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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 16:48:38 GMT -6
THE CASE FOR COVEN
NINE MONTHS AGO
Jansen Myrrh had just arrived in Japan. She was to work for one of the larger women’s wrestling companies in the country. She met with the promoter at the office and was given a schedule. She had studied some Japanese, knowing she would be coming this way but not enough to catch everything or to explain what she may need to know.
Paul Banter didn’t come with her as flying to Japan was not a comfortable experience for him and he opted to stay back in the States. So when Jansen arrived at the first arena she was to perform in, she had no idea where to go or what she was to do.
She walked around the arena several times, looking for the wrestler entrance with no luck. Every door was locked and when she knocked, no one answered. Of course, everything was in Japanese so she wasn’t even sure she was at the right door when she finally sat on the steps and wanted to cry in frustration. This was sure to be a failure. She dropped her head in her hands and just sighed.
“Are you okay?”
Wait. Was that English? She looked up and saw a Japanese woman with a gym back and standing at the bottom of the stairs that Jansen sat on. Jansen looked up and shakes her head. “I’m lost.” It was then that Jansen immediately recognized the woman before her. Maho was her name and upon reading up on the talent at this particular promotion, she was a solid mid-card worker.
“You wrestle?”
Jansen nods and stands up. “I’m Jansen.”
Maho offered her hand, “Maho.”
The two shook hands and Maho walked her into the arena and to the dressing room. The schedule for the evening was posted in Japanese but Maho told her that they were working against each other that night, coincidentally.
“Oh. Okay.” And that was the end of the discussion. Jansen dressed for her match and went out after the opening match and Maho entered after her. Jansen got a decent reception being from America and the crowd booed Maho who scowled at them mercilessly.
As the match began, Maho began to just beat the shit out of Jansen for about 5 minutes. Finally, Jansen had enough and began to fire back at her just as hard and the two nearly killed each other for the duration of the match.
As the match finished and the two went back to the dressing room, she was greeted by Maho’s big smile as she grabbed Jansen’s hand and said, “Finally!” The promotion toured with the two fighting each other at most places or having them on the opposite side of tags.
The two became very close, the best of friends as after each night they would go out and eat dinner together. On their time off, Maho would show Jansen around Japan, seeing some sites in the local area and the two were inseparable.
However, Maho wasn’t the only ones in Japan that Jansen would meet.
SIX MONTHS AGO
Jansen Myrrh has already spent three months in Japan and was working for one of the bigger women’s companies in the country when she met Huruka and Muriko Ihari. She would watch their matches and they were definitely a unique duo. It had been the first time she’d seen a babyface and a heel team up successfully.
Jansen spent most of her time with Maho, so she never really approached the team but did face off against them a few times and tagged with them a few times as well. Everyone was cordial to her and after three months she was picking up a lot of Japanese and was doing better at communicating.
However, one day there was some sort of commotion in the hallway and Muriko Ihari was attacking the promoter of the event. While I could understand some of the dialogue, it was clear that Muriko had reason to accost the promoter, though it probably wasn’t a very wise decision, Jansen couldn’t blame her one bit.
Though it’s not really for Jansen to say what actually happened here, Muriko did bloody the man’s nose and kicked in the crotch at least three times, while Huruka looked on with tears rolling down her face. The promoter immediately kicked them out of the arena and as they waited for their father to come, Jansen overheard the conversation.
Of course, they’d never be able to work in Japan again once word got around. When their father arrived, he was so angry it looked like he would hit them and Jansen immediately jumped in. “What about America?”
The father stopped and glanced at Jansen as if she were some type of alien, but Jansen continued. “I know a place they can wrestle where Japanese blacklists will not work.”
He contemplated the offer for a moment and nodded. “If you can make the arrangements, I would be very grateful.” Jansen nodded and said she might need a favor later and he understood. So that was when Jansen made the call to Robert Mack.
THREE MONTHS AGO
The Iharis had secured their visas and had left for the US. Jansen was finishing up her commitment for the Japanese. The dreaded day was coming when she would have to leave. She knew she would leave her best friend behind.
