Full House and Hardcore Dreams
Apr 16, 2016 0:55:40 GMT -5
Vengeance, Crow McMorris, and 4 more like this
Post by Zombie DankMorris on Apr 16, 2016 0:55:40 GMT -5
RP 5
WCF- Slam
Hardcore Title Cluster Fuck
_________________________
Chapter I: Full House and Hardcore Dreams
Sunday Night Slam is going to be main evented by an 8 man battle free for all for the hardcore title because of Katherine Phoenix’s inability to compete. She is, for all intense purposes, a nonissue. There are a lot of those in this match, frankly put, everyone else that isn’t the Coked Up Mad Man. However, such things will be spoken in time. I shall not get involved with such respects in this introverted introspective. I however shall speak on this, that hardcore title will be wrapped around my waste come the end of the match. It is a given and fact that haunts the only one person gunning for the title, Andre Holmes. Now Andre, don’t take this as Honey Badger being afraid on you so he’s got to shoot on you. To the contrary, I ain’t got to shoot on anybody. Its more of you’re the only guy trying to give this a go. Rather, you’re the only one foolish enough to give it ago. Bonnie, yah, she’s doing her thang. No disrespect to her, but she’s getting fucked. I want her to know that. Bonnie, I’m not coming to bash your brains in. I’m coming to give your uterus a twenty minute workout. Andre, you can do what you do best; sit in the corner and watch as the better man gets the job done. I have no use for you and neither does this match. You might be hardcore but you ain’t HORROR KORE; not by a long shot.
* The SUV of Doom rolls up the Valdiva- Roman compound in the middle of the night. To anyone else this would be a surprise visit but to a proud father, it’s a welcome and expected affair. The Shape planned this affair because there was a full house. All of his children were there, from White Steven to DLO CLO and even ol’ Natty ICE who came in from Wisconsin. They boys of Roman did not know that ZMAC was coming, let alone with a small army plus one Doug, IWC, blank slate peon, but Roman knew. He was beaming and floating on clouds. He watched from the window with baited breath, like a dog waiting for its master to return. Doug, Crow, Kaz and ZMAC pile out of the van and walk up to the house. *
:: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK ::
* The door opens on its own as the party of four arrives. Unbeknownst to them, the government agents van was parked down the street but the group had came from the other end and did not spot the spying duo who were trying to gain radio surveillance from inside. *
Buddy Roman: Oh there he is, there he is. My boy. MY client!
* Roman greets ZMAC with a rosy face and open arms, turning to his other sons with a smile as he embraces ZMAC. *
Buddy Roman: And my grandson, how special!
* Roman embraces Crow who just stands there confused. *
Scarecrow: You hated me. I wanted you to be my father so bad and you refuse me. Where do you even get off thinking this.
Buddy Roman: Because I am not your father and I never will be. What I am is your grandfather and that is something no one else can give you.
* ZMAC interjects. *
ZMAC: Except your real grandfather ..who probably doesn’t know you exist and will probably hate your guts.
Scarecrow: What, you mean like how you hate mine?
ZMAC: No, I’m just a dick. At least I acknowledge you as my blood. Conrad just sees me as an inconvenience.
Buddy Roman: And whose this?
* Asks Roman, as he looks over at Doug. *
ZMAC: That’s Doug. He’s my IWC tag along because fuccbois up in the DUB don’t know how to act. He’s my Uber driver turned accomplish for my mission to regain the Hardcore title.
* Doug stands there quietly. The last time he opened his mouth he got the boots and a beatdown and he wasn’t about to have that again. Next to him though was Kaz who smiled from ear to ear with open arms but was met with a less than warm reaction. *
Buddy Roman: And who are you, again?
* Kaz has always been pining for Buddy Romans love and acceptance, much like Scarecrow but despite being in a stable with Roman, never really got that far. *
Buddy Roman: I know, I know. Don’t tell me.
* Kaz mouths his own name. *
Buddy Roman: Stryder.
* Kaz’s world collapses. *
Buddy Roman: Nope. No. I know this, don’t tell me. Do not tell me. Its Colin.
* And heart, it breaks into a million pieces. *
Kaz: I think I should- I wanna be alone.
* Kaz turns and heads towards the door as Roman looks back at his children who all wear a sad face. Roman turns back to Kaz with tears in his eyes, begging Kaz to stay *
Buddy Roman: Colin! Colin, no, wait, please! Colin I’m sorry!
