Halloween Honor | the Marsupials of Mayhem
Oct 11, 2021 21:47:43 GMT -5
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Post by Marsupials of Mayhem on Oct 11, 2021 21:47:43 GMT -5
We cut to an NPW Halloween Honor backdrop with pumpkins and skeletons decorating the way.
The camera focuses on the trio standing before it. Possum, the Wombat and Dropbear.
Possum, looking drop dead gorgeous with her cute little ears and a low cut strapless fluffy gray bra, her breasts half hanging out.
The Wombat snarls at a skeleton hanging from the ceiling which sways in the breeze.
Dropbear holds his plush koala teddy to his cheek and eyeball fucks the camera.
POSSUM:
“Okay, okay… can I have your attention please?”
Pushes her tits together and winks at the camera.
(offscreen) CAMERAMAN:
“Oh my friggin' God…”
POSSUM:
“Have I got it now?
“I don’t know if NPW is paying attention yet… but I know Donzig’s face is. And that face has gotten the attention of these fellas by my side.”
She snickers as she slaps her knee and make a gesture to her face.
POSSUM:
“But enough about that idiot who should have been wiped on the curtains and more about the Marsupials of Mayhem.”
She looks to her left at Dropbear then to her right at the Wombat. Both assume the position of being fierce.
They’re good at that.
POSSUM:
“At Halloween Honor, the Wombat and Dropbear have been added to the card. In a tornado tag against Spin Cycle.
“Is that a pun from head office? I mean… LOL! Well done!”
She golf claps.
POSSUM:
“But the joke’s on Reggie and Jeffrey.
“Boys… do you really want to do this? I mean… do THIS?”
Points between the men behind her.
POSSUM:
“This ONLY ends one way.
“And while you’re both SOOOOO desperate for relevance in NPW surely the price of said relevance is too severe to pay. Coz you know what happens, right, boys?”
The Wombat snatches the microphone from Possum and steps forward.
THE WOMBAT:
“You ALL… fall... down.”
He raises a finger up and then drives it towards the ground.
THE WOMBAT:
“Reg… Jeff… It goes without saying with the events that happened at the last NPW event…
“I’m a little pissed off.
“Some might argue that’s a permanent state of consciousness for me but consciousness is not something you’ll maintain for long.
“When the KGB came down to put their stupid little noses in our business they’re lucky they weren’t bitten clean off.”
Dropbear resonates with a low, audible growl that puts Possum at unease.
THE WOMBAT:
“So unfortunately for you, Spin Cycle… unfortunately for you I’ll be doing a little bit of manifestation.
“I’m no new age asshole burning incense and jerking off in a circle singing Cumbuya…
“No, I’ll be manifesting the stupid faces of the KGB on your stupid faces. And then I’ll be putting my God damn knee straight through your stupid faces.
“Then I’ll break your stupid face more with the POQ and it’s nighty-bloody-night!”
Putting her hands together, gesturing a sleeping motion, Possum giggles.
POSSUM:
“Ni-ni, boys!”
THE WOMBAT:
“The cost of your relevance will be too great for your stupid little brains to comprehend because after Halloween Honor… those stupid little brains won’t be able comprehend anything.
“You’ll be spoon fed for the rest of your life and wheeled back to your rooms so you can drool down your shirts. You can guarantee THAT!
“You’re coming back to this? You’ll wish you could seek haven in your mum’s bloody uterus, boys.
“I wish I had a dollar for every time I caved somebody’s face in… Bloody Hell!”
He looks down to his hand and counts out two fingers.
THE WOMBAT:
“And after Halloween Honor… I’ll have another two bucks!”
Possum waggles two fingers at the camera.
THE WOMBAT:
“I feel sorry for you boys. I really do.
“Wrong place. Wrong time."
The Wombat shrugs his shoulders.
THE WOMBAT:
“We’ve got some anger management strategies to expel and you’re the poor bastards on the receiving end of a message we’re delivering to the KGB.
“You ALL fall down.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re with us or against us, Spin Cycle.
“Your relevance won’t mean a damn to nobody at Halloween Honor. Coz they’ll scoop you both up in a garbage bag and send you back to your families."
He waggles a finger at the camera, his shit smear make-up face snarling at the camera.
THE WOMBAT:
“I don’t want YOU pathetic stupid sons of bitches.
“I want the KGB. I want their fucking heads on a PIKE!
“I wanna kick the smug looks off their stupid little faces and I’ll send you an invitation on Halloween Honor.
“Written in Spin Cycle’s spattered brain matter.
“You WILL fall down. You ALL fall down.”
