Post by Zombie DankMorris on Jun 11, 2016 12:29:37 GMT -5
RP1
WCF Slam
Chambers & Slane
vs.
Dat Hawt American Darkness
_______________________________________
Chapter I : 2 of Dah Bess
( Hit up dat Monologue )
Really, I just want to use this time ( cuz LOL what choice do all you fuckbois got? ) to shout out to Seth Lerch for FINALLY hookin up the best team on the block with a couple scrubs in here by the names of Chambers and Slane. Like on the Real, I’m talkin to you #SethLerch. I’m talkin to you #Slane&Chambers. Dat Hawt American Darkness is k-k-k-kKKUMMMIN fo’ ya and we gone gobble you up like this was Hungry, Hungry Hippos. Damn son, dat shits a K-Lassic. And so ain’t we. Hawt American Darkness be instant Tag Team Hall of Fame up in the Dub.
Like Check it.
Mikey Extreme: 3 Time United States Champion. This dude is Sin-DOMINANTE with the belt. He is recognized, fo’evah, Dub Cee Eff United States Champion. Fuck 4 skore and 7 years ago he wrote the declaration of stompin out punk bitches for that belt. You ain’t gonna find much else bettah than he-EM.
Then you go me.
The Dank guy ( LOLZ)
Zombie McMorriss: Tag Champ, US Champ, TV, 2x Hardcore, 4x and current Internet champ. ZMAC done did just about every-damn-thang there is to do up in this mother fucker. I’ve been up in here since 2012. I’ve been runnin and gunning without stops or breaks or a gawd damn kuppa kawfee for 2 and a half years, YAHHH. Dats what we be runnin with. Dats what Chambers and Slane gotz to deal with while they try and not murder each other with that lame fuck “ New Logan Style”
LOL
I mean like, whose gonna miss em? Chambers is like 3 week, who is this guy? Slanes been here and gone and here again. Hes a hard skip but the roster can lose him just fine and keep on pluggin.
But ya’ cant lose my boi, Mikey Extreme. You cant lose my boi, ol’ Z. And that’s what this comes down to. Chambers and Slane FAAAAHHH-UUCCKKK… You bois are done dead and buried before you even stepped through them ropes.
______________________________________
Chapter II: Google, and its Many Things
Google Search: WCF Tag Team Championship Belts
Search Results: Found 11,100 results in .66 sec.
** Mikey Extreme poured over his laptop, trying to adjust the screen, hoping that it would shake loose a few extra results. His barroom, blood stained jeans did hm no favors as his leg shook dried flakes of mud off the heel of boot, curtesy of the balls of his toes. He stroked his beard, sometimes it would give his brain answers but all he saw were faggot-esq excuses that furthered his ire with the entire system. **
Result Findings:
“ WCF Goes on 2-week Hiatus”
“ Seth Lerch on the ropes?”
“ Logan Brand Hotdogs”
“ Seth Lerch down sizes roster and rebrands company”
“ WCF Tag Team Titles: Missing?”
** Mikey Extreme scrolls through search results as he takes a few gulps from his America ( that’s Budweiser ). He clicks on “ WCF Tag Team Titles: Missing?” and starts reading through the article.
[ Over the past two months, Wrestling Championship Federation has gone through some terrible times….. …. … Seth Lerch has decided… …. … .. There is only one problem, no one knows where the belts have gone… .. ….. … The Tag belts along with a few other mainstays have been put in storage… ….. now currently missing… … …. ]
** In the dim lighting of the motel 6, Mikey Extreme tries to come up with a plan. The only problem is that the night is long and he needs more beer. Down the road was a liquor store and a 30- rack would be enough to see him through the next couple of hours as Mikey researched the where-abouts of the WCF Tag Team Championships. Mikey closed his laptop, graded his T-shirt and put it on as he headed out the door **
____________________________
Chapter III: 30 Rack and a 8 Ball. That Kinda Promo
** By the time that good ol’ MKX arrived at the corner liquor store it had closed. However, what wasn’t closed was that back door special. In the cover of darkness behind the old brick building were two guys, those classic unsavory character types with wool caps, canvas jackets and that wise guy talk in this non-discript setting were accents mean shit. MKX ( That’s Mikey Extreme to you FGTs ) pops around the corner rotating his shoulder out as the two men look him. Hes new, who is he, why is here, he might be a Jew or an albino Muslim. **
MKX: Yo, some drunk hobo told me this where I can get a 30 rack after hours.
Man 1: Locals only.
** They try and shoo ol MKX away but he wasn’t havin it. **
MKX: Locals only, why? Tell you what, I’ve got fifty bucks that says I pull down that thirty rack over there. President Grant is a real mother fucker, fifty bills tax free is a wonderful thing.
