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Post by Action Reel on Nov 17, 2020 2:15:04 GMT -5
Pure Championship Tom Frost vs. ZMac vs. Zaigon Carter vs. Max Daemon(c)
Rules: 300 WORD RESPONSE HARD CAP.
YOU CAN NOT RESPOND TO YOURSELF EVER - NOT EVEN ON DEADLINE DAY.
AND YOU ONLY GET FIVE REPLIES
You only post in this thread!
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Post by Tom Frost on Nov 17, 2020 3:17:14 GMT -5
Last night was a taste of what’s to come. Leverage was sought and it was found in droves. Limbs were posted. By the end of it, fans ringside had started calling me The Postman, The Patron of Prolonged Pain, and even Doctor Leverage. That’s all well and good, but I’m not here to be christened this or that by ingrates. I’m here for blood. I’m here for pain. And it’s what I’ll have in my truly earned forthcoming title shot.
In my debut the dipshit Nate couldn’t get little old me off them big old shoulders of his. How about that. Meanwhile Zaigon didn’t know what hit him and ended up looking like a stupid bitch. Some do that more than others and this guy seems to do it well.
Well Zaigon you know what to expect this week. I wonder if ZMac and Max Daemon know it. I wouldn’t expect them to. I don’t know what to expect from them. I don’t give two shits about what they’ve done till now. I’ll take my chances and not waste my time watching tape or worse - promos - to see what they’re all about.
On to what matters, what I’m about. And it's real simple. It’s no secret I’m after limbs. I’m after vulnerable joints. Today it’s your wrist. Tomorrow it’s your knee. But Monday, boys, it’s your neck. Then it’s your hand, and it’s hitting the mat.
Tap tap tap.
That’s what I’m about.
My dog’s name is Ankle Submission. That paint a clear enough picture for you?
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Nov 17, 2020 7:42:07 GMT -5
Make no mistake: the only threat to me in this match is Zombie, which...honestly says a lot about Tommy Boy and Carter.
Frost, for all the hype you want to build about your ability with submissions and getting leverage, you actually had the gall to call us carnies. To call this a "big circus."
That must be true because you're the biggest clown of them all. You think you're better than us just because you have a delusion that what you do is more important? Holy shit. So you have balls. That'll make your loss that much sweeter.
I've proven I can beat clowns like you before. What makes you different than Cranley or Hunter or Petrov? Are you different than them because you say you are?
This is wresting. You can say all you want, but if you don't back it up...you ain't shit. And unlike you, I've proven, not only here, but everywhere I've gone, that I am better than some legitimate wrestling clown act like you.
As for Mr. Carter, well...I think your actions speak echoes.
Every...single...time you've attacked me it's been from behind, with or without a weapon. You already know you can't beat me in a match, and while I respect your gumption to even the odds, you've certainly not yet proven why you stand a chance when we're locked in a cage and there's no weapons to make things a level playing field...because I know you don't stand a chance when it's just the two of us.
As for Zombie? The ultraviolent fuck?
You're legitimately the only one I am wary of. I might respect your dedication to what you do...but trust me, from experience, all the bitches and coke in the world can't keep me down.
And they've tried.
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Post by Tom Frost on Nov 17, 2020 10:04:16 GMT -5
I’m getting a feel for what I’m up against and it’s not good. It doesn’t bode well for a whiny bitch to lock up with Doctor Leverage but from the looks of it that’s what’s gonna happen at Turmoil.
Max Daemon has publicly humiliated himself. It wasn’t me who called our industry a circus, that was my representative. Reads clear to me on the page but sometimes you’ve got to do more than spell it out for folks.
I’d like to go on record as saying this business is a circus.
We draw houses. We risk our well being for a few more cheers. End of the night the gate is counted and we’re on to the next town. Sound familiar? Just like the human cannonball and sabu the elephant boy. Welcome to reality.
