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Post by Spencer Adams on Apr 12, 2017 0:44:29 GMT -6
Theme:Freestyle Competitors will be allowed as many posts as they want between the start time of 12am and end time of 12am the following day.
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 20, 2017 23:55:12 GMT -6
Shadowlove cant outsell a bowl of fruit Pt1
pt2
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Post by NegaSoniK on Apr 21, 2017 7:08:03 GMT -6
Zmac thinks he has this....he good but he aint sweep this thing good.
ALso OLE Z..ole Z that like old yeller? didnt they put ole yeller down?
Anyway OLE Z Shadowglove and I have one thing in common, we may have a combined title rein equal to your brain cell count, but we have one thing you'll never have. Heart, we never give up, you cant say the same. you'd be a horrible champion, what happens when you get bored? then you just up and drop the title to some lame loser skank and snap that ole neck so you can take the easy way out.
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Post by NegaSoniK on Apr 21, 2017 10:46:56 GMT -6
Maybe I spoke to soon. Looks like ole z got to lover of shadowtives. But NegaSoniK give no fucks! Imma come harder than the stache family at a hair wax sell come Sunday and you pricks are going down!
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 21, 2017 12:38:04 GMT -6
AWWWW UUUCCCCIIIIII
Don't chu dare B sowah..
Clap ya hands N' feel dat poowwaahhh!!
Yo, Nega-FGT. I figured dat we gone do dis -> then we gone do this right - > right here -> right now.
Them pawdk-k-kast were the shee-it N' all but I figure that it wouldnt be a hypermedia match without that k-k-k-k-lassik beatdown from ya boi-> ol'Z.
Shits endin' soon then all its going to be is bell to bell and broken arm tah broken arm -> shattered dreamz to Z-wrekt wrektums.
Ol'Z bout tah go up in here and do this shity ol' nasty style. You know whats gone happen N' the world knows whats gone happen. I'mma bout to commit statutory rape on ya punk azz.
drop dick so deep James Cameron gonna make a block blustah about it.
they gone find the heart of the ocean in your small intestine.
They gone find Atlantis in your spleen.
they gone find my shoe laces in your kidneys.
Most importantly they gone find jew dead in a bathroom somewehere -> hanging around like your name was A-A-Ron Hernandez. Get chu on that double murdah.
get chu on dat acquitted but chu cant acquit dat guilty conscious that you gone goof'd when you decided to persist in this match. You gone half'tah look ya self in the mirror and confess to yourself that you just aint as dank as Zombie DankMorris.
Dat you just aint as good as the coked up mad man
dat you aint the champion that ol'Z really is.
I push N' I pull. I carry that weight because leather and gold is more than fifteen pounds.
You got the weight of the division on ya back and Ol' Z gonna BREAK YOU FUCKIN' BACK AND MAKE YOU HUMBLE WITH DAT CAMEL CLUTCH YOU FUCKING JAYBRONI.
THANK GAWD FOR THE FRIDAY AND THE COLD BEER
Most of all, thank gawd that ol' Z is here to carry you and shade to the best match of your career.
to the best match of the night.
And me, the wrestler of the night.
Because all you naka jappy flippy FGTs aint got nuttin on Z but my Niz-ut on yo faces
DEUCES BITCH
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Apr 21, 2017 12:59:19 GMT -6
Man, I shit you not, I really thought that Zombie "Dank" McMorris was supposed to be the best of the best when it comes to being a "badass freakarella" on social media? Hell, even NSK graduated from eating those retard sandwiches that the Brotherhood has been force-feeding him and started taking his dumbass pills to stay even with Ol' Z and Shade this week. How does it feel to be nothing more, and nothing less, than just Spencer Adams' one trick, one shot, fourth wall Hypermedia living dead girl whore? Now Zombie, you have been one of the most overrated and predictable "Living Legends In Your Own Mind" that I have ever faced throughout my short wrestling career. I have proven to everyone in this organization that you're not the only "badass brand name freakarella" in this organization that can put people in the seats. I have shown everyone in this organization that if you don't know how to sell your product both inside and outside of the squared-circle, then, the UCI Fandom won't keep buying tickets.Take a good look around “Mr. All self-hype and no self-action man”, would anyone in this organization really care about this Hypermedia Media Match if I wasn’t involved? Hell, the plan probably was to bring you in anyways and make this a fatal four way match all along, but the other Billy G.O.A.T. that this match was taylormade around went back into the real world of struggling small business owners. So you live off the Internet. So what. So you put Bobby Cairo into a Volcano. So what. So you made your career as an Internet media whore in a second-rate organization with third-rate talent. So what. So why don't you put the death of the WCF on your resume as well? Hell, that place was dead for two days when the place closed down when the top talent left. And it was pretty much dead until the top talent such as yourself smelled the chum in the water and started to roll back in there as this so-called, self-proclaimed, #BeachKrew/Pantheon hybrid to show your domination over the no-talent scrub individuals that remained.You of all people should know that people in that shit-hole die left and right all the time and just like any