Death Give and Death Takes
Sept 20, 2019 20:11:44 GMT -5
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Post by ZMAC on Sept 20, 2019 20:11:44 GMT -5
Masuda Jubei Memorial Contendership Match
Charmaine DaGawd ™ vs Noris Cranley vs Zombie McMorris
Rated Z for fuccboi destroying content, adult themes and the type of shit to get your dick hard, clit wet and unspecified gender moist.
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Yo, Norris, guess ya bois gonna get up and murk you first.
[ ZMAC flips through the script ]
OH
You’re one of those F****ts.
Wid dat wide eye’d hopefulness and dat woesome shoot. Its like I aint the most charismatic and talented cunt-a-linguist on the roster.
Those Minnesota twins just hit the back button when this shit gets to be too much cuz boy -> is this gonna be too much.
See, Norris, My name is Zombie McMorris. I’m kinda famous for havin the gift of gab and the gift of jap and we puttin those Shai memez right back tah werk. Make a Negress booty clap, Popeyes just slide that chicken Sangwich betwix her booty cheeks like a credit check
And shes the first Africano to get a perfect credit skore.
Until this week.
Back tah you, doe, Norris. I dunno you. Hell, I don’t expect you to know me.
Fuckin christ I dont even know who Wasbai Jubootti is.
[ zmac checks the script again. ]
LOL
The fuckin world champion and ol’ Z’s over here havin to Pay-roove hizzelf against you and the Nubian queen wit the black berry juice drippin down her thigh like a honey suckle suprise.
Make no mistake about this, boi, you worked hard to get in this match. SHE worked hard to get into this match. Ol’ Z just got back from vacation. Let that sink for a moment.
Ol Z, hasnt wrestled in weeks. Prolly months. And I’m here getting ready with that Fat man,Little Boi, Wasabi Masuda destroyin power and legit, 5 mins ago, I didnt even know who that was.
And Honey Badger dont give a shit. ( LOL my guy-> Masuda died like last week, get the fugg back from vacation and murk these fools )
LOL
That's the difference between you, Charmaine and the Coked Up Mad Man. When you just whole scale power your way through the industry with a flavah that the fans crave, tht vulgar, death flavor that puts asses on the edge of their seats while fuccbois like you do 450 splashes into the shallow end of the talent pool -
Ol’ Z is gettin tossed into volcanos and getting blown apart by nukes. I got that Atomic fire powah. I’m ultra violent and I’m ready to tear you to fuckin tatters.
You might think that Masuda is the biggest star in this company but Nah, just.. Nope. ( LOL he aint even the biggest star in the cemetery. )
When you need a real fan favorite. You call ya boi. I aint here to inspire. Trust me when I tell you that the world is shit.
Trust me when I tell you that I’m going to hit you with that Dove Killah and beat you till you’re already dead.
Trust me.
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Chapter I: Honey GlaZed
* Check ya boi, stretched out in one of those TV kitchens. White Mans Uber Mench on his chin, Colonial Sanders thru-in N drivin-thru-out. Now, normally, our boi is Popeyes bound and popeyes bread but they aint got no bread and too many sad souls been showin up with triskets, old pizza boxes -> just tryna get a slice. Theres contractual obligations on the matter but when you aint got the bread to spare than you aint must got that cheddah. That Kentucky Colonial doe, he always been a dignified gent, dapper in a white suite
White purity.
White was also the color of cocaine and cocaine accessories. Holla at the Honey Badger, I tell you what. Taste the streetz, not cha teeth. But ol’ Z dressed as the Colonial was here to pitch you you that fried piece of white mans heaven topped and power bottomed by two fine ass, honey ass, glazed donuts.
Ya’ll Nillas train and ZMAC gets paid. Learn the fuggin difference, fuccbois.
The camera zooms in on ZMAC with the power white beard offset by his yellow eyes, holding a silver tray with the sandwich on it.
