*Theatre of Creeps by Circle Of Tyrants blares in the arena*
Circle Of Tyrants,
Circle Of Tyrants,
Attack you like the "Dawn Of The Dead".
Killa-mo enters the arena with a baseball bat and a staple gun around his neck.
I send you all to Satan, send you to the Devil decapitated,
Splattered, degraded, rather amazing manners of hatred manifestation,
The cannibal data-related to random standards of ********' faggots stabbed in they faces,
Buckets of acid, hitchike with truckers in traffic,
I'm stuck on a path where the outcome is nothing but tragic,
My outer appearance is nothing but average,
Inside of my brain structure, the primary function is madness,
Torture these chambers, puttin' blow torches to faces,
Corpses in my basement, torsos are my favorite,
Autopsy's invigerating, killing you is refreshing and liberating,
Playing with the dead is extensively tittelating,
Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty,
Sell you on the black market in pieces to anybody who pays me,
Limited quantity, culinary sodomy,
Unique cuisine, delicacy, the ultimate in quality.
FROM PARTS UNKNOWN. WEIGHING IN AT 260 POUNDS. HE IS THE 2010 DEADLY JAPAN DEATHMATCH GRAND PRIX WINNER AND THE "KIDNAPPER" OF THE WECW 24/7 HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP.. REPERSENTING BORN 2 DIE...KILLA-MO 187!
The Prince of evil erupts, cut you cunts into c**t lips,
You ********' f*****t punks, a bunch of sluts that'll suck d**k,
We bust clips at cops and trust kids with glocks,
We'll thrust in the ox, the puss drips and drops,
Rockin' bloody bone chains and veins, my coat's strange,
Known to indulge in pain, cracked skulls expose brains,
My God's forsaken me, there's carcass cookin' in my bakery,
Scrapin' off your skin and string it up my wall as drapery,
Dramatically battering you and vatically splattering you,
Sporadically ravaging like a scavenger do,
Sharpened claws ripped and tore your s**t,
You're dead and sure to twitch, b***h,
Your blood and piss is pourin' out of every orifice,
Corpse grizzly and grim, I use my scissors to trim,
The blue ghost from the host, as I efficiently skin,
Spin the record around, I chop your ventricles down,
You see my tentacles found you, now you enter the ground.
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Killa-mo grabs the mic and speaks.
Killa-mo: The first ever Cosmic Wrestling show is here huh? Guess Ima have to bring ultraviolence here 2. So let me look at who i am up against tonight...Edge...The Rated R Superstar...The so-called King of Conterversy *killa-mo lights a cigarette and continues to talk* let's see. only Conterversy i ever saw you do was f--k your best friends girl while he was in a different promotion. You done some good things, won a few titles, even invented a match to call your own...Nice job.
The Crowd starts to cheer and appolod for everything edge has done. But Killa-mo pauses and than speaks again
Killa-mo: However...You've never wrestled in a deathmatch. what is that thing wwe and tna call so-called no rules matches...Hardcore? that's so 90's man...I am from the ULTRAVIOLET GENERATION! I am a Violent.......By Nature type of guy. And i bet 20 dollars right now that you would'nt be able to stand toe-2-toe with me in a "DeathMatch"....But since i cant' be violent tonight...I guess i'll settle with taking this taped fist of mine and turing your pretty face ugly...So get ready, ADAM. cuz you're about to go on a ultraviolent ride...cuz we're all....BORN 2 F--KIN' DIE!
Killa-mo chucks the mike down as the crowd boo's the living hell out of him as he finishes his cigarette and waits for edge to show.
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