Post by Zombie DankMorris on Jul 25, 2016 20:24:41 GMT -5
RP4
WCF-PPV
Ultimate Showdown
Zombie McMorris
vs
Them Dudes who Havent Shown Yet.
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Chapter I: The Only True Champion ( part 3)
Gample Pavilion, University of Connecticut.
* Back in a conference room within the Gample Pavilion, Zombie McMorris sits with Hank Brown as they get ready for an exclusive interview regarding Zombie McMorris’s match at Ultimate Showdown. Hank Brown is wearing a charcoal grey suit with a black and white striped tie. He sits across from ZMAC with the camera just over his shoulder. ZMAC is wearing his normal attire, Motorhead T-shit, ripped jeans and leather jacket. He has the WCF Internet title draped over one of his shoulder and a WCF world title laying across his lap, complete with acid imprint of his lips. *
Hank Brown: ZMAC, welcome. I know that you have taken a long, painful and interesting journey to get back here at the Ultimate Showdown. This is your second Ultimate Showdown match and your third opportunity to capture the WCF world title. Your first being the Ultimate Showdown in 2014 and your tag team match with ICE Beckman in 2015. Now in 2016 you are looking to be the odds on favorite to finally capture the WCF world title. Any thoughts?
* ZMAC nods as he looks down and away at the back of his hand that is now sporting that chrono-dial given to him by Bonnie Blue. *
ZMAC: My thoughts are that it is about time. I have been the face of an entire division and now I’m going to become the WCF world champion. There is no chance, it is not a roll of the dice, it is just a matter of fact. I am going to be the WCF world champion. You mention my journey in WCF and the few opportunities that I’ve gotten to become champion and now I’m facing the odds on favorite to win. It makes everyone sick that this is what perseverance looks like. This is what skill and talent look like. All of that pays off and I.. I have lost more than what a lot of people know.
* ZMAC stares longingly at the chrono-dial on his hand. *
ZMAC: But it’s not about what I’ve lost, it’s about what I’ve gained and what I will gain this Sunday.
Hank: Are you worried that people are going to see your efforts as a effort of desperation.
ZMAC: Desperation? It’s called dominance. It’s called going out here, day after day and being the champion. Not one of them have done that. They’re facing the bitter truth of the matter and it would be easy to hide behind that fact that anyone could say that this is desperation. This is what a champion looks like. If you were world champion and you could go out there and destroy your opponents every time you opened your mouth like me, you would do it all the time. It is not grasping at straws when I tell the world what I’ve been telling it for the past week.
Hank: Are you worried that you might net the hardcore title as a result of your confidence?
ZMAC: Not at all but if I did, I would be a three time hardcore champion inside of a year and be the only contender for Hardcore champion of the year. Take that with my Internet title and you have that award but lets look at the world title. I have World title staring me in the face like passed out hooker ripe for the taking. Sunday night, I take it. It is the most meaningful world title win of the last two years. It goes to the most deserving talent on the roster in the last five. That is world title champion of the year and wrestler of the year. Either way, I’m literally having thee greatest year of anyone in WCF. Anyone who thinks I’m boxing myself in are literally short changing themselves because if they think that they only need one showing because they’re THAT confident, their delusional. If they think they can show up with the best damn three promos this side of a Biohazard mailbox pregnancy promo, then they need to quit right the fuck now. It’s going to be a shame when some dude who thinks that he has it all, with his pretty package, only to get an AXE WOUND and a three count then be forced to take home a title belt that they clearly don’t want. I’ll tell you, Chambers better just do himself a favor and do his best to keep that belt.
Hank: What about WCF world title belt on your lap?
ZMAC: This right here this is the championship of a very famous world champion. See, why all of WCF was busy tring to figure out how to counter ol’ Z and it took them over a week to even get out with a little film crew and make some school yard arts and crafts film of the silent majority of WCF, callin ZMAC a has been and never was. The collective dudes whose combined careers cant even begin to match mine know that, for a fact. This belt right here in hand, laying across my thick is Corey Blacks. Rather, ONE of Corey Blacks. It is one of Corey Blacks many and my first of many.
Hank: How, why? Why do you have that? Did you steal that? Why not steal Slanes title?
