Post by Zombie DankMorris on Jun 17, 2016 19:46:55 GMT -5
RP 1
WCF –Slam!
Jeff Purse / James Chevilier / Nathan Chambers / Stuart Slane
vs
ZMAC / Drax Durant / Night Rider / Freezer Burn
_________________________
Chapter I : Strange Bedfellows
( Hittin you up on that monologue trip )
So what is this that mine eyes, they seen before me? A match with Jeff Purse and Drax Durant, Chambers and Slane – and – shee-it, whats his name? James Chevy, a little heavy with the French #I-E-R, Seth hookin up ya boi with a square match to jack – there ain’t a talent in this match that ZMAC hasn’t curb stomped a heart attack.
Now Blast is just next week so I know what Seths doin’. He loves this kinda shit, like a NSFW sharpie pic on /reddit. So this is the plan, this is the game. The biggest night in Cheviliers life and Drax, with ZMAC big ol’ Dee-yyickk in his name. I swear that I’ve this situation played out like one way too many times. Next week is the real thang and these fools couldn’t even stand up when it comes to getting ZRekt this time.
So I’m callin this now because you know how ZMAC do. This might be a strange bedfellows match, but ol’ Z already be fuckin’ em’ and its true. So I guess it comes down to the guys that are in the title hunt, tryin to cap history and make a name that Seth will plaster on that hall of fame. Jeff Purse man, why are you even here? What more do you have to do aside from get diddled by Stuart the queer.
and yes, after all it is politically correct. But the only thing ol’ Z has to correct is how man inches he can stuff down ya neck. Perhaps, how funny that it only leaves Nathan Chambers. Perfect personified, only its spelled like:
F A I L U R E
This dude, he’s gonna get school by the ol’ Z and the ol’ X when their paths cross next and that HORROR JORE strap will be around that Dark ‘Merica neck. But lets focus on this week, cuz theres only a few days left.
ZMACs goin in deep.
droopin all the goo in his nut sack.
I’ll fight all you broke azz toys next week. Hop your punk azz’s on that Twiter and get stone cold beat.
____________________________________
Chapter II: Cuppa Soup & Cuppa Haters
A Soup shop in Beijing
** Dark ‘Merica and Buddy Roman sit around a small table at one of the open air soup stalls in downtown china. With Romans girth and the lengthy frames of ol’ Z and ol’ X, there was little room for much else but the three men made it work. Roman was visibly upset by the nervous shaking of his soup spoon as he slurped and gulped his food. **
ZMAC: So Legit, like, you think those tag belts are here?
Ol’ X ( fucking around with some map): according to xx420bluntscopesxx on Russian Youtube, The conspiracy around the belts is that they some how landed in China. My only question is, how can this be right? I mean, I’m up for following leads but what if this is wrong?
Buddy Roman: Its not ( ahh, slurpin on the soup ). Its never wrong. Russians are the next smartest people; next to Jews. If this XX 420 guy has the scoop, you can damn well bet its THEE scoop.
Ol’ X: But how you holdin up, drowin in that hawt and dank sour soup?
Buddy Roman: Oh, you know.. emotional unbalanced. My son, my boi, Steven Orbit-Roman has once again left professional wrestling. It is a challenging moment for us all. I’m just glad that you boys let me come along on this trip.
ZMAC: Shit, couldn’t have you cryin all over the house and shit by yourself. Bout time we got you back in on the action up in the dub.
Buddy Roman: And I’m glad. Truly, I am glad. You warm the void where this old Jews heart would be. I’m thankful that I -
** ZMAC phone goes off, interrupting Buddy Roman. ZMAC takes it out of his pocket and looks at it. **
[Silver and Gold talent agency ] ( or what ever )
** Buddy Roman eyes the umber and snatches it out of ZMACs hands. **
Buddy Roman: .. HELLO! ( CAPS LOCKS ON NIGS) WHO IS THIS…. LISTEN YOU SON OF A BITCH BUT THESE ARE MY CLIENTS AND I SWEAR TO GAWD UP IN HEAVEN THAT I WILL BURY YOU SO DEEP THAT IN THE GROUND THAT YOU’LL WIND UP IN MY MISO SOUP.. ( Dats a joke.. dat like he gone bury you so deep you'll wind up on the other side of the earth. In china. In his soup. Ya dumb fucks.)
