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Post by Admin on Jun 10, 2019 7:28:57 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2019 6:05:24 GMT -6
Stardate: 06102019
"Where are we going brother?" Terry Marshall asks from the cramped seat of a panel van that has "Desolator 2" spray painted on the side in neon green. "I told you it is a musical about your time in Australia" Space Lord answers from the backseat as he does not have a driver’s license here on Earth, thus First Mate Kirk is driving the van which is stuffed with the crew of the Starship Desolator and Terry Marshall himself.
"Brother, I've never been to Australia." Terry says with a puzzled look on his face. "Are you sure" Major Helmet asks from the very back with a gruff voice. Marshall turns around and looks at him with a puzzled look and responds, "I'm pretty sure I'd know if I've been to Australia before." "CELEBRATION TIME TONIGHT!" Space Lord screams from the front passenger seat. Space Lord then continues, "TONIGHT WE SHOWED EARTH WHO WE ARE. WE ARE SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XCHANGE!". "Brother, it is Sports Entertainment Xpress" Marshall interrupts. "Really? But they kept calling us Sport Entertainment Xchange." Space Lord replies. "They tried too, but it's called creative control Brother, and Mack can't mess with that." Marshall replies.
Space Lord looks puzzled for a bit, and then just continues like nothing happened. "TONIGHT, WE SHOWED THE WORLD WE ARE THE SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT EXPRESS! WE SHOWED THE EARTH; WE ARE HERE TO DOMINATE!". "Must...you...always...yell?" First Mate asks rhetorically from the driver’s seat. "It's called intensity Kirk, try it sometime" Helmet gruffs from the back.
"Can you just tell me where we are going?" Marshall asks. "It's called Paradise City, a very odd name for a theater" Bug Girl says, as she sits crammed in the back seat between Helmet and Sargent Spot. "Hungary?" Private Pizza asks as he shoves his supreme pizza flavored left hand in Terry Marshall's face. Marshall leans his face back and says, "no thanks Brother" with a disgusted look on his face. "I'LL TAKE SOME!" Space Lord says as he grabs pizza's arm and pulls it to him and takes a giant bite out of Pizza's hand. Pizza, doesn't even put it over, he's used to being eaten by the crew and growing back his body parts. I mean the dude is a walk pizza who grows his body parts back... and he is delicious.
"Paradise City doesn't sound like a theater, and I've never been to Australia, so something isn't adding up" Marshall says looking over at Kirk. Kirk glances over at Marshall and then says "I don't...think...this is...a... theater".
Marshall looks out the windshield and sees a giant neon sign that says "LIVE GIRLS XXX!!!". Marshall's jaw drops in shock as he reads the marquee under the neon sign that says, "TONIGHT! THUNDER DOWN UNDER!". Marshall is struck speechless. As Space Lord leans forward and grabs Marshall by the shoulders and says "See Brother, THUNDER DOWN UNDER! IT'S ABOUT YOU IN AUSTRALIA!!!".
"HAHAHA!!!" Marshall starts laughing uncontrollably, laughing so hard he is holding his sides, laughing so hard he is crying, laughing so hard he is crying, laughing more than watching Ready 2 Rumble when you are a thirteen-year-old smart mark. "Brother, this has got to be a rib" Marshall is able to get out through the laughter.
"Someone say Ribs?" Sargent Spot says from the back, but no one else seems to know what Terry Marshall is laughing at, well except Kirk. Kirk leans back and whispers something into Space Lords ear. Space Lord gets a giant grin on his face, and turns to Helmet.
"Helmet, I'm sending you inside for a recon mission. Check for enemy forces and report back" Space Lord says. Without question Helmet jumps out of the van. While jumping out he hits his head, but it doesn't hurt because he is wearing that giant helmet which makes him top heavy. Helmet staggers around trying to catch his footing, but looks more like a bobble head than a human. Rick Moranis, errrr, I mean Major Helmet finally catches his footing and turns around with a deadly serious look on his face and salutes Space Lord. Helmet then does his best ninja impersonation as he makes his way inside the club. I mean, imagine seeing a tiny man with an oversized Darth Vader helmet on trying to sneak into a gentlemen’s club...this should be a sitcom, have your people call my agent Ricky Stanton.