* Kaz continues his slow walk, hand and hand with his demons. Roman looks back at his sons who all shake their head. *
Buddy Roman: Wade! Wade! Come back Wade!
* Roman starts to crawl on his hands and knees towards the door. *
Buddy Roman: I need you. I love you. I’m sorry! Don’t leave me the way your mother left me!
* Kaz pays no heed and walks out the door and into the night. Buddy Roman gets to his feet and wipes the tears from his eyes. He immediately turns his attention towards Doug ( the IWC ) and pokes his fat Jew finger into Dougs chest. *
Buddy Roman: YOU! What did you do!? You drove him away! You drove my son away and it is because of you that we cannot enjoy his company! How dare you. How dare you come into my house and treat my son, my family in such a disrespectful way!
White Steven: Yah Doug, you jerk. Don’t be a jerk, Doug.
* Doug tries to plead his case. *
Doug: But I didn’t. I was just sitting here. He left on his own. In fact, he left because of you. You made him leave.
LOL sorry Doug, but you done fucked up
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP ::
The entire house take turns stomping a mud hole into Doug. Its just how things are done up in the DUB and everyone in this house knew it. This is the way life is, real life. It is a life that the recent DUB fuccbois have been deprived of but I’ll show them on Sunday.
ZMAC: Do you think this is a game, Doug?
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP::
ZMAC: Do you think this is a fan fiction fantasy? AN-AN, this is real life mother fucker! Things get crazy up in here. You cant just show up in another mans house and scare his son off like that, who do you think you are?
* Doug tries to plead his case again with a mouth full of boot leather but all that comes out is the garbled letters I-W-C. *
ZMAC: That’s right! You ain’t nothing up in the DUB. The DUB is certified psychopathic! You think you’re Andre Holmes now? You think you can just show up on the scene and start a fire, HMM? You wana start a war, you couldn’t handle a war if it came in a fifty two stack and a blind man turnt the other way around and he was using a brick and a stack of dominos.
Doug: UGH! Whats that even mean?
ZMAC: LEARN. HOW. TO. GET. THE. JOKE. FGT.
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP ::
ZMAC: Tell you what though, the joke is Andre and Bonnie thinking that they can one up ya boi in this hardcore match. ZMAC gone turn this match into a flippity flop house of pancakes and straight up griddle these bitches alive.
Doug: Ugh! I don’t get your metaphors!
ZMAC: Read a damn book then, son!
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP::
* Finally after almost being stomped to death, the entire crew is able to pull themselves and ZMAC off a Dougs half dead body. *
Buddy Roman: Z, Z, stop! Stop! This requires a more elegant touch. Guys like Doug and Andre and Bonnie Blue ( LOL WUT?) they do not understand tactics like yours. They need a softer, more elegant touch.
* Buddy Roman steps away, almost out of frame and into your very soul, talking directly to the world and to you.Yes, YOU. ( See: Match participants )*
Buddy Roman: All does require a more elegant touch. A Proud Fathers, touch. While you there at home struggle with the knowledge that you will forever be in the shadow of a dirt picking, dumpster diving maniac, know that he is the only one truly prepared to do anything and everything to get the job done this Sunday night on Slam! I know that you’ve heard all the stories and all the gossip and I am sure that you sick and tired and sick and tired of Zombie McMorris droning on and on about the true Spirit of the WCF but you know what; he’s right. He’s right and it is true. Andre, lets talk to you for a moment. Mono E Jew. I’ve been watching you’re little series that you got going on there. I got a clicker, I am a subscriber to the WCF network; I pay my ten o’ one a month just like everybody else. And I’m here to tell you that what you’re sending is nothing more than what Dustin Beaver sent us. It is nothing more than your formal resignation. The only difference is that you rather go out in a trial by fire in the form of MY CLIENT, Zombie McMorris. You would rather eat the words that you spit on your prerecorded telecast rather than just give in to an easy defeat. What you fail to recognize, as I amsure you’re trying to formulate your little ‘shoot’ escapade is that it is damn hard to shoot on my client. It is damn hard and nay impossible. So as you gather your strength and your little quips and treasures insults such as Zombie McMorris never winning a world championship, allow me to put it to you this way…
If the world catches fire so easily based on the fact that thee most hardcore person in WCF today is going for the Hardcore title, how do you think they’ll react when that man is going for the top prize in WCF? When the man that redefines what it means to be metta is getting barraged with hate mail and picket lines, because his words ‘hurt’. There are some in WCF who want to silence is language because it makes them uncomfortable -
HOW do you think those people will feel when that man, MY CLIENT becomes WCF World Heavy Weight Champion; when they cannot even handle him steam rolling the ‘competition’ for the Hardcore title. If words do hurt and indeed they have hurt some, how do you think YOU can handle that man in the ring?