** The sarcasm was dripping. **
Man 2: hundred bucks and you got a deal, heh..
** MKX thinks about that over for a moment, nodding his head but waves it off. **
MKX: Nah. Nah, hunnit bills is too much. Not unless one of you is willin to suck my cock while I crack open that thirty rack. Honestly, I don’t have time for this and I really don’t want to do that bullshit, you attack me, I waste you just to display my dominance over jobbers like you and Nathan Chambers. Ain’t either of you hardcore enough for me and I can make one call to the DRG and that’ll be all anyones ever heard from you. So I’m just going to take my beer and you guys can get on with that ever you call – all this.
** Enter the sound of ol’ Z tokin off that crack pipe as he emerges from the shadows just behind the two men and knocks them out just from the organic sweat in his greasy, dirty palms. ZMAC grabs the thirty rack and walks back to MKX. **
ZMAC: You got the thirty rack and I got the 8-ball.
MXK: So its that kinda promo?
ZMAC: Its always that kind of promo.
** Heading back down towards the motel a group of young kids and teenagers dressed in shitty Halloween costumes approaches Dat Hawt American Darkness ( Abbreviation pending). Our heros look at each other then back at the kids, then back at each other. **
Kids: We Are The Kult of Crazy Kids ( or was it C.O.C.K? IDK PWI is gonna have to jump on twitter and clear that shit up LOLZ ).
ZMAC: YO MK, was that a twist off?
MXK: Nah. What do you think I am, a pussy?
** Says MKX, taking a swig of a non-twist off beer bottle. **
ZMAC: Then why did you use your shirt?
MKX: [ muttering curses under his breath ]
ZMAC: Tell you what, flip the cap. You can take heads.
** MKX flips the cap in the air and slaps it onto his arm. HEADS **
ZMAC * taking hits off that pipe* : Yo, you gonna put that case of beer down?
MKX: Priorities, son.
ZMAC: Hey kids, wana see a dead body?
Kult of Crazy Kids: The only dead body is you.
ZMAC: Whats that; an ominous tone? And in unison? Shee-itt
MKX: Well technically, you know.
ZMAC: Nah they ain’t wrong but like do you think PWI will report on two grown men stomping four kids to death?
MKX: Only one way to find out.
ZMAC: You wanna dab on this first?
** MKX hits up that crack pipe before stomping on some horribly misguided youths – to death. Right foot only, Italian style with a hint of the hokey-pokey. **
ZMAC: Damn son. That was brutal. That was quick.
MKX: Dats cuz no ones more horror kore than we.
** ZMAC looks out into the unknown and peers into your soul. Yes you, dear reader. **
ZMAC: Except for New Logan ..
** ZMAC cant finish that with a straight face and cracks up in laughter. **
ZMAC: Straight up. Ain’t no one caring about him or his yuts.
MKX: Yo Z, whats a yut?
ZMAC: Sorry ya honor… YOOOUUUUTTHHHSSS. But on the real, what are you doing in some back alley bar; suckin dick?
MKX: I could ask the same about you.
** ZMAC wipes his mouth. **
ZMAC: Why, what did you hear?
MKX: Heard that the tag belts have gone missin’ and I think that we are the only team qualified to get them back. Scratch that, I know we are the only team qualified to get them back. Shit man, we got Chambers and Slane this week and those dudes hate each other. Like I heard that Chambers wrecked Slane and he cant even complete.
ZMAC: L.O.L, Slane is dead inside. He’s been a broken man for years and really, those two are a non-threat to our Hawt Ameri-dominance. On the real, they are going to step to us and get snuffed out just as quick. Yo, MKX is sending us on a quest for them tag team straps and if we got to klip klop a couple of jobbers that lay ahead of us, then welp, them kult of crazy kids put up a better fight.
MKX: I hear that. I’m all over that Chambers ass poon, too. He got that Horror Kore strap and I gots to liberate it the same way that the English liberated the Indians with small pox. Dats a U.S History pun, dats what we gone get into up in here, bo-lieve dat. Dah first rule of Hawt American Darkness is that ain’t no scrubs up in the Dub gone beat Dat Hawt Dank Darkness cuz we got one goal, nig. We gone get dem tag belts legit.
ZMAC: Damn right. We gonna stomp right on through a couple of lame fucks who stand in the way of the next great WCF tag team. Chambers and Slane have to overcome themselves and they might have a chance at that but there ain’t no way in this Donald Trump America that they can over come us. We’re on a quest and we ain’t stompin till we get it and Sunday Night, we gonna get Chambers and Slane and we’re going to wreck them. Make em’ wish they ain’t even crossed paths with that Darkness when we smash them with some Dark Justice for the three count.
MKX: We’re on a quest. A quest for fun.
ZMAC: That’s right, MK. We are on a quest for fun. Now say it with me.