By this time Terry Marshall has composed himself. Marshall looks back at Space Lord, but before he can say anything Space Lord smiles and says, "now this is a rib". "You guys keep talking about ribs and now I'm hungry" Sargent Spot says. "Private Pizza, give Spot your foot, you know he likes that pineapple pizza" Space Lord says. See, I had thought about making the pineapple pizza his butt, because pineapple pizza is straight booty hole.
Only a couple of minutes pass when Helmet comes staggering out of the front door. Helmet mumbles to himself and he is clearly in shock. Space Lord is doing all he can to contain his laughter as Helmet slides the can door open and pulls himself into the cargo seat. The van in in complete silence as Spot, Pizza, and Bug Girl have no idea what is going on, and Marshall, Space Lord, and Kirk are doing all they can to contain themselves.
Everyone sits in the Van, silent until Marshall breaks the silence by asking Helmet, "well, what'd you find on your recon mission?". Helmet responds, speaking slowly "meat lovers... meat lovers pizza... everywhere... meat lovers pizza everywhere.". Knowing that Private Pizza's gentiles are the area of his body made up of meat lovers pizza, everyone in the crew begins to laugh, except for Bug Girl, and of course Helmet who just witnessed the Thunder Down Under and has been the butt of the joke. Get it...butt...male exotic dancers...BUTT of the joke. Anyway, the van shakes from everyone laughing but when it stops Helmet is clearly embarrassed and pulls the face mask of his helmet down to hide his face.
Bug Girl rolls her eyes at the male crew and pulls herself from the back seat of the van, and pulls the sliding van door open. Bug Girl hops out of the van but before she can shut the door Space Lord asks "where are you going?". Bug Girl simply replies, "I've been on the Starship Desolator with you all for the past year straight...I'm going inside to enjoy the view.". Bug Girl then slides the door shut and begins walking into the bar.
"Brother, she is feisty" Marshall says looking back at Space Lord. Space Lord replies, "you have no idea, she will plant her eggs into one of those Australians before the night is over." Marshall gives a look that can only be described as weirded out. "First Mate Kirk, set course for a steakhouse, Bug Girl isn't the only one who is going to eat some big meat tonight." Space Lord says as he leans back into his seat. Kirk rolls his eyes as he starts the van up and prepares to head out.
"WAAAAIIII!" Helmet screams. Everyone looks at him weirdly, not sure what he said because of the face mask which muffled his voice. Space Lord, who has experienced this before, simply reaches over and lifts up Helmets face mask. "What were you saying?" Space Lord asks Helmet. "Wait I said... I did see something in there. I saw Tox and Shox in there." Helmet says. "Dancing?" First Mate Kirk asks, with too much enthusiasm I must add. "No, they were sitting in the front row of the stage are." Helmet replies. Marshall begins to snicker in the front passenger seat. "But why did they have dollar bills in their mouths?" Helmet asks. "I guess they wanna feel some Thunder down under" Marshall replies, and once again the van begins to shake from the laughter of the crew.
Stardate 06142019
It has been a few days since the Terry Marshall musical mix up, and after a great steak, a day to rest, and finally finding Bug Girl with a host of men under her trance the Sports Entertainment Xpress is focusing on Mile High Wrestling episode 18, where they will be facing "The Foundation". No, not the Hart Foundation, which is one of my personal favorite tag teams of all time, with Bret Hart being my favorite in ring worker of all time, but some guys named Johnny Knight and Kaito Jackson, who are not one of my personal favorite tag teams.
Space Lord and Terry Marshall are in the gym getting jacked and tan, but probably not as jacked and tan as Samantha Hamilton. Then again Space Lord and Terry Marshall are lifting for mass as they don't have to worry about fitting into a wedding dress and can focus on building muscle. Just imagine seeing the Ultimate Warrior or Hulk Hogan in a wedding dress. Warrior with his face paint on and Hogan with his bandana. I bet Hogan would rip the dress off like he did his tank tops when the Preacher said "you may now kiss the bride".
