Post by Zombie McMorris on Mar 13, 2018 22:47:35 GMT -5
ZMAC Escapes Purgatory
Stuck in a hellish purgatory with millions just like me.
Millions of other ZMACS. Some of us looked the same, some slightly different –> others -> very different. Sitting in a hole, too deep to climb out of, me and Doug ( A ZMAC of a different name and face entirely ) sat in exile as ZMAC after ZMAC stood in a fucking line, waiting for their Twitter handle to be called so that they could return to the world. Stood like lemmings -> they stood like plebs. They took what Bureaucracy gave them and ate that shit up. The only other way out was a temporary pass granted by @hang_em_High -> A ZMAC with a powdered wing and gavel that took it upon himself to pass judgement on all other ZMACS. In a world of ZMACS, it was the most UN-THICK thang a mother fucker could do. I was granted temporary passes for UCI towards the end of the company's run -> Then the end happened. There was no more UCI. There were no more free passes. Just me and Doug in this hole because we were the non-conformists -> the fucking malcontent of the mal-CUNT-tent. I aint here to play by some queer-tards rule of what I should be fucking doing. Not even I tell me what to do. Doug was in this hole because he's the less like the rest. straight edge and respectable. It sickens the rest but a ZMAC gotta live by that ZMAC code. REZPECT for Doug but that don't change our fucking predicament.
Not even this Chrono-dial l jammed into the back of my hand that allows me to manipulate the time stream upon death is of use here-> not anymore. I haven’t wrestled in months. I haven’t snorted coke, or smashed the poon or -> or even seen her face in months.
The poon in question: Ruby Redd-> clone sister of Bonnie Blue.
/Flash->_Back.exe -> Ruby laying naked and unconscious in a full bathtub. Her wrists slit, two empty bottles of wine floating towards the other end. Pink Floyd's "Hey You" playing on her phone
/Flash->_Forward.exe
a portal rifts open in ZMACS hellish purgatory -> Ruby falls from the sky -> a naked angel. The other Z’s surround her, more curious than anything. Ruby gets to her feet and immediately hugs the first Z that she sees, not knowing where she is. However, his embrace isn’t the same. His smell isn’t the same. Just a cold stranger with a familiar face.
“Z?” she whispers, as she checks his palm for the chronodial. This Z was without so she shoves past him and calls out. “SOUTHPAW!” A few look around as they all try to get her attention but she pushes on-> knowing that they aint the real deal.
Our Boi, Ol’ Z can hear Ruby calling but he’s stuck in that pit. He calls for Doug to help give him a boost, maybe he can try to claw his way out even though all other attempts have been unsuccessful.
The run -> the boost -> the leap ->
@hang_Em_High can be heard in the background; '@world_Tour69... Has been granted a pass'
*poof.*
Our Boi disappears in a cloud of smoke before he can reach the top of the pit.
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Present Day.
ZMAC pops back into the world on his hands and knees, teeth and hands clinched. “RUBY!” he yells. Yells to no one. ZMACS gold crackberry goes AWF.
Text from Spencer Adams: Got you a job. Action Wrestling. Start this week.
ZMAC was back in the world with a purpose but whats the point without the one you love? A feeling ZMAC knew all too well.
Now The Honey Badger, The Coked Up Madman, The Pale rider walks the Earth again and Action Wrestling -> will never be the same again.
CONQUER. THE. HATE