fuccbois,fratboys, and bitches: trickrtreat pt1
Oct 30, 2016 12:00:39 GMT -5
Eric Price, 6ix God, and 3 more like this
Post by jasoncash on Oct 30, 2016 12:00:39 GMT -5
Thwak!Buzzz!.....
Jason Cash, our hillbilly hero sat on that old couch. Once upon a time, it might have been yellow. Now it was a dirty brown color. He had a beer in his hand. He was shirtless and had his trios title thrown over his shoulder. The smoke from a cigarette that should have been ashed a while ago fluttered through the dim moonlight that illuminated the room.
"Well slap me, fuck me, and call me Sally. You did it, you son of a bitch. The great Zombie McMorris finally got that win over Zero Tolerance. Want a fucking cookie? I'd give you one but you'd have to watch out for Lilith. Shell suck a dick for some cookies..much like ZMac has done many times for whatever drug he wanted at the time. All that said..You got lucky, son. I know...I know...But this time? Fuck man...I beat your ass all over that ring....And if the great Danny Anderson didnt pull me out, you don't win. You go back to tell Pantheon that you lost....again. And what would they do? Probably quit...again like before. Of course Ill get to all that in a bit. Right now I want you to relish in that win. You wont be getting another.
Hell is upon us. And by that I mean the storied Hellimination match. The very foundation of Wssf at stake. Ha! Do you really think we give a fuck about wssf? We don't. Hell..Ill let you in on a little secret. We didnt want to be in the fucking thing. No..not because we're scared..which im sure you'd love to think. We simply don't play well with others. Why would we team with someone who doesn't want wssf to fall? See..we're the type of guys who just like to watch the world burn. Our goal was to take wssf apart anyway. Why stop it? But then Pantheon had to go and fuck that up. You had to go and run your little cock suckers. Flapping your cum catchers about how the roster is weak and how you'll run roughshod all over everybody. And I had to stop and think. A question popped into my mind. Why come back at all? Huh? You quit. Lets get that straight right now. Yall quit. Logan made you look like a bunch of fucking retards and yall quit. And then...suddenly..You guys like Dion Nuke Rat...who lives in a gym he's about to lose because he doesn't win a whole lot...and then you want to come back? Sounds like yall are a bunch of walking..talking abortions who dont like to fight to me. I mean..How am I..or anybody else supposed to take you seriously? Yer a bunch of fucking quiters. Why should we prepare for a war YOU promised was coming when there is a high likelihood of you quitting and running away like the bitches you are? Im looking at you Jared. The only mother fucker in Pantheon who knows his guys can't win without him saving their asses. That's something aint it? These guys think they're the baddest shit walking when one of their own has to save them all the fucking time. It's really sad to see . Here's the difference between us..and you. You are a bunch of fuck sticks who should have been aborted. Each thinking they're the best ever...Us? Fuck I dont think Im better than Shep or J. We back each other..set goals. Yall? Hell yall are a sinking ship. All we gotta do is sit back and watch it sink. For fucks sake you have Joey Flash. That son of a bitch has never been part of a successful stable. Sure dude is a great talent. Son of a bitch wouldn't have the record he has if he wasn't... But there must be something, right? Could it be just....laziness? I mean..the simple fact that this lazy peice of shit is part of Pantheon says its gonna fuckin fall. History does repeat itself.
No..Our problem is the rest of the roaches. Roaches? Shouldn't call them roaches. Roaches aren't quitters. Those fucking things never go away. They're always there .forever. Pantheon? Well..Pantheon are quitters. They've done it before when Logan made them his bitch those few months ago. And he did. There's no doubt about that. And then? Well then they all up and left. Used the excuse that Seth got drunk and fired them. Lets be real though..That shit matches up. That means you fuckers quit when you lost..And by the looks of it..Yer gonna be quitting again. That's what quitters do. Doesn't matter how many collective titles you cum stains on the world have....Youre all quitters.....Good luck with that shit. Me? Us? ZT? We don't quit till the job is done. We wont quit till wssf is ours. You fucks are just a speed bump on the road to that. Yall wont see it though...Cause yer gonna quit after Hellimination anyway. You wont see ZT in all its glory..standjng before a burning wsssf...holding all the gold... And there aint shit yall can do about it...."
Thwak! Buzzz.....
Ahh..Halloween. My favorite time of year. It's the time when the could, goblins, and other monsters could roam free in this world It's a time of fun, games, and drink..lots of drink. Some would say its simply a holiday made by the candy companies, but lets be real here. Weird shit happens around Halloween. It's also Jason Cash's favorite holiday, which would explain his excitement as he damn near skipped up Salem's from steps with three bags in his hand, and a wild looks in his eyes.
It was dusk. The sun was starting to set, creating those links and purples that everyone seems to love. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, which didnt exactly help the dropping temperatures.
"Shep!"
There was no answer. So Cash called again. And there was no answer. Finally, not being able to contain his excitement, he opened the door, throwing it aside after damn near ripping it off the hinges.
"Claire, if ya aint decent, Im comin in anyway. Put the kitty away.", Jason said with a laugh as he walked in. He stopped in his tracks though when he felt the floor shake. "Big Ugly!", Cash yelled. Somehow he'd known that Jaymz was in the house. This could have been from the fact that the house was shaking. Of course this didnt bother our hillbilly hero. It should have. Jaymz was nothing or no one to play with. He was basically the most dangerous son of a bitch walking at any given time.
Jason made his way to the kitchen. Sitting there at the counter with his long black coat basically dragging the ground and a cigarette in his mouth that should have been ashed a while ago, sat Jaymz. He was a massive man. Scars covered his face..from his forehead to the eye sockets that held his now black eyes. The house began to shake more as Jason stepped into the large kitchen.
"Cash.", Jaymz muttered in a voice too deep to come from any mortal man or woman.
"Cash!"
The house started shaking more. "Big Ugly. How are ya? You seen Shep?", Jason asked. The rumbling of the house began to was up as Jason looked in the fridge. No beer. Shep wasn't exactly a drinker. Jason did not like this. So he looked back at Jaymz, who had veins sticking out of his neck. "You seen Shep?", Jason asked. Jaymz took a draw from the cancer stick and nodded. "Yup. He's in the other room. Thinks he's a pumpkin.", Jaymz said. Jason's eyes grew wide before he doubled over laughing. "Thanks he's a punkin, huh? I got see this mess.", Jason said.
He walked past Jaymz into what would normally be called a den. It was dark in the room. The thick curtains were pulled over the windows. The only light came from the kitchen. It took a moment for Jason's eyes to adjust to the darkness. But when they did, he saw a shape in the corner of the room. "Shep", Cash asked. There was no answer. "Shep. I see you over there in that corner."
"I am not Salem Shepard. I am the great pumpkin"
Cash's eyes grew wide. As did his smirk. He couldn't believe this was happening again. "Whaddya mean yer a great punkin", Cash asked. There was a bit of movement. "I was watching that cartoon. They said I was the great pumpkin and I can't leave.", Shep answered. Cash hid a laugh, not very wellhowever. "Shep you aint to damn punkin. You a man.", our hillbilly hero told his ZT brother. Shep could only shake his head. "Nope. Lucy said I was the great punkin. Said I cant leave the house or my head gonna fall off. I'm a sad pumpkin today", Shep answered in a rather sad voice
It was about that time when the house began to shake. "Good news. I'm not a pumpkin anymore", Salem said, getting up from his ball in the corner. Cash looked around. Usually, they had to talk to Shep for a while before he realized that he wasn’t some random object they thought he was. Salem didn’t understand it either. One minute he was a pumkin. He felt the carved face. He felt the candle like fire burning in his head. And the next? Well.. The next he didn’t feel like a pumpkin at all. He felt human again, or atleast as human as he normally felt.
"what up, homie? Whats in the bags?"
Cash grinned a wide grin. "We goin trick are treatin!"
Thwak! Buzz!
Jason Cash sat there, still on that old, rotting couch. He was shirtless and still had that trios title thrown across his shoulder.
"Look at you, Pantheon. A group of the most successful men this company has ever seen. Each on could be a wssf hall of famer. The question is.... Will you be? I'm not sure Seth lets quitters into the hall of fame. Why would he? Might just make that son of a bitch look worse as an owner if he let a couple of quitters in his hall of fame. I mean.. You guys are good and all. Most of you is a former world champion. Most of you have held other titles as well....Fuck..Jay Price has held every fucking title the place has to offer. He's also lost every title the place has to offer. You wont hear him talking about that, though.... You'll hear that sumbitch running his mouth about winning them all though... And his dick. That dude is obsessed with his dick.. Or dick in general....So much so..That I'm starting to question his place in Pantheon. Maybe I was wrong about ZMac... Maybe he isnt the groups little cock sucker... maybe Jayson Price is. I mean.. He IS obsessed with the dick... He's like a teenage girl with it. Obsessed with it. Dreaming about it. Always wanting to touch it. Kinda weird if you ask me.
Fuccboi..Fuccboi...Fuccboi. That’s all I or anyone else hears form you. It's fuccboi this..fuccboi that. Great trolling stuff. It's actually pretty funny... Hell I'm not one to downplay a good joke when I hear one. You guys are the ultimate trolls. Zombie McMorris being the best of the bunch. Speaking of good jokes.. Have you heard the one about Pantheon? Yea apparently they thought they could get over on what they thought was a weak roster because they're lazy fucking bitches like that.. And then they got kicked in the balls and slapped in the face. That’s just what happens when you over estimate what you can do in the ring and underestimate your opponents.
