Enterance:
*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 staple gun and 12 inch blade hanging on a rope around his neck and holding a sign in the air that sez "I DON'T LISTEN TO MACHINES!!!!" (other side sez "f** U VINCE!") signaling a
"Militant"-like protest against the computerized General Manager.
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 245 POUNDS. TITLES HERE.... REPERSENTIN' BORN 2 DIE...THE OWNER OF XTREME WICKED WRESTLING.. THE X2W WORLD DEATHMATCH CHAMPION, 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 enters the ring and grabs the microphone to speak.
Killa-mo: Ok. when i first came here. It was to help make Cambria and Lived look really good. The agents who told me to come in said give it a 30 day test drive. Don't worry we're not like f**'s like Vince. So i said i'll give it a 30 day test run and all would be well.. Or so i thought.
The crowd silents
Killa-mo: Little would i know... THAT I WOULD HAVE TO TAKE ********' ORDERS FROM SOMEBODY WHO'S TALKING FROM A COMPUTER!
The crowd becomes mixed half chanting "KILLA-MO" and the other half booing killa-mo.
Killa-mo: I'm a ********' human being. I VOTED FOR A MAN TO BE OUR LEADER. NOT FOR GHOSTS IN A GOD DAMN MACHINE! TONIGHT IS THE START OF A REBELLION... THE START OF THE RESIST-STANCE! I SPOKE TO MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS WITHIN THE B2D RELIGION AND I HAVE DECIDED. TONIGHT I AM GONNA MAKE SURE MR. COMPUTER HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO MAKE HIS ISSUES KNOWN OFFLINE. THE MODEM GETS UNPLUGED TONIGHT! THE WIFI GET'S UNHOOKED! IT'S TIME THE WORLD FINDS OUT WHO YOU ARE AND UNTIL MY 30 DAYS ARE UP.. I AM GONNA SPEND ALOT OF THIS TIME FINDING OUT WHO THE HELL YOU ARE. THAN FOR TALKING THRU A MACHINE WHICH IS THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO WITH SKYNET AND BIG BROTHER WATCHIN' US..I AM GONNA TAKE YOU INTO THIS RING, MAKE YOU APOLOGIZE FOR HIDING. THAN I AM GONNA GIVE YOU THE HIV HEAD FIRST IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS RING SO I GOT SOME TIME LEFT CHICO SO GHOST IN THE MACHINE.. JUST LIKE CAMBRIA. GET READY FOR YOUR DEATH RIDE CUZ ONCE YOU ******** WITH A PISSED OFF MILITANT... YOU'LL SEE WE'RE ALL BORN TO ******** DIIIIIIIIIIIE!
Killa-mo chucks the mic onto the floor right next to the stand where the laptop is located at and waits for his opponent with a very angry look.
while this was taking place. 2 masked men show up at ringside behind the guard rails. one wielding a baseball bat and the other wielding a crowbar. What the hell is going on?
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