Post by Zombie DankMorris on Apr 14, 2016 21:35:53 GMT -5
RP 4
WCF- Slam
Hardcore Title Match Cluster Fuck
_____________________
Chapter I: Fuck Your Radio Show
The SUV of Doom, a dank trip that hasn’t been driven in quite some time finds itself with a new purpose in life, cruising down the dark streets. Doug is driving, Kaz is shotgun, Crow is in the back and I’m chillin in the trunk space on BB6. Gotta keep tabs on the goings on that be going on. Hittin up the youtube.
Search: WCF Hardcore Clusterfuck
Number one search: Andre Holmes Radio interview.
ZMAC: L.O.L, fuck your interview. Dude is straight up jockeying for position in this match. Question, what has Andre done in WCF. Nothin? Pretty sure the answer is nothing. Last week the dude sat out with a no conquest. A double countout against, welp- look at that. Scathe. So if’n anyone should be talkin about hardcore propositions, it ain’t gonna be Andre Holmes. Talkin about that ultra hardcore life style that culminates with a stone cold draw with Scathe.. WHOSE IN THIS MATCH. Dude cant beat Scathe in a fuckin normal match and what, throw Andre a chair like a life vest and we’re suppose to think he’s going to come out on top.
So like, hold up. Bonnie Blue was this dude tag partner. Bonnie Blue, the women whose to take four in the pink and four in the stink is somehow- what? What is the main goal of Andre Holmes in this match considering the company that he’s in. Maybe he’ll get to me; maybe he’ll nut up and get to me. Ol’ Z will get that Fuck you Series of his own. That would be the worst mistake of his life. Talkin about ultra violence. I got my damn arm chopped off in a match, got my face plunged into a vat of boiling oil. Andre’s high point?
* ZMAC mocks Andre *
ZMAC: GUH, light tubes and lighter fluid.
* ZMACs voice returns back to normal as he sarcastically applauds Andre. *
ZMAC: Oh yes, Son. That’s backyard wrestling at its finest. Grabbing everything in your mother kitchen, while she baked you cookies as you pretended to be a hardcore legend like yours truly, Zombie McMorris. Everything that you hold dear, that you hold in high regard that you feel is a triumph and feather in your cap to prove to the world that this your element is over shadowed by my everyday life.
* Doug interrupts ZMAC. *
Doug: What are you ranting about back there.
ZMAC: I’m making a podcast and shootin on Andre Holmes.
Doug: That’s cool but where am I going?
ZMAC: The Reemus Micayle Institute. We got a house call to make.
* ZMAC looks back at his phone. *
ZMAC: But Sunday night, we givin Andre Holmes a house call. A straight up, legit dome rock to the face. It’s a real fuckin thang this Sunday night, Holmes. Three time WCF hardcore champion. The only active LIVING LEGEND in this company – BECAUSE FUCK LOGAN- Is going to take to task every one of you light weigh jobber bitches who thinks that they can make a name off the body and soul of this very company. It is a spit in the face of everything that has come before you and I’m going to wreck everyones shit and stand victorious Sunday Night because like it or not, I am the face of everything that you’re trying to be. And Andre has a mole hill of a challenge to overcome in the name of Scathe and clearly that dude is struggling to even shoot on Shadowlove. Ya know, Andre shooting on Shadowlove is like Andre spitting into hurricane force winds. Its all coming right back in the facial area. Its pretty much a fucking improvement for Andre Holmes. And its only nobodies like him that will be like:
“ Guh, Z, but you’re the one that lost to Kat Phoenix in the first place.”
Right, son. Right. But allow me to just hold up this WCF Internet Title right here. This piece of WCF history. I am without a doubt synonymous with not ONE but TWO titles in WCF. The Internet and the HORROR KORE. That’s right, the HORROR KORE. WCF aint aint light tubes and lighter fluid. Its about ripping your opponents guts out, stragling with them and whipping the bitch outta that mother fucker! Hang on, lets flip on over to your bio and check ya stats out.