Now I know that I'm not one to talk about wrestling. I don’t wrestle. I fight. I don’t get in there and do them flips and tricks. YOu wont see me doing those moves that David Sanchezdoes when he cups your balls in his hands, licks your neck exactly three times, kisses your cheeks and whispers I love you in your ear while softly biting at it. Nah.. That aint my style. My style is to just go in there and start swinging....Putting boots to asses and what not. That’s my style. Not exactly what they call technical. But does that really matter? I've beaten the holy hell out of some very technical wrestlers.... As have Shep and J. As has At...Erik Price...Kaine...
It's actually laughable that you idiots think you're gonna sweep this thing. You have Zombie Fucking McMorris. The coked up madman. He's what...one and three against ZT? Mother fucker runs away when he sees Crazy J coming. Hell..Give him a cookie laced with Acid and he's done. Easy elimination there. And Jay Price? Dude has a plate in his head. His ass is already injured..Bring a fucking magnet and he's done. But of course they'll all come back with hashtag fuccboi..because...frat boy logic. I'll just leave that there. Frat boy logic. "I can beat you cause I beat someone else you've never heard of". Fucking great. Yall gone get that ass whooped.
Thwak! Buzz!!!.....
We rejoin our hero's just as Salem Shepard stepped out of the bathroom in his Halloween costume. And what was he going as? Why Joey Flash of course. His costume was amazing to say the least. It was made entirely of rubber. The head of the dick costume was also very versatile as it could be used as an umbrella. Yes, Salem Shepard was dressed like an actual dick. A white one atleast. Jason Cash wasn't gonna buy a black dick costume. It was against his religion or something.
Jason started laughing. He simply couldn't contain himself. Here, standing right in front of him, was Salem Shepard is a dick costume. It was a very realistic costume. There were veins and everything. This was a blue veined throbber here and Salems face stuck out around the middle. "Holy sheep shit", Jason said with a laugh. "Sumbitch fits!". Salem nodded, waved his arms and legs, tested his movement. The costume, while big, didnt hinder Salems movement at all. "Im Joey Flash!", Salem laughed. Jason nodded his head in agreement. "Yup...Just a fuckin dick.", Jason added.
And so Jason grabbed his bag and walked into that same bathroom. He was in there for quite some time. Enough time for Salem to check on him actually. "You fuckin fall in?", Salem asked. The door opened, and what walked put of that bathroom made Salem Shepard question his very existence. There, standing before Salem Shepard, was the hairiest..most disgusting asshole he'd ever seen. Jason's face was where the taint would be. There were dingleberries hanging for the asshole. There was even toilet paper stuck there. Salem cracked up, while Jason stretch. "David Sanchez?", Shep asked. Jason shook his head. "This'd be a gapin asshole if it was that fuckin wetback.", Jason started. "Im Jared Holmes. The six god. He gets it up the ass..but not like that sumbitchin wetback does.", Jason added. "Lets go get J", Salem said after noticing the third bag.
It wasn't long when the two bounded up the steps to Crazy Js house. It was night time now. The cold had set in. One could see his breathe. Crazy J must have heard them coming because the from door was already open and the man himself was standing in the doorway. "the fuck yall spossed to be?", Crazy J laughed. "I’m Joey Flash", Salem answered. "And I'm Jared Holmes", Said Cash. J mulled over their answers. "But you're a dick and an asshole.", J said flatly. His guests nodded. "Uh...Yea..thats the fuckin point.", Cash answered. "We got one fer you yer ass too.", Cash added as he handed Crazy J the bag. "We goin trick are treatin!', Cash told Crazy J
J took the bag into the house. For whatever reason, his guests stayed outside. Finally, a figure came to the door. It was a big man with a leather jacket on, what appeared to be a wig that was notted up where there was actually hair and white crusty lips. "Zombie Necurat!", Salem yelled. Cash had rememberd something that he'd seen on what he calls the twatter. "YOLO! YOu only live outside!", Cash said before doubling over in laughter. He'd done the same when he'd first seen the picture. "Yall ready?", Jason asked after he finally gained his composure. All three nodded and bound off the steps.
Scene begis to fade out.
BUZZ! Thwak!
The camera fades in to our hillbilly hero Jason Cash sitting on the back of his truck. He still wore no shirt and had his trios title thrown over his right shoulder. A cancer stick hung from a mouth that was hidden under a black cowbosy hat.
" David Sanchez. The fucking wetback of wssf. I'm gonna start calling you wetback willy. I know you aint no wetback. I don’t care either. What I do care about is how you have some kind of need..or want to get as close to other men's nut sacks are you can. I know you arent understanding me. Your kind never does. What I'm trying to say is that your style of wrestling...It's kinda gay. The technical style of course. It's just gay as fuck. Instead of just fighting..You wanna cup my balls an shit. Freaks me the fuck out to tell you the truth. No matter...All that shit goes right out the fuckin window when you get punched in the teeth.
Now..Yer a funny guy and a great video producer. That little movie you put out there with a fake Jason Cash as mother mary? That was awesome. I love good jokes. I'm willing to laugh at myself. Sign of a real man....He can laugh at himself. But can you? Nah.. NOt a fucking chance. You're too fuckin serious. Kinda makes me want to paint my face like that movie and just ask you..Why so..serious?!?!?! I'm sure that would freak you the fuck out. A clown faced cowboy? That’s the shit of nightmares right there. Then I would take my time beating the holy hell out of you..All the while you're just trying to cup my balls and lick my neck as your wrestling style warrants.
Heres what I just cant get. You thinking your good, right? No...You KNOW you're good, right? Then why follow Jared? Hmm? Why follow that clown? And you do follow him. You may not have ever noticed it... But you do. You're the low man on the totem pole over there.. Not as low as ZMac..but the next rung up. Hell you ALL follow him. And I'm not even making that shit up. He actually said that he leads all of you. My question is....Why? Why follow a man you obviously think you're better than? I'll never get that. I wont. Why? Because ZT doesn’t have leaders. Pantheon? Jared Holmes is your leader. He's said so himself. I guess I just don’t get how you can stuff so many egos down everyone throat and expect everything to be hunky dory and just...swell. The truth is that it just cant...It simply cant. There is no way it can. I said, at one point, that Pantheon was nothing more than a sinking ship. All we have to do is that mother fucker sink. You really wanna be on that boat when it sinks? HA! Of course you do! Of fucking course your do. They got your wetback ass over here, right? Right. So you fucking owe them. That’s the only reason I can think of. Other than the fact that you're nothing more than a simple minded follower. No matter how smart you think yourself. No matter how good you think yourself. No matter how accomplished you think yourself. You're still just a simple minded follower. Thats all you are. That’s all you'll ever be... Just a simple follower of other men.. Men you thinkyou're better than but are too fucking lazy to branch out from.
it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters to me is helloween. At Helloween.. Your ass is grass and I'm the fucking goat.. And by that...I mean that I'm gonna fuckin eat you alive. You can try and fight. You can try and do those little moves where you cup your opponents balls, rub em a little bit, kiss the neck.. All that... But I'm just gonna shove my fuckin foot up your ass and make you dance. That’s what I do. I drink. I sleep. I kick ass. YOu? Hell you drink, You eat. You follow Jared Around like a fucking puppy dog. And you cup nut sacks with the palm of your hands. Great fuckin job Wetback willy.
I know yall think you already got this sumbitch won. I know yall do. But that’s why they play the game, right? To actually see what happens? This shit aint won on the twatter. It aint won with yall flappin yer cum catchers. It's won in that ring. And in that ring? We already got two sumbitches that have taken Pantheon out before. The rest of us? We're good enough to do that shit too. And you gonna see that Wetback...I'll make sure of that."
Cash ashed the cigarette.
Scene started to fade
Buzz! Thwak! The tv went to static.
Albert and Clarissa Livingston had living in Bloomfield Hills for nearly thirty years. Albert had retired from the Ford plant many years ago and had sat down to what once was a quiet life in the area. Albert was competely bald with increasingly big ears, and a grey mustache. He was eighty years old. Clarissa was a very young seventy five with also a grey mustache. She was over weight. They were also hoarders. There was stuff everywhere in their house. Clarissa just didn’t like throwing things away. It didnt matter if it was garbage or just old things. Nothing left that cluttered house.
The two were settiled in front of their tv, with their tv dinners..ready to watch Jeopardy. It was Clarissa's favorite show. But they werent going to be able to do that. Why? Well..there was a knock on the door. "Who could that be?", Clarrissa muttered. Albert shrugged his shoulders. "At his hour? It's nearly bed time.", He answered.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Clarissa put her plastic spork down and went to the door. What she saw shocked her. "Honey! I think you should come and look at this.", She called to her loving husband. Grumbling, Albert managed to get out of his old chair. He walked to the door.
"What the hell"?
There, with huge smiles on their faces, stood a dick, an asshole, and a homeless madman. Yes, these were our heros. Crazy J was the first to speak. "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don’t, I don’t care, I choke you with your underwear!", J said with a smile. There was no laughter between the three Zero Tolerance members. They each put their plastic grocery bags out, expecting candy.
"Well I never!", yelled Clarissa. Cash snickered to himself. "Yer prolly never gone have the sumbitchin chance neither!", Cash laughed. Now, Albert, who had been standing there with a blank look in his eyes, could take no more. "You three have ruined this neighborhood!", Albert said in a scruffy voice. Our three heros laughed at the angry little old man. Clarissa, who was staring at Shep, finally spoke. "What are you supposed to be?", She asked. Shep answered immediately and with a big grin, "I'm Joey Flash!". "is that was they're calling penises these days?", She asked. Shep cocked his head to the side as far as he could. "I'm not sure what a penis is...but Joey Flash is a dick if thats what you mean.", He said to her. Clarissa Livingston was quite appalled. Her eye balls stuck out of her head. Her jaw dropped. Albert didnt like the word dick. "You should go wash your mouth out, young man!", Albert told Salem, who only grinned. "Look here. We trick are treatin. Yall got some damn candy are what?", Jason, who wore an asshole costume asked. Amber turned his nose up, as did Clarissa. They slammed the door.
