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Oct. 23rd, 2007
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Sorry I'm late.
This may be the first time I've mentioned mite, the "super-steroid" whose active ingredient is nova mitochondria. I know it's the first time I've mentioned Crenshaw, who's actually just the latest in a chain of mite (ab)users asked to don the tentacled mask, suction-cupped gloves, and fuchsia tights of the Polyp ("from the French 'poulpe,' which translated into the English 'octopus' or 'squid'", as an XWF representative explains to Crenshaw when he asks if he's wrong in thinking a polyp is "something that grows on your ass").
When he remarks that in the fuschia, "[p]eople will think I'm, like, a fag or something", the XWF guy is shocked, shocked that he could be so "two-oh" as to think that racism, homophobia or religious bigotry have any place in modern sports entertainment. The rep then goes on to explain that Crenshaw doesn't really bring anything to the XWF
That brings Crenshaw around, obviously.
October 23
[Aberrant] A half-bright mitoid by the name of Crenshaw is hired by the XWF as their newest jobber, "The Polyp".
This may be the first time I've mentioned mite, the "super-steroid" whose active ingredient is nova mitochondria. I know it's the first time I've mentioned Crenshaw, who's actually just the latest in a chain of mite (ab)users asked to don the tentacled mask, suction-cupped gloves, and fuchsia tights of the Polyp ("from the French 'poulpe,' which translated into the English 'octopus' or 'squid'", as an XWF representative explains to Crenshaw when he asks if he's wrong in thinking a polyp is "something that grows on your ass").
When he remarks that in the fuschia, "[p]eople will think I'm, like, a fag or something", the XWF guy is shocked, shocked that he could be so "two-oh" as to think that racism, homophobia or religious bigotry have any place in modern sports entertainment. The rep then goes on to explain that Crenshaw doesn't really bring anything to the XWF
that we cannot reproduce via the fortuitous union of a common Star Lord's barista and a syringe in the ass. Now, do you want to be in the show, or do you want to be back out there, watching the XWF from the dubious comfort of whatever hovel your minimum-wage job affords you... at least until you have to hock your obsolete junkheap of a computer to pay for more mite?
That brings Crenshaw around, obviously.
