Post by Beau Del Sol on Feb 24, 2019 16:39:51 GMT -5
Beau: Trust us… The words Z speaks are real. This is real, Wade has made this personal. Moore you took this past the ring, to another level, Mr. Gawdnilla you’re just over hyped. When you act like you really live that life, then at some point you have to prove it. Now is that time Wade, but I’ll be the avenger not you. ZMac is going to stand over your lifeless body. Don’t forget who owns the tag team division, brother. Pasternak, Moore I could talk for days about you while I put my foot up y’alls ass, but first I’m going to show you how a man does it. We ain’t like you bitches, gotta have your daddy, Jared Holmes in the ring, shits gonna make you look even dumber when we body ya’ll with that L your about to take.
Z, you ready to kick some ass and take some names?
Z: Yo, I like a good scrap. These fucc boi clones are good practice. I got the switch.
Z walked over to the control panel that was mounted to the cryo pod that stored BK. You could hear him making noise as he fiddled with something on the pod.
[color:green]Beau: Z is everthing good? I thought you were the lead scientist bro..
Z: Shut up for a minute Blaze, it’s been a long time.
Z popped open a panel and entered six digits onto a pad then hit start. The glass started sliding down exposing the BK clones to the world. The pod sat up, all the dummies(pun intended) in standing position, as still as a wax figure, but then it happened…
Z backed up as steam, or some type of substance that looked the same came rushing down on top of their heads and their eyes started to open, they began to groan and move around. #BeachKrew was completely disoriented, looking like a bunch of lost fools or some extras from the walking dead. Stupid shit.
Z: See what I mean Blaze? These suckas are gonna die in a few days.
Beau: Hell this ain’t gonna be much of a warmup Zombie..
Z: Just wait. Wait…
Beau: I am waiting, Z…
Z: That Nilla has my 1099 in his hand!
Beau: Nilla, which nilla!?
Z: The Nilla, Gawdnilla, the dumpster diving white trashnilla Wade Moore.
Beau: I got you Z!
Beau took off toward BK, specifically Wade Moore. Z was waving his hands and yelling NOOOO lol but Beau was locked in and rushed Moore kicking him in the groin to setup a stunner but Moore just looked at Beau with no emotion, then SMACK, Wade’s hands wrapped around Beau’s throat as he lifted his feet up off the ground. Blaze spoke with a raspy voice fighting for air kicking his legs uncontrollably.
Beau: Goddamnit Z help!
Z: I’m buzy too muthafukka!
Z had just slapped the living shit out of Pasteyneck watching him fold and fall like a Frenchman holding a white flag(Russian Bitch). He soon turned his attention to Beau as his feet dangled, wilding trying to kick Trashnilla in the nuts, but to no avail, Lorena Bobbit must’ve gotten to him before the Cowboys from Hell. (Yo Wade, real talk, your beard game is weak man, get your nuts back from Lockhart fool.)
No matter though cause Ole’ Z came in with a heat seeking drop kick to Moore’s knees. The chubby little fucker dropped to his knees letting go of Beau as Z rushed around behind him putting Trashnilla into a rear naked choke.
Z: Kick this WCF junkie between the eyes! There’s a sensor there Blaze, hurry, these fucc boi clones are stronger than the real ones!
Beau loaded up his right leg and took one step forward hitting the Leviathon with a picture perfect Chuck Norris esque super kick between the eyes powering the Trashnilla clone down. Beau backed up and shook his head a little as Z went back to Pasternak.
Z: I got tha rusty Russian.
Beau: Good, I got puddin’ pop over here. He’s probably a Bill Cosby dick rider with that diet.
Z nodded and walked over to Pasternak, after looking at Jared Holmes and Lockhart still frozen in time. Beau made his way to Moore grabbing a stool and sliding it in front of Nilla as his clone laid lifeless on the concrete floor. He swung one leg over the stool, swinging it as he grinned.
Beau: See Moore I’m salivating at the mouth to fucking get at you. I’m a nice dude but you’re bringing out the ugly side of me. One thing is for damn sure, me and Z got that franchise tag, you boys ain’t holdin shit down. Ain’t nobody gonna be reppin with BK after this shit. #GameOver
And I haven’t forgot about ya’lls cheap power plays that are really penny moves because while you boys are playin checkers we are over here playin chess and winnin in 3 moves. Whatchu gonna do Nilla? Not a damn thing look at your stronger counterpart all on the floor, on his back, the same way your momma makes her living, on her back. Wade Moore, the man made of 20 different men’s DNA. #DaddyComplex
Z: OooOooh, shiiiiat!
Beau’s head snapped at the sound of Z. McMorris was kneeling over Pasternak with some type of old ass knife as Jared Holmes came flying over to Z looking for a roundhouse kick only to catch nothing but air, pretty much sums up his whole wrestling career. Lol fgt.