"I reckon they just too high strung.", Jason said as the three stepped off the porch of the large blue home.
James and Charlotte Peer were a mid fifties couple who lved on a large brick house right across the street from the Livingstons. James had retired from the Marine Copres about ten years ago. He was a big man. He stood about six foot three and weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. He was fifty five. Charlotte was much shorter, standing only about five feet and weighed just as much. They're moved to Bloomfield Hills after James retired. It was a very quiet neighborhood then. Now? Not so much. They were just taking the dishes into the kitchen to be washed when..
Knock knock knock.
Not usually having guest come around after dinner, both of them walked to the door. James opened it. Before him stood a homeless guy, a giant dick and a giant asshole. It was our three heroes.
"Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you don't. I dont care. I drag your body everywhere.", sang Salem Shepard. James' eyes grew wide. "You'll do what?", James said as he pushed his wife to the side. His face was red. It even showed through his grey beard. Crazy J, who was never exactly stable, pushed the old man back. "You heard him mother fucker. We'll drag your body everywhere.", Crazy J, who was dressed as a homeless crack head (ZMac) said. James stumbled back and fell. Charlotte did as well, though nobody touched her. Jason, who had been quiet the whole time, which was very out of character for him, slowly inzippied his jeans. Salem and Crazy J had stepped off the porch when Jason started peeing on the old couple. When he was done, he joined our other two heroes.
Scene began to fade.
Thwak! Buzz! Tv static
The camera zooms put and we see Jason Cash still siting on his trucks tailgate, beer in hand, trios title thrown over his shirtless shoulder. It was dark out. The moon shined down in full, illuminating the grassy landscape.
"It's funny. This trios title? The one we fought for? It's garbage, right? It's nothing...worthless. It's funny that you clowns say that now. But when you get a shot at it? You'll be aiming to win it. It'll be worth something then, right? Of course it will. You guys really crack me up. Everything is worthless to you, yet you'll damn near break yer fuckin dicks to get it. Just goes to show exactly how full of shit each and every one of you actually are. Im lookin at you Johnny Cottontail....er Rabbit. Er..What the fuck is your name again? Rabbid...Thats it...Johnny Rabbid. Just like the game. You know..The retarded bunnies? Im sure you've seen it. That where you got it? Cause you sure decided perty damn quick that you wanted to be a fuckin retard wrestler. That's your schtick, right? Come out, run your mouth, get beat up...Blame it on something else while you drown the world in your sheer stupidity? I mean...Thats what I gather. I dont even claim to be a smart man. I dont read too good after all. But know what I can do? Why I can make you my own personal whipping boy. I can do that shit. See..I bring toughness to the team. Shep and J? Insanity. Twigh and Price? History. Kaine? He brings a ladder. And then I look at Pantheon. Moor is batshit crazy. Holmes is...well..Im pretty sure he's gay. Sanchez is the token wetback. Price brings sexual addiction. Flash bring his ego, and Zmac bring the cock sucking skills of a porn star.. But what do you bring? A long, greasy mullet? I mean...thats looking from the out side. You could bring more cock sucking ability than ZMac. Im not sure..But on the surface? I just see a guy who looks homeless. I half expect to see you on the side of the road with a sign that says will work for food. But I wont give you shit. I'll just yell YOLO! You only live outside! I still laugh at that Lilith post.
And now? Hell now yer saying I should be respecting Doc and Obi on the twatter? The fuck? I get it...Doc may have used to be something great... But I actually havent seen that son of a bitch win a match in the few months we been in wssf. I literally havent seen him win anything. Oblivion either. So why in the actual hell would we EVER pick those two to be on our team? We want to win. We don’t want to lose because we have two of the weakest mother fuckers in wssf fighting on our side. And dont get shit twisted. ZT represents ZT. We don’t represent Wssf. We dont give a shit about wssf. The only reason we're in this fucking thing is because Seth booked us in the match. WE don’t back down from a fight. So don’t get that twisted. It's ZT and three others vs Pantheon. Call us team wssf if you want.. Besides. I'm sure you would have loved to have seen Adam Young, Doc, and Obi on the team. That shit would have been EASY AS FUCK for you guys to win. Now? Fuck now you're facing ZT... A force to be reckoned with since we signed the dotted line, two people who have beaten the holy hell out of yall before... And a midget who has a dildo for a brother.
It actually amazes me. You'd rather fight against guys that are a sure win rather than fight guys who will actually put up a fight. And don’t give me that "We're going to sweep" bullshit. The simple fact that you were looking for those terrible fucks to be in this thing tells me that you guys don’t want a fight. It tells me that you're fucking scared shitless. You were expecting and wanting something weak. You were expecting and wanting an easy as all hell win. Thats the only reason you would ever mention guys like that in this fight. It just goes to prove that you're just another lazy mother fucker in Pantheon, Rabbit. Former world champ or not. You're just another lazy ass hole who's scared to actually fight someone who could beat you... Who could whoop your greasy haired ass all of the sumbitchin arena. And that’s what will be happening, Rabbit. There is no denying that simple fact. You see... Zero Tolerance hit this mother fucker like a wrecking ball. We beat half the roster in under a month. We are the most brutal force this place has seen in years. And now? Now you have to face us. Now YOU have to step in that ring and fight for whatever you have left. And well...I don’t think you can do it. Nobody has really been able to do it so far. Sure Pantheon beat J and myself. Jared saved their asses.. Flash knocked out fucking At....Like that’s a big deal at all. I've beaten the guy myself. So you've done that.... BUT...and there is always a but... BUT you didn’t face true Zero Tolerance... Which would be Shep, J and me. But now you have to. Now you cant stand behind Flash. Now you CANT have Jared come in and turn the numbers game. It's seven on seven. It's Zero tolerance and them versus the Pantheon. It's fighters versus scared little bitches. You, Rabbit, are on the wrong side.... But you knew that the whole time. So a Hellimination... When you get your own ass fed to you with a fucking spoon... I don’t wanna hear you crying about it. I don’t wanna hear you whine about it. I want to see you wash your fucking hair and be a man......Which means you'd have to get rid of all that bitch you have welling up inside of your. Luck done run out, son. Shit it's pants....all that’s left is bitch."
Jason took a drink of his beer
Scene began to fade
Thwak! BUzz! The tv goes to static.
Now, most of the people that lived in the Bloomfield Hills area were older retirees, but there were a few younger people. There were our heroes of course. And then there were the Hendersons. Ben and his wife Hillary were in their early to mid thirties. Ben was an IT Director at a fairly large company. He was a short, nerdy man with brown hair and thick glasses. They were the kind you'd see in the eighties. They were like coke bottles. He was short and over weight. Hillary was a fairly attractive blonde. She was a about foot five. This bitch had curves for days. She was thick in all the right places. The kind you didnt bring home to mamma...The kind you just fucked in the parking lot of whatever fast food joint was close. She was a hottie with a body.
The Henderson's were finishing up dinner and just about to...Well.. She was horny. He was horny. You get the point, right? But then then...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
They didnt answer the door. She was sliding her hand down his pants
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"ugh!", Hillary said as she got up from the couch. What the fuck do you wan?", and she stopped. There, on their large porch, was a giant dick, a giant asshole, and a homeless crack head. "Well hey there beautiful, Jason said with a huge smile on his face. "Lil SHAWTY!", Shep said, showing his yellow teeth. J? Well..Crazy J only stared a hole through her. She didn’t know what to say. She was speachless.
"Who is it baby?", Asked Ben. Hillary waved him over. Ben sighed to himself, tucked his cock into his pants strap, and got up. "What?", He asked before looking out of his door. When he got there, he just didn’t know what to say.
"trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you don’t. I don’t Care. I'll shit on your porch!", Cash sang with a smile. Shep, who was staring at Hillary's titties the entire time, stopped and shook his head. "That don’t ryhme, homie!", He told our hillbilly hero. "Don’t care", Cash answered.
Now, it had taken a while, but Ben finally caught on. These guys were trying to trick or treat, but it wasn’t halloween. "You three... YOu know It's not fucking Halloween, right? Get the fuck out of here.", He said before slamming the door. Jason grinned. "Yall go on. This sumbitch didn’t give us no treats. I'm shittin on his porch.", Cash said. He started to pull down his pants and squatted down. "I'm not trying to see you shit.", J said with a frown. J grabbed Salem, who for some reason, wanted to see this shit, and took him off the porch.
Jason grunted and grunted. "Oh Lord...Who lives in Heaven. Oh little nine pound, three ounce baby Jesus. I pray to yall's asses. Get this turd out my sumbitchin ass!", Jason prayed. And then PLOP. The giant turd landed on the porch. Jason looked over and saw a fake plant, grabbed a leafe and wiped his ass with it. He stuck that leaf on the door and waved goodbye to Ben and Hillary, who were watching out of their window, afraid to do anything about it.
Cash stepped off the porch to find Salem Shepard reaching in his grocery bag. He brought forth a bottle of beer. Cash's eyes grew wide. Had Salem been keeping this secret the entire time? "Here, Cash. Have a beer. You aint you when you sober.", Salem laughed. And Cash drank the beer down as our trio of heroes wandered off into the night.
Meanwhile, In the home of James and Charrlotte Peer, who our heroes had harrassed earlier, a breaking news report flashed across their screen. It was channel three news and Debra deepholeinmysnatch had a special report.