ZMAC: How? I went into WCF headquarters and I took it. Because Corey Black is who he is, a couple of his belts are on display. This is one of those belts. And I have it, one, because I am going to make the WCF championship great again. Two, I’m going to make WCF great again. Third, from A to Zed, I’m going to run through every limp dick mother fucker on the roster who thinks that they can stop me. My dirty, disgusting, rotten, diseased, burnt up lips have scared this title belt. I have marked it and it is mine now. Corey Black is the sword and the shield of WCF. He is the ultimate Standard in this company. Well, standards like rules, were meant to be broken. It is time that the WCF stops looking to guys that all claim to be THEE guy, even when that guy – ahem, like my opponents this week – are the guy. You think any of these guys can step up to any of the greats; not a fucking one. WCF used to be great. Now its just Stuart Slane, Thomas Bates, Chambers and Aline rubbin their junk together, hoping that something will catch fire.
* ZMAC shakes his head. *
ZMAC: Its just not going to happen. I’m not going to steal Stuart Slane’s world title just so that I can make it look better. NO, I’m not about that. I’m going to reach back into history as I make history this week and absolutely solidify my position within WCF as one of the greatest champions in not only history but the present and future as well. Where are these dudes at? I’m four promos into killin these fools and they still haven’t stepped up. The one dude that did, Bishop, all but conceded defeat to yours truly. I’m not here to make Bishop, Gemini, Blaze or Slane look good. That’s not my job. All these cats in this match have a severe image problem I don’t have that. I don’t cast a reflection. I cast a shadow. I cast a shadow because everyone in this match is going to have to suck my dick before they even hope to think about breaking my balls. I ask you Hank, which one of them is going to step up and do that? This belt right here is about as close as guys like Corey Black will ever get to carrying my jock. So Black and Slane and everyone else, better get used to seeing this cuz they’re going to be seeing it for a long time.
Hank: Well I think we both know that your opponents will not take this lying down.
ZMAC: But they will take it. Lying down, belt over, a Mississippi sleigh ride; they are getting deep dick sixed. Guys like Chambers only run their mouths because they been fightin dudes that cant step up. Chambers talks about perfection but in order for there to be perfection, there has to be imperfection. Just like for there to be good, there must exist evil. In and of himself, Chambers openly admits that he is not perfect because such a thing cannot exist without its opposite. Me on the other hand, I’m not perfect. I’m free. I’m a free thinker, free man and more importantly, I’m the next WCF world champion.
Hank: What about Bates?
ZMAC: Yah Hank. What about Bates? I’ll tell you about Bates. Bates is a fucking moron. A seven foot tall, four hundred pound, hole in the head. Thomas Bates will cling to his one random world title shot but do you know something about Bates, he only worlds as a face. He only works when hes being the good guy and the underdog. The only problem is that, I’m putting that dog under the porch and then finally under the ground. That’s why Bates has an absolute shit record. That’s why he’s like fifteen and eighteen. I’ll tell you something else about Bates. He can only really say something when he’s just rehashing what someone said about him. And that’s the thing, with four promos for him to look through on the T.V., dudes going crazy, scooting his ass along the carpet because ZMACs promos give him worms. That dude is shooting parasites out his wrektum because for the last week, ZMAC has done nothing but feed him poison, him and everyone else in this match. Just picture Thomas Bates scootin his bubbah gump ass, all greased up in Crisco, draggin that pimple ass across the shag carpet, leaving a slug trail of shit and broken dreams. A Brown steak, to mark the occasion that he and everyone ese has to admit to themselves once and for all that Zombie McMorris is the very best talent in this company.period. print it.ship it. Enjoy it. Nut off to it. It’s money. I’m money, I’ve always been money. There is no one in the match that has sold more tickets than me. There is no one in this match that has had more ring time than me. There is no one in this match with a brighter future, than me.