Pretty easy, right? You are not those people who are hurt so easily by words; right?
I am sure that you would like to think that. At least, that’s what you like to think to yourself. We’ve seen you on radio shows and playing your fun little catfish games because Andre Holmes is funny but in that ring he’s super serious.
Guys. I’m super. Serious.
Andre, I would clap for you but the WCF and the World is trying to tie my hands behind my back. When the world is simply too afraid to put MY CLIENT out there because his words are too hard and his puns are too intense and his MEMES too dank- what does that say about my client when he wants it; truly wants it? When they say:
‘ ZMAC, you can do it without the gimmick’
And yet he continues on, anyway- what do you think that says about the true nature of the beast? Are you a beast, Andre? Are you ready to find the demons and the monster deep inside of you, because let’s face it every hardcore wrestler has that troupe somewhere up their sleeve. If the world can not handle the words of my client whens just doing this for fun, how do you think they’ll respond when he’s in it for real? How are you going to respond? Are you going to drop ‘the dank shit,’ hold up with another edgy series and call yourself a champion? Let me tell you something, Andre and this applies to you as well, Ms. Blue. Neither one of you could be champion even if you went onto WCF Wrestling dot com and printed the pictures out yourself.
Simply put you are playing catch up to the man who has been there and done that. For MY CLIENT, this is an exercise in dominance were as for you its an experiment for success. Now I’m sure that you both had some modest adventure with success like college kids adventuring into their sexuality but this isn’t college. This is not the minor leagues. This is WCF and in WCF men like Zombie McMorris rule the earth because even their words pack a bigger punch than your fist all curled up with rage and heartache.
Sunday Night is no ones opportunity except for Zombie McMorris because he is the only one versed in the form of violence needed to perform at that level. You think you know what it takes but there is a reason that men like Oblivion are the face of the division. It is not somewhere where legends go to die, rather legends go there to live. They thrive in it. MY CLIENT thrives in it. You both will only writhe in it. You’ll wiggle and squirm like worms on hooks and cry because Zombie McMorris said some hashtag metta shit that hurt your feelings because sure, you take a light tube to the back and a frying pan to the face but you can not take the simple truth.
Now isn’t that the most hardcore thing of them all; the truth? Seems like you both can take a dick but you can not take a joke, let alone the truth. I know that you’l; both continue to try and forge on your little quest with everything I told you in the back of your mind. Its gnawing and eating and biting at the backs of your skulls like a scab that you just want to pick off but you cannot because you know that it’ll just fester and kill you if you did.
You see, that is the beauty of MY CLIENT. With Zombie McMorris, you are damned id you do and damned if you don’t. The only difference is the fact that despite the fact that everyone hates the fact that he’s quote ‘ fourth wall douche bag,’ they hate the other fact even more. It is the fact that when real push comes to real shove, he’s the God damn best in this business with the best creative mind this company has ever seen and that is what scares them. They know that when ZMAC is on, all bets are off so you all better pray to God that this is all MEMES and GiFS and faggotry.
Alas..
It is not.
Now you have me here, a proud father. And I cannot allow that to happen. I simply cannot allow that to happen. And you know what, it will not happen. Sunday Night Zombie McMorris will head down that ring with history on the line and give the world a show and a taste of that Zombie McMorris that they all fear. No, it’s not the metta but that deep, dark, psychotic intellectual whose going to systematically pick apart his other seven opponents one by one.
And yet you, Andre, you are just so hardcore and ultra violent and in the know and yet… YOU.DON’T.KNOW.SHIT. You don’t know shit because are still here. I mean look around you. Scathe.. no show. Phoenix, no show. Beaver and Venge are the equivalent to such. The only ones to try and keep the faith are you, Bonnie Blue and Shadowlove. Now, I’m sure there is a joke to be had in that but you know.. you already are it.