Debra, dressed in her finest black dress, straightened some papers. She then turned to the camera. "This is Debbie Deepholinmysnatch, and I have a special report. There is a menace in the Bloomfield Hills neighborhood. I cant say what they're dressed up as, but you will know them when you see them. They're considered armed and dangerous. If you see them, locked your doors and call the police immediately."
And our scene fades.
BUZZ! Thwak! The tv goes to static.
The camera pans back from a close up shot of Jason Cash's Trios Title. He saton the ground, leaning up against a tree. The sun shined brightly in a cloudless Detroit, Michigan sky. It was truly a beautiful day. Cash was shirtless, even in the colder weather. He wore only jeans and his hat. There was, of course, a beer next to him.
"Jared Holmes. I gotta hand it to you. You sure are a great talker. I cant even imagine one of your grand speaches. You have to be. AFter all, you've managed to wrangle some of the biggest egos this world has ever seen..To follow you. For fucks sake, you even got Corey Black to follow you around like a puppy dog bitch. I never thought I'd see the day when a guy who always saw himself as an alpha male started following your typical frat boy dick head around everywhere he goes. I really didn’t. I never saw that shit coming. Hell Corey was one of the only guys in wssf that I actually respected. He was always upstanding...A true champion. But now? Now he's just another Pantheon cronie who follows you around, Jared.
And that’s due to your crooked tongue, of course. I’m sure listening to you makes them feel like they're listening to Obama for the first time. All those people..Just lost in his voce. Lost in his demeanor...Not really understand that he's just full of shit. So much so that you can damn near see if floating in his eye balls. That’s the way I look at you, Jared. Not so great in the ring... AVerage at best... But an extrermely good talker. A forked tongue like no other. The only problem is that you just decided to completely fuck up your life. You did this when you cost me at War. I was on a roll. I was taking it to your little buddies in a way they'd never thought possible. And then you came around... You were the cause of my being pinned for the very first time in wsssf... for the ONLY time in wssf. You see... that was the only time I've ever actually been pinned here. Quite accomplishment ifyou think about it. I've fought the entire roster and I've only been pinned once....And that was due to your interference. But as I was saying... You then ran the fuck away. Yer ass ran faster than At did in our tag match a few months ago. Hell I didn’t think I'd be able to catch you... But I did... and when I did.. I beat the holy hell out of you for what you did. That right there... Bad decision, son.... Probably the worst fucking mistake you've ever or ever will make. You pissed off a country boy.. And country folks dont forget... Country folks don’t forgive either. We hold grudges for years and years. We get even. And that’s whats happening here, Jared.
See...While you're a big, charismatic talker and what not.... I'm a fighter. You're all show..I"m all go. You run your cock sucker...I kick you in your cock sucker. Get the picture? Get the point? You're a smart man...So I would be correct in saying that you do. Hellimination isnt gonna be nice to you, Jared. You could call it Drake's redemption. I mean..You did try to steal his name. Which has always amazed me really. Why would you steal that douche bags name? Hell you could have went with Ice-T...Or Snoop Dog...Lion..shit stain... Whatever he's calling himself these days. But no... You decided to steal from a fucking guy who wants to be looked at as a real hardcore rap guy..when he's a canadian cunt bag who grew up on that fucking DeGrassi high school show. I mean..for fucks sake the guy is a dork and you wanted to steal his name? I take everything I have said about you, Jared. You arent a smart man..You're an idiot.
I know..I know. I'm supposed to say that the south will rise again.. Like that idiot Doc says....... And I’m pretty sure he's a fucking winder licker. To tell you the truth..I don’t want the south to rise again.... Too many blacks. I know that they're a minority and what not..But for real... Nothin but black down there... And they aint risin fer shit.
Here's the facts, Jared. I know yer bankin on winnin. I know yer bankin on taking us down..Not breaking a sweat...Not even having to try hard. I mean..You're the typical frat boy fuck head after all..Those guys don’t like to try.. But...and there is always that but...BUT You're a sniveling little bastard who can really only get by when he has the bigger numbers. You've managed to make that shit work for a little bit now. You cost me at War....You cost Gem his title... YOu cost us in that six man tag match a week or two ago. But now? Now those numbers are even.. Well..As even as theyr'e gonna get. We do have that fucking midget after all. The truth is that the numbers are even enough to where you don’t get that advantage anymore. You have to stand and fight guys who have spent the last little bit trying to stab in the back. I'm gonna put my boot up your ass, Jared. And I don’t mean that in the figurative way either. You know "I'm gone shove my boot up your ass"...No..I'm actually gonna bend you over, pull down your drawers...and I'm gonna shove my fuckin boot up your ass. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.. But you can take it, Jared. I'm sure you can. And while you're preppin yer asshole for my boot..I want you to look in the mirror. The man you see? That one with the "I just sucked a dick and I'm very proud of myself" grin? That guy looking back at you? He talked up a group of sumbitches and led them to their slaughter... Congrats on that.
Hellimination. It's a very storied match in wsssf.. STable versus ZT and people they were forced to fight with. Whose gonna win? Well..If I'm bettin man? I'd bet team ZT. Yea..I didnt say team wssf. Because we could care less. We'd much rather be fighting this thing on our own. We don't exactly work good with others. We watch our own backs. We count on each other. We KNOW the other members are gonna actually show up. We KNOW we can count on each other. I know that I can't count on Damien Kaine. He's a weakling. He's nothing. Twilight and Price? Dont know..but Id rather know. And while all that is said..I know what ZT is capable of...and that's taking you clowns down a few pegs.
Yall came back to this sumbitch thinkin it was gonna be an easy go. You guys grabbed former champs...made a team..thought hey..we got this shit... Except that you don't. You got nothing. You got exactly dick. Rabbit called us a poison. Said they were here to rid wssf of that poison. I laugh at that. This is a guy who thinks Adam Young deserves respect. Sorry n shit..But I can't respect a guy who acts like he's the biggest shit walkin when his ass hasn't won a single fuckin match since we been here. I've literally never seen that guy win a match. I've seen him get his own ass fed to him every single time though. That's the type of sumbitches you want in wssf? Of course it is...cause every one of yall is scared of competition. Every single one of you. Its sad really. I guess that's what having a huge ego and being full of bitch at the same time gets you. It's "Im the best ever...but I really only want to fight guys who can't fight back." Ha! You sumbitches are in for a treat."
Our hero stopped to take a drink of his beer. As he did so, he stared off into the distance.
"This sumbitch I kinda like Rocky. We the Italian stallion...Yall the black dude..Creed. Yall all champs. Thinkin yall the biggest am baddest... But yall aint hungry no more. That's why yall wanna get rid of any competition. Yall just ain't hungry no more. Yal Aint got the eye of the tiger no more. None of ya. That's why ZMac gets his ass kicked all the time. That's why Corey Black decided to be a follower instead of a leader. That's why Wade Moor hasn't bathed in over a year. Thought I forgot bout you, huh? I aint. I also can't tell the difference between. Bishop, Nuke Rat or Wade Moor. They all dirty as hell. They all got them greasy beards and they all look like they only live outside. That guys in wade over his head. He'd have moor of a chance picking up a turd from the clean end. He's just another follower. I've noticed that he doesn't really run his mouth on the twatter a whole lot. Nope..unless one of his good buds talks first. I can't figure out if its due to him being told he can speak...Or if he's like the bully's buddy. You know the type. Bully says give me your lunch money.. Wade is the midget behind the bully saying Yea. Give us your lunch money! Then the bully geyts his ass kicked and little buddy wade moor runs away crying like a bitch. Hell that's like...half of Psntheon right there. No individuality. Only Jared, and flash are their own men.
And speaking of Flash. Nice to see you again. You know..one of these days that rebel yell I gonna crush your entire body. You wont be able to get up. That'll probably happen at Hellimination. Jared will be in the match so he can't interfere. Now...You consider yourself the greatest ever. You've only lost five matches. That's just..wow. But..you actually lost to Adam Young? I thought that shit was a joke until you confirmed it. I have to wonder how the hell that happened. I said earlier that I haven't seen that guy actually win a match. The fact that you could actually happen just takes away anything positive anybody could ever say about you. You fucking lost to Adam fucking Young and you think you gonna beat ZT? Shit don’t work that way, hoss. You don’t lose to the weakest sumbitch in wssf but then turn around and beat ZT. It just don’t. We in a whole nother league from that sumbitch. I mean..he's just...aweful. He cant cut a promo for shit.. And in the ring? Hell in the ring he's a bumbling fool. I know..I've been in the ring with him. I made him look like a bitch all fucking night. But he beat you, Flash? Fuck...I figured ZMac would be the weak link..but It's fucking YOU. YOU are the weak link at Hellimination for Team Pantheon. YOU are. And that’s fucking amazing cause you supposed to be billy badass over there. You aint.. That much of obvious. You gone be the first to fuckin go, Flash. The first. IN the entire match. YOU will be the first eliminated.
Now...Hellimination is something yall were asking for. Yall put this shit on yourselves. YALL did this. YALL walked right into a fuckin buzz saw. That buzz saw is ZT by the way. WE came into Wssf and said we was the best. We whooped half the roster in under a month. We hit his sumbitch hard and we've done everything we've said we'd do. Now? Now we're sayin that yall are next. And well....We're always right on our promises. Yall are next... Get close to God, sons a bitches..Cause that’s the only way yall gone be saved....And I highly doubt that sumbitch wants a piece of us. Twilight..Price...Midget... Yall better be ready to go... Cause we'll take yalls asses out if ya aint."