This belt in my lap represents what was great about this company. WAS great. After Sunday night when the plate reads’ Zombie McMorris’, it WILL be great once again. Because I can tell you right now, it is not great under the waist of Stuart Slane. Truthfully, it wouldn’t be great around anyones waist in WCF except for mine. If anyone were to, they would be lying about it or they would be talking about gimmicks. Teddy Blaze is great because he doesn’t have to defend his title; someone does that for him. The people, the masses protect Teddy Blaze and they will do so in this match. If we’re being honest, and I’m always honest; nothing will protect Teddy Blaze from me in the middle of that ring on Sunday. Him, Alpine, Gem, Slane, we’re old foes. Infact, just about everyone in this match is an old foe. Everyone in this match has detailed knowlage about my in-ring ability and I have knowlage about them. That is why I have struck first. That is why I set the pace. That is why I continue to show up and strike them down with damning effectiveness. It is because I have detailed intimate knowledge on their wrestling prowess – rather the lack there of and I am not impressed. I am not impressed or worried about my chances in this match. If any of them could or would be a champion, where are they? No one has shown up to refute Zombie McMorris. They will just try and downplay a week on dominance as if it was some sort of fluke. Yet no one in this match can boast about similarities in their career to mine.
Brent Alpines career will be mired by our interactions in the past. He is a man known as a quitter and a complainer. Its that simple. He has emilimated himself as Champion. Nathan Chambers lacks the pride in this company to be world champion.WCF does not need a champion that’s going to rename the belt off of his own insurities. Because what is perfect today will not be perfect on Sunday. If Nathan Chambers does anything besides WIN the match and become WCF World champion, then he is a loser and no longer perfect. Now Hank, I may not have invented mathematics but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Nathans chances in this match are poor to frighteningly bad. Like ZMAC stomping out a small child at a birthday party, bad. And that’s really what this is. Chambers will make it seem like this his day and boast and be that condescending prick that he thinks he is. He’ll have his ballons and bouncy house and all them guests. He’ll invite Slane and Alpine and everyone else but not ol’ Z, because he knows. So while he’s trying to enjoy this party and he’s waiting on his gift, here comes Zombie McMorris, the pale rider on his huffy. I’ll be zig zagging my way through that party like I was Jam Willy parting the red sea and dressed like John Wayne Gacy; only funnier. Except there is nothing funny about what I’m going to do guys like Chambers and Alpine who think that this is there time to shine and step up take whats their. Let me tell you something, ok; the only way they could step up in this match is because my foot is shoved so far up their ass that I dragged them up there on my way to history.
Hank: You’ve mentioned history quiet a lot throughout the week.
ZMAC: I have. I have because like everything else other people don’t want to admit, it’s true. From holding another title to retaining to gaining the world to just even competing in this match, I am doing things just about all of these guys will never do. That is something that they cannot talk around. I’m going to be a grandslam champion, I’m going to be the world champion and if anyone had a counter argument for that, they would have said that. Instead, all we have is Kevin Bishop praising me for the work that I’be done because at least he can come out and say that Zombie McMorris is holding it down like a true champion. I mean, we’re here at the Gample Pavilion at UCONN for a fan access and I’m the only one here. We’re doing a meet and greet, trying to actually sell out the Izod Center that’s only a couple hours away from here and I am the only one that showed up. Wheres Slane?
Hank: He’s not here.
ZMAC: How about Bates, Chamber or Alpine?
Hank: None of them are here. They all declined to come. They couldn’t make it.
ZMAC: Couldn’t.fucking.make.it. That is exactly what I’m talking about. The Pavilion holds about ten thousand people and Izod holds nearly twenty. This isn’t the lottery; you don’t start playing when you reach some magic number. This is all or nothing. These ten thousand people at UCONN mean something, they could travel to Jersey and help sell out the show but maybe that’s not important enough to the other guys in the match. Maybe ten thousand is beneath them. Its fucking pathetic.
Hank: Well, what are you going to do about it?
ZMAC: I’m going to go out there and give them what they want. The Pale Rider is here in UCONN and he gone fuck all the Women Huskies. But first, I’m going to go to that ring and give the people what they want. A real champion. The only true champion.
Hank: Well Z, it was good to have you here.
* Hank and ZMAC dab it up and lock that shit down like brothers because Hank has been there since day one as we fade to black. ZMAC gets up and leaves the greenroom. Walking down the hall he can hear the people out in the area, cheering and getting into a fan access match with some local indie talents Seth uses to promote local events by giving those local wrestlers a change to preform on a bigger stage. A hundred dollar pay off and there you go. The fans are enjoying the match but are unaware that ZMAC is about to hit the ring.