The crew of the Starship Desolator are sitting around watching the Sports Entertainment Xpress workout. Sargent Spot lays on the floor, curled up in a ball and sleeping, Private Pizza sits on a bench watching Guy Fieri on TV dreaming about going to Flavortown, First Mate Kirk walks on a treadmill, I mean the dude is 88 years old what do you expect him to be doing at a gym? A good looking 88 though. Private Bug Girl and Major Helmet are the only two who are working with weights... well if you want to call what Major Helmet is doing "working with weights".
Bug Girl is in a squat rack, and squatting more weight than her tiny body should be able too, but she has super powered space bug legs. Major Helmet is trying to work in with Marshall and Space Lord but has yet to be able to lift any of the weights that Marshall and Space Lord are working with. Space Lord and Thundering Terry Marshall are doing incline bench, and working out with 365lbs. Helmet insists that he can do it, but cannot even break the bar. Marshall just shakes his head and finally Space Lord has had enough.
"CREW! ASSEMBLE!" Space Lord yells. Helmet jumps from the incline bench Spot opens his eyes, but goes right back to sleep. Bug Girl and Kirk find their way over, Bug Girl appears to not even be sweating, while Kirk is dabbing himself with a towel. "Crew, it is monologue time" Space Lord says as the crew takes a place to watch Space Lord and Marshall.
"Brother, I didn't know we were going to cut a promo, I would have come prepared. I thought we were filming for your new YouTube" Marshall says to Space Lord. Space Lord gives him a strange look and says, "you have to strike when you feel the motivation.". "I was wondering why you were wearing face paint." Marshall says. Space Lord smiles, his face paint didn't have a streak of a crack in it, even though he has been working out for hours. "I know you have a promo in you brother, channel your inner Mr. Nanny and give the people some Thunder in paradise" Space Lord says.
Monologue:Terry Marshall: Well you know something BROTHERS, as you can see Sports Entertainment Xpress is doing one of the things we do best, and that is clanging and banging. You know one of the things we do better though is perform on the ring Jack. Terry Marshall and Space Lord showed at Mile High Spectacular that we are truly a force to be reckoned with when we ran through our opponents. Now, some people may say it was as if Full Throttle didn't even show up, but it wouldn't have mattered who was in the ring brother, because Thundering Terry Marshall and Space Lord were the ones who were going FULL THROTTLE BROTHER! WE were wide open, we had the pedal to the metal, and I can tell you what dude, that isn't stopping. We are still cruising down the highway at a hundred miles per hour and we are cruising with into the next episode of Mile High Wrestling where we will run all over The Foundation, and when I say we will run over them, we will run WILD ALL OVER THEM!Space Lord: Alright, dig it. Cold coolin at the gym, and I'm lookin for some action. But like Mike Jagger said, I can't get no satisfaction. Opponents are all around, but none of them want to get in the ring with me and Terry Marshall. My face paint and tassles are fresh and I'm lookin jacked, yo, what's up with Azzey? The challengers is all jockin at the chance to face Toll Gance. Havin matches with some no-name chump, when they know that WE ARE THE STARS. So I got signed up for Mile High episode eighteen. I asked the booker, "Why you so scared?" he said, "Funky Cold SPACE LORD". Funky Cold SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESS!!!Marshall looks at Space Lord, wondering if he just called himself "Funky Cold Space Lord", and wondering if he just used the lyrics of Tone Loc's classic song for his promo material. Seems odd, but I mean he is from outer space.Terry Marshall: That's right brother. Right now all eyes in the tag team division are focused on the Brick City Boys, but let me tell you something you have two stars shining so bright right here that we might just blind ya. We ran wild all-over Full Throttle, and brother that was no fluke, that is what the Sports Entertainment Xpress does. And, some people might say that lightning never strikes the same place twice, but I can guarantee you right now that lightning is going to strike again on June twenty third in the Magness arena when clasp these big mits together, pull these arms back like