Unlike you I’m proud of what I do. I’m proud of my ability to hook limbs. Ever since I was a boy I’ve been moving to post, seeking the tap. The back of my hand is like your granddaddy's catcher's mitt. That don't feel good slapping across a bare chest.
After all I am the owner and GM of Tom Frost’s Chophouse and now is as good a time as any to declare St. Petersburg, Florida is where I'm opening my next franchise.
See you on opening night.
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Nov 17, 2020 10:55:24 GMT -5
Ah sweet another arrogant piece of shit who thinks he knows me, who calls me a "whiny bitch" despite me not whining once, which means I'm dealing with another guy who makes up shit to try and make me look bad. That's three now right?
Given I've slapped down everybody this company has put in front of me the last thing I've done is embarrass myself, but if you really think mistaking one talking head for another is a point to harp on, than by all means, be the main event clown I know you can be.
Where the hell did you get the idea I wasn't proud of what I do? Out of everything I said, you managed to somehow pull that out of your ass? Desperation isn't a good look Frost and the week just started. What I do is quite is simple: I beat the people in front of me. No need for fancy limb twisting or making my opponent suffer. I walk into the ring, stare across from them, and then kick their ass.
You think you'll be any different? Guess they should add a new dish to your chophouse: The Max Daemon Special. One order of Tom Frost's ass, beaten and bruised until it's served medium rare, with a side of lemonade taken right from your leg mid-match.
Oh and I didn't know my grandfather, so congratulation on managing to get three outs by yourself. I hope your team is proud of you. I'm sure your representative is ready to write up another report about the circus. Maybe you'll be able to graduate to the trapeze.
Cause that's gonna be the only way you'll ever be higher up the ladder than me.
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Post by Zombie McMorris on Nov 17, 2020 19:25:33 GMT -5
AAAWWWW DAAWWBB
Don’t chu dare be souw-AH!
For the 1st time in hiZtory two damn cunts are tryin to lick themselves.
We got Toby-jaun Cannoli gettin my pee-pee stiffer than a DQ Blizzard talkin bout breakin bones when ol’ Z about to disconnect hiz dick-bone up in homeboys spleen
Talkin bout white blood cells mattah
Not tah-day they don’t
Wastin time and not drawin dimes.
Fuckin’ Tray-JIK.
Tryin to see whos got the biggest whoops ween this side of the New Jersey Rivah. Bout to move my punk azz clear across the K-K-K-Kuntry just to see whos the biggest piece of shit.
Spoilers: Its ya boi ol’ Z.
We talkin bout horrorkore
We talkin bout Pure championship.
Shootin strong style like a carbine from collum-bine
Trench coats in the closet and the body bags on deck.
We got Max Deamon with 4 whole wins in A-DUB which is less wins than I have current active STDs.
Hold Dup Tommy Frosty Cuppy Cake
Iz dat Billiam Shakes Spear -> cuz ol’ Z gonna half tah wax a chump like a brief-brief candle
Spit sick->sick on both ya houses.
Pop some Molly ya Mab Queen cuz ya 4 week monologue has just come to a swift -> sudden end like Romeo and Juliet -> an anti-climatic end at the hand of a rockstar’d up teenager.
Don’t shoot kid -> I don’t think its loaded.
And Frost you over here talkin bout sellin tickets and puttin asses in seats like you been doin it ya whole damn life.
But you a hookah
And at Turmoil
Ol’ Z is buyin.
We can call that Circus HO-Ley
Conquer. The. Hate.
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Nov 17, 2020 19:51:35 GMT -5
You.
I like you.
A man more interested in fuckin chicks and hittin sticks.
A man truly after my own heart.
While I can admire your dedication to the craft, I must question if you're truly in a fit enough position to win this match. You're...hell, man you're pretty fucked up right now if that mess of a series of sentences is any indication.
I mean...you thought that comparing your STD's to my wins was actually indicative that you're...good, at this, I guess. I can understand the confusion, but it's not about how many bees have stung you, it's about how much honey you catch. For all the shit you've been stuck with I can guarantee I've had more clean pussies than you. I've tried doin sandpaper before but if that's what you're into, than hey, every girl needs to have a good time.