“ Killed By Death” Hits the PA system as ZMAC struts out onto the staging with the WCF Internet title in one hand and the WCF World title hanging down in the other. The fans pop and cheer, not expecting to see the Coked Up Mad Man during the middle of the indie match. ZMAC struts to the ring with a sneer on his lips as he nods to the men as a sign to get the fuck out of his ring. The men clear the ring as ZMAC scales the turnbuckle and plays to the crowd, holding the titles high in the air before leaping off and landing in the ring. ZMAC walks over to the ref who gets his microphone before leaving ZMAC to do his thing. *
ZMAC: UCONN, how you doin?
The Crowd: ZMAC! ZMAC! ZMAC!
ZMAC: Yah, dats what the Honey Badger thought. Honey Badger is killin’ and Thrillin’, too. Funny thing is, I’m the only one. We’re suppose to be here supporting and promoting The Ultimate Showdown, trying to get the east coast to riot up in this bitch and bring WCF back to where it was. But clearly these cats up in the match for the WCF WORLD TITLE can’t be bothered to be here and do just that. Each of these men want to be WCF world champion but not one of them got time for THE DUB. Now ya’ll might be sayin:
“But ol’ Z they got two weeks.”
Two weeks nothin’, if you aint the World champ and you aint ever been the world champ and you wanna be the world champ, then I’m sure you got a lot to say about the matter but I guess that just aint so with these other boys up in the match. They’re too worried about what ol’ Z is brining to the table; now aint that the truth. If in seven days you cant bring yourself to spit a sentence about how you want or should be world champion, then it seems as though you aint got what it takes to be world champion but that’s just the Pale Riders conclusion about the dudes up in this match with me come Sunday.
With seven days gone, not even the world champion can come up with reasons why he deserves to be the world champion. How about that Vanilla Pudding underdog Thomas Bates; I doubt he even got through my second promo. He’s probably out at a CVS right now trying to buy out the back to school supplies. And tell you what, Bates, while you’re there just head down the isle and get some construction paper and glitter glue and create for yourself a sound rational fucking thought. Maybe then your mom will finally have something to hang on the fridge after all these years. Don’t try and jot this shit down because this isn’t repeatable and Zombie McMorris is not re-creatable. Better people than you have tried. Speaking of Bates; I haven’t heard from Gemini.
* ZMAC holds up the Internet title. *
ZMAC: Except for this. Gemini quickly realized that I’m taking the gold and he himself is not entirely sure of his own spot or ability. Gemini Battle cannot hold a candle to Zombie McMorris on this mic or in this ring so why not take that belt before Danny Anderson kills him for it. But I’mma tell you something, Danny Anderson is going to kill Gemini Battle for that belt just like I’m going to kill everyone for this..
* ZMAC holds up the world title and kisses it again; leaving another acidic imprint of his lips on the faceplate. *
ZMAC: Seven days of silence and I am sure that there will be seven more. The Ultimate Showdown is not about them becoming world champion, it is about WCF gaining a true leader. In six days I am going to step into that ring and claim my ultimate destiny and there is no one in this match who is going to stop me. I have dominated my way through the Internet division, a division where you actually have to defend. I did not get voted in, I did not beat a scrub tag team as is the classic method in WCF who has history of ill-fated and shitty tag teams. I didn’t beat scrubs off the street every week and I didn’t get my hand held into keeping that hardcore strap. Let me tell you what this is all about. Its about KILL.ZMAC.KILL. Its about me going into this match and bitch slapping all of these mother fuckers into reality. Hitting curb stomp after curb stomp and dove killah after dove killah. I am going to eliminate everyone in this match by myself; even Bishop isn’t safe and he knows he’s not safe but that isn’t going to save him from the Pale Rider as he ascends to the top of the mountains. Even now, I’m coming up with things left and fucking right like the true south paw that I am. So if these mother fuckers out there ain’t going to do it, then I’m going to do it. I’m setting up shop at the top of that mountain and I’m just begging one of them to fire off and attempt to take me down because if you think these attacks weren’t bad enough, just wait till one of your limp dick assholes says something s—s-stah-stupid. We’re rolling into a landmark even and none of them got shit to say because ZMAC done said it all. July thirty-first is a day to watch because that is the day that the WCF landscape will change. That is the day that Zombie McMorris becomes WCF world champion and there is only one man in that back room who has the ability to stop me.
* ZMAC walks up to and leans over the top rope. *
ZMAC: Corey Black, how you doin’?