Z: I got this Beau, this fool done forgot how to wrassle, he’s just a paper pusha now!
Both men posted up and just started going at it punch for punch before Z produced a letter opener out of no where and jammed it into the neck of Holmes. An orange liquid started squirting out of his neck and onto the wall. The liquid began to crawl its way up the wall as it began to flesh into a bigger jumble of liquid.
Z: Ya like that Beau? A letter opener for a paper pusha!
Beau: The irony 2x. What’s up with that orange shit? You’re over here actin like it’s normal!
Z: Oh that, yea um that’s like my kids?
Beau: Wait, what??
Z: That’s my DNA man.
Beau: But how?
Z: I told you I didn’t know what I was doin, nilla. I think I jus mixed some stuff together in a vial and poof, that’s what ya got. It’s harmless…
Beau: I hope it is, I don’t think I can handle another surprise.
Z: Here’s one more surprise, I think.
Beau cut his eyes over at Z as Zombie showed him a vial filled with what looked to be the same orange substance.
Z: Take it. You wanna get on my level right?
Beau: Fuck it, let me have it.
Beau took the vial and disappeared off screen. After a few moments you could hear a lighter spark. Beau popped back on screen with a lit cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. You could see the fire in his eyes, a hint of crazy.
There was loud rumbling and clanking behind the Cowboys from Hell and they both turned to see all of BK moving towards then in perfect unison.
Z: Here we go. Let’s bust that azz and get outta here.
Beau: I got this shit Z.
Z: Ha! That vial got ya huh boy!
Beau: Who said I drank it Z? I got this man.
Z: Alright showoff knock yourself out.
Beau walked towards all four men and just stopped. His eyes got big as the orange liquid that had crawled up the wall had shaped itself into a mixture of Z and Bullfrog. The ZB1 clone yelled at the rooftops and went to work showing off the best wrestling skills you’d ever seen. Z ran up to Beau, grabbing him, and pulling him towards a door.
Beau: Hold on man, take it easy.
Z: Come on! We have to go!
Beau: For what? It’s under control! Loo-
About that time a raptor flew by cutting through the air and let out a loud caw. Beau looked at Z and Z looked back at Beau. ZMac waved his hand and took off in a sprint, Beau quickly following Z.
Beau: What the fuck Z!
Z:(In Swartznegger voice)We gotta get to da choppa!
Beau: Your twisted man! A damn helicopter… I hope you can fly this bird.
Z: Come on! We just triggered the whole damn island!
They reached the helicopter, by now there where sounds of trees snapping and bushes rustling uncontrollably.(MONSTERS!?)Z hopped into the copter flipping a few switches until it fired up, the blades slowing spinning into a faster pace.
Beau ducked down running into the helicopter hopping inside as Zombie pulled the stick back for lift off. The helicopter raised up above the trees and McMorris started getting the hell away from whatever that was. Beau moved his way into the Co-Captains seat of the copter, the camera panning around to show both Tag Team Champions. Beau lit another cigarette, throwing his boot up on the dash of the bird.
Z: You look like you got somethin on your mind…
Beau: I do.
#BeachKrew
We know you see it. That’s why you two had to go and grab Holmes to help you out. That’s ok though, 75% of #BeachKrew can’t beat us on our worst day.
And as a team me and Z may be a lot of things, but at the end of the day we let our shit lay in the open, because we have no shame. Yall are shameful and you will be shamed at your own damn PPV, #EffinRager.
At first I was ok with just beating y’all. Alex, Moore, I was fine with a simple 1… 2… 3… but no you two pyromaniacs wanna play with fire. Moore took this whole thing to another level; Moore you took it somewhere you don’t want it to be. Let’s be real you aren’t as hard as you want people to think, hell your not even one of the greats. Your par at best, but luck is with you, at least last week it was.
This is a new day boys and new days breed new people. Me and Z know each other like two conjoined twins. We work together almost everyday, we push each other, we have went to fucking war on that canvas. It has pushed us to be something that you only hear about around camp fires.
Alex your just getting caught in the crossfire, but you wanted to participate. Get that visa bitch, cause Putin want’s his bitch back. You want to come to my country, to my pay dirt and you wanna push up on my people and my hustle. Look here son you need to stay in your lane and gtfo of mine and Z’s. We constructed this infrastructure they call the tag division. Look at the attention we’re already drawing to it at #EffinRager. We are the players in the game, we bring the money to the ADub, so sit down and shut the fuck up. You might learn something.
Then you got this fuck zebra. How the fuck these to dick riders gonna get a non-deserved shot at our belts and CHOOSE the referee. Give me a break, can I get a flag? I aint here to whine because Jared Holmes is just another busted up beach bum bitch. You ain’t no ref hoe you’re the third tag partner and you will get treated that way. I have no time for foolishness.
