Post by Zombie McMorris on Nov 12, 2018 21:10:15 GMT -5
ADUB
UCI Championship
ZMAC
vs.
Casey Holliday
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Chapter I: Girl to Girl
UCI Championship
ZMAC
vs.
Casey Holliday
wordcount: 2447
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Chapter I: Girl to Girl
Britannia International Hotel. Honeymoon suite.
We focus in on Ruby Red, ZMACS girlfriend and manager as she lays across the bed on her stomach in the honeymoon suite wearing a bikini and eating chocolates out of a heart shaped box after having an intense session of makeup sex from Rubys jealous inquisitions over the past few weeks. The bubbling jets of the hottub can be heard in the background. She looks at the camera with a smile as she slowly and seductively eats chocolates with a giggle.
“ Casey Holliday, its sad, my sister that in todays day and age a woman has to truly do it for herself. I heard about all the problem,s that you and your boyfriend - justin - was it- were having. Small dick syndrome can really do that to a man.”
Ruby looks back and smiles at ZMAC whose in the hottub.
“I would say that I empathize with you but I don’t have that problem. And when he says, great sex, know that he’s lying to you sweetie. Just as you lied when you told him his cock and two piece was a quote ‘good size.’ Girl, we all know what that means and if your coochie was gucci, then your whole lovers spat would be nothing more than a generous stain on this mattress. Alas, you both live in a fantasy land.
What I find more fantastical is that you wanted to rid Action Wrestling of any UCI familir and taste but left ya boi -> my man -> ol’ Z -> and you left him alive. Now none of you gone make it outaa there alive at Turmoil because if theres one thing my mans good at, its creating a hella lotta turmoil. Turmoil and givin me that good dick so hard, I think my lungs gonna k-k-kolapse. Maybe if you’re lucky and I’m feelin generous, after my southpaw completely pushes your shit in with an axe wound and a curb stomp -> maybe he can push that vag in something real good. You know, give you one last go with that UCI championship before you -> like your ex-> have to fuck on off to Japan to try and find some ‘big dick relevance.’
In truth, I could care less about your problems with a boy who cheated on his baby mama with you or how ever that problem with down. Hell, I could care less if you went and took every soft dick the Brotherhood could throw at you. We both know you’ve have caught everyone of them in the mouth. However, Casey, girl, this ain’t about that.”
Ruby motions with her head to ZMAC whose relaxing in the hottub.
“Its about that over there. Its about your ultimate failure to purge Action Wrestling of all things Universal Wrestling and forgetting the biggest UCI World Champ that there was. The funny part is that he doesnt even remember you. Or your golden ticket or your defeating my sister. The only person that remembers Casey Holliday is Casey Holliday and at the end of the day, all you can do, girl -> girl to girl -> is look in the mirror and know that if your coochie was gucci then you would not have this problem. However, now you have a problem; a big 9 inch problem. “
You can hear ZMAC yell from the tub.
“ Bitch don’t bury my gimmick.”
“ Good dick don’t need no gimmick, baby.” She replies.
“Damn fuckin right.” he yells.
Ruby looks back at the camera and continues.
“Me and ol’ Z, we ride and die for each other. You and Justin, pft, you couldnt even ride that needle dick to a decent career and yes, honey, you were the one that used him. He was a name in this business before you were even a gleam in SCWs corrupt little eye. You walked around as his little side piece tryin to get your tits in the door while he was off in Japan fuckin whores and mongolian ladyboys. I seriously think that he got the better end of that deal. Then after you beat him up and proved that you were a strong independent woman who don’t need no man-> you find yourself going up against my man. The Coked Up Mad Man. The Honey Badger, the Evil Incarnate. The Champagne of Wrestlers
ZOMBIE MCMORRIS
And hes got the gift of gab and the gift of jab and he gone put that clit right back work on Monday night.
You know, your friend Hayley was right. Think about the former UCI champions. Think about Zombie McMorris and how you compare to the only Grand slam winner in UCI history. Think about how you compare to the man who has the longest reigns in two divisions in this company and you ask yourself how you compare to that as you cry into your friend's shoulder about not bein good enough. Because girl to girl, you aint good enough. You ain’t good enough to get into that ring with him and you ain’t good enough to get into this bed with him. However, on Monday night, you’ll be good enough to lay on your back for him. And when he lifts that leg and makes that cover and you get just a little bit slicker on the outside, know that it’ll last longer than three seconds but that's all he needs to take your soul to heaven before he puts your body through hell.
And girl to girl… it’ll be the best night of your life.”
Trust me.
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Chapter II: Sent Here to Destroy you.
Casey Holliday, I heard your weak words from the other week. You came out and you told the world that you were sorry. Sorry that you were bitter. Sorry that you were a bitch. Sorry that you were unappreciative of the gifts that you had been given when Spencer Adams handed you Golden Ticket, Rising Star, Intercontinental and World Championship.
You were sorry that you wanted to ‘scorch the earth’
LOL
Bitch, you couldnt even burn your tongue with that hawt tea that you were tryin tah spit. But I mean, I get it. You were remorseful that you felt slided and jaded by the promotion that finally gave you your big break.
Big emotion. Such wow. LOL then you went and 360’d back around to acting like a spoiled bitch because Anton Chase is a Garbage challenger for wait for it..
Spoilers: A garbage champion.
You wanted to treat that belt with honor and make it mean something. I can throw a dollar on it right now and it’ll be worth more in the trash than with you. Fuckin legit. Make no mistake about this, Casey. Honey Badger don’t give a shit who you are, what you done, or did or want to do.
I’m here to destroy you.
And you might be asking yourself ‘why’
Simply put: its what I do.