12-3-1? Tag Champion? That’s the definition of stranded in midcard hell. Don’t even tell me that the tag title makes you something because WCF is laughable when it comes to the tag scene. So you might as well say for the past six months you’ve done nothing. You have zero singles titles and yet in my first six months I was already etched into WCF legend.
So how do you plan on beating me; hmm? How do any of you plan on beating me? Bitch and cry?
* ZMAC mocks his opponents *
ZMAC: GUH, ZMAC, you’re too fourth wall.
* His voice returns to normal.*
ZMAC: And like I’ve been saying, its what I do. Ya’ll just don’t seem to understand that I am everything you want to be in WCF and in general. Damn, Z, How did you get so damn good at what you do. Because I just am. And I understand that ya’ll absolutely hate it because I’m some low brow dumpster scum bag and AHAHAHAH, that just makes this all the better for me. But unlike all of you, everyday I’m climbing. The only difference is that I’ve reached appoint that I the only place for me to go, is up. I’m not worried about these fucboi singles matches when my prize is in those special little moments like right now when I get to not only take the belt back for myself but also, take it away from all of you. And I get a deeper satisfaction knowing that Andre really, really, badly wants this.
Yo, Check it, Andre. You wanna talk about shoot; whats that gotten you? Gem holding your hand as you rock yourself to sleep with the tag champ gold trying to convince yourself that you’ve made it in this company. Face the facts that you’re just a low guy on the pole that has insurmountable odds against him to even make it in this company. I’ve been killing it in this company for four years now and I doubt that you’ll make it to one. And in that time you’ll still be stuck trying to prove yourself as a top WCF competitor. You’ll be stuck trying to prove that you can be the caliber of champion and fighter that I am. And no matter what you want to throw my way, how you want to spin it like everyone else- the truth is you’ll never be on my level in this company.
Now ain’t that a bitch?
* ZMAC taps his phone and sends the video to youtube for the world to see. *
Kaz: Yo, Z, we’re here.
ZMAC: Egg-salad
______________________________
Chapter II: A Breath of Air
The Reemus Micayle Institute
The group makes their way up to the 4th floor of the hospital and makes their way into the room where Kat Pheonix was being held but kept behind a curtain. Ihad come to show his respects for the hardcore champion who took that LOL beating by Sarah Twilight wh unceremoniously took a loss to me then to 6God before bouncing out for a couple of months. The world didn’t forget about that. But this isn’t about this. This is about.. well.. you’ll see. The guys hang around the room as I take a seat next to the bed.
ZMAC: Hey Kat. I want to thank you for being the shit wrestler that you are and being in this position. I mean, it’s a guarantee landside victory for me and that’s really all that matters. As for the former two time hardcore champion, it will be my honor to take that belt from the shit hole that you placed it in and bring it back to where it belongs; on my shoulder. Its really a belt for the oldschool legends and this match pits a bunch of new school guys who are of the ‘words hurt’ type of cloth. Words, son. Words hurt. All these butt hurt mofo’s up in here want to throw punches harder than Z and yet here they all are crying because they cant take a verbal jab to the jaw. Then theres you, Kat. Never could take the punch. Cant wait for you to wake up from that coma so you can be like:” that never happened.” But it did. This match will happen with or without you and my victory will happen with or without you. And you, like them still have that daily climb until you see the world and WCF from my level. You’ve played your role perfectly. I’m going to take an easy path to history and you get to recover from a brain injury. If only you could be like me and boy. If only. Any of these cats in this match could be half the man I am. But they cant. And life is going to get a lot for traumatic because after all the shit they talked this week- they’ll have found out that they just cant do it. They just cant beat me because they just cant be me. A WCF legend.
Crow: Hey, pops. Doesn’t Buddy Roman live around here? Don’t you think those agent guys will try and press him for info on us?