Ol’ X: Its Hawt and Dank Sour.
Buddy Roman: You shut your mouth, captain American.
** The phone disconnects. Buddy Roman smashes the phone against the table and throws it into the street. **
Buddy Roman: Son of a bitch! I hate them. I hate the Jews. I hate all the Jews. The only enemy more dangerous to Jews is other Jews. If that Silver Goldstein thinks he can suck the dick then he better be prepared to suck ALL OF THE DICK. I will make him choke on these three inches of blind and righteous fury. Like my uncle Jonah used to say:
Don’t suck what you cant swallow.
Ol’ X: Like Jonah and the Whale?
Buddy Roman: Exactly. That is why Jews don’t swim. Jews don’t go into the sea and the whales don’t come on land.. although with the countries obesity problem I’d say that the whales have found a loop hole. That’s why I like China. Great food, They’re all shorter than me, I can look down on a whole race of people; really feel empowered. They kill whales and eat them, it’s a happy ending for all.
** ZMAC takes out another Black Bury from his jacket and starts looking that the WCF Internet Boards. **
Ol’ X: Dude, where did you get that?
ZMAC: What? Fuck you, I have endorsements. Like a Coked up Mad Man cant get himself a little extra cheddah?
Ol’ X: Blackberry endorses you?
ZMAC: Nah son, but Freedom does. Dats why we Dem ‘Mericas of hawt Dank Darkness up in this bitch. We on a mission to try and find them WCF tag straps from a chink in China town. And let me know if you see any rugs, I’m in the market.
ol’ X: Dude, please. Chink is not cool. Asian American is the preferred nomenclature.
Buddy Roman: Gentlemen, what I would like to address is what is going on this week on Slam. We are heading into Blast and that is a major event for all of us. Mikey, you have to get into The Showdown and get yourself that US title back. ZMAC, you’re running a fatal four way for the Internet title and this week you both need to make an impact.
ZMAC: That’s why we brought you.
Buddy Roman: You’re damn right because there’s Shoot, then there’s Biddy Roman killin people with his Jew charm.
** Buddy Roman looks directly into your soul; into everyone’s soul and smiles a warm smile. **
Buddy Roman: I know you. I know all of you. And I also know that some of you know me. For those that don’t, MY name is Vincent “ Buddy” Roman. Now I may not look like much but I am a proud father. I am a proud manager and most of all I am a Jew. So what does this mean for all of you.. well.. For the team going against MY client, it means a great deal. You see this team of Jeff Purse, James Chavilier, Nathan Chambers and Stuart Slane all can not co-exist. It simply can not be. They are men, built to destroy themselves because this week serves them into next week. So which one among them will be selfish enough to be the one that puts the one in one against all? Lets starts with James Chevilier.
James Chevilier,
HI. Hello Sir. I would say that it is nice to meet you but I am an honest person. It is not nice to meet you. It great, grand W O U N D E R F U L L , to meet you. You are new here in the Wrestling Championship Federation and you already have such a long an illustrious career ahead of you. You have the opportunity of a life time to stand on the shoulders of the giants that came before you and claim that NOW IS JAMES CHEVILIER’S TIME!
You my son, have that opportunity this week and the only question is: will you capitalize on it? Will you seize it, take it, hold it, caress it in your loving arms and treat it in that special way that it deserves.
That you deserve.
And you do deserve it, don’t you? You have earned it, have you not? Has not James Chevilier stood up, as a face in a faceless crowd and said that today was his day? I believe he has. I believe it and I know that you believe it. James MY son, a wise man once told me that power is only as influential as the one that wields it. Now I want that to sink in for a moment.
P O W E R
What does that word mean to you? What does that feeling mean to you. James, what does that EMOTION mean to you and what does it do for you? Does it burn? Does it yearn? Does it boil and bubble up into the pit of your stomach to the point where it reaches the roof of your mouth and just explodes outward as you shout to the world that.. you.are.here.