But yes, we are talkin the Pure Title. The title that I hold. The title I have continued to hold. The title that I will continue to hold from this point forward. The title that none of you will hold following this match's conclusion. I appreciate the confidence guys, I do, it shows you actually give a shit about this which is more than Petrov did, but all the confidence in the world will not change anything. I'll be the champion walkin into octagon and I'll be the champion walkin out.
Not some amateur act who thinks talkin like he thinks he's smart or callin himself a "doctor" makes him bad-ass.
Not some shitstain coward who always blindsides me to get the edge on me.
And not some wannabe Nate ripoff who can barely string a sentence together without snortin another line.
And just so you know Z? I'll gladly say you're the shittiest guy here.
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Post by Zombie McMorris on Nov 17, 2020 22:23:29 GMT -5
LOL
I love it when homeboys fall into the trap.
You post -> I win
You don’t post -> I win
You try and talk shit -> I still win
Clearly I share the ring this week with dudes who cant wrestle or talk.
Papa tort inject this shit into my veins.
Daemon, you got a week before hell comes to frog town.
Before ol’ Z comes for you.
The Pale Rider.
The coked up Madman,
Swingin dick and hammer for all the world to see
And trust ya boi when he tells you that the world is starvin to see him back in action.
Live and in person.
They didnt know what to do with me but you stick that mic in my hands and I’m droppin bombs on the babes in toy land, ya feel me?
Don’t regurgitate when they tell you.
To zip the beans above the franks.
You’re not them.
Don’t listen.
Be your own man but All ol’ Z sees before him is a child that got too much too fast and is struggling to keep his head above water.
And they all float down here, Max.
Trust ya boy. They all float down here.
From the Frosts to the Carters,
Old Z has no competition in this match.
I have no equals.
No one to match fist to bony fist.
Neck bone for neck bone.
Ya’ll know what its like to pretend.
Until it gets real.
Hold ya tongue cuz ol Z is about to make you feel his words And my words -> they fuckin hurt.
Back all you fools into a corner. Curb stomp you half to death.
Gut wrench you for the fifty and pin your lifeless husks for the three.
Theres pure then theres ZMAC
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Post by Mr. Zaigon Carter on Nov 18, 2020 15:56:05 GMT -5
Look at all the quibbling, all the puppy dogs nipping at heels trying to get attention. All trying to convince that they're something that they're not. That their own self image is reality.
Tom Frost, you'd do well to keep my name out that third rate lounge singer mouth of yours. You didn't beat me, you pinned a glorified circus freak after I did all the work. Unless the next two words are "thank you" for your first AW victory, save it. You didn't actually win, you were in the right place at the right time. Which won't be the case at Turmoil.
I'll be frank ZMac, I don't really know why you're here but AW seems to love putting people with name value and no recent accomplishments in title matches I'm in so I guess you fit the bill. Unlike the last time that happened though, there's no third rate shoot fighter holding me back from taking a title. So scheme up your funny little rhymes and metaphors, do what you need to do. Understand though that it won't matter, because it ain't hate you're trying to conquer. It's greatness.
Then there's you champ. What more do I need to say that I, and that tire iron in Florida, haven't already? This was supposed to be just the two of us, that's what I wanted. It's not however, but don't think that's changes the outcome. Don't think that because these other two idiots are clouding what should have been our fight alone, that the title won't be leaving in the hands of its new rightful owner. Change all the variables, add as many dipshits as you want, the result will be the same.
Mr. Zaigon Carter. Pure Champion.
Get ready.
I am.
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Post by Zombie McMorris on Nov 18, 2020 16:36:05 GMT -5
Saigon,
The best thing the 3 of you have done was say my gawd damn name
The peak of your careers are uttering the name
Zombie McMorris
Ya boi knows it's hard to get it through ya goofy skull but you ain't nothin or nobody zmac hasnt fuckin dusted already
When you wanna come to fight, zmac will kick ya mother in the cervix
Kick her in the tear so hard, itll fundamentally change you on the DNA LEVEL
but shootah, nah. I just dont see it.