Jason turned that fucking beer up with a huge smile. He threw it off camera.
"Whoooooooooo Boy! I’m ready! Yall better damn it be!
Jason Cash, our hillbilly hero sat on that old couch. Once upon a time, it might have been yellow. Now it was a dirty brown color. He had a beer in his hand. He was shirtless and had his trios title thrown over his shoulder. The smoke from a cigarette that should have been ashed a while ago fluttered through the dim moonlight that illuminated the room.
"Well slap me, fuck me, and call me Sally. You did it, you son of a bitch. The great Zombie McMorris finally got that win over Zero Tolerance. Want a fucking cookie? I'd give you one but you'd have to watch out for Lilith. Shell suck a dick for some cookies..much like ZMac has done many times for whatever drug he wanted at the time. All that said..You got lucky, son. I know...I know...But this time? Fuck man...I beat your ass all over that ring....And if the great Danny Anderson didnt pull me out, you don't win. You go back to tell Pantheon that you lost....again. And what would they do? Probably quit...again like before. Of course Ill get to all that in a bit. Right now I want you to relish in that win. You wont be getting another.
Hell is upon us. And by that I mean the storied Hellimination match. The very foundation of Wssf at stake. Ha! Do you really think we give a fuck about wssf? We don't. Hell..Ill let you in on a little secret. We didnt want to be in the fucking thing. No..not because we're scared..which im sure you'd love to think. We simply don't play well with others. Why would we team with someone who doesn't want wssf to fall? See..we're the type of guys who just like to watch the world burn. Our goal was to take wssf apart anyway. Why stop it? But then Pantheon had to go and fuck that up. You had to go and run your little cock suckers. Flapping your cum catchers about how the roster is weak and how you'll run roughshod all over everybody. And I had to stop and think. A question popped into my mind. Why come back at all? Huh? You quit. Lets get that straight right now. Yall quit. Logan made you look like a bunch of fucking retards and yall quit. And then...suddenly..You guys like Dion Nuke Rat...who lives in a gym he's about to lose because he doesn't win a whole lot...and then you want to come back? Sounds like yall are a bunch of walking..talking abortions who dont like to fight to me. I mean..How am I..or anybody else supposed to take you seriously? Yer a bunch of fucking quiters. Why should we prepare for a war YOU promised was coming when there is a high likelihood of you quitting and running away like the bitches you are? Im looking at you Jared. The only mother fucker in Pantheon who knows his guys can't win without him saving their asses. That's something aint it? These guys think they're the baddest shit walking when one of their own has to save them all the fucking time. It's really sad to see . Here's the difference between us..and you. You are a bunch of fuck sticks who should have been aborted. Each thinking they're the best ever...Us? Fuck I dont think Im better than Shep or J. We back each other..set goals. Yall? Hell yall are a sinking ship. All we gotta do is sit back and watch it sink. For fucks sake you have Joey Flash. That son of a bitch has never been part of a successful stable. Sure dude is a great talent. Son of a bitch wouldn't have the record he has if he wasn't... But there must be something, right? Could it be just....laziness? I mean..the simple fact that this lazy peice of shit is part of Pantheon says its gonna fuckin fall. History does repeat itself.
No..Our problem is the rest of the roaches. Roaches? Shouldn't call them roaches. Roaches aren't quitters. Those fucking things never go away. They're always there .forever. Pantheon? Well..Pantheon are quitters. They've done it before when Logan made them his bitch those few months ago. And he did. There's no doubt about that. And then? Well then they all up and left. Used the excuse that Seth got drunk and fired them. Lets be real though..That shit matches up. That means you fuckers quit when you lost..And by the looks of it..Yer gonna be quitting again. That's what quitters do. Doesn't matter how many collective titles you cum stains on the world have....Youre all quitters.....Good luck with that shit. Me? Us? ZT? We don't quit till the job is done. We wont quit till wssf is ours. You fucks are just a speed bump on the road to that. Yall wont see it though...Cause yer gonna quit after Hellimination anyway. You wont see ZT in all its glory..standjng before a burning wsssf...holding all the gold... And there aint shit yall can do about it...."
Thwak! Buzzz.....
Ahh..Halloween. My favorite time of year. It's the time when the could, goblins, and other monsters could roam free in this world It's a time of fun, games, and drink..lots of drink. Some would say its simply a holiday made by the candy companies, but lets be real here. Weird shit happens around Halloween. It's also Jason Cash's favorite holiday, which would explain his excitement as he damn near skipped up Salem's from steps with three bags in his hand, and a wild looks in his eyes.
It was dusk. The sun was starting to set, creating those links and purples that everyone seems to love. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, which didnt exactly help the dropping temperatures.
"Shep!"
There was no answer. So Cash called again. And there was no answer. Finally, not being able to contain his excitement, he opened the door, throwing it aside after damn near ripping it off the hinges.
"Claire, if ya aint decent, Im comin in anyway. Put the kitty away.", Jason said with a laugh as he walked in. He stopped in his tracks though when he felt the floor shake. "Big Ugly!", Cash yelled. Somehow he'd known that Jaymz was in the house. This could have been from the fact that the house was shaking. Of course this didnt bother our hillbilly hero. It should have. Jaymz was nothing or no one to play with. He was basically the most dangerous son of a bitch walking at any given time.
Jason made his way to the kitchen. Sitting there at the counter with his long black coat basically dragging the ground and a cigarette in his mouth that should have been ashed a while ago, sat Jaymz. He was a massive man. Scars covered his face..from his forehead to the eye sockets that held his now black eyes. The house began to shake more as Jason stepped into the large kitchen.
"Cash.", Jaymz muttered in a voice too deep to come from any mortal man or woman.
"Cash!"
The house started shaking more. "Big Ugly. How are ya? You seen Shep?", Jason asked. The rumbling of the house began to was up as Jason looked in the fridge. No beer. Shep wasn't exactly a drinker. Jason did not like this. So he looked back at Jaymz, who had veins sticking out of his neck. "You seen Shep?", Jason asked. Jaymz took a draw from the cancer stick and nodded. "Yup. He's in the other room. Thinks he's a pumpkin.", Jaymz said. Jason's eyes grew wide before he doubled over laughing. "Thanks he's a punkin, huh? I got see this mess.", Jason said.
He walked past Jaymz into what would normally be called a den. It was dark in the room. The thick curtains were pulled over the windows. The only light came from the kitchen. It took a moment for Jason's eyes to adjust to the darkness. But when they did, he saw a shape in the corner of the room. "Shep", Cash asked. There was no answer. "Shep. I see you over there in that corner."
"I am not Salem Shepard. I am the great pumpkin"
Cash's eyes grew wide. As did his smirk. He couldn't believe this was happening again. "Whaddya mean yer a great punkin", Cash asked. There was a bit of movement. "I was watching that cartoon. They said I was the great pumpkin and I can't leave.", Shep answered. Cash hid a laugh, not very wellhowever. "Shep you aint to damn punkin. You a man.", our hillbilly hero told his ZT brother. Shep could only shake his head. "Nope. Lucy said I was the great punkin. Said I cant leave the house or my head gonna fall off. I'm a sad pumpkin today", Shep answered in a rather sad voice
It was about that time when the house began to shake. "Good news. I'm not a pumpkin anymore", Salem said, getting up from his ball in the corner. Cash looked around. Usually, they had to talk to Shep for a while before he realized that he wasn’t some random object they thought he was. Salem didn’t understand it either. One minute he was a pumkin. He felt the carved face. He felt the candle like fire burning in his head. And the next? Well.. The next he didn’t feel like a pumpkin at all. He felt human again, or atleast as human as he normally felt.
"what up, homie? Whats in the bags?"
Cash grinned a wide grin. "We goin trick are treatin!"
Thwak! Buzz!
Jason Cash sat there, still on that old, rotting couch. He was shirtless and still had that trios title thrown across his shoulder.
"Look at you, Pantheon. A group of the most successful men this company has ever seen. Each on could be a wssf hall of famer. The question is.... Will you be? I'm not sure Seth lets quitters into the hall of fame. Why would he? Might just make that son of a bitch look worse as an owner if he let a couple of quitters in his hall of fame. I mean.. You guys are good and all. Most of you is a former world champion. Most of you have held other titles as well....Fuck..Jay Price has held every fucking title the place has to offer. He's also lost every title the place has to offer. You wont hear him talking about that, though.... You'll hear that sumbitch running his mouth about winning them all though... And his dick. That dude is obsessed with his dick.. Or dick in general....So much so..That I'm starting to question his place in Pantheon. Maybe I was wrong about ZMac... Maybe he isnt the groups little cock sucker... maybe Jayson Price is. I mean.. He IS obsessed with the dick... He's like a teenage girl with it. Obsessed with it. Dreaming about it. Always wanting to touch it. Kinda weird if you ask me.
Fuccboi..Fuccboi...Fuccboi. That’s all I or anyone else hears form you. It's fuccboi this..fuccboi that. Great trolling stuff. It's actually pretty funny... Hell I'm not one to downplay a good joke when I hear one. You guys are the ultimate trolls. Zombie McMorris being the best of the bunch. Speaking of good jokes.. Have you heard the one about Pantheon? Yea apparently they thought they could get over on what they thought was a weak roster because they're lazy fucking bitches like that.. And then they got kicked in the balls and slapped in the face. That’s just what happens when you over estimate what you can do in the ring and underestimate your opponents.