You are here and I hear you, MY son. A father always hears his children. A father always knows what his children want and a father knows just how to get those wants and desires.
You want the WCF world title, my son. Everyone does but you, you’re special. You are better than the others, but shh… don’t tell them I told you. You have the opportunity to walk into this match, here this week teammates with the men that stand against you in your quest next week. You help them win this week – which helps them next week in defeating you..
OR
Or… Help your father, help you. James you have already taken the bull by the horns and now you need to ride it. Not only do you need to ride it but you need to tame it.
Tame it, James. Tame them. Tame the men that seek to keep you down. Purse, Chambers and Slane. Be the one that tell them that there is a new dog in the yard and that dog has teeth. I know you, my son. You are not willing to wait to sink those teeth into your opponents at Blast, so why wait? Why not take the first shot on a long line of shots. Let this week be week zero of your long and illustrious world title run.
Make these men RAGE QUIT!!!!
Except… for you… Stuart Slane, My son. The Man of many knots. The Scout Master of our hearts.
Stuart, my son. You have been here longer than almost anyone. And yet, where is your recognition? Where is your glory? I know you have the drive and the ambition. I know that you have the fortitude but what is holding you back? In a world of dog eat dog, do not serve yourself up on a platter so lesser men like “ The Game” can play you like a fool. You are not a fool. You are my son and I love you. I love you as much as a father can love a son. It pains me to see that your name is one of the forgotten in this company. Stuart Slane is not meant to stand on the side lines and if you allow your team to win this match, you allow yourself to lose next week. You are always a bridesmaid Stuart but never a bride. Help me, help you. I want you to be a bride. To be a groom. To be the man that wears the gold around his waist rather than the man that just in the match so that the Game can win.
I don’t want that as much as you don’t want that. I love my children equally but I.. I love you just a little bit more than the rest. As such, I want to see you succeed in all things. Be the one that breaks out from the pack and finally, finally be the man in this company that I know that you were always meant to be. I know that you are going to do everything in your power to win next week, so why not aid that just a little bit and start this week. Start this week and make sure that the Champ, Jeff Purse doesn’t make it out of Slam with his legs under him. Cripple him, destroy him. He is one of thee most lack luster champions in WCF history and that can not stand in a Stuart Slane WCF. Nor should it.
I believe in you, my son. Now you must trust me. Trust in me to guide you in the right direction. You have been wronged by many people in your life but now is when we make it right. Now is the moment where Stuart Slane takes what is his. Too long has Stuart Slane bought a ticket to the dance and yet he himself has not been called to the dance floor. Do not wait for lesser men to take advantage of you and take what is yours. Strike, my son. Strike hard and strike true. This week Do onto them what you will. Impose yourself in this match against them as you will next week. This will be a taste of what is to come.
A taste of the future.
Speaking of the Future.. Jeff Purse, wasn’t that suppose to be you?
What happened? Where did you go? I’ll tell you were- you evaporated and only now have resurfaced. I have missed you my son and you are in a very dangerous situation. Very Dangerous, indeed. You are surrounded on all side by those who wish to see you dead.
I do not want to see that. I do not want to bury yet another one of my children. With wolves at your door, you must be prepared for all of their horrors. I know you are prepared my son I know are you willing to do what is necessary and sacrifice that body and soul to retain that WCF world title. Show them the man that has been there before and make right on your second trip what the nay sayers have said about you all along. Be the fighting champion that I know you are and take the first leap of action this week against those pretenders that call themselves your teammates Deliver onto them the most punishing of all punishments and make your father proud.
This match is not to test any combined skill against a couple of jobbers that are going after MY clients title. This match is to test and to tear apart that Blast main event. Who among you is has it in their hearts to be the MAN in WCF and do what is right to become WCF champion. Do not let this week stand in your way of greatness but shall you stand in the way of everybody else.
On top of that MY client, the Evil Incarnate is back in the ring doing what he does best and that is causing havoc. This week MY client, the Evil Incarnate will stand with his opponents just as my other children stand together but I know for a fact that unlike my other children, my client has what it takes to dismantle each and every one of them to gear up for next week.
But that is next week.