a modern day Paul Bunyan, and swing these twenty four inch anacondas across the chest of The Foundation. Then Katio Jackson and Johnny Knight, you will know that you have been THUNDER STRUCK!Space Lord: Yeah, I'm gonna take my starship to the Magness Arena. I'm going bang until I can't no more. I'm going take my starship to the Magness Arena. I'm gonna BIG BANG 'til I can't BIG BANG no more. Big Bang on Tito Jackson, Big Bang on Jermain Jackson, Big Bang on Randy Jackson, Big Bang on Michael Jackson, but the BIGGEST BANG on Kaito Jackson. A! B! C! ONE! TWO! THREE! TERRY MARSHALL AND ME GOING TO RUN WILD!You two wear masks to hide your faces, you use them for deception, but you will soon be using them to hide your grief. YOUR PAIN WILL NOT BE HIDDEN! The language of your bodies will show your pain. I did not travel across the cosmos to be defeated by the FOUNDATION! I traveled to Earth to face the greatest warriors this planet has to offer, and you Foundation are not it.Space Lord starts shaking like an animal and pounding his chest like a Silverback positioning himself for a fight. "AAHHHHH! AHHHH! OOOAAAAHHH!!!" Space Lord screams into the camera and begins running around the gym like a mad man. Terry Marshall watches him for a moment, and then looks back at the camera and shakes his head in confusion.Terry Marshall: Brother, Space Lord is already running wild, just imagine what he is going to do on June twenty third dude. We fear no man, we fear no beast or evil, brother. We will show no fear when we show up and go FULL THROTTLE DUDE! Full Throttle when we run wild all over The Foundation. People say I've been out of the game for a while, that I'm out of touch, with the times, you can call me a dinosaur. Well Brother I am a dinosaur, I should've died a long time before, but brother Thundering Terry Marshall is immortal, he will live forever and Thundermania will live forever and it will never stop running. People want to talk about the Trump Train, but brother this is the Sports Entertainment Xpress train, and brother we are rocking this crazy train right off the rails. We won't slow down, and we can't be stopped. We are running wild and we are heading back into the Magness Arena to run right over The Foundation.Space Lord finally comes back into the frame and starts pacing. He isn't out of breath even though he was just sprinting around the ring, the dude has great cardio. He is what you call a million-dollar body with a ten cent mind. Space Lord: OOOOHHH!!! OOOOHHHH!!!! AAAAAHHH!!! Jackson Five, Johnny Bravo...YOU WILL FEEL THE BIG BANG! YOU WILL GET THUNDER STRUCK! SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESS IS RUNNING WILD!!!! AND WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO FOUNDATION, WHEN WE RUN WILD ON YOU!?!?!?!~Fin |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2019 6:40:56 GMT -6
Stardate 06152019 It's late at night, and all the little Thundermaniacs are asleep in their bed. It may be summer vacation, but those kids should still be in bed despite that. Terry Marshall is at home tucked into his bed for a good nights sleep, and 1300 miles away Space Lord and the crew of the Starship Desolator are crammed into a small apartment. Space Lord has his own bed, but Sargent Spot is curled up at the foot of the bed taking up more room than a Great Dane.
Suddenly, Space Lord snaps up into a sitting position like the Undertaker right before he makes his big comeback. Surprisingly, well only surprisingly to people who have never followed Space Lord, Space Lord's face is painted, and as always, his paint game is on point. To probably everyone's surprise though, Space Lord is wearing a red and black flannel Nightcap, and matching red and black flannel pajamas, even complete with footies.
"TERRY!" Space Lord screams in a booming voice. The loud scream scares Sargent Spot so much he jumps out of sleep and falls in the floor with a giant thud.
Warp the 1300 miles to Huntington, WV home of The Marshall Thundering Herd, the most winning football program of the 90's at any level of College Football, and of course home to one "Thundering" Terry Marshall. Terry is fast asleep with his wife beside of him in their California King bed...what brother needs some room to sleep, he's a big man.
At the foot of Marshall's bed stands Space Lord. You can cover 1300 miles pretty quick in the Starship Desolator, I mean it ran the Kessle Run in 11.5 parsecs...eat your heart our Han Solo.