Stepping forward, Dropbear takes the microphone off the Wombat and raises it slowly to his lips.
DROPBEAR:
“All… fall… down.”
</Fade to Black.>
The camera focuses on the trio standing before it. Possum, the Wombat and Dropbear.
Possum, looking drop dead gorgeous with her cute little ears and a low cut strapless fluffy gray bra, her breasts half hanging out.
The Wombat snarls at a skeleton hanging from the ceiling which sways in the breeze.
Dropbear holds his plush koala teddy to his cheek and eyeball fucks the camera.
POSSUM:
“Okay, okay… can I have your attention please?”
Pushes her tits together and winks at the camera.
(offscreen) CAMERAMAN:
“Oh my friggin' God…”
POSSUM:
“Have I got it now?
“I don’t know if NPW is paying attention yet… but I know Donzig’s face is. And that face has gotten the attention of these fellas by my side.”
She snickers as she slaps her knee and make a gesture to her face.
POSSUM:
“But enough about that idiot who should have been wiped on the curtains and more about the Marsupials of Mayhem.”
She looks to her left at Dropbear then to her right at the Wombat. Both assume the position of being fierce.
They’re good at that.
POSSUM:
“At Halloween Honor, the Wombat and Dropbear have been added to the card. In a tornado tag against Spin Cycle.
“Is that a pun from head office? I mean… LOL! Well done!”
She golf claps.
POSSUM:
“But the joke’s on Reggie and Jeffrey.
“Boys… do you really want to do this? I mean… do THIS?”
Points between the men behind her.
POSSUM:
“This ONLY ends one way.
“And while you’re both SOOOOO desperate for relevance in NPW surely the price of said relevance is too severe to pay. Coz you know what happens, right, boys?”
The Wombat snatches the microphone from Possum and steps forward.
THE WOMBAT:
“You ALL… fall... down.”
He raises a finger up and then drives it towards the ground.
THE WOMBAT:
“Reg… Jeff… It goes without saying with the events that happened at the last NPW event…
“I’m a little pissed off.
“Some might argue that’s a permanent state of consciousness for me but consciousness is not something you’ll maintain for long.
“When the KGB came down to put their stupid little noses in our business they’re lucky they weren’t bitten clean off.”
Dropbear resonates with a low, audible growl that puts Possum at unease.
THE WOMBAT:
“So unfortunately for you, Spin Cycle… unfortunately for you I’ll be doing a little bit of manifestation.
“I’m no new age asshole burning incense and jerking off in a circle singing Cumbuya…
“No, I’ll be manifesting the stupid faces of the KGB on your stupid faces. And then I’ll be putting my God damn knee straight through your stupid faces.
“Then I’ll break your stupid face more with the POQ and it’s nighty-bloody-night!”
Putting her hands together, gesturing a sleeping motion, Possum giggles.
POSSUM:
“Ni-ni, boys!”
THE WOMBAT:
“The cost of your relevance will be too great for your stupid little brains to comprehend because after Halloween Honor… those stupid little brains won’t be able comprehend anything.
“You’ll be spoon fed for the rest of your life and wheeled back to your rooms so you can drool down your shirts. You can guarantee THAT!
“You’re coming back to this? You’ll wish you could seek haven in your mum’s bloody uterus, boys.
“I wish I had a dollar for every time I caved somebody’s face in… Bloody Hell!”
He looks down to his hand and counts out two fingers.
THE WOMBAT:
“And after Halloween Honor… I’ll have another two bucks!”
Possum waggles two fingers at the camera.
THE WOMBAT:
“I feel sorry for you boys. I really do.
“Wrong place. Wrong time."
The Wombat shrugs his shoulders.
THE WOMBAT:
“We’ve got some anger management strategies to expel and you’re the poor bastards on the receiving end of a message we’re delivering to the KGB.
“You ALL fall down.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re with us or against us, Spin Cycle.
“Your relevance won’t mean a damn to nobody at Halloween Honor. Coz they’ll scoop you both up in a garbage bag and send you back to your families."
He waggles a finger at the camera, his shit smear make-up face snarling at the camera.
THE WOMBAT:
“I don’t want YOU pathetic stupid sons of bitches.
“I want the KGB. I want their fucking heads on a PIKE!
“I wanna kick the smug looks off their stupid little faces and I’ll send you an invitation on Halloween Honor.
“Written in Spin Cycle’s spattered brain matter.
“You WILL fall down. You ALL fall down.”
Stepping forward, Dropbear takes the microphone off the Wombat and raises it slowly to his lips.
DROPBEAR:
“All… fall… down.”
</Fade to Black.>