second-rate organization soap opera telenovela, people come back from the dead all the time. Just look at The McMorris Family Legacy as an example of that. Who are you trying to impress anyways except for those oogly boogly boppity boop overweight, acne-ridden males, living in their parent’s basements, surviving on a diet of Funyuns and Red Bulls?Do you actually think those smelly, unsociable cave dwellers, sporting your sweat laden cosplay gear with your latest dumbassed fuccboi meme that would only ever make sense to another “gamer” like yourself would actually think that they would ever really have a chance in hell of running into a real celebrity like myself? For one, they would have to turn a light other on on something other than on a computer screen. And if they ever did that, they would find out that they were living in their parents basement like yourself and would most likely scatter like a swarm of cockroaches at some cosplay Comic-Con International event.Now, the Zombie "Dank" McMorris that I knew when I first started out in this sports entertainment business hobby of mine wouldn't have sold out his reputation so quickly to the likes of Spencer Adams, even if he was your boy, in some meaningless point spread concept that is supposed to boost ratings over the Internet. You really want to know how I am doing this week? My sweet Miyamoto and myself are doing quite fine, thank you, thank you very much for asking, my friend. I mean afterall, I am second-generation wrestler like yourself and the only difference between you and me other than the aesthetics is, I didn't have to bend my reputation over Spencer Adams’ desk in order fuck my family's reputation. At least please tell me one thing? Spencer did buy you dinner first before he fucked over The McMorris Family Legacy? Because if he didn't, you better work that mouse and scroll up to very first question I asked you. I didn't have to go chasing after the Horror Kore coked up Honey Badger madman like you want everyone to believe because I was already signed to this meaningless match beforehand. Hell, even Nega is getting over on you in that department because we were signed, sealed, and delivered, before you were even afterthought in Spencer’s dick with his, OMFG! Hypermedia Contract Signing bullshit he gave to the fans to introduce his "big name" signee.I mean, you are the Zombie “ Dank” Mc Toolface that I’m thinking about and not some Bobby Cairo out of body experience? I sure don't want to sound like one of those second-rate scrub podcasts that you think are getting you over in this organization? But even I know Spencer Adams is a gimmickry kind of guy and I wouldn't put it past him to send out some fake assed Zombie Jabrony, you like my play on words, like a fake Undertaker, a fake Kane, a fake Razor Ramon? Then again, where I'm standing, we are all living in a very fake reality in this real world, now aren't we?You sure do sound like you are one hell of a pioneer alright, that's sarcasm Zombie, just like with your podcast, sarcasm doesn't translate in print, or whatever social media venue that you are choosing to bitch and moan, rant and rave from. So, if you really are the Zombie “Dank” McMorris, from the McMorris Family Legacy, the guy that threw Bobby Cairo into a Volcano some 100 times according to your podcast, you do know that you bad actors in that second-rate organization only need one take right?But anyways, either way, can I get an autograph after the match mister Internet darling? As this week went on, the more weak, damn I am good with my cosplay on words, your voice has gotten. But, why would you be worried about your so-called, self-proclaimed McMorris Family Legacy in this organization?After all, according to yourself, or was that Zombie McToolface, this Hypermedia Media Match is solely based on the fact that the fix is in already.Your family legacy might make Spencer tinkle in his pants, but you know deep down that you couldn't kill anyone in this sports entertainment business unless they wanted to burn out and fade away from the public eye. You keep on name dropping names like I'm supposed to care. Everyone in this sports entertainment business dies, it's just a matter of who and how. The who is themselves. And the how is they choose their right to die via physician-assisted suicide. My, my, my, you, you “Dr. Death” Steve Williams wannabe, you weren't even the first to come up with that bright idea. I do, dun, believe that it was “Dr. Death” Jack" Kevorkian that beat your dumbass to that gimmick.But, since we are name dropping, here are a few that you have named, Wade Moor, or is that More, David Sanchez, Joey Flash, Dune, D I A V A L O, Doc Henry, your volcano boy, Bobby Cairo, or his out of body experience, Odin Balfour, fuck, just go look at that Jayson Price’s Nightmare on South Street. All of those individuals were here at one time as one hit wonders too and had to run back into the safe arms of Seth Lerch. Even your boy, Mikey eXtreme is ghosting this joint under a “blanket” but scared to sign on the dotted line.Oh and as for your other boy, Little Kev, I can see how you like to take street cred on making him too. I thought I saw Zombie McMorris’ DNA all over the plague of stupidities face. You might of made him in the WCF, but here, in the home of honest-to-god opportunistic hardcore competition, the U, only one man made him the kind of World Champion that he is today. Oh, Little Kev is like you alright, congratulations, people love him in the dub, but