Frost wants to prove he can fill seats
Daemon just praying to god, suckin all the cock he survives
Then theres you
Beating ur dick in the corner
Tryin to play it up
You ain't in control here
And you be a turoil when I dove kill all of you and take the pure title to a place it's never been
Relevant
My shine is grime
And it's the best thing going
Damn shame ain't no one ever said that about you
Go see ya grandma
Covid calling
At least then you got an excuse
Cuz right here. Right now
You just dead meat
And trust me, you'll float down here too
LOLZ
Conquer. The. Hate
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Post by Mr. Zaigon Carter on Nov 18, 2020 17:22:36 GMT -5
Oh I'm not in control here? Let's look at this for a second.
Who was the person who put himself in this match because he accepted a fool's open challenge, then drove the point home by driving blunt metal into the back of his head? Oh yeah, that's me.
And who's the person that's only here because some middle management minion put him here, gave him something that he didn't deserve, and for all that will only receive an ass whooping and no title come Turmoil? Oh yeah, that's you!
In fact you're really the one who has the least claim to be here. Can't have a championship match without a champion, even one as useless as Max. Can't have one without a challenger, and that's the whole reason I've been hounding him for weeks now. Tom Frost is a soon to be exposed fraud, but even he at least won a match this week.
Hell, you couldn't even win when you faced me last Zombo. Or did you forget September 14th?
Check the record books. Assuming you can read.
So yes, I am in control. Everything that has happened, everything that will happen is because of me and what I want. No matter what you say, you think, or whatever hallucinations you see when your drug addled brain tries to rest, there is only one outcome. It's the one I want, the one I've worked towards since America Jackson's limp body went through that table.
Three losers, one new champion, and not a damn thing any of you can do about it.
You don't have to like it, but you better get used to it. I, like facts, don't give a fuck about your feelings. Only titles and money.
Both of which I'll have more of very soon.
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Post by Zombie McMorris on Nov 18, 2020 18:23:00 GMT -5
LOL
“Gah, ZMAC do you remember September”
Look, you fuckin chum boi delux, you cant simultaneously claim superiority over me then claim I’m the bottom barrel, “no accomplishments.”
Ye who is devoid of history.
They devoid of everything else.
Ya’ll don’t realize when the biggest name in these parts struts back in
Ya’ll don’t know what to do.
Cant blame Max, he’s had twenty minutes of ring time in AW
Cant blame you, Carter, cuz you’re a fucking scrum whos about to get molly whopped for chum change at a PPV
At least you’re on PPV when I raw dog your asshole for the world to see.
Snuff N Stuff Film.
Frost over there, jugglin his own nut sack, gawkin at the realist G in the room as I batter cunts from left to right.
From Rootah tah Tootah.
Snout tah Trout.
And Zaigon still be rambling bout she-it that he did 3 months ago.
Ol’ Z is here because Action Wrestling knows that this division is in trouble and when belts need to get over, you call the best shit talker in the biz-nasty.
You get on the phone.
You call it collect
1- 666- Z O L L E C T
We bringing it back. We bringing it way back.
And you and Frost and Daemon can gather up and huddle up. Cuz this guys good. Maybe this sharp tongues for making coleslaw.
Cuz Body Bags are on deck every gawd damn day goofs in clown shoes like you walk this earth and think they are better than Zombie McMorris.
And that when I’m gettin all the sloopy toppy from my wife with that belt around my waist
I’mm make sure to jizz all over it.
And make you boys lick it clean
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Post by Mr. Zaigon Carter on Nov 21, 2020 23:56:02 GMT -5
See, I can though. You are garbage, I am superior to you. I guess all the drugs have made what's left of your brain soft, because that's how this works. I didn't say it was something special, but the truth isn't always pretty. I do appreciate how truly like Sisyphus you are though; you roll that rock just so close to the top of the hill. When you FINALLY get there though, it rolls right back to the bottom and over you. Good job fuck stick.
