Alex,
if'n you just accepted defeat then you should have come out and just said it.
" you know, zmac. I know this is your house and im about to die in the ensuing fire so I'mma let you have this."
you could have even been a fucking idiot and made it seem like I wasnt worth your time
but you talked all that fuckin shit and just sat out for a week
and I cant accept that.
I cant abide in the fact that you want to take the cowards way out. Its one thing when you know that you are outgunned, which you are but you wanted to talk shit, save face then fall off the earth.
I guess LOL its just WCF: Final ONE
WCF made one of us a household name
and the other is still just alex richards.
At the end of the day, through all of your posturing.
All the belts
All of the respect that you amassed by being the loveable Arch Duke of Confusion
to becoming the goat slayer
to holding that AW world title.
Everything that makes you -> you
Ol' Zombie McMorris turns it to glass and ash.
A nuclear bomb detonated by the Atomic Kaiju
but hey -> you beat me once that one time a long time ago.
I think thats everyones claim. That they beat ol' Z and thus A=B or some shit.
yet I am still the most charismatic man in wrestling. I've mastered the spoken word.
I've master they key strokes.
The gifs.
The memes.
the lyrics.
the word play
the rules.
I'm the only wrestler in the world that comes with his own rule set to fight.
but nah. nah nah nah nah nah NAYYYY
Alex Richards -> you better. Like better, better?
you killin this? you ending this right here and now?
I know its easier for you walk away with some pride that this fight aint worth your time.
but thats the key. Its never in anyones best interest to fight ol' Z.
not here.
not now.
not in any match because i leave scars. My words they hurt.
a murder by stanza
a sonete of violence.
a verse of mayhem.
a prose of terrorism.
and an epilogue of ill intent
with ink that never dries because the victims are still fresh.
As if Shakespeare himself was the zodiac killer.
but now its right here in real life. this coked up madman armed with 26 letters -> who can kill you in 5 comes to town like a phonetic vampire
a nightmare on Sesame St.
Snuffy might be imaginary
but your worst nightmare aint.
I got fuccbois to kill
and rookies to ruin.
I got hobbyists to drive off
and drunks to relapse.
Its an ugly world out there but Ol' Z he's beautiful. The Helios of HTML
the Bronzed Gawd of Bytes.
The Python of Python.
The Z++ of C++
and you just alex richards wishin in dark corners that you could do what i can do with a keyboard and a 5th of vodka.
Dare me to drive?
LMAO
you cant drive. not without snake charminin that transmission flute
cuz you a slave to the man. always have been. Always will be.
But I'm free
but you and guys like you. This roster -> ya'll always gone be payin the price. Because the hands that feed never stop lookin for handouts. And those that eat don't need to feed. We are satisfied in misery of others. cuz happiness is a mask, Alex. one you all wear till your death. And at Final ONE you'll be dying.
Ruined in 2020
cuz Rona aint the worst thing.
Its ya boi ol Z but chu knew that.
you've always known that.