This week Zombie McMorris takes on the world champion and maybe even the future world champion to size up and seize opportunity on his way into The Ultimate Showdown where no doubt about it, his prize is THEE top prize. From Jeff Purse to Nathan Chambers – your careers hinge on these next xouple of weeks and yet MY clients is secure.
But I know, you are all asking:
“ But Buddy, Jeff Purse is the world champion and Chambers is the hardcore.”
Indeed, They are. They “are” title holders but they are not champions. They are not defending champions. Chambers stamps his foot and tries to be a condescending try hard in regards to the belt being named the “ Perfect championship”
Gimmick much?
Jeff Purse will rant and rave and drill into us fantasy stories of Pantheon
P A N T H E O N
L O L
A group that has been dismantled and revived so many times, it makes Adam Young look like a sane person. He’ll tell you about winning WAR and how his lack of title defenses isn’t his fault.
But my son Jeff Purse is a lame champion. There is no meat on that bone and no ahem “ insert jew term here.”
Two title holders, no champions between them. The match this week has MY client essentially taking on seven other men who are BEGGING to become a champion and yet none of them know how to do it. I’ll give you a word of advice though, MY sons… Allow your father to give you some fatherly, worldly advice.
MY client, the Evil Incarnate is going to absolutely dominant each and every one of you in ways that none of you even know existed or thought were dead and buried.
Don’t you dare call this a come back…
we’ve been here for years.
Badda boom… realist Jew in dah room
#how_JEW _doin.
This week it is a matter of putting that busted up Doc Martin on the throat and crushing the windpipe and taking all of the air out of the sails of these seven men.
There is only one champion in WCF and that champion is MY client, Zombie McMorris.
And if not this week then the next and the one after that and the one after that until he shows Seth Lerch that the best damn champion this company could ever have is sitting at a soup shop in China listening to an Old Jew verbally molest grown men at what is suppose to be their profession.
But as we all know, in terms of that there is only one king of smack talk and that once again is MY client.
There is only ONE man that embodies the spirit of this company
MY client, Zombie McMorris
ad there is only one man that is going to walk away from this shit storm of a clusterfuck
MY client, Zombie McMorris
Conquer. The. Hate.
WCF –Slam!
Jeff Purse / James Chevilier / Nathan Chambers / Stuart Slane
vs
ZMAC / Drax Durant / Night Rider / Freezer Burn
_________________________
Chapter I : Strange Bedfellows
( Hittin you up on that monologue trip )
So what is this that mine eyes, they seen before me? A match with Jeff Purse and Drax Durant, Chambers and Slane – and – shee-it, whats his name? James Chevy, a little heavy with the French #I-E-R, Seth hookin up ya boi with a square match to jack – there ain’t a talent in this match that ZMAC hasn’t curb stomped a heart attack.
Now Blast is just next week so I know what Seths doin’. He loves this kinda shit, like a NSFW sharpie pic on /reddit. So this is the plan, this is the game. The biggest night in Cheviliers life and Drax, with ZMAC big ol’ Dee-yyickk in his name. I swear that I’ve this situation played out like one way too many times. Next week is the real thang and these fools couldn’t even stand up when it comes to getting ZRekt this time.
So I’m callin this now because you know how ZMAC do. This might be a strange bedfellows match, but ol’ Z already be fuckin’ em’ and its true. So I guess it comes down to the guys that are in the title hunt, tryin to cap history and make a name that Seth will plaster on that hall of fame. Jeff Purse man, why are you even here? What more do you have to do aside from get diddled by Stuart the queer.
and yes, after all it is politically correct. But the only thing ol’ Z has to correct is how man inches he can stuff down ya neck. Perhaps, how funny that it only leaves Nathan Chambers. Perfect personified, only its spelled like:
F A I L U R E
This dude, he’s gonna get school by the ol’ Z and the ol’ X when their paths cross next and that HORROR JORE strap will be around that Dark ‘Merica neck. But lets focus on this week, cuz theres only a few days left.
ZMACs goin in deep.
droopin all the goo in his nut sack.
I’ll fight all you broke azz toys next week. Hop your punk azz’s on that Twiter and get stone cold beat.