She intentionally booked a flight on a day when there was no show so she and Maho could spend the day together and they did make a day of it. Carnivals and music and food. Soon it was time for her to go and Maho drove her to the airport.
As they said their goodbyes with tears in their eyes, Jansen blurted out, “You should come someday.”
The comment took Maho by surprise as she had never considered leaving Japan. “I don’t know if I could leave.”
Jansen nodded and smiled, though her eyes gave way her disappointment. “Well, if you change your mind, someone owes me a favor and can arrange to get you there. Until then, please stay in touch. I’m going to miss my friend.”
They exchanged hugs and lingered a bit longer before Jansen finally had to get through and prepare to fly back home.
JULY 21st - POST RISE AGAIN
“The War Queen” Leah sat on a chair backstage as the medics are looking her over. She had just gone to war in her debut with Mile High Wrestling as she took on Samantha Hamilton. While the result was not in her favor, Leah turned quite a few heads with her performance. It doesn’t quite look that way as the medic shines a light in both of her eyes, checking for dilation and potential concussion.
Jay: You sure do have a hard head don’t you?
The War Queen’s husband, Jay Aguero, is leaning up against a wall behind her as she is getting checked out. Always the supportive husband, he is the one that endorsed her desire to branch out in to uncharted territory.
Jay: You may not feel like it right now but what you just did out there was incredible. You set the standard for what the rest of Rise Again will need to meet and surpass. I only wish you could have heard the announcers. They described how brutal the match was… in a good way. Not to mention, they said your performance was so impressive that you showed the world that you fit right in here at Mile High.
The medic has now been wiping away any lingering blood from where Leah was busted open from a head butt. Rather than focus on the medic in front of her she simply waves off Jay.
Leah: Babe, we’ll talk specifics about it later. Right now I’ve just got a banging headache. What’s the verdict, doc?
Medic: I’m not a doctor but from what I see you should be good to go. You should be thankful. I’ve looked after many of opponents The Titaness has gone against and let’s just say they were left a little worse for wear.
Bent over, Leah runs her hands through her hair trying to gain her composure. Erecting straight up in the chair Leah cracks her neck.
Leah: Samantha should feel so lucky herself. She got me good but I’m certain no one’s brought it to her quite like I did in quite some time. I’m not afraid to take a loss. Lord knows I’ve got a whole lot more losses in my career than I do wins. I’m making a turn, however. You’ll be seeing a whole lot more of me in Mile High Wrestling. You can count on that. Make sure you have plenty of stitches on hand; no super glue. If there’s anything I’ve come to learn about myself in the past few months it’s this: I’m a bleeder.
The War Queen stands up from the chair and starts to make her way down the hall towards the locker room as Jay puts his arm around her. She leans in to him as we hear him tell her, “I’m proud of you.”
As Jay leaves the medic’s area, someone else steps into view. “I don’t think we’ve met, but I’m Jansen. Welcome to Mile High Wrestling.”
The two exchange handshakes before Jansen continues, “Hell of a match out there with Hamilton. You held your own. I think you might be what we’re looking for.”
Leah looks at her curiously, “We?”
Jansen grins and nods, “Hear me out.”
After a very successful discussion, she shot off a message to Muriko Ihari and the trio went out to dinner after the show and Jansen laid out her plan.
SEPTEMBER 1 - POST EP 22
Jansen had just finished talking with Banter as she entered the locker room. She heard some voices and walked around the row of lockers to find Double Team Ihari changing after their match with Maximum Dynamite.
“Oh, it’s you,” Jansen says. “Remember that favor you owe me? I may need you to repay that favor you owe me.”
Muriko looks at her sister who offers a translation and they both nod. Then Jansen relays in Japanese that she needs their father to arrange the transport of her friend Maho to the United States. After dumping Banter, she knew that she needed a new trainer and after talking with Maho last week, this was going to be the perfect time. Especially with what they had planned.
The Iharis said they would contact their father and try and get it done.