#Micdrop
ZMAC: Now hit that music.
WCF-PPV
Ultimate Showdown
Zombie McMorris
vs
Them Dudes who Havent Shown Yet.
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Chapter I: The Only True Champion ( part 3)
Gample Pavilion, University of Connecticut.
* Back in a conference room within the Gample Pavilion, Zombie McMorris sits with Hank Brown as they get ready for an exclusive interview regarding Zombie McMorris’s match at Ultimate Showdown. Hank Brown is wearing a charcoal grey suit with a black and white striped tie. He sits across from ZMAC with the camera just over his shoulder. ZMAC is wearing his normal attire, Motorhead T-shit, ripped jeans and leather jacket. He has the WCF Internet title draped over one of his shoulder and a WCF world title laying across his lap, complete with acid imprint of his lips. *
Hank Brown: ZMAC, welcome. I know that you have taken a long, painful and interesting journey to get back here at the Ultimate Showdown. This is your second Ultimate Showdown match and your third opportunity to capture the WCF world title. Your first being the Ultimate Showdown in 2014 and your tag team match with ICE Beckman in 2015. Now in 2016 you are looking to be the odds on favorite to finally capture the WCF world title. Any thoughts?
* ZMAC nods as he looks down and away at the back of his hand that is now sporting that chrono-dial given to him by Bonnie Blue. *
ZMAC: My thoughts are that it is about time. I have been the face of an entire division and now I’m going to become the WCF world champion. There is no chance, it is not a roll of the dice, it is just a matter of fact. I am going to be the WCF world champion. You mention my journey in WCF and the few opportunities that I’ve gotten to become champion and now I’m facing the odds on favorite to win. It makes everyone sick that this is what perseverance looks like. This is what skill and talent look like. All of that pays off and I.. I have lost more than what a lot of people know.
* ZMAC stares longingly at the chrono-dial on his hand. *
ZMAC: But it’s not about what I’ve lost, it’s about what I’ve gained and what I will gain this Sunday.
Hank: Are you worried that people are going to see your efforts as a effort of desperation.
ZMAC: Desperation? It’s called dominance. It’s called going out here, day after day and being the champion. Not one of them have done that. They’re facing the bitter truth of the matter and it would be easy to hide behind that fact that anyone could say that this is desperation. This is what a champion looks like. If you were world champion and you could go out there and destroy your opponents every time you opened your mouth like me, you would do it all the time. It is not grasping at straws when I tell the world what I’ve been telling it for the past week.
Hank: Are you worried that you might net the hardcore title as a result of your confidence?
ZMAC: Not at all but if I did, I would be a three time hardcore champion inside of a year and be the only contender for Hardcore champion of the year. Take that with my Internet title and you have that award but lets look at the world title. I have World title staring me in the face like passed out hooker ripe for the taking. Sunday night, I take it. It is the most meaningful world title win of the last two years. It goes to the most deserving talent on the roster in the last five. That is world title champion of the year and wrestler of the year. Either way, I’m literally having thee greatest year of anyone in WCF. Anyone who thinks I’m boxing myself in are literally short changing themselves because if they think that they only need one showing because they’re THAT confident, their delusional. If they think they can show up with the best damn three promos this side of a Biohazard mailbox pregnancy promo, then they need to quit right the fuck now. It’s going to be a shame when some dude who thinks that he has it all, with his pretty package, only to get an AXE WOUND and a three count then be forced to take home a title belt that they clearly don’t want. I’ll tell you, Chambers better just do himself a favor and do his best to keep that belt.
Hank: What about WCF world title belt on your lap?
ZMAC: This right here this is the championship of a very famous world champion. See, why all of WCF was busy tring to figure out how to counter ol’ Z and it took them over a week to even get out with a little film crew and make some school yard arts and crafts film of the silent majority of WCF, callin ZMAC a has been and never was. The collective dudes whose combined careers cant even begin to match mine know that, for a fact. This belt right here in hand, laying across my thick is Corey Blacks. Rather, ONE of Corey Blacks. It is one of Corey Blacks many and my first of many.
Hank: How, why? Why do you have that? Did you steal that? Why not steal Slanes title?
