Post by Zombie McMorris on Dec 10, 2020 16:19:02 GMT -5
Cruiserweight Havoc
Echoing with long-forgotten ghosts, the wailing was wrenching. The guttural sobbing, broke hearts all over the world.
As one father wept, all fathers wept.
In the home of Vincent buddy roman, long since silent sat the very man whos name sake, forsaken so many. In the bedroom of Kazward Mazy, first of his name, buddy roman sat, plumped and bent at the waist. Balling on kaz's bed. A frame pictured squeezed in the fingers. Tears glinting off little rays of sunshine.
" Kazward, I tried to stop him. First of his man, conqueror of the cruiserweights. Vulcan Saigon of the hentai express. Here I sit, dancing with ghosts. Lamenting feverish heartbreak. For you.
Zombie McMorris packed his bags today. Cocaine at the ready. Body bags on deck.
The OG cruiserweight madman returns.
I know, I know. Brothers fight. It's just something you do that a father never wants to see.
And this- the first time zmac competes in 201 since Auron Vega cut off his most southern drawl of south pawls.
Cruiser Havoc 2020
I know you can take care of yourself
But who's going to help - them?
Them, they. THEY! Who do not understand the violence and the dominance we have been dealing out weekly. The double dose of doom decrying decay and deviance.
Among them. Which among them can stop MY SON, the conqueror of the CW AND MY CLIENT, the man who put 201 on the whole map.
The whole of the map and the whole of the world is watching. Waiting, not for one of them to step up but see how fast and how ferocious they get stepped on and put in their places at the hands of THE VAPOR KINGS.
When people like CJ KEETON, KARLIE NASH, THE VOID, JIM MUD.. and TEO
Only you and teo know the hell which shall be brought upon you
Kaz, in truth.
I must confess.
I couldnt stop him
I didnt want to stop him
You needed a challenge
And my god, my son, do you have a challenge
Only question is
Are and all of them challenge enough to overcome the pale rider
When he heaves joke after joke out of the ring.
Until it's just you two
And dove come to be slain
This must be what it sounds like … when doves cry."
Out of the shadows of the darkest corner of the room dominates the disembodied voice of zmac.
" ol Z makes his inglorious return to the cruiserweights. To fight those who seem themselves worry to defeat a vapor king but kaz, it takes a vapor king to defeat a vapor king and THE VAPOR KINGS to upend and obliterate a sorry division such as this. Tah Stimp-Stawmp out muddah fuckahs with pre-meditated, pred-jew-dust. And set the CW world on fire.
The pale rider cometh.
The pale rider taketh.
To destroy any who dare challenge him. This whack division is about to get smoked as ol Z clobbers the entire roster in one match. There are a lot of faces. Some old. Some new
Many dont know what ol Z is about
You have heard stories and legends
But this is the real thing
About to Z-Wrekt, each and everyone of you for a belt that none if you have the history
It personal sacrifice that I have to make sure this match exists in the first damn place.
Kaz, teo...we go way back
But this ain't then. This is different
Ol z is different. Championship gold will be around my waist and you are all hopeless to stop me. Wrecking fuccbois for fun, that's the name of the game.
And business is booming.
At havoc, new faces will meet an old enemy. And old enemies are hard to kill.
Dove killers, curb stomps, broken dreams and shattered bones.
A chorus of screams to announce my title reign.
In one swoop
these geeks will get got.
An atomic bomb.
Death.
The pale rider cometh.
Men and women will be eaten alive, screaming. Writhing from the coked up madman
There will be no survivors
When zmac claims havoc.
Trust. Me.