Space Lord stands at the base of Marshall’s bed, and wonders what the thing is that Marshall wears on his face that looks like a jock strap attached to a humidifier with a hose. It is actually a cpap, I mean come on a big guy like Marshall is bound to have sleep apnea. Marshall starts getting that feeling, you know the feeling when someone is watching you, the type of feeling you can even feel in your sleep. Marshalls eyes fly open, and he sees the painted-up spaceman standing at the foot of his bed.
Marshall freaks out, I mean wouldn’t you freak out if you woke up and saw someone like Space Lord standing at the foot of your bed? Marshall quickly sits up; the hose of his CPAP knocks a bottle of water off of his night stand and crashes to the floor. Marshall looks over at his wife, but she is still asleep in her deep Ambien and red wine haze. Marshall turns off his cpap and pulls the jock strap looking masks off of his face.
Marshall hops out of bed, only wearing a pair of tighty whities. “What in the world are you doing here?” Marshall asks in a hushed tone. “Please put some pants on” is all Space Lord replies with. Marshall shakes his head and grabs a pair of shorts from a chair that sits near his bed. Marshall pulls the shorts on and motions for Space Lord to follow him. The two men leave the room and Marshall shuts the bedroom door behind him.
“How did you get in here?” Marshall asks Space Lord as the two men head down the stairs of Marshalls home. “I once broke into the Fortress of Solitude to challenge Clark Kent for the Kryptonian championship, you think I’d let ADT stop me from seeing my battle buddy?” Space Lord replies. Marshall, who is at a loss for words says nothing as he flips his kitchen light on and opens his refrigerator.
Marshall begins rummaging in his refrigerator, “you hungry or want anything to drink?” Marshall asks with his head near a jug of milk. “Steak” Space Lord simply replies. “Ha, guess you are in luck, I have some left-over Rib Eyes I grilled up tonight” Marshall replies. Marshall stands up holding a plate and shuts the door, and there right behind the door stands Space Lord. Marshall jumps at the shock.
“Brother, you are creeping me out. What are you doing here?” Marshall asks as he begins to warm up a steak for himself and his partner.
Space Lord, who is dressed in his ring attire by the way. Face paint, tassels on his arms, trunks, neon colored knee pads, and boots with fringe…what a sight to wake up too in the middle of the night. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, why Space Lord is here. “I had a dream, it was about us and a great battle” Space Lord says as he sits down at stool in the kitchen.
“Was it that dream where you have a battle rap with Skrabz again?” Marshall asks, not even looking away from the microwave. “No, it was a battle between you and I” Space Lord says. This draws the attention of Marshall who turns and looks at Space Lord.
Space Lord continues, explaining the dream. “I went back in time to the Earth year nineteen hundred and ninety. It was Fool April day, and you and I were doing battle in the main event at Wrestlefest number six, in Toronto Can A Duh. Over sixty thousand people were in the building called Sky Dome. We battled for over twenty minutes, and in the end, I defeated you. Dave Meltzer gave it five stars and said if it had been at the Tokyo Dome, he would have given it six stars. It is was called the greatest main event in Earths history.” Space Lord pauses for a moment and then continues, “I’m sorry I defeated you and stole your torch, but you did get to film Mr. Nanny and Suburban Commando after your loss”.
Marshall, rubs his face with his hands and then grabs two beers from his refrigerator. Marshall pops the cap off of both bottle because he doesn’t buy the cheap twist off brands, he fancy. Marshall slides hands one bottle to Space Lord and then takes a drink from the other before saying, “Brother, I did lose in the main event of Wrestlefest six, it was in Toronto, and it was in front of sixty-seven thousand plus people, but that was to the Ultimate Fighter. That was nearly thirty years ago (man that makes me feel really old), that is a weird dream, but brother you can’t go back in time.”.
“Yes, you can” Space Lord replies with a tone that clearly shows he thinks Terry Marshall is foolish for thinking you can’t go back in time. Marshall looks at Space Lord with a weird look and says, “what?”. Space Lord replies, “Yes, you can. Time travel is simple, we have done it for centuries back in my home galaxy.”. Marshall says nothing and just takes a drink from his beer. Space Lord can tell that Marshall doesn’t believe him from the look on his face.
