Post by Marsupials of Mayhem on Oct 12, 2021 9:05:29 GMT -5
The camera fades in on the door of shitting apartment somewhere.
The camera man knocks on the door and we hear a bottle break. Footsteps are heard getting closer to the door and the sounds of locks being fumbled with is heard.
The door swings open and standing there iswearing a spiky luchadore mask with a long pointed nose. The mouth is cut out where a toothbrush is stuffed as they brush their teeth. He wears a Kyuss t-shirt and jeans cut off at the knees. There are shit tattoos on most of his exposed skin and he wears a pair of University Blue Jordan 1s.
He is eKid Nah.
He spits toothpaste foam in surprise.
eKID NAH:
“Hey cuz. What’s up?
“Reckon you here coz I gotta do a promo, huh?”
He snatches a coffee mug off the table which he spits into. Then he shoves the toothbrush into the same mug.
eKID NAH:
“Kid Koala text me somethin’ about it earlier, hey, cuz. Yeah yeah. I got you.
“Um… Rob Garcia or some shit. Aaaannnnnd… don’t tell me. It’s in…”
He clicks like it would help him remember.
(Off screen) CAMERA MAN:
“Xiaolong.”
Points appreciatively at the camera man.
eKID NAH:
“That the fella in that new Marvel movie, cuz?”
(Off screen) CAMERA MAN:
“I think that’s Shang-Chi.”
eKid Nah slaps his forehead.
eKID NAH:
“Aw yeah, cuz. That movie was sick as I reckon. Well… I haven’t seen it yet but it would be sick, hey?"
He shrugs.
eKID NAH:
“Righto, righto. I got this, cuz. Lemme see here…
“It’s for the cruiser belt or somethin’, yeah?”
(Off screen) CAMERA MAN:
“Number one contenders. It’s a corn maze match.”
eKID NAH:
“Corn maze match? Bruh! That shit is dope. I dunno what the Hell that means, hey? But it sounds sick as!
“Okay, well let’s get to you, Rob.”
He gives a thumbs up to the camera.
eKID NAH:
“Hey, cuz. Seen you wrestle at the last show, cuz. Must’ve been shattered, hey?
“Lochy Cade stitched you up good and proper with that roll up, hey? Never seen it coming’, cuz. Guess that’s why he’s the champ and you’re wallowin’ round in a damn maze with me and the bloke Marvel rejected, hey?”
He mimics crying.
eKID NAH:
“Don’t worry, cuz. Us Marsupials been doin’ a shitload of stuff tryin’ to make blokes like you relevant, hey? I mean, it’s impossible to underestimate you.”
Pawing at the air, eKid Nah dismisses his own comment.
eKID NAH:
“And all that ReVenant bullshit don’t scare me, cuz. Guess I gotta keep eyes in the back of my head in case one of your boyfriends get jealous and come after me, hey?
“I mean, if ya boyfriends don’t come chasin’ me I wouldn’t be surprised if ya new pimp Donzig came swingin’ his cane.
“Given a couple of my mates introduced him to a little somethin’ called the Super Marsupial Mechanism of Mayhem.”
Makes a snapping gesture with his hands.
eKID NAH:
“See, Robbo, it’s all about the company you keep. And your mates drink the douche water.
“So I reckon you’re probs gonna be super, like, excitable and shit when us three all get in that maze or whatever it is. I dunno.
“I just know I’ll stomp ya head like a cockroach and see if ya body keep on kickin’ round and stuff, hey?”
He laughs, and picks up a packet of cigarettes and shakes it, realising it’s empty before tossing it on the floor.
eKID NAH:
“Then onto old mate, Xiaolong, cuz… you been round the traps a bit, hey? Been there, done that, and all that other stuff people who been round the biz say all the time.
“I mean, you’re so old, cuz, if I wanted to kick your teeth in I gotta kick the glass off your nightstand.”
He slaps his thigh and laughs loudly.
eKID NAH:
“Jokes, cuz. Jokes!
“Well, gotta say… You got a pretty impressive resume, cuz, and dangerous.
“Reckon me and you don’t gotta have a beef if we don’t gotta.”
He shrugs.
eKID NAH:
“I don’t care. Up to you, cuz.
“Don’t need this to get in any kinda shit slingin’ contest. We can sling shit when we get hold of Garcia.
“Nah, cuz… reckon we just get in the… maze… and just try to kick each other’s friggin’ heads off and it’ll be sick as.”
Throws the metal horns with one hand as the other rattles another packet of cigarettes before tossing it.
eKID NAH:
“Fans’ll love it. We’ll love it. I make you relevant.
“I mean… if someone’s gotta win this thing, and it can’t be me, I’d rather it be you than Keith Williams stupid dog.
"Shit, Xiao… we could throw a stick and it’d distract Rob.”
eKid Nah barks at the camera.
eKID NAH:
“But me and you can put on a clinic and shit and the fans’ll eat it up, huh?
“Up to you, Xiao, cuz. Seriously, up to you, mate.
“Coz I could care less to be honest, cuz. Zero fucks given.”
Flips off the camera with both hands.
eKID NAH:
“I’m gonna go out there and have some fun and shit and see how many times I can stomp on Rob Garcia’s dreams, cuz. Or his head.
“Dreams… head.”
Does a scale weighing motion with both hands.
eKID NAH:
“And if it’s gotta be at your expense, Xiao, then whatever, cuz.
“I mean, I need your respect like I need that girl from last night to text me.
“Halloween Honor’s gonna be fun, boys.”
The Prick snatches a bottle of whiskey off his coffee table and holds it up to the camera.
eKID NAH:
“And I’ll drink to that.”