ZMAC: How? I went into WCF headquarters and I took it. Because Corey Black is who he is, a couple of his belts are on display. This is one of those belts. And I have it, one, because I am going to make the WCF championship great again. Two, I’m going to make WCF great again. Third, from A to Zed, I’m going to run through every limp dick mother fucker on the roster who thinks that they can stop me. My dirty, disgusting, rotten, diseased, burnt up lips have scared this title belt. I have marked it and it is mine now. Corey Black is the sword and the shield of WCF. He is the ultimate Standard in this company. Well, standards like rules, were meant to be broken. It is time that the WCF stops looking to guys that all claim to be THEE guy, even when that guy – ahem, like my opponents this week – are the guy. You think any of these guys can step up to any of the greats; not a fucking one. WCF used to be great. Now its just Stuart Slane, Thomas Bates, Chambers and Aline rubbin their junk together, hoping that something will catch fire.
* ZMAC shakes his head. *
ZMAC: Its just not going to happen. I’m not going to steal Stuart Slane’s world title just so that I can make it look better. NO, I’m not about that. I’m going to reach back into history as I make history this week and absolutely solidify my position within WCF as one of the greatest champions in not only history but the present and future as well. Where are these dudes at? I’m four promos into killin these fools and they still haven’t stepped up. The one dude that did, Bishop, all but conceded defeat to yours truly. I’m not here to make Bishop, Gemini, Blaze or Slane look good. That’s not my job. All these cats in this match have a severe image problem I don’t have that. I don’t cast a reflection. I cast a shadow. I cast a shadow because everyone in this match is going to have to suck my dick before they even hope to think about breaking my balls. I ask you Hank, which one of them is going to step up and do that? This belt right here is about as close as guys like Corey Black will ever get to carrying my jock. So Black and Slane and everyone else, better get used to seeing this cuz they’re going to be seeing it for a long time.
Hank: Well I think we both know that your opponents will not take this lying down.
ZMAC: But they will take it. Lying down, belt over, a Mississippi sleigh ride; they are getting deep dick sixed. Guys like Chambers only run their mouths because they been fightin dudes that cant step up. Chambers talks about perfection but in order for there to be perfection, there has to be imperfection. Just like for there to be good, there must exist evil. In and of himself, Chambers openly admits that he is not perfect because such a thing cannot exist without its opposite. Me on the other hand, I’m not perfect. I’m free. I’m a free thinker, free man and more importantly, I’m the next WCF world champion.
Hank: What about Bates?
ZMAC: Yah Hank. What about Bates? I’ll tell you about Bates. Bates is a fucking moron. A seven foot tall, four hundred pound, hole in the head. Thomas Bates will cling to his one random world title shot but do you know something about Bates, he only worlds as a face. He only works when hes being the good guy and the underdog. The only problem is that, I’m putting that dog under the porch and then finally under the ground. That’s why Bates has an absolute shit record. That’s why he’s like fifteen and eighteen. I’ll tell you something else about Bates. He can only really say something when he’s just rehashing what someone said about him. And that’s the thing, with four promos for him to look through on the T.V., dudes going crazy, scooting his ass along the carpet because ZMACs promos give him worms. That dude is shooting parasites out his wrektum because for the last week, ZMAC has done nothing but feed him poison, him and everyone else in this match. Just picture Thomas Bates scootin his bubbah gump ass, all greased up in Crisco, draggin that pimple ass across the shag carpet, leaving a slug trail of shit and broken dreams. A Brown steak, to mark the occasion that he and everyone ese has to admit to themselves once and for all that Zombie McMorris is the very best talent in this company.period. print it.ship it. Enjoy it. Nut off to it. It’s money. I’m money, I’ve always been money. There is no one in the match that has sold more tickets than me. There is no one in this match that has had more ring time than me. There is no one in this match with a brighter future, than me.