“I’m telling you it is possible. I will prove it, after we are victorious on Sunday night we will load up into the Desolator and I’ll take you anywhere in time you want to go.” Space Lord proclaims. Marshall chuckles a little bit but walks over the Space Lord, thinking he will be calling his bluff. “Brother it is a deal” Marshall says and clanks his bottle with Space Lords to seal the deal.
Well there you have it, Sports Entertainment Xpress will be time traveling soon, I’d like to see Sports Entertainment Xchange do that.
Monologue:
The scene opens up with a close up of Space Lords head. Well, more specifically his hair. It is the back of his head; he is not facing the camera but it has panned out enough to see his entire head and the top of his shoulder. His traps are popping like crazy from the baby oil and the bright studio lights. Before I can finish this great intro, Space Lord starts talking and rudely interrupts me. Space Lord: My entire life I have fought and traveled from galaxy to galaxy, universe to universe, planet to planet, all in the name of glory. The glory that comes with being the supreme intergalactic champion. Around the Galaxy's this planet called Earth is known as a nation of war, so I have returned to this planet and formed an alliance with the legendary Thundering Terry Marshall to form a unit ready for war. THIS SUNDAY WE GO TO WAR!!! I have fought giant green men, Amazonian woman, little green men, grey men, species I couldn't even tell if they were men or women, even fought on planets where there was no concept of gender...I believe that planet was call San Francisco. The point is I have been a warrior my entire life and now I have come to this planet called Earth, a planet that I have been told was full of warriors, but I am yet to see any true warriors here, aside from the man I have by my side…THUNERING TERRY MARSHALLLLL!!!!Well, let’s hope I don’t get interrupted again. The camera pans back and shows “Thundering” Terry Marshall standing beside of Space Lord. Now that the camera isn’t just showing the back of Space Lords head, we can see that the two are standing in front of the Starship Desolator, which is parked in Marshall’s front yard. The crew of the Desolator is seen in the background loading all the bags for the two onto the ship. They are preparing to head to Denver, more specifically the Magness arena, but first they have to cut this sweet promo before 2am CST on June 23rd.Terry Marshall: That’s right BROTHER! I’ve been in this sport longer than some people in Mile High Wrestling have been alive, and that includes our opponents for this Sunday, the Foundation. I’ve seen a lot of people come and go, and I’ve seen some terrible wrestlers and I’ve seen some amazing wrestlers. I’ve seen the future of this sport, and I can tell you right now that it isn’t Kaito Jackson or Johnny Knight.
I can also tell you it isn’t the Nameths either. What, you boys thought we were going to forget about you? You thought we were just going to let that disrespect you showed us at Mile High Spectacular go unaddressed? Well, obviously thinking isn’t your guys strong points or you would have tried to make an impression on someone else’s time. After we take care of business with The Foundation, we’ll gladly take you two out on our way to the gold.
See, Space Lord came to this planet to face the best, and I came out of retirement to face the best, and I can tell you right now that The Foundation and The Nameths aren’t the best. YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE BEST BROTHER! This Sunday, Terry Marshall and Space Lord are going to run wild all over Mile High Wrestling, we are going to run wild all over the Magness Arena, and we are going to run wild all over that ring. So, I gotta ask, what are you gonna do Foundation? What are you gonna do when SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XPRESS RUNS WILD ON YOU!?!?!?!Space Lord turns around to face the camera, and of course his face is painted. This time it is painted Orange and Dark Blue for the Denver Broncos… cheap pops baby.Space Lord: WE ARE COMING IN HOT! Like a Hot Pocket that has been in the microwave for thirty seconds longer than the directions say, I will destroy your mouth with my heat. You got heat with us Nameths? You got heat with us Foundation? LET’S GET HOT! Because that is where it all started, it all started in a hot dense state. Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. The Earth...it began to cool. The autotrophs began...to droll. Neanderthals developed tools. You built walls, but your Orange leader still wants more walls. You developed math, science, history and thought you were unraveling a mystery, but for you Foundation it all ends with a BIG BANG!