Meanwhile Max over there is like Icarus. Your Pure title wins are your wings, but bad news kiddo you're about to experience the Sun. As you fall to your doom, the thing shining will be the title you previously owned. Gleaming on my waist, my shoulder, and in my general world. All mine, while you drown in your failures and blood.
Sorry Frost, there's no Greek myths about haggard looking fucks who play gin joints and steal wins from the hard work of others. Not ones worth repeating anyway, and luckily enough you won't be repeating victory anyway.
Meanwhile I sit above you all as Zeus, bringing my wrath upon all you those unworthy of my help. You get nothing except destruction, all at my hands because just like the King of the Gods himself, everything is at my command. It's all mine, and all that separates me from that reality is time. Time I have. Time that doesn't matter, because no matter how long it takes I will win.
At any cost.
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Nov 22, 2020 0:05:05 GMT -5
What is it with everybody and metaphors? Sure they're fun but when everybody does 'em they just lose their luster you know?
You're not cool or some amazing bad-ass for comparing yourself to Gods or for calling me Icarus. You're just a prick who can't comprehend that they're in way over their head.
If Frost laying out that he's an accomplished amateur fighter who can make you tap out in seconds or that ZMac is a sick fuck who will do things to your skull that are illegal in most states is any indication, you are in way over your head.
Where do I stand in this? The same place I always have been. Better than you and leagues ahead of where you claim to be.
You're a fuckin coward who always has to attack me from behind instead of slappin me in my face and challengin me. You use a weapon to get the upper hand, which, on anybody else, I'd commend. But what makes the difference here is that I'm honest about it. Ya' see that kick to the dick I gave to Hunter at XIII? I'll own that shit. I saw an opportunity and I took it.
You? You attacked me with a tire iron and demanded a title match like a pussy because the only way you could've earned a shot is if I handed it to you out of frustration. So congratulations. You got your wish in the most bitch-ass way possible.
I'm not sayin the other shitbirds deserve a shot either, but they've done more to prove they do than you have.
You wanna know what it'll cost you when I keep my title? Whatever's left of your pride.
It isn't worth much of anything, but it's certainly fun to piss all over.
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Post by Zombie McMorris on Nov 22, 2020 10:47:56 GMT -5
Ya'll talk about the costs of payment and the lengths and depths and depravity that ya’ll winnin to go. Nillas, this is black friday and ya’ll arguin with the cashier about the fuckin mask policy. Mean while ya boi ol’ Z walks up.
Piss-toe-lee in my grip
I shot the clerk. I shot the clerk. I shot the clerk.
Then I take off in my metallic mint green convertible.
TVs, chicken wings, little 18 year old Makaylee who got roped into a shift coverage bound and gaged and lovin the secret thrill -> pure title around my waist cackling into the night air
As Zaigon flaps a scrap of paper on the counter screaming “I have a money”
Nilla, you gone catch a a superman beatdown, bein that bold. How do I know that aint a 20 wrapped around a buncha ones?
Daemon screaming about honoring the preorder.
“I was on the list. I was on the list”
Nilla, this you, this yo sig-nasty at the bottom? You got ID? Can you positively ID this pre-championship in this courtroom?
How many fingers I got up? I rest my fuckin case
Then you got Frost, cookin grits, lookin out dirty windahs because homeboy is about to get washed like this was a sac of suds
Ya’ll good ol boys shoulda stole the can of tuna when you had the fuckin chance.
NOw ya’ll about to be quintessential Norton
While I’m just quintessential Z
Palmin this Pure title.
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Post by Mr. Zaigon Carter on Nov 23, 2020 23:42:29 GMT -5
Oh look, the soon to be former champion popped back up. This time he came with the "What have you ever done" rookie nonsense. News flash Maxy, I've been a champion everywhere else I went. Tag team, world, and even here the losses I've taken aren't even my fault. Undefeated in singles I am, but you want to know why I'm in this match?