here, he wasn't loved until Ol’ “Shadow” showed him the “Love”.Kevin Bishop was synonymous with a UCI milk carton while being Seth Lerch’s “bitch” as People's Champion.Hell, I wasn't even active in this organization at the time and it took my influential manipulation to help the World Heavyweight Champion get himself over in this organization. Do you see a theme, Zombie, my influence and manipulation is all over this organization and the World Heavyweight Championship.Howard Black, took me on before he chased your son into hiding after he beat him for the World Heavyweight Championship and Howie was afraid to take me on in a Hell-in-the-Cell match after he sent your boy, Crow, into silly Rabbit, or is that Rabid, ville?I made Alex Richards, a G.O.A.T. in this organization after your boy, David Sanchez, pussied out and left after he couldn't get his way behind the scenes. Aforementioned, Kevin Bishop. Don’t worry Little Kev, I haven't forgotten about you, You are the only reason that I'm in this Hypermedia match in the first place. You ran to Spencer Adams behind the scenes like Sanchez didn't you? You told Spencer that I was trolling you on fake media so you thought he would bring in the best of the best at this genre to shut me up.Adam Young wasn't going to stop me.And now, we have Zombie McMorris.All you have been doing is bitching and moaning, ranting and raving about me for the past five days like you were Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. You saw my shadow. You saw my excessive pride in and admiration in one's own appearance. And you just fell in love me in my custom-made Calvin Klein underwear, hell, that is all you keep on talking about in your podcasts, I know I'm the Total Package but I'm no Sexy, Flexy, Lexy Lugar, but man, people are starting to talk.You just better watch out, you might make your volcano boy, Bobby Cairo, or his out of body experience, jealous.You keep slobbering over my tightie whities so much that you will probably make some dumbassed fuccboi childish comment about racism from some kind of video and meme, I dropped.Go figure.My sweet Miyamoto did say that weak-minded people like yourself, Little Kev and his hapless bunch of dimwitted minions would be easily influenced and manipulated by the aesthetics of my professional wrestler-slash-professional model career. And oh, how she was completely right. Just look at how I made your voice crack in that wannabe no-nonsense horseshit of a second-rate wrestler podcast that you are trying to get over on the UCI’s Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the UCI Fandom. Your weakness was buying into the bullshit of the Honey Badger My Little Pony Brony comparison that I sold to you and everyone else on in this organization even before this week even started. And ever since, you have been under the influence and manipulation of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s cocaine and my custom-made Calvin Klein undies.Damn, if this wasn't just a straight up themed Freestyle Shoot, I would be queuing up some Huey Lewis and the News or some Eric Clampton on the ol’ Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system right about now.Oh, you were talking up quite a storm about my classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, that shows off my fighter's face. My ice cold stare which radiants from my sparkling blue eyes. My upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs. Either my newly fresh and crisp stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe or my black leather trench-coat that I wear on any given day. My custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots. And my low dusky voice ringing out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister.As well as my sweet personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei” Ms. Miyamoto. My simply ravishing femme fatale temptress’ sleek raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face. Her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is encased by me at the moment. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lip that are whispering sweet nothing in my ear while caressing my muscular chest with her fingers as we speak.Stop that, that tickles. Bad girl.Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The thought of the immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from my sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle world-beating engine can be heard echoing in your ear. Imagine those Rizoma Handlebars. Those Marchesini wheels and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spoke tires.Mmmm, mmmm.My Vantablack Gulfstream G650 twin-engine business jet airplane, designed for speed and grace paired with style and comfort, sitting on a tarmac of my private airfield.Mmmm, mmmm.My stark white stretch limousine, with a 10” lift and 38” rims and the toughest, most versatile off-road tires ever made, 38.5X14.50X15C Interco Super Swamper TSL/SX Bias-Ply tires with Vantablack mud flaps with a 3 1/2" by 2 1/4" chrome sexy cowgirl insignia and personalized license plate “Hariuddoburondo”.Mmmm, mmmm.My sweet Miyamoto's Japanese chauffeur, black chauffeur hat, jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suit, waiting ever so patiently on standby in case we want to just cruise.Mmmm, mmmm.My sweet Miyamoto's salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, black sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits somewhere around here on guard and in attack formation.Mmmm, mmmm.The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing in the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka was an amazing sight to see. Each one of the Five Tiers of The Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda represents The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God original gangstas known to man. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, in the world today.Mmmm, mmmm.Where my parents reside.Damn that thought just killed the mood.Now Nega, NSK, all you have to do today is just be quiet the rest of the day and the Brotherhood could have another Championship, a very meaningless Championship, but a Championship nonetheless in their ranks. Zombie, you really want to know how much under the influence and manipulation of the anti-establishment, establishment, the voice of the silent, unsilent majority of this organization, the anti-hero, hero, and one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite that you are?This is the part of the promo where “PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode would start to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.And I would be raising his arms straight out to his sides, bowing my head, in slow-motion, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.My sweet “The Fashionista Sensei” would be taking her proper place cradled up my muscular body, as she is right now, moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. The only sign of movement is her caressing my muscular chest with her fingers.I would be raising my head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “That is my the UCI’s Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the UCI Fandom consider me their “Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you and NSK want to put in front of my name” shit-eating grin.Zombie, you really, really think that you can mic drop this day, with the samo-samo he said, she said, bullshit that you keep on repeating day after day, like if you weren't already Spencer Adams’ boy toy without this Freestyle Shoot?Win or lose, no matter what you say, what you do, you will never, ever get over on me as long as I am breathing.My heart rate remains at a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in my blood helps my preternatural powers in the corner of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert on the business at hand of this Hypermedia Championship Match at Beyond.Just ask your boy, Lil’ Kev, about threatening my life and threatening my career. He has beaten me twice, twice Zombie, and yet, here I still am.You’ve threatened to kill me, but everyone knows that you are full of nothing but bullshit. How do I know this?Once I defeat you and NSK in this Hypermedia match at Beyond, and your son, Crow McMorris, hands me your Family Legacy and Hypermedia Championship, I will vacate that meaningless Championship.You and Spencer Adams just heard me right. I will VACATE the meaningless Hypermedia Championship that I just don't really give a fuck about, and be laughing every time I see the name of Zombie McMorris.You know why I am laughing at you?Because, no matter what you say, what you do, on this fake social media, Internet bullshit, every time that you and your family looks at the legacy of the Hypermedia Championship. . . “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove will be listed as #1 as this organization’s Inaugural Hypermedia Championship.My sweet Miyamoto, and everyone in this organization and that second-rate organization, and myself will be laughing at you knowing that Zombie McMorris is #2.Because you aren't shit.Now, lets just see how long it will take for you to jump back on here, pick up that mic that you dropped and bark that samo-samo nonsensical “Who let the dogs out?” bullshit that you are known for?And when you do. . .
WOOF!, WOOF!
I Will OWN YOU!
THIS IS THE END. . . MY ONLY FRIEND, THE END!
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 21, 2017 14:29:32 GMT -6
Man, I shit you not, I really thought that Zombie "Dank" McMorris was supposed to be the best of the best when it comes to being a "badass freakarella" on social media? Hell, even NSK graduated from eating those retard sandwiches that the Brotherhood has been force-feeding him and started taking his dumbass pills to stay even with Ol' Z and Shade this week. How does it feel to be nothing more, and nothing less, than just Spencer Adams' one trick, one shot, fourth wall Hypermedia living dead girl whore? Now Zombie, you have been one of the most overrated and predictable "Living Legends In Your Own Mind" that I have ever faced throughout my short wrestling career. I have proven to everyone in this organization that you're not the only "badass brand name freakarella" in this organization that can put people in the seats. I have shown everyone in this organization that if you don't know how to sell your product both inside and outside of the squared-circle, then, the UCI Fandom won't keep buying tickets.Take a good look around “Mr. All self-hype and no self-action man”, would anyone in this organization really care about this Hypermedia Media Match if I wasn’t involved? Hell, the plan probably was to bring you in anyways and make this a fatal four way match all along, but the other Billy G.O.A.T. that this match was taylormade around went back into the real world of struggling small business owners. So you live off the Internet. So what. So you put Bobby Cairo into a Volcano. So what. So you made your