Post by ZMAC on Sept 24, 2019 20:31:23 GMT -5
RP 1
APW World Championship
Smith Jones 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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Chapter I: The Masuda Problem
SMITH JONES: “The Masuda Corporation is a problem. I don’t want a single member of the Alpha Professional Wrestling roster to rest on a single laurel on this. Lace up. Show up. Every Monday! Because, we all know that Masuda Jubei and anyone associated with Masuda Jubei are the type of people who want to take something good and pure and make it into something dark and twisty like the depths of their own souls.
The Masuda Corporation is a problem
The Masuda Corporation is a problem
The Masuda Corporation is a problem
The problem Winston, is that you’re too self-righteous to know when you done fugged up. A Tonne of feathers is still a fuckin tonne. See, I know a lot about taking something good and pure and twisting it-> Perverting it. Do you know what Masuda knows about it; not a god damned thing.
SMITH JONES: “This match is being billed as a regular one fall APW World Heavyweight Wrestling Championship Match, but I promise you this will be more than just any other singles match. The rules of your world do not apply to me, Jubei. I am going to push things all the way to the Point of Controversy and make people question whether the referee should stop the match or not. Is it illegal for me to rip a leg off and beat Masuda to death with it? Is that a foreign object? Would it be wrong of me to German suplex him off the top rope and out into the crowd where he lands neck-first on a recently vacated steel chair? If I shatter Masuda’s C7 with a particularly malicious Sleep Paralysis release dragon suplex against the edge of the steel ring steps, should the ref call the match right there or ask for medical attention? Some people still achieve greatness with broken parts. Let’s watch the referee decide what kind of superstar he thinks Masuda Jubei is. Because I’m tired of all the fun and games. I’m sick of watching The Master enjoy the spoils of combat when I’m right here lacing up and showing up every week. I have only one focus. I am your next champion. The first time I laced up a boot, it wasn’t for friends or colleagues or any person at all but ME. Sure, it’s nice to hear the fans chant Smitty, Smitty, Smitty every single week, but they know that I could care less what they think of me! I’m sick of people. I’m done with doing what everyone else thinks is right and getting a pat on the head for my efforts. NO ONE defines me. There are NO RULES EVER. How will I dethrone Masuda Jubei, Troy Butler?”
Point of Controversy.
CONTROVERSY.
Remember, Winston, those are your famous last words and trust me-> they will be your last words.
This was your absolute best attempt to defeat a man you had clear contempt for. You failed. You failed because you don’t know the first thing about controversy. Now ain’t that a damn shame, Winston. Question is, what have you done since then and now except Jack and Shit?
The problem, Winston is that you’re too self-righteous to know when you done fugged up. A Tonne of feathers is still a fuckin tonne, you vernishious twitt. See, that's the problem, you have this idea of what pro wrestling should be. You talked about rallying the troops and taking back whats yours.
You should have looked behind you. No one was following because you don’t know how to lead. You tried to appeal to the handful of saints in a world full of sinners and trust me when I tell you that Masuda was very much in the former. I know sinners, Winston. Mommy was a sinner when she stained the white birthday cake with the bane of her menstrual maddness.
I know sinners, Winston. I know deep, I know dark, I know the Abyssal specter of no return. I am them. I embody them. The Honey Badger, the Coked Up Mad Man, The Pale Rider. You should ask around; I’m sure that my reputation precedes me.
But Masuda, he was no sinner.
You talked about corruption. I know corruption. I know Nepotism. I know about Oligarchies and Monarchies. You think you’re being held down? Bah, you scrub. Being held down is when the boss tells you to your FACE that:
“Oh ZMAC, you’re so over with the crowd, you don’t need a world title.”
Zombie McMorris is very much adept in the concept of absolutes-> concepts that you are clearly uncomfortable with.
You talked about how *they* were going to turn this company into a sadistic playground.
You talked about how everyone was gonna get beat down by that ‘cool group’ from 2019
The truth about me, Winston is that I’m a one man gang-bang. And all this time you tried to turn a scarecrow into a boogy-man when the real babba Yagga was right there the whole time
In the shadows.
Moose out front shoulda told jew.
One thing that struck me cross though is that you feel you’re taking something back. Tell me, Winston, what is it that you own?
You told the world that you feared him. You feared him because he was above you. What level of fear do you express for me?
