Frodo is sitting down on the toilet reading the back of shampoo bottles. His face is getting red, and it looks like he's struggling with something.

"Holy shit. This shit is harder to get through than a Gator promo. Fuck me. Is that cocksucker still doing the same routine he always does? Poor Todd. He must be so fucking bored of dealing with a deranged in a mask. Oh god, this shit is stuck up there real good. I need something to get it out with."

He spots a toothbrush and grabs it. He looks it over, up and down, then begins to brush his teeth for a minute before removing the brush and jamming it up his ass, wriggling it around. A thud, plop and splash. The toothbrush hits the water as well.

'Oh my fucking god, that felt good. Felt better than knowing that Gator wishes to be like me."

He gets up, wipes his ass, turns to flush the toilet. Clogged. Looking down he sees a nasty brown mess with a blue toothbrush in the middle.

"Fuck it. Not my house, I need to shower."

He turns on the shower, waits for it to get super hot, then jumps in. Careful to not miss any part of his body, especially not that hobbit rod, he uses the entire bar of soap, and the entire bottle of Shampoo. He spots a lovely bottle of conditioner, and squirts some into his hand, before gripping his manhood and rubbing vigorously. The water's getting cold. It feels as if he's been in here for hours, oh god. He's about to cum. When the door opens. Mickey Manson bursts through.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

'Hey, gimme a minute. I'm almost done."

A twitch. Spurt. The wall is now painted. Piss drips. The water turns off.

"Hand me a towel?"

Manson hands the hobbit a towel, and he dries himself before stepping out. Towel wrapped around his head, naked body exposed. Manson is looking on in disgust.

'Body of a god, kid. Body of a god."[/[lightblue]

He throws the towel in the tub and walks out of the bathroom. Manson follows.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?"

[lightblue]"I want some food. I'ma make some pasta, watch tv, then I think we're gonna fuck. You do seem to be unable to keep your eyes off me."

"As much as you'd fucking like that I'm not gay, now what the hell is going on?"

"Then why is there a naked man in your kitchen?"

Frodo's filling a pot of water, and turning on the stove. He sets the pot on the stove and begins searching for some pasta.

"Oh, I clogged your toilet. And you need a new toothbrush."

Manson shakes his head violently, before going completely dead pan, staring straight at the dwarf.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

"It's a shit hole anyway-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Manson lunges at Frodo, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pushing him out of the door into his kitchen, where he stops, blinking. A man in a toga with his dick hanging out, turns around and gives a quick wink at Frodo, who returns it.

"What..."

Did I mention that the entire room was completely trashed? Shit covered condoms, shit covered vegetables, shit covered newspapers, shit covered shits, EVERYWHERE. Porn magazines littered the kitchen table while cutlery covered in some weird sauce was strewn in across the living room sofa. Manson was about to blow, nearly as hard as the naked toga man whose mouth was wrapped around the hobbit's dick.

"No, no this can't be happening."

Manson grabs the man by his throat and while running, slams him into the shit covered floor. Yeah, that's also covered in shit. He does this several times until the poor guy is unconscious.

"Hey, don't do that to Brian, I like Brian."

Manson is absolutely livid at the fact that Frodo has no idea what he's done wrong. It just makes him even more angrier when Frodo turns towards the bedroom to go back to sleep.

"NO! MOVE! MOVE IT NOW!"

He runs in front of Frodo and shoves him as hard as he can towards the exit.

"MOVE! MOVE LIKE IT'S WORLD WAR 3!"

And out the exit goes a naked Hobbit, soon followed by a nude Brian wearing a bloodstained toga, onto the cold, hard concrete pavement.

"Why... Why would he even be here?"

And then it hit him. Frodo was trying to help him with those colourful insults in the upcoming TV title match. That's right, Manson hit him so hard with that chair that he went a little coo-coo in the head and decided he would help him in hope that he would win it. Manson sighs and and sweeps the cutlery that was left on the sofa before jumping on. Why not have a go at striking a promo against his opponents before the match?

Manson gets up and walks across back into his bedroom, puts on his clothes before heading out, past Frodo and Brian fucking in the bushes, into his car and out into the night.