____________________________________
Chapter II: Cuppa Soup & Cuppa Haters
A Soup shop in Beijing
** Dark ‘Merica and Buddy Roman sit around a small table at one of the open air soup stalls in downtown china. With Romans girth and the lengthy frames of ol’ Z and ol’ X, there was little room for much else but the three men made it work. Roman was visibly upset by the nervous shaking of his soup spoon as he slurped and gulped his food. **
ZMAC: So Legit, like, you think those tag belts are here?
Ol’ X ( fucking around with some map): according to xx420bluntscopesxx on Russian Youtube, The conspiracy around the belts is that they some how landed in China. My only question is, how can this be right? I mean, I’m up for following leads but what if this is wrong?
Buddy Roman: Its not ( ahh, slurpin on the soup ). Its never wrong. Russians are the next smartest people; next to Jews. If this XX 420 guy has the scoop, you can damn well bet its THEE scoop.
Ol’ X: But how you holdin up, drowin in that hawt and dank sour soup?
Buddy Roman: Oh, you know.. emotional unbalanced. My son, my boi, Steven Orbit-Roman has once again left professional wrestling. It is a challenging moment for us all. I’m just glad that you boys let me come along on this trip.
ZMAC: Shit, couldn’t have you cryin all over the house and shit by yourself. Bout time we got you back in on the action up in the dub.
Buddy Roman: And I’m glad. Truly, I am glad. You warm the void where this old Jews heart would be. I’m thankful that I -
** ZMAC phone goes off, interrupting Buddy Roman. ZMAC takes it out of his pocket and looks at it. **
[Silver and Gold talent agency ] ( or what ever )
** Buddy Roman eyes the umber and snatches it out of ZMACs hands. **
Buddy Roman: .. HELLO! ( CAPS LOCKS ON NIGS) WHO IS THIS…. LISTEN YOU SON OF A BITCH BUT THESE ARE MY CLIENTS AND I SWEAR TO GAWD UP IN HEAVEN THAT I WILL BURY YOU SO DEEP THAT IN THE GROUND THAT YOU’LL WIND UP IN MY MISO SOUP.. ( Dats a joke.. dat like he gone bury you so deep you'll wind up on the other side of the earth. In china. In his soup. Ya dumb fucks.)
Ol’ X: Its Hawt and Dank Sour.
Buddy Roman: You shut your mouth, captain American.
** The phone disconnects. Buddy Roman smashes the phone against the table and throws it into the street. **
Buddy Roman: Son of a bitch! I hate them. I hate the Jews. I hate all the Jews. The only enemy more dangerous to Jews is other Jews. If that Silver Goldstein thinks he can suck the dick then he better be prepared to suck ALL OF THE DICK. I will make him choke on these three inches of blind and righteous fury. Like my uncle Jonah used to say:
Don’t suck what you cant swallow.
Ol’ X: Like Jonah and the Whale?
Buddy Roman: Exactly. That is why Jews don’t swim. Jews don’t go into the sea and the whales don’t come on land.. although with the countries obesity problem I’d say that the whales have found a loop hole. That’s why I like China. Great food, They’re all shorter than me, I can look down on a whole race of people; really feel empowered. They kill whales and eat them, it’s a happy ending for all.
** ZMAC takes out another Black Bury from his jacket and starts looking that the WCF Internet Boards. **
Ol’ X: Dude, where did you get that?
ZMAC: What? Fuck you, I have endorsements. Like a Coked up Mad Man cant get himself a little extra cheddah?
Ol’ X: Blackberry endorses you?
ZMAC: Nah son, but Freedom does. Dats why we Dem ‘Mericas of hawt Dank Darkness up in this bitch. We on a mission to try and find them WCF tag straps from a chink in China town. And let me know if you see any rugs, I’m in the market.
ol’ X: Dude, please. Chink is not cool. Asian American is the preferred nomenclature.
Buddy Roman: Gentlemen, what I would like to address is what is going on this week on Slam. We are heading into Blast and that is a major event for all of us. Mikey, you have to get into The Showdown and get yourself that US title back. ZMAC, you’re running a fatal four way for the Internet title and this week you both need to make an impact.
ZMAC: That’s why we brought you.