I ain’t lip wrasslin with you fools I’m to busy getting paid like a boss cause I’m better than y’all at life. #TheTruthHurts
Your chemistry is whack. You assholes insult us with a half ass attempt to get these belts? Nilla please, that was probably ya’lls 100.
Fuckin jokers. You shoulda stayed in your comfortable space.
#BeauTheImpaler
Z, you ready to kick some ass and take some names?
Z: Yo, I like a good scrap. These fucc boi clones are good practice. I got the switch.
Z walked over to the control panel that was mounted to the cryo pod that stored BK. You could hear him making noise as he fiddled with something on the pod.
[color:green]Beau: Z is everthing good? I thought you were the lead scientist bro..
Z: Shut up for a minute Blaze, it’s been a long time.
Z popped open a panel and entered six digits onto a pad then hit start. The glass started sliding down exposing the BK clones to the world. The pod sat up, all the dummies(pun intended) in standing position, as still as a wax figure, but then it happened…
Z backed up as steam, or some type of substance that looked the same came rushing down on top of their heads and their eyes started to open, they began to groan and move around. #BeachKrew was completely disoriented, looking like a bunch of lost fools or some extras from the walking dead. Stupid shit.
Z: See what I mean Blaze? These suckas are gonna die in a few days.
Beau: Hell this ain’t gonna be much of a warmup Zombie..
Z: Just wait. Wait…
Beau: I am waiting, Z…
Z: That Nilla has my 1099 in his hand!
Beau: Nilla, which nilla!?
Z: The Nilla, Gawdnilla, the dumpster diving white trashnilla Wade Moore.
Beau: I got you Z!
Beau took off toward BK, specifically Wade Moore. Z was waving his hands and yelling NOOOO lol but Beau was locked in and rushed Moore kicking him in the groin to setup a stunner but Moore just looked at Beau with no emotion, then SMACK, Wade’s hands wrapped around Beau’s throat as he lifted his feet up off the ground. Blaze spoke with a raspy voice fighting for air kicking his legs uncontrollably.
Beau: Goddamnit Z help!
Z: I’m buzy too muthafukka!
Z had just slapped the living shit out of Pasteyneck watching him fold and fall like a Frenchman holding a white flag(Russian Bitch). He soon turned his attention to Beau as his feet dangled, wilding trying to kick Trashnilla in the nuts, but to no avail, Lorena Bobbit must’ve gotten to him before the Cowboys from Hell. (Yo Wade, real talk, your beard game is weak man, get your nuts back from Lockhart fool.)
No matter though cause Ole’ Z came in with a heat seeking drop kick to Moore’s knees. The chubby little fucker dropped to his knees letting go of Beau as Z rushed around behind him putting Trashnilla into a rear naked choke.
Z: Kick this WCF junkie between the eyes! There’s a sensor there Blaze, hurry, these fucc boi clones are stronger than the real ones!
Beau loaded up his right leg and took one step forward hitting the Leviathon with a picture perfect Chuck Norris esque super kick between the eyes powering the Trashnilla clone down. Beau backed up and shook his head a little as Z went back to Pasternak.
Z: I got tha rusty Russian.
Beau: Good, I got puddin’ pop over here. He’s probably a Bill Cosby dick rider with that diet.
Z nodded and walked over to Pasternak, after looking at Jared Holmes and Lockhart still frozen in time. Beau made his way to Moore grabbing a stool and sliding it in front of Nilla as his clone laid lifeless on the concrete floor. He swung one leg over the stool, swinging it as he grinned.
Beau: See Moore I’m salivating at the mouth to fucking get at you. I’m a nice dude but you’re bringing out the ugly side of me. One thing is for damn sure, me and Z got that franchise tag, you boys ain’t holdin shit down. Ain’t nobody gonna be reppin with BK after this shit. #GameOver
And I haven’t forgot about ya’lls cheap power plays that are really penny moves because while you boys are playin checkers we are over here playin chess and winnin in 3 moves. Whatchu gonna do Nilla? Not a damn thing look at your stronger counterpart all on the floor, on his back, the same way your momma makes her living, on her back. Wade Moore, the man made of 20 different men’s DNA. #DaddyComplex
Z: OooOooh, shiiiiat!
Beau’s head snapped at the sound of Z. McMorris was kneeling over Pasternak with some type of old ass knife as Jared Holmes came flying over to Z looking for a roundhouse kick only to catch nothing but air, pretty much sums up his whole wrestling career. Lol fgt.
Z: I got this Beau, this fool done forgot how to wrassle, he’s just a paper pusha now!
Both men posted up and just started going at it punch for punch before Z produced a letter opener out of no where and jammed it into the neck of Holmes. An orange liquid started squirting out of his neck and onto the wall. The liquid began to crawl its way up the wall as it began to flesh into a bigger jumble of liquid.