Now I know that I'm not one to talk about wrestling. I don’t wrestle. I fight. I don’t get in there and do them flips and tricks. YOu wont see me doing those moves that David Sanchezdoes when he cups your balls in his hands, licks your neck exactly three times, kisses your cheeks and whispers I love you in your ear while softly biting at it. Nah.. That aint my style. My style is to just go in there and start swinging....Putting boots to asses and what not. That’s my style. Not exactly what they call technical. But does that really matter? I've beaten the holy hell out of some very technical wrestlers.... As have Shep and J. As has At...Erik Price...Kaine...
It's actually laughable that you idiots think you're gonna sweep this thing. You have Zombie Fucking McMorris. The coked up madman. He's what...one and three against ZT? Mother fucker runs away when he sees Crazy J coming. Hell..Give him a cookie laced with Acid and he's done. Easy elimination there. And Jay Price? Dude has a plate in his head. His ass is already injured..Bring a fucking magnet and he's done. But of course they'll all come back with hashtag fuccboi..because...frat boy logic. I'll just leave that there. Frat boy logic. "I can beat you cause I beat someone else you've never heard of". Fucking great. Yall gone get that ass whooped.
Thwak! Buzz!!!.....
We rejoin our hero's just as Salem Shepard stepped out of the bathroom in his Halloween costume. And what was he going as? Why Joey Flash of course. His costume was amazing to say the least. It was made entirely of rubber. The head of the dick costume was also very versatile as it could be used as an umbrella. Yes, Salem Shepard was dressed like an actual dick. A white one atleast. Jason Cash wasn't gonna buy a black dick costume. It was against his religion or something.
Jason started laughing. He simply couldn't contain himself. Here, standing right in front of him, was Salem Shepard is a dick costume. It was a very realistic costume. There were veins and everything. This was a blue veined throbber here and Salems face stuck out around the middle. "Holy sheep shit", Jason said with a laugh. "Sumbitch fits!". Salem nodded, waved his arms and legs, tested his movement. The costume, while big, didnt hinder Salems movement at all. "Im Joey Flash!", Salem laughed. Jason nodded his head in agreement. "Yup...Just a fuckin dick.", Jason added.
And so Jason grabbed his bag and walked into that same bathroom. He was in there for quite some time. Enough time for Salem to check on him actually. "You fuckin fall in?", Salem asked. The door opened, and what walked put of that bathroom made Salem Shepard question his very existence. There, standing before Salem Shepard, was the hairiest..most disgusting asshole he'd ever seen. Jason's face was where the taint would be. There were dingleberries hanging for the asshole. There was even toilet paper stuck there. Salem cracked up, while Jason stretch. "David Sanchez?", Shep asked. Jason shook his head. "This'd be a gapin asshole if it was that fuckin wetback.", Jason started. "Im Jared Holmes. The six god. He gets it up the ass..but not like that sumbitchin wetback does.", Jason added. "Lets go get J", Salem said after noticing the third bag.
It wasn't long when the two bounded up the steps to Crazy Js house. It was night time now. The cold had set in. One could see his breathe. Crazy J must have heard them coming because the from door was already open and the man himself was standing in the doorway. "the fuck yall spossed to be?", Crazy J laughed. "I’m Joey Flash", Salem answered. "And I'm Jared Holmes", Said Cash. J mulled over their answers. "But you're a dick and an asshole.", J said flatly. His guests nodded. "Uh...Yea..thats the fuckin point.", Cash answered. "We got one fer you yer ass too.", Cash added as he handed Crazy J the bag. "We goin trick are treatin!', Cash told Crazy J
J took the bag into the house. For whatever reason, his guests stayed outside. Finally, a figure came to the door. It was a big man with a leather jacket on, what appeared to be a wig that was notted up where there was actually hair and white crusty lips. "Zombie Necurat!", Salem yelled. Cash had rememberd something that he'd seen on what he calls the twatter. "YOLO! YOu only live outside!", Cash said before doubling over in laughter. He'd done the same when he'd first seen the picture. "Yall ready?", Jason asked after he finally gained his composure. All three nodded and bound off the steps.
Scene begis to fade out.
BUZZ! Thwak!
The camera fades in to our hillbilly hero Jason Cash sitting on the back of his truck. He still wore no shirt and had his trios title thrown over his right shoulder. A cancer stick hung from a mouth that was hidden under a black cowbosy hat.
" David Sanchez. The fucking wetback of wssf. I'm gonna start calling you wetback willy. I know you aint no wetback. I don’t care either. What I do care about is how you have some kind of need..or want to get as close to other men's nut sacks are you can. I know you arent understanding me. Your kind never does. What I'm trying to say is that your style of wrestling...It's kinda gay. The technical style of course. It's just gay as fuck. Instead of just fighting..You wanna cup my balls an shit. Freaks me the fuck out to tell you the truth. No matter...All that shit goes right out the fuckin window when you get punched in the teeth.
Now..Yer a funny guy and a great video producer. That little movie you put out there with a fake Jason Cash as mother mary? That was awesome. I love good jokes. I'm willing to laugh at myself. Sign of a real man....He can laugh at himself. But can you? Nah.. NOt a fucking chance. You're too fuckin serious. Kinda makes me want to paint my face like that movie and just ask you..Why so..serious?!?!?! I'm sure that would freak you the fuck out. A clown faced cowboy? That’s the shit of nightmares right there. Then I would take my time beating the holy hell out of you..All the while you're just trying to cup my balls and lick my neck as your wrestling style warrants.
Heres what I just cant get. You thinking your good, right? No...You KNOW you're good, right? Then why follow Jared? Hmm? Why follow that clown? And you do follow him. You may not have ever noticed it... But you do. You're the low man on the totem pole over there.. Not as low as ZMac..but the next rung up. Hell you ALL follow him. And I'm not even making that shit up. He actually said that he leads all of you. My question is....Why? Why follow a man you obviously think you're better than? I'll never get that. I wont. Why? Because ZT doesn’t have leaders. Pantheon? Jared Holmes is your leader. He's said so himself. I guess I just don’t get how you can stuff so many egos down everyone throat and expect everything to be hunky dory and just...swell. The truth is that it just cant...It simply cant. There is no way it can. I said, at one point, that Pantheon was nothing more than a sinking ship. All we have to do is that mother fucker sink. You really wanna be on that boat when it sinks? HA! Of course you do! Of fucking course your do. They got your wetback ass over here, right? Right. So you fucking owe them. That’s the only reason I can think of. Other than the fact that you're nothing more than a simple minded follower. No matter how smart you think yourself. No matter how good you think yourself. No matter how accomplished you think yourself. You're still just a simple minded follower. Thats all you are. That’s all you'll ever be... Just a simple follower of other men.. Men you thinkyou're better than but are too fucking lazy to branch out from.
it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters to me is helloween. At Helloween.. Your ass is grass and I'm the fucking goat.. And by that...I mean that I'm gonna fuckin eat you alive. You can try and fight. You can try and do those little moves where you cup your opponents balls, rub em a little bit, kiss the neck.. All that... But I'm just gonna shove my fuckin foot up your ass and make you dance. That’s what I do. I drink. I sleep. I kick ass. YOu? Hell you drink, You eat. You follow Jared Around like a fucking puppy dog. And you cup nut sacks with the palm of your hands. Great fuckin job Wetback willy.
I know yall think you already got this sumbitch won. I know yall do. But that’s why they play the game, right? To actually see what happens? This shit aint won on the twatter. It aint won with yall flappin yer cum catchers. It's won in that ring. And in that ring? We already got two sumbitches that have taken Pantheon out before. The rest of us? We're good enough to do that shit too. And you gonna see that Wetback...I'll make sure of that."
Cash ashed the cigarette.
Scene started to fade
Buzz! Thwak! The tv went to static.
Albert and Clarissa Livingston had living in Bloomfield Hills for nearly thirty years. Albert had retired from the Ford plant many years ago and had sat down to what once was a quiet life in the area. Albert was competely bald with increasingly big ears, and a grey mustache. He was eighty years old. Clarissa was a very young seventy five with also a grey mustache. She was over weight. They were also hoarders. There was stuff everywhere in their house. Clarissa just didn’t like throwing things away. It didnt matter if it was garbage or just old things. Nothing left that cluttered house.
The two were settiled in front of their tv, with their tv dinners..ready to watch Jeopardy. It was Clarissa's favorite show. But they werent going to be able to do that. Why? Well..there was a knock on the door. "Who could that be?", Clarrissa muttered. Albert shrugged his shoulders. "At his hour? It's nearly bed time.", He answered.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Clarissa put her plastic spork down and went to the door. What she saw shocked her. "Honey! I think you should come and look at this.", She called to her loving husband. Grumbling, Albert managed to get out of his old chair. He walked to the door.
"What the hell"?
There, with huge smiles on their faces, stood a dick, an asshole, and a homeless madman. Yes, these were our heros. Crazy J was the first to speak. "Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don’t, I don’t care, I choke you with your underwear!", J said with a smile. There was no laughter between the three Zero Tolerance members. They each put their plastic grocery bags out, expecting candy.
"Well I never!", yelled Clarissa. Cash snickered to himself. "Yer prolly never gone have the sumbitchin chance neither!", Cash laughed. Now, Albert, who had been standing there with a blank look in his eyes, could take no more. "You three have ruined this neighborhood!", Albert said in a scruffy voice. Our three heros laughed at the angry little old man. Clarissa, who was staring at Shep, finally spoke. "What are you supposed to be?", She asked. Shep answered immediately and with a big grin, "I'm Joey Flash!". "is that was they're calling penises these days?", She asked. Shep cocked his head to the side as far as he could. "I'm not sure what a penis is...but Joey Flash is a dick if thats what you mean.", He said to her. Clarissa Livingston was quite appalled. Her eye balls stuck out of her head. Her jaw dropped. Albert didnt like the word dick. "You should go wash your mouth out, young man!", Albert told Salem, who only grinned. "Look here. We trick are treatin. Yall got some damn candy are what?", Jason, who wore an asshole costume asked. Amber turned his nose up, as did Clarissa. They slammed the door.