career as an Internet media whore in a second-rate organization with third-rate talent. So what. So why don't you put the death of the WCF on your resume as well? Hell, that place was dead for two days when the place closed down when the top talent left. And it was pretty much dead until the top talent such as yourself smelled the chum in the water and started to roll back in there as this so-called, self-proclaimed, #BeachKrew/Pantheon hybrid to show your domination over the no-talent scrub individuals that remained.You of all people should know that people in that shit-hole die left and right all the time and just like any second-rate organization soap opera telenovela, people come back from the dead all the time. Just look at The McMorris Family Legacy as an example of that. Who are you trying to impress anyways except for those oogly boogly boppity boop overweight, acne-ridden males, living in their parent’s basements, surviving on a diet of Funyuns and Red Bulls?Do you actually think those smelly, unsociable cave dwellers, sporting your sweat laden cosplay gear with your latest dumbassed fuccboi meme that would only ever make sense to another “gamer” like yourself would actually think that they would ever really have a chance in hell of running into a real celebrity like myself? For one, they would have to turn a light other on on something other than on a computer screen. And if they ever did that, they would find out that they were living in their parents basement like yourself and would most likely scatter like a swarm of cockroaches at some cosplay Comic-Con International event.Now, the Zombie "Dank" McMorris that I knew when I first started out in this sports entertainment business hobby of mine wouldn't have sold out his reputation so quickly to the likes of Spencer Adams, even if he was your boy, in some meaningless point spread concept that is supposed to boost ratings over the Internet. You really want to know how I am doing this week? My sweet Miyamoto and myself are doing quite fine, thank you, thank you very much for asking, my friend. I mean afterall, I am second-generation wrestler like yourself and the only difference between you and me other than the aesthetics is, I didn't have to bend my reputation over Spencer Adams’ desk in order fuck my family's reputation. At least please tell me one thing? Spencer did buy you dinner first before he fucked over The McMorris Family Legacy? Because if he didn't, you better work that mouse and scroll up to very first question I asked you. I didn't have to go chasing after the Horror Kore coked up Honey Badger madman like you want everyone to believe because I was already signed to this meaningless match beforehand. Hell, even Nega is getting over on you in that department because we were signed, sealed, and delivered, before you were even afterthought in Spencer’s dick with his, OMFG! Hypermedia Contract Signing bullshit he gave to the fans to introduce his "big name" signee.I mean, you are the Zombie “ Dank” Mc Toolface that I’m thinking about and not some Bobby Cairo out of body experience? I sure don't want to sound like one of those second-rate scrub podcasts that you think are getting you over in this organization? But even I know Spencer Adams is a gimmickry kind of guy and I wouldn't put it past him to send out some fake assed Zombie Jabrony, you like my play on words, like a fake Undertaker, a fake Kane, a fake Razor Ramon? Then again, where I'm standing, we are all living in a very fake reality in this real world, now aren't we?You sure do sound like you are one hell of a pioneer alright, that's sarcasm Zombie, just like with your podcast, sarcasm doesn't translate in print, or whatever social media venue that you are choosing to bitch and moan, rant and rave from. So, if you really are the Zombie “Dank” McMorris, from the McMorris Family Legacy, the guy that threw Bobby Cairo into a Volcano some 100 times according to your podcast, you do know that you bad actors in that second-rate organization only need one take right?But anyways, either way, can I get an autograph after the match mister Internet darling? As this week went on, the more weak, damn I am good with my cosplay on words, your voice has gotten. But, why would you be worried about your so-called, self-proclaimed McMorris Family Legacy in this organization?After all, according to yourself, or was that Zombie McToolface, this Hypermedia Media Match is solely based on the fact that the fix is in already.Your family legacy might make Spencer tinkle in his pants, but you know deep down that you couldn't kill anyone in this sports entertainment business unless they wanted to burn out and fade away from the public eye. You keep on name dropping names like I'm supposed to care. Everyone in this sports entertainment business dies, it's just a matter of who and how. The who is themselves. And the how is they choose their right to die via physician-assisted suicide. My, my, my, you, you “Dr. Death” Steve Williams wannabe, you weren't even the first to come up with that bright idea. I do, dun, believe that it was “Dr. Death” Jack" Kevorkian that beat your dumbass to that gimmick.But, since we are name dropping, here are a few that you have named, Wade Moor, or is that More, David Sanchez, Joey Flash, Dune, D I A V A L O, Doc Henry, your volcano boy, Bobby Cairo, or his out of body experience, Odin Balfour, fuck, just go look at that Jayson Price’s Nightmare on South Street. All of those individuals were here at one time as