* Cut to the agents van pulling up to the Valdiva-Roman Compound as the scene abruptly fades to black *
WCF- Slam
Hardcore Title Match Cluster Fuck
_____________________
Chapter I: Fuck Your Radio Show
The SUV of Doom, a dank trip that hasn’t been driven in quite some time finds itself with a new purpose in life, cruising down the dark streets. Doug is driving, Kaz is shotgun, Crow is in the back and I’m chillin in the trunk space on BB6. Gotta keep tabs on the goings on that be going on. Hittin up the youtube.
Search: WCF Hardcore Clusterfuck
Number one search: Andre Holmes Radio interview.
ZMAC: L.O.L, fuck your interview. Dude is straight up jockeying for position in this match. Question, what has Andre done in WCF. Nothin? Pretty sure the answer is nothing. Last week the dude sat out with a no conquest. A double countout against, welp- look at that. Scathe. So if’n anyone should be talkin about hardcore propositions, it ain’t gonna be Andre Holmes. Talkin about that ultra hardcore life style that culminates with a stone cold draw with Scathe.. WHOSE IN THIS MATCH. Dude cant beat Scathe in a fuckin normal match and what, throw Andre a chair like a life vest and we’re suppose to think he’s going to come out on top.
So like, hold up. Bonnie Blue was this dude tag partner. Bonnie Blue, the women whose to take four in the pink and four in the stink is somehow- what? What is the main goal of Andre Holmes in this match considering the company that he’s in. Maybe he’ll get to me; maybe he’ll nut up and get to me. Ol’ Z will get that Fuck you Series of his own. That would be the worst mistake of his life. Talkin about ultra violence. I got my damn arm chopped off in a match, got my face plunged into a vat of boiling oil. Andre’s high point?
* ZMAC mocks Andre *
ZMAC: GUH, light tubes and lighter fluid.
* ZMACs voice returns back to normal as he sarcastically applauds Andre. *
ZMAC: Oh yes, Son. That’s backyard wrestling at its finest. Grabbing everything in your mother kitchen, while she baked you cookies as you pretended to be a hardcore legend like yours truly, Zombie McMorris. Everything that you hold dear, that you hold in high regard that you feel is a triumph and feather in your cap to prove to the world that this your element is over shadowed by my everyday life.
* Doug interrupts ZMAC. *
Doug: What are you ranting about back there.
ZMAC: I’m making a podcast and shootin on Andre Holmes.
Doug: That’s cool but where am I going?
ZMAC: The Reemus Micayle Institute. We got a house call to make.
* ZMAC looks back at his phone. *
ZMAC: But Sunday night, we givin Andre Holmes a house call. A straight up, legit dome rock to the face. It’s a real fuckin thang this Sunday night, Holmes. Three time WCF hardcore champion. The only active LIVING LEGEND in this company – BECAUSE FUCK LOGAN- Is going to take to task every one of you light weigh jobber bitches who thinks that they can make a name off the body and soul of this very company. It is a spit in the face of everything that has come before you and I’m going to wreck everyones shit and stand victorious Sunday Night because like it or not, I am the face of everything that you’re trying to be. And Andre has a mole hill of a challenge to overcome in the name of Scathe and clearly that dude is struggling to even shoot on Shadowlove. Ya know, Andre shooting on Shadowlove is like Andre spitting into hurricane force winds. Its all coming right back in the facial area. Its pretty much a fucking improvement for Andre Holmes. And its only nobodies like him that will be like:
“ Guh, Z, but you’re the one that lost to Kat Phoenix in the first place.”
Right, son. Right. But allow me to just hold up this WCF Internet Title right here. This piece of WCF history. I am without a doubt synonymous with not ONE but TWO titles in WCF. The Internet and the HORROR KORE. That’s right, the HORROR KORE. WCF aint aint light tubes and lighter fluid. Its about ripping your opponents guts out, stragling with them and whipping the bitch outta that mother fucker! Hang on, lets flip on over to your bio and check ya stats out.
