Post by Zombie McMorris on Jan 24, 2020 0:38:10 GMT -5
* We can see ZMAC sitting on a golden throne in a throne room. Muddy boots getting things all dirty as he wears his two belts and twirls a crown on his finger before tossing it away like a Frisbee. *
“ CD, you can keep that shit. I aint looking to be king of the edge lord fuccbois. But don’t insult yourself by downplay my career like its your only defense ( LOL it is and its terrible ). You’ve seen me work, you know how hard I hit and me and you we havent really done -> THIS -> but we gone too. You never really grew out of your edge lord phase, king of all wrestlers, angel of death. You’re like putting lipstick on a pig. At least we all know ZMAC is bottom tier and yet still on everyones mind and still rockin main event money.
Gotta suck for you knowing that as hard as you try, I put asses in seats just like you. So spare me that king talk cuz I aint fear no king since 1400. The games passed you by. That's why in my experience you only shown up when there was no Flash, Fly, Twilight or otherwise. Easy to be king of wrestlers when its just dudes like Nightengale running around with their misfit T-shirts on and their hot topic fish net arm bands. And don’t act like I aint here spittin truth cuz you know ol’ Z don’t lie.
Trust me.
You’re world champion, supreme number one till Caesar comes around to starve your punk ass out and suddenly you’re ‘retired’ again.
Best go hide in your castle but Seige tactics is a bitch. For all you or anyone wants to snark about - we know ol’ Z won’t be Zombie World star. I covered that in another video but my ferocity knows no bounds. You know that. You saw that in your retirement home but the battle of Alesia is coming to your front door. You talk like I aint been workin everyday since I started with no breaks and having to deal with fuccbois like you on the reg and on the rag- ya bois come to murder. This coked up madman don’t recognize your kingship but you will recognize this ass whooping I’m about to give you.
We in a hardcore match, so don’t stress it. I got [ beep ] on deck ready to do my thing and take that Horror Kore Championship from you. You basic with that boogie, aint seen a feat from you in eight damnm years.
King of the Deathmatch but no deaths in your match. I for the life of me, remember one thing you’ve done in that ring that stands out -> here or anywhere else. All that musta been before my time and CD, if I gotta go back in time 10 god damn years to find one match of note when you were a hardcore icon -> then you aint livin up to your word. But ol’ Z -> he livin up to his everydamn day.
CD, I’m going to make your career like look a disney special compared to what I’mma bout to do to you. I’m going to take that belt from you. I’m going to make the king of deathmatches look like the king of cheese danish. You’re a part time hack riding a nick name from a decade and a half ago and backing it up against a bunch of no ones. Now, like, that aint ya fault who you gotta defend against but ya boi -> ya boi ol’ Z makes history.
LOUD
NASTY
2 more than X rated -> hiZtory.
More so than you. You, sittin there, immune. You aint immune cuz you dip and duck and dive and dodge ever whiffa trouble.
And boooy -> you know you’re in trouble.
We gone have tables, ladders, chairs, fire, explosions, thumb tacks, all of it but you know what -> I don’t want Corey fucking black.
I want Creeping Death.
Show this is whack ass mother fucker that gave you career so I can end him too.
Ol’ Z didnt come back to take a loss to you. Tort didnt hand out stacks of cash so that Corey Black could maintain is status quote of saddness and failure.
ZMAC equals ratings
Aint sure what you ever equaled excepted a coward that runs.
You just got your finger on that retirement button every time things get hard and things are getting hard. You have to try. I can hear it in your voice. You aint so sure no more.
Just remember you’re trapped in that ring with me.
I’m not dying, quitting or selling the elbows of a hundred and fifty pound man.
You cant snap your way out of this beating. I’m going to expose your fuccboi facade for evveryone to see and I do it with no pretext that I’m going any higher than this.
I’m a spoiler, CD and you -> you’re past your prime.
I’m going to break you apart and beat you half to death. Maybe then you can rule in hell.
Yah, I can raise a diet coke to that.
The Hardcore Tour has come to your shitty little castle and here you are, cowering in the barn like a bitch but that won’t stop me from burning it all down and being king of the ashes.
Remember that, CD. I don’t care if I rule over the ashes. I’m self destructive in the worst way
And that makes me all the more dangerous when I’m hitting you with curb stomps, dove killahs and the kitchen sink. Theres nothing you can do to stop me from leaving Revolution as Zombie 3-way.
Trust me.