Nightingale: Less Trent Reznor. More Kurt Cobain LOL
Jan 24, 2020 21:07:32 GMT -5
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Post by Zombie McMorris on Jan 24, 2020 21:07:32 GMT -5
* We come onto ZMAC sitting in a bar having a beer. Theres a place set next to him with a beer of its own. He starts talking to the camera as he waits. *
“ We’ve established the fuccboi tidal wave that wants to take over revolution. I got a fucking tip for you James, You aint the first ‘angel of death’ whos come to hurt the company. Easy there Trent Rizor Jr. Don’t want you to swallow that bubble gum flavor razor blade you got flipping around under your tongue like the jagged edge of a suicide pill. Cd, I know you’re scrambling to find yours cuz I’m not running and I’m not un-edcucated in this matter. You got me that spot in the Pantheon West pent house and I’m grateful but
And its a rather large BBBUUTTT
I’m convinced ya S A W F T. Convinced that you lost it. When that creeping death kabuki make up comes with a rainbow wing and shoes..
You better make sure those shits are tied tight cuz me and [ beep ] are about to knock you out of them with that uppercut swing.
K-k-k-k-komboooo…
You might be the king of wrestlers but you aint the king of me. Aint the king of the big easy. You aint no duke of new york. You aint pied piper to the rats and you sure as hell aint the Evil Incarnate. You want to impress me? Stop hanging out with sweaty belt marks cuz that aint you. It aint ever been you. You aint got the spine for it even if you got the stomach for it -> if’n you could stomach it.
I’mma ride jew this week, CD. I’m going to make you regret every hardcore, death match, Kaiji film you ever watched or participated in. Sock your soul so hard you go back in time and to stop yourself from ever watching that Avengers film. Be like:
Nah, son. You just aint with it. Not this time.
So take a seat in the stands, go put on a headset and get on commentary, eat some hot wings and shit the fuck up. This is going be wild after midnight son. I told you what I’m bringing to the ring.
Chairs, ladders, trash cans. Aluminum tubes.
Do I need to tell you what I can do with an aluminum tube?
Hell, I’ll hop on a plane to the motherland and get some yellow cake from Africa. Wrap that shit up real tight in a steel chain and just bash your brains in till you’re a bloody mosaic of nostalgic failure laying motionless in the ring.
Then
Then I can turn my attention towards you Nightengale. Yet another noob that needs to be taught a lesson and put in his place. You say dumb shit like I’m irrelevant. Like I aint been the corner stone of every belt and company I ever been in. You think Torts handing me monopoly money. Like this is a fun house. Like CD aint told you that this is straight up murder son.
I’m going to make an example of you, son, that all these new guys shufflin in and getin shoveled out.
SPAC, Sequittus, the Pack - groups of guys made up of carbon copies of you have all tried and failed. I’m glad you aint scared but you aint got to me.
You can bleed and that's good enough for ol’ Z. I’m not here like you to rant and rave about hurting people cuz I’m an edge lord fuccboi who found my daddys gun. The world fucking sucks but not because you couldnt go out on the lake on the wave runner or take that trip to mexico with ya bois.
Or maybe you’re that adopted type that hates the world because his asshole is too loose for his age and it smells like Uncle Johns Summer Sausage and cheese curds.
You’re a mad lad with pent up dick rage whos easily subdued with mountain dew and principles.
I’m a mad man, brought on by life times of realizing that aint nothing in this world matters except what you make of it. You aint walking into AW and ending my career. I go when I walk away and aint doin this no more but as long as dudes like you exist, ol’ Z is gone exist. Zombie 3-way exists to spoil and taunt and shake them hips and bash brains in with [ beep ].
Make no mistake about it, this is going to be a massacre and Zombie McMorris will be standing tall with that Horror Kore Championship on my waist as the King of Wrestlers..
And the Trent Reznor wanna be is less nine inch nails and more Kurt Cobain. The ref aint going to stop the match when I’m just beating you left and right. Put you threw a flaming table, throwing you off the catwalk or throwing you into a fryer. But I’m not stopping till ya’ll realize how badly you done fucked up by getting in my way. I’ve already been CW champ, TV Champ and a two time tag champ. Horror Kore would be a great edition to my hardware. Prolly make me the most decorated in the company.
And its gone eat ya’ll alive to know it and know that there wasnt a damn thing you could do to stop it.
You either cross the road or you get crossed out.
You go in that water.
ZMAC in that water and you’ll all float down here. “