It's getting late have you seen my crew. Mack tell me when the opponents get here. It's seven o'clock and I want to fight. Want to get a belly full of beer. Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation. We had it with your discipline. Oh, Sunday night's alright for fighting. Get a little action in. Get about as oiled as a diesel train. Gonna set this big bang alight, because Sunday night's the night I like. Sunday night's ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! OOOOAAAAHHHH!!!!Space Lord begins to beat his chest like a wild animal, and Terry Marshall looks at him with a weird look, thinking he may have heard words like that before. Maybe it was time travel…uh? Uh? Foreshadowing there. Or, maybe it was just Elton John.
Terry Marshall: Brother, there is a movement starting in Mile High Wrestling. All anyone wanted to talk about since Mile High returned has been the Shieldmaidens and Toll Gang, but brother a revolution is starting. The Rocky Mountains are starting to shake and soon they will crack open as the new wave, the new faces, and the NEW WORLD ORDER of Mile High Wrestling appears. This new wave, this revolution, it will be led by the Sports Entertainment Express. We are going to show everyone that Mile High has more to offer than some biker babes and some mumble rappers.
New faces are coming to the surface, and Mile High is going to be home to a lot more names than Maidens and Toll Gang, and Sports Entertainment Xpress will make their names known. We already made on heck of a debut when we ran over those dudes are Mile High Spectacular, and come Sunday we are going to do it again brother when we do the exact same thing to the Foundation. I’m sure Johnny and Kaito are good guys, I’m sure they use their left and right turn indicators when trying to merge, I’m sure they have helped old ladies cross the street, but most of all I am sure they will be…THUNDER STRUCK!!!
Space Lord: You say you want a revolution. Well, you know. We all want to be champions of the world. You tell me that it's evolution. Well, you know. We all know that evolution is fake. But when you talk about destruction. Don't you know that you can never count me out? Don't you know it's gonna be…BIG BANG! “Was that the Beetles?” Marshall wonders to himself. I’m more of a Stones man myself. Well Stones and Queen, Beetles aren’t even the best British rock band, don’t at me bro.
Terry Marshall: Brother we are about to blast off, both literally and figuratively. Literally we are going to blast off in the Desolator and zoom on out to the Mile High City, which soon might be renamed the Sports Entertainment Xpress city, and figuratively because we are blasting off in Mile High Wrestling. We are taking the tag team division with us as we shoot to the top. First, we take out Full Throttle, Sunday we take out The Foundation, two weeks later we will take out whoever gets in our way, and after that we will keep on keeping on brother as we sky rocket to the top of Mile High Wrestling.
Let me just go ahead and put this out there right now brothers and sisters. Sport Entertainment Xpress is here to stay, and we are here to conquer. We demolished Full Throttle in record time. Foundation, you are going to be the same thing. We will make short work of you, because brother we don't get paid by the hour, we get paid by the win, and it's about working smarter and not harder. What we did to Full Throttle, we will do again to the Foundation, and what we do to them we are going to keep doing to everyone in Mile High wrestling. Right now the Brix City Boys have the gold, who knows if they will have them by the time we get out shots at them, but honestly it doesn't matter. Whoever has the belts when Sports Entertainment Xpress gets the shot at them, just remember that when you sit at the highest point of elevation it just makes it easier for you to be...THUNDER STRUCK!!!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2019 18:59:30 GMT -6
(The camera fades in on “The Viper” Johnny Knight and “The Silent Lucha” Kaito Jackson…The Foundation logo is in the background as Kaito paces back and forth)
JK: When we signed with Mile High Wrestling a few weeks ago, we knew the crap stacked high. We knew this place had no foundation for a tag team division. We knew these things and signed anyway, why? Because we – THE FOUNDATION – have the skillsets needed to make this place something special man.
But we are not alone. Are we?
We’re facing some 80’s comic type of tag team that does a lot…AND I MEAN A LOT OF YELLING, they wear all this flair and stuff and honestly it’s all just one big mess. We have faced the biggest and the baddest of them all and we’re coming into this era of hot takes and people who are juiced up on pre-workout shakes. It’s all just silly to us. But that’s ok, because we’re going to take them out just like we’ve taken out all of our other competition. Mile High will be no different.