I went to Torts office and GD greenlit me. He gave me the go ahead to destroy you because you’re bringing down the brand. Me, I have deals from cars, to glue to beer. The sad part is, people put time into you. My boi Spencer gave you the keys. Tort put the strap on you and all you’ve gone was cry about it.
Well like my daddy used to tell me. If you got a problem then I’ll take you out back and solve it for you.
At Turmoil, I’m going to take you out back and fix that problem of people not respecting that belt by taking it off your waist. I’m not here to play no games and the ‘Fall of Casey Holliday’ is about to be extremely poetic cuz I’m about to drop you Hard and fast like Viagra. I don’t ever recall fighting you in the middle of the ring, but you gone wish you kept your mouth shut, stayed in the kitchen and made your boyfriend a stew cuz I’m about to bake dat azz into a pie, serve you up with some ice cream and take a big bite.
You aint ready for a real champion to come along and knock your ass out with a falcon punch and a curb stomp but I’mma do just that because unlike you, I’m marketable, I’m talented, I’ll fight anyone at any time and I don’t back from from a fight or a challenge. I’m not here to bitch and moan like Casey Holliday. I’ve come to elevate and dominate and if you look at my body work, that's what I’ve always done and that's what I’m always gonna do.
The difference between us is that you cry about where you are on the card. I just burn the card down. I am the thee most anticipated, must-see, highest merch selling machine in Action Wrestling and I’ve put on memorable match after memorable match and all with scrubs that are beneath me.
Scrubs like you, Casey.
So put that on a marque. The reigning, defending, dominating, most must see champion in wrestling history versus the frumpy and dumpy Casey Holliday. Come watch Casey have an emotional breakdown live on PPV because she cant handle the pressure of being UCI champion or the common sense as to why the UCI championship aint the ADUB Championship. Watch Casey Holliday defend her championship in vein against the Champagne of wrestlers as Zombie McMorris continues to climb is way up the ranks even though he’s the best wrestler on the roster. By beating you Monday night, putting you away and putting that UCI Championship back around my waist, I solidify the fact that I am the best in Action Wrestling.
Everything thing that I touch turns to gold but Monday night, after I touch your career and life -> Its still going to be shit. If you want Action Wrestling to move in the right direction then you just need to move aside and let the premier champion in this company get the job done. You see, you have the same problem with me as everyone else in this company. You see my face and question why I’m the hottest thing going. Its because I’m real. I’m not shy. I’m not a coward. I’m not insecure like you. The men want to be me and the women want to be with me but you don’t want to be with me in that ring on Monday because I’m going to make all your fears and worst nightmares come true.
You thought being embarrssed by your boyfriend was bad, just wait till I expose your lack of talent in the middle of the ring in front of the world. You hated then and you’re going to loathe it now and you only have yourself to blame.
Because I know you, Casey. You’re ugly on the inside. Ugly like me. I can see through you. See your true colors. See the real you.
And the real you is going to sink beneath them waves when I drown you and smother you in hardcore, relentless beatings and rush down tactics. Then when its all said and done. The ref will have called for the bell cuz you’re already dead.
And the dead all float down here.
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Chapter III: Never on Your Side
Shia Lebeouf is standing outside the area waiting for ZMAC to arrive. Moments later ZMAC and Ruby roll up as Shia and the crew hustle up towards him as ZMAC and Ruby get out of the car and get their bags from the trunk.
“ZMAC!” Calls Shia. “ZMAC, what are your thoughts on your match tonight with Casey Holliday; are you excited to have the chance to be the UCI champ again?”
“I’m not excited, I’m prepared. I’m focused and I’m ready. Casey doesnt know what shes in for. If she did, she would have tried to rid ADUB of me long ago. Unfortunately for her, I slipped through the cracks; prolly because she was focused on her shithead boyfriend and his micro-thick. That's fine though, like everyone else that's come up against me, I’ll make her regret her life choices. I’m ready to be a two time UCI Champion and the next face in the brand of Action Wrestling. I’m climbed the ranks when I don’t need too. I went from 201, to TV and now to the UCI Championship. I want the world champions to see their impending doom. I want them all to see me coming and know that there is nothing that they can do to stop it.
Casey Holliday is in for a night that she is neither prepared for or will never forget. She better get ready to kiss that belt goodbye because it coming home to ya boi tonight. Then I’m going to take that belt back to the hotel room, put around my gals waist and let it sit on the hips of a real woman -> after it goes on the shoulder of a real champion. She wanted the belt to have respect -> no one respects her. She wanted the belt to have pride, she has no confidence in herself. She wanted the belt to be elevated in the ranks when she herself cannot do that -> let alone for the championship. She wants the belt to make her when in reality its the champion that makes the belt. I've build UCI from the smoldering ashes of Mexico and I've been a pillar, a rock and a beacon of Action Wrestling. A paramount figure, unexpected but both influential and needed. I've been doing that since day one in WCF, UCI and in ADUB. Aint no one stopped me yet, least of all Casey Holliday. She'll see me unleashed when I rip her a new Axe wound and pound her face with these clobbering paws till the ref has to stop the match.
It is no secret that I have elevated every championship I’ve held and made people want to see it. They want to the champagne of wrestlers preform. So raise your glasses because Zombie McMorris has arrived to take the UCI Championship back to where to belongs.
Around my waist and prove that God has never been on her side. For the only God is the Evil Incarnate standing over her with the bony fists and snarling face. I've been sent to destroy Casey Holliday and her horrible representation of a ADUB Championship. Tonight I'm ready to pounce and
KILL. ZMAC. KILL.
Conquer. The. Hate.