This belt in my lap represents what was great about this company. WAS great. After Sunday night when the plate reads’ Zombie McMorris’, it WILL be great once again. Because I can tell you right now, it is not great under the waist of Stuart Slane. Truthfully, it wouldn’t be great around anyones waist in WCF except for mine. If anyone were to, they would be lying about it or they would be talking about gimmicks. Teddy Blaze is great because he doesn’t have to defend his title; someone does that for him. The people, the masses protect Teddy Blaze and they will do so in this match. If we’re being honest, and I’m always honest; nothing will protect Teddy Blaze from me in the middle of that ring on Sunday. Him, Alpine, Gem, Slane, we’re old foes. Infact, just about everyone in this match is an old foe. Everyone in this match has detailed knowlage about my in-ring ability and I have knowlage about them. That is why I have struck first. That is why I set the pace. That is why I continue to show up and strike them down with damning effectiveness. It is because I have detailed intimate knowledge on their wrestling prowess – rather the lack there of and I am not impressed. I am not impressed or worried about my chances in this match. If any of them could or would be a champion, where are they? No one has shown up to refute Zombie McMorris. They will just try and downplay a week on dominance as if it was some sort of fluke. Yet no one in this match can boast about similarities in their career to mine.
Brent Alpines career will be mired by our interactions in the past. He is a man known as a quitter and a complainer. Its that simple. He has emilimated himself as Champion. Nathan Chambers lacks the pride in this company to be world champion.WCF does not need a champion that’s going to rename the belt off of his own insurities. Because what is perfect today will not be perfect on Sunday. If Nathan Chambers does anything besides WIN the match and become WCF World champion, then he is a loser and no longer perfect. Now Hank, I may not have invented mathematics but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Nathans chances in this match are poor to frighteningly bad. Like ZMAC stomping out a small child at a birthday party, bad. And that’s really what this is. Chambers will make it seem like this his day and boast and be that condescending prick that he thinks he is. He’ll have his ballons and bouncy house and all them guests. He’ll invite Slane and Alpine and everyone else but not ol’ Z, because he knows. So while he’s trying to enjoy this party and he’s waiting on his gift, here comes Zombie McMorris, the pale rider on his huffy. I’ll be zig zagging my way through that party like I was Jam Willy parting the red sea and dressed like John Wayne Gacy; only funnier. Except there is nothing funny about what I’m going to do guys like Chambers and Alpine who think that this is there time to shine and step up take whats their. Let me tell you something, ok; the only way they could step up in this match is because my foot is shoved so far up their ass that I dragged them up there on my way to history.
Hank: You’ve mentioned history quiet a lot throughout the week.
ZMAC: I have. I have because like everything else other people don’t want to admit, it’s true. From holding another title to retaining to gaining the world to just even competing in this match, I am doing things just about all of these guys will never do. That is something that they cannot talk around. I’m going to be a grandslam champion, I’m going to be the world champion and if anyone had a counter argument for that, they would have said that. Instead, all we have is Kevin Bishop praising me for the work that I’be done because at least he can come out and say that Zombie McMorris is holding it down like a true champion. I mean, we’re here at the Gample Pavilion at UCONN for a fan access and I’m the only one here. We’re doing a meet and greet, trying to actually sell out the Izod Center that’s only a couple hours away from here and I am the only one that showed up. Wheres Slane?
Hank: He’s not here.
ZMAC: How about Bates, Chamber or Alpine?
Hank: None of them are here. They all declined to come. They couldn’t make it.
ZMAC: Couldn’t.fucking.make.it. That is exactly what I’m talking about. The Pavilion holds about ten thousand people and Izod holds nearly twenty. This isn’t the lottery; you don’t start playing when you reach some magic number. This is all or nothing. These ten thousand people at UCONN mean something, they could travel to Jersey and help sell out the show but maybe that’s not important enough to the other guys in the match. Maybe ten thousand is beneath them. Its fucking pathetic.
Hank: Well, what are you going to do about it?
ZMAC: I’m going to go out there and give them what they want. The Pale Rider is here in UCONN and he gone fuck all the Women Huskies. But first, I’m going to go to that ring and give the people what they want. A real champion. The only true champion.
Hank: Well Z, it was good to have you here.
* Hank and ZMAC dab it up and lock that shit down like brothers because Hank has been there since day one as we fade to black. ZMAC gets up and leaves the greenroom. Walking down the hall he can hear the people out in the area, cheering and getting into a fan access match with some local indie talents Seth uses to promote local events by giving those local wrestlers a change to preform on a bigger stage. A hundred dollar pay off and there you go. The fans are enjoying the match but are unaware that ZMAC is about to hit the ring.
