Post by ZMAC on Oct 6, 2019 13:09:13 GMT -5
RP 1
APW World Championship Contendership
Ultimate Destroyer 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.
_______________________
Chapter I: E V E R Y I N C H
Winston. I’ll send this shit out to you right now but it aint over between us and trust me when I tell you that I’lll be getting that APW championship. Ruby was right when she told me to be myself however ol’ bean done goofed when he tried to be sumthin other than was he really is.
I’m a rapist
A killer
A spoiler.
Now, Ol’ Z didnt let you off easy. You escaped. That dont happen often so APW will only have you to blame for all this.
Every fucking inch.
Take a breath.
Exhale.
All. The. Way. In.
___________________________
Chapter: Back to the Past
The Year is 2041
Fuccbois have taken over Pro Wrestling with their “26 yr old billionaire” that also has a taste for violence, bullshit. They routinely blur the lines between heel and face, insisting that they are madmen but the fans love them, regardless of what they do in the ring and the fagggotry that they display out of it. The V A P O R W A V E future looks sad, limp and un-erect. Smith Jones of APW and Dandy Devito of Action Wrestling are patient zeros DIS-respectively.
Odin Balfore is on his 41st year in Pro wrestling and sits on a throne of skull and bones from all the jobbers he done kilt. This neo jobber distopia is a result of poor management. It was all in the interest of ‘fairness,’ that ‘other stars’ need a chance to shine.
Mud dont shine, you jaybrones. Odin Balfore spends his continuing career to try and prevent this type of future mutual destruction of Pro Wrestling and this shit cant stand. *
ODIN BALFORE ( snorting)
This shit cant stand.
* The All Father drums his fingers along his jawline, pondering a solution to this problem. Preventable measures must be taken. *
ODIN BALFORE
Preventable measures must be taken. Bad Booking must be stopped. These fuccbois must be dealt with. Too bad all time traveling technology has been destroyed or else I could go back myself and take care of this and right the wrongs.
* The All Father looks over to the right and quietly laments the sight of a tombstone. *
[ Corey Black. King of Wrestlers 1982 - 2035. ]
ODIN BALFORE
We’ll get them, old friend.
* Odin thinks a moment more. *
ODIN BALFORE
Old friend… old friend, indeed.
* Odin pushes himself off his throne, walks down on the hill of bones that it sits on and marches through the distopian hellscape to a tent.
First there was swearing. Oh fuck. OH FUCK. Oh shit. Oh god. Fuck you. Fuck yoo--oo-ouuu
Then there was some kind of physical fight.
Then one of them blew the other one away.
ZMAC emerges from the tent in nothing but unbutton jeans and finishing off an apple. *
ZMAC
God, I sure do wish theres more of them.
* ZMAC tosses the apple over his shoulder and dusts off his hands. *
ODIN BALFORE
Z, what were you doing in there?
ZMAC
Interrogating.
ODIN BALFORE
I thought I recognized one of thier voices.
ZMAC
Nah. * zmac shakes his head.* nah, ya didnt.
ODIN BALFORE
Walk with me, ZMAC. I think I figured out a way to undo this entire fuccboi timeline brought on by Smith Jones, Dandy Devito and the Clone Army.
ZMAC
Ight, just one second.
* ZMAC digs a coin out of his pocket and flicks it into tent with his thumb. *
ZMAC
Keep the change, ya weeping angel.
* Odin and zmac begin walk and talk away from the tent. *
ODIN BALFORE
Z, does your future tech still work? Can you still go back to the past at will?
* ZMAC looks at his cybernetic left hand. *
ZMAC
Yah, I think I can do that?
ODIN BALFORE
Good. listen to me carefully. I need you to go back in time and NOT SCREW THIS UP. Go back in time, right after Supremacy and I need you to win that tournament.
ZMAC
You just tell yourself not to Ragnarok me out of my boots this time and let Destroyer pick up the win.
ODIN BALFORE
That was my B.
