*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 X2W WORLD DEATHMATCH CHAMPION...THE OWNER OF XTREME WICKED WRESTLING.. VIOLENT BY NATURE: 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 slides in the ring and stands in a corner with the baseball bat on his right shoulder.
The Tornado: I got info on Killa-mo. he's not only the owner of his own company X2W but he's also their deathmatch champion. I guess deathmatch is a more graphic way of saying hardcore. Deathmatches are used alot in Japan. Killa-mo's wrestled in WCWF, UCW, GCW, WECW, The PWF, Cosmic Wrestling, and the now defunct GWWF to name a few of the promotions he's been involved in. He has done his tour of duty.
Jay Knox: And if i know correctly he's also the WECW 24/7 Hardcore Champion which is a big accolade in WECW.
The Tornado: No he's not! The guy left it in the ring and walked out. and Killa-mo dressed as one of the ring crew and stole the title. he's nothing more than a theif and Thug. He does have a mean darkside which should be big trouble as one of his opponents also has a darkside herself.
Jay Knox: If we know killa-mo's history with women. and i might be the heel and color guy but what he was involved in on his debut in WECW was the worst thing ever. he's a scumbag!
The Tornado: in other promotions he's part of a stable/tag team known as Born 2 Die and he and his tag team partner Troublez did a move they call the death note which is a crucifix powerbomb with a neckbreaker combo. they did that move to Sonic Boom through what is called the Pyramid Of Hell which was a table with 2 chairs in sit-down possition with a sheet of glass. But what they did was light it on fire.
Jay Knox: And putted her though it. Killa-mo's a sick little puppy.
The Tornado: You're tellin' me.
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