Give This L to Kevin Dec 30, 2019 14:02:59 GMT -5 Psycho Vulcan Sentai (Kaz), Lissie Hope, and 1 more like this
Post by Zombie McMorris on Dec 30, 2019 14:02:59 GMT -5
Logan Demon Joker?
This is where your “career” in Action Wrestling comes to an end.
Career. Quotation marks. You didnt have a career. You didnt have matches. You just had loss after loss and you prolly went broke paying for Vegas hotels cuz papa Tort aint shacking you up for free. Go find a little Neros pizza box. And even that will cost 122.50. Better go get your travelers check, uncle frank. You cheap mother fucker. Like I aint out there runnin these Dark-Merican streets. Like ol’ Z aint out there in Z-Merica with my boney finger on the beat of the Dank-Merican bloodline.
But at least, this is where you get to shine. If’n if you ever could shine
Ol’ Z sittin here lookin at your dumb ass, scratching my lice infested scalp and my STD infected noggin like:
Dildo on a switch blade
A cunt hair over cruiserweight
And this is the Horror Kore tour. This is your moment.
Be brave. Skip the line in the soup kitchen. Knock off ol’ Z and right the ship that is the Titantic called your motherfuckin life.
But you aint. It aint going to happen like that. * checks word count * I got 800 words left ( LOL and i already beat you) and this is how its gonna go:
I’m going to continue to make obscure references that only Wade Moor will understand while making puns, word play and looping in lyrics to whatever I got open on youtube right now as I craft this in my golden crackberry.
So dissolve that zani in your pino cuz cuz I’m about to turn you into a foster boi
But if you wana get out now, its pretty easy. All you gotta do is suck my 17 dicks cuz I’m about to sit in on your face and take a shit.
But you hardcore though. You a loose cannon and aint no one safe.
And you might be thinking to yourself:
“Ol’ Z, this is madness. You’re just speaking a bunch of unrelated nonsense. How you do you even expect to beat me?”
* Logan goes to check the internet *
“Good answer. Good Answer.”
See, that's the thing, Logan - the internets funny like that. I made my career not off of guys like you but off the fact that I can say whatever the fuck I want and still get a win 90% of the time.
Now you, I see you thinkin that 10% might be a good margin of error and you’re going 7 + 7 = 14
But you know what?
Give this L to Kevin.
Give this to kevin
Give this kevin.
* Logan, handing the L to kevin, eyes going wide cuz now he’s there in Paris holding the bag and quickly tries to hand back the L before its too late but spoilers: its too late *
Kevins not here
Kevins not here
Kevins not here
And torts like
So I have 500 words left. Breaking the 4th wall
Wade Moors laughing his ass off
Torts prolly regretting signing me back on but Beau Blaze is in a fake coma some where so he didnt have much of a choice.
So how does ZMAC go from barbwire baseball bats and placing 3rd in the CW havoc rumble to this?
Simple: I don’t care enough about you to try any harder than that 10% margin of error. I’m honestly banking on the fact that you won’t send anything to TV and you’ll lose to whatever I scribble on a napkin while my wife sucks my dick. Then I think that's strike 3 and I’ll have ended your career ( I’m real good like that. Like, ungodly good at that )
You could show up to TV, write a master work of fiction, get that shit turned into a movie and have Tom Hanks play you for a guaranteed oscar nod and its still lose to this rambling of a madman.
Why? How can I be so sure? Don’t you think people will start asking questions and it wouldnt it be nice to have a couple of answers to go along with those questions?
And the answer lies right here. The eye exam.
That's why little Tiffany had to die. All them Quantum Physics books.
You say your a madman but from where I’m sitting -only one of us is truly living the gimmick.
So pick that switchblade up off the ground and use it to pick my cum out of your teeth.
I’m so confident that I can beat you with this alone, I could end it right here at 777 words exact because my coked up ramblings are better than you on your best day. In fact, my coked up ramblings are better than 80% of the fed on its best days. I could honestly win a title with this and don’t think I’m using hyperbole.
Ol’ Z has honestly won a multitude of championships not givin a fuck.
But you. As hardcore, loose cannon, as you are.
Gripping that switchblade tight. Trying to fight back as you sink beneath them waves. At least sing the chorus with me as I lay your career down to sleep.
Take my hand, Logan. We’re off to Never-Never Land
But you’ll prolly just get lost in New York