"I reckon they just too high strung.", Jason said as the three stepped off the porch of the large blue home.
James and Charlotte Peer were a mid fifties couple who lved on a large brick house right across the street from the Livingstons. James had retired from the Marine Copres about ten years ago. He was a big man. He stood about six foot three and weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. He was fifty five. Charlotte was much shorter, standing only about five feet and weighed just as much. They're moved to Bloomfield Hills after James retired. It was a very quiet neighborhood then. Now? Not so much. They were just taking the dishes into the kitchen to be washed when..
Knock knock knock.
Not usually having guest come around after dinner, both of them walked to the door. James opened it. Before him stood a homeless guy, a giant dick and a giant asshole. It was our three heroes.
"Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you don't. I dont care. I drag your body everywhere.", sang Salem Shepard. James' eyes grew wide. "You'll do what?", James said as he pushed his wife to the side. His face was red. It even showed through his grey beard. Crazy J, who was never exactly stable, pushed the old man back. "You heard him mother fucker. We'll drag your body everywhere.", Crazy J, who was dressed as a homeless crack head (ZMac) said. James stumbled back and fell. Charlotte did as well, though nobody touched her. Jason, who had been quiet the whole time, which was very out of character for him, slowly inzippied his jeans. Salem and Crazy J had stepped off the porch when Jason started peeing on the old couple. When he was done, he joined our other two heroes.
Scene began to fade.
Thwak! Buzz! Tv static
The camera zooms put and we see Jason Cash still siting on his trucks tailgate, beer in hand, trios title thrown over his shirtless shoulder. It was dark out. The moon shined down in full, illuminating the grassy landscape.
"It's funny. This trios title? The one we fought for? It's garbage, right? It's nothing...worthless. It's funny that you clowns say that now. But when you get a shot at it? You'll be aiming to win it. It'll be worth something then, right? Of course it will. You guys really crack me up. Everything is worthless to you, yet you'll damn near break yer fuckin dicks to get it. Just goes to show exactly how full of shit each and every one of you actually are. Im lookin at you Johnny Cottontail....er Rabbit. Er..What the fuck is your name again? Rabbid...Thats it...Johnny Rabbid. Just like the game. You know..The retarded bunnies? Im sure you've seen it. That where you got it? Cause you sure decided perty damn quick that you wanted to be a fuckin retard wrestler. That's your schtick, right? Come out, run your mouth, get beat up...Blame it on something else while you drown the world in your sheer stupidity? I mean...Thats what I gather. I dont even claim to be a smart man. I dont read too good after all. But know what I can do? Why I can make you my own personal whipping boy. I can do that shit. See..I bring toughness to the team. Shep and J? Insanity. Twigh and Price? History. Kaine? He brings a ladder. And then I look at Pantheon. Moor is batshit crazy. Holmes is...well..Im pretty sure he's gay. Sanchez is the token wetback. Price brings sexual addiction. Flash bring his ego, and Zmac bring the cock sucking skills of a porn star.. But what do you bring? A long, greasy mullet? I mean...thats looking from the out side. You could bring more cock sucking ability than ZMac. Im not sure..But on the surface? I just see a guy who looks homeless. I half expect to see you on the side of the road with a sign that says will work for food. But I wont give you shit. I'll just yell YOLO! You only live outside! I still laugh at that Lilith post.
And now? Hell now yer saying I should be respecting Doc and Obi on the twatter? The fuck? I get it...Doc may have used to be something great... But I actually havent seen that son of a bitch win a match in the few months we been in wssf. I literally havent seen him win anything. Oblivion either. So why in the actual hell would we EVER pick those two to be on our team? We want to win. We don’t want to lose because we have two of the weakest mother fuckers in wssf fighting on our side. And dont get shit twisted. ZT represents ZT. We don’t represent Wssf. We dont give a shit about wssf. The only reason we're in this fucking thing is because Seth booked us in the match. WE don’t back down from a fight. So don’t get that twisted. It's ZT and three others vs Pantheon. Call us team wssf if you want.. Besides. I'm sure you would have loved to have seen Adam Young, Doc, and Obi on the team. That shit would have been EASY AS FUCK for you guys to win. Now? Fuck now you're facing ZT... A force to be reckoned with since we signed the dotted line, two people who have beaten the holy hell out of yall before... And a midget who has a dildo for a brother.
It actually amazes me. You'd rather fight against guys that are a sure win rather than fight guys who will actually put up a fight. And don’t give me that "We're going to sweep" bullshit. The simple fact that you were looking for those terrible fucks to be in this thing tells me that you guys don’t want a fight. It tells me that you're fucking scared shitless. You were expecting and wanting something weak. You were expecting and wanting an easy as all hell win. Thats the only reason you would ever mention guys like that in this fight. It just goes to prove that you're just another lazy mother fucker in Pantheon, Rabbit. Former world champ or not. You're just another lazy ass hole who's scared to actually fight someone who could beat you... Who could whoop your greasy haired ass all of the sumbitchin arena. And that’s what will be happening, Rabbit. There is no denying that simple fact. You see... Zero Tolerance hit this mother fucker like a wrecking ball. We beat half the roster in under a month. We are the most brutal force this place has seen in years. And now? Now you have to face us. Now YOU have to step in that ring and fight for whatever you have left. And well...I don’t think you can do it. Nobody has really been able to do it so far. Sure Pantheon beat J and myself. Jared saved their asses.. Flash knocked out fucking At....Like that’s a big deal at all. I've beaten the guy myself. So you've done that.... BUT...and there is always a but... BUT you didn’t face true Zero Tolerance... Which would be Shep, J and me. But now you have to. Now you cant stand behind Flash. Now you CANT have Jared come in and turn the numbers game. It's seven on seven. It's Zero tolerance and them versus the Pantheon. It's fighters versus scared little bitches. You, Rabbit, are on the wrong side.... But you knew that the whole time. So a Hellimination... When you get your own ass fed to you with a fucking spoon... I don’t wanna hear you crying about it. I don’t wanna hear you whine about it. I want to see you wash your fucking hair and be a man......Which means you'd have to get rid of all that bitch you have welling up inside of your. Luck done run out, son. Shit it's pants....all that’s left is bitch."
Jason took a drink of his beer
Scene began to fade
Thwak! BUzz! The tv goes to static.
Now, most of the people that lived in the Bloomfield Hills area were older retirees, but there were a few younger people. There were our heroes of course. And then there were the Hendersons. Ben and his wife Hillary were in their early to mid thirties. Ben was an IT Director at a fairly large company. He was a short, nerdy man with brown hair and thick glasses. They were the kind you'd see in the eighties. They were like coke bottles. He was short and over weight. Hillary was a fairly attractive blonde. She was a about foot five. This bitch had curves for days. She was thick in all the right places. The kind you didnt bring home to mamma...The kind you just fucked in the parking lot of whatever fast food joint was close. She was a hottie with a body.
The Henderson's were finishing up dinner and just about to...Well.. She was horny. He was horny. You get the point, right? But then then...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
They didnt answer the door. She was sliding her hand down his pants
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"ugh!", Hillary said as she got up from the couch. What the fuck do you wan?", and she stopped. There, on their large porch, was a giant dick, a giant asshole, and a homeless crack head. "Well hey there beautiful, Jason said with a huge smile on his face. "Lil SHAWTY!", Shep said, showing his yellow teeth. J? Well..Crazy J only stared a hole through her. She didn’t know what to say. She was speachless.
"Who is it baby?", Asked Ben. Hillary waved him over. Ben sighed to himself, tucked his cock into his pants strap, and got up. "What?", He asked before looking out of his door. When he got there, he just didn’t know what to say.
"trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you don’t. I don’t Care. I'll shit on your porch!", Cash sang with a smile. Shep, who was staring at Hillary's titties the entire time, stopped and shook his head. "That don’t ryhme, homie!", He told our hillbilly hero. "Don’t care", Cash answered.
Now, it had taken a while, but Ben finally caught on. These guys were trying to trick or treat, but it wasn’t halloween. "You three... YOu know It's not fucking Halloween, right? Get the fuck out of here.", He said before slamming the door. Jason grinned. "Yall go on. This sumbitch didn’t give us no treats. I'm shittin on his porch.", Cash said. He started to pull down his pants and squatted down. "I'm not trying to see you shit.", J said with a frown. J grabbed Salem, who for some reason, wanted to see this shit, and took him off the porch.
Jason grunted and grunted. "Oh Lord...Who lives in Heaven. Oh little nine pound, three ounce baby Jesus. I pray to yall's asses. Get this turd out my sumbitchin ass!", Jason prayed. And then PLOP. The giant turd landed on the porch. Jason looked over and saw a fake plant, grabbed a leafe and wiped his ass with it. He stuck that leaf on the door and waved goodbye to Ben and Hillary, who were watching out of their window, afraid to do anything about it.
Cash stepped off the porch to find Salem Shepard reaching in his grocery bag. He brought forth a bottle of beer. Cash's eyes grew wide. Had Salem been keeping this secret the entire time? "Here, Cash. Have a beer. You aint you when you sober.", Salem laughed. And Cash drank the beer down as our trio of heroes wandered off into the night.
Meanwhile, In the home of James and Charrlotte Peer, who our heroes had harrassed earlier, a breaking news report flashed across their screen. It was channel three news and Debra deepholeinmysnatch had a special report.