AHEM *
ZMAC: Ah shit, its ya boi, ol Z, Colonial of the angus and Colonial of this here, KFCs brand NEW, chicken sangwhich. Now I know ya’ll remember that double down joint with the chicken then the bacon then the chicken well this right here went and gave yo grannie a heart attack. Shee-it, Charmaine, the blackberry Goddess over here already testing POS-OH-OH-OH-OH -TIVE for diabeetus just lookin at what ol’ Z got in his greezy clutches.
We got glazed donut
* ZMAC switches to camera 2. *
DATS Right.
* switches back to camera 1. *
We gots chicken
* ZMAC quickly licks his finger tips as he transitions back to camera 2. *
And we got another glazed donut. ZMAC will come to your house tonight and saw awf ya foot. You don’t need it anyway; where the hell you walkin to? Dont walk, run, take the bus, get a horse and rob a train. Go join the Taliban and get yourself a 737. Sell rocks on the streets cuz this shit is fyah and it just aint gotta last!!
* switch back ovah to camera 2 *
Just like ya’ll wont last this week. Ya’ll dont know ol’ Z but dont let this board and dressah drag fool you- > The Coked up madman is the most dangerous thing comin or goin in this industry. Ya’ll want your opportunities and Honey Badger just wants to take them away from you. However, that's just small time thinkin and ya boi is big dick swingin.
* switch back to camera 1. *
Big dick swinging just like the brand new KFC Glazed Donut Chicken Sammich and if you come to any one of Alpha Pros shows between now and halloween and we’ll put pumpkin spice salvia on this bitch and melt ya punk azzes on tah the floor.
* 13.66 flashes on the screen as ZMAC pans back to camera 2. *
That's what ya’ll wanted, right? Melt into the floor -> make an impact. Challenge the china ching chong to a game of ding dong ditch and see who can tank this company faster, either of you bold faced clowns or the Miami fuggin Dolphins. Billy B is in the fuggin Aether, wreckin an own division from within -> Just like ya boy. Just like the Honey Badger Glazed Sammich from KFC gonna destroy you from within. Circlin your arteries with that Heart attack destroy button. The Honey Badger gone be circlin you both if’in you be thinkin you gone make it out of this match A-live.
Spoilers: No one makes it out of this alive.
Aint like I’mma consider beatin you both as an accomplishment. I’m a bigger star in this industry than the world champion is.
* snap back to camera 1. *
But I aint a bigger star than this here Honey Badger Glazed Donut Chicken sammich! Act now, act fast because time is runnin out!
* back to camera 2. *
Time is runnin out.
Trust me.
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Chapter II: Masuda, Gone too Soon LOL
… Wait.. hold up.
Masuda is dead? Like.. fah real? N the belts vacant? He died at XIII?
Welp, that's one way to go and who killed him?
Jayson fuggin Price.
That's some Seth Lerch bookin if I ever heard it. Leave it to CD to book APWs world champion to get straight murked by one half of the mushroom Mandingo
LOL
Oh my fuggin gawd so I gotta fight Smith for the world title at
[ checks notes ]
Supremacy.
So Smith, this all should be going to you.
Forgive me ( lol dont forgive him) but I had no idea that you were even a thing. You find yourself as a number one contender for a dead mans belt.
* snff *
Funny, Ol Z knows a thing or two about death and dyin. Well, I guess that Masuda does too but you cant exactly go ask him but I mean, soon.
LOL
As yourself, Smith, is that prize worth me? Is it worth dyin by my hands so you sniff the jock of the man that Jay fuggin Price kilt?
Adam Dante, where you findin these guys?
World champions are droppin like.. Doves… up in here.
And now -> now -> ol boy bout to drayop anuddah.
I’m sorry ( not sorry. )
LOLOL
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Chapter III: Death IN Many Faces
Pantheon Tower West. Hawaii.
* While back Home from a summer off, ZMAC raps his knuckles in the doorway as Ruby Redd unpacks, clothes scattered on the bed. The room is dark, with scant sunlight bleeding in. ZMACs eyes are always well adjusted to the dark as he watches Ruby unpack. *
Ruby: It was nice of Irina to give us the summer off, I always enjoy our time off the road together. Going to festivals, seafood bakes, the tall ships, the amusements parks.