Buddy Roman: You’re damn right because there’s Shoot, then there’s Biddy Roman killin people with his Jew charm.
** Buddy Roman looks directly into your soul; into everyone’s soul and smiles a warm smile. **
Buddy Roman: I know you. I know all of you. And I also know that some of you know me. For those that don’t, MY name is Vincent “ Buddy” Roman. Now I may not look like much but I am a proud father. I am a proud manager and most of all I am a Jew. So what does this mean for all of you.. well.. For the team going against MY client, it means a great deal. You see this team of Jeff Purse, James Chavilier, Nathan Chambers and Stuart Slane all can not co-exist. It simply can not be. They are men, built to destroy themselves because this week serves them into next week. So which one among them will be selfish enough to be the one that puts the one in one against all? Lets starts with James Chevilier.
James Chevilier,
HI. Hello Sir. I would say that it is nice to meet you but I am an honest person. It is not nice to meet you. It great, grand W O U N D E R F U L L , to meet you. You are new here in the Wrestling Championship Federation and you already have such a long an illustrious career ahead of you. You have the opportunity of a life time to stand on the shoulders of the giants that came before you and claim that NOW IS JAMES CHEVILIER’S TIME!
You my son, have that opportunity this week and the only question is: will you capitalize on it? Will you seize it, take it, hold it, caress it in your loving arms and treat it in that special way that it deserves.
That you deserve.
And you do deserve it, don’t you? You have earned it, have you not? Has not James Chevilier stood up, as a face in a faceless crowd and said that today was his day? I believe he has. I believe it and I know that you believe it. James MY son, a wise man once told me that power is only as influential as the one that wields it. Now I want that to sink in for a moment.
P O W E R
What does that word mean to you? What does that feeling mean to you. James, what does that EMOTION mean to you and what does it do for you? Does it burn? Does it yearn? Does it boil and bubble up into the pit of your stomach to the point where it reaches the roof of your mouth and just explodes outward as you shout to the world that.. you.are.here.
You are here and I hear you, MY son. A father always hears his children. A father always knows what his children want and a father knows just how to get those wants and desires.
You want the WCF world title, my son. Everyone does but you, you’re special. You are better than the others, but shh… don’t tell them I told you. You have the opportunity to walk into this match, here this week teammates with the men that stand against you in your quest next week. You help them win this week – which helps them next week in defeating you..
OR
Or… Help your father, help you. James you have already taken the bull by the horns and now you need to ride it. Not only do you need to ride it but you need to tame it.
Tame it, James. Tame them. Tame the men that seek to keep you down. Purse, Chambers and Slane. Be the one that tell them that there is a new dog in the yard and that dog has teeth. I know you, my son. You are not willing to wait to sink those teeth into your opponents at Blast, so why wait? Why not take the first shot on a long line of shots. Let this week be week zero of your long and illustrious world title run.
Make these men RAGE QUIT!!!!
Except… for you… Stuart Slane, My son. The Man of many knots. The Scout Master of our hearts.
Stuart, my son. You have been here longer than almost anyone. And yet, where is your recognition? Where is your glory? I know you have the drive and the ambition. I know that you have the fortitude but what is holding you back? In a world of dog eat dog, do not serve yourself up on a platter so lesser men like “ The Game” can play you like a fool. You are not a fool. You are my son and I love you. I love you as much as a father can love a son. It pains me to see that your name is one of the forgotten in this company. Stuart Slane is not meant to stand on the side lines and if you allow your team to win this match, you allow yourself to lose next week. You are always a bridesmaid Stuart but never a bride. Help me, help you. I want you to be a bride. To be a groom. To be the man that wears the gold around his waist rather than the man that just in the match so that the Game can win.
I don’t want that as much as you don’t want that. I love my children equally but I.. I love you just a little bit more than the rest. As such, I want to see you succeed in all things. Be the one that breaks out from the pack and finally, finally be the man in this company that I know that you were always meant to be. I know that you are going to do everything in your power to win next week, so why not aid that just a little bit and start this week. Start this week and make sure that the Champ, Jeff Purse doesn’t make it out of Slam with his legs under him. Cripple him, destroy him. He is one of thee most lack luster champions in WCF history and that can not stand in a Stuart Slane WCF. Nor should it.