As far as I’m concerned, Winston, The Masuda Corp has crumbled and there you stand with nothing to show for it because you didnt cause it. However, in the rubble of your Masuda Problem-
The Vapor King Rises.
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Chapter II: MADMAN SUPREME
Metal 9/23/19 post match.
* Danni Applegate catches up to ZMAC in the halls of the arena after his win and the fact that he is going to Supremacy. ZMAC, man of the people is in the main concession halls, drinking cheap beer from paper cups. By the time Danni reaches him, he is soaked in beer as the fans rally and mosh all around him chanting his name. Danni gets pushed, shoved, pinched and touched by the rough crowd but she manages to get to ZMAC for an interview. *
Danni: ZMAC, ZMAC! Oh my, Congrats on the win. We havent seen you for such a long time and for you to come back and win your opportunity to fight Smith Jones for the vacant APW World Championship at Supremacy - its nothing short of amazing.
ZMAC: Danni, let me tell you something. It wasnt impressive but it was exactly what was needed.
* ZMAC drinks another cup of beer as the fans continue to chant his name. *
ZMAC: I havent been here in months but this right here, this is energy. This is LIFE that I’m injecting into APW because they need it. Aint nobody got time for that one man crusade bullshit that Winston Jones is trying to pull. Hey - Hey, who’d jawya’ll come tah see?
Crowd: ZMAC ZMAC ZMAC!
Danni: What are you going to do against Smith Jones, he’s been wanting this title match for a long time.
ZMAC: Guys, what are we gonna do?
Crowd: KILL. ZMAC. KILL
ZMAC: Winston wants something that I’ve been questing for, for a near decade. The difference is that I have the grass root movement to do it. Its a world title match and it means a lot but its gonna mean a hellavah lot more to these guys. This match this week was easy. Theres no one in APW who could beat me aside from maybe, Odin Balfore. Right now, I’m just looking forward to beating Smith Jones in the middle of the ring. I dont need to say how I’m going to rip him apart- that just comes with the territory. Things will be a bit more, cerebral. I’m going to dove kill him right there at Supremacy and end all these little chances that he seems to keep getting. At Supremacy, his luck runs out and that horse shoe up his ass starts to go septic as I stomp his rib cage in back through his spine. I have the chance for a world title and I’m not taking it lightly.
Danni: So what can we expect to see from you?
ZMAC: Focused intensity. I’m here to win that APW World title and be world champion. Smith Jones thinks its suddenly his birthright and the only thing he has the right to is be ripping him a new axe wound. From what I’ve gathered over the past few weeks, this little revenge match against Masuda has been all he could talk about. A Vapor King has no need for a white knight. I don’t need a saviour because there aint no savin me. Of course, like all things, leave it to Ol’ Z to spoil that little party that he wanted so bad. Make sure you tell him that ZMACs not gonna just let this come easy. In fact,
Kummin is the loudest thing we do!
I know that Smith Jones thinks of him the hero against Masuda but I’m an entirely different kind of evil.
I know Smith Jones. I can see him. The real him. Inside he’s ugly.
Crowd: UGLY LIKE ME! I CAN SEE THROUGH YOU, SEE YOU’RE TRUE COLORS!
ZMAC: like I said Danni, for Smith, he feels this is his by right but this is wrestling and in wrestling, you get nothing by right except these hands. We might be fighting at Supremacy, there aint nothing supreme about him. Ol Z on the other hand-> I’ve been showin you what I’m about for years and that's why I’m here.
I’m already the world champion. Jones just dont know it yet but he will and when he does, it’ll be too late… because he won’t be making it out of here alive.
Crowd: AND HE’LL FLOAT DOWN HERE!
ZMAC: Aye, Danni. They always float down here and Sunday Night-> Smith Jones will too and ya boi, Ol’ Z will be APW World Champion.
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Chapter III: I WILL BETRAY YOU
Winston, Masuda is gone. Accept that. Breathe easy and sleep sleezy with that nugget resting firmly in the back of your noggin. That ‘super cool group’ of 2019 that you wernt apart of is gone. There is no phantom for you to revolt against. There is no faction for you to rebel. No Machine to rage against. What does Winston Smith Jones do now that he has no credible motivation?
Well, lets see if I can help you with that.
You’re afraid someone is going to pervert this company? [ check ]
You’re afraid that I’m going to cast my will upon this company? [ check ]
You’re afraid that I’m going to make a mockery of this company? [ check ]
You heard Charmane. She would leave this company if they dare promote me in general, let alone as world champion.
