SenatorJPO
12-13-2020, 09:03 AM
With Santa sitting-out Christmas due-to COVID, one man has stepped-forward to fill the void: Hulk Hogan!
This development truly-is an instance of life imitating art, when considering Hogan had portrayed the titular character in the cult-classic film <u>Santa With Muscles</u>.
Unfortunately, our children aren't getting the smiling "Santa With Muscles," or even the red-and-yellow-clad Hogan they know...
...They're getting the FUNB Hulkster!
Imagine this scene: A few pre-adolescent children -- well-into their "mark-out for Santa" stage -- anxiously wait-for their gift-giving visitor.
They lurk in the well-decked halls of their living room. Hundreds-of-lights -- entwined among the branches of their Christmas tree -- faintly silhouette the aspiring Santa-watchers.
Although these pre-occupied children have hid-behind their Christmas tree for only 15 minutes; to their excited minds, the wait has-seemed-like an eternity!
The youngest hungrily eyes the cookies they've left-for Santa and declares: "If Santa don't show-up, then I eat his cookies!"
Suddenly, an audible -thud- diverts the children's attention; rapidly scanning the room, they soon-gaze towards a window near the far-corner of their living room. A shadowy figure climbs-through the now-opened window...
...And what-appears is not a bulky elf, covered-in soot and pixie dust; but a roided-up, pissed-off Hogan!
"You kids, what are you doing-up? Get your carcasses back-in bed right-now, brother!"
The two-younger siblings run-off, accidentally brushing some branches and knocking-off some glass ornaments that shatter-with-a-tinkle upon the floor.
"Don't make-fun-of Steve Austin's entrance theme, brother!"
The eldest brother remains, cowering-behind the Christmas tree and wondering-whether this is just a gingerbread-induced nightmare.
To test reality, the boy summons his courage to dialogue-with this terrifying incarnation of the Hulkster.
"Where's your sack-of-toys? Did you forget it?"
"These 24-inch pythons don't need a sack, brother. And the Hulkster never forgets, brother!"
"What gifts did you bring-us?"
"I typically don't-give spoilers to Internet marks; but I'll make-an-exception for you, brother."
Hogan produces two-small vials from an interior pocket of his black, FUNB-emblazoned vest.
He holds-them-aloft in his left hand, while pointing-with his right hand.
"The left tube contains one fluid-ounce of flea-market champion Billy Kidman's blood. I forcefully extracted it back-in-the-day, brother!"
Hogan pivots his pointer and continues his show-and-tell.
"And the right tube has peach-fuzz shaven-off Eric Bischoff's backside! I wasn't joking-about shaving his ass, brother!"
Intrigued, the boy chimes-in: "But Ric Flair's the-one-who said he'd shave Bischoff! You said-that-you'd -eat- him."
"Never-mind story lines, brother! If you don't take these gimmicks, then I'll find another mark to offload-them onto."
"These are -all- our gifts?"
"Beggars can't be choosers, brother!"
With that declaration, Hogan returns the vials to his vest-pocket and walks-away: As-quickly-as he came, FUNB Hulkster stalks-into the night.
-The End-
This development truly-is an instance of life imitating art, when considering Hogan had portrayed the titular character in the cult-classic film <u>Santa With Muscles</u>.
Unfortunately, our children aren't getting the smiling "Santa With Muscles," or even the red-and-yellow-clad Hogan they know...
...They're getting the FUNB Hulkster!
Imagine this scene: A few pre-adolescent children -- well-into their "mark-out for Santa" stage -- anxiously wait-for their gift-giving visitor.
They lurk in the well-decked halls of their living room. Hundreds-of-lights -- entwined among the branches of their Christmas tree -- faintly silhouette the aspiring Santa-watchers.
Although these pre-occupied children have hid-behind their Christmas tree for only 15 minutes; to their excited minds, the wait has-seemed-like an eternity!
The youngest hungrily eyes the cookies they've left-for Santa and declares: "If Santa don't show-up, then I eat his cookies!"
Suddenly, an audible -thud- diverts the children's attention; rapidly scanning the room, they soon-gaze towards a window near the far-corner of their living room. A shadowy figure climbs-through the now-opened window...
...And what-appears is not a bulky elf, covered-in soot and pixie dust; but a roided-up, pissed-off Hogan!
"You kids, what are you doing-up? Get your carcasses back-in bed right-now, brother!"
The two-younger siblings run-off, accidentally brushing some branches and knocking-off some glass ornaments that shatter-with-a-tinkle upon the floor.
"Don't make-fun-of Steve Austin's entrance theme, brother!"
The eldest brother remains, cowering-behind the Christmas tree and wondering-whether this is just a gingerbread-induced nightmare.
To test reality, the boy summons his courage to dialogue-with this terrifying incarnation of the Hulkster.
"Where's your sack-of-toys? Did you forget it?"
"These 24-inch pythons don't need a sack, brother. And the Hulkster never forgets, brother!"
"What gifts did you bring-us?"
"I typically don't-give spoilers to Internet marks; but I'll make-an-exception for you, brother."
Hogan produces two-small vials from an interior pocket of his black, FUNB-emblazoned vest.
He holds-them-aloft in his left hand, while pointing-with his right hand.
"The left tube contains one fluid-ounce of flea-market champion Billy Kidman's blood. I forcefully extracted it back-in-the-day, brother!"
Hogan pivots his pointer and continues his show-and-tell.
"And the right tube has peach-fuzz shaven-off Eric Bischoff's backside! I wasn't joking-about shaving his ass, brother!"
Intrigued, the boy chimes-in: "But Ric Flair's the-one-who said he'd shave Bischoff! You said-that-you'd -eat- him."
"Never-mind story lines, brother! If you don't take these gimmicks, then I'll find another mark to offload-them onto."
"These are -all- our gifts?"
"Beggars can't be choosers, brother!"
With that declaration, Hogan returns the vials to his vest-pocket and walks-away: As-quickly-as he came, FUNB Hulkster stalks-into the night.
-The End-