What does it mean when the only ones to step up to my client in this historical hardcore match are the three sad sacks that just cant get it done. When three careers that will go nowhere in this company put it on the line against the man that crafted and created so many iconic moments in WCF. Don’t get it twisted. This is not Zombie McMorris resting on his accomplishments, no. What this is is putting the wheat to the chaff. The Meek to the fire and telling the world that after four long years, Zombie McMorris STILL is not finished with WCF and the longest active streak in WCF history will continue and it will do so at the expense of lesser talent like Andre Holmes, Bonnie Blue, Shadowlove- and the list goes on. And you know something, it will continue to go on because as long as there are people like you seven in the world, MY CLIENT will continue to be dominant in this division, the Internet division or any division for that matter.
This comes down to who wants it more and MY CLIENT, he wants it more. You seven collectively only want it to put yourselves on a map that you cannot even find. It is a map of legends, of icons and of builders and pillars of this company. What is laughable is that you seven all feel that this match is your starting point to putting your finger on that map. But first you have to find it and unfortunately you will not find it Sunday night on Slam. I’ll tell you what you will find:
MY CLIENT, the Evil Incarnate taking seven would be hopeful and crushing the dreams and the souls and the souls of their dreams until they are dead. What you will find is Zombie McMorris doing what he does best until the biggest lost of talent and life is seen in that ring. It is when young Andre slinks back to Gemini Battle, who has to give him a hot dicking and a warm glass of milk in order to convince him that this was all just a bad dream. It is when Bonnie Blue comes face to face with a man who conquered time itself and that just gives her a case of THE VAPORS. If she is not careful, her career too will be at a reckoning because the power of sexual prowess in MY client is only trumped by the power of his professional conquests.
Eight titles won, fourteen careers ended. Period, exclamation point! you all can look up the stats but I will tell you this, it is one thing to read it on a page and black and white but it is an entirely different thing to experience LIVE AND IN COLOR. Sunday night MY CLIENT makes history by destroying any would be careers that you have just to further cement is own unchallenged legacy by becoming a three time WCF Hardcore Champion. Because the strong do what they can and the weak endure what they must.
Now say it with me…
CONQUER. THE. HATE
WCF- Slam
Hardcore Title Cluster Fuck
_________________________
Chapter I: Full House and Hardcore Dreams
Sunday Night Slam is going to be main evented by an 8 man battle free for all for the hardcore title because of Katherine Phoenix’s inability to compete. She is, for all intense purposes, a nonissue. There are a lot of those in this match, frankly put, everyone else that isn’t the Coked Up Mad Man. However, such things will be spoken in time. I shall not get involved with such respects in this introverted introspective. I however shall speak on this, that hardcore title will be wrapped around my waste come the end of the match. It is a given and fact that haunts the only one person gunning for the title, Andre Holmes. Now Andre, don’t take this as Honey Badger being afraid on you so he’s got to shoot on you. To the contrary, I ain’t got to shoot on anybody. Its more of you’re the only guy trying to give this a go. Rather, you’re the only one foolish enough to give it ago. Bonnie, yah, she’s doing her thang. No disrespect to her, but she’s getting fucked. I want her to know that. Bonnie, I’m not coming to bash your brains in. I’m coming to give your uterus a twenty minute workout. Andre, you can do what you do best; sit in the corner and watch as the better man gets the job done. I have no use for you and neither does this match. You might be hardcore but you ain’t HORROR KORE; not by a long shot.
* The SUV of Doom rolls up the Valdiva- Roman compound in the middle of the night. To anyone else this would be a surprise visit but to a proud father, it’s a welcome and expected affair. The Shape planned this affair because there was a full house. All of his children were there, from White Steven to DLO CLO and even ol’ Natty ICE who came in from Wisconsin. They boys of Roman did not know that ZMAC was coming, let alone with a small army plus one Doug, IWC, blank slate peon, but Roman knew. He was beaming and floating on clouds. He watched from the window with baited breath, like a dog waiting for its master to return. Doug, Crow, Kaz and ZMAC pile out of the van and walk up to the house. *
:: KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK ::
* The door opens on its own as the party of four arrives. Unbeknownst to them, the government agents van was parked down the street but the group had came from the other end and did not spot the spying duo who were trying to gain radio surveillance from inside. *
Buddy Roman: Oh there he is, there he is. My boy. MY client!
