Post by ZMAC on Jan 22, 2020 6:35:26 GMT -5
APW - 2020 Ways to Die
North American Championship
Lucy Sixx vs. Zombie McMorris ( c )
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Let me tell you something, Brother. Its about the rockets red glare, brother. Those bombs bursting up in the stratosphere, brother. Its about those Amber waves of radioactive fallout, brother. Its about raining down hot ash and molten pain onto Lady Liberties enemies, brother. That's Zombie McMorris, Dude. He’s the ultimate trump card. The final Z-lution to end all final solutions. This aint your mama and your daddies brand of sick waves -> fuccboi genocide, brother and sisters jacks. This is Zombie 2 belts with machine gun action and kung fu grip and he’s rippin and roaring through your town as we speak. He’s taking on all challengers, all k-k-k-ummers and he is putting them down like a three legged german Shepard right in the middle of the red square. Make the Tsar proud, brother. Do it for Lady Liberty and mother Russia, Brother. Do it for ALL THE SAUDI BLOOD MONEY IN THE WORLD cuz aint nothing in this life lasting forever. Everything dies. Everything decays. Except for the King of Rot, the Avatar of Decay, The Pale Rider, The coked up Madman, the North American Champion, Zombie McMorris and sweet lady Liberty on his arm. Oh, she looks so fine and so sweet, hmhmmp, it cant be beat brother and sister jacks and jill and jyxx of the unspecified but still American gender.
You see, its about being all you can be in America, dude. Its about being your best, doing your best and not having any regrets and yet theres this Lucy sixx, with her sweet little baby daughter, a little immortal american-maniac. A mini Zombie two belts in training as her mom gets shown the ropes, the dopes, the hicks and dicks from every red blood, blue eyed, fair skinned uber male that this country has to offer but not before Zombie 2 belts has his way and his say and just like Lady Liberty, his way and his say are the only things that matter.
The only question I have is: Why? Why does Lucy Sixx wanna be Lucy loose holes? Why she wants to take that C-section and turn it into the Z-section because Zombie 2 belts is gone be all up in those guts and in that glory N’ In the holiest of holies and we about to face the supreme prophet in mecca and pray.
Pray..
PPRAAAAAYYYYYYYY
And while he’s deep in them guts, making a mess worse than our national debt, brother. Lucy Loose holes with the dick suckin lips is gonna have to show her appreciation for our long term, full scale, forgien interventionist policy.
Fuck now. Cum Later. Leave the gun and take the cannoli because WE AINT EVAH LEAVIN
Lucy mud flaps thought she was slick when she Pearl Harbor’d Zombie 2 belts out of the rumble. She thought this was her golden ticket to freedom. To better skies and thicker thighs. Lizzo aint the only piece that's gone get broken off in 2020, BO-leave that. But now, Zombie 2 belts is going to have to annex a whole ass island nation and go island hoping to island hoping until he reaches the main land we have that ultimate conflict from sea to shining sea, brother. And just like Japan, to be devoid of natural resources, Lucy must be devoid of all common sense to compare herself to the great Odin Balfore. A true personal, friend, brother. She went and she goof’d when she went and shot her mouth off at the hip, forgettin that when Zombie 2 belts dip, you dip too. You lean back for the glory and the power. To take whats given to you. Lucy goes around calling herself a beast but zombie 2 belts is the beast with two backs because what goes around, k-k-k-ums around and you better trust that when Zombie 2 belts cums around its ten fold because just like Lady Liberty strikes, zombie 2 belts strikes ten times as hard.
Lucy with the cervix as wide as the part in the red sea, you’re going to need a miracle to come down from heaven to save you from the onslaught that's about to take place because from a top my purple mountain majesty, this looks like a train wreck from where I’m standing, dude. You didnt step in the shit but rather the shit stepped in you.
So you just remember one thing: That no matter how close or how far you come - it will never be good enough because zombie 2 belts and Lady liberty are just too strong a pair. The ultimate power couple. This is about separating the wheat from the chaff, the PB from the J. The ebony from the Ivory. Lunch counters aint just for sit ins no more, no. You can join the rest of those hipsters drinking their chai soy bullshits in the breadline, trying to food stamp their way into relevant Americana. Just like you. No one knew who you were 6 months ago and you’ll be forgotten even soleimani-sooner.
Drone strikes on deck.
So what chu gonna do when Zombie 2 belts, lady liberty and Hollywood Coke Hogan run wild on YOU?
So what chu gonna do when Zombie 2 belts, lady liberty and Hollywood Coke Hogan run wild on YOU?
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Saw you’re little training session. You know, you punch almost as fast as I fuck. Imagine gettin your pelvis shattered like general Holdo in that movie where they make Luke Skywalker a fucking punk ass bitch. You hate to see it, but damn, Lucy when you feel it. You gone know somethin broke down deep, down there. I mean, you ever lose to man who straight up told you he’s going to smash your pelvis like the a turtle shell in the jaws of an alligator. Just grind you up for a snix snax. Hell, you already lost to the COKE Hogan ranting and raving. See, that's the thing. As much as you think you’re a beast. I’m a fucking bastard. Look at me. Do you think I train? You think I come in here with a plan or do you think I made my bones by just being better than everyone else? Why try when I’m already better. Why not just shoot and shoot and shoot till its
KILL
ZMAC
KILL.
I mean, aint like your better than ol’ Z. Throwin me out and now we’re in that lame dance of death -> like ol’ Z gives a shit. Company aint evah gone give me the world title. Ol’ Z cant be trusted.
Trust me.
Zombie 2 belts cant be trusted to be zombie world star. I’d have to fuck Irina for that to happen. Lord knows I’ve tried. Theres as many years between us as there are inches.
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And if’n I’m wrong, I’ll just have to start using the metric system.
But what the fuck is your excuse?
You aint comin at ol’ Z with that you used to be somebody because you aint evah been. Period. End of story. If you want purpose and meaning in your life, go close up shop, open your legs and pop out another bundle of joy because mine, aint leavin my cold dead grasp. Beat you so bad, you’ll have to slink off into nothing till you come back again with a dumb name like Addy A or sumthin.
I aint got no bones about breaking yours and ending your career. Trust me.
Trust me.
I got a whole other match this week in another company where I gotta fight an unproven, uninspired Fem because they just don’t understand that a guy named zombie 2 belts might just mean business.
Or he might just use that golden tongue of his to bury you into the fucking ground without lifting a finger or crafting a meme. If anything, this is your one chance to run away and never return. That's ok if you do. I won’t think any less of you ( cuz zero from zero is still Lucy Six LOL ). However, if you decide that it would be a good idea that you make it to TV, I’m going to make you suffer. Unfortunately, I got more important things to do this week than slap you around because you decided to act a fool in the rumble.
I’m going to defend my belt.
I’m going to end your career.
Then by the end of the week, I’ll be Zombie 3-way
And you’ll still be Lucy Six
And the world keeps on spinning.
Go train. Go try. Go do your squat thrusts and make my dick work for it. I know you don’t like to admit it, but I know you,. Lucy. I know how you are deep down on the inside.
I can see through. See your true colors. On the inside your ugly. Ugly like me
And after I hit a curb stomp and a dove killah, you’ll float down here, too.
They always do.
Trust me.