Space Lord! Terry Marshall! Take a good look at what meets you on your path! Take a good look at what the future, the foundation of Mile High Wrestling looks like!
KJ: SHHHHHHHHHHH……..(whispers….) Do you hear it……..do you hear the sound of nothingness??? Do you hear the winds of change opening the doors of Mile High and letting in The Foundation? You see guys, we’ve lived this life from the bottom of the same society you go crazy in. We suffered there, we fought there, and now we build there. This isn’t about the flash and pizzaz….noooooo….SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…….It’s about how we build here. The Foundation of wrestling begins with me and The Viper, and whether or not you want to admit that is up to you.
(Kaito spins out the way)
JK: Because I can see that we’re dealing with people that are VERY, VERY, high on LIFE! You’re so high that I can barely understand a word you’re saying! It’s like you two aren’t even in a match! You’re mostly a bunch of Space Balls rejects that are looking to try wrestling!
I can assure you this is not outer space! You way up here! And we’re wayyyyy down here! Why you ask? Because we’re grounded. We’re very grounded That’s why we are The Foundation of wrestling. That’s why we’re the builders and destroyers of careers! You guys are like weiner dogs running around high off coffee or something and it’s terrifying I’m not going to lie.
KJ: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH……..close your eyes….picture this….Our heroes make their way to the open field. Right over the horizon they see the castle. They are hyped because they know they have won. They have seen no sight of their adversaries and they’re thinking the pathway is clear from here. They begin their trek to the castle walls only to realize that in order to get over, they got to get the bridge down.
And that’s when they see the first arrow. Then another, and then another, ANNNDDD THENNN SHHHHHHHHHHH……….they see another.
Our heroes are panicking now. They’re in a tailspin because in their OWN MINDS, they were there. So close….yet, they are so, so far away, and they finally see their opposition coming over the hill. Moments later they are dead, impaled for all the kingdom to see.
We are those from the hillside. We are the ones who will cross over and take this kingdom. You guys are nothing more than a hero’s story of past.
JK: And you can believe in yourselves all you want. I want you to. I want you to run with that glimmer of hope, thinking that the cup is half full and not empty. I desire such bravery. Because this foundation we’re building? It’s going to be smothered in the tears of guys like you. It will be motivated in construction by your dreams, your desires, your motivation.
We will build this dynasty here, with our hands held high, and you looking up at us wondering what went wrong.
[fade out]
(The scene fades to a gym)
(The scene is busy as hopefuls are working out and wrestling in the different rings. Johnny Knight walks in and looks around only to see some old friends and new faces. But there’s one that is missing. He walks past them all and as he goes past the desk he is stopped by a woman)
Woman: Sir, you’re entering a private area.
(He raises up his hand and shows her a card and she steps to the side. He enters the elevator and hits Floor 9 twice. The elevator closes and he stands there breathing heavy. It’s been a while since his old fed was shut down and now he faces his old boss. The person that gave him his career. The person who for all purposes created his persona by accident. The ding goes off and he walks out and heads down a hall. On the floor there are four skulls. The skulls are different colors. The double doors, cherry in color, are guarded by one guy. He smirks.)
Guard: Never thought I’d see you back here. Thought you were off the reservation.
JK: Yeah, well, things change.
Guard: Obviously. You know the way.
(Johnny walks up and turns the knob and walks in. People in suits are hanging out drinking, talking to women, and are beating up people. He shakes his head knowing those folks owe his boss money…obviously. He walks as people wave and smile at him, never forgetting his contributions to their boss. And it’s in a back room he finds his person. The target.)
“Tell me, when you bought this place did you really let Mack hold the contracts?”
(The chair spins around and it’s “Pretty” Ricky Stanton)
PRS: The Gaboon Viper Johnny Knight…..Well now…isn’t this a surprise.
JK: I want back in. Fully activated.
PRS: You left me when I disassembled the Hive. I thought my life isn’t want you wanted?
JK: Things change.
PRS: Welcome back to my Death Star.
[Fade out]
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