* Roman greets ZMAC with a rosy face and open arms, turning to his other sons with a smile as he embraces ZMAC. *
Buddy Roman: And my grandson, how special!
* Roman embraces Crow who just stands there confused. *
Scarecrow: You hated me. I wanted you to be my father so bad and you refuse me. Where do you even get off thinking this.
Buddy Roman: Because I am not your father and I never will be. What I am is your grandfather and that is something no one else can give you.
* ZMAC interjects. *
ZMAC: Except your real grandfather ..who probably doesn’t know you exist and will probably hate your guts.
Scarecrow: What, you mean like how you hate mine?
ZMAC: No, I’m just a dick. At least I acknowledge you as my blood. Conrad just sees me as an inconvenience.
Buddy Roman: And whose this?
* Asks Roman, as he looks over at Doug. *
ZMAC: That’s Doug. He’s my IWC tag along because fuccbois up in the DUB don’t know how to act. He’s my Uber driver turned accomplish for my mission to regain the Hardcore title.
* Doug stands there quietly. The last time he opened his mouth he got the boots and a beatdown and he wasn’t about to have that again. Next to him though was Kaz who smiled from ear to ear with open arms but was met with a less than warm reaction. *
Buddy Roman: And who are you, again?
* Kaz has always been pining for Buddy Romans love and acceptance, much like Scarecrow but despite being in a stable with Roman, never really got that far. *
Buddy Roman: I know, I know. Don’t tell me.
* Kaz mouths his own name. *
Buddy Roman: Stryder.
* Kaz’s world collapses. *
Buddy Roman: Nope. No. I know this, don’t tell me. Do not tell me. Its Colin.
* And heart, it breaks into a million pieces. *
Kaz: I think I should- I wanna be alone.
* Kaz turns and heads towards the door as Roman looks back at his children who all wear a sad face. Roman turns back to Kaz with tears in his eyes, begging Kaz to stay *
Buddy Roman: Colin! Colin, no, wait, please! Colin I’m sorry!
* Kaz continues his slow walk, hand and hand with his demons. Roman looks back at his sons who all shake their head. *
Buddy Roman: Wade! Wade! Come back Wade!
* Roman starts to crawl on his hands and knees towards the door. *
Buddy Roman: I need you. I love you. I’m sorry! Don’t leave me the way your mother left me!
* Kaz pays no heed and walks out the door and into the night. Buddy Roman gets to his feet and wipes the tears from his eyes. He immediately turns his attention towards Doug ( the IWC ) and pokes his fat Jew finger into Dougs chest. *
Buddy Roman: YOU! What did you do!? You drove him away! You drove my son away and it is because of you that we cannot enjoy his company! How dare you. How dare you come into my house and treat my son, my family in such a disrespectful way!
White Steven: Yah Doug, you jerk. Don’t be a jerk, Doug.
* Doug tries to plead his case. *
Doug: But I didn’t. I was just sitting here. He left on his own. In fact, he left because of you. You made him leave.
LOL sorry Doug, but you done fucked up
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP ::
The entire house take turns stomping a mud hole into Doug. Its just how things are done up in the DUB and everyone in this house knew it. This is the way life is, real life. It is a life that the recent DUB fuccbois have been deprived of but I’ll show them on Sunday.
ZMAC: Do you think this is a game, Doug?
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP::
ZMAC: Do you think this is a fan fiction fantasy? AN-AN, this is real life mother fucker! Things get crazy up in here. You cant just show up in another mans house and scare his son off like that, who do you think you are?
* Doug tries to plead his case again with a mouth full of boot leather but all that comes out is the garbled letters I-W-C. *
ZMAC: That’s right! You ain’t nothing up in the DUB. The DUB is certified psychopathic! You think you’re Andre Holmes now? You think you can just show up on the scene and start a fire, HMM? You wana start a war, you couldn’t handle a war if it came in a fifty two stack and a blind man turnt the other way around and he was using a brick and a stack of dominos.
Doug: UGH! Whats that even mean?
ZMAC: LEARN. HOW. TO. GET. THE. JOKE. FGT.