Jansen was still annoyed at what had transpired during the episode with Zombie, but as she stepped into the shower and as the warmth of the water hit her, it seemed to wash away. She was gathering the troops, but there was still something missing. Some element that would be completely unexpected. It had been weeks since she approached Leah and Leah was turning out to be amazing in her role as she continued to seem to befriend the Maidens, but still… there was something missing.
She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her and as she dried her hair off, she focused on the monitor that was provided in the locker room and she watched as the Shieldmaidens came down to apparently rescue Solomon Cain from Ricky Stanton and his minions.
Then she saw Cain grab and kiss Hamilton.
As the show went off the air, she grabbed her phone and shot off a message. She finished getting dressed and stepped out into the warm evening Denver air.
“What the fuck you want to see me about?”
Solomon Cain stood near the exit, smoking and leaning against the wall.
Jansen smirks as she walks over to him and nods, “We should talk. I’m putting together something you might be interested in.”
They found a bar and over a beer, details were discussed and in the end, an agreement had been met.
As Jansen left the bar, hailing a taxi back to her place, she knew she needed one more member. Six members, no matter how talented, were not going to be the force she needed them to be.
MILE HIGH SPECTACULAR 2 - September 15, 2019
Walking into the corridor, Muriko and Huruka Ihari were escorting Emily Falls from the ringside area where her father was in the ring. Huruka spoke some English, enough to get Emily to understand what was going on. Emily started to turn towards her dressing room, when the Ihari’s steered her in a different direction.
“I need to get my things,” she said as she turns back towards where she needed to go.
Huruka shook her head, “Later, please. Come.” She took Emily by the hand and gently pulled her towards another set of dressing rooms and as they walked inside, Jansen Myrrh -- still getting ready for her own match that evening -- turned towards the trio and grinned. “Emily Falls.”
Emily blinked her eyes as she looked to the two sisters then back at Jansen, “Wha--what do you want?”
Jansen rises from her seat and walks over and smiles, “I know we don’t have the best history-- that whole Candi Bratton thing, but I have something I want to talk to you about that I think you’re going to want to hear.”
Emily once again glances at both of the sisters and then turns back to Jansen, “I guess.”
Jansen smiles and nods, “Good. Sit here and let me help you with that paint.”
Jansen reaches into her bag to pull out some make up wipes and as Emily straddles a bench, Jansen straddles it as well, only facing Emily and she begins to use the wipes to wipe down the face of Emily Fall to get rid of the Snakebite facepaint that’s on her face and as she does, she begins to lay out her idea to Emily.
Huruka walks over and grabs a small trash can as the two talk and sets it next to them so Jansen can toss away the wipes as she uses them. The demeanor of Falls seems to change with each word spoken by Myrrh -- from a timid child to a more cunning young woman as a grin crosses her face as she nods gently to the words being spoken.
“We just need you to act somewhat normal during all of this until we are ready to show the world who we are. Do you want in?” Emily glances over at her reflection in the mirror, no longer the daughter of Robert Mack/Snakebite -- but she sees perhaps for the first time, Emily Falls.
She reaches out a hand, which Jansen accepts, “I’m in.”
September 19, 2019
“Package. Gate E4. 9:45PM”
Jansen got into her car and made her way to the airport. She was nervous. Why was she nervous? What the hell was wrong with her? She found some short term parking and glanced at her clock:
9:53.
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath. She adjusted her cap to cover her head as she sprinted into the airport and began to walk down the baggage claims, looking for the flight number.
It was then that she saw her. She couldn’t help but grin as she walked toward the figure who was over each bag as it passed, looking for her own and when she found it, she grabbed it and as she stood up finally took notice of Jansen and a smile spread across her face.
Maho dropped her bag and the two met each other with a big hug.
“I’ve missed you!”
“I’m missed you too, my friend.”
As they separated, Maho looked at Jansen’s head and blinked. “What happened to your hair?!?”
“That’s why I wanted you to come. I’m going to need your help with something, if you’re up for it.”