I am an affront to this industry because I’m not some preppy little fuccboi like you on this sliding grey scale face and heel.
I’m the annomoly. The inigma. I’m so gross, that I’m clean. I’m so hated that I’m face. I’m so crude that I’m lovable. I’m so disloyal, I’m the most trusted.
How does a man like me exist? How? Simple: by not being guys like Winston Smith Jones.
To put it bluntly, Winston, I make your phantom fears of Masuda look childish. I told you that you should ask around as to why I’m here.
Here In handcuffs. In restraints. I’m going to molly wopp your broke ass and this isnt even my final form.
Its banned.
TRUE Immortal Coked Up Maddness is not allowed in Alpha Pro Wrestling. True Immortal Coked Up Maddness in wrestling is in some twitter archive stashed on a harddrive, buried in a desk draw packed away in some storage unit in Reading, PA.
My entire career is like a game of Jumanji. No matter how cautious you are with it, it still finds a way to ruin everything. Yet theres always someone who thinks that they can control it.
They cant.
Too bad for you that even with this self imposed handicap on my limits, I’m still going to body your punk ass. You talked about ripping off Masudas leg, Please; I’ll cut mine off and mail it to you myself.
I’m known for being hardcore, deceptive, daring, self endangering and brutal. I am ultra violent. So if that's what you want to do this week -> my dicks already hard and you already lost. However, if you want advice, Honey Badgers honest truth, It would be:
RUN.
Quit now.
Save yourself. Trust me when I tell you that there is no honor in trying to slay this dragon. Hate tends to corrupt the most noble of causes and I have a way of sinking my tendrils into your soul and making you hate.
Ask Wolf. Ask him how I made him betray himself. See, that's the thing, Winston, once you start playing this game that you started with Me-> theres no stopping it.
You’ll become everything you hate without even realizing it.
You wanted the glory.
You wanted to take the stand.
You wanted YOUR title shot.
Someone else was in your spot light. You were afraid of that so you tried to make a rallying cry that fell on deaf ears.
In the middle of the ring, there will be thousands of those deaf ears and they’ll all be chanting “ZMAC! ZMAC!” They know the roads I’ve traveled and the things I’ve done to get into this match. And you know what, when I hit you with a Lou Thez Press and start being your brains in and all you hear is:
KILL. ZMAC. KILL
You’ll know that the fans were never on your side.
God, was never on your side.
And I’ll be APW World Champion.
LOL
You, You toiled and tried and failed and cried against Masuda to get here, hoping to have one final showdown in which now you feel robbed out of because he died.
I got here because put on a fake mustache and sold a chicken sandwich.
Wrestling is.. Funny like that, Winston.
That's the difference between us, Winston. I sell Merch. I put asses in seats. People want to see me kill or be killed but aint nobody paying a dime to see you specifically fulfill either category.
Your career is just collateral damage. A weed being trampled under the wheel. I know that you want to break that wheel but no one ever breaks the wheel, they just slowly become the wheel. You have shown me in your past that you want the world title at any cost; even at the cost of your own principles.
You were just that creepy little emo kid that liked to hurt people back in XHW, right? You were out to get noticed because you didnt know what that word really means. You hurt a dude?
Cute.
I threw a guy into a volcano.
You win match of the year. I kill people. You win storyline of the year-> Zombie McMorris is real life.
So lets not pretend like chairshots and thumb tacks are things that are going to harm me.
Super chicken-wing suplex -> whatever me into the steel steps like wanted to do to Masuda. Bonnie Blue, my sister in law, broke my neck in a match once; I went on in the same night to win another title.
You don’t wanna lose a world title match to guy whos neck you broke, do you?
LMAO
This match is for a world title and if you couldnt handle yourself against Masuda, you sure as hell couldnt handle me and my Falcon Punch, the curb stomp, the world tour, the stunner before I hit you with a Dove Killah and lay your little journey to fuccboi pergatory and you never even think about sniffin my jock for your own benefit again. Supremacy is where your main event aspirations end and my world title ascension begins.
But alas, I suppose you want to continue with this match and I suppose you want blood.
And yes, there will be blood.
Not only will there be blood but I’ll make you betray yourself.
And that's the real massacre yet to come.
Trust me.
CONQUER. THE. HATE