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP ::
ZMAC: Tell you what though, the joke is Andre and Bonnie thinking that they can one up ya boi in this hardcore match. ZMAC gone turn this match into a flippity flop house of pancakes and straight up griddle these bitches alive.
Doug: Ugh! I don’t get your metaphors!
ZMAC: Read a damn book then, son!
:: STOMP STOMP STOMP::
* Finally after almost being stomped to death, the entire crew is able to pull themselves and ZMAC off a Dougs half dead body. *
Buddy Roman: Z, Z, stop! Stop! This requires a more elegant touch. Guys like Doug and Andre and Bonnie Blue ( LOL WUT?) they do not understand tactics like yours. They need a softer, more elegant touch.
* Buddy Roman steps away, almost out of frame and into your very soul, talking directly to the world and to you.Yes, YOU. ( See: Match participants )*
Buddy Roman: All does require a more elegant touch. A Proud Fathers, touch. While you there at home struggle with the knowledge that you will forever be in the shadow of a dirt picking, dumpster diving maniac, know that he is the only one truly prepared to do anything and everything to get the job done this Sunday night on Slam! I know that you’ve heard all the stories and all the gossip and I am sure that you sick and tired and sick and tired of Zombie McMorris droning on and on about the true Spirit of the WCF but you know what; he’s right. He’s right and it is true. Andre, lets talk to you for a moment. Mono E Jew. I’ve been watching you’re little series that you got going on there. I got a clicker, I am a subscriber to the WCF network; I pay my ten o’ one a month just like everybody else. And I’m here to tell you that what you’re sending is nothing more than what Dustin Beaver sent us. It is nothing more than your formal resignation. The only difference is that you rather go out in a trial by fire in the form of MY CLIENT, Zombie McMorris. You would rather eat the words that you spit on your prerecorded telecast rather than just give in to an easy defeat. What you fail to recognize, as I amsure you’re trying to formulate your little ‘shoot’ escapade is that it is damn hard to shoot on my client. It is damn hard and nay impossible. So as you gather your strength and your little quips and treasures insults such as Zombie McMorris never winning a world championship, allow me to put it to you this way…
If the world catches fire so easily based on the fact that thee most hardcore person in WCF today is going for the Hardcore title, how do you think they’ll react when that man is going for the top prize in WCF? When the man that redefines what it means to be metta is getting barraged with hate mail and picket lines, because his words ‘hurt’. There are some in WCF who want to silence is language because it makes them uncomfortable -
HOW do you think those people will feel when that man, MY CLIENT becomes WCF World Heavy Weight Champion; when they cannot even handle him steam rolling the ‘competition’ for the Hardcore title. If words do hurt and indeed they have hurt some, how do you think YOU can handle that man in the ring?
Pretty easy, right? You are not those people who are hurt so easily by words; right?
I am sure that you would like to think that. At least, that’s what you like to think to yourself. We’ve seen you on radio shows and playing your fun little catfish games because Andre Holmes is funny but in that ring he’s super serious.
Guys. I’m super. Serious.
Andre, I would clap for you but the WCF and the World is trying to tie my hands behind my back. When the world is simply too afraid to put MY CLIENT out there because his words are too hard and his puns are too intense and his MEMES too dank- what does that say about my client when he wants it; truly wants it? When they say:
‘ ZMAC, you can do it without the gimmick’
And yet he continues on, anyway- what do you think that says about the true nature of the beast? Are you a beast, Andre? Are you ready to find the demons and the monster deep inside of you, because let’s face it every hardcore wrestler has that troupe somewhere up their sleeve. If the world can not handle the words of my client whens just doing this for fun, how do you think they’ll respond when he’s in it for real? How are you going to respond? Are you going to drop ‘the dank shit,’ hold up with another edgy series and call yourself a champion? Let me tell you something, Andre and this applies to you as well, Ms. Blue. Neither one of you could be champion even if you went onto WCF Wrestling dot com and printed the pictures out yourself.
Simply put you are playing catch up to the man who has been there and done that. For MY CLIENT, this is an exercise in dominance were as for you its an experiment for success. Now I’m sure that you both had some modest adventure with success like college kids adventuring into their sexuality but this isn’t college. This is not the minor leagues. This is WCF and in WCF men like Zombie McMorris rule the earth because even their words pack a bigger punch than your fist all curled up with rage and heartache.