I believe in you, my son. Now you must trust me. Trust in me to guide you in the right direction. You have been wronged by many people in your life but now is when we make it right. Now is the moment where Stuart Slane takes what is his. Too long has Stuart Slane bought a ticket to the dance and yet he himself has not been called to the dance floor. Do not wait for lesser men to take advantage of you and take what is yours. Strike, my son. Strike hard and strike true. This week Do onto them what you will. Impose yourself in this match against them as you will next week. This will be a taste of what is to come.
A taste of the future.
Speaking of the Future.. Jeff Purse, wasn’t that suppose to be you?
What happened? Where did you go? I’ll tell you were- you evaporated and only now have resurfaced. I have missed you my son and you are in a very dangerous situation. Very Dangerous, indeed. You are surrounded on all side by those who wish to see you dead.
I do not want to see that. I do not want to bury yet another one of my children. With wolves at your door, you must be prepared for all of their horrors. I know you are prepared my son I know are you willing to do what is necessary and sacrifice that body and soul to retain that WCF world title. Show them the man that has been there before and make right on your second trip what the nay sayers have said about you all along. Be the fighting champion that I know you are and take the first leap of action this week against those pretenders that call themselves your teammates Deliver onto them the most punishing of all punishments and make your father proud.
This match is not to test any combined skill against a couple of jobbers that are going after MY clients title. This match is to test and to tear apart that Blast main event. Who among you is has it in their hearts to be the MAN in WCF and do what is right to become WCF champion. Do not let this week stand in your way of greatness but shall you stand in the way of everybody else.
On top of that MY client, the Evil Incarnate is back in the ring doing what he does best and that is causing havoc. This week MY client, the Evil Incarnate will stand with his opponents just as my other children stand together but I know for a fact that unlike my other children, my client has what it takes to dismantle each and every one of them to gear up for next week.
But that is next week.
This week Zombie McMorris takes on the world champion and maybe even the future world champion to size up and seize opportunity on his way into The Ultimate Showdown where no doubt about it, his prize is THEE top prize. From Jeff Purse to Nathan Chambers – your careers hinge on these next xouple of weeks and yet MY clients is secure.
But I know, you are all asking:
“ But Buddy, Jeff Purse is the world champion and Chambers is the hardcore.”
Indeed, They are. They “are” title holders but they are not champions. They are not defending champions. Chambers stamps his foot and tries to be a condescending try hard in regards to the belt being named the “ Perfect championship”
Gimmick much?
Jeff Purse will rant and rave and drill into us fantasy stories of Pantheon
P A N T H E O N
L O L
A group that has been dismantled and revived so many times, it makes Adam Young look like a sane person. He’ll tell you about winning WAR and how his lack of title defenses isn’t his fault.
But my son Jeff Purse is a lame champion. There is no meat on that bone and no ahem “ insert jew term here.”
Two title holders, no champions between them. The match this week has MY client essentially taking on seven other men who are BEGGING to become a champion and yet none of them know how to do it. I’ll give you a word of advice though, MY sons… Allow your father to give you some fatherly, worldly advice.
MY client, the Evil Incarnate is going to absolutely dominant each and every one of you in ways that none of you even know existed or thought were dead and buried.
Don’t you dare call this a come back…
we’ve been here for years.
Badda boom… realist Jew in dah room
#how_JEW _doin.
This week it is a matter of putting that busted up Doc Martin on the throat and crushing the windpipe and taking all of the air out of the sails of these seven men.
There is only one champion in WCF and that champion is MY client, Zombie McMorris.
And if not this week then the next and the one after that and the one after that until he shows Seth Lerch that the best damn champion this company could ever have is sitting at a soup shop in China listening to an Old Jew verbally molest grown men at what is suppose to be their profession.
But as we all know, in terms of that there is only one king of smack talk and that once again is MY client.
There is only ONE man that embodies the spirit of this company
MY client, Zombie McMorris
ad there is only one man that is going to walk away from this shit storm of a clusterfuck
MY client, Zombie McMorris
Conquer. The. Hate.