AMMO - September 22, 2019
Jansen and Maho hurried back to their locker room after the post-match attack on Paul Banter and high fived each other.
“That was awesome!”
Maho grinned and nodded. “Awesome. But --”
Jansen removed her mask and glanced at her, arching a brow, “What?”
“That… mask.”
Jansen tilts her head and then places the mask back on her face and looks in the mirror, “What?”
“You want to be feared. Not mocked. We need a better mask. I can help.”
Throwdown - September 29, 2019
The show as over, people were shocked and the debut of Coven made the impact that Jansen had wanted all along.
The group had gone their separate ways. Leah and Cain off on their own, Emily Falls had left with the Iharis who had taken her under their wing. It was a good thing that Huruka spoke some English and determined to learn more.
Jansen and Maho were heading out to their place, but Jansen’s adrenaline was through the roof. So many things that could have gone wrong, but everything worked to perfection. It couldn’t have gone any more perfect if she had written it down on paper.
In the end, Jansen knew she had to find some way to get her heart beat down. She turned to Maho, “How about a beer?”
September 30, 2019
Jansen slept in.
Jansen rarely sleeps in.
But today, she slept in.
She had shot off a tweet about wanting to face Skrabz and it was Maho who rushed into the room, “Jansen! Wake up!”
Jansen bolted upright in her bed, “What is it?”
She held out a phone and Jansen grabbed it and read that she would be in a number one contender’s four way match.
Zombie. Okay.
Cain. Okay, that was something to be addressed.
Tyke. “Oh really now?”
That was a very interesting piece to this puzzle. Perhaps it was finally her time to get her shot at the Ultimate Championship. She calmed herself. One step at a time. First, she had Space Lord on Ammo, then the four way. If she gets through that, then Skrabz at Black Magic.
She grins and looks up at Maho, “Time to cut a promo,” and with that, Jansen jumped out of her bed and headed for the shower.
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“So, finally someone is taking notice of Jansen Myrrh. Finally someone sees the potential that I can bring to this company. Finally, finally, finally. It only took the rude awakening known as Coven to finally put my name in everyone’s mouth along with those of my colleagues within the group.”
As the scene finally opens from black to Jansen Myrrh, wearing her newly acquired white and black mask with red trim. Still in Vegas, the daylight covers for the amount of wattage being used to light the City of Sin that is most spectacular at night. Behind her, arms crossed in front of her chest, stands Maho who glares into the camera. Jansen would swear she’s never seen anyone with a worst case of resting bitch face than her friend Maho.
“But before my match with Skrabz, and before my match with Zombie, Cain and Tyke Index, I have to come face to face with the living hallucination that is known as Space Lord. Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jansen glances up at Maho, who offers a smirk before Jansen turns back to the camera, “The man from outer space who thinks he has a spaceship and an intergalactic army at his disposal. Let me tell you something, Drug Lord. You’re going to need an intergalactic army in order to defeat me. So you bring your army, and I’ll bring mine. You see, you might be a big, juiced up, jacked up, drugged up lunatic with big 80s metal band hair and a fetish for lead based face paint and tripped out neon colors, what you don’t have is the skill needed to defeat me in the ring.”
“I’m sure you’ll put up a good fight. You have some power and maybe a couple of brain cells left over from all of your usage of hallucinogens but in the end, you are talking to someone with wrestling in her bloodline. I live and breath professional wrestling. You and your two buddies over there sit up in your little spaceship talking about extraterrestrials and what type of space drugs you can score, I’m in the gym nearly every single day trying to better myself. I’m going to be the Ultimate Champion one day. I’m going to be the very best this business has to offer. I plan to be a household name and you? You’re going to be a laughing stock. You’re going to be the answer to a trivia question on the back of children’s cereal or a picture on the wall at a post office.”
The camera moves in on Jansen and Maho, getting a closer shot, “While I’m standing at the end of Black Magic with my hand raised and Maho puts the Ultimate Championship around my waist and that announcer, who’s name I cannot pronounce for the life of me, announces that I’m the new Ultimate Champion -- I have to wonder -- Will you even be on the card?”