DEUCES BITCH!
WCF Slam
Chambers & Slane
vs.
Dat Hawt American Darkness
_______________________________________
Chapter I : 2 of Dah Bess
( Hit up dat Monologue )
Really, I just want to use this time ( cuz LOL what choice do all you fuckbois got? ) to shout out to Seth Lerch for FINALLY hookin up the best team on the block with a couple scrubs in here by the names of Chambers and Slane. Like on the Real, I’m talkin to you #SethLerch. I’m talkin to you #Slane&Chambers. Dat Hawt American Darkness is k-k-k-kKKUMMMIN fo’ ya and we gone gobble you up like this was Hungry, Hungry Hippos. Damn son, dat shits a K-Lassic. And so ain’t we. Hawt American Darkness be instant Tag Team Hall of Fame up in the Dub.
Like Check it.
Mikey Extreme: 3 Time United States Champion. This dude is Sin-DOMINANTE with the belt. He is recognized, fo’evah, Dub Cee Eff United States Champion. Fuck 4 skore and 7 years ago he wrote the declaration of stompin out punk bitches for that belt. You ain’t gonna find much else bettah than he-EM.
Then you go me.
The Dank guy ( LOLZ)
Zombie McMorriss: Tag Champ, US Champ, TV, 2x Hardcore, 4x and current Internet champ. ZMAC done did just about every-damn-thang there is to do up in this mother fucker. I’ve been up in here since 2012. I’ve been runnin and gunning without stops or breaks or a gawd damn kuppa kawfee for 2 and a half years, YAHHH. Dats what we be runnin with. Dats what Chambers and Slane gotz to deal with while they try and not murder each other with that lame fuck “ New Logan Style”
LOL
I mean like, whose gonna miss em? Chambers is like 3 week, who is this guy? Slanes been here and gone and here again. Hes a hard skip but the roster can lose him just fine and keep on pluggin.
But ya’ cant lose my boi, Mikey Extreme. You cant lose my boi, ol’ Z. And that’s what this comes down to. Chambers and Slane FAAAAHHH-UUCCKKK… You bois are done dead and buried before you even stepped through them ropes.
______________________________________
Chapter II: Google, and its Many Things
Google Search: WCF Tag Team Championship Belts
Search Results: Found 11,100 results in .66 sec.
** Mikey Extreme poured over his laptop, trying to adjust the screen, hoping that it would shake loose a few extra results. His barroom, blood stained jeans did hm no favors as his leg shook dried flakes of mud off the heel of boot, curtesy of the balls of his toes. He stroked his beard, sometimes it would give his brain answers but all he saw were faggot-esq excuses that furthered his ire with the entire system. **
Result Findings:
“ WCF Goes on 2-week Hiatus”
“ Seth Lerch on the ropes?”
“ Logan Brand Hotdogs”
“ Seth Lerch down sizes roster and rebrands company”
“ WCF Tag Team Titles: Missing?”
** Mikey Extreme scrolls through search results as he takes a few gulps from his America ( that’s Budweiser ). He clicks on “ WCF Tag Team Titles: Missing?” and starts reading through the article.
[ Over the past two months, Wrestling Championship Federation has gone through some terrible times….. …. … Seth Lerch has decided… …. … .. There is only one problem, no one knows where the belts have gone… .. ….. … The Tag belts along with a few other mainstays have been put in storage… ….. now currently missing… … …. ]
** In the dim lighting of the motel 6, Mikey Extreme tries to come up with a plan. The only problem is that the night is long and he needs more beer. Down the road was a liquor store and a 30- rack would be enough to see him through the next couple of hours as Mikey researched the where-abouts of the WCF Tag Team Championships. Mikey closed his laptop, graded his T-shirt and put it on as he headed out the door **
____________________________
Chapter III: 30 Rack and a 8 Ball. That Kinda Promo
** By the time that good ol’ MKX arrived at the corner liquor store it had closed. However, what wasn’t closed was that back door special. In the cover of darkness behind the old brick building were two guys, those classic unsavory character types with wool caps, canvas jackets and that wise guy talk in this non-discript setting were accents mean shit. MKX ( That’s Mikey Extreme to you FGTs ) pops around the corner rotating his shoulder out as the two men look him. Hes new, who is he, why is here, he might be a Jew or an albino Muslim. **
MKX: Yo, some drunk hobo told me this where I can get a 30 rack after hours.
Man 1: Locals only.
** They try and shoo ol MKX away but he wasn’t havin it. **
MKX: Locals only, why? Tell you what, I’ve got fifty bucks that says I pull down that thirty rack over there. President Grant is a real mother fucker, fifty bills tax free is a wonderful thing.
** The sarcasm was dripping. **
Man 2: hundred bucks and you got a deal, heh..