one hit wonders too and had to run back into the safe arms of Seth Lerch. Even your boy, Mikey eXtreme is ghosting this joint under a “blanket” but scared to sign on the dotted line.Oh and as for your other boy, Little Kev, I can see how you like to take street cred on making him too. I thought I saw Zombie McMorris’ DNA all over the plague of stupidities face. You might of made him in the WCF, but here, in the home of honest-to-god opportunistic hardcore competition, the U, only one man made him the kind of World Champion that he is today. Oh, Little Kev is like you alright, congratulations, people love him in the dub, but here, he wasn't loved until Ol’ “Shadow” showed him the “Love”.Kevin Bishop was synonymous with a UCI milk carton while being Seth Lerch’s “bitch” as People's Champion.Hell, I wasn't even active in this organization at the time and it took my influential manipulation to help the World Heavyweight Champion get himself over in this organization. Do you see a theme, Zombie, my influence and manipulation is all over this organization and the World Heavyweight Championship.Howard Black, took me on before he chased your son into hiding after he beat him for the World Heavyweight Championship and Howie was afraid to take me on in a Hell-in-the-Cell match after he sent your boy, Crow, into silly Rabbit, or is that Rabid, ville?I made Alex Richards, a G.O.A.T. in this organization after your boy, David Sanchez, pussied out and left after he couldn't get his way behind the scenes. Aforementioned, Kevin Bishop. Don’t worry Little Kev, I haven't forgotten about you, You are the only reason that I'm in this Hypermedia match in the first place. You ran to Spencer Adams behind the scenes like Sanchez didn't you? You told Spencer that I was trolling you on fake media so you thought he would bring in the best of the best at this genre to shut me up.Adam Young wasn't going to stop me.And now, we have Zombie McMorris.All you have been doing is bitching and moaning, ranting and raving about me for the past five days like you were Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. You saw my shadow. You saw my excessive pride in and admiration in one's own appearance. And you just fell in love me in my custom-made Calvin Klein underwear, hell, that is all you keep on talking about in your podcasts, I know I'm the Total Package but I'm no Sexy, Flexy, Lexy Lugar, but man, people are starting to talk.You just better watch out, you might make your volcano boy, Bobby Cairo, or his out of body experience, jealous.You keep slobbering over my tightie whities so much that you will probably make some dumbassed fuccboi childish comment about racism from some kind of video and meme, I dropped.Go figure.My sweet Miyamoto did say that weak-minded people like yourself, Little Kev and his hapless bunch of dimwitted minions would be easily influenced and manipulated by the aesthetics of my professional wrestler-slash-professional model career. And oh, how she was completely right. Just look at how I made your voice crack in that wannabe no-nonsense horseshit of a second-rate wrestler podcast that you are trying to get over on the UCI’s Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the UCI Fandom. Your weakness was buying into the bullshit of the Honey Badger My Little Pony Brony comparison that I sold to you and everyone else on in this organization even before this week even started. And ever since, you have been under the influence and manipulation of “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove’s cocaine and my custom-made Calvin Klein undies.Damn, if this wasn't just a straight up themed Freestyle Shoot, I would be queuing up some Huey Lewis and the News or some Eric Clampton on the ol’ Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system right about now.Oh, you were talking up quite a storm about my classic masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, that shows off my fighter's face. My ice cold stare which radiants from my sparkling blue eyes. My upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs. Either my newly fresh and crisp stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe or my black leather trench-coat that I wear on any given day. My custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots. And my low dusky voice ringing out fully, with all charm and charisma that one can muster, mister.As well as my sweet personal bodyguard/valet and “Fashionista Sensei” Ms. Miyamoto. My simply ravishing femme fatale temptress’ sleek raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face. Her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin is encased by me at the moment. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and alluring lip that are whispering sweet nothing in my ear while caressing my muscular chest with her fingers as we speak.Stop that, that tickles. Bad girl.Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The thought of the immense and incredibly powerful distinct sound from my sophisticatedly carbon fibre and premium Ducati Diavel 1198cc Testastretta 11° Dual Spark V-twin high performance motorcycle world-beating engine can be heard echoing in your ear. Imagine those Rizoma Handlebars. Those Marchesini wheels and slick Zircotec-coated dual exhaust pipes, the Ducati Diavel 240/45 ZR17 Pirelli Diablo Rosso II with Marchesini forged and machined, 8.00 x 17, 10-spoke tires.Mmmm, mmmm.My Vantablack Gulfstream G650 twin-engine business jet airplane, designed for speed and grace paired with style and comfort, sitting on a tarmac of my private airfield.Mmmm, mmmm.My stark white stretch limousine, with a 10” lift and 38” rims and the toughest, most versatile off-road tires ever made, 38.5X14.50X15C Interco Super Swamper TSL/SX Bias-Ply tires with Vantablack mud flaps with a 3 1/2" by 2 1/4" chrome sexy cowgirl insignia and personalized license plate “Hariuddoburondo”.Mmmm, mmmm.My sweet Miyamoto's Japanese chauffeur, black chauffeur hat, jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suit, waiting ever so patiently on standby in case we want to just cruise.Mmmm, mmmm.My sweet Miyamoto's salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, black sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits somewhere around here on guard and in attack formation.Mmmm, mmmm.The Five Tiered Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda standing in the middle of the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka was an amazing sight to see. Each one of the Five Tiers of The Hariuddoburondo Private Restaurant Nightclub Shinto Shrine and Casino Pagoda represents The Godai, the five elements of Chi (Earth), Sui (Water), Ka (Fire), Fu (wind), and Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven). The bottom story of Chi (Earth) housed a fine dining Restaurant featuring the best in Far Eastern and Western cuisine. The second story of Sui (Water) housed one of the hottest Nightclubs in all of Far East Asia. The third story of Ka (Fire) housed one of the lucrative Private Casinos for high-end clientele. The fourth story of Fu (wind) housed one of the most awe-inspiring Shinto Shrine Museums in honor of an Honest-to-God, not The God, but A God original gangstas known to man. And the top story of Ku (Void, Sky, or in some cases, Heaven) housed one of, if not, the most powerful and dangerous Yakuza Oyabun, the boss of all bosses, in the world today.Mmmm, mmmm.Where my parents reside.Damn that thought just killed the mood.Now Nega, NSK, all you have to do today is just be quiet the rest of the day and the Brotherhood could have another Championship, a very meaningless Championship, but a Championship nonetheless in their ranks. Zombie, you really want to know how much under the influence and manipulation of the anti-establishment, establishment, the voice of the silent, unsilent majority of this organization, the anti-hero, hero, and one of the original central foundational cornerstones in the birth, growth, development, and preservation of the United Championship Infinite that you are?This is the part of the promo where “PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode would start to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system.And I would be raising his arms straight out to his sides, bowing my head, in slow-motion, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus, wept.My sweet “The Fashionista Sensei” would be taking her proper place cradled up my muscular body, as she is right now, moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts. The only sign of movement is her caressing my muscular chest with her fingers.I would be raising my head showing with a malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a “That is my the UCI’s Hierarchy, everyone in the back, and the UCI Fandom consider me their “Face Of The Franchise’, the whole ‘F’N’ Show, Mr. UCI, if you will, or whatever expletive that you and NSK want to put in front of my name” shit-eating grin.Zombie, you really, really think that you can mic drop this day, with the samo-samo he said, she said, bullshit that you keep on repeating day after day, like if you weren't already Spencer Adams’ boy toy without this Freestyle Shoot?Win or lose, no matter what you say, what you do, you will never, ever get over on me as long as I am breathing.My heart rate remains at a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in my blood helps my preternatural powers in the corner of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert on the business at hand of this Hypermedia Championship Match at Beyond.Just ask your boy, Lil’ Kev, about threatening my life and threatening my career. He has beaten me twice, twice Zombie, and yet, here I still am.You’ve threatened to kill me, but everyone knows that you are full of nothing but bullshit. How do I know this?Once I defeat you and NSK in this Hypermedia match at Beyond, and your son, Crow McMorris, hands me your Family Legacy and Hypermedia Championship, I will vacate that meaningless Championship.You and Spencer Adams just heard me right. I will VACATE the meaningless Hypermedia Championship that I just don't really give a fuck about, and be laughing every time I see the name of Zombie McMorris.You know why I am laughing at you?Because, no matter what you say, what you do, on this fake social media, Internet bullshit, every time that you and your family looks at the legacy of the Hypermedia Championship. . . “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove will be listed as #1 as this organization’s Inaugural Hypermedia Championship.My sweet Miyamoto, and everyone in this organization and that second-rate organization, and myself will be laughing at you knowing that Zombie McMorris is #2.Because you aren't shit.Now, lets just see how long it will take for you to jump back on here, pick up that mic that you dropped and bark that samo-samo nonsensical “Who let the dogs out?” bullshit that you are known for?And when you do. . .
WOOF!, WOOF!
I Will OWN YOU!