“By the end of Black Magic, Coven -- not the Shieldmaidens -- will have all of the gold. I will be the Ultimate Champion, Leah will be the Throwdown Champion, DTI will be the tag team champions and Emily Falls will be the Ammo Champion. You see, what happened last night was not the end of the story -- it was the opening statement. It was the first sentence. Coven did not just get together one day and decide to become a group. This was months in the making and you think that we’re going to just crumble at the first strike back from the maidens? You can fuck off with that nonesense. We are a unit. We work as a unit.”
“Space Lord, come Ammo, you’re going to find out once and for all why I’m called Miss Myrrh-der and here’s a spoiler for you because if you’re as dumb as you look, you won’t get it-- I’m going to murder your career, just like I did Candi Bratton and just like I did Paul Banter. Maybe your LSD buddies can wheel you to some sort of facility to get checked out when I’m done with you.”
“I’m tired of you and your buddies making a mockery of my sport. So, I’m going to put you down and put the rest of us out of our misery.”
Jansen leans in close and whispers, “You see Coven is bonded by blood -- everyone else’s blood.” Maho’s stoic features curl up into a grin as the scene fades.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 9:22:56 GMT -6
Stardate: 09172019 Thundering Terry Marshall, Space Lord, and the crew of the Starship Desolater are all moping around in the cafeteria of the Starship Desolater. Marshall has barely eaten any of his steak, Space Lord has only eaten three whole chickens instead of his usual five, and Helmet, who's the saddest of them all is crying while eating chocolate cake. The Cosmic Cowboy peels open his first Slim Jim since Mile High Spectacular Two, and do you know what he does? That's right... snaps into it.That beefy, spicy goodness gives the Cosmic Cowboy the boost he needs. He jumps directly onto the cafeteria table. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ALL NEED!?!", the Cowboy screams. "A Slim Jim?", Marshall responds in a very melancholy tone."Well yeah, but also, you all need a upbeat inspirational song about life." The Cosmic Bareback rider says. One cue the music starts and the rest of the Desolator crew appears with their instruments. The lights dim and The Cosmic Cowboy pulls a random microphone from his back packet.You all are feeling down?
Like you just didn't win Sunday
I can see your frowns
But it's all gonna be okay
So believe in Sports Entertainment Xpress
There's no givin' up
The power's inside, the beefy and spicy.
Yeah, that's WHASSSSSSSS UUUUPPP!
Slim Jim's are the kick in the pants
You need
This song will open up your eyes
It's the feeling you can't be
Defeated
It's an '80s song with synthy vibes
And you know it's super
Upbeat, upbeat
It's time to get
Upbeat, upbeat
The groove is soundin'
Upbeat, upbeat
And now you're feelin'
Upbeat, upbeat
It's an upbeat inspirational song about life
You can do it all, you need a rematch.
This time, the song will make you feel that way
No, there's no stopping you! Yo feel the fire inside!
This type of song will get you energized
We love this motivating melody!
And you know it's super
Upbeat, upbeat
Your life is lookin'
Upbeat, upbeat
Don't tell me this ain't
Upbeat, upbeat
Yeah, now I'm feelin'
Upbeat, upbeat
It's an upbeat inspirational song about life
(I feel like I can do anything)
("Get us a rematch Brother!" - Terry Marshall)
("Even get Leah to marry me!" - Major Helmet)
("EVEN CHALLENGE SKRABZ!" - Space Lord)
(Sin City here we come aha!)
(Spaceship trip!)
And you know it's super
Upbeat, upbeat
It's time to get
Upbeat, upbeat
Let's make this party
Upbeat, upbeat
My body's gettin'
Upbeat, upbeat
I know you're feelin'
Upbeat, upbeat
Don't tell me this ain't
Upbeat, upbeat
You're life is lookin'
Upbeat, upbeat
This song has got us
Upbeat, upbeat
It's an upbeat inspirational song about life.The song finishes and Space Lord, Terry Marshall, and Major Helemt give a triple high five, signifying that they are now feeling super upbeat. As the three high five the crew of the Desolator begin to clap and cheer, and the Cosmic Cowboy let's out an, "OOOOOHHHH YEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!".