Debra, dressed in her finest black dress, straightened some papers. She then turned to the camera. "This is Debbie Deepholinmysnatch, and I have a special report. There is a menace in the Bloomfield Hills neighborhood. I cant say what they're dressed up as, but you will know them when you see them. They're considered armed and dangerous. If you see them, locked your doors and call the police immediately."
And our scene fades.
BUZZ! Thwak! The tv goes to static.
The camera pans back from a close up shot of Jason Cash's Trios Title. He saton the ground, leaning up against a tree. The sun shined brightly in a cloudless Detroit, Michigan sky. It was truly a beautiful day. Cash was shirtless, even in the colder weather. He wore only jeans and his hat. There was, of course, a beer next to him.
"Jared Holmes. I gotta hand it to you. You sure are a great talker. I cant even imagine one of your grand speaches. You have to be. AFter all, you've managed to wrangle some of the biggest egos this world has ever seen..To follow you. For fucks sake, you even got Corey Black to follow you around like a puppy dog bitch. I never thought I'd see the day when a guy who always saw himself as an alpha male started following your typical frat boy dick head around everywhere he goes. I really didn’t. I never saw that shit coming. Hell Corey was one of the only guys in wssf that I actually respected. He was always upstanding...A true champion. But now? Now he's just another Pantheon cronie who follows you around, Jared.
And that’s due to your crooked tongue, of course. I’m sure listening to you makes them feel like they're listening to Obama for the first time. All those people..Just lost in his voce. Lost in his demeanor...Not really understand that he's just full of shit. So much so that you can damn near see if floating in his eye balls. That’s the way I look at you, Jared. Not so great in the ring... AVerage at best... But an extrermely good talker. A forked tongue like no other. The only problem is that you just decided to completely fuck up your life. You did this when you cost me at War. I was on a roll. I was taking it to your little buddies in a way they'd never thought possible. And then you came around... You were the cause of my being pinned for the very first time in wsssf... for the ONLY time in wssf. You see... that was the only time I've ever actually been pinned here. Quite accomplishment ifyou think about it. I've fought the entire roster and I've only been pinned once....And that was due to your interference. But as I was saying... You then ran the fuck away. Yer ass ran faster than At did in our tag match a few months ago. Hell I didn’t think I'd be able to catch you... But I did... and when I did.. I beat the holy hell out of you for what you did. That right there... Bad decision, son.... Probably the worst fucking mistake you've ever or ever will make. You pissed off a country boy.. And country folks dont forget... Country folks don’t forgive either. We hold grudges for years and years. We get even. And that’s whats happening here, Jared.
See...While you're a big, charismatic talker and what not.... I'm a fighter. You're all show..I"m all go. You run your cock sucker...I kick you in your cock sucker. Get the picture? Get the point? You're a smart man...So I would be correct in saying that you do. Hellimination isnt gonna be nice to you, Jared. You could call it Drake's redemption. I mean..You did try to steal his name. Which has always amazed me really. Why would you steal that douche bags name? Hell you could have went with Ice-T...Or Snoop Dog...Lion..shit stain... Whatever he's calling himself these days. But no... You decided to steal from a fucking guy who wants to be looked at as a real hardcore rap guy..when he's a canadian cunt bag who grew up on that fucking DeGrassi high school show. I mean..for fucks sake the guy is a dork and you wanted to steal his name? I take everything I have said about you, Jared. You arent a smart man..You're an idiot.
I know..I know. I'm supposed to say that the south will rise again.. Like that idiot Doc says....... And I’m pretty sure he's a fucking winder licker. To tell you the truth..I don’t want the south to rise again.... Too many blacks. I know that they're a minority and what not..But for real... Nothin but black down there... And they aint risin fer shit.
Here's the facts, Jared. I know yer bankin on winnin. I know yer bankin on taking us down..Not breaking a sweat...Not even having to try hard. I mean..You're the typical frat boy fuck head after all..Those guys don’t like to try.. But...and there is always that but...BUT You're a sniveling little bastard who can really only get by when he has the bigger numbers. You've managed to make that shit work for a little bit now. You cost me at War....You cost Gem his title... YOu cost us in that six man tag match a week or two ago. But now? Now those numbers are even.. Well..As even as theyr'e gonna get. We do have that fucking midget after all. The truth is that the numbers are even enough to where you don’t get that advantage anymore. You have to stand and fight guys who have spent the last little bit trying to stab in the back. I'm gonna put my boot up your ass, Jared. And I don’t mean that in the figurative way either. You know "I'm gone shove my boot up your ass"...No..I'm actually gonna bend you over, pull down your drawers...and I'm gonna shove my fuckin boot up your ass. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt like a son of a bitch.. But you can take it, Jared. I'm sure you can. And while you're preppin yer asshole for my boot..I want you to look in the mirror. The man you see? That one with the "I just sucked a dick and I'm very proud of myself" grin? That guy looking back at you? He talked up a group of sumbitches and led them to their slaughter... Congrats on that.
Hellimination. It's a very storied match in wsssf.. STable versus ZT and people they were forced to fight with. Whose gonna win? Well..If I'm bettin man? I'd bet team ZT. Yea..I didnt say team wssf. Because we could care less. We'd much rather be fighting this thing on our own. We don't exactly work good with others. We watch our own backs. We count on each other. We KNOW the other members are gonna actually show up. We KNOW we can count on each other. I know that I can't count on Damien Kaine. He's a weakling. He's nothing. Twilight and Price? Dont know..but Id rather know. And while all that is said..I know what ZT is capable of...and that's taking you clowns down a few pegs.
Yall came back to this sumbitch thinkin it was gonna be an easy go. You guys grabbed former champs...made a team..thought hey..we got this shit... Except that you don't. You got nothing. You got exactly dick. Rabbit called us a poison. Said they were here to rid wssf of that poison. I laugh at that. This is a guy who thinks Adam Young deserves respect. Sorry n shit..But I can't respect a guy who acts like he's the biggest shit walkin when his ass hasn't won a single fuckin match since we been here. I've literally never seen that guy win a match. I've seen him get his own ass fed to him every single time though. That's the type of sumbitches you want in wssf? Of course it is...cause every one of yall is scared of competition. Every single one of you. Its sad really. I guess that's what having a huge ego and being full of bitch at the same time gets you. It's "Im the best ever...but I really only want to fight guys who can't fight back." Ha! You sumbitches are in for a treat."
Our hero stopped to take a drink of his beer. As he did so, he stared off into the distance.
"This sumbitch I kinda like Rocky. We the Italian stallion...Yall the black dude..Creed. Yall all champs. Thinkin yall the biggest am baddest... But yall aint hungry no more. That's why yall wanna get rid of any competition. Yall just ain't hungry no more. Yal Aint got the eye of the tiger no more. None of ya. That's why ZMac gets his ass kicked all the time. That's why Corey Black decided to be a follower instead of a leader. That's why Wade Moor hasn't bathed in over a year. Thought I forgot bout you, huh? I aint. I also can't tell the difference between. Bishop, Nuke Rat or Wade Moor. They all dirty as hell. They all got them greasy beards and they all look like they only live outside. That guys in wade over his head. He'd have moor of a chance picking up a turd from the clean end. He's just another follower. I've noticed that he doesn't really run his mouth on the twatter a whole lot. Nope..unless one of his good buds talks first. I can't figure out if its due to him being told he can speak...Or if he's like the bully's buddy. You know the type. Bully says give me your lunch money.. Wade is the midget behind the bully saying Yea. Give us your lunch money! Then the bully geyts his ass kicked and little buddy wade moor runs away crying like a bitch. Hell that's like...half of Psntheon right there. No individuality. Only Jared, and flash are their own men.
And speaking of Flash. Nice to see you again. You know..one of these days that rebel yell I gonna crush your entire body. You wont be able to get up. That'll probably happen at Hellimination. Jared will be in the match so he can't interfere. Now...You consider yourself the greatest ever. You've only lost five matches. That's just..wow. But..you actually lost to Adam Young? I thought that shit was a joke until you confirmed it. I have to wonder how the hell that happened. I said earlier that I haven't seen that guy actually win a match. The fact that you could actually happen just takes away anything positive anybody could ever say about you. You fucking lost to Adam fucking Young and you think you gonna beat ZT? Shit don’t work that way, hoss. You don’t lose to the weakest sumbitch in wssf but then turn around and beat ZT. It just don’t. We in a whole nother league from that sumbitch. I mean..he's just...aweful. He cant cut a promo for shit.. And in the ring? Hell in the ring he's a bumbling fool. I know..I've been in the ring with him. I made him look like a bitch all fucking night. But he beat you, Flash? Fuck...I figured ZMac would be the weak link..but It's fucking YOU. YOU are the weak link at Hellimination for Team Pantheon. YOU are. And that’s fucking amazing cause you supposed to be billy badass over there. You aint.. That much of obvious. You gone be the first to fuckin go, Flash. The first. IN the entire match. YOU will be the first eliminated.
Now...Hellimination is something yall were asking for. Yall put this shit on yourselves. YALL did this. YALL walked right into a fuckin buzz saw. That buzz saw is ZT by the way. WE came into Wssf and said we was the best. We whooped half the roster in under a month. We hit his sumbitch hard and we've done everything we've said we'd do. Now? Now we're sayin that yall are next. And well....We're always right on our promises. Yall are next... Get close to God, sons a bitches..Cause that’s the only way yall gone be saved....And I highly doubt that sumbitch wants a piece of us. Twilight..Price...Midget... Yall better be ready to go... Cause we'll take yalls asses out if ya aint."
Jason turned that fucking beer up with a huge smile. He threw it off camera.
"Whoooooooooo Boy! I’m ready! Yall better damn it be!