ZMAC: My ill mannered name recognition does make for good publicity for the company.
Ruby: And to think that Masuda died by Jay Price.
* that share a side glance and laugh together. *
Ruby: That little scrub deserved it, then.
ZMAC: Now they’re stuck holding the bag. A vacated title and not a worthy challenger in sight, just Smith Jones and eternal sadness.
Ruby: I’m sure whoever he faces will be thrilled.
* Rubys B-cups leak with sarcasm. *
ZMAC: That's just it, Rube, its me and no I’m not thrilled. I came back to a contenders match against Charmaine and some bum named Norris.
Ruby: I’m sure they’re hungry.. Heh.
ZMAC: Hungry, starvin and about to make all the wrong choices in life. They foolishly think that this is an opportunity when it aint. My first match back in months- litteral months is a contendership for a belt that until like five minutes ago, I didnt know the champ was dead. It be tragic if it wasnt so funny that it came at the hands of Jay Price. However, that shit was five minutes ago and this is now and right now, unbeknownst to Charmane and Norris, this is a fight for their lives. They don’t know what to do with the immortal coked up madman. They wont know the hell that I bring upon them till its too late. I’ve been everywhere, I’ve done everything and that vacation was a blessing.
Ruby: HA! Whos blessing you?
ZMAC: Irina put me into this match. Got me out of everyones mind and now- the Pale Rider returns. Smithy Jones aint going to have a fucking clue what to do with me at Supremacy- except fall to his knees and suck my Tommy Lee bitch beater and beg for a quick death. And to think that Norris was giving him props for shit that aint no one heard of when theres people IN this company that know every fucking thing that I’ve done. They know the legend and by the time Norris finds out, It’ll be too late.
Truthfully, Homeboys too green to walk up and get a world title match but please, suck my dick and see how far that gets him.
LOL his last promo was straight up ass.
* ZMAC stares off into the great nowhere and speaks directly to your soul *
Norris, put this part on rewind-> -> repeat.
You’re a face, you fucking mongoloid. If you ever disrespect the OG like you tried to come at Smithy, that cock-eyed austic nutsack, I’ll fucking find you and lay the boots to you till theres nothing left and if’in you be thinkin that runnin your mouth is how you gone beat me, then shit son, you havent been paying attention.
This week, I’m going to ruin that wet little dream you have. Don’t be concerned with twenty thousand eyes. Only two. Big. Yellow eyes.
Like a dolls eyes that roll into the back of my skull when I have prey in my hands and I’m wailing away on you until the ref has no choice but to take pity on your pathetic soul and end the match. Poor Charmane won’t even be a factor; shes too busy on the Gram
LOL
Shes a ruler, a conquer, a queen bee.
Welp, I’m something of a ruler myself. I rule over the fucbois and the homo thugs. I rule over the pretentious pretenders like her that think because she got good looks that she can succeed in this busy.
Clearly a man such as I with the scars and the hair and vulgarity of it all cant succeed in this company.
I’m not you. I’m not Norris and it eats you both up inside.
And trust me, I’mma eat you both up inside. Outside.
Soul and all.
This match will be a test of what you can do and if either of you are worth my time or what will soon be MY APW world championship. I’m going to hit you both with a Dove Killah and maybe, CC, maybe you’ll have the pleasure of a real man on top of you for once in your life.
And APW will have a real champion for the very first time. Death has many faces and well, Death takes one and Death gives one back and he ALWAYS throws me back. Just that, a Coked Up Madmans work is never done and wont be done till I'm the very best in this company. and given my competition, that shouldnt be too hard.
Because, face it. I know you. I know the both of you.
ON the inside, you’re ugly.
Ugly like me.
I can see through you.
I can see the real you.
And Monday night, you’ll both float down here.
Oh yes. You’ll both float down here.
CONQUER. THE. HATE