Because I took it. I made myself a commodity, made myself interesting. I said I wanted something, I took action to actualize those words, and here we are. I know it's hard for you to process, being just a punch punch kick man to figure out. If you want something in this world, you have to take it. You issued the challenge, I accepted with emphasis. When you leave your front door open, don't be surprised when someone takes your shit.
And call me crazy, but I think I'm starting to like you Zombo. You're relentless, insane, and seem like one hell of a warrior. I'm still gonna kick your ass en route to the title, but I like your style. We're not so different you and I.
Except, you know, I'm better in every way imaginable. Besides that though!
So this is where we are at as the time draws near. Maxy, hold that title close. Treat it like a lover, a child, someone you cherish dearly.
Because in a few days it dies.
Not you, not my potentially new yet inferior friend Zombo, or that hack job singer can stop it. I will be the Pure Champion, one way or another. I'm many things, but you know what I'm not?
A liar.
Prove me wrong. Make me wrong.
You fucking can't.
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Post by Max f'n Daemon on Nov 24, 2020 7:29:14 GMT -5
Dawn of the final day and Zaigon still thinks he's hotter shit than he actually is.
I guess we need to go back Day 1 because he still hasn't learned anything
Congratulations. I've also won titles elsewhere, including a World Title in my first ever match, so miss me with that "I was impressive elsewhere" bullshit. It sure as shit doesn't faze me. All that means if you haven't done shit here. I, on the other hand, have accomplished more in less time than you ever have. That's what I pride myself on: being so good that I'm rushed to winning championships.
You're so awful that you're rushed to the back of the line...which is where you'll be once again once you lose this match.
So now that this is the final day, we've established that Zaigon has done nothing to prove he's earned this shot. He's in this match because I wanted him one-on-one and Tort decided to be an asshole.
ZMac's in this match to provide some fun. He's a sick fuck dedicated to tearin people apart and makin 'em bleed which will contrast well with the match's style, but will be his own undoing. That's if he can actually focus. If his high-as-fuck rattlings have been any indication...
Talk all the shit you want ZMac. I can guarantee nobody can make sense of it.
Then there's Frost, who was only added into this match because Tort was bored, which is ironic because he's the only one that fits the mold of what a Pure Champion usually is.
Or at least the old mold.
Because the new mold is just gonna be my face and my name on this title.
I've been provin people wrong since I got here.
The fuck makes you think you're so special?
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Post by Mr. Zaigon Carter on Nov 24, 2020 22:33:58 GMT -5
History Maxy, history.
See you, Zombo, and that other idiot are like the Indians. You've done your best to make lives for yourselves here in your own way. Well, except for Frost he's an empty shell. Either way, the point is you're all here in Action Wrestling making the best of it. Doing it your way.
I am the Pilgrims, I am the colonists from a different land coming to take what I want. Oh sure, I've played nice to a point. Gotten in here, seen what the lay of the land is. But when that was done?
It was time to tear it all down, replacing it in MY image. Not yours Maxy, not yours at all.
See just like my forefathers centuries before me, I will wipe all three of you off the map. I will do it however is necessary, and since you've all decided that it will take brutality that's just fine. American history is blood stained, so too soon will be yours. When push comes to shove, I'll do things that will make great Americans like Andrew Jackson look up at me with pride. It doesn't matter what I have to do, as long as history turns out correct.
Ends, means, you know the expression.
There is no bottom for me, no low to which I won't stoop, no line I won't cross. Whatever, and I mean WHATEVER, it takes. Your pride, your honor, your limits will stop you. I am a limitless violence machine, a rabid animal locked in a cage with three others. I have to walk out alive. It's not a want, it's a need.
You can't match that. You don't understand it, you don't feel it.
At Turmoil though, you will feel it.
Every. Single. Drop.
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