Sunday Night is no ones opportunity except for Zombie McMorris because he is the only one versed in the form of violence needed to perform at that level. You think you know what it takes but there is a reason that men like Oblivion are the face of the division. It is not somewhere where legends go to die, rather legends go there to live. They thrive in it. MY CLIENT thrives in it. You both will only writhe in it. You’ll wiggle and squirm like worms on hooks and cry because Zombie McMorris said some hashtag metta shit that hurt your feelings because sure, you take a light tube to the back and a frying pan to the face but you can not take the simple truth.
Now isn’t that the most hardcore thing of them all; the truth? Seems like you both can take a dick but you can not take a joke, let alone the truth. I know that you’l; both continue to try and forge on your little quest with everything I told you in the back of your mind. Its gnawing and eating and biting at the backs of your skulls like a scab that you just want to pick off but you cannot because you know that it’ll just fester and kill you if you did.
You see, that is the beauty of MY CLIENT. With Zombie McMorris, you are damned id you do and damned if you don’t. The only difference is the fact that despite the fact that everyone hates the fact that he’s quote ‘ fourth wall douche bag,’ they hate the other fact even more. It is the fact that when real push comes to real shove, he’s the God damn best in this business with the best creative mind this company has ever seen and that is what scares them. They know that when ZMAC is on, all bets are off so you all better pray to God that this is all MEMES and GiFS and faggotry.
Alas..
It is not.
Now you have me here, a proud father. And I cannot allow that to happen. I simply cannot allow that to happen. And you know what, it will not happen. Sunday Night Zombie McMorris will head down that ring with history on the line and give the world a show and a taste of that Zombie McMorris that they all fear. No, it’s not the metta but that deep, dark, psychotic intellectual whose going to systematically pick apart his other seven opponents one by one.
And yet you, Andre, you are just so hardcore and ultra violent and in the know and yet… YOU.DON’T.KNOW.SHIT. You don’t know shit because are still here. I mean look around you. Scathe.. no show. Phoenix, no show. Beaver and Venge are the equivalent to such. The only ones to try and keep the faith are you, Bonnie Blue and Shadowlove. Now, I’m sure there is a joke to be had in that but you know.. you already are it.
What does it mean when the only ones to step up to my client in this historical hardcore match are the three sad sacks that just cant get it done. When three careers that will go nowhere in this company put it on the line against the man that crafted and created so many iconic moments in WCF. Don’t get it twisted. This is not Zombie McMorris resting on his accomplishments, no. What this is is putting the wheat to the chaff. The Meek to the fire and telling the world that after four long years, Zombie McMorris STILL is not finished with WCF and the longest active streak in WCF history will continue and it will do so at the expense of lesser talent like Andre Holmes, Bonnie Blue, Shadowlove- and the list goes on. And you know something, it will continue to go on because as long as there are people like you seven in the world, MY CLIENT will continue to be dominant in this division, the Internet division or any division for that matter.
This comes down to who wants it more and MY CLIENT, he wants it more. You seven collectively only want it to put yourselves on a map that you cannot even find. It is a map of legends, of icons and of builders and pillars of this company. What is laughable is that you seven all feel that this match is your starting point to putting your finger on that map. But first you have to find it and unfortunately you will not find it Sunday night on Slam. I’ll tell you what you will find:
MY CLIENT, the Evil Incarnate taking seven would be hopeful and crushing the dreams and the souls and the souls of their dreams until they are dead. What you will find is Zombie McMorris doing what he does best until the biggest lost of talent and life is seen in that ring. It is when young Andre slinks back to Gemini Battle, who has to give him a hot dicking and a warm glass of milk in order to convince him that this was all just a bad dream. It is when Bonnie Blue comes face to face with a man who conquered time itself and that just gives her a case of THE VAPORS. If she is not careful, her career too will be at a reckoning because the power of sexual prowess in MY client is only trumped by the power of his professional conquests.
Eight titles won, fourteen careers ended. Period, exclamation point! you all can look up the stats but I will tell you this, it is one thing to read it on a page and black and white but it is an entirely different thing to experience LIVE AND IN COLOR. Sunday night MY CLIENT makes history by destroying any would be careers that you have just to further cement is own unchallenged legacy by becoming a three time WCF Hardcore Champion. Because the strong do what they can and the weak endure what they must.
Now say it with me…
CONQUER. THE. HATE