12-3-1? Tag Champion? That’s the definition of stranded in midcard hell. Don’t even tell me that the tag title makes you something because WCF is laughable when it comes to the tag scene. So you might as well say for the past six months you’ve done nothing. You have zero singles titles and yet in my first six months I was already etched into WCF legend.
So how do you plan on beating me; hmm? How do any of you plan on beating me? Bitch and cry?
* ZMAC mocks his opponents *
ZMAC: GUH, ZMAC, you’re too fourth wall.
* His voice returns to normal.*
ZMAC: And like I’ve been saying, its what I do. Ya’ll just don’t seem to understand that I am everything you want to be in WCF and in general. Damn, Z, How did you get so damn good at what you do. Because I just am. And I understand that ya’ll absolutely hate it because I’m some low brow dumpster scum bag and AHAHAHAH, that just makes this all the better for me. But unlike all of you, everyday I’m climbing. The only difference is that I’ve reached appoint that I the only place for me to go, is up. I’m not worried about these fucboi singles matches when my prize is in those special little moments like right now when I get to not only take the belt back for myself but also, take it away from all of you. And I get a deeper satisfaction knowing that Andre really, really, badly wants this.
Yo, Check it, Andre. You wanna talk about shoot; whats that gotten you? Gem holding your hand as you rock yourself to sleep with the tag champ gold trying to convince yourself that you’ve made it in this company. Face the facts that you’re just a low guy on the pole that has insurmountable odds against him to even make it in this company. I’ve been killing it in this company for four years now and I doubt that you’ll make it to one. And in that time you’ll still be stuck trying to prove yourself as a top WCF competitor. You’ll be stuck trying to prove that you can be the caliber of champion and fighter that I am. And no matter what you want to throw my way, how you want to spin it like everyone else- the truth is you’ll never be on my level in this company.
Now ain’t that a bitch?
* ZMAC taps his phone and sends the video to youtube for the world to see. *
Kaz: Yo, Z, we’re here.
ZMAC: Egg-salad
______________________________
Chapter II: A Breath of Air
The Reemus Micayle Institute
The group makes their way up to the 4th floor of the hospital and makes their way into the room where Kat Pheonix was being held but kept behind a curtain. Ihad come to show his respects for the hardcore champion who took that LOL beating by Sarah Twilight wh unceremoniously took a loss to me then to 6God before bouncing out for a couple of months. The world didn’t forget about that. But this isn’t about this. This is about.. well.. you’ll see. The guys hang around the room as I take a seat next to the bed.
ZMAC: Hey Kat. I want to thank you for being the shit wrestler that you are and being in this position. I mean, it’s a guarantee landside victory for me and that’s really all that matters. As for the former two time hardcore champion, it will be my honor to take that belt from the shit hole that you placed it in and bring it back to where it belongs; on my shoulder. Its really a belt for the oldschool legends and this match pits a bunch of new school guys who are of the ‘words hurt’ type of cloth. Words, son. Words hurt. All these butt hurt mofo’s up in here want to throw punches harder than Z and yet here they all are crying because they cant take a verbal jab to the jaw. Then theres you, Kat. Never could take the punch. Cant wait for you to wake up from that coma so you can be like:” that never happened.” But it did. This match will happen with or without you and my victory will happen with or without you. And you, like them still have that daily climb until you see the world and WCF from my level. You’ve played your role perfectly. I’m going to take an easy path to history and you get to recover from a brain injury. If only you could be like me and boy. If only. Any of these cats in this match could be half the man I am. But they cant. And life is going to get a lot for traumatic because after all the shit they talked this week- they’ll have found out that they just cant do it. They just cant beat me because they just cant be me. A WCF legend.
Crow: Hey, pops. Doesn’t Buddy Roman live around here? Don’t you think those agent guys will try and press him for info on us?
* Cut to the agents van pulling up to the Valdiva-Roman Compound as the scene abruptly fades to black *