Z: Ya like that Beau? A letter opener for a paper pusha!
Beau: The irony 2x. What’s up with that orange shit? You’re over here actin like it’s normal!
Z: Oh that, yea um that’s like my kids?
Beau: Wait, what??
Z: That’s my DNA man.
Beau: But how?
Z: I told you I didn’t know what I was doin, nilla. I think I jus mixed some stuff together in a vial and poof, that’s what ya got. It’s harmless…
Beau: I hope it is, I don’t think I can handle another surprise.
Z: Here’s one more surprise, I think.
Beau cut his eyes over at Z as Zombie showed him a vial filled with what looked to be the same orange substance.
Z: Take it. You wanna get on my level right?
Beau: Fuck it, let me have it.
Beau took the vial and disappeared off screen. After a few moments you could hear a lighter spark. Beau popped back on screen with a lit cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. You could see the fire in his eyes, a hint of crazy.
There was loud rumbling and clanking behind the Cowboys from Hell and they both turned to see all of BK moving towards then in perfect unison.
Z: Here we go. Let’s bust that azz and get outta here.
Beau: I got this shit Z.
Z: Ha! That vial got ya huh boy!
Beau: Who said I drank it Z? I got this man.
Z: Alright showoff knock yourself out.
Beau walked towards all four men and just stopped. His eyes got big as the orange liquid that had crawled up the wall had shaped itself into a mixture of Z and Bullfrog. The ZB1 clone yelled at the rooftops and went to work showing off the best wrestling skills you’d ever seen. Z ran up to Beau, grabbing him, and pulling him towards a door.
Beau: Hold on man, take it easy.
Z: Come on! We have to go!
Beau: For what? It’s under control! Loo-
About that time a raptor flew by cutting through the air and let out a loud caw. Beau looked at Z and Z looked back at Beau. ZMac waved his hand and took off in a sprint, Beau quickly following Z.
Beau: What the fuck Z!
Z:(In Swartznegger voice)We gotta get to da choppa!
Beau: Your twisted man! A damn helicopter… I hope you can fly this bird.
Z: Come on! We just triggered the whole damn island!
They reached the helicopter, by now there where sounds of trees snapping and bushes rustling uncontrollably.(MONSTERS!?)Z hopped into the copter flipping a few switches until it fired up, the blades slowing spinning into a faster pace.
Beau ducked down running into the helicopter hopping inside as Zombie pulled the stick back for lift off. The helicopter raised up above the trees and McMorris started getting the hell away from whatever that was. Beau moved his way into the Co-Captains seat of the copter, the camera panning around to show both Tag Team Champions. Beau lit another cigarette, throwing his boot up on the dash of the bird.
Z: You look like you got somethin on your mind…
Beau: I do.
#BeachKrew
We know you see it. That’s why you two had to go and grab Holmes to help you out. That’s ok though, 75% of #BeachKrew can’t beat us on our worst day.
And as a team me and Z may be a lot of things, but at the end of the day we let our shit lay in the open, because we have no shame. Yall are shameful and you will be shamed at your own damn PPV, #EffinRager.
At first I was ok with just beating y’all. Alex, Moore, I was fine with a simple 1… 2… 3… but no you two pyromaniacs wanna play with fire. Moore took this whole thing to another level; Moore you took it somewhere you don’t want it to be. Let’s be real you aren’t as hard as you want people to think, hell your not even one of the greats. Your par at best, but luck is with you, at least last week it was.
This is a new day boys and new days breed new people. Me and Z know each other like two conjoined twins. We work together almost everyday, we push each other, we have went to fucking war on that canvas. It has pushed us to be something that you only hear about around camp fires.
Alex your just getting caught in the crossfire, but you wanted to participate. Get that visa bitch, cause Putin want’s his bitch back. You want to come to my country, to my pay dirt and you wanna push up on my people and my hustle. Look here son you need to stay in your lane and gtfo of mine and Z’s. We constructed this infrastructure they call the tag division. Look at the attention we’re already drawing to it at #EffinRager. We are the players in the game, we bring the money to the ADub, so sit down and shut the fuck up. You might learn something.
Then you got this fuck zebra. How the fuck these to dick riders gonna get a non-deserved shot at our belts and CHOOSE the referee. Give me a break, can I get a flag? I aint here to whine because Jared Holmes is just another busted up beach bum bitch. You ain’t no ref hoe you’re the third tag partner and you will get treated that way. I have no time for foolishness.
I ain’t lip wrasslin with you fools I’m to busy getting paid like a boss cause I’m better than y’all at life. #TheTruthHurts
Your chemistry is whack. You assholes insult us with a half ass attempt to get these belts? Nilla please, that was probably ya’lls 100.
Fuckin jokers. You shoulda stayed in your comfortable space.
#BeauTheImpaler