Post by The Marsupials of Mayhem on Aug 31, 2021 2:05:13 GMT -5
The camera fixates on a Northern Pro Wrestling backdrop with bold red maple leaves poignant on a black background.
Skipping into view comes a gorgeous woman with a grey fur strapless bra, US Army issue camouflage cargos and Doc Marten boots. She twirls a grey fur tail in her hands and has cute little ears protruding from the mop of meticulously styled ebony hair.
The people who jerk off to tentacle porn are paying attention.
The only VISIBLE tattoos are on her right arm which displays indigenous Australian artwork of marsupials from the top of her shoulder down onto her hand.
Stopping in the middle of the backdrop, the beautiful young woman puts her hands on her hips as if she’s just found what she’s been looking for.
“Well, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
She clucks her tongue and waggles her finger, pouting at the camera.
“Don’t you know I’ve got important things to talk about? Hmmm?”
She paws the air, as if letting you off the hook, before sweeping a strand of her wandering ebony hair behind her ear.
“Nevermind. You’re here now. I’m here now. We may as well get into the swing of things, huh?
“Allow me to introduce myself to you, NPW. My name is Possum, and I’m the mouthpiece of the Marsupials of Mayhem.
“Some of my mates don’t necessarily need me to speak on their behalf, as you have heard from Kid Koala already-
“Hi baby!”
She blows a kiss to the camera and winks, channeling her best Harley Quinn.
“But others are little more speak with their fists quiet types.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she lets out a cute giggle.
“So that’s where I come in. And even if I do say so myself, I’m a little easier on the eye than the other Marsupials.
“But getting to the matter at hand… you already know that Kid Koala has already made it known of his entrance into the Battle Royale coming up in September but we figured… well we figured that sometimes to unleash a little mayhem two marsupials are better than one.”
Stepping in slowly from the side comes a solid, menacing looking fellow. His head is shaved and his face looks as though someone took a handful of shit and just smeared it across their face.
It’s makeup. I swear.
It just looks like shit.
He wears a brown trench coat you might leave a cafeteria if you saw one worn. Beneath that a plain black top, black jeans and black boots. His leather gloved hands are bawled into fists and he snarls at the camera.
“Oh… here’s number two.
“This is the Wombat.
“Not a very menacing sounding kinda name but that’s not really the point. See, while you’ve all got these awesome nicknames like the Great White Terror and the Nightmare and such… the Wombat has got something better…”
He pounds one fist into his opposite hand, pressing hard over the knuckles.
“He’s got anger issues.”
She shrugs.
“Like, serious anger issues. Like, therapy twice a week and five bongs a day might settle him into an ordinary psychopath.
“If he wasn’t mates with Kid Koala there is NO chance I would ever stand with him alone in a room.
“He actually creeps me out a little.”
She turns to him, as if she were checking the distance before turning back to the camera.
“A lot…
“And Kid Koala kinda figured, if he’s going into this thing to prove that the Marsupials of Mayhem are going to turn Northern Pro Wrestling on it’s friggin’ head… who better to take in there with him than someone who will ACTUALLY rip off friggin’ heads.
“Did I say he had anger iss---”
A low growl is heard behind Possum, cutting her off mid-speech, who takes that as her cue to step back. The Wombat stares a hole into her and she simply steps aside as he steps forward to address the viewers.
“Northern Pro… I hope you’re paying attention to this. I hope you’re REALLY listening in good."
He draws a long breath, his eyes barely even blinking as he stares right into your soul down that camera lens.
“When I step inside that ring in Nova Scotia, standing side by side with my brother Kid Koala…
“The agenda begins.
“Our message gets delivered.
“Everything you KNOW… is about to change.
“Every-ONE you KNOW… is about to understand.
“Northern PRO… is about to become relevant.”
He shoves a stubby gloved thumb into his own chest so stiffly an overselling heel would bounce over the top rope.
“It doesn’t matter how many of you stand inside that ring to oppose us. It doesn’t matter if you team up. Shit… it doesn’t matter if you bring God damned weapons.
“WE… don’t fall.”
The Wombat points a ferocious finger into the barrel of the camera.
“YOU fall. You ALL fall down.
“There’s no king’s horse. There’s no king’s men. NOBODY comes to put you back together.
“This ain’t no fucking nursery rhyme. This isn’t playtime.
“This time we prove your relevance.”
He steps back to let Possum step forward, leaving one last thought.
“You’re either with us… or you’re against us.”
Interjecting, Possum takes the focus from the Wombat, who turns his back in the background to look at the NPW backdrop.
“With us or against us.
“Stand up to us… and you fall down.
“In Nova Scotia, in that Battle Royale, there won’t but one but TWO Marsupials of Mayhem.
“And you’re all about to find out what becoming relevant ACTUALLY feels like.”