ZMAC
Yah, it was. So go back in time, beat Smith Jones, create an alternate future or else this one wont exist -> therefore we couldnt be havin this conversation and in the alternate timeline, all shits gravy?
ODIN BALFORE
Indeed. All shit should be gravy. Go get checked out by the Full Metal Falcons and get cybernetically enhanced; you’ll need it for your mission.
/FLASH_FORWARD.EXE
* Odin back sitting on his throne as ZMAC approaches*
ZMAC
Its time to go back
ODIN BALFORE
Find them. Silence them.
* ZMAC twists a dial that's mounted on the top of his right hand as a portal opens up a few yards away from him. He lights up a clove cigarette and steps through it. *
img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071223054721/terminator/images/6/6c/Time_displacement_sphere.jpg
_____________________________
Chapter: to Destroy
Destroyer, Its going to start with you; an unfortunate casualty of collateral damage. Its starts here because it has to start somewhere and I gotta go come here back in time to fix that fuck up of bad booking an Fem-Ill-lumi-naughty. Like Liz Warren whipping a 24 year old marine. Turn that devil dog into a weekend warrior till be jizzes the sad jazz. Like TAPS, every time he nuts. Somewhere in the distance Jay Price is signing himself up to re-enlist. Just like you re-enlisted to sign up for APW. You’re masocistic ass aint ready to call the jobber career quits. This is a damn main event. I dont think I ever even seen you in a main event in all your years.
I’ve been sent back to destroy you. Destroy everybody. That's what APW needs. They dont need ol Z to play nice. They need me to get back in this and fuck everybody up. I’m going to split your skull open, you glorified jobber. The world knows that you dont need to be in the main event or in this tournament. This is just battle by fire for me. Win all these tournaments, walk up to smith JOnes and clobber that flaming ******* with my bare hands till theres nothing left but his myspace account.
Dont worry, UD. I wont go easy. It’ll be over quickly. I got shit to do.
I’m going to hit you with a dove killah in the middle of the ring, move onto the next victim and then the final victim.
Snith Jones.
APW World Championship Contendership
Ultimate Destroyer 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.
_______________________
Chapter I: E V E R Y I N C H
Winston. I’ll send this shit out to you right now but it aint over between us and trust me when I tell you that I’lll be getting that APW championship. Ruby was right when she told me to be myself however ol’ bean done goofed when he tried to be sumthin other than was he really is.
I’m a rapist
A killer
A spoiler.
Now, Ol’ Z didnt let you off easy. You escaped. That dont happen often so APW will only have you to blame for all this.
Every fucking inch.
Take a breath.
Exhale.
All. The. Way. In.
___________________________
Chapter: Back to the Past
The Year is 2041
Fuccbois have taken over Pro Wrestling with their “26 yr old billionaire” that also has a taste for violence, bullshit. They routinely blur the lines between heel and face, insisting that they are madmen but the fans love them, regardless of what they do in the ring and the fagggotry that they display out of it. The V A P O R W A V E future looks sad, limp and un-erect. Smith Jones of APW and Dandy Devito of Action Wrestling are patient zeros DIS-respectively.
Odin Balfore is on his 41st year in Pro wrestling and sits on a throne of skull and bones from all the jobbers he done kilt. This neo jobber distopia is a result of poor management. It was all in the interest of ‘fairness,’ that ‘other stars’ need a chance to shine.
Mud dont shine, you jaybrones. Odin Balfore spends his continuing career to try and prevent this type of future mutual destruction of Pro Wrestling and this shit cant stand. *
ODIN BALFORE ( snorting)
This shit cant stand.
* The All Father drums his fingers along his jawline, pondering a solution to this problem. Preventable measures must be taken. *
ODIN BALFORE
Preventable measures must be taken. Bad Booking must be stopped. These fuccbois must be dealt with. Too bad all time traveling technology has been destroyed or else I could go back myself and take care of this and right the wrongs.