“ Killed By Death” Hits the PA system as ZMAC struts out onto the staging with the WCF Internet title in one hand and the WCF World title hanging down in the other. The fans pop and cheer, not expecting to see the Coked Up Mad Man during the middle of the indie match. ZMAC struts to the ring with a sneer on his lips as he nods to the men as a sign to get the fuck out of his ring. The men clear the ring as ZMAC scales the turnbuckle and plays to the crowd, holding the titles high in the air before leaping off and landing in the ring. ZMAC walks over to the ref who gets his microphone before leaving ZMAC to do his thing. *
ZMAC: UCONN, how you doin?
The Crowd: ZMAC! ZMAC! ZMAC!
ZMAC: Yah, dats what the Honey Badger thought. Honey Badger is killin’ and Thrillin’, too. Funny thing is, I’m the only one. We’re suppose to be here supporting and promoting The Ultimate Showdown, trying to get the east coast to riot up in this bitch and bring WCF back to where it was. But clearly these cats up in the match for the WCF WORLD TITLE can’t be bothered to be here and do just that. Each of these men want to be WCF world champion but not one of them got time for THE DUB. Now ya’ll might be sayin:
“But ol’ Z they got two weeks.”
Two weeks nothin’, if you aint the World champ and you aint ever been the world champ and you wanna be the world champ, then I’m sure you got a lot to say about the matter but I guess that just aint so with these other boys up in the match. They’re too worried about what ol’ Z is brining to the table; now aint that the truth. If in seven days you cant bring yourself to spit a sentence about how you want or should be world champion, then it seems as though you aint got what it takes to be world champion but that’s just the Pale Riders conclusion about the dudes up in this match with me come Sunday.
With seven days gone, not even the world champion can come up with reasons why he deserves to be the world champion. How about that Vanilla Pudding underdog Thomas Bates; I doubt he even got through my second promo. He’s probably out at a CVS right now trying to buy out the back to school supplies. And tell you what, Bates, while you’re there just head down the isle and get some construction paper and glitter glue and create for yourself a sound rational fucking thought. Maybe then your mom will finally have something to hang on the fridge after all these years. Don’t try and jot this shit down because this isn’t repeatable and Zombie McMorris is not re-creatable. Better people than you have tried. Speaking of Bates; I haven’t heard from Gemini.
* ZMAC holds up the Internet title. *
ZMAC: Except for this. Gemini quickly realized that I’m taking the gold and he himself is not entirely sure of his own spot or ability. Gemini Battle cannot hold a candle to Zombie McMorris on this mic or in this ring so why not take that belt before Danny Anderson kills him for it. But I’mma tell you something, Danny Anderson is going to kill Gemini Battle for that belt just like I’m going to kill everyone for this..
* ZMAC holds up the world title and kisses it again; leaving another acidic imprint of his lips on the faceplate. *
ZMAC: Seven days of silence and I am sure that there will be seven more. The Ultimate Showdown is not about them becoming world champion, it is about WCF gaining a true leader. In six days I am going to step into that ring and claim my ultimate destiny and there is no one in this match who is going to stop me. I have dominated my way through the Internet division, a division where you actually have to defend. I did not get voted in, I did not beat a scrub tag team as is the classic method in WCF who has history of ill-fated and shitty tag teams. I didn’t beat scrubs off the street every week and I didn’t get my hand held into keeping that hardcore strap. Let me tell you what this is all about. Its about KILL.ZMAC.KILL. Its about me going into this match and bitch slapping all of these mother fuckers into reality. Hitting curb stomp after curb stomp and dove killah after dove killah. I am going to eliminate everyone in this match by myself; even Bishop isn’t safe and he knows he’s not safe but that isn’t going to save him from the Pale Rider as he ascends to the top of the mountains. Even now, I’m coming up with things left and fucking right like the true south paw that I am. So if these mother fuckers out there ain’t going to do it, then I’m going to do it. I’m setting up shop at the top of that mountain and I’m just begging one of them to fire off and attempt to take me down because if you think these attacks weren’t bad enough, just wait till one of your limp dick assholes says something s—s-stah-stupid. We’re rolling into a landmark even and none of them got shit to say because ZMAC done said it all. July thirty-first is a day to watch because that is the day that the WCF landscape will change. That is the day that Zombie McMorris becomes WCF world champion and there is only one man in that back room who has the ability to stop me.
* ZMAC walks up to and leans over the top rope. *
ZMAC: Corey Black, how you doin’?
#Micdrop
ZMAC: Now hit that music.