** MKX thinks about that over for a moment, nodding his head but waves it off. **
MKX: Nah. Nah, hunnit bills is too much. Not unless one of you is willin to suck my cock while I crack open that thirty rack. Honestly, I don’t have time for this and I really don’t want to do that bullshit, you attack me, I waste you just to display my dominance over jobbers like you and Nathan Chambers. Ain’t either of you hardcore enough for me and I can make one call to the DRG and that’ll be all anyones ever heard from you. So I’m just going to take my beer and you guys can get on with that ever you call – all this.
** Enter the sound of ol’ Z tokin off that crack pipe as he emerges from the shadows just behind the two men and knocks them out just from the organic sweat in his greasy, dirty palms. ZMAC grabs the thirty rack and walks back to MKX. **
ZMAC: You got the thirty rack and I got the 8-ball.
MXK: So its that kinda promo?
ZMAC: Its always that kind of promo.
** Heading back down towards the motel a group of young kids and teenagers dressed in shitty Halloween costumes approaches Dat Hawt American Darkness ( Abbreviation pending). Our heros look at each other then back at the kids, then back at each other. **
Kids: We Are The Kult of Crazy Kids ( or was it C.O.C.K? IDK PWI is gonna have to jump on twitter and clear that shit up LOLZ ).
ZMAC: YO MK, was that a twist off?
MXK: Nah. What do you think I am, a pussy?
** Says MKX, taking a swig of a non-twist off beer bottle. **
ZMAC: Then why did you use your shirt?
MKX: [ muttering curses under his breath ]
ZMAC: Tell you what, flip the cap. You can take heads.
** MKX flips the cap in the air and slaps it onto his arm. HEADS **
ZMAC * taking hits off that pipe* : Yo, you gonna put that case of beer down?
MKX: Priorities, son.
ZMAC: Hey kids, wana see a dead body?
Kult of Crazy Kids: The only dead body is you.
ZMAC: Whats that; an ominous tone? And in unison? Shee-itt
MKX: Well technically, you know.
ZMAC: Nah they ain’t wrong but like do you think PWI will report on two grown men stomping four kids to death?
MKX: Only one way to find out.
ZMAC: You wanna dab on this first?
** MKX hits up that crack pipe before stomping on some horribly misguided youths – to death. Right foot only, Italian style with a hint of the hokey-pokey. **
ZMAC: Damn son. That was brutal. That was quick.
MKX: Dats cuz no ones more horror kore than we.
** ZMAC looks out into the unknown and peers into your soul. Yes you, dear reader. **
ZMAC: Except for New Logan ..
** ZMAC cant finish that with a straight face and cracks up in laughter. **
ZMAC: Straight up. Ain’t no one caring about him or his yuts.
MKX: Yo Z, whats a yut?
ZMAC: Sorry ya honor… YOOOUUUUTTHHHSSS. But on the real, what are you doing in some back alley bar; suckin dick?
MKX: I could ask the same about you.
** ZMAC wipes his mouth. **
ZMAC: Why, what did you hear?
MKX: Heard that the tag belts have gone missin’ and I think that we are the only team qualified to get them back. Scratch that, I know we are the only team qualified to get them back. Shit man, we got Chambers and Slane this week and those dudes hate each other. Like I heard that Chambers wrecked Slane and he cant even complete.
ZMAC: L.O.L, Slane is dead inside. He’s been a broken man for years and really, those two are a non-threat to our Hawt Ameri-dominance. On the real, they are going to step to us and get snuffed out just as quick. Yo, MKX is sending us on a quest for them tag team straps and if we got to klip klop a couple of jobbers that lay ahead of us, then welp, them kult of crazy kids put up a better fight.
MKX: I hear that. I’m all over that Chambers ass poon, too. He got that Horror Kore strap and I gots to liberate it the same way that the English liberated the Indians with small pox. Dats a U.S History pun, dats what we gone get into up in here, bo-lieve dat. Dah first rule of Hawt American Darkness is that ain’t no scrubs up in the Dub gone beat Dat Hawt Dank Darkness cuz we got one goal, nig. We gone get dem tag belts legit.
ZMAC: Damn right. We gonna stomp right on through a couple of lame fucks who stand in the way of the next great WCF tag team. Chambers and Slane have to overcome themselves and they might have a chance at that but there ain’t no way in this Donald Trump America that they can over come us. We’re on a quest and we ain’t stompin till we get it and Sunday Night, we gonna get Chambers and Slane and we’re going to wreck them. Make em’ wish they ain’t even crossed paths with that Darkness when we smash them with some Dark Justice for the three count.
MKX: We’re on a quest. A quest for fun.
ZMAC: That’s right, MK. We are on a quest for fun. Now say it with me.
DEUCES BITCH!