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Manson bursts into the church hall wearing his soaked black raincoat, he looks extremely tired and battered. Slowly squelching across the marble floor, Hysteria who was in the middle of reciting the Book of Higher Power, stops at the sudden entrance and walks over to him.

"Ahhh! HIS Martyr! Welcome back to our abode! Our sanctuary away from the mistaken masses. But that's fine... it's fine Mickey! We'll reach them... we'll REACH them Allllllll! This wave of madness and nonconformity shall spread to the hearts and minds of every citizen of the the world. We have missed your presence in these hallowed halls and welcome you back with the most welcome of armsssss!"

Manson bows at Hysteria, before he nods at him to use the altar, located at the very front of the church. Slowly, he walks right up to it, takes a deep breath before speaking.

"I have discovered from the tiresome promos of all my opponents, sitting at home on my comfy sofa before it was ruined by gay hooligans this morning. All the trash talk and how much that they will end each others careers... la-di-da-di-da-da. That maybe, just maybe, these 'men' I am facing are fucking . Yup, that's right, birth defect, mentally . Our great Higher Power decided that you were a worthless waste of human life and granted you all the power of being handicapped. So I pity you, I really do, for not being good enough for the Higher Power and I also pity you for thinking that you're capable of withstanding me in this match."

"Apparently I didn't earn my shot in this match, apparently I begged to get this spot. Nope. I performed the best for my team at Wargames and was rewarded. It is as simple as that. I didn't pay much, it was all down to my skill. So I promise you that you'll be thinking otherwise once I beat the living hell out of you. Leaving your little piss stains from the canvas back to the disabled toilets backstage."

"None of Knight's threats scared me. He also claimed that we at The Asylum have a sausage fest. I think he's trying to do something called a homophobic insult. Well, I used to call people 'gay' and 'queers' back in Elementary school, so it appears this perfect example of a fucking scumbag never grew up. Also, is it a bit strange you're being homophobic when you took it in the ass from Frodo for money? Fuck you, fucking jiggalo. I don't care about my life. I don't care about this match. Got that damn right, though you forgot one thing. I do care. I care because this will help spread the word of the almighty Higher Power and put assclowns like you in your place."

"We all have weaknesses? Nope. I was born perfect, blessed by the Higher Power. You seem to be using that as an excuse for why you, Gator, Maverick and Sane are all . I've already gone over this, so I won't waste my time on a subject like this concerning a cunt like you again."

"Now, concerning Gator, the champion. He's been pretty quiet about me and everyone in general. Now, Gator is a special type of , he was born with a ugly ass face, so he has some sort of disease. Thus, he always wears a mask, pretty simple. I'm gonna rip it off your fucked up face, show you off to the whole world, causing them to all get eye cancer as they cry over how their 'hero' is the ugliest man alive. I wear Venom facepaint, but you are one ugly motherfucker under there, I know it. You may be the champ, but that doesn't mean you have the biggest chance of winning, it just means that you get a rematch clause and you can boast that you're a former champion once any one of us pins you. I hope that's me, but I don't care, I'm just sending a message that night."

"Sane. I respect you. You are probably the least . Maybe you have dyslexia? I don't know. You did very well at Wargames and are under the wing of the talented Evertrust. But don't trust in him forever. His name deceives you. As soon as he's finished holding your hand, used you all up... you're nothing. Goodbye credibility. Prove that I'm wrong in the match."

"Maverick. You're not worth my time. Go fuck yourself. All you do is whine and bitch and it pisses everyone off. WAAA WAAA! Every cell in my body hates you, which is a lot of brain cells. More than you, you fuck up more than anyone on the roster, unintellectual 5 ft gold plated lubricated horse cock dick sucker."

"Despite what I say, I wish you all the best in your match. Maybe you'll be sent to a special school for some treatment? The Higher Power can change your life and you'll discover exactly why you're all spastic. That is all. Goodnight."

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Former XWF Heavy Metal Champion X3

Member of the greatest match of 2014, The Asylum versus The Three Kings

Former XWF Fomer Champion

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