Post by ZMAC on Jul 17, 2019 17:25:38 GMT -5
* Its a clieche scene but you wana fuck the fuccbois then you gotta clieche it the fugg up. ZMACS waist deep in a grave. The dirts wet and heavy and smells like fresh cut grass and Earth. Its almost enough to get a grown man high. Almost. *
Ight, so here it iz. Ya boi ol’ Z doin battle once again for the Horror Kore strap. Now, Wolf, I’mma let you finish jerkin your cock to ya moms but like the real sinner in this match is ol’Z. The real deal in this match, the creator of all that is unholy in the wrestling world is set upon you for no reasons other than complete desolation of you and yo punk ass wanna be Spartan fool who I suspect aint even Greek but I’ll get Johnny Stamos on the horn and we’ll compare a blood sample to the convenience of Greek yogurt and see who comes out on top. Yo Spartan, you ever lose to a yogurt promo? Cuz youse about to lose to a yogurt promo.
Just a spoilers real quick for you.
James Dean Wolf, of a tribe called questin fo’ yo ass - tell me that hot minute where you meant a lil somethin somethin, sizzle sizzle to the whole of the wrazzlin community. Nah I aint thunk so. When your greatest accomplishment is beating ol’ Z you done fugged up somewhere in your life. Now, mommy shoulda told jew dat in your life lessons.
Lesson 1. Clean your room.
Lesson 2. Daddy only hits me cuz I deserve it.
Lesson 3. Drinking is how daddy copes with being a failure
Lesson 4 ( and this is the big one ) dont go stickin your three inch pettah peckah where it don’t belong in Ol’ Z’s biz->nasty.
So yo dearly dead mama-dukes went and taught you all those fine lessons and you were scared to be yo daddy? Christ if I had a dollar for every gimmicked Bimmy n Jimmy that were so angry at the world cuz they daddy failed at life.
News flash, Bucky -> the world dont care that your daddy got laid off from his job at the plant and started drinking and fucking the town whore ( pst, that's your mom ). That aint ground breaking, Earth shattering news. That aint character development. Hell, that's not even the plot of a Hallmark movie. That's just a sad fact of your miserable little life in bum fuck wiskokie oaklahoma or where ever the fugg you from.
I fuggin swear that, every skinny emo scene skah boy with razor blade skid marks on his arms wants to pretend that they got that Dark Hado energy brewding up deep inside them just waiting for the chance for they Naruto hoe-cuck-ie to manifest its self into something greater than a hot topic T-shirt. But like I get it. You aint got no mama, no daddy you just a lost boy tryin to be a man in a world of men wit no one tah teach you.
I’ll teach you. Home boy, I’ll teach you a lot. You turnt up to the Jim Beam. Jim Beam and Jack Daniels are everybodies uncle but everybody so quick to blame they uncles. Aint they fault that you cant control yourself.
You gotta light kick, light kick, forward light punch, light kick some pussy and you aint even got the dick control to do so.
Listen, Wolf. Listen, Spartan you both took your best shots in Jersey. And trust ya boi when he tells yuu that it wasnt enough. I know what you thinking:
“ Gah, ZMAC, Wolf pinned you for the belt.”
Tru N if he hadnt pinned me, I would have Dove killed him and he woulda lost. I’ll give it to Wolf that he made the smart choice in the short term to be the first evah and no one can take it away from him
Except… except the man who created horror kore to begin with. In the long term Wolf, you know you made a grave mistake cuz Honey Badger is relentless in his pursuit of all things. Drugs, money, my sister in law… that Horror Kore strap you got there. All things are relative. I get it though, you’re trying to hold to something because you know I can take it away. You know that I’ve had my continued success in the sun just by being a scum bag without ever really trying. That eats at you. I get it -> It eats at everybody because champions aint supposed to look like me and yet ya boi, hes got the gift of gab and the gift of jab and I’m puttin Oliver twist here right back to work.
As for Spartan, he wont bend or break or quit. I like that. I like a challenge -> but you aint a challenge. I can tell you son that you dont want to be in this division me -> or any division with the pale rider. Look, I aint here for my good looks, buff bod for awesome tan lines. I’m here because I put working classes asses into working class seats. I get them to buy merch, thousands and thousands of green backs worth of merch while you yellow bellys cower and cry cuz youse grown men suckin your thumbs and sniffin ya dead mamas hand bag talkin bout them good ol’ times when you were a poor abused youths. Now look at chus, you just poor abused men tryin to convince the world of something that you cant even convince yourselves of:
That you’re real men.
Now you want to walk around here like you’re real champions. Champions of what, exactly; that 1-21 gun salute. I mean that Blue Octobers commin up real fast but you gotta remember that we still in the Summer of Z. I still got my swim trunks and my ricky flippy floppys on. I’m splashin about in dat water and I’m havin fun and we all havin fun
But you go in that water, son, sharks in that water.
This shark. Our shark. That Great White man eatah. The one that you say you don’t fear but considering that you ah->skaired of the shadow from yo daddys belt and your little SLICKNESS swoons over the thought of yo mama - > Nah sunfish, go try and bamboozle somebody who cant rub two brain cells together cuz ya boi -> He aint it.
Now, I think you callin Adam Dante a liar, a fool and a poor leader since you think you can pull your woolen ballsack over his eyes. You tryin to tea bag Adam Dante, boi? You tryin to roast the chestnuts before the roat beast finish in the oven? Nah couldnt be Dean Wolf.
Hows bout you Spartan? You ready to convince the world that you’re going to come out on top? Are you prepared to lie to your boss on Netflix that you’ve come here to do X when you cant even do A -> W? Lets just be honest here cuz you were a non factor in that Hardcore match. Wolf and I -> well -> Mainly just I did all the damn work. All Wolf did was remember how to do a skool boy. He really pulled a Gary Glitter on me and snuck up on me when I wasnt lookin.
T R A G I C
But it aint as tragic as what I’mma do to ya’ll this week at the Alpha Showdown. Boys I’m just itchin for a fight and since ya’ll MAN enough to lip awf, ya’ll man enough to get lipped on as I crush your skulls with cheers, hit a bump of that Columbian Pancake Powder and just put you two cryin bitches to bed. That is well -> after I wake this bad bitch up from her dirt nap
* Ya boi keeps diggin, hittin pay dirt with each scoop, the shovel bouncing off the coffin of somebody.. Maybe even Mama Wolf. Maybe if we’re so fortunate. ZMAC bends down, wipes the dirt away, smiling a coked up smile and whistles a sea shanty*
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
Wolf, Spartan. We just gettin started. I told you, you better bring a tall glass to that ring cuz I'm willin to bet I can get a drop of milk out these dusty bones. Especially considering all the milking you do off my career.
Remember boy, you’ll you’ll sink beneath them waves and you’ll all float down here.
