciate such.. knish work. Like in this one, Dan is having a sexual encounter with a moose while riding down splash mountain. Only Splash mountain is a tower of corpses that he’s already fornicated with and the water is really blood and anal secretions. “
“ That’s fuckin weird, dude. I think you’ve been huffin too much glue. How about you tell me if you’ve seen anything strange going on here in the last day or so?”
“ You mean beside the living undead legend, shooting on a poor Mexican boy to a meter man whose inspecting a building that’s no longer in operation?”
ZMAC hesitates… “ Yah..”
A crash can be heard from the man room of the building. ZMAC turns and then looks back to see the meter man is gone. Vanished, never there, including the tablet.
ZMAC looks around but there’s no clues. Somewhere in another part of the building a shadowy figure can be seen sitting on a chair in front of a monitor. It is watching ZMAC with microphone just off to the side.All of this is unbeknownst to ZMAC who shakes his head and heads towards the entrance of the store as he is confronted by the same two men from the other night.
“ Sorry to bother you , sir. But do you mind if we ask you more questions about Corey McMorris?”