She kisses the palm of her hand and blows a kiss, winking as we…
Fade to black.
Skipping into view comes a gorgeous woman with a grey fur strapless bra, US Army issue camouflage cargos and Doc Marten boots. She twirls a grey fur tail in her hands and has cute little ears protruding from the mop of meticulously styled ebony hair.
The people who jerk off to tentacle porn are paying attention.
The only VISIBLE tattoos are on her right arm which displays indigenous Australian artwork of marsupials from the top of her shoulder down onto her hand.
Stopping in the middle of the backdrop, the beautiful young woman puts her hands on her hips as if she’s just found what she’s been looking for.
“Well, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
She clucks her tongue and waggles her finger, pouting at the camera.
“Don’t you know I’ve got important things to talk about? Hmmm?”
She paws the air, as if letting you off the hook, before sweeping a strand of her wandering ebony hair behind her ear.
“Nevermind. You’re here now. I’m here now. We may as well get into the swing of things, huh?
“Allow me to introduce myself to you, NPW. My name is Possum, and I’m the mouthpiece of the Marsupials of Mayhem.
“Some of my mates don’t necessarily need me to speak on their behalf, as you have heard from Kid Koala already-
“Hi baby!”
She blows a kiss to the camera and winks, channeling her best Harley Quinn.
“But others are little more speak with their fists quiet types.”
Shrugging her shoulders, she lets out a cute giggle.
“So that’s where I come in. And even if I do say so myself, I’m a little easier on the eye than the other Marsupials.
“But getting to the matter at hand… you already know that Kid Koala has already made it known of his entrance into the Battle Royale coming up in September but we figured… well we figured that sometimes to unleash a little mayhem two marsupials are better than one.”
Stepping in slowly from the side comes a solid, menacing looking fellow. His head is shaved and his face looks as though someone took a handful of shit and just smeared it across their face.
It’s makeup. I swear.
It just looks like shit.
He wears a brown trench coat you might leave a cafeteria if you saw one worn. Beneath that a plain black top, black jeans and black boots. His leather gloved hands are bawled into fists and he snarls at the camera.
“Oh… here’s number two.
“This is the Wombat.
“Not a very menacing sounding kinda name but that’s not really the point. See, while you’ve all got these awesome nicknames like the Great White Terror and the Nightmare and such… the Wombat has got something better…”
He pounds one fist into his opposite hand, pressing hard over the knuckles.
“He’s got anger issues.”
She shrugs.
“Like, serious anger issues. Like, therapy twice a week and five bongs a day might settle him into an ordinary psychopath.
“If he wasn’t mates with Kid Koala there is NO chance I would ever stand with him alone in a room.
“He actually creeps me out a little.”
She turns to him, as if she were checking the distance before turning back to the camera.
“A lot…
“And Kid Koala kinda figured, if he’s going into this thing to prove that the Marsupials of Mayhem are going to turn Northern Pro Wrestling on it’s friggin’ head… who better to take in there with him than someone who will ACTUALLY rip off friggin’ heads.
“Did I say he had anger iss---”
A low growl is heard behind Possum, cutting her off mid-speech, who takes that as her cue to step back. The Wombat stares a hole into her and she simply steps aside as he steps forward to address the viewers.
“Northern Pro… I hope you’re paying attention to this. I hope you’re REALLY listening in good."
He draws a long breath, his eyes barely even blinking as he stares right into your soul down that camera lens.
“When I step inside that ring in Nova Scotia, standing side by side with my brother Kid Koala…
“The agenda begins.
“Our message gets delivered.
“Everything you KNOW… is about to change.
“Every-ONE you KNOW… is about to understand.
“Northern PRO… is about to become relevant.”
He shoves a stubby gloved thumb into his own chest so stiffly an overselling heel would bounce over the top rope.
“It doesn’t matter how many of you stand inside that ring to oppose us. It doesn’t matter if you team up. Shit… it doesn’t matter if you bring God damned weapons.
“WE… don’t fall.”
The Wombat points a ferocious finger into the barrel of the camera.
“YOU fall. You ALL fall down.
“There’s no king’s horse. There’s no king’s men. NOBODY comes to put you back together.
“This ain’t no fucking nursery rhyme. This isn’t playtime.
“This time we prove your relevance.”
He steps back to let Possum step forward, leaving one last thought.
“You’re either with us… or you’re against us.”
Interjecting, Possum takes the focus from the Wombat, who turns his back in the background to look at the NPW backdrop.
“With us or against us.
“Stand up to us… and you fall down.
“In Nova Scotia, in that Battle Royale, there won’t but one but TWO Marsupials of Mayhem.
“And you’re all about to find out what becoming relevant ACTUALLY feels like.”
She kisses the palm of her hand and blows a kiss, winking as we…
Fade to black.