* The All Father looks over to the right and quietly laments the sight of a tombstone. *
[ Corey Black. King of Wrestlers 1982 - 2035. ]
ODIN BALFORE
We’ll get them, old friend.
* Odin thinks a moment more. *
ODIN BALFORE
Old friend… old friend, indeed.
* Odin pushes himself off his throne, walks down on the hill of bones that it sits on and marches through the distopian hellscape to a tent.
First there was swearing. Oh fuck. OH FUCK. Oh shit. Oh god. Fuck you. Fuck yoo--oo-ouuu
Then there was some kind of physical fight.
Then one of them blew the other one away.
ZMAC emerges from the tent in nothing but unbutton jeans and finishing off an apple. *
ZMAC
God, I sure do wish theres more of them.
* ZMAC tosses the apple over his shoulder and dusts off his hands. *
ODIN BALFORE
Z, what were you doing in there?
ZMAC
Interrogating.
ODIN BALFORE
I thought I recognized one of thier voices.
ZMAC
Nah. * zmac shakes his head.* nah, ya didnt.
ODIN BALFORE
Walk with me, ZMAC. I think I figured out a way to undo this entire fuccboi timeline brought on by Smith Jones, Dandy Devito and the Clone Army.
ZMAC
Ight, just one second.
* ZMAC digs a coin out of his pocket and flicks it into tent with his thumb. *
ZMAC
Keep the change, ya weeping angel.
* Odin and zmac begin walk and talk away from the tent. *
ODIN BALFORE
Z, does your future tech still work? Can you still go back to the past at will?
* ZMAC looks at his cybernetic left hand. *
ZMAC
Yah, I think I can do that?
ODIN BALFORE
Good. listen to me carefully. I need you to go back in time and NOT SCREW THIS UP. Go back in time, right after Supremacy and I need you to win that tournament.
ZMAC
You just tell yourself not to Ragnarok me out of my boots this time and let Destroyer pick up the win.
ODIN BALFORE
That was my B.
ZMAC
Yah, it was. So go back in time, beat Smith Jones, create an alternate future or else this one wont exist -> therefore we couldnt be havin this conversation and in the alternate timeline, all shits gravy?
ODIN BALFORE
Indeed. All shit should be gravy. Go get checked out by the Full Metal Falcons and get cybernetically enhanced; you’ll need it for your mission.
/FLASH_FORWARD.EXE
* Odin back sitting on his throne as ZMAC approaches*
ZMAC
Its time to go back
ODIN BALFORE
Find them. Silence them.
* ZMAC twists a dial that's mounted on the top of his right hand as a portal opens up a few yards away from him. He lights up a clove cigarette and steps through it. *
img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071223054721/terminator/images/6/6c/Time_displacement_sphere.jpg
_____________________________
Chapter: to Destroy
Destroyer, Its going to start with you; an unfortunate casualty of collateral damage. Its starts here because it has to start somewhere and I gotta go come here back in time to fix that fuck up of bad booking an Fem-Ill-lumi-naughty. Like Liz Warren whipping a 24 year old marine. Turn that devil dog into a weekend warrior till be jizzes the sad jazz. Like TAPS, every time he nuts. Somewhere in the distance Jay Price is signing himself up to re-enlist. Just like you re-enlisted to sign up for APW. You’re masocistic ass aint ready to call the jobber career quits. This is a damn main event. I dont think I ever even seen you in a main event in all your years.
I’ve been sent back to destroy you. Destroy everybody. That's what APW needs. They dont need ol Z to play nice. They need me to get back in this and fuck everybody up. I’m going to split your skull open, you glorified jobber. The world knows that you dont need to be in the main event or in this tournament. This is just battle by fire for me. Win all these tournaments, walk up to smith JOnes and clobber that flaming ******* with my bare hands till theres nothing left but his myspace account.
Dont worry, UD. I wont go easy. It’ll be over quickly. I got shit to do.
I’m going to hit you with a dove killah in the middle of the ring, move onto the next victim and then the final victim.
Snith Jones.