THIS IS THE END. . . MY ONLY FRIEND, THE END!  |
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 21, 2017 14:42:18 GMT -6
ZMAC talks about NSK and killin it pt 1
pt 1.5
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 21, 2017 14:57:23 GMT -6
Ah , theres Shade.
With more long -> boring -> drawn out -> dead on arrival -> uninteresting -> uninspired-> LOL kinda promo
Shade so hurt up fo' shit hes got to throw up a promo in the hypermedia trip.
Shade, my dude
Day 1 - Memes: ZMAC
Day 2 - flash promo: ZMAC
Day 3 - role reversal: LOL def. ZMAC
Day 4 - other media: #Clearly_ol'Z_havent_chu_been_payin'_attention
Day 5- freestyle: Ol' Z
I'm sittin on 15 of 15 points and this guy right here, shadowlove tryin hard to out whoop NSK so he dont eat a dove killah three count. Jokes on you, I'm beating NSK half to fuckin' death to win.
Dont try too hard, you might have to semi-retire again. The corner stone of UCI can only take so much punishment at the hands of the coked up mad man before he crumbles.
Your career rests on this match.
on this losing effort
The best about this -> when I win -> your name will be the first on my list of ended careers and yes I will spell it
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Post by SHADOWLOVE on Apr 21, 2017 15:41:25 GMT -6
And yet, here you are, so confident in yourself that when you dropped the mic in your first podcast promo on this day, I influenced and manipulated you into picking the mic back up once again to defend your hypocritical confidence by just showing up.
I don't even have to waste my time listening to you bitch and moan, you just keep on answering your own questions for NSK and myself with every post you make.
We all know that you are the coked up Honey Badger madman in desperate need of that meaningless Hypermedia Championship. Yada, yada, yada. . .
So what.
Now do you see why I don't need the Hypermedia Championship around my waist in order to be relevant in this irrelevant world of fake social media?
You are doing a fine assed job as my spokesman and new president of my fan club.
Keep up the good work smelling my Calvin Kleins my friend.
Have a nice day!
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Post by SEAMAC on Apr 21, 2017 22:48:45 GMT -6
And yet, here you are, so confident in yourself that when you dropped the mic in your first podcast promo on this day, I influenced and manipulated you into picking the mic back up once again to defend your hypocritical confidence by just showing up. I don't even have to waste my time listening to you bitch and moan, you just keep on answering your own questions for NSK and myself with every post you make. We all know that you are the coked up Honey Badger madman in desperate need of that meaningless Hypermedia Championship. Yada, yada, yada. . . So what. Now do you see why I don't need the Hypermedia Championship around my waist in order to be relevant in this irrelevant world of fake social media? You are doing a fine assed job as my spokesman and new president of my fan club. Keep up the good work smelling my Calvin Kleins my friend. Have a nice day! LOL this dude just conceded to ol' Z. 1. I'm here cuz the str8 up savage fuckin' payin' me to murk dudes who step outta line. if'n you step outta line, ZMAC gone snap ya neck. 2. If the hypermedia championship is meaningless -> why the fuck you goin for it? Also LOLZ this is some in'trest'in talk k-k-kummin from a dude who ever won a championship a day in the life -> as I live N' breath -> kinda trip 3. I'm going to wax the mat with your skull piece and jaw bone. You gotta ask yourself where you gone be when yet another championship slips through your hands. You're irrelevant -> not cuz this is fake news -> this ain't the NY times. This aint the Wash post -> bitch this aint even CNN. This is UCI. You corner stone -> bleedin heart FGT. Have sum fuckin pride in ya self -> take the eating and admit that this bum out k-k-klassed you. Now you know how Apollo felt when Rocky done shattered his orbital bone into a million little fucboi pieces. just like I'mma do to you. But you -> and NSK - > Dudes like you... I undahstand it. I undahtand one thing when you k-k-kum up against ol'Z and thats.. I will be the hypermedia champion. Cuz I'm the fucking best in the world at what I fuckin' do. Conquer. The. Hate.  |
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Post by NegaSoniK on Apr 21, 2017 22:51:21 GMT -6
Z z zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
sorry fell sleep listing to Zmac. But any way z just said we putting the rabid biotch down
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Post by NegaSoniK on Apr 21, 2017 22:53:49 GMT -6
Shadow glove and Z gott the crowd all sleeping too with there rambling bullshit.
Meanwhile Im prepping for the big match and the upset of the century.
Winning more concerning then others sex life
unlike Ole Z doggy dogg who up in everyones sex life he tinks.
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