"Wait, did you say challenge Skrabz?", Marshall asks Space Lord. "Yes, I came here to become the champion of this planet, and that means I must defeat Skrabz", Space Lord replies. "But, what if Chris Mosh wins the Ultimate Championship at Throw Down?", Helmet asks in a completely serious tone.
Terry Marshall, Space Lord, Cosmic Cowboy: AAAHHH HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Everyone begins to point and laugh at Major Helmet. Helmet blushes and pulls down the faceshield on his helmet. The three members of Sports Entertainment Xpress eventually stop laughing at Helmet and his silly statement, but Marshall looks a little disappointed.
"Brother, I thought we had a good thing going here as a tag team. I know we lost to the Maidens, but we are still in contention, and I know we beat them ninty nine times out of a hundred, we just need one more shot.", Marshall says to his teammate. Space Lord places his hand on Marshall's shoulder, and looks him in the eye only the way an old friend can. With great love, compassion, and intensity, Space Lord delivers this message, "Terrance, you and I are the greatest team and the greatest rock band the galaxies have ever known, we do not need belts to prove that. I, am the Supreme Intergalactic Champion, and I have to collect the championship of Earth as part of my role as Supreme Intergalactic Champion. You and the Cosmic Cowboy must now peruse those Maidens, and I must set my eyes on the Ultimate Championship. We may not always be a tag team, but we will always be...BROTHERS!".
The two best friends embrace in the most manly, bro hug of all time. Adam Wylde sniffles and wipes a tear from his eye. "Are you crying?", Bug Girl asks the Cowboy. The Cosmic Cowboy puffs out his chest and replies, "No way, no how, uh uh. It's the spice from these new flamen hot Slim Jim's.".
Stardate: 10012019
Space Lord stands on the surface of the moon, his arms crossed over his chest as hs stares at the big, blue ball called Earth. Yes, it is totally the real moon, and not the sound stage they used for Neil Armstrong's fake moonwalk. Which, conspiracy theory has it is housed at Area 51.
Space Lord stands alone, being transported on the Cosmic Cowboys space horse. Space Lord has come to clear his head, to focus on why he came to Earth in the first place, to conquer and keep coming, to become the champion of the planet Earth and continue his reign as the Supreme Intergalactic Champion.
Space Lord: I told you about living on Planet Earth. Don't you know that I'm a gangster of space. Let me tell you people that I found a new way, and I'm tired of all this talk about Skrabz. The same old story with a new set of words, about the good and the bad and the poor, and the opponents keep on changin, but the champion never doesn't So I'm keepin' on top, of every opponent who falls to the Mic Check.
I'm the Space Lord. Bet you weren't ready for that. I'm the Space Lord. I'm sure you know where it's at, BIG. BANG! BIG BANG! BIG BANG!
I was born in the Black Eye Galaxy, Messier 64. I've been travelin' through space, since the moment I first realized. What all you fast talkin' cats would do if you could.
You know, I'm ready for the final surprise. There ain't no way around it, ain't nothing to say, that's gonna satisfy my soul deep inside. All the prayers and surveyors, keep the whole place uptight. While it keeps on getting darker outside
I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds. The girls in the leather cuts, the others in the Coven shirts.
I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies, and I don't let my friends get hurt. All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers, better find something new to say. Cause you're the same old story. It's the same old crime. And now... you got some heavy dues to pay.
I'm the Space Lord. Bet you weren't ready for that. I'm the Space Lord. I'm sure you know where it's at. BIG BANG! BIG BANG! BIG BANG!
A shooting star passes over Space Lords right shoulder. Well maybe it was a meteor, or a satellite on fire falling to Earth, or some special affects. Just depends on if you believe Space Lord is really on the moon. Draw your own conclusions.Space Lord: Jansen... Cue Ball... Baldie... Flesh Head... Loser. Whatever name you go by, YOU, will remember my name. MY NAME...is... SPACE LORD!