</Fade to Black.>
The camera man knocks on the door and we hear a bottle break. Footsteps are heard getting closer to the door and the sounds of locks being fumbled with is heard.
The door swings open and standing there iswearing a spiky luchadore mask with a long pointed nose. The mouth is cut out where a toothbrush is stuffed as they brush their teeth. He wears a Kyuss t-shirt and jeans cut off at the knees. There are shit tattoos on most of his exposed skin and he wears a pair of University Blue Jordan 1s.
He is eKid Nah.
He spits toothpaste foam in surprise.
eKID NAH:
“Hey cuz. What’s up?
“Reckon you here coz I gotta do a promo, huh?”
He snatches a coffee mug off the table which he spits into. Then he shoves the toothbrush into the same mug.
eKID NAH:
“Kid Koala text me somethin’ about it earlier, hey, cuz. Yeah yeah. I got you.
“Um… Rob Garcia or some shit. Aaaannnnnd… don’t tell me. It’s in…”
He clicks like it would help him remember.
(Off screen) CAMERA MAN:
“Xiaolong.”
Points appreciatively at the camera man.
eKID NAH:
“That the fella in that new Marvel movie, cuz?”
(Off screen) CAMERA MAN:
“I think that’s Shang-Chi.”
eKid Nah slaps his forehead.
eKID NAH:
“Aw yeah, cuz. That movie was sick as I reckon. Well… I haven’t seen it yet but it would be sick, hey?"
He shrugs.
eKID NAH:
“Righto, righto. I got this, cuz. Lemme see here…
“It’s for the cruiser belt or somethin’, yeah?”
(Off screen) CAMERA MAN:
“Number one contenders. It’s a corn maze match.”
eKID NAH:
“Corn maze match? Bruh! That shit is dope. I dunno what the Hell that means, hey? But it sounds sick as!
“Okay, well let’s get to you, Rob.”
He gives a thumbs up to the camera.
eKID NAH:
“Hey, cuz. Seen you wrestle at the last show, cuz. Must’ve been shattered, hey?
“Lochy Cade stitched you up good and proper with that roll up, hey? Never seen it coming’, cuz. Guess that’s why he’s the champ and you’re wallowin’ round in a damn maze with me and the bloke Marvel rejected, hey?”
He mimics crying.
eKID NAH:
“Don’t worry, cuz. Us Marsupials been doin’ a shitload of stuff tryin’ to make blokes like you relevant, hey? I mean, it’s impossible to underestimate you.”
Pawing at the air, eKid Nah dismisses his own comment.
eKID NAH:
“And all that ReVenant bullshit don’t scare me, cuz. Guess I gotta keep eyes in the back of my head in case one of your boyfriends get jealous and come after me, hey?
“I mean, if ya boyfriends don’t come chasin’ me I wouldn’t be surprised if ya new pimp Donzig came swingin’ his cane.
“Given a couple of my mates introduced him to a little somethin’ called the Super Marsupial Mechanism of Mayhem.”
Makes a snapping gesture with his hands.
eKID NAH:
“See, Robbo, it’s all about the company you keep. And your mates drink the douche water.
“So I reckon you’re probs gonna be super, like, excitable and shit when us three all get in that maze or whatever it is. I dunno.
“I just know I’ll stomp ya head like a cockroach and see if ya body keep on kickin’ round and stuff, hey?”
He laughs, and picks up a packet of cigarettes and shakes it, realising it’s empty before tossing it on the floor.
eKID NAH:
“Then onto old mate, Xiaolong, cuz… you been round the traps a bit, hey? Been there, done that, and all that other stuff people who been round the biz say all the time.
“I mean, you’re so old, cuz, if I wanted to kick your teeth in I gotta kick the glass off your nightstand.”
He slaps his thigh and laughs loudly.
eKID NAH:
“Jokes, cuz. Jokes!
“Well, gotta say… You got a pretty impressive resume, cuz, and dangerous.
“Reckon me and you don’t gotta have a beef if we don’t gotta.”
He shrugs.
eKID NAH:
“I don’t care. Up to you, cuz.
“Don’t need this to get in any kinda shit slingin’ contest. We can sling shit when we get hold of Garcia.
“Nah, cuz… reckon we just get in the… maze… and just try to kick each other’s friggin’ heads off and it’ll be sick as.”
Throws the metal horns with one hand as the other rattles another packet of cigarettes before tossing it.
eKID NAH:
“Fans’ll love it. We’ll love it. I make you relevant.
“I mean… if someone’s gotta win this thing, and it can’t be me, I’d rather it be you than Keith Williams stupid dog.
"Shit, Xiao… we could throw a stick and it’d distract Rob.”
eKid Nah barks at the camera.
eKID NAH:
“But me and you can put on a clinic and shit and the fans’ll eat it up, huh?
“Up to you, Xiao, cuz. Seriously, up to you, mate.
“Coz I could care less to be honest, cuz. Zero fucks given.”
Flips off the camera with both hands.
eKID NAH:
“I’m gonna go out there and have some fun and shit and see how many times I can stomp on Rob Garcia’s dreams, cuz. Or his head.
“Dreams… head.”
Does a scale weighing motion with both hands.
eKID NAH:
“And if it’s gotta be at your expense, Xiao, then whatever, cuz.
“I mean, I need your respect like I need that girl from last night to text me.
“Halloween Honor’s gonna be fun, boys.”
The Prick snatches a bottle of whiskey off his coffee table and holds it up to the camera.
eKID NAH:
“And I’ll drink to that.”
</Fade to Black.>