You call me Drug Lord. Hydrocodone, Zocor, Lisinopril, Levothyroxine, and Z-Pax. The five most common prescription drugs in your States that are Unitied... yet Space Lord is on none. Marijuana, Cocaine, Heroin, Methamphetamine, Opioids, the most common recreational drugs in your States of Unitied... SPACE LORD DOES NONE!
I remember when. I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that place, about outer space. Even my emotions had an echo in outer space. When you're out there, without care. Yeah I might be out of touch, but it isn't because I don't know enough. I just know...TOO MUCH!
Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? DOES THAT MAKE ME CRAZY!?!
Possibly....
I hope that you are having the time of your life, with the Coven. BUT, think twice. That is... my only advice. Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? HA, HA, HA... bless your heart.
DO...you really think you're in control? Well, I think you're crazy. I think you're crazy. I think you're crazy. JUST LIKE ME!
Space Lord looks over his left shoulder, and there is American flag planted into the soil of the moon. How does the flag wave in space when there is no air in space? The truth is out there. Space Lord walks to the flag and stares at it. His face is painted red, white, and blue as he is feeling very patriotic at this time. Terry Marshall has rubbed off on him quite a bit, obviously.Space Lord: Someone said that Earth and America is the land of opportunity. At Ammunition I have a grand opportunity to head out on my quest to become the champion of this planet. Jansen, or should I call you Steve Wilko, Homer Simpson, Uncle Festor, Phil Collins... or my personal favorite Brittany Shears. You and your
chrome dome stand in the way of my quest. My quest, to be the best.
American girls and American guys, they'll always stand up and salute. They'll always recognize, when they see Space Lord rise.
There's a lot of men dead, who have felt the Big Bang. So you, Jansen, can sleep in terror at night when we lay down your head.
Now the Sports Entertainment Xpress that you fans love has fallen under attack. A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in from somewhere in the back. As soon as we could see clearly, through the dust and debry. I will lite up your world, like the fourth of July.
Hey Jansen, I put your name at the top of my list. And the Hair Club for Women started shakin' their fists. The eagle will fly man, it's gonna be hell, when you hear Monster Magnet start riffin their guitars. It will feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you. Brought to you courtesy of the Sports Entertainment Xpress, and SPACE LOOOOORRRRRDDDD!!!
Justice will be served and the battle will rage. This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage. You'll be sorry that you messed with, the S. E.X. Cause I'll put a boot in your ass. It's the American way, and it is the Space Lord WAAAAAYYYYYY!!!
Space Lord turns back and looks down at Earth. Which, is a sphere and not flat. I mean come on, even I have my limits on crazy.
Space Lord: Earth, you big beautiful woman, I will be your champion. I will be the champion of BBW, Earth. Popeye the Sailor Woman, Jansen will not stop me. Jansen, your friends the Sanderson Sisters will not be able to stop me. I will dig through the ditches, and burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my, DESOLATER!
Jansen, you and your group of witches will not triump. EVIL, cannot triump over good. EVIL, cannot be allowed to reign supreme. I, AM, NOT, EVIL! I am, the SUUUUUUUPPPPREEEEEMMMMEEEEE... Intergalactic Champion.
When I look out over Earth, many sights to see. When I look in to the crowds ,so many different people to see. That its strange.
So strange. When I look over my shoulder, what do you think I see? I see, SEXAMANIACS! And yes, they're strange, sure we all are strange.
You got to high five every fan. The rabbied runnin to the railing. Baldie I know you are out to make it rich. Oh no, it is not the season of the witch. Must be the season of the Sports Entertainment Xpress. Must be the season of Space Lord.
No, Miss Murder, it will not be Murder Jansen Wrote. It will be the hilarious Jim Parsons, a.k.a Sheldon Coopee. It will be the... BIG BANG!!!
Space Lord snarls and looks once again over the third rock